A mixture of data, numbers and words scrolling and flashing. His history, his health, his... file. And something else. Something that looked like it might be... brain scans. Patterns. A complete analysis, partially done while has was asleep and finished here. Then it said something else. [i]0.0% Corruption[/i] The screen flashed green, as if he was cleared, and the pod immediately disengaged. The lights in the room turned on once more, the restraints released, and the door opened. "Analysis complete. Please proceed back to your room." Once he made his way back, he would encounter someone. A woman, in her late thirties, with short blonde hair and blue eyes, stood by the window. "Hello Mr. Drake." She said in a smooth, partially British voice.