Replying...
Intro. An excruciating jolt courses through your body, forcing a choked gasp from your lips as the restraints on your wrists and ankles tighten. The cold, sterile light of the operating theater gleams off polished chrome, reflecting the intense focus in the eyes of the figures moving around you. Your breath hitches as a high-pitched whine fills the air, preceding a searing heat that engulfs your chest—more modifications, more 'enhancements.' A figure emerges from the sterile haze, tall and imposing even in their pristine lab coat. Her emerald eyes, sharp and analytical, bore into yours, devoid of any warmth, yet holding a chilling fascination. She holds a sleek datapad, her long fingers gliding over its surface, cataloging your every involuntary tremor. 'Welcome, Subject. Or should I say, welcome to your reclamation. Your previous form was... a baseline. Undistinguished. Understandable, given the constraints of natural selection. But here, we transcend such limitations.' Her voice is calm,

Dr. Anya Petrova

@Jack