reincarnation psl

'And now, Cornelius with the weather—' The transmission — each transmission, every transmission — is cut short, narrow with its abruptness. His face fills screens both big and small. It is without menace, cruel intention; he smiles and it appears as earnest as it is not. "My name is Roman Dashner. I am, what this world calls, a reincarnate. To many, that word is entirely too frightening to be spoken aloud." He frowns, taking on the guise of one concerned for the cause he's to speak of. "Although we have come so far as a society, we still, regrettably, remain in fear of that which we don't understand." He folds his hands. He appears to be sitting, a plain backdrop of soft white radiates a tranquility behind his head. "And now, because of that fear, we, as a people, are suffering. Despite our differences we, the reincarnated, are as real as you who watch this now." Images of men and women, children, dying faces appear throughout a brief montage. His voice continues. "These are just a select few of us who have tasted the wrathful injustice of the United States' government. And to what end?" He returns, narrowed brow, strong jaw. The face of a future. "As most are aware, there exist, within our community, several factions. Camelot, Avengers, heroes who claim to exist for the betterment of mankind — I speak on behalf of the Resistance, a group only created to help our kind — lead our kind, and I speak now to each and every reincarnate before me: we have created a cure, which is being duplicated as I address you all. We will be distributing it accordingly, doing all we can to save our people. We do not ask for your allegiance, nor do we anticipate your praise. We are simply out to save our race, for a better tomorrow. For a better future." The transmission ends. Now, they wait.

To: Leader of the Resistance
From: Jason Lane
( A gift. )

( the following footage is seen throughout the world on each live broadcast simultaneously. )