<div align="center">(https://s28.postimg.org/sip7fwmbh/mimicry.jpg)</div><br/>There was an eerie silence in the laboratory tonight, more than usual because of what had transpired the week before. The lights in the control corridor flickered as guards passed by, making them flinch a little. Everyone knew what it contained; a specimen labelled with the highest level of security. The creator of the machine had deemed it indestructible and highly unstable at the meeting, urging it to be carefully monitored but the board members had simply likened his ramblings to that of a madman, rather seeing it as an advancement in technology and a money making opportunity – that was until last week when things took a rough turn. Now, security surrounding that block had been beefed up and there was a higher rotation of guards that patrolled the area.<br/><br/>One of those guards halted midway when he noticed a pattern in the flicker of the lights above. He was aware of the many abilities of the specimen, that was the first training everyone received when they came here,<em>mimicry</em>he recalled, was one of them. Even though he knew there was no direct contact with the specimen, he still feared that<em>‘it’ </em>heard them.<em>The flicker had been mirroring their steps</em>. The man was sharp and noticed it immediately, but<em>there was only one time that could ever happen</em>, he countered with himself,<em>when one stepped over the yellow line</em>outside the door. His eyes followed over to his partner and he slapped at his arm,<strong>“hey, off the line. You know the rules. Come on then, we have to escort this analyst they just hired, can’t be late. This way”</strong>the man shook his head in exasperation at the other before turning him away in the other direction and towards the main reception.<br/><br/>- beep, beep, beep – inside the room the specimen awaited its newest arrival.<br/>