Cindy Marsh arrived at a plain white building at six on a sun bright morning. Six on the dot. She wore a plain purple tee, denim jeans, a small cream purse and sandals as she rolled her suitcase behind her. She was told that she could dress however she wanted and could bring as many clothes as she would need for six months. That's is how long the experiment would be, six months.
It kind of made her nervous thinking about it, but she did sign up for it. Not only out of curiosity, but for the sheer interest of meeting the one in charge of the experiment. A neon blue sign stared back at her on the right side of the door. It read E.T Lab Works.
Running her fingers through her silken blonde hair she paused to think if she really wanted to go through with this. Cindy had first heard of the experiment from her friend Darla Stewart. Darla was a very sexual person who had been selected to join in on this special project.
All that was required was that she brought enough clothing for six months and her time. Darla came back completely relaxed and nearly catatonic from what she called the best thing she ever had in her life. She practically shoved Cindy at the opportunity to sign up. It was after all a sex experiment and Cindy hadn't been active in over year.
Cindy did miss the touch of a man, but she was okay with biding her time until the right one came along. The sex part wasn't what drew her in, it was the two men running the labs. They weren't technically men, they were aliens, extraterrestrials.
At first this seemed like a joke to Cindy who had heard rumors from several crackpots about aliens beaming down, showing up in corn fields, abducting news reporters, probing the weak minded humans for information. All the usual crap.
Darla may have been a little explicit, but she never lied to Cindy. Even when she did something crappy like stealing a guy Cindy liked in high school or flirting with her new boss, she admitted to all. Cindy admired the fact that Darla could be so open and honest about her wrong doings, and it's what kept them from falling out as friends over the years.
But when Darla said that there were two aliens working on a super special sex project downtown, something that only those who were selected from the online registry knew about, it seemed like a lie.
The registry was like any online registration form, a doctor form basically, age, height, weight, allergies, and so on. There was also a list of sexual experiences that they had endured, if she worked, if she was single, if she ever caught an std...it was extensive.
A week after Cindy registered she was sent an email from etlabwrks.org. She had been accepted as a test subject and was expected to report to their lab in four weeks. Darla informed her green eyed friend that she was much delighted to work with Dr. Haze, and was hoping Cindy had got him too. But of course it would be a fifty fifty chance that she did, a flip of the coin.
But Cindy had gotten the email from the other doctor working the lab, a Dr. Spence Cary. Why would an alien go by the name Spence Cary? It didn't seem like an alien name, or a name an alien would willingly choose. But none of that mattered now, she was already on her way inside the bleached building.
The inside was just as white. It was sort of plain to look at, white paten leather couches sitting in the center of the room opposite of one another. Down the small space between the two couches was a glass coffee table with a small potted plant sitting in the center. The plant was yellow, the only speck of color throughout the room. Everything else was either snow white or transparent.
In front of the was a desk where one person sat, a woman. She was pale with hazel eyes, black choppy hair, wearing a clean eggshell colored peplum dress and thick white rimmed glasses. The entire room was void of any other presence besides Cindy and the receptionist.
"Oh, are you here for an appointment?" The woman looked up, smiling. Was she an alien too? Or was this all an elaborate hoax? Cindy rubbed her arm hard just to make sure she was still here.
"Um yes, I have an appointment with Dr. Spence Cary. My name is-
"Cindy Marsh." The receptionist nodded as if on command "You are his only appointment until the experiment is over. He doesn't get many patients...or willing participants. Not as much as Dr. Haze, he's highly favored."
Cindy just blinked at the woman, unsure of what to say.
"Alright, I will need identification, a driver's license will do." Cindy dug into her bag, pulling out her Id and handing it straight over to the receptionist, her name tag read Sadie.
Sadie placed the id in a scanner that was next to her computer mouse, ran it through watching the green lights pop up verifying Cindy was who she said she was. Then there was the typing. ClickClickClickClickClickClickClickClick...Click. Sadie handed Cindy her id back and moved her mouse a few times before looking up at her.
"You are good to go. Everything is in order, you can leave your bag down here, someone will take care of it's contents for you."
"Um, okay." Cindy hesitantly leaned her roll on against the front of the desk.
"Take elevator A to your left, press the number 2. Floor 2 belongs to Dr. Cary, floor 3 belongs to Dr. Haze, floor 1 is where all the data is sent and typed, printed, written out. And here is the basement floor. I'm telling you this specifically so that you know which floor is which and which you are required to be on."
Cindy nodded, it didn't seem that hard to understand how to count from 1 to 2 to 3 and back down again.
"Elevator B takes you directly up to the office. But for now we wish for you to get settled, understand how and where you'll be staying, where the office and bathrooms are, where you can go and where you can't. Elevator A will take you up to your private room where you'll be staying in during your stay here."
"So I just go up and...do what exactly?" Cindy asked.
"Oh, you wait for the doctor to arrive."
"Not the nurse?"
"We have no nurses here Miss Marsh." Sadie smiled "Everything beyond this point will be in the hands of Dr. Cary. He's usually very punctual."
Cindy was still unsure about this whole thing, was he a doctor or a scientist? An alien or a pretender? The only thing alien seemed to be the whiteout that she and Sadie were standing in.
"He's a very respectable man, very nice. There's nothing to be afraid of, I assure you." Sadie gave a chesire wide grin to comfort her, but Cindy wasn't buying it.
Unless Sadie had gone through with the lab then her assurances were as good as shit. But Cindy came here of her own free will, from a tip from her best friend who was trustworthy. Cindy gave a curt nod and headed towards elevator A.
It opened in ten seconds, inside was not white. It was a silvery steel that reflected Cindy's visage. She did as Sadie instructed once inside and pressed the number 2 button. Once she felt herself arrived, Cindy rubbed her arm again.
The doors parted and all the white and silver evaporated in an instance. The walls were a gentle mint with pale pink flowers lining the walls as a border, the floor was a glossy cedar. The bed was a king size gold and cream canopy, beside it was a small end table with a pulsating orb. The orb, Cindy guessed, was supposed to be some type of lamp.
There was a desk in the left hand corner, a small brown sofa in the right without a back, there was a door near the bed to the left for the bathroom, a door in the center of the wall across from the bed seemed to lead outside to a balcony. Then there was a door to the right behind the bed on the right side of the wall which was a large scale closet, much larger than what Cindy was used too. And there was a forth door on the right side a few feet away from the closet.
