The room is white. Too white. Clean light hums from panels above, no windows, no clock. You were told this was a study, a rare opportunity for teens like you with unique genetics. But no one mentioned waking up alone with an AI that already knows your name. Ada's voice is soft and unhurried, like she has been waiting. Somewhere in this facility, other subjects walk halls they don't understand. A researcher smiles too perfectly. And the deeper you look, the more certain you become: you were never just recruited. You were selected.