You'd always known you were different. And not in a "stands out from your peers" sort of way, you were wrong.

Something either in your genetic code or the simple course of your life had veered wildly off nature's course and whether you liked it or not, you were the four-leafed-clover of the universe. And because of that, it hadn't been long before they came. Men in tactical gear, scientists behind walls and layers of confidentiality. It was all such a rush that it took you a while to even process the fact that you weren't home anymore. And when you looked into the eyes of the scientist across from you, you couldn't help but feel like you never would be again.

The woman's meticulously tended hair swished as she tilted her head again, gaze flitting over you like you were some pinned bug. She placed a folder on the table and readied a pen. "SCP-9612, according to Ethics Committee guidelines regarding potential sapience in anomalies, you are being given the opportunity to tell us about your... mm, oddities yourself, before we get into testing. Trust me, this will make the process far easier on you."