POD 42

"You are nothing more than a smattering of data compiled within an archive of graphs," explains Imani, picking at the thin scar on her forearm. "Once you die, they'll simply delete your file. Every detail of your physical, mental, emotional, and intellectual growth will plummet into a never-ending digital abyss, never to be recovered again." She glares at me accusingly, her hazel eyes gleaming coldly under the flickering beam of the dying light bulb. "Think about that, Maddox. Everyone in Pod 42 is a government experiment."