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The scene of a large lecture hall fills the computer screen as the video plays.
In the center of the screen stands a caucasian female professor in her late 30's with long strawberry-blonde hair, cold brown eyes and a thick Ukrainian accent.
She walks around casually in front of a whiteboard covered in handdrawn diagrams of various viruses and bacteria, holding a microphone in her hands as she occasionally stutters during her speech despite seeming completely calm and relaxed.
"Today's subject of discussion is Cancer, and I will g-give you an example. I was born as a healthy cell with loving cell sibilings and parents, raised to carry out an important b-bodily function for our Union of Cells. One d-day I decided that bodily function should helping other cells, so I joined an army of Enzymes to help them break down a foreign substance. I was only trying to help keep other cells alive, but I saw our cells kill a lot of foreign organisms that couldn't even harm us... and I helped with that. But it was okay- because they w-were the bad guys and it was to keep our Union alive, right? Well one day an attack from the foreign organisms ended my service to our Union of Cells, and I had to take some time to recover. However, while I seemed to heal j-just fine from my wounds and looked like every other cell, my nucleus remained damaged and abdnormal. I couldn't communicate with other cells as well as I could before- I didn't feel like I was even a cell anymore. I had no choice but to keep going on, having two beautiful children who were perfectly healthy -psst, this part isn't accurate to cancer-. But then I realized that I wasn't able to take care of my f-family- that I couldn't love my children even though I wanted to. The tumor I was creating just grew in size- and eventually I realized I was doing more harm than good to those I loved."
"So... that's cancer."
The professor's class continues as normal- her occasionally twitching eye and uncontrollable stutter accompanying her cold and apathetic voice the whole time.
(Will add the missing parts of a normal character profile later)
In the center of the screen stands a caucasian female professor in her late 30's with long strawberry-blonde hair, cold brown eyes and a thick Ukrainian accent.
She walks around casually in front of a whiteboard covered in handdrawn diagrams of various viruses and bacteria, holding a microphone in her hands as she occasionally stutters during her speech despite seeming completely calm and relaxed.
"Today's subject of discussion is Cancer, and I will g-give you an example. I was born as a healthy cell with loving cell sibilings and parents, raised to carry out an important b-bodily function for our Union of Cells. One d-day I decided that bodily function should helping other cells, so I joined an army of Enzymes to help them break down a foreign substance. I was only trying to help keep other cells alive, but I saw our cells kill a lot of foreign organisms that couldn't even harm us... and I helped with that. But it was okay- because they w-were the bad guys and it was to keep our Union alive, right? Well one day an attack from the foreign organisms ended my service to our Union of Cells, and I had to take some time to recover. However, while I seemed to heal j-just fine from my wounds and looked like every other cell, my nucleus remained damaged and abdnormal. I couldn't communicate with other cells as well as I could before- I didn't feel like I was even a cell anymore. I had no choice but to keep going on, having two beautiful children who were perfectly healthy -psst, this part isn't accurate to cancer-. But then I realized that I wasn't able to take care of my f-family- that I couldn't love my children even though I wanted to. The tumor I was creating just grew in size- and eventually I realized I was doing more harm than good to those I loved."
"So... that's cancer."
The professor's class continues as normal- her occasionally twitching eye and uncontrollable stutter accompanying her cold and apathetic voice the whole time.
(Will add the missing parts of a normal character profile later)
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