I looked around the lab, taking note of the slight alterations the doctor had made.  I breifly wondered about the purpose behind them all, no one would be foolish enough to view the modifacation to the atmosphere as anything more then a cherade.  Yet, it did not disturb me in fact I was at my most calm in these cold sterile locales.  To be poked, prodded, and observed was second nature to me, and unlike school and other more social locations the rules were simple.  One was to obey to the best of their capability and allow the Doctor to do what it was she required.<br/><br/>I pulled away from the Major temporarily.<br/><br/>When she spoke I reached into the bag I had been carrying, fingers caressing first over the cover of a glossy magzine, its pages filled with various females in lude and provactive poses.<span class="bbc_u">Thus Spake Zarathustra</span>, was beneath that, and behind that was the<span class="bbc_u">Kama Sutra</span>.  My hand soon came to rest on The Neural Clips, I slipped them in place fastening them to my hair, while letting them rest against my skull.  I could feel a slight tension in my hair, an gentle pulling but that was normal.<br/><br/>My feet soon led me to her, I lifted the sleeve of my shirt exposing my silken smooth arms.  It would not be overly difficult for the woman to find vain as my skin lacked defined pigmentation.<br/><br/><strong>“I am ready...”</strong>I said, then I heard his voice.  He was watching, I felt a hint of anxiety but also a new resolve.  I would do him proud, I had no other choice.<br/><br/><strong>“I am ready...” </strong>I reiterated, breifly turning my gaze to one of the more obvios camera’s and then back to the Doctor.