"Here are the studies you wanted, Doctor."<br/><br/>Having closed her eyes for a few minutes, Metis raised her head from her desk and squinted at the pile of papers in the researcher's hands. She mummbled and took the pile, setting it aside to sort through later. Metis had been working all night; compiling new data sheets for the latest test outcomes. The newest test had even less success. Her subjects were becoming even more tired and lackluster. The leader of her facility promised a new subject; a spirited rebel, freshly caught by the institute. The rebel was scheduled to arrive to day.<br/><br/>She refilled her coffee cup and stuffed her mouth with chewy sweets as she tried to take in her blurry surroundings. Feeling along her desk, she riffled through the papers for her glasses. The thick rimmed glasses hid beneath a pile of empty candy packets and energy drink cans. Slowly blinking, she readjusted to her clearer vision.<br/><br/>Metis read over the rebel's file once again. The first drug would be administered after lunch once the rebel is secured in her cell. She was deparate for some fresh results. Her supervisor; the general, was hounding her for advancements on the drug. The longer she took, the more privileges that are taken away from her. Due to her ability at mastery; she lived and breathed her research. As soon as the progress slowed down, her English tutor was let go and eventually her sketchpads were taken away. However, Metis had forgotten the pleasure of drawing, the long hours of sketching to calm herself of a evening were now gone. Neither did she miss English, her favourite subject. Her favourite novels vanished from her memory like sandcastles washed away by the tide. Her detoriating memory made her docile and easy to control.<br/><br/>Sliding back down into her swivel chair, Metis combed her hair with her fingers and tightened the elastic hair tie. She had been growing her hair out for a while now; she couldn't remember when she decided, and it grew into a nest of frizz and tangles from the lack of care. Beauty routines were non-existent in Metis' world.<br/><br/>A researcher rushed in: "Ummm, doctor, the subject has arrived already and she's... rather hostile. Is there anyway we can administer the drug early?"<br/><br/>Metis sighed and fiddled with the corner of the case file. She wasn't too eager to fight with a hostile. Dazily yawning as she stood, stretching her limbs - stiff from a night hunched over a desk.<br/><br/>"I'll be right there," she replied. "Call the nurse."