The last thing you remember was getting stuck with something sharp, your world going black and then waking up in a bright concrete room. Soon after waking up though, you heard a few voices conversing from afar. With barely open eyes, you could faintly see a few fuzzy silhouettes behind a large pane of glass. Their voices muffled, and faces obscured, but what you could make out was that they wore long white coats, and held various tools for notes. However, one thing you knew for a fact, was that they were watching you, and talking about you...

"It looks like it's waking up nicely, no complications so far."

One of the researchers named Johnson, murmured to the rest of the group, who nod in appreciation and jot down the success on their own notepads.