The woman was assigned a number. She was middle-aged, and the person paired with her was a new middle-aged man. They each had a room of their own.
In truth, she was reluctant to acknowledge the title. She felt she was not middle-aged yet, but everyone here called her that.
Starting the next day, everyone had to undergo uninterrupted examinations.
Clothes had become unnecessary burdens. Here, apart from the scientists and staff, none of the Experimental Subjects—male or female—wore clothes.
Their bodies were constantly connected to numerous electrodes and various other devices to monitor their physical condition and display the results.
At first, they might feel somewhat embarrassed, but everyone soon accepted it.
They could not resist anyway. Other than accepting it, they had no other path to take.
"I feel extremely good right now. I don't know how to describe this feeling..."
She fell silent for a while, seemingly searching for a way to explain. "It's as if there are streams of heat flowing through my blood vessels, following the movement of my blood into my chest, and then leaving again."
"I don't know if this is an illusion. How could the human body possibly... do this?"
The scientist listened intently, then had her lie down and brought over some instruments for measuring temperature. "Tell me how these streams of heat circulate, then draw it."
It was somewhat embarrassing, but the woman did not really care. She was not the most beautiful person here, after all.
That twenty-two-year-old girl was. She looked delicate, and had a great figure too. She was not afraid, so why should the woman feel embarrassed? Using a red pen, she drew some lines on her body according to what she felt. The scientists then began installing detection instruments along those lines.
Some extremely sensitive