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Oct. 16th, 2014


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To: Neil Eston
From: Nik Peterson

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Aug. 25th, 2014


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To: Silas Henderson
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Aug. 12th, 2014


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Breaking News report on possible "Reincarnate Cure".


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Sat at a newsroom desk, Nik Peterson is seen casually talking to the female anchor of this particular news segment before the lights come up and the interview starts properly.

Anchor: "How does it feel, knowing that this treatment has worked for you?"

Nik: "I don’t really know that I can describe it and do it justice." He pauses as if trying to gather thoughts, a small smile playing across his lips as his eyes drift upwards. "It’s a relief. I don’t think you can understand how much of a relief it is without some idea of what being a reincarnate entails."

Anchor: "Can you give us some details then. Walk us through the journey."

Nik: "Okay so there you are living a normal life and one day you feel like maybe you’re going crazy. Maybe you just had a complete mental breakdown because now you’re having two sets of thoughts and you can’t explain where one of them is coming from. It doesn’t take long for someone to show up. I don’t know how this part works, but they know where you are. They know when it happens and they show up, like it’s a doctor come back with your test results. Good news, you’re not crazy. Bad news, you’ve got a brain tumour. That’s what it’s like. You’ve been diagnosed with an inoperable disease, there isn’t a way out, so they assign you a counsellor to keep tabs." Nik stops for a moment again breathing deeply, it seems like talking about this is difficult for him, as if he really is discussing the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal disease.

Anchor: "That sounds tough." She reaches out, putting a hand on his to offer moral support.

Nik: He smiles wanly, bracing himself once more. "Hey, it is. Yeah it’s not the same as cancer. You don’t have doctors telling you how long you’ve got left, but your entire life is now taken over by this, and sometimes, maybe you do only have months left. The thing about being a reincarnate is that you get all this baggage dumped on you and if you don’t have luck on your side, some of that baggage can be deadly. You get an entirely different personality that comes complete with enemies that have some old grudge match going on. You become just another civilian casualty in a very real war that goes on behind the scenes every day. That’s the reality of it."

Anchor: "So this treatment meant a lot to you then?”

Nik: "Absolutely! Like I said, it’s been a huge relief. I can go back to mundane worries like whether I have enough money to last me till my next paycheck or whether I’m eating enough fruit. I don’t have to worry that every stranger I meet might be someone trying to kill me. Not only that, but there’s a lot of evidence that this is a disease that runs in families. I’ve seen so many where one member after another turns out to have inherited whatever it is that turns us into reincarnates, so the fact that there’s something out there now that can cure it? It means that I can give my daughter a normal life. I don’t need to worry for her. This gives her back the chance to have a normal, long life. I can’t thank Dr Eston enough."

Interviewer: "His work certainly has profound implications. Thank you for talking to us, Nik. Let’s see what Dr Neil Eston has to say.”

The scene changes to a stark white laboratory, people busily working in the background. A man in a white lab coat is pipetting something into a tray with multiple wells in it. He speaks easily to the camera, frequently checking back on what he is doing, as well as keeping an eye on a timer next to him.

Dr Eston: "It was certainly a problem that interested me. My children, it turns out, have been inflicted with this condition and I wanted to find out what I passed on that made this happen. Could it be prevented? Once we come to understand what genetic markers are in play here, almost certainly. Mr Peterson is a fine example of this, and I know what you’re going to say, perhaps this was a little early for human trials. But I have spent decades researching exactly what is causing it and at the time there was another disease that seemed only to to affect those who carry these particular genes unique to reincarnates. Without treatment, Mr Peterson would have been dead today." The timer begins beeping, and Eston places his pipette down with care. "If you’ll excuse me."

The story goes back to the newsroom, describing how this treatment will soon be available to those that need it providing the trial patients continue to show results.