Naomi Black was separated from her mother at a relatively young age. She remembers nearly nothing from her past. All she remembers is watching her mother fight to save her precious little baby from being taken away from her. At first, she was scared and confused as to why she was taken away from her mother so abruptly, but the doctors and workers there told her that it was because she was special. She remembers the day as if it were just a few minutes ago.

She woke up in a strange room she had never seen before. It was almost as big as her bedroom back home, but it was much barer. There was a single bed in the right corner and a small dresser in the opposite corner. The floors were cold, hard linoleum. The wall in front of her was a giant mirror. If she went up to it and cupped her hands by her eyes, she could sometimes see other people on the other side, watching her and taking notes. But when she did, do that, someone would come in and scold her, telling her that she is to never do that under any circumstances. In the middle of the wall behind her, there was a large metal door that she learned to hate. The sound of it sliding open scared her. She always had a deep fear that it would never open again because it was so heavy. Overall, the room reminded her of a hospital.

Once she gained consciousness, an older woman rushed in to her side, holding a clipboard and a brief case. She looked like a business woman. She wore a blazer and slacks, her hair was cut and combed back, and she had a serious look on her face all of the time.

"Good afternoon. Please lift your right hand for me, darling." Confused, she complied. "Now the other?" she did the same. "Can you try to sit up for me?" She did as she was told. "Good. Now how old are you?"

"Six."

"What is your name?"

"My name is…Naomi." The older woman scribbled something on the clipboard that rested in the crook of her left arm. After what felt like forever, she finally let it drop on her lap.

"Good afternoon, Naomi. My name is Genevieve Aristide. I am president of Armacham Technologies, which is your new home." Everything she was saying to Naomi was going into one ear and out the other. "We are destined to do great things together, my darling. But for now, please explore your new room." With that, she was gone. Naomi just stood there, confused and naïve to everything that was going on. She climbed out of her cot and was surprised to see herself in a hospital type gown. She staggered when she first got up, wondering how long she had been asleep. Once she regained her balance, she began to finally get use to her surroundings. Her first victim was to be the small dresser.

She curiously dragged her feet over towards the dresser in the corner of the room. She opened up every drawer, trying to find something interesting, but to no avail. Every drawer contained identical hospital gowns to the one she was wearing right now. Losing hope, she finally opened the bottom drawer. To her surprise, it did not contain bland hospital gowns. This drawer had a stack of printer paper and a giant box of crayons. Delighted, she hastily grabbed the stack of paper and the crayons, sloppily plopped it down on the hard linoleum floor and began to scribble. She carefully began to trace a sloppy but quaint rainbow onto the page. She loved drawing. It took her away from reality. All she had to do was make up her own world and put it onto paper and, just like that, she was anywhere and anyone she wanted to be.

Four pictures later, she got bored and left her workstation, not bothering to clean up her mess. She sighed and looked all over the room, searching for something to do. She walked over to her cot. It wasn't impressive by any means. The mattress was thin, the blankets didn't do their job well and the innersprings were hard and uncomfortable. The worst part about it was the IV stand next to it. She hated needles and prayed that she would never have to use that device. Finally deciding that it was a good idea and that nobody was watching, she climbed onto her bed and began to jump as high as she could. She wanted to see if she could touch the high ceiling. She lifted her arm as high as she could as she prepared to jump. With every jump, she got a little bit higher. With incredible focus and unbreakable determination, the tips of her middle finger finally brushed against the ceiling. Feeling a sense of accomplishment, she jumped off of the bed. She looked around her new room once again. She was really grasping at straws now. She looked over to the mirror that was basically her entire back wall. She skipped her way over to it, wondering what fun it could bring her way. At first, she simply stood in front of it, examining it for uses and purposes. She knocked on it a few times and then began to have fun. She began to pull funny faces, the best ones she could muster. Occasionally, she would stop to have a good laugh at herself and then continue to pull faces.

On the other side on the one way mirror stood Genevieve, two Armacham officers and a man in a white lab coat with the Armacham logo on the left breast. His thick glasses rested on the bridge of his nose and under his nose laid a thick, brown mustache. Genevieve looked over to him. He was watching this strange, young girl make faces in the mirror skeptically. Genevieve scowled. Naomi was ruining this. The man known as Harlan Wade motioned to a man behind a video camera pointed towards the subject who then stopped recording.

"And you are sure that she is the perfect candidate?" he asked skeptically as he watched her skip back to her drawings.

"You've seen her charts. Her psychic abilities are off the charts. She is the only clear candidate for the job."

"I don't know, Genevieve. I worry about Alma. What if she-"

"No, Harlan. I will hear no more of Alma. She is in the past. We do not; we cannot let her hamper our progress." Harlan stood there silently, still watching Naomi intently.

"When do we introduce her to Paxton?"

"As soon as possible. Their bond will be stronger if we introduce them early. We will discuss breeding later." Without another word, Genevieve left with the two men. Harlan pinched the bridge of his nose. After what happened with Alma, he did not like where this is going.