The Science Center at Cape Kore Network

[The view is just of white and flickering glimpses of the same stainless steel furniture at first, as if someone just dropped the phone on the floor -- ohwait. There's a hand, and some fingers pushing at the screen and muted curses, and then a face wayyyy too close to the camera. When it pulls back, there's a boy that can't be older than his late teens frowning.

He taps the screen.]

Is this thing on? Well, fuck it. Whatever. If you can hear this, then-- Shit, I dunno. Say something cute, sing me a line from your favorite song, or whatever it is kids do for kicks here.

[There's a shrug of his shoulders, and people don't understand how grateful they should be that he found clothes first. He's dressed in whatever he pulled out of the dresser, instead of just his boxers. He's hurt and confused and the pain is still raw on his face, in his slightly red eyes, even as he tries to play it off.]

So, what the fuck is this place, anyway? Some new, extra-fucked-up wing of the Godfrey Institute? Or is this some new brand of horror because life just doesn't suck enough? By the way-- yeah, I got the stalker-date love message: I'm still just not that into you.

So, right, anyway. Does anyone out there- if there is anyone out there- want to explain just what the fuck this place is and why I'm here?

[There's a pause.]

I don't like how this place smells.