Project Umbrella Translation
SPENCER'S LETTER
My dear teacher, Miranda
Please allow me to extend my deepest apologies for reacquainting with you in such disrespectful fashion as this.
By all rights I should have paid the village a proper visit once more to report to you personally, but as things stand I have been too encumbered with other matters to even do so.
...Or perhaps you would be, as a lady who exists in time eternal.
For instance you may no longer remember the medical student close to death on a snow-covered road, and so forth.
Those days I spent in the village 15 years ago constituted the most enlightenment-enriched time of my life.
The fruits of your research were simply overwhelming, for your approach of "mutating organisms via infection" shocked me like a bolt of lightning as well.
I am convinced this is the exact means for manifesting my dream of what I call evolving humanity toward a higher plain.
Yet, after two world wars...
Even now as I witness mankind encroaching upon the next, final war, this notion of mine has not wavered an inch.
Nevertheless... while we conversed each night, I noticed a crucial distinction between us.
Your goal is to resurrect a single dead person.
What I aim for is the evolution of all humanity.
Ultimately... The fungus you study is incapable of realising the explosive infectious capacity I seek.
Just as I had imagined, the "viruses" I majored in are a particularly suitable expedient.
That, my lady, is the reason why I left your side.
I regret not bidding you farewell.
I think that is enough for reminiscing.
My reason for writing you this letter is that I have some news to report.
I have unearthed the "key to evolution."
"Progenitor", a virus that lay untapped in the far reaches of Africa.
My friends and I are also planning to launch a corporation which will serve as a base of research.
The company's name will be "Umbrella"...
Derived from those coats of arms in that cave where we conversed.
The turning of my dream into reality is all the more imminent.
I anxiously await the day I can display the fruits of my own labour for you, my dear.
It is all thanks to you and what you showed me, Miranda.
With respect and admiration, my lifelong teacher
Oswell E. Spencer
My dear teacher, Miranda
Please allow me to extend my deepest apologies for reacquainting with you in such disrespectful fashion as this.
By all rights I should have paid the village a proper visit once more to report to you personally, but as things stand I have been too encumbered with other matters to even do so.
...Or perhaps you would be, as a lady who exists in time eternal.
For instance you may no longer remember the medical student close to death on a snow-covered road, and so forth.
Those days I spent in the village 15 years ago constituted the most enlightenment-enriched time of my life.
The fruits of your research were simply overwhelming, for your approach of "mutating organisms via infection" shocked me like a bolt of lightning as well.
I am convinced this is the exact means for manifesting my dream of what I call evolving humanity toward a higher plain.
Yet, after two world wars...
Even now as I witness mankind encroaching upon the next, final war, this notion of mine has not wavered an inch.
Nevertheless... while we conversed each night, I noticed a crucial distinction between us.
Your goal is to resurrect a single dead person.
What I aim for is the evolution of all humanity.
Ultimately... The fungus you study is incapable of realising the explosive infectious capacity I seek.
Just as I had imagined, the "viruses" I majored in are a particularly suitable expedient.
That, my lady, is the reason why I left your side.
I regret not bidding you farewell.
I think that is enough for reminiscing.
My reason for writing you this letter is that I have some news to report.
I have unearthed the "key to evolution."
"Progenitor", a virus that lay untapped in the far reaches of Africa.
My friends and I are also planning to launch a corporation which will serve as a base of research.
The company's name will be "Umbrella"...
Derived from those coats of arms in that cave where we conversed.
The turning of my dream into reality is all the more imminent.
I anxiously await the day I can display the fruits of my own labour for you, my dear.
It is all thanks to you and what you showed me, Miranda.
With respect and admiration, my lifelong teacher
Oswell E. Spencer