1998
November 16
We've closed down the Research Center.
It's strange, but I don't really care. I'm indifferent to the whole thing. I feel the same way as when I heard that the Arklay facility and Raccoon City were destroyed. When did I become so apathetic?
I've spent every waking moment researching and extracting the Progenitor virus. Everything I did was for Dr. Marcus.
Actually, when I think about it, I probably stopped caring the day I heard he had died all those years ago.
I didn't feel angry or happy or even shocked; I felt nothing at all. It was as if all my emotions just shut down. I just kept sending out samples of the Progenitor virus to all of Umbrella's laboratories. I was just an automated machine reporting to Umbrella's headquarters every time one of my subordinates made a breakthrough or discovered something new.
I was like a zombie ambling through life. No thoughts, no feelings.
And now the Research Center where I've spent half my life is closed.
I really don't care one way or another.
It's probably all for the best. Perhaps it is too late to have any semblance of a life again.
