You wake up staring into a smooth white surface. The surface you are lying on doesn't feel like the floor.

You should look around.

You wake up facing a dark ceiling. There is something on your chest.

You should look around.

As you try to get up, you realize you are in a hole. You climb out of it and find out you were lying in some sort of medical scanner. In the darkness it looks foreboding, like a white otherworldly being several times larger than you.

You search the rest of the room. The scanning room is sparsely decorated: there's only one or two papers stuck to the walls with safety instructions written on them such as "No metallic objects".

You notice that one of the walls has a long glass window and a door both going into the next room which seems to be an observation room. You can see black monitors and papers on the other side. You see nobody on the other side of the glass. In fact, as you examine the room, you notice the state of it shows that whoever was here was in a hurry to leave. The papers are left laying around messily, chairs are pushed away from the desks. In fact, the door on the other side of the room is even left open.

You try pushing open the scanning room door. It is unlocked. You could go up and right from here.

You get up. The thing on your chest falls to the side like paper, yet it makes a tiny clinking sound as it hits the floor. You bend down and pick it up. It looks like a fist-sized chrome block, but unlike metal it feels incredibly lightweight. It's almost like you're holding air. Next to you is a cattle prod attacked to a stand, pointed right where you were lying moments before. It has a trigger on the handle that fires sparks of electricity out of the pronged end.

As you look around, you see a metal door that leads out of the room you are in. You could go right from here.

You don't have anything on your person. All you are wearing is a light hospital gown.

The papers look like reports for something called "AHZ-20". It appears in the header of all of the reports, alongside subject number and body part. You do your best to decipher the reports, but the main body of text looks far too technical for you to understand. Occasionally, phrases such as "matter transfer" and "protected" crop up.

In one of the papers, someone has written something at the bottom of the report.

One of the papers is only half filled. Maybe it being finished when everyone left?

You try the door on the right. It is unlocked.

The cattle prod comes off the stand easily. It has a dial on the top which can change the power setting. It is currently at 70% power.

You pick up the chrome block. On further inspection there's something odd about it. Its metallic surface seems to be moving around, yet it stays where it is in your hand. It feels like it is made of white noise, like there's a cube shaped hole in the world. It is oddly mesmerizing.

You push open the door and enter the next room. There's nobody in sight and the room is dimly lit. You can see in the middle of the room is a 2mx2mx2m glass cube with desks in a square around it. Inside the cube are lots of metal objects, similar to the chrome block, but in a variety of different shapes. The desks all have devices sitting on top. 3-D printers, cattle prods, a laptop. Papers litter the desktops. It's clear that everybody here had left in a hurry.

There is a door up, but it is locked. There must be some way to break out.

The door opens smoothly. The room smells of gore and bleach, and it is immediately clear why. This part of the lab seems geared for animal testing. Mice in glass boxes fill up one of the walls. Some still run around, some have died and some have even begun decomposing. One of the boxes looks empty, but on closer inspection, what initially looked like sawdust and water is clearly bone fragments swimming in blood and fat. In the box to the right of that, a blue mouse runs around in distress.

The desks hold dissection plates with scalpels, pins and forceps sitting nearby. Some of the plates still have mice halfway through dissection pinned to the wax. Here and there are beakers of blue cream with the label "AHZ-20 (Shielding)" on the side.

One part of the room is concealed by a curtain.

You can go left. There is a door going down, but it is locked.

You investigate the room.

The laptop turns on, but it doesn't connect to the internet, or any network, for that matter. All you find is a 3-D software that seems linked to the printers, and some specialized files that go with it. It seems quite easy to use. You could print "box.vm", "ball.vm", "stick.vm" or "wall.vm", or store them onto a nearby flash drive.

The cattle prod on the desk looks exactly like the one you hold, but this one has a touchscreen at the handle and four wide prongs at the tip. The touchscreen has an image of a cube on the front, though it seems you can load more files onto it. A note is stuck to the side.

Most of the papers are a jargon-filled and confusing to read. You notice the phrase "AWJ-521" crop up here and there. At the bottom of one of the reports is a handwritten note.

You pull back the curtain. In front of you is an odd bulging shape covered by a cloth laying on a table. It’s not until you are almost next to it when you realize it is a corpse. His chest had been opened, part of his ribs had been taken out, one of his lungs is missing and the other lung looks like it has dissolved. Blood and flesh pools into the cavity. From the markings on his body, it seems that his face would have been next if everybody hadn't left suddenly.

The tools used for the autopsy are still here. Scalpels, scissors, tongs and an electric bone saw are lying on a plate near the body. On another table, there’s even more of the “AHZ-20 (Shielding)” in a large beaker.

You load the files onto the flash drive and transfer them to the modified prod successfully. You place the chrome cube on the floor and fire the prod at it.

The touchscreen displays a loading bar. The prod charges up, and after a few seconds beams of electricity jump from the four prongs onto the cube. The moment the beams touch the cube it starts to shift, flattening and lengthening, as though it was made of some living gel. Finally, the beams stop, the loading bar is full, and the cube has become a horizontal chrome pole, about half a metre high and about 5cm across. You notice, however, that it seems to intersect with the right wall, and when you pull on the pole it extends to a full metre, leaving a thin hole that goes straight through the wall.

You stumble into a hallway. Doors branch off to the left and right, though some of them are locked. Each of them are labeled with a metal plate. (Map is updated)

The left door has a glass window. Through it you can see an elevator! It looks unpowered though. You will need to find a power box.

The lock is built into a handle. It is a tumbler lock.

The door is large and metal. It doesn't look rusted or aged in any way. The hinges look like they could be unscrewed with some effort.

You find yourself in an office filled with cubicles. Compared to what you've just seen, it looks oddly normal. There are computers in each cubicle, though none of them turn on. Like the other rooms, papers are everywhere, stacked in piles on each desk.

Up is a door that is labeled "241 VEL. CHAMBER", but it is locked.

You could search the cubicles, in case someone left something important behind.

You hear the painful screech of metal breaking on the left.

The pole feels tough, despite its light weight. You find a gap in the door frame, jam the pole in and pull. The pole doesn't bend at all, but the door seems to have some give. You put your whole weight on the pole, pushing with all your strength and the door bends further and further until the lock gives in and the door opens with a deafening screech.

You can go up.