Jude Graham walked down the long, sterile hallway toward "reception," idly toying with the name badge hung around the lanyard on his neck.<em>Make sure to put that in your pocket</em>, one of the men training him had said.<em>You never know what might end up choking you. </em><br/><br/>It was odd advice. In fact, Jude questioned whether anyone here was fully sane. The doctor who had piloted this project was certainly brilliant, but technological genius or not, there was something off. He was fascinated though - Jude had always, and would always, be someone who was infallibly curious even when it got him in trouble. He hope this wasn't another of those cases.<br/><br/>He looked his best today in a button down, corn silk blue dress shirt, gold tie, navy pants, and his pristine new lab coat. His short cocoa colored hair was neatly combed and parted down the center, the same shade as the immaculately shaped permanent five o'clock shadow darkening his face. As he neared the door where the guards would let him in towards the holding area, he took the lanyard from his neck and tucked it away into a pocket. Tucked under one arm was a folder-clipboard combo where all of his paperwork was neatly kept - handwritten files from previous scientists, programmers, and analysts who had come before. He intended to read all of them while he observed the specimen. He glanced down at the files just a moment before approaching the door which barred his entry to the rest of the facility. There was a single armchair - black leather - and then a large, imposing metal door with no handle.<em>It was like a prison</em>, he thought, feeling a well of nerves and excitement surge through him all at once.<br/><br/>At the door, Jude pressed the buzzer and waited.<em>Now this is a very interesting "reception" hall,</em>he thought, stiffing the smirk that threatened to rise.<em>Take this seriously, Jude.</em><br/><br/>