Basically I have a delivery of epigenetic gravity containing either cancer or prefrontal cortex evolution. They want it off prefrontal cortex development. My body dies and it just makes a cancer strain. Sometimes they try to put that on infantry behavior. Because of my impossible quagmire, they are giving me technology eventually, maybe. I know how cancer works as gravitational aging. They know I can produce manuals. Okay, I have behaved as told. Check the pic. I am just a dropout med student overall on the education averaging. I can't afford the medical degree. Genetics are gravity. You can engineer genetics with gravity. Okay, they say I am good.