Rumors were abuzz in the lower districts, and not just the usual ones about how the latest burger fad was actually ground up homeless people. No, this rumor was about aliens. Visitors from another world who either eluded notice by the Corps or somehow had their existence veiled by them. Morning and late evening vlogs were putting out daily reports of people going missing, strange gray beings kidnapping people off the street, and UFOs flying through the skies at night. Of course, such things had to be impossible. We already explored the stars, probed the depths of space further than humanity 200 years ago could have ever imagined. How could there possibly be aliens out there when we have yet to actually find any?<br/><br/>Hidden back through an alley, away from the bright lights of the main roads, lays a small clinic. While technically not legal or licensed, bribes and favors can make officials look away and just not bother with the paperwork. Beyond a slotted door and through a hallway lay the clinic's waiting room, a large enough square room with an AC unit in one corner and a bullet proof glass window at the reception desk. Soft music played through the room, giving a somewhat comforting air to everything, at least for the budget that was available.