Your foundation-supplied plastic slippers click as you transition from the carpet of the lobby to tiled floor. Above is a half-storey supported by pillars, where people are hunched over taking written exams. Below is a gym; people running on treadmills hooked up to oxygen masks, lifting weights, etc. People are everywhere, but it's not crowded. This place is too big to be.

Your examiner next to you smiles at your staring. "Welcome to the Superhuman Resources foundation, I suppose."