… open the pink door.

"You're not actually going to open it, are you?" Jenson’s voice asked over the coms as he watched your video feed, your hand hovering over the door controls.

“Not helping Jenson,” you mutter. Ignoring his question, you swiped the access pad and the door to the abandoned lab slid open with a hiss. The room looked untouched, like it had been locked in a stasis field since the last researchers had left. The walls were lined with gleaming chrome and the smell of sterilized plastic filled the air. You stepped inside, the floor cold beneath your boots, and the door whispered closed behind you, the sound echoing through the corridor.

Rows of pods stretched out before you, each one holding a silent, human-like form, suspended in a gel that glowed faintly with an eerie light. Above each pod, screens flickered with what looked like brainwave readouts… but not like one you’d seen before.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you approached the first pod. The figure within was naked, and you could see the faint outline of breasts and hips, the curve of a waist. As you studied the readings, you realized with a start that the brainwaves were flatlined. These were all empty shell bodies.

"These are live subjects," you murmured into the coms, your voice quivering slightly. “These pods... They look like advanced medical pods for growing clone bodies…”

“There is a VR helm there. You might be able to interface and access the system using it,” Jenson suggests.