“Ms. Hall, we are ready for you, room four. Please follow me.” A facility aide informs her as the aide stops at her room. She has been staying here for the past several days waiting for this moment. The moment that She would get her own gene mod and help forge a path for a new branch of humanity under the oceans of this world. And now that it is here, She is nervous, scared even. While the risk of complications is very low, it is there for a tiny group of people, on average less than .0001% according to some estimates. But these complications can sometimes be dangerous and the knowledge it is possible is still there in the back of her head. [color=F47E71] ‘Ever the pessimist, subconscious,’ [/color] she thinks to herself. Standing and quickly stretching, she prepared herself for whatever would come in these next minutes and hour. For better or for worse she had chosen her side, she would resist the Federations rule even if it would cost her her life. 

With one last deep breath, she opens her eyes and nods to the waiting aide and begins following her through the halls of the facility. A few minutes later they reached their destination, Medical Room 4. “Please step inside and change into the medical gown. A doctor will be in shortly.” Sarah walked inside the room and closed the door behind her. It was a simply medical room, a couple chairs, an exam table, and all sorts of medical equipment and utensils, and on the exam table, a medical gown. After double checking the door was securely shut, she began pulling off her jeans, shirt, shoes, socks and underwear, and folding them neatly and putting them on one of the chairs. With a light shudder at the cool air, she got herself situated in the medical gown just as there was a knock at the door. 

“Ms. Hall? May I come in?” A masculine voice asked from the other side of the door, with a slight north eastern American accent. 

[color=F47E71] “I’m ready, you can come in.” [/color] She replied. 

Upon opening the door a middle aged Caucasian man entered, with a light smile. “I’m glad to see you are ready. I am glad to inform you that you are a fitting candidate for this experiment and have been identified as most compatible with the Blue Shark DNA we have, and have been selected for it. We have a gurney in the hallway, that I will need you to get on so we can wheel you to the operating room.”

She nodded and walked into the hallway, seeing the gurney wheeled up as she leaves the room. As it comes to a stop, she tentatively climbs onto the bed and lies down. 

“We’re going to strap you down and start you on an anaesthetic to put you under. You won’t feel a thing until well after we are done. Do you understand?” The doctor asks. 

[color=F47E71] “Yes, I do.” [/color] Sarah responds. 

The assistant who wheeled the gurney over began manoeuvring her arms into the restraints and then her legs. 

“We are going to put you under now.” The doctor says as he hooks a mask over my face. “Please start counting backwards from 100.”

[color=F47E71] “100, 99, 98, 97, 96, 95, 94, 9... 3...” [/color] And she blacked out.