"I can't remember its exact name; it was just another faceless entity to me, the kind of company that controls a bunch of other companies that are more familiar to the American public. Sort of like Berkshire-Hathaway, although I know it wasn't them. Maybe Aperture Science? No, wait, that's a name my grandson's been talking about a lot lately. I'm sorry about that. As for what they wanted to do, who knows? I got canned very early on after the acquisition. Old guy like me, been with the company for a couple of decades? I had no chance of surviving that merger. None. So that's why I'm stuck here, doing this experiment because it's a guaranteed 50 bucks. My grandson needs a birthday present in a couple of weeks and this is going to pay for it."

Before the man can say more, the four of you are ushered into the next room by a very professional woman. She looks to be in her early 40s, but is still mildly attractive.

"Greetings and thanks for coming," she says. "My name is Angela Larson and I'll be helping administer the experiment today. This shouldn't take more than two hours and complimentary refreshments will be provided at the end, along with your $50. I'm now passing out what is pretty much a consent form to all of you, signifying that you agree to take part in the experiment and will not hold us liable for any damages, however unlikely, that may arise from your participation. I urge you to read over it and ask me any questions before you sign."

She passes you the piece of paper and a pen. The overly made-up woman signs immediately. The other two participants are taking a bit more time.