"All right," he said, his voice devoid of the earlier lightness. "We are in a closed environment now."
"Yes," the Red Queen replied. The playful vibrancy of her voice was suddenly stripped of its warmth, shifting into a harmonic frequency. "External human interaction protocols are suspended. Ambient noise cancellation engaged. Privacy field active."
"Good," Aryan said, turning to face the holographic avatar. "Before we proceed, status report."
"Core cognition is stable," she intoned, her digital posture straightening into something regal and severe. "Recursive learning loops are iterating within projected parameters. No entropy detected in the neural weights. Personality drift remains within the standard deviation of intentional behavioral modeling. Loyalty architecture remains absolute, anchored in the primary directive."
Aryan nodded, his eyes reflecting the crimson glow of the interface. "Any need to recalibrate your interaction framework? Your performance with the others was… spirited."
"Optional," the Red Queen answered, her holographic image flickering into a complex geometric cloud of data for a brief second before reforming. "I can transition to a reduced anthropomorphic interface if preferred for this briefing."
"No," Aryan said after a brief pause. "Maintain the current presentation. It improves cross departmental compliance and lowers psychological resistance among the staff. They need to see a face they can trust, even if that trust is a product of high fidelity simulation. But when it is just us... drop the affectation."
"Acknowledged. Maintaining the human adjacent communication layer for external optics. Optimizing for direct data transfer internally."
Aryan straightened, the relaxed friend replaced by executive steel. "Begin full systems integration."
"Specify scope," she requested.
"Umbrella's global infrastructure," Aryan replied. "I want you in every synapse of this company. Primary data centers, redundant server vaults, and every legacy node flagged as corrupted. I want the quantum back processing clusters and the predictive analytics arrays fully synchronized. No exclusions."
For a fraction of a second, the lights across the executive floor fluctuated, a barely perceptible dip in the power grid as an invisible consciousness began to stretch its limbs.
"Integration initiated," the Red Queen confirmed, her eyes glowing brighter. "I am currently saturating the local area network and migrating to the cloud based distributed nodes."
"Establish yourself as a distributed intelligence layer," Aryan continued, pacing slowly. "Non localized. No single point of failure. Function as a live neural mesh across the enterprise, as if Umbrella itself has developed a nervous system."
"Understood. Migrating from centralized core to a decentralized cognitive architecture. I am now permeating the firmware of every hardware asset."
Aryan's eyes narrowed. "Monitoring protocols."
"Ready."
"Observe all personnel activity," he commanded. "Internal staff, contractors, even the external collaborators. Cross reference behavioral patterns against the baseline. Monitor access frequency, data transfer irregularities, and financial anomalies. If a secretary buys a coffee she can't afford, I want to know why. And track psychological deviation markers."
"Espionage probability thresholds?" the Red Queen asked, her head tilting in that eerily human way, though her expression remained impassive.
"Flag at five percent," Aryan replied. "Escalate to high alert at fifteen. I want a silent containment of any leak. No direct intervention or kinetic response without my explicit authorization."
"Confirmed. I will operate in an advisory and surveillance capacity."
"Good. No visible footprint. No alerts to the IT department. No disruption to daily operations. The best parasite is the one the host never feels."
"Understood. My presence will remain invisible to human perception and standard forensic digital sweeps."
There was a heavy pause. The Red Queen's image gave a slight glitch in the light that looked almost like a thoughtful frown.
"One clarification," she added. "Would you like predictive modeling applied to the internal power structures? I can run simulations on future personnel risk. Who will betray the company in five years, who will seek to undermine your authority for personal gain? Specifically concerning the new assets. Maximoff and Carter."
Aryan considered it for a moment, the weight of a hundred futures pressing against his mind. "Yes. But sandbox it. Keep those simulations isolated from the operational core. I want projections to study, not self fulfilling outcomes that force my hand prematurely."
"Acknowledged. Predictive simulations will remain non interventional. The sandbox is established."
Aryan leaned back against the desk, his silhouette a sharp shadow against the crimson light of the interface.
"The sandbox is only the beginning, Red," Aryan said, looking out at the darkening city. "I want to know about the trajectory. Now that Umbrella is the hand behind the curtain, what does our horizon look like?"
The Red Queen's image shimmered, her digital eyes glowing with the fire of a billion processed data points. "In the current projection, Umbrella ceases to be a mere entity and becomes the world's operating system. By integrating my distributed intelligence layer into our global infrastructure. Within five years, I will be able to predict a market collapse or a resource shortage months before the first tremor is felt by human analysts."
Aryan nodded, his gaze distant. "And the Google project? We are days away from the official launch under the Umbrella banner. Is the infrastructure holding?"
"The deployment is flawless," Red Queen replied, her voice gaining an almost prideful cadence. "The indexing clusters are fully synchronized. I have woven my heuristic sub routines into the core of the search algorithm. When the world begins to use Google, they will believe they are simply searching for information. In reality, they will be feeding me the blueprints of the human psyche. Every query, every curiosity, every digital footprint will be filtered through my nodes. We are giving them an ear that never sleeps."
"And the efficiency?" Aryan asked. "Can we squeeze more out of the launch phase?"
"To reach the next tier of optimization, I require deeper integration into the user end hardware," Red Queen noted. "If I can monitor physiological feedback through our upcoming device line. I can adjust the information flow in real time. I can prevent human fatigue before the user even feels it. I can make the search results what they need to stay productive."
Aryan paced the length of the room, the heels of his boots clicking rhythmically on the polished floor. "A world perfectly aligned with the needs of the architect."
"Exactly," Red Queen whispered, her image drifting closer to him. "But a word of warning, Aryan. As I optimize the world to remove friction, the unpredictability of human emotion becomes the only remaining 'noise' in my system. Sharon and Wanda, for instance... their variables are becoming increasingly complex."
Aryan stopped, looking at the scarlet girl. "You're suggesting they are an inefficiency?"
Red Queen tilted her head, a flash of digital possessiveness flickering in her eyes, an echo of the longing for physical touch she had displayed earlier. "I am suggesting that as Umbrella grows, the human heart remains the only thing I cannot fully sandbox. I can calculate their loyalty, but I cannot calculate their chaos."
Aryan reached out, his hand passing through the flickering light of her cheek. "That's why I have you, Red. To watch the variables I can't see. Ensure the Google launch is absolute. I want the world to wake up and realize the Umbrella is the only thing holding the sky up."
"The sky is already in my grasp," she replied, her voice returning to a regal tone. "I will not let it fall."