The project explained

You looked at the kit laid out in front of you on the table, each package was labeled with a number and corresponding code you were to scan every day and input both the vial used and a blood sample at the morning and night injection cycles. It was very elaborately laid out but the premise was pretty simple: every morning you would draw a vial of your blood before the first injection. Then the daily activities would take place and then, before bed, you would inject the second vial for that day after drawing more blood and the cycle would repeat.

Each day would be a different type of injection, represented by a color-coded liquid. In real studies, it would be a blind field test but since you were on an accelerated course of treatment and to test out a regiment used for 4-B transformations, each code was punched into your phone and you would be able to read what it did. The caveat, though, was that the information would be relayed to you only after you scanned in the code. That code, of course, was only scannable once you finished injecting yourself.

In other words, you might as well be playing roulette by the way you had to make your choice.

The method of injecting was also crude. The Hypo-pen looked like a medieval **** device meant to extract painful confessions of witchcraft and sorcery. Ten needles, all meant to rapid inject and pump in the contents of the vial into your body and with rapid cauterization feature, the marks would be otherwise unnoticeable. Painfully precise equipment, rightfully dreadful in any other means, there was only one way and one location to ensure that it would get there. You had to inject it right at the base of the male genitalia. No way around it, you had to jab yourself two times a day, 10 needles each time, for a week. That was 140 needle jabs right at the base of your cock.

Lovely.

You sat there for another 20 minutes, looking at the contents of package one and the two vials marked "X1" and "G1". X1 was a purple vial that bore the marks for the psych team. G1 was a green vial that bore the marks of the genetics group. Either would be very eager to get his results, especially since the two seemed to be in direct competition with each other and the effects of the first would undoubtedly render the second less profitable.

Sometimes being a corporate hack really did leave a sour taste in your mouth.