My name is Doctor Gabe Morton. I am the highest paid Oncologist in the world. I specialize in cancers dealing with the brain. I do not cure cancer. Some of my patients do survive. Most don't. I just let them think they are cured. My job isn't to cure them. My job is to extend their time tenfold. I am the only person who knows how. I don't see everyday people with cancer. I see the rich, famous, and important.

        I've seen every type of brain cancer there is. Astrocytomas, Glioblastoma multiforme, Meningioma, so on and so forth. That was until Hudson Graves came into my office. It was an honor to meet him in person. He was just as the papers described, handsome, intimidating, boisterous. The list could go on and on. Then he told me about his predicament. He was willing to pay more money than I have seen anyone offer, to be cured.

        "I'm afraid that you can't be cured Mr. Graves," I said in my usual monotone.

        "That is what the last twenty or so doctors have said. I want to know why," he ordered.

        "You have a rare cancer. So rare that it could be named after you," I said.

        "So? Can't your procedures help me?" he asked.

        "To be honest, my procedure can extend your life. You could live for about ten more years. They will not cure you however," I said.

        "Aren't you supposed to be the best cancer doctor there is?" he asked.

        "I'm the highest paid, not the best. I am the best with brain cancers though, and yours can't be cured. With the sum of money you have offered me, I would be willing to do anything to cure you. It just can't happen," I said.

       "...Fine. I'll pay your normal fee, and you give me your normal procedure," he said.

        "Done," I agreed, and we shook hands.

        He then came to my office once a week. I would spend an hour or so with the procedure, and then he would leave. Weeks passed, and he didn't seem to be getting any better. He started looking worse and worse. Eventually, he was being brought in on a wheelchair.

        "Good evening Mr. Graves. How do you feel today?" I asked.

        "Do you really want me to answer that question in an appropriate manner?" he sneered at me.

        "Diagnostics read that we have extended your lifespan by one week more," I said.

        "One week? ONE WEEK? After all this time!? What kind of doctor are you!?" he asked feverishly.

        "I'm sorry, but it seems that your cancer has a stronger immunity to my procedures," I stated.

        "Look. I can give you anything you desire. Work harder," he said.

        "I'm working my hardest, sir. There is nothing more I can do," I replied.

        "You said you were willing to do ANYTHING to cure my cancer, right? When we first met, that is what you said."

        "Yes, I did. And I am doing all I can."

        "Yes, but you aren't doing... everything."

        "What do you mean?"

        "There is an experimental procedure that my men have been working on."

        "Go on..."

        "Using the Cogitatus, we have come up with something amazing. We made an incubation tube, and placed a man inside. We then connected their body and mind to zero space. First, we were able to transfer things out of their brain. Depression left in zero space. Body returned perfectly. Subject said they felt better than they had in a long time."

        "So?"

        "Let me finish. Next we tried things that aren't so mental. First was the common cold. That also disappeared into zero space, and the body returned, unharmed. We believe that with my technology, we can cure cancer."

        "That's... amazing! What do you need me for?"

        "We don't know the inner workings of cancer like you do. We need your expertise. All that needs to be done is to hook you up to the Cogitatus. Then we make a digital copy of all your cancer knowledge, and apply it to the machine to remove the cancer from myself."

        "I would be honored to participate in this!"

        "If this works, I see a lot of fame coming your way. Imagine being the person who cured cancer! With the help of Hudson Enterprises of course," he said.

        "Count me in!" I said with excitement.

        "Good. Next week, Friday. Be at Hudson Hospital. We will make history," he said. We shook hands, and then he left. The week went slowly after that. Each day I saw a patient, but the idea of delaying their disease no longer excited me. Within the next coming months, I could cure their cancer. I would be a hero in the world! I would be right beside the great Hudson Graves! My name would go down in history! New elements would be named after me, books would be written, some school curriculum would be pointed towards me.

        Finally the day came. I drove to the hospital, and told them who I was. They escorted me to the top floor, which was where the famous machine was. I looked at it with all its glory. It was bigger than I had imagined. I could feel the possibility radiating from it. There were lots of people around, some pressing buttons and doing things with the machine, some cleaning the room, and others watching.

        Two people came up to me and led me into a room. The room was similar to a doctor's room. It had a gurney with a thin white sheet, a computer on a desk, and a chair. A doctor came in, had me remove my clothing, and fully examined my body. He wrote some things on a clipboard, and then left, telling me to leave my clothing off. After a few minutes, he came back, and led me out to the machine.

        In front of the machine, there were two incubation tubes. One was closed and had a dark tinted window, and the other was open. The doctor led me to the open one, and told me to sit in it. Then the doctor started attaching wires and other things to me, with the help of a few nurses. Lastly, a helmet of sorts went over my head. The doctor then told me to lie down, and with that, the tube was shut.

        "Can you hear me Doctor Morton? This is Hudson Graves talking. Nod if you can hear," the voice of Hudson said, almost as if he was directly below me. I nodded my head.

        "Good! Your tube has speakers directly below you that allows me to speak with you from my tube. Now, before we begin the process, I need to tell you the truth. We didn't exactly find a way to cure cancer. You see, the process I told you about, it does work. The only problem is, we can't leave the diseases in zero space. What we found is after the person left, the next person to get in got the disease. We were able to cure one person, at the stakes of the other.

        So instead of my cancer disappearing, it is going to be transferred directly to you. We did need your knowledge of cancer, so the first operation is to have a digital version of all your knowledge. After that is done, my people will apply it to the machine, and the machine will identify the cancer in my body, since I am in the tube next to you. Then it will identify another body without the cancer, and transfer from one to the next. Sadly, the body without cancer is you. You did say you were willing to do ANYTHING to cure me," Hudson said.

        "You son of a..." I started to say, but suddenly, everything went dark. I was in a world of pure darkness. I couldn't see anything. I couldn't see my hands, my legs, nothing. Then colors started to spiral all around me, a rainbow of pure light, directly into my eyes, into my body. It felt like I was in the cosmos, and I could feel the pure energy of the universe. It felt as if I was the universe.

        "Hello Doctor. Tell me. What do you know about cancer?" A voice? From where? And how? It's question was a simple one. I knew the answer. I felt the need, no, I WANTED to answer the question. The voice was so friendly, it wanted to learn! I wanted to teach it! So I did. I told it everything I ever learned. I don't know how I remembered every little detail. I just did. I told it all I knew. We talked for years. I lived the years, going through every school memory, every patient, every seminar, anything dealing with cancer.

        Then I was awake. Just like that. The world stopped spinning and rocking, and life was forced into my mind. I was born once more! I was awake in the tube once more! Why was I in the tube? What was going on? Then my memory flooded back to me. Hudson Graves. What did he just do to me? What is he going to do?

        "Welcome back Doctor! That didn't take too long I hope! Five minutes in real time, but probably a lifetime for you! We got all the information we could possibly want from you! That's the easy part! Now comes the more uncomfortable part. I hope this cancer treats your body better than it treats my own. Don't worry. You can work in my hospital for the rest of your life. A life of luxury. Don't want word getting out about this experiment," Hudson said. Then the darkness came once more. My body became fire. My body became pain. When my eyes opened again, I knew. I had cancer.