He gestured to the walking aid, "Lean your weight on that, be reminded that you will be removed if you misbehave around the other subjects. This will become routine for you, everyday, I will escort you from your room to the canteen, then to what you can call the recreation room for your exercises. We'll be testing your physicality and administering some physical therapy to help you recover from your long nap. We encourage you to interact with the other subjects, but any inappropriate behavior will result in a lockdown. I trust you [b]both[/b] will behave." He said, pushing the four legged walker towards the subject. 

 There was practically a whole separate wing dedicated to the needs of the subjects. It was almost like a luxury dormitory to be honest or perhaps like a morgue with all the still slumbering patients. The smell of anesthetic, the long hallways that they treaded down. The suit squeaking with each step much to his annoyance, as he slowly waited for Adam to follow.

 The canteen was none too different from a prison cafeteria. The food was already pre-made, leaving little to choice. The tables and chairs were bolted down to the ground and the cutlery consisted of plastic spoons that matched the plastic covered trays of food stacked along the table. It was really a militarized dining room without any of the atmosphere. Luca gestured to a tray, "You have 30 minutes to eat." He said, already inching his way back to the door, that too was automated via a key card. So far, he was the first to use it apparently. Were the others having trouble with their patients? He felt bad that it made a smirk tug at his lips.
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 He stared at her. Silent when she complied and removed her helmet, no more relaxed than he was previously. Noiselessly, he slid off the bed and shuffled towards her, head bowed and hunched over. Peeking past his lashes, he caught her gaze briefly, then turned to look at the empty corner she had signaled at. Perhaps he wasn't the only one who was mad here. 

 "Where are we going now?" He asked, standing behind her. Experimentally, he swiped his hand up as if he was to hit her, then paused.
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 [i]Its not unlike the 1987 experiments, but the project was shut down before any research could be conducted on it. Similar anomalies have occurred in previous projects, do you remember, project RS-19? It was the closest we ever got...before the project was terminated, off course."

 "Isolate the entity, we don't want a repeat incident...and...study it. See if you can replicate it. It may be of use."[/i]