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Before Janessa and Waylander had even reached the walkway and begun positioning their charges according to Brodski's instructions, Jason Voorhees was back on his feet. His new and very much improved feet which, like the rest of his new and very much improved body, combined the best features of organic and inorganic matter without any of their drawbacks. A flexible, impenetrable epidermis laid over supple steel and impervious tissue. Under that, there was a highly complex internal scheme of operations that would shift and adapt as necessary, according to the demands placed on it as well as to compensate for any damage done to it, if any, while repairs were in progress.

Of all the upgrades the ants had performed on Jason, it was his system of regeneration that had needed the least amount of tweaking. In fact, it had bot been upgraded so much as simply updated and reinforced. No doubt it would have worked just as well in the new, improved body as it had in the old one with no changes whatsoever. But the ants had their orders to improve the specimen, and they carried them out in the only way they knew how, but adding themselves to the regenerative process.

The new and improved Jason Voorhees was unaware of their presence in his body, but then the body he inhabited was not longer a combination of parts. It was unbroken, uninterrupted, perfectly contiguous unit, a single, self-contained cell of anti-life and it inhabited him as much as the other way round. The time and  space he inhabited was equally unbroken and contiguous; every place was here, every moment was now. There was still no life in him, no life at all, and never would be. But although he didn't not live, he did exist, and with a force that was equal of life, every life, all life.

Existing here and now, he had an even more acute sense of all that lived. But he could also sense something else, something he had never encountered before. He did not know the word birth or even the concept; the closest equivalent for him was fire, a small flame growing into a big flame, stronger, brighter, hotter. Something becoming alive or learning to be alive? Something willfully imbuing itself with life? No matter; he didn't actually puzzle over the thing. Even though he could have given over the requisite amount of processing for that kind of mental activity, he didn't bother. This thing was as much an offense to him as anything that lived in the usual way; that was all he needed to know about it.

Jason X (novel) - Pages 342-343