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Defendant’s Witness: Lyla Kuramoto
“With any technology, especially one still in its development phase, there will be risks,” stated Dr. Cavendish’s lawyer, “We call Lyla Kuramoto to the stand.”
I wore my favorite Givenchy green skirt with the matching overcoat and a black blouse underneath. My heels clicked against the wooden floors of the courtroom as I made my way to the stand. My mother, Nicole Kuramoto, was a very wealthy woman originally from Tokyo; however, she moved to New York to gain independence as a young college student. Soon after my youngest brother’s birth, she was diagnosed with stage two breast cancer. Throughout her adult life, she struggled with on and off chemotherapy and intense medication. I watched her shop for wigs, missed birthdays and graduations because of migraines, and started smoking again for the first time in twenty years. Even with all this, she remained the light of my life and my mentor. Her health took a toll on mine as well. I went to every doctor’s appointment, picked up her prescriptions, and did morning walks with her when the gym became too difficult. On my mother’s fiftieth birthday, she passed out while cutting her cake in front of her closest friends and family. I will never forget everyone rushing by her side, or calling 9-1-1 while I was as frozen as a block of ice. My jaw dropped, I felt numbness from my brain to my toes. It all felt surreal. The same day I spent drinking champagne and laughing with my loved ones, was when I found out my mother had a month to live. Her cancer had rapidly progressed within the span of a few weeks since her last check-up. With all this in mind, when Dr. Cavendish approached us regarding an opportunity to lower her suffering, it’s safe to say I jumped at the opportunity. My mother’s family was split between Catholic and Muslim. The concept of the afterlife was a difficult thought for her as she never understood which to believe or if any were true at all. I spent hours researching theories and concepts to help; however, with religion, nothing is set in stone and the uncertainty of it all was what was truly killing her. With Dr. Cavendish’s technology, my grandmother spoke with her parents, asking about the afterlife. They gave her peace of mind and prepared her for the reality of what was next to come. Whilst staying bedside with my grandmother during her last few moments, she thanked me excessively for bringing Dr. Cavendish to her.
I told the court, “Dr. Cavendish took the fear out of a dying woman. If that doesn’t prove his character and pure intentions, I don’t know what does.”
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Plaintiff Two: Hakim Williams
As the man struggled to make his way to the stand, an aura of silence fell over the crowd in the courthouse. The man who had been convicted of violently murdering a woman now struck pity into the hearts of those who had previously convicted him. The entire left side of his body was unresponsive to his actions, his left leg and left arm hanging limply at his side. His heart pounded with every movement. The man’s name was Hakim Williams, a 27-year-old carpenter from San Diego, California. Father to two sons, both seated with their mother in the courtroom, he felt the pressure of the room slamming against his body. Williams claimed he was innocent of murdering 32-year-old Julia Michaels while she went for an evening jog through the nearby park. Yet, with a median salary of $55,000/year, Williams couldn’t afford a good attorney and was thrown into prison like a worthless scumbag. Until one day, he awoke to a guard banging on his cell door, stating he had a visitor. Upon entering the visiting room, he was left confused by the man who greeted him. He introduced himself as Dr. Cavendish.
“How would you like to be a part of the newest form of psychiatric treatment Mr. Williams,” Dr. Cavendish said with a smirk running across his long face.
“There was something odd about him from the start, too calm almost. I can’t explain it”, Williams said to the court while elaborating on his experience.
Dr. Cavendish explained to Williams that by testing his technology, he would only serve a lifetime of probation. The United States government was in a contract with Dr. Cavendish and their goal was to transform the US prison system into one similar to Sweden with a focus on rehabilitation. The technology would force prisoners to speak to those they hurt at the exact moment they last saw them, teaching empathy. Dr. Cavendish’s technology would force Williams to undergo a temporary coma and face the woman he killed. The issue with the technology was how only the dead and the test subject could see each other. When Williams went under, he spoke with Julia Michaels; however, she had no idea who he was- proving his innocence. Yet, since no one could witness the interaction, he was left more frustrated than before. Making matters worse, he awoke with numbness all across the left side of his body. His brain had not fully transferred over, one of the technology’s risks Dr. Cavendish made aware of the program’s subjects and the government.
“Dr. Cavendish’s technology took half of my body. When my innocence is proven, I will still never be able to hold both my children, return to my work, or even use the stairs.”
Despite Williams’ testimony, the system had lost his trust. He had to face the harsh reality of his pain. Through all this, the court held his original sentence. He was still set to face 15 years in prison.
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Plaintiff One: Michael Ismail
“I just don’t see progress, Michael,”....all I have heard this past year. Three therapists later, I still struggle near bridges. Finally, on a cold November morning, my hands shivered as my AirPods blasted “Let it Snow” by Jule Styne, to add a little ever-so-needed Christmas spirit. My fourth therapist, Dr. Ryan Montgomery, a decently short man who earned his Ph.D. in bereavement counseling from Oxford, was an honest man. I liked how blunt he was, after my wife passed, everyone else sugar-coated reality until it was too late. One afternoon, he brought to my attention a new psychiatric facility in Hawkins, Indiana developing a special form of treatment. Intrigued, I booked the next flight out. I even upgraded to first-class–figured, if this didn’t work, it would be my last flight anyway. With nothing but an address and receptionist’s name from the appointment booking, I was going in blind. I took a cab straight from the airport to the facility. I ran out of the car, one hand laying my coat over my head with the other gripping onto my suitcase. I rushed through the automatic doors to the lobby. Every inch of the facility was the purest shade of white and smelled like a nuanced lavender. It left an uncomfortable presence in my stomach. Soon after entering, I was greeted by the receptionist, Katherine. Her face plastered with a disingenuous smile. I nodded, regretting my decision, something just felt wrong. Katherine began walking towards a hallway, rolling my suitcase with her left hand, signaling I should follow her. She came to a slow stop in front of room 218. The room had a single chair in the center and a metal table to its right. Katherine asked me to take a seat. After a couple of minutes, a very thin, tall, and white man entered the room. His bald head glistened in the light of the almost empty room. With an uneasy tension resting in my stomach, I smiled involuntarily.
“Well Michael Ismail, I see here your wife passed away which has caused suicidal thoughts. Specifically, you mentioned in past therapy, the last time you saw her was during an argument.”
I shook my head in agreement, my mouth was locked shut.
“Today, I will be offering you the opportunity to relive this moment, and fix your last words.”
Dr. Cavendish lifted a syringe filled with a clear liquid off the table. My gut was telling me something is wrong. Dr. Cavendish held my arm gently yet, still tightly between his hands as if in an attempt to comfort me.
“Our state-of-the-art psychiatric facility has teamed up with a tech start-up in San Francisco. We designed a shot that would put you in a temporary coma with someone who has recently passed before they fully disappear”
The risks he explained were frightening, you could lose a part of yourself such as your sense of smell or creativity as your body may not completely transfer over. I accepted the possible side-effects and was put under. Turns out my stomach aches from simply walking in were foreshadowing the immense loss I would face.
“I stand before the court suing Dr. Cavandish for malpractice for promoting and administering a dangerous and unproven technology . I lost my eyesight in the transition and now I will never see my wife or my children again.”
The jury was left speechless.
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