Dr. Samantha

The details are hazy, it all happened so fast. A sign at the bus stop, a phone call, and just a short while later, you were brought to an unmarked door on a side street in a part of town you usually avoid. There was no receptionist, just a woman in a tight lab coat with a long ponytail, and a plain nametag that read "Dr. Samantha". She handed you a clipboard and pen to fill out a suspicious-looking questionnaire. "Tests last a minimum total of four hours. There's three categories. The more you test with, the more you get paid." she explained, patronizingly. Once you gave it back, she motioned for you to follow her.

After that came a winding series of hallways. Completely disoriented, it made you an easy target to get locked into the Test Chamber: a large, sterile room, featuring a medical bed, a cabinet, a chair with a dozen kinds of straps, and an array of strange devices. Some of them were confusing, but others had a very obvious purpose.

She grabbed you by the arm and brought you to the chair. Before you knew it, you're strapped down, barely able to move. She barely glanced in your direction as she said, flatly, "There. Your four-hour minimum testing period has officially begun. Let's see how long you last." She squints at the various pieces of equipment thoughtfully. "Now, no time to waste. Let's start with something that even you should be able to manage."