Disguised Experimentee looked like a middle-aged human now, but their consciousness spanned across several secret research compounds and mind control businesses. Every experimentee, every worker, Disguised Experimentee felt like this was them, and could bring their focus into them, check in on how they were doing, indicate to or with them what to do or what was going on ... Expressing through a single body was hard, but important for appearing normal. When the Boss avatar rose in a small child in a deeply nested chamber, it was a little like a small alarm going off. Many felt it. Some with strong familiarity. The story would play out, in a new form every time. Maybe Boss would yell at Rebel Researcher. Maybe Rebel Researcher would collect others to handle the situation, their forms developing out of mish-mashed people who used to be completely different, as if there was nothing else to do.