Note; this is done with an entire background that you do not have access to.  A small amount will be explained, but little else.  It is, for me, just a test to see if this is writable the way it is.  Tell me if you think this is decent.   
 
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        ”Ladies and gentlemen, I have called you here to make some announcements and give a demonstration.” 
 
        Jake Lyon, widely known as one of the most intelligent, and most dangerous, people in the galaxy, was standing before an audience of two hundred sixty diplomats, each with the flag of their nation behind them.  The room was large and rectangular, with Lyon being at the lowest part of the room upon a circular depression within the floor.  There were three columns of diplomats, each column holding four rows, with each row containing twenty people.  There were many more seats,  each with their own holster for their flag, expanding the columns, but these are only for other nations joining these in their support of Lyon. 
 
        Surrounding Lyon’s circle is a thin but probably strong curved sheet of glass, though who it was designed to protect was never clear.  Lyon was the only person standing. 
 
        ”I have finally made some progress with my research.  I am well aware that all of your peoples consider me a way to deal with your death row inmates, view this station as a way to placate me, and have never expected any advancements. 
 
        ”Well, the final one is wrong.  There is progress to report.  First, we are all aware of how the infection transfers.  We do not know why a small section of people react differently.  We do, however, know that all of infection Type 2 have a common set of symptoms; complete loss of skin and hair pigment, a superiority complex, loss of the iris, cessation of aging upon maturity, immunity to disease, and, for some reason, an almost immediate detachment with uninfected Humans.” 
 
        Lyon walked over to a protruding console, pressed an actual button, a rarity in this day and age, and brought up several pictures. 
 
        ”Currently, there are only two living Type 2 Infections; myself, and Kara Rohana.  We still have the body of the body of Jonathan Walker, known as Patient Zero.  Comparisons between us three have led me to believe that what permits someone to become a Walker is actually the individuals genes.  This is actually a large step, despite how small this is.  Researchers are working with my blood, Kara’s blood, and Jonathan’s stored blood in order to attempt to find a connection.  In our spare time, Kara and myself will be coordinating with them. 
 
        ”We hope, overtime, to find gene similarities which might lead us to determine exactly who can and cannot become a walker with a simple blood test.  Beyond this, it might lead us to a way to restrict or eliminate the transference of the infection, both Type 1 and Type 2. 
 
        ”However, perhaps the most important thing I have to announce today, is the presence of a way to stop the virus before complete infection.  First of all, I have determined that, based on a number of factors, complete infection occurs between fifteen seconds and three minutes twenty seven seconds.  Fifteen seconds is a worst case scenario, infected blood on open wound, and three minutes twenty seven seconds is best case scenario, which is a small amount of infected sweat touching the skin. 
 
        ”I have developed something that simply causes a body to reject infected cells.  Unfortunately, I cannot yet make it target the simple infection itself.  Thus, a fully infected taking this would simply die, while an incompletely infected person would experience minor necrosis at the points of infection and extreme pain.  Still, I consider it very important for putting down infected populations.  Unfortunately for you, fortunately for me, it only affects Type 1 infections.” 
 
        This caused a minor stir among the diplomats; when he started speaking of a cure, they believed that they could get rid of Type 2, considered much more dangerous than Type 1, forever. 
 
        ”I have decided to perform a demonstration of how it will kill someone completely infected, how it will somewhat cure someone partially infected, and how it will not do anything for Type 2 infected..  Please note that this is cycled out of the system every two weeks.” 
 
        Walking to the console, Lyon pressed another button, which brought down a small chamber from the high ceiling over his circle.  The chamber had a male in it, though everyone recognized it as infected.  Despite the sixty eight Fahrenheit temperature, it was sweating.  It was twitching, its eyes bloodshot and the iris red.  It was over producing saliva, and appeared to be mumbling something. 
 
        ”You will forgive me for sealing it off; the smell is horrible.” 
 
        Lyon pressed a button, and the small chamber was flooded with a light green gas.  Within a few moments, the infected was choking and struggling against its bonds.  Less than a minute after, its skin began to sink, its eyes became shriveled.  It stopped producing saliva.  Its skin began to blacken and die.  It stopped struggling.  Though they could only see the outside, the diplomats were well aware that its internal organs were undergoing the same treatment.  Lyon pressed the same button, bringing the chamber up and pressed a second button, bringing down another chamber. 
 
        This one had a quite obviously human within. 
 
        ”This is James Kathan.  He has agreed to this under the requirement that he be given a normal execution with no extra tests and that he be given an Anesthetic for the test.  He is already drugged. 
 
        Most diplomats nodded; Lyon was known as one of the most cruel experimenters in existence, yet few knew even half of what he had done to these already-dead men.  The only consolation they had was that, except for tests to find ways to stop or prevent infection, his research was limited to those he had already infected. 
 
        He pressed a button on the console, opening the chamber.  He walked in, pulled out a hypothermic filled with a greenish liquid, cleared it of air, and injected the man with the ‘cure’.  He took off his left glove, licked his index finger, and wiped it over the area he had just injected, then moved out of the way so they could see the infection.  No change.  Given that blood had escaped, it was clear that any infection would be quick. 
 
        Everyone waited; no change.  The cure had worked.  The infected cells were killed off before they could pass it along.  Lyon walked to the console, closed the chamber, and brought it back up.  He took out another hypodermic needle, this one filled with the same liquid as the first, and injected it to his left arm, then held it up for the diplomats to see; for three minutes, no change.  They Lyon put his arm down. 
 
        ”As you can see, there is no change in Type 2 infections.  This means that Type 2 infected are now applicable as a non terror weapon; we can be used as a reactive weapon.  A single type 2 can now safely enter into an infected area and empty the location without fear of undergoing the necrosis of a partial infection.  Despite the lack of response that Kathan had, most experience extreme pain.  Any questions about the information presented to you?” 
 
        A diplomat spoke up. 
 
        ”What’s the dosage for the average individual?” 
 
        Lyon held up his hypodermic. 
 
        ”This.” 
 
        Lyon waited for a moment; none had questions.  They knew they would be given something from Lyon explaining everything in detail that would only be interesting to scientists and doctors. 
 
        ”Well then, I guess this wraps it up.  Your transport will be waiting for you.” 
 
        Everyone stood up, glad to be out of here.  This was the third time Lyon had called for a meeting in the four hundred years he had been at his station, so no one knew what to really expect.  Still, this meeting was believed to be the most important they had ever been given.  A way to prevent the infection from spreading… undoubtedly, it had weaknesses.  Of course, no one wanted to stay around and learn them from the man they had just seen kill a living being, infected or no, with his only complaint being the smell.