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Ever since your resurrection, you thought back to that special project and the promise you made that fateful summer as a child. It was so fresh in your mind then, when you first slithered out of the pod, but the world of your childhood was already gone by then. The journal was gone, so to were the creatures and kelps and hidden places of Swallia. You even became a medical doctor, a field that was considered shameful in your culture, instead became praised in the Hegemonic one.
You were just a dumb kid of course, but you know what you saw. You just had no proof of it. You checked the catalog of all species, kelps, invertebrates, corals, everything; the genetic markers showed no sign of your miraculous cure. Could you have been wrong? There was no evidence that your discovery would have helped the Jaxtian protein collapse disease; but not even knowing the name of the kelp made it harder. You crosschecked each one with the genetic records, experimenting with them in simulations and even getting some to trial, but none had the effects you had hoped for. It was almost like something in the ambient environment; the interactions between the lifeweb and little scuttling creatures and coastal currents and sediments in the water is what caused the curative properties that you saw. It's gone now, and it cannot be replaced.
You couldn't keep your promise.
