"Phobias are guaranteed to give good data on high stress with relatively little effort." Carver explained, leafing through her notes. "You'll find an earpiece in the ready room to keep in contact with us. It comes equipped with a micro-sensor to monitor your brainwaves and heart rate."
"That's all well and good..." Kim started. "But I don't really have any of the common phobias. I'm not bothered by spiders, snakes, heights, or confined spaces."
"The higher-ups already took that into account." Richards chimed in. "They've gone over your file and cross-referenced it with a list of common phobias. They found a few that you might not necessarily have, but don't explicitly lack."
Kim shrugged at that. She should have expected as much from the foundation. After all, with the ludicrous budget they were afforded, something as simple as a psychological evaluation being kept on file was to be expected. Realizing she wouldn't be needing her lab coat as a test subject, the scientist shrugged the coat back off, placing it back on the hook she'd grabbed it from.
With a thumbs-up to her colleagues, Kim strode across their research room and past the automatic door labeled "Ready Room" to begin her test. The Ready Room was a simple room barely bigger than a closet. As the door shut behind her, Kim felt a slight lurch as the room began to move, employing its secondary function as an elevator to deliver subjects to their designated testing area. It was impossible to tell just where the room was going until it reached its destination, and Kim knew that such specifics weren't her concern, as her colleagues controlled these variables of the test.
The earpiece Carver had mentioned was sitting conspicuously on a small bench sticking out from a wall of the Ready Room, sitting next to a small plastic bin. Kim picked up the earpiece, gently placing it in her left ear and hearing the light crackle of static as connection was established.
"-in, Kim. Repeat, please report in, Kim." came Carver's voice.
"Kim here. Communication seems to be working just fine." Kim said, noting the surprisingly high sound quality she received from the transmitter.
"Great! Last thing we needed was a technical failure before proper testing even started. Your vitals are showing up just fine, too. Looks like we've got everything we need to get our results. So, Kim, go ahead and open up the plastic bin in the room with you, that's for your uniform."
Wordlessly, Kim lifted the top of the plastic container, peering in to see its contents. As Kim surveyed what the bin offered, Carver spoke again.
"I'm assuming you've opened the bin, so please-"
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