Other people had always fascinated Felix. How they all looked different and worked different, despite being from the same species. They were a bit like dogs but uglier. His fascination probably really took hold when one of his friends was in a car accident, they ended up a paraplegic. His focus shifted from just exploring other people to trying to help them. His mind was never very maths or engineering-based but he worked his butt off to pass all his classes and end up with a degree in bioengineering.<br/><br/>Getting into the lab only made his passion more intense. He was finally doing the work he'd dreamed of for years. He was helping people and improving their lives. Now, at twenty-six years old, Felix was working with a team of other bioengineers to develop the most futuristic and innovative prosthetics yet. Their aim wasn't to build prosthetic, but a real limb. They were confident they were on their way to achieving that goal, they just needed to find out if it would actually work on a human. Testing had been approved for the public and a limited number of amputees were allowed to give this baby a whirl. Of course, it wasn't all positives. It was still experimental, there was pretty invasive surgeries and might not even work.<br/><br/>Today was the day they would meet up with their patients for preliminary appointments. They would take measurements and fill out a hell of a lot of surveys. Felix was sat in an office chair at his desk, reading over the file of his little guinea pig. Lesley Hart, limb missing below the elbow. Hands were the hardest part to make work, with all their little joints and the sensitivity most people have in them. At least they wouldn't have to deal with an elbow too.<br/><br/>A face appeared in the doorway looking a little lost, he looked like a Lesley. "Excuse me, you wouldn't be uhh," He looked down at the clipboard even though he already knew the name he was looking for, it was just for effect. "Lesley Hart?" He tried to remain professional but he looked almost desperate for it to be him, he'd feel like an idiot if he got it wrong.