IN THE TEST-ROOM, the woman asked the question, the reflection of the boy was in the mirror, he was thinking expressionlessly for a moment. When he answered, the woman suppressed a button — a green light blinked behind the one-way mirror, where Winnie Sherlock smiled to herself and ticked on a paper in her file.

She then overheard the woman telling Reeves that he was done. The dark-haired Intersexual got up and left the room...

He avoided glancing at the mirror.

Outside, Reeves walked tardily in the empty hallway to his classroom. Another door opened — the psychologist Winnie Sherlock came out with a cynical smile, and she intercepted Reeves...

"Congratulation — you scored 64% Reeves, well done! Now, this is an honest and sufficient score — compared from the 20% scant you pulled a couple of days ago...

"...now just take my advice, Reeves — don't cheat, cos you can't fool us — we know everything that is going on in here, you get me?"

Reeves nodded once as prosaic, but...

Mumbled quietly to himself. "Whatever," he walked slowly away...

'Bitch!'

He was in detestation that he was still enthralled to their controlled system — but that would end soon, and this would be his last of their lab-rat test, that he would ever sit for again — because he had determined to escape before long...

'One missing lab-rat, hey, bye-bye all you bitches!'

He would then jump the wall — after — he got the relevant information of his family background record from the administration office.