You didn't feel the shift in your consciousness so much as the sudden, oppressive weight of the plastic against your skin. "Don't try to adjust them," a voice commanded from behind a clipboard, sounding more bored than clinical. You were staring at a flickering fluorescent light on the ceiling, the rhythmic *hum-click, hum-click* of the room's ventilation system sounding like a countdown you couldn't quite identify. As you tried to shift your legs, the thick, crinkling bulk of the institutional garment shifted with you, a physical reminder that you were no longer a guest here, but a data point in a study you had been far too reckless to read the fine print on. Mehr sehen