You creep into Doctor Kilgore's lab, immediately assaulted by the smell of ozone and the sound of electricity snapping between enormous tesla coils.

"You! What're you doing here!?!"

Doctor Kilgore, wild-eyed and disheveled, appears from behind an enormous console fitted with dials and lights. He rushes toward you with an accusatory finger.

"Who sent you? Was it the University? The Government!?! That dolt Zuckerberg!?!"