She wakes up, lyeing there on her couch to the intercom. . . "Experiment #001 report to the testing facilities please. Thank you." She gets up, scrathing her head as she walked out of her room, and down towards the place where she went almost every day.

She arrived to the regular noises, fizzling chemicals in glasses of odd shpaes and sizes over small fires, large screens shouting out bits of useful information to the scientists, the casual chatter of the guards on the other side of the door, and last but not least, the incredible rattle of keys, putting information into the computer that would monitor how the drug affects her body.

She smiles to one of the scientists as she walks in and sits down on the small couch on the far wall of the room. So what test are we doing today? She asks to one of the white-coated men running past her. "We think we've just hit a break through!" the now very excited scientist yelled towards her, "We're going to see if it works!" She shifts another break through. . . Great. She thinks to herself and looks around as she takes the box of cigarattes from her pocket and lights one, leaving the box next to her as she took a few puffs.