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"Of course we would, Samuel, thank you," I reply. "Sorry for interrupting earlier," I mutter to Cape.

Samuel opens the door. In the center of the room, thirteen beds are arranged neatly together; side by size. Their sheets follow a pattern — blue, red, yellow. Surrounding the room, near the enormous glass windows, are paperwork and computers. "Now, for the big reveal," Samuel says, taking out a large, red cylinder on a table from his backpack. On the front face, a digital clock reads "0;00". On either side, yellow disks glow. Surrounding the cylinder's base are thirteen, long tubes — the same number of beds in the room. Each tube has a bracelet that could fit on an average wrist. Each tube is surrounded by a glowing, blue ring in the cylinder's base. At the top of the Cylinder lis a red button, and an empty beaker.