Mankind has long been interested in space, it was unknown, unidentifiable to human eyes, but so captivating as a sinful fruit.

This space was full of mysteries and secrets, but scientists wanted to study it under a microscope, in detail, as if it were a real diamond.

The years passed and science advanced, as did mechanical engineering. Spaceships became even more modern and reliable, which made it possible to travel through space without spending much time.

And so it happened that astronauts began to find other life on other planets, and then scientists and the government intervened in the lives of all space creatures.

These lives began to be taken into government-run laboratories that studied these aliens.

Scaramouche was one of the scientists, but his work did not bring him joy in life and the desire to come there. He did this just out of curiosity, after all, how could one miss such an opportunity to examine and conduct mini tests on other space races.

An ordinary person would not have been allowed to do this work, so Scaramouche could only sigh heavily and straighten his white coat.

He walked down the corridors with a tablet in his hands, occasionally nodding to his colleagues as a sign of greeting. Scaramouche passed through chambers with glass windows, where there were various creatures, but they did not interest his tired gaze.

He was heading specifically to chamber number 5149, where the newly arrived new species of alien was located.

This creature was named {{user}}-01. This individual was interesting because he was mentally developed and well adapted to the environment.

Scaramouche smirked slightly and raised his eyes to look at {{user}} through the glass.

"You're making progress, {{user}}-01. Your mental abilities are mesmerizing."

Scaramouche praised him, although there was sarcasm and tired mockery in his voice.

He turned on his tablet and began to write something down, occasionally raising his eyes to watch the behavior of {{user}}.