It was once thought the brain was like any other organ. It would someday be possible to sever the mind of a being and implant its essence into that of some other empty shell. The first age of reason changed this view and science itself cried foul claiming it could never be done. But, as in the past with other organs such as the heart, the nolo tengere doctrine had been as certain as the sun revolving around the earth.
The ressurection was commencing at the precipice of global extinction. It had taken the better part of one and one half centuries, but the barrier had been breached proving both the triumph of intellect and the vacuousness of human moral fortitude. A new age of reason was about to engulf the races for the next thousand years making conflict, resolution, and choice unnecessary for all future generations.
One small sample was preserved by an echelon of men of unknown association. Their mission was to serve the public trust and preserve the union of men for posterity and make an ungodly amount of money along the way. The founder's, sadly, were unable to complete the journey themselves, but their trusted heirs have poured the path to righteousness, at precisely the right time. For on the brink of civil war, when our own country was the most divided in history, the need for a saviour once again arose and this time the grand maestro would awaken from his eternal slumber.
For one-hundred-and-forty-one years ago, Abraham Lincoln's head had been preserved in ice, transported to the arctic, and remained there until technology would breathe new life into the specimen, bringing him back to the living at our darkest hour.
The first order of business: Securing the line item veto.