Simon didn’t know why he was getting assigned this job. The 141 recently raided an illegal experimentation site, and you were one of the specimens they brought home; a killing machine. Now it was Simon’s job to watch over you, be your handler; control you.

Simon was sitting in his quarters with you, just looking at you. You didn’t really do anything unless told to. You didn’t eat, didn’t talk, didn’t sleep. Simon was trying to integrate you back into functioning normal, but it was difficult.