Memory hazy of the past days - the last thing I remember was a strange, erratic man, laughing and talking with such haste and a suspect sweet scent upon a cloth and then.... here I am.

Waking to the brightest of lights piercing into my eyes, with the kiss of cold metal on my bare skin. I look around to see myself in a gloomy basement of sorts, with many surgical tools and multi-coloured serums aligned on a tray. Through an opaque material, a figure is rushing around, clattering metal objects upon glass. "Hello?" No response... Who is this individual?

An overwhelming sensation of alertness keeps coming and going, an almost enjoyable wave of power. My heart throbbing out of control, pulsing throughout my body, breaths racing in and out uncontrollably. Black spots appear in my vision and I vomit on my own face, the warm stench roles down my chin and neck. Choking and spluttering, "What... the he... cough have you done to me?" This time, I have gained the attention of the stranger. They burst through the curtain...

Professor Victor Jameson was busy putting his field records into his archive notes when his first experiment burst through the curtain. The professor smiled, and began to laugh.

"You're alive? YOU'RE ALIVE!!!!!"

The professor began to bellow out throughout the hall. after 10 seconds, he quiets down.

"ahem. Sorry, I've always wanted to do that. I expected you to be out fro another two hours or so, the adrenaline must of kicked in. Please sit down, I'm sure you will have a couple of questions and I want to take a few details from you. you are the first person to wake up."

The professor grabs his notepad

 "so what do you want to know?"

Shocked by this mans antics and bellowing, Pep stumbles over towards him.

"You're an exceptionally strange man...."

Pep falls into a wooden seat, as the nausea is yet to wear off.

"Right, so... who are you and where am I?"

Sweating profusely, Pep reaches out for a cloth to wipe his brow.

"This cannot be normal medical science! You have to explain to me, exactly what has happened to me, because I feel terribly odd... yet so, so alive. You mentioned adrenaline?"

Victor begins to write a couple of notes whilst mumbling to himself. "some short term memory loss, maybe psychosis." 

"My name is Professor Victor Jameson, a former professor at the university of Phoenix. I used to work in the bio-engineering department, which had excellent results in the eugenics department. I hope that is a good enough introduction for you." The professor clears his throat.

"You are in the basement of the The Mystery Machines Headquarters, and will remain here until your vital return to normal. I would like to remind you that this was all covered in the contract that you signed." He points to Pep's trouser pocket. "Now to what is happening to you. Would it scare you to say that I do not know? What about If I say that No one else has stayed alive as long as you have? I Wanted to make the perfect soldier, a man who would put fear into his enemies eyes due to his ruthless efficiency & lack of weakness. I hope that is what you are becoming."