"It's September 3rd, 2075. Temperature inside of the room is..." The man in the white coat looked at his wrist, something ticked repetitively on it. "75 Fahrenheit. You are developing well I see. It is just a normal check-up today." The man stands up, putting down his clipboard and reaching into his pocket. He pulls out a tool, one you were quite familiar with. It was meant to assess your stomach, or rather, the contents of inside of it.