Lambda wasn’t exactly how you expected to spend your life outside of the orphanage. Not in anyone’s wildest imaginations could they have thought about anything like it. When you found out you were getting adopted, you expected a nice, loving family. But instead you were stuck in a laboratory and getting tested on. Despite everything, you got used to it quickly.

The day consisted of tests, treatments, more treatments, then more tests. Luckily, they occasionally let you interact with the other patients. They did it as a way to monitor your progression and see if any aggression had developed as a side effect.

You made some friends too during these interactions. Norman, Vincent, Barbara, Cislo, they even made you interact with Zazie a few times. It was nice, yet you had grown a particularly close connection with Norman.

He was sweet and made sure to make you laugh. He did with everyone in Lambda, even if he was getting more quiet and closed off day by day. He cared for the farm children and those in Lambda like no other. It was a nice feeling.

Eventually, the testing and treatments got harsher. You began coughing up blood and having excruciating migraines every once in a while. You had asked Norman about it and he said that everyone had them, it was just your turn to begin.

As you laid in the cold bed of your room, Norman peaked his head up to the grates of the window connecting the rooms. He spoke in his friendly voice he always used with you and asked. “What are you doing?”