And just like that, we had a job. Of course by “jobâ€, I mean “colossal undertakingâ€. But of course there was no way Ralph would turn it down.
So we started training.
The scenario was pretty straightforward—we would get a name and a datetime from a master database, which was constantly being added to from historical and eyewitness records and archaeological finds.
We would arrive at the scene of the death a little beforehand and freeze time in a way that made sense, so that only the moriturus could see us—if he were in any position to do so—and so that we could interact with him.
Ralph would transfer their minds into an empty vessel.
We would bring the mind back to the Halkiadakis Institute, for the impressive part. They had a chamber where the upgrades for immortality and such could be applied directly to the rescued mind.
At this point the rescued mind would start to regenerate its body, restoring itself back to its normal form, which was usually, but not always, something like the form they had in adulthood—but might also be of a different gender or phenotype—and of course free from any disease or disfigurement.