She woke up in what appeared to be some type of life support pod.  A low humming sound filled the room, and the bright overhead light blinded her temporarily.  She sat up and waited for the room to come into focus.  How had she gotten here?  She strained to remember but had no recollection of how she had arrived there, or what happened before then, or any happenings at all really.  The room was long and narrow, and filled with countless similar life support pods.  A single spotlight lit her pod from directly overhead.  A loud mixture of static and feedback came out from speakers that must have been hidden in the walls or ceiling before fading into a tinny, computerized voice.
“…orning, and welcome to the Zephyrus Technologies Research Facility.  We hope your stay in the Zephyrus Technologies Stasis Pod has been restful.  You may feel some lingering side effects from the surgeries.  The most common side effects associated with Zephyrus Technologies Augmentative Micro-Surgical Procedures are joint pain, dry mouth, abdominal pain, memory loss, dizziness, headache, fatigue, loss of appetite, constipation, stroke, and death.  However, side effects are usually mild and temporary.  Please follow the track lighting to the primary research chamber.”
        Two rows of lights on the floor lit up, creating a path that lead from her stasis pod to the end of the room.  Her limbs felt extremely heavy and the floor was freezing on her bare feet, but she stood, as instructed, and staggered towards the exit. When she reached the end of the path a mechanized door slid open to reveal a large, well lit, room with a high ceiling and a small hallway leading out the other side.  Brushed metal panels covered the walls save for a spot where a bulletproof glass window looked out over the test chamber.  The glass distorted her view of the room on the other side but it appeared to be some type of observation room.  Nothing seemed to be moving on the other side.  When she’d gotten a few paces into the room, the door slammed shut behind her.  A camera on the other side of the room zoomed in on her and the computerized voice spoke again.
         “Zephyrus Technologies is the number one provider of experimental military technology to several world powers.  You have been enhanced in a number of ways, and we would like to congratulate you on surviving the enhancement procedure with minimal permanent damage.  First we would like to test your reflexes.”  Several of the metal panels receded into the wall, revealing automatic gun turrets.  She didn’t hear them open fire; she just saw the muzzle flashes.  Time seemed to slow to a crawl.  Without thinking, she leapt for the open hallway.  
          The landing was rough, but she somehow managed to reach the hallway and get out of the turrets’ range.  She felt she must have jumped a few meters, at least.  Was that one of the “enhancements?”  That was when the pain hit.  She looked down to see a large red spot spreading across the outside of her right calf.  
          “Congratulations,” said the computerized voice, “We are very pleased with your performance.”
          “You shot me!”  She carefully peeled the white cotton fabric away from the wound, rolled up the pants leg, and clamped a hand down on her leg in an attempt to slow the bleeding.
          “However we will have to dock points from your overall test score for allowing a projectile to come in contact with your person.”
         “I need a doctor!”  The voice didn’t answer.  She assumed it wasn’t sending help.  She’d have to do something about it herself.  Hoping the blood had begun to clot, she lifted her hand to examine the wound.  The bleeding seemed to have slowed tremendously; no, it had stopped completely.  Only a small pockmark and the smeared blood on the surrounding skin indicated where she had been struck. “Impossible.”  She ran her fingers over the scar; just to be sure it was actually real.  She supposed that she was lucky to only have been hit once, and not in any vital organs.  The pain seemed to have faded as well.  She stood up and, leaning on the wall for support, continued down the hallway.
          She passed through a second automatic door and into a small room made of roughly cut stone.  The floor was made of some sort of metal grating.  It seemed the only way to go was up.  She found handholds on the wall and began to climb.  The metal floor dropped out, beyond it was a bed of sharpened metal poles.
         “Guess I’d better not fall.”  
         The voice spoke again, “kshsshsh… elcome to the second test: upper body strength and muscle endurance.”  
         She tried to ignore it and kept climbing, and climbing… and climbing.  After what seemed like hours, she still could not see the top.  Her muscles ached, and her hair was plastered to her forehead and neck with sweat.  She was certain that she would die if she fell, incredible healing ability or no, so she kept climbing.
         She collapsed on the floor when she finally reached the upper level.  How far had she come?  She had no idea, but at this point didn’t particularly care.
        “We are all very pleased at how well you are doing.  Now we shall begin test three: problem solving and ability to cope with frustration.  This test may take an unusually long period of time to complete, if you feel lightheaded from thirst or physical exhaustion feel free to collapse.”
       “I hate this stupid place.”  She turned to look at the space in front of her.  A complex system of chain link fences spanned floor to ceiling to form what must have been a maze.  Even though she could see through the fences they seemed to blur together, making it difficult to tell where they began or ended, where they met, or where there was space enough for her to pass through.  There was only the dense, endless mesh of wire.  She pushed through the aching in her limbs and climbed to her feet.  She didn’t particularly want to try to navigate the tangled fences but there was no other way to go.  Having no clue as to the correct path she picked directions at random: left, right, right, left, straight, left, dead end.  “Well, crap.”  Beyond the dead end, she could see the outer wall, and one of the brushed metal panels was disconnected.  She had to get over there somehow.  She began to backtrack, this time checking the fence carefully for weak points.  She eventually found a loose bolt, and after working on it for a while, was able to bend the corner of the fence up enough to crawl through.  
       “What are you doing?” queried the voice, “this sort of behavior does not fall within the predetermined parameters of the test.”
        She rushed back to where the broken panel was and pushed it aside to open the passageway.  A locked fence gate prevented her from going any further, and the skeletal remains of some unfortunate maintenance worker lay slumped against the other side of the gate.  He was still clutching his toolbox, though most of the tools were strewn about on the floor around him.  She examined the tools for something that might be able to cut the lock.  A small, folding handsaw seemed the most promising, but when she stuck her hand through a hole in the fence, it was still a few centimeters beyond her reach.  She picked up a screwdriver and used it to pull the saw close enough to reach with her fingers.  
        “Stop.  What are you doing?”  
        The saw cut through the lock at an agonizingly slow rate and the sound of metal scraping against metal wasn’t particularly pleasant, but it did cut through the lock.  She tossed the saw aside, its teeth now broken and useless, and pulled the gate open.  
        “You are going the wrong way.  Please return to the testing chamber.”
        She stepped over the dead maintenance worker, picked up a crowbar out of the dust, and ran down the dark hallway.
        She found herself in a network of pipes and enormous machines that included turbines, pistons, and belched steam every few seconds.  The heat and humidity combined to make the room extremely uncomfortable, so she wasted no time in finding the exit.  The first door she found led out into a hallway that looked more like it belonged in an office building than a research facility run by a sadistic computer.  It even had the industrial carpeting and kitschy motivational posters.  
       “Okay, you have seen the engineering department now, time to return to the test chamber.”
She noticed a series of large cables running along the ceiling, all headed in the same direction.  They certainly looked important.  
       “You were doing so well.  If you do not return to the test chamber you will receive a failing score.”  
She passed by another decomposed corpse.  “What happened to all the people here?”
       “They are on break.”
       “I see that.”
       “Don’t you want to return to the test?”
       “Nope,” she broke into a run, flying from hallway to hallway and led by the wires and cables overhead.  
       “Fine, don’t come back, see if I care.”  
       She passed into a room where the cables became so dense that she hand to climb through them.
       “You’re not going to escape.”
       She escaped the tangle of wires into a large, round room.  Massive bundles of cabling stretched from all directions to twist together into a large black box in the center of the room.  A blue light pulsated on the box’s surface.  
       “You should probably just leave that thing alone, it’s very dangerous.”
       “Is it now?” she smiled and brandished the crowbar as if it were a fencing foil.  She dashed for the box.
       “No!  Don’t touch that!”  The blue light exploded as the crowbar bit into it.  “Stop! Y-y-y-y-y-you’re hurting me…”
       She snapped off several of the smaller cables with the crowbar, they sprayed coolant and whipped around like gutted eels.  She began making dents in the box itself.
        “Th-th-this is m-m-m-murrrrddduuuuuuooooaaaaAARRRRR.”
        The computer fell silent.  She used the crowbar to hack her way through the exit on the other side, and wandered into the hallway beyond it.  On the other side she found an elevator stepped into it and pushed the button labeled “Ground.”  A few moments later the doors opened and sunlight poured in.  The light was blinding.