A few yards behind me walked an older man. Older as in, older than me, 30-35 years old. He was a normal looking guy, he actually looked like a professor. He was a professor, actually, in the science department, with an odd obsession.
I was a perfect test subject. Average, normal, no genetic defects. This man did his homework, for this test would indulge his obsession, and bring it to reality.
Everyone just assumed he was a nice professor, who enjoyed spending his time outside walking up and down campus. To prevent people from thinking that he was a pervert, just checking out women, he made sure he spent an equal amount of time walking around campus when no one was there. He kept himself fit, to continue the farce of physical activity being the reason.
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