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As Isabella struggled against the Black Worm within her, the ship's artificial intelligence seemed to notice her distress. Suddenly, a blue beam of light swept down from the ceiling, passing through Isabella's body. The moment the beam scanned her, the AI panel flickered, and the entire control system shifted from blue to deep red, as if entering a heightened state of alert.
Information on the panel flashed erratically before displaying several large red characters: "Infection Level: Over 50%. Danger Level: High."
Jonas immediately became alert, his eyes darting around the room. His heart raced, and his instincts warned him that something bad was about to happen. Sure enough, accompanied by a harsh mechanical whirring, an array of bizarre weapons slowly emerged from the ship's ceiling. These weapons looked battered and worn, their mechanical arms trembling in the air as if they were already overburdened. Though rusty and cracked, the gun muzzles still exuded a sense of threat, aimed directly at Isabella.
Jonas quickly raised his gun, his expression grave and his body tense. He wasn't sure if these weapons could still function, but he couldn't take any chances. "Damn it..." he muttered under his breath, cold sweat beading on his forehead. He knew that the ship's systems had classified Isabella as a threat.
The warning on the panel continued to flash: "Target organism has been infected over 50%, immediate isolation or elimination required."
Isabella stood there unsteadily, beads of sweat forming on her forehead as she struggled to remain calm, feeling the Black Worm inside her becoming increasingly uncontrollable. She forced herself not to look at the weapons, but she could not ignore the danger looming before her as the Black Worm slowly eroded her will. "Jonas, the system here thinks I'm beyond saving..." she managed to say, her voice tinged with exhaustion and pain.
Jonas did not lower his gun; his eyes remained fixed on the weapons, his finger poised on the trigger, ready to respond to any sudden movements. "Don't move, Isabella. We still have time... As long as we don't make any sudden moves, maybe they won't fire," he whispered, his gaze still wary.
However, Jonas knew this was merely an uncertain gamble. Those weapons looked dilapidated, but no one could guarantee they wouldn't suddenly activate. Just then, a faint "click" echoed in the air, causing Jonas's heart to skip a beat. The weapon systems seemed to be slowly powering up.
The atmosphere grew tenser as Isabella fought to suppress her inner fear, but her hands began to tremble. She understood that the darkness within her was spreading rapidly; if she didn't find a solution soon, everything would spiral into an irreversible disaster.
At that moment, Isabella appeared strangely calm, as if she had anticipated everything that was about to unfold. Taking a deep breath to suppress the pain and erosion within her, she calmly addressed the ship's artificial intelligence without a hint of panic in her tone.
"Tell me, is there any way or treatment that can slow down or eliminate these Worms' parasitism?"
The AI projection paused for a moment as if conducting some high-speed calculations and data retrieval. After a brief interval, symbols on the panel began to shift; the red warning lights flickered erratically before finally displaying a clear line of text:
"After nearly a thousand years of research and experimentation, countless thoughts and tests, the answer is unfortunately—impossible."
This reply pierced the air in the entire cabin like a cold judgment. Jonas felt a bead of cold sweat trickle down his forehead as he quietly tightened his grip on the gun in his hand. He knew this was a heavy blow for Isabella; however, what surprised him was that she seemed to have anticipated this outcome.
She stood there, her gaze stern, her lips slightly trembling, yet she did not break down. She lifted her head to look at the projection, as if she had already found an answer to this unchangeable fate. Jonas was taken aback, a sudden chill running through him—this was the first time he had seen Isabella with such resolute yet desperate expression.
"If it cannot be done, then I need something else." Isabella's voice remained calm, even carrying an undeniable coolness. "Copy all data on the Black Worm, including your records, experimental processes, and everything on this ship."
The panel flickered again, streams of data flowing rapidly as countless unknown codes and symbols appeared in the projection, seemingly confirming her request. Jonas stood by, still alert to the weapons around them, but his inner confusion deepened—why did Isabella seem so unafraid of her fate? Was she truly calm, or had she reached a point where she could no longer bear any fear?
Moments later, the artificial intelligence finally responded, "Data copy request confirmed. All information will be output to portable devices."
Watching all of this unfold, an inexplicable sense of crisis rose within Jonas. A hint of fatigue flashed in Isabella's eyes as she silently nodded, as if these records represented her final mission.
"We need to leave here quickly," Jonas said in a low voice, but he understood that Isabella was no longer simply fighting for survival; she was pursuing a truth that he might not comprehend.
Jonas's voice was low and urgent. "Isabella, we must retreat immediately; it's too dangerous here." His gun remained pointed warily at their surroundings, anxiety filling him as the oppressive atmosphere seemed thick with an impending sense of disaster.
However, Isabella paid no heed to Jonas's words. She was fully focused on the ship's control panel, her hands swiftly inserting a hard drive into the interface as data transferred at high speed, the numbers on the panel flashing wildly. Her expression was concentrated and determined; it seemed that obtaining this data was all that mattered to her.
Seeing her indifference only heightened Jonas's anxiety. He wanted to step forward and stop her but felt powerless because he knew Isabella's resolve was unshakeable. Just then, Isabella suddenly lifted her head and calmly asked the artificial intelligence, "Is there a chance to completely eliminate the Worm's original entity?"
The artificial intelligence flickered briefly before responding quickly, "Affirmative."
The response left both Jonas and Isabella momentarily stunned. Soon after, a string of data appeared on the panel, the voice cold and mechanical. "The cells of the Worm Parasite are extremely sensitive to high temperatures. Exceeding one hundred eleven degrees Celsius can completely eliminate the host's cells."
A glimmer of hope flashed in Isabella's eyes; this answer felt like a ray of light piercing through the darkness for her. She gripped the hard drive tightly, her heart racing. This was not just about the secret of the Super Cell; it was a potential solution to end this disaster.
Jonas, however, furrowed his brow. Listening to this answer did not ease his mind; instead, it weighed heavier on him. High temperatures? In this environment, he couldn't even begin to imagine how to achieve such a temperature.
Isabella took a deep breath, her eyes still resolute. She knew this was her only chance. "We can find a way to eliminate it, Jonas. Do you understand now? This is why we came here!"
Jonas looked into her eyes, filled with both anguish and determination. With each passing second, his inner conflict grew stronger. He wanted to take her away, to save her, but he also knew that Isabella had already embarked on an irreversible path.
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