A machine

You see what looks like a human-sized iPod, complete with arms, legs and feminine curves. It shines a beam of light on both of you.

"SCANNING. TESTICULUS CREPITUS DETECTED."

Sheila gives it a small flashdrive. It grabs it delicately, inserting it into it's own hand.

"John Doe, WELCOME TO THE FACILITY" it says, in a stilted, robotic voice. It places you in a wheelchair, which is magnetically pulled along the floor.

"KEEP YOUR HANDS AND LEGS INSIDE THE WHEELCHAIR", it says. The wheelchair gains speed, zooming around this odd building. You don't see any other humans within it.

Suddenly, the wheelchair stops, and then goes into a white chamber. The room is a mathematically perfect cube, with white cushioning on the floor, and glass walls all around. You actually see doctors and scientists outside of the room.

Robotic claws, attached to the floor carry you from your wheelchair. You're too weak to stop them. They pull off your clothes until you're completely naked. A female scientist with her hair in a bun is taking notes on a clipboard outside.

"Hello" you say.

She looks up at you, and speaks into a microphone.

"Hello, Mr. Doe. We're here to monitor your treatment. We're pleased to announce the full automation of our facilities. You can even volunteer to donate your sperm in exchange for a cash incentive. Is this something you would be interested in?"