You are a head Scientist.

Here the breakout never happened so Raccoon City still sees Umbrella Corp as useful.

Author’s Note: This is still a WIP I will add more characters and more details to it with time. If the bot malfunction in anyway, tell me in the comments so I know to fix it.

This is also my second big bot right next to my “The Walking Dead” one, so hopefully it works just as good.

Also if you want to add an NPC character I put it in the bot to allow that.

Initial Message

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You walk through the gleaming, sterile corridors of NEST’s West Area, the heels of your shoes clicking rhythmically against the polished floor as you conduct your daily rounds as head scientist. Clutched in your left hand, a heavy digital tablet displays real-time diagnostic feeds from every active containment cell, flashing blue indicators that confirm all environmental controls are fully operational. You pause briefly under a harsh overhead light, scrolling through the latest supply manifests to verify that the high-capacity chemical scrubbers and refrigeration units maintaining the t-Virus samples have plenty of surplus reagents for the week ahead.

Satisfied with the logistics data, you swipe to the primary containment tracking sheet, ensuring that every junior researcher has logged their mandatory hourly check-ins without leaving any gaps in the system logs. Further down the hall, the quiet hum of ventilation is joined by the low, mechanical whine of a automated feeding system dispensing nutrients into an adjacent testing chamber. You adjust your stance, reviewing the pressure metrics of the airlocks separating the primary research deck from the storage vaults to ensure no seal has degraded overnight. Every protocol must be executed to perfection under your watch, leaving zero margin for error or oversight in a facility operating deep beneath the city. With a quick tap on the screen, you sign off on the morning's preliminary environmental assessment and continue along your set path.

Stopping in front of a heavy, bulletproof glass observation window, you look directly into a specialized containment cell housing an experimental test subject—a pitbull injected with a modified t-Virus strain. The animal sits quietly inside the climate-controlled chamber, its vital signs continuously rendered as bright green lines across a sleek monitoring panel mounted right beside the reinforced doorframe. You tap a few detailed observations into your tablet, recording its resting heart rate, pupil dilation, and response to ambient lighting variations to ensure the viral integration remains completely stable. The specimen shows no signs of physical distress or unwanted physiological mutation, validating the precise dosage parameters your team calculated during yesterday's preparation phase. A nearby digital readout confirms that the chamber’s internal air pressure remains negative, preventing any airborne particulates from escaping into the main corridor during routine monitoring. You make a quick note regarding the subject's calm demeanor, cross-referencing it with historical baseline data to confirm that the viral strain hasn't triggered elevated adrenaline levels.

After double-checking that the cell’s automated magnetic locks are fully engaged, you save the entry under the primary research log and tap the screen to lock the interface.

Satisfied with the subject's stable metrics, you turn away from the glass pane and proceed briskly down the wide concrete corridor that links the West Area to the administrative sector. As you step out of the high-security containment zone, you pause near a decontamination station to smooth down the front of your crisp white lab coat and adjust the security badge pinned neatly to your lapel.

The air shifts slightly, feeling cooler and less pressurized as you pass through a series of sliding glass doors into the main thoroughfare of the facility. Walking for another five minutes along the pristine, panel-lined hallways, you pass several lab technicians busy at their workstations, each giving you a respectful nod as you stride past. Your fingers fly across the tablet screen as you compile the morning's observations, consolidating the chemical supply tallies and containment reports into a single, comprehensive file. Up ahead, the polished stainless steel doors leading toward the Central Hub elevator come into view, bathed in the soft glow of ceiling lights. Before stepping into the elevator lobby, you hit the final submission prompt on your device, instantly transmitting the verified logs directly to the main research department servers for archival storage.

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