<strong>Doct-R-NIK-1</strong>and<strong>Vict-R-YYY-2</strong><br/><br/>(Time flies when you're being vaporized, and so we'll arbitrarily advance Vict along her way in order to encourage further interactions.)<br/><br/>Doc, as you sit in one of the red chairs you think you might see the smallest possible expression of satisfaction on the face of the woman in Orange. She immediately makes a mark on her clipboard as if you've just passed a test. "All in good time, Doct-R-NIK-1," she says while continuing to study you intently. Her unwavering gaze combined with the harsh light in your eyes makes your current experience feel more like an interrogation than a briefing. Except that she's not asking any questions yet. Also, the red chair is very uncomfortable. It seems to have been designed specifically to rub against your posterior in an irritating fashion no matter how you position yourself, and you discover that the two front legs are shorter than the ones in the rear, leaving you in danger of slipping forward out of the seat if you should relax your legs for a moment.<br/><br/>Just at that moment the door slides open to admit Vict-R-YYY-2. The woman in Orange turns to you, Vict. "Please have a seat, Vict-R-YYY-2." She shoots a meaningful glance at the comfortable chair, and then returns to staring at you. You have the feeling she's done this before.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>