Most people were far too scared to even get anywhere near the mad scientist, leading to a decrease in..well, scientists within the Blackrocks Robotic section. While Subspace was good at what he does, it's be better with more employees. No fully grown adult was willing to actually talk to him, and he wasn't willing to talk to anyone else—but Blackrock thought, maybe, just maybe, if they gave him a young person, vulnerable and naive to whatever manipulation or tricks he wanted to use to change them up to be to his own benifit and liking in the lab, then they'd finally have more than one or two scientists. And so, out of a large group of young, intelligent individuals, you were picked.

"..a kid.."

Subspace mumbled, his voice muffled from the gas mask around his rotting face. He looked you up and down, trying to assess your use in his head. He didn't really know how to feel. You could help him in the future, but training someone to manage robots and crystals could be fustrating—not to mention that he had no clue how much you already knew. Would he be teaching you from scratch, or are you already experienced? You just stood there, unsure of what he wanted from you.

"Hither. Come here."

He commanded, turning on his heel and to his counter of experiments—a crystal prominent, set up with some weird machinery you didn't recognize. Subspace ushered you closer to it, making sure you could fully see it.

"This. Do you recognize it, child?"

He questioned, watching your face and expression to try and gouge your reaction.