She was a thin figure in an outfit of a stained white tank-top and blue pants that were two sizes too big. She was doing what most of the creatures like her do, cowering, staring at the door, waiting for a white coat to come in and pull you out of your cage and haul you out to a test course, or an examination room, or the ‘shower’. None of them were promising. She curled her legs underneath herself staring at the gray slurry that was supposed to be her food, it tasted horrible, but when it’s the only thing keeping you alive, you learn to like it. She poked at it with the plastic spoon, she still felt queasy from the new pills they had given her this morning so it was just amusement for now. She watched as the dent she made with the spoon merged together as if there’d never been an indent. She heard the sharp click of shoes against linoleum and quickly tossed her spoon down and curled herself into the corner of her cage, watching the door, waiting for one of them to come in and take one of her roommates.