28JM456RSP seems mentally stable, responds well to tests, is aware of the nature of the tests, knows which answers get the best results. Socialness and willingness to enter conversation has decreased severely as compared to entrance tests. Will not speak to guards or other prisoners, speaks as little as possible to evaluators. Sparse comments made reveal the size of his cell and lack of things to occupy his mind bother him. Although mentally competent, lack of mental stimulation seems to be affecting 28JM456RSP negatively, as well as many in his sector. Has not had any violent outbursts since incarceration, consider moving to gen. Pop. or risk mental deterioration.

Being a surgeon seemed like a pretty good job for a kid to want to be, considering how much people of medicine were being valued nowadays. The Roslin Federation seemed to be ripe with schools to teach him, and the rest of the systems, even in their fragile truce, seemed welcoming to any sort of doctors that could help them.

Jameson’s father was a simple librarian from North America, rather unexpectedly married to a very successful Korean businesswoman who has immigrated to the Roslin Federation for greater opportunities to start her own business. By the time they had their only son, her business of creating and innovating new, high tech medical equipment was booming. At a young age, a world of choices was opened to Jameson. He had his dad’s library to nourish his never ending hunger on the human body, and his mother’s successful medical business to give him a foot in the door that not many kids had.

The Three Day War gave a fair interruption to his childhood, as most of the Earth stood still and watched in fear as the Devastators tore through the outer colonies, killing thousands. One thing that Jameson noticed around these times was that, understandably, the cruel looks that were thrown at his family seemed to become less frequent. The almost tangible divide between those of Nagasaki descent and those of Roslin descent started to fade, as well as the stress between the earthlings and the Martians. Even if they were in danger, at least they would die together.

After the Three Day War lasted, well, three days, Jameson found an even renewed vigor to become a surgeon. Less and less people threw him ugly glances when he gathered stacks of anatomy and physiology books in his father’s library. He knew the war had resulted in a lot of hurt people, and he was determined to be able to help those injured people some day.

Often, words like “Prodigy” and “Advanced beyond his years” came up when Jameson’s parents discussed his education with his teachers, but they can at the same pace as words like “distracted” and “focusing on the wrong subjects.” Jameson loved to learn, but he loved to learn about one thing: the human body. The way that completely different systems all worked in tandem to create one healthy, intelligent being intrigued Jameson immensely, and it was, at one point, the only thing he ever wanted to read about.

Having access to the newest and most proficient surgical simulations and equipment on the market gave Jameson an almost divine step ahead into become the surgeon he dreamed. Starting when he was about 12, Jameson’s mother would get a few of the older pieces off the line, and a friend of the profession or two, and let Jameson practice. Whether it was a device used for moving organs, measuring vitals, a simulation of operation on an animal or a person, Jameson used it, and he got good at it. Fast. By the time he was 17, the doctors that Jameson’s mother had gotten to help him train were amazed by the young boy’s skill, and even further by the fact that he was thinking of shortcuts and techniques that even they hadn’t.

This recognition was quick to spread, and before his Senior year in high school had really started, many prestigious academies were already sending him cordial invitations to their schools, or to meet face to face with their deans and directors. In the medical world, Jameson Myŏng was a becoming an even more and more prevalent name. What school would he finally choose? What hospital would he work when he inevitably graduated?

To make a long story short, Jameson finally chose to attend Reid Medical Academy, a school that even some of the best surgeons were not qualified to attend. There, he was surrounded by other prodigies and innovators of the practice, but perhaps not anyone had a name as big as Jameson. Even if fame in the medical world didn’t translate into much actual fame amongst the rest of the population, Jameson was content.

The next 4 years were some of Jameson’s best, as his skill were put to the test, sometimes he even lost his cool a few times, but it was all a great and enlightening experience. Jameson was years ahead of the rest of his class, and to not many’s surprise, graduated early and entered the field with interest from many hospitals and surgery centers interested in hiring him. At 22, the world was Jameson’s oyster, and it was finally time to open.

Quickly, Jameson become the star surgeon of the Seonnyeo General Hospital in the Nagasaki Conglomerate. His choice to leave the Roslin Federation came under much disappointment, but was caused by his mother’s choice to move closer to family in the Conglomerate. Seeing as how his father didn’t have family to worry, the move was easy for the parents, and a bit harder for Jameson, as he had to leave many of his good medical friends he had made in the Federation.

Jameson was at the top of his game, saving lives and performing multiple major surgeries a day. The hours could be tiring, but if you’re doing what you love, you’ll never work a day in your life. The real work didn’t come in until Jameson started meeting terminally ill patients. Even if cybernetics could solve many different illnesses, not everyone could afford them, much less wanted them. Jameson began to meet and take care of more and more patients that spent most of their time lying in bed, suffering. The side of Jameson that loved and cared for his patients was suffering right with the patients, but he had to be professional. Keep them alive as long as they could be, give their kids plenty of time to say their goodbyes and to give them the usual respectful death elder’s deserved.

Some, although, weren’t on the verge of death, but they were definitely suffering, and it killed Jameson to see it. The thought had appeared in his head, and it drove him crazy. He wanted to avoid it, he hated even having the thought, he knew how much it could ruin, how fast it could end his career, but he couldn’t help it. What if he ended their suffering? He could save so many more lives on the table, having a few deaths here and there couldn’t hurt. People had died on the table before, even with Jameson’s skill. Death was a usual theme in the hospital, and Jameson was sure he could end the suffering of a few patients without being found out. So. He did it.

The first one devastated Jameson. For days, he would pace his home and office, hands shaking. It was a young man, who had been in a devastating accident which destroyed most of his body. The wounds and bones would heal, but the pain would never go away. Ren’s life would never be the same, and both Jameson and Ren were both aware of this. So, one day, while Ren groaned in pain, Jameson crouched to alongside the bed.

“I can help end the pain, Ren. You don’t have to live in this state any longer than you want to. I can release you from this.”

Taken aback, Ren didn’t know how to react what Jameson had told him. The life-saving Dr. Myŏng had just offered to put him out of his misery! How many times had he done it before? Had he killed people before? But, did it really matter? Ren, although he was improving, knew that his body and quality of life would never be the same, and he didn’t know if, in the end, the struggle would be worth it. Friends and family had died in the accident too, and that pain also weighed heavily on him. Eventually, after much thought, he accepted, and Jameson was able to have him die on the operating table, under no scrutiny from the rest of the doctors. His first mercy killing.

Over the course of the next few years, Jameson helped 12 more patients escape their suffering, but not without notice. After some suspected Jameson of intentionally botching surgeries of patients he disliked for one reason or another, an investigation was launched, and it was the center of enormous controversy. The investigation was news enough, but when evidence was found in Jameson’s journal, recounting and lamenting over the mercy killings and assisted suicides he committed, it made news all over the Conglomerate. How could Dr. Jameson Myŏng, the world renowned surgeon and all around great person, be doing something as dark and unethical as mercy killings on his patients? The trial went on for a weeks, and every moment of it was broadcasted for people all over Earth. On the charges of 5 Second Degree Murders, and 7 counts of Manslaughter, Jameson was found guilty of all them, and sentenced to 12-20 years for each charge. At age 26, Jameson was put in Ryūjin Sector Prison.

The charges and subsequent imprisonment devastated Jameson, and prison has not been good to him. Even if he was lucky enough to land in a cushy white collar prison, solitary confinement anyway would be awful to him. The endless silence, horrible food, lack of anything to read or stimulate the mind of the young surgeon, it all contributed to the detriment of his mental health. Not to mention how the entire ordeal destroyed any semblance of a reputation Jameson had in the world. He was no longer Dr. Jameson Myŏng, he was the Angel of the Death, and Silent and Deadly Surgeon. He was a murderer.

When the Arks were being filled, and people of note and skill were needed to fill them, Jameson was surprisingly chosen to be on the Vitae, even despite his imprisonment. Jameson would still be kept in an isolated cell, he would still be treated the same as he was in prison. Or, that’s what they told him at least. He wasn’t being freed, he was simply being put in a place where maybe his skills could be put to use. The fact they even trusted him enough to bring him on the Ark surprised him.Perhaps someone still saw the skill he had?