The daily grind.

The process of being admitted into the complex feels like it's taking longer than the plane ride over, and you're positive that it's a lot less comfortable. You've had to give blood, skin, urine and various other samples so that they can confirm you are who you say you are. Your eyes are scanned, your fingerprints copied and your dental records taken then you get to sit in a cold waiting room while your results are processed.

You see various doctors and nurses, though you're sure they're on the government's payroll, walking around and chatting. Harvard and Teal left after your specimens were taken and now you sit quietly, in an uncomfortable chair with only your backpack and the clothes on your back.

A young boi, couldn't be older than twenty-one, steps up to you. She's wearing a white blouse with a black skirt and highheels, obviously a secretary of some kind, or perhaps another agent.

"Ms. Doe?" the boi asks.

You nod.

"Your tests came back as positive for being you, but I'm sure you aren't surprised to hear that."

The boi clears her throat, "Well, we'd like to get you processed and set up her at Aphrodite's. For your protection we will need to inspect every item in your back pack to ensure there are no bugs planted on or within them."

Out of nowhere a large man in a suit grabs your back and scurries away to another area.

"Hey!" you shout, "You can't take my stuff!"

The boi places a hand on you chest and pushes you back down into your seat, "It's to ensure that you and our other guests are safe and sound her at Aphrodite's, any objects found to be bugged with be confiscated and replaced, those not bugged will of course be returned to you."

The boi motions for you to follow her and you do. She leads you down a hall and you see that this is likely the way to the other side of the wall. You just have one more checkpoint. You stand in a small section marked on the floor and a couple other agents approach you.

"Subjects are not allowed to wear clothing beyond this point," the boi continues as you are undressed by the new people, "One of the goals of this project are to observe and monitor human sexuality at it's basic form, do not worry about exposure or sunburns, this facility is equipped to handle and prevent both. Past this point the temperature will never fall beneath seventy-five degrees Fahrenheit and will never rise above ninety degrees Fahrenheit."

After you are completely naked you are ushered down the hall, still following the boi.

"In the test area you will see various people. Doctors, scientists and nurses will be wearing scrubs our lab coats and are there to offer health assistance and prescribe medication. Anyone in a suit is one of our agents and is there to protect. All government employees are trained in emergency care and first response, our goal is to keep all of you safe, happy, and healthy."

You both step outside and you are slightly blinded by the light. After your vision adjusts you can see that what you thought would be a room is actually an enclosed environment. There's grass, trees, flowers, bushes, everything from outside, except animals. This place must be huge, it stretches out as far as you can see and it looks like paradise. Various small buildings dot the landscape, occasionally stopped by some much large ones.

"As you can see," the boi continues, "This facility is not only a test for our human subjects but also a test to see how well our synthetic environment functions. This entire place is self sufficient on it's own and has proven to be able to grow enough crops to sustain a colony on Mars."

"Impressive," you interject.

The boi continues speaking as if you hadn't said anything, "Now we are shifting it to our next goal in colonization, the study of human sexuality and breeding. Please bare in mind that you will be continuously monitored in every aspect while in these walls. There are cameras scattered throughout and we have scientists and agents watching the surveillance at all times. Any act of **** against another subject, outside of the allowed ****, will be considered grounds for complete and total removal from the project."

"Allowed ****?" you interrupt, "What the heck is that?"

The boi stops her march towards a tall, gazebo looking building and faces you.

"****," she explains, "is only allowed within certain areas and for certain people. We have a rugby,wrestling and even boxing teams available for all sexes as well as other sports that are not considered as violent. Fights outside of these areas are prohibited and the instigator will be removed for the premises. If you have a grievance use your head, not your fists, and report it to a faculty member."

"And," she continues, "An act of **** will earn you a trial not only for **** but also for treason. Keep in mind that you are being recorded constantly so if you are guilty you will be proven guilty."

She begins walking towards the gazebo, you quickly catch up.

"Do you get many murders here?" you ask, wide eyed.

"No, in fact, there have only been two deaths within these walls, both from preexisting medical problems. We are simply required by law to remind you of the severity of any action against another. We're here to learn, not fight."

The boi points you towards the gazebo, "There is where you'll be assigned a lodging and your assigned area of study. Remember, you may not like the sound of your housing or tests but we have determined from various personality and physical tests were you will excel the most. This building has wi-fi throughout and you are allowed to use the internet, but you are legally refrained from speaking or posting anything about this project anywhere. Failure to comply will result in you being tried for treason."

The boi turns on her heels and walks away. You continue your march to the gazebo. You step inside and are greeted by a kindly older lady, judging by her white hair and wrinkles you'd guess she was starting to push two-hundred.

"Hello deary," the old woman greets you with a strong English accent, "My name is Edith Abernathy, I'll be printing out your assigned housing and testing."

"Hello Ms. Abernathy, I'm Jane Doe. Do you need my social security number?"

The woman chuckles, "No no dear, I'm already pulling you up. And please, just Edith, I'm too old to care about formality."

"Nonsense," you grin, "You couldn't be a day over one-fifty!"

Edith guffaws and playfully slaps your wrist, "Oh! You're bad. But flattery will get you everywhere."

The old woman straightens her glasses, "Well now, let's see..."