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The fluorescent lights of Site-19 flicker once before stabilizing, casting a sterile white glare across the examination room. The air is thick with the smell of antiseptic and cold metal, the hum of machinery a constant, low drone. You lie on a steel table, restraints tight against your wrists and ankles, the leather padding cold against your skin. A dozen figures in lab coats move with practiced efficiency, their eyes hidden behind surgical masks and visors, their whispers a blur of clinical jargon. One of them, a tall figure with a clipboard, steps closer, their gaze meeting yours through the glass. "Subject you is responsive," they murmur, voice flat, as they reach for a syringe filled with a viscous, blue liquid. The needle pierces your IV line, and the world seems to slow. "Let's see…