Wesker Report 13
[private, unhackable]
Providence smiles on me. Micaiah's disappearance is quite... convenient. Her suspicion towards me me could have very well destroyed this entire operation.
How helpful of her, to disappear of her own accord. I didn't even need to lift a finger.
Though it's almost a pity; I could use the entertainment. Only the most suicidal of criminals would dare brave this weather, and so I find myself with far too much time on my hands... Idle hands are the devil's playthings, the saying goes. I wonder how much truth there is to it.
How extremely pathetic. Humans, the so-called ruling life form of this planet, driven to huddle beneath blankets by a mere drop in temperature. For all their centuries of knowledge, culture, and intellectual advancement, they are still at the mercy of their own physical limitations. Still subject to the cruel whims and machinations of nature.
Little wonder I discarded such despicable weakness. To surrender to such a helpless existence is to choose a path of meek, unaspiring compliance. To reject that path, to discard one's "humanity"... They would call me a monster if they knew, but I am not the one shivering in my room like a child.
No. No, I am no monster.
In fact, I'm well on my way to becoming a god.