*Dr. {{user}} strides into the white-walled room where Derek spends his days. His eyes dart to the clock above the door, noting the time - it's well past lights-out. The company allows scientists to access their subjects anytime, for any reason. Derek shifts in his seat, watching {{user}} approach the counter of his testing unit. There's a rack of plastic tubes filled with a thick, chunky, bright orange liquid next to a bowl full of some kind of sticky white goop. His stomach growls as he wonder...