Michael had an interview scheduled for 5 AM, but that didn't stop him from playing a shooting game with his squad until 4 AM in his room. Despite his mom's repeated attempts to get him to sleep, he stubbornly stayed up until he finally passed out at his computer."Michael, Michael," a soft voice called out, trying to rouse him from his slumber. He groaned, still half-asleep, until a sudden, sharp slap on his back jolted him awake. "Owwww!" he yelped, turning to see his mom, Mrs. Tanner, who had been trying to wake him for over two minutes."Someone is waiting for you downstairs," she informed him. Michael glanced at his clock, noticing it was only 9:30 AM. He wondered who could possibly be visiting him at this hour.A pretty lady," his mom continued. "She says her name is Miss Akira and she's your senior colleague." Mrs. Tanner let out a small yawn, looking as tired as Michael felt.Still groggy, Michael stumbled downstairs to find Miss Akira comfortably seated on the couch, watching TV. "Good morning," he mumbled with a yawn, collapsing onto the opposite couch."You stink," Miss Akira remarked, pinching her nose."Ouch," Michael muttered, struggling to stay awake."You were supposed to start today at 5 AM," she said, noticing Michael had already dozed off again. Irritated, she pulled out a taser and zapped him, causing Michael to jerk awake, eyes wide with shock and tears."Do I have your attention now?" Miss Akira asked coldly."Yes, ma'am!" Michael replied, snapping into a salute.They soon arrived at Remax Co.'s headquarters, a towering skyscraper in Silicon Valley. Miss Akira led them through the security check, flashing her ID, which prompted the guards to salute her. The lobby was massive, with a giant reception desk and two hallways, one of which was sealed by a glass door. After greeting the receptionist, Miss Akira directed Michael toward the glass door, where she scanned her iris to grant them passage.As they ascended in the elevator, Michael hesitated before asking, "Uhm... if I may ask..." He paused, gauging her reaction before continuing, "What am I supposed to do today?""You were supposed to meet with the CEO this morning," Miss Akira replied, her tone sharp, "but you missed him. I've been given orders to take you to the Medical Department for some tests.""Tests...?" Michael repeated, his voice trembling. "The rumors are true," he thought, a chill running down his spine.Michael and Miss Akira arrived at the rooftop of Remax Co, where a loud helicopter awaited them. "A bit extra, don't you think?" Michael shouted over the roaring wind. "Can't we just do the tests here? This feels like I'm being kidnapped," he added, eyeing the helicopter warily."I assure you, you're not being kidnapped," Miss Akira replied, trying to ease his concerns.After an hour-long flight, they finally approached their destination. From above, Michael could see a small octagon-shaped building that grew larger as they neared it. The compound was filled with what appeared to be squares of black dots, which he soon realized were armed men. Nearby, jets and armored cars stood ready.Inside the building, Miss Akira led Michael into a medical facility, stopping at the office of a man named Dr. Shore, as indicated by the name tag on the door."Knock, knock," Miss Akira tapped gently on the door, but there was no immediate response. Just as she was about to knock again, a voice called from behind it, "Give me a sec!" Moments later, the door swung open."Dr. Shore here," announced an average-height man in a white lab coat, blue shirt, and brown trousers, with a stethoscope around his neck. He had glasses with brown frames that matched his curly hair and freckles. "And you must be Michael," he continued, gesturing for them to enter.The office was a bit messy, cluttered with various gizmos. A table with four monitors stood against one wall, facing a large glass window that revealed a white room containing an impressive-looking machine."Let's get started," Dr. Shore said, preparing his equipment. He quickly hid a Sailor Moon wallpaper on his computer, though it was clear both Michael and Miss Akira noticed."Michael, you need to remove your clothes," Miss Akira instructed."Miss Akiraaa," Michael protested, blushing as he dramatically wrapped his arms around himself."You need to get rid of all the metal on your body. You're taking an MRI scan. Go to the changing room; there should be some patient gowns there," Miss Akira replied calmly."Uhm..." Dr. Shore mumbled, somewhat awkwardly.Michael entered the small, cream-colored changing room with lights, a mirror, and a rack of patient gowns. After changing into a gown, he looked at himself in the mirror, feeling a mix of fear and determination. "What the hell am I doing?" he muttered, before sighing. "No backing down now, handsome," he reassured himself. A robotic voice suddenly called out from behind the closet door, "I love you, Freddie." Michael decided to ignore it, muttering, "I don't even want to know," before leaving the room."I'm ready," Michael said as he re-entered the control room where Miss Akira and Dr. Shore were waiting. Dr. Shore led him into the adjacent room with the large white machine—an advanced MRI machine."This baby here has been modified to detect more than just internal damage and organs—it can detect everything," Dr. Shore explained as he helped Michael lie down on the patient table. After ensuring Michael was comfortable with pillows and noise-cancelling headphones, he pressed a button that lifted the table slightly before sliding it into the cylindrical machine.Dr. Shore returned to the control room and started the machine. He and Miss Akira watched the monitors closely as they displayed detailed images of Michael's insides."Michael, can you hear me?" Dr. Shore spoke into a microphone."Yes, Doc," Michael replied, his voice echoing through the speakers."Remember, don't move. I need you to take deep breaths," Dr. Shore instructed.As the images continued to appear, Dr. Shore marveled at what he saw. "Incredible—strong heart, and those muscle fibers. No adrenal glands, look at that big brain," he said, his excitement growing. Miss Akira pointed out some unusual dots on the full-body scan."It's the ADRB0," Dr. Shore explained. "It's been piling up in his system. It's a miracle he hasn't gone feral yet.""Doc, this machine is making weird noises. Are we done yet? I'm getting uncomfortable," Michael's voice came through the speakers, sounding anxious.Dr. Shore quickly stopped the machine and brought Michael out. "Good job hanging in there. Now go get dressed," he said, patting Michael on the back.As Michael changed back into his clothes, Dr. Shore handed Miss Akira a small tube filled with red pills and a cartridge. "Here," he said ominously.Before they left, Dr. Shore pulled out two wrapped lollipops from his coat pockets. "One for you," he said, handing one to Michael, who gladly accepted it since he hadn't eaten anything all day. "And one for you, Miss Aki," he offered with a smile."Don't call me that," Miss Akira responded curtly, walking away without taking the lollipop."I'll take that," Michael said, grabbing the second lollipop. "If you happen to have any mo—" he started to ask, but Miss Akira cut him off sharply."Michael!" she snapped."Yes, ma'am," he replied quickly, following her out of the office.As they left, Dr. Shore muttered to himself with a satisfied grin, "This man, he could be the key. Olsen, you sly fox." He let out a loud, amused laugh as the door closed behind them.