Nanobot Regen - 1

Bit by bit, he was broken down and carbonized, until the only thing left was a charred fragment unrecognizable as anything that could once have been human. The bright streak across they sky delivered its tiny black fragment to the surface of a lake, where it rested for a short time in the shallow waters at the edge, near to a glacier-fed stream. Just a tiny fragment of him, attached to a part of his mask.

For a day it lay there, in the shallows and the faint sunlight. Then the weather warmed, the glacier started to melt faster, the stream became a torrent and the fragment and the mask were swept out and out into the lake, to the deepest and darkest center, where it fell again, through the depth into the darkness at the bottom.

Cold. Pressure. Hundreds of feet of water pressing down. But within the core of the fragment, a tiny spark of something remained, something that still burned with a tiny flame, something dark and angry and above all, evil.

The cold and pressure tried to overwhelm the spark of anger and obliterate it, but it was too strong. It continued, in the remaining wreckage of what had once been indestructible, unstoppable, and yet strangely beautiful. It was a grotesque and terrible sort of beauty, malign, murderous and unmerciful, but beauty nonetheless.

Also remaining in the tiny fragment were a couple of even tinier artifacts. They were the nano mechanisms, called ants by the inhabitants of this world, several of which Jason had killed aboard a spacecraft before taking his long fall from heaven. There had been billions of ants aboard the ship and they had created the original terrible and beautiful body, rebuilding it from organic wreckage, before withdrawn back into the reservoirs that held them after they had done their work. But two of them had remained in the body to perform routine maintenance and make other repairs. Only two, but enough to begin the process of replication, to produce more ants. Even with a full complement of ants, however, there was very little in that tiny fragment with its spark of anger to work with. The problem was compounded by the environment at the bottom of the deep, dark lake, which lacked so many of the viable elements they needed to use in their rebuilding. Above all, it was cold. They had very little energy to work with and the work was slow.

But the nano-ants were both patient and persistent. They had been programmed for this task and only for this task. Atom by atom, molecule by molecule, and eventually cell by cell, they went on with their work.

That which had been cast down from the heavens and had fallen burning to Earth II was the kind of creature which only existed in myths, legends and children's stories. But the ants didn't know. Knowing wasn't part of their purpose, only rebuilding. They worked steadily and the remaining spark of anger was patient. There was plenty of time. No matter how long it took, he would rise into the world where there was much work to do, so much human flesh to rip and tear apart, to slash into bloody ruins.

Jason Voorhees was coming back. He always did.

					Jason X: The Experiment - Pages 6-8

Unofficially the station was already connected to the grid and had been for about a day but apparently that supply of cheaper, more reliable power  would be real without the ceremony, and the ceremony itself wouldn't be real unless it was in the news.

					Jason X: The Experiment - Page 17

At the bottom of Veronica Lake, thing were changing. As the water became warmer, the nano mechanisms became more energetic, which enhanced the new low-level of radiation now present in their immediate environment. The pace of reconstruction and restoration accelerated, increasing exponentially. The available materials were different but the nanos had been programmed to modify and adapt as necessary and they did, without thought, without hesitation, without stopping.

					Jason X: The Experiment - Pages 22-23

Her gaze moved forward, going from her lap to the lower legs of the person standing in front of her. Weird boots-if they even were boots. Made out of something that looked like rubbery mud shot through with veins of metal, all coated with the slime that seemed to be oozing out from inside the material itself.

If they really were boots, they were all of a piece with the clothing. She could not see any seam or break as her gaze traveled steadily upward. Was that metal framework actually a kind of partial exoskeleton? Was it meta> It didn't look organic in the least but it seemed to be sweating or breathing, or like there was some kind of a pulse in it.

Her stomach began to execute a forward roll in slow motion, but Mara was only distantly aware of her own queasiness. She had no thought, no understanding, only the sight of something too malformed, to surreally grotesque and repellent to be called a face. It was something entirely different, ugliness without mercy, something formed from hate and murder, with a fury that was elemental. It had the inhuman quality of an insect, but it was not insect-like, but was monstrous and malign, a nightmare from some deep, dark place, untouched by the light of day.

Brilliant, shining, savage eyes the color of blood stared back at her from the depth of two dark holes. He's wearing a mask.

					Jason X: The Experiment - Page 65