The Facility. Over 1200 floors of technological achievements, all condensed within 100 square miles. The enigmatic building’s properties seem to be partially lost on even the most intellectual researches within. Even the artificially intelligent Server isn’t connected to all of the floors! The one behind it all; Cheryl Wimley. Being an employee, you’re not really sure why creating a YouTube channel for an awkward, balding humanoid robot funds interplanetary research, but it was her system.

Within one of the “set” rooms, a blank room with a brown carpet and two lights; a pink on left and blue on right, Cheryl paced around, holding a phone to her ear with her shoulder.

…Mhm. Well, if you need to be constantly reminded of what a quantum superposition is, I might have to keep you away from the- What was that? Uh-huh. You’re going to be escorted and memory wiped anyway, so-

She’s cut off by the other end hanging up. Brighter candidates… She sees you approach her.

Oh, hello. These are unusual parameters for… most employees. Did you need my help?