Rebirth
It was of course possible that some of the old STNJ team members would have seen the broadcast on Global Netcast News. After all, in the ten years that had passed since the second death of Michael Lee many things had changed. The nature of the genetic relationship between witches was being researched, and a virus had been developed that would slow the power-development process, would stall the genes which were responsible for asserting the dominant witch characteristics over people. The STN role now was to propagate this virus as much as possible, they no longer killed, they provided a crude gene therapy. The old guard were no longer welcome, no longer required. They had all been paid off, they could live in comfort, but always restricted. They had plenty of time to watch Netcasts now, they were nothing more than relics from an age past.
Had they been watching the broadcast, in which revolutionary new atmospheric manipulation techniques were announced, techniques that could bring rain to drought-parched Africa and dry to flooded Bangladesh, they may not have noticed the man standing shyly at the back of the podium, blushing slightly as he was introduced to the world as the chief programmer and model creator. If they had seen him, then maybe the colour of his hair would have triggered an old memory. Had they looked closely at him, they would have been struck by the very unusual colour of his eyes, the amber contact lenses giving his eyes a catlike cast. Had they seen him afterwards, speaking to his computer in Japanese, a memory would have definitely stirred. But it would only be if they saw him unbuttoning his shirt, with a definite sense of relief, if they saw the familiar tag tied with chain around his neck, that they would have known. Maybe not under his own name, but Michael Lee still achieved his dream, he changed the world, if only a little bit.