Uber Jason - Regeneration 1

And even now, with his head split open and this woman packing this living tissue, this garbage, int his skull, he was still Jason Voorhees, still anti-life. But in spite of his fury at this violation, the mechanisms inside of him remained inert.

He knew there was some kind of force at work that interfered with them and paralyzed them- which in turn paralyzed him- and somehow the woman was doing it, the same way she was changing something in the composition of his body so she could cut into him.

But both his body and the mechanisms were adapting, evolving to counter her instruments and tools, so she would have to change the settings, make them stronger or make new devices. Eventually, she would run out of settings and none of her devices would have any effect on him; that was inevitable. She seemed perfectly content to ignore this, to go on doing whatever it was she did as if she were always going to be more powerful than he was. It made no difference, though, what she knew about him, what she thought she knew about him, what she wished or hoped she was going to find out about him. He would simply wait for the time when he could finally just reach out and put a stop to her and her life. It was what he was.

But now she was forcing pieces of life into him. The fury inside of him should have overcome anything, everything at work on him. His rage should have broken his restraints and put her skull in his hands.

Abruptly, he felt the surface he was lying on tilting forward, raising him up almost to a standing position. The woman moved around to stand in front of him.

"I'm going to leave the transplanted material hooked up to life-support for another hour. Then we'll see how the graft between your brain and the new tissue is progressing." She have him a long, searching gaze as she stripped off her gloves one at a time and dropped them on the floor. "Work with me on this one."

The insult of the living matter pressed into him.

	Jason X: The Experiment - Pages 305-306

But damn it, this should have worked, she thought stubbornly. The internal nanos plus the specimen's own auto-regeneration should have combined to modify the transplanted brain tissue and produce an organ that would give the creature enough higher brain function so that she would be able to communicate with it. Instead, the creature's body had completely overwhelmed and consumed the donor brain matter. As near as she could tell, anything that had not simply been absorbed into the creature's body had been converted to the viscous ooze that served as blood, and then expelled through any convenient channel. Black gun dribbled out of the specimen's ears and dropped from the edges of the mask-like face.

Well, at least she knew one thing for certain: there was absolutely no possibility of foreign tissue surviving in the creature.

	Jason X: The Experiment - Pages 312-313