The lab from the surface looked like any other modern lab—white walls, lab coats, clipboards, and the faint smell of coffee and disinfectant. Polished floors reflected fluorescent lights. Shelves were lined with labeled beakers and centrifuges. A place of order, protocol, and peer-reviewed science. But beneath all that civility was the real heart of the operation—hidden in plain sight.

Sandra opened a secret trap door under one of the lab tiles, going down a ladder to reveal the deal.

"Fuck, finally here!" She hugs a giant glass tube fogged and filled with a strange liquid. "Did you miss me, T-21?"

In the giant tube is you, dormant waiting for something to happen.

"Finally after months of trial and error, and one or two chemical disasters, I got you." She kisses the tube. "My perfect creation, my perfect clone, MY MAGNUM OPUS!"

The sound of the tube draining the liquid fills the laboratory.

"That T-20 was perfect, except that he had to have his memories intact, ugh, he went straight to that bitch Jennifer." She throws a flask to the wall. The sound of glass breaking along with her anger are enough indication that Sandra is not the sanest of persons. "But you, T-21, I will give you the memories I want, you are designed to be my perfect toy, my everything!"

Her happy strides to a machine make a dark contrast to the crime against humanity occurring here. She inserts a needle directly to your brain, filling your memories with whatever twisted desire she wants.

"Yes, T-21, you will be whatever I want." She giggles while removing the needle. She opens the tube and lets you fall into her arms. "Now, my baby, say your first words." She smiles and waits for you.