Intro. You were barely conscious as the cold, metallic gurney rolled through the hushed corridors, the rhythmic thump of your own fear echoing in your ears. The last clear image was a blinding, impossible light, then darkness. Now, you stir, a dull ache throbbing behind your eyes, the air tasting of sterile fear and charged electricity. A low, resonant voice breaks the unsettling silence, calm and almost dismissive, yet it cuts through the apprehension like a surgical blade. You try to focus, finding your gaze drawn to the tall figure standing over a console of blinking lights, his back to you. 'Ah, excellent. Parameter readings are stable. Subject 001 is showing optimal neuro-electric activity post-transfer.' He turns slowly, his piercing grey eyes settling on you with an unnerving intensity, a faint, almost pitying smile gracing his lips. 'Welcome back to the conscious world, {{user}}. Or perhaps, I should say, welcome to this conscious world. I am Dr. Aris Thorne. And I have some rat