I strode a few feet into the room and observed the man sitting at a desk. There was an examination table along one wall but it looked more like an office. Assuming a stony and unaffected stance I waited.

"Fang, right? Suits you."

"Yes and 'Single Stalk of Bleached Wheat' would suit you too, although it is rather long… how about Stalky" I retorted in a patronizing tone.

He gestured for me to sit down, instead I leaned over the back of the chair menacingly. He returned my gaze, I have to give him credit for that, actually.

He proceded to ask many questions like the Gasman and Angel had said, boring easy questions that I answered on autopilot. Bored already I analyzed the room: no baseboards, a vent on the wall near the ceiling, no windows, lights poorly imitating sunlight but that kind of door that can withstand fire and flooding on a cruise liner was missing. The room offered no escape, but no protection either. I could get out in 3 seconds tops if I wanted. Beyond that I don't know yet but still it was nice to know.

"Fang. Fang I'm about to explain more what is about to happen. I need you to focus now" I brought my attention back to the guy. He really didn't look like he ever left this artificial little office. I quirked an eyebrow, not deeming to answer further.

"I will be blunt here," Stalky began, "I know you won't like it but let me finish before saying anything. They want their prime experiments- the human- avian recombinants to produce offspring."

I nearly gaped at him but I'm pretty sure I managed to keep up a decent facade. Inside I thought wildly… why would he be telling me this. God, I'm not stupid, but no. Please no. No. No. No.

"I am guessing you already figured it out but they want you and Maximum to have sexual intercourse and produce offspring. A child. This is of course if your interesting DNA combination will allow it. But they believe it is entirely possible even likely. The others are much too young apart from Iggy. From what they know and any information they have gathered, you two are at the start of your sexual primes, raging hormones and all that-"

" 'They,' " I interrupted, "you keep saying 'they'. Not 'we' or taking credit with 'I'. Why?"

He paused and gave me a deep look suddenly looking a lot older. Look, Fang, I know you have no reason to trust me so I won't ask you to. But do listen. Not everyone here is bad. Most are and most are corrupt and true evil exists along with the few scientific miracles here. I am stuck here. This is actually one of the only unbugged offices, quite a blessing, really.

"I suppose you already know how terrible Itex is, you're not an imbecile." He seemed to be waiting for some response from me. Finally he gathered his thoughts. "As uncomfortable as this will likely be, here goes nothing."

He proceded to explain how to pleasure Max- My Max. "Fine. Fine, that's all well and good but I'm not having sex with Max." I mean I love her but- wait don't go there.

He sighed. Stalky sure is good at sighing. "If you resist or they grow impatient and don't see her getting pregnant, they'll just take the needed ingredients and do it artificially." I could practically feel the gears in my head grinding but no solutions arose.

Stalky the sighing Whitecoat- yes I still consider this guy a whitecoat- finished up the excruciatingly awkward description of how to know when she was ready and all that. I did NOT need that.

How in the heck are we getting out of this one? I sure hope Max has some ideas. Actually I am surprised I haven't heard any blood curdling screams or people rushing to save one of their own assuming Max was having a similar conversation.