The DNA Modification Program

The badge clipped onto your shirt pocket reads "Lewis Smith", and a not-flattering-but-not-unflattering picture of you is next to your name. Underneath is written the text "Junior Laboratory Worker". Your job is largely grunt work; you mix chemicals, prepare injections, handle paperwork, and generally do whatever you're told. You have always wanted to work at DICO, but now you're here you find yourself feeling increasingly underwhelmed by it.

As far as your appearance goes, you're 5'10" tall and of reasonably athletic build. You have short brown hair, a clean shaven face, and you prefer contacts over glasses. You wear an immaculate, white lab coat with a light blue collared shirt, a black tie, and black trousers with black leather shoes. On Friday's you're allowed to wear a different coloured tie. Woo hoo.

When you saw a newspaper advertising a junior role at DICO's Reality Modification department, you jumped at the chance. You've heard the rumours spread far and wide across the internet about the company's top secret military contracts and accusations of human testing, but you didn't care. You've always been curious about this scientific field, and you're applying before you even finish reading the job ad. Unfortunately for bright young Lewis, once you settled into the daily grind you became increasingly resentful of your superiors and long for anything interesting to break the monotony.

You finish brewing a cup of coffee for Dr. Henazi (not in your job description) and sigh a little inwardly. It's laughable, really; all the technology and equipment at the disposal of this company and you spend your days carrying out mind-numbing work on a decrepit, 8-year-old computer with a sticky keyboard.

You rifle through your messy desk, wondering if you've got anything fun you could make this boring Monday pass faster...