"That computer isn't what I'm referring to," Mertens said, stepping up to a datapad next to the window and pressing a series of buttons. The room beyond lit up, revealing three chairs side by side, above which hung helmets attached to the ceiling above. "This technology is, to the best of my knowledge, unique. We aren't sure of its origins, but it is called Enigma, it accesses your memories and plays them back to you. It's so advanced even military-grade psychic shielding is no defence against it."<br/><br/>"They're right," Tim said. "Why us? There's got to be at least 400 prisoners here, you could've picked ANY of them."<br/><br/>"When you run a lab here you have a LOT of free time," Mertens replied. "Plenty SAY they're innocent, but you three are the only ones who I suspect may genuinely be victims of miscarriages of justice. I can't force you to take part, but if you do so and I'm wrong nothing will change."