You are Jade Harley and you are without a doubt the finest scientific mind of your generation. There was a time when you would have called yourself second-finest in order to challenge yourself, but you've long since realized that the challenge of growth comes from within.

Growth is what you're aiming for at this very specific moment, as you push the plunger of the syringe.

This subject is able to return from the dead, repeatedly. You have eliminated the usual causes of misdiagnosed death by dint of complete observation: galvanic sensors, pneumatic markers, chemical trackers marking circulation both in the body and in the brain, and you have killed the subject by methods meant to eliminate, one by one, every variable which might produce a false positive.

Only recently have you begun to truly believe that you will not receive one. Your subject can truly die and truly revive--autonomously. He is a marvel. He has already done so much for you, and will do a great deal more. The applications of this research will make nonsense of mortality itself, and chances are decent your subject will survive the tests to see it. Well, almost decent. You're still researching the parameters of his unique ability, of course.

You watch him. You've given him a coagulant, this time.

>Jade: loosen that surgical cap and mask getup