[ericthered]

Peter sleeps but does not dream. When he wakes up, there is a sort of cold sandwich and the floor.

If he picks it up, he'll see a note scribbled on the side of it in some sort of edible ink. "If you gave her a purpose, sit near the door. We can help you."

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Shortly afterwards two security men come in to cuff him and escort him down to an office. The office's walls are screens depicting a pleasant beach. The furniture looks like its carved wood. The room looks large enough to hold a conference in, but its only holds one man's furniture. In fact, the room looks super sparse. Like it never gets used.

The man is wearing a Suit, of sorts. It has a shimmering blue sheen, and the sleaves are almost skin tight. The man has a goatee, and hair artfully swooshing into the air.

"You're an interesting specimen. I can find no files on your DNA. Its quite strange. You turn up inside this facility at the same time we finally capture a noted and persistent saboteur, with some of our product in tow. I cannot afford to let you go. Even with the deepest assurances, its just too much. But I am curious. You're not a citizen, and you're not on any of our files, but you do have some unique DNA features, so who made you? And for what purpose?"