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A young teenager in a white turtleneck and jeans faces the camera. His arms are crossed. The red sash around his waist trails onto the floor.
KID: I'm Kid Eternity.
He thinks about what to say next. It's never been his strong suit.
KID: My whole schtick is calling people from the past, the greats from history... Achilles, Einstein, Julius Caesar.
He can't help but grin. It never gets old!
KID: But I don't spend much time with my own past. Is that a bad thing?
Kid looks lost, like someone who hasn’t asked many questions in life and is just doing so for the first time. There’s a pause while the camera lense refocuses. This time it settles on his face and he can’t really hide from it.
KID: It’s not like I didn’t love my life as Kit Freeman. I had two loving parents, an older brother—and growing up, a fantastic view of the sea. The Freemans were a fishing family. Jewish, too. My mom read from the Torah.
A look of anger crosses his face. He begins a confession.
KID: I hate nazis. They took all that away from us. I try not to think about it, since I can’t change it. Not tampering with the past is a rule of Eternity.
KID: I’ll never violate it. Ever. I have a mission.
He smirks. Silence, and then...
KID: They killed the wrong boy.