"Well, it's a fresh start. We're going to de-age participants back to their teenage years, or an approximation thereof, and see whether or not they possess the aptitude for where they'd ended up before the experiment. Which is a bit of an oversimplif-"
Lily cut in, outraged. "So, what... you're going to basically regress me to a kid, make me start over from scratch?"
The scientist waved a hand airily. "Look, this will fundamentally deepen our understanding of biology, of nature versus nurture, of... look, people never appreciate what the Society Act is letting us study!"
She turned her nose up with a 'hmph'. "So, how exactly is this going to work?"
The scientist gesticulated. "Well, basically, it's very similar to high school. We overlay a template of a high school clique onto you, you go to some classes, you get some aptitude tests, we see if you'd still end up on the same life path. It also avoids identical scenarios, no point turning you back into a theatre kid," he said, a little snidely. Lily didn't even know how to respond, her mouth goldfishing as the man continued. "We'll put you up in a dorm with the other subjects, you'll be provided with appropriate clothing, yadda yadda."
And so Lily was led off to another room, with what looked like an MRI machine in it, but not quite. It had a control panel on the side, with technicians bustling about in white coats. At least she'd been allowed some dignity, having been left to change into a white hospital gown before being slid inside the apparatus, seeing green flashing diodes and hearing strange whirring and zapping noises in the internal mechanism of this bizarre contraption.
What on earth were they going to turn her into? What kind of clique did they want to foist onto her?