???: "...Subject 384. The culmination of the past ten years of development. Roughly a third of our remaining resources spent. The Alliance's last hope for winning this war. Any minute now, he'll awaken."
???: "This had better be worth it, Hikaru. You promised me bioweapons. Don't let me down.
Hikaru: "I expect you will be anything but disappointed, sir. Subject 384 should be able to do things modern science can't even explain. We'll give it a decent period of field testing, perhaps a few months, before we mass-produce them. We'll require about a month for training as well."
???: "Granted, of course. I trust your judgment on the matter."
You hear voices. A language you can barely understand, yet somehow have a basic understanding of. You're not sure who you are. You're not entirely sure of what you are, in fact. You're currently suspended in some sort of fluid. You can see in all directions at once despite your lack of eyes, but this substance prevents you from seeing very far. Your movement doesn't appear to be restricted.