"Get away!" you shout. Another member of your team adds, "This is a dangerous specimen. We have to get it to the Geneticist right away! Go on! Leave it alone!"

The children don't listen. They laugh at you and your teammates. One child mocks you, while another pokes his fingers deeper into the carrier. "You're not supposed to show so much emotion. Precision of language." The other children sing-song along, "Precision of language. Precision of language!"

Clumsily, one of the boys knocks the carrier from your hand. The polished plastic spiderwebs as it hits the ground. Then, the organ-pig rolls out from its pristine prison. It gnashes its jaws and squeals, trying to shield itself from the sunlight. You go to grab hold of it, while two of your teammates circle around trying to corral the animal.

Then the most horrible thing happens. The pig explodes! From its sides spill out strange organs. None of the organs are swine, but instead they are all human! Some are livers, some are lungs, and there is even a heart. 

The children scream in horror and run off. As they do, six robot drones appear. They circle around you and your team. Two of them send out small electric shocks. Normal citizens would have no word for the pain being inflicted, after all you live in a world without pain, without suffering, and without the need for physical punishment. But you and your team are DIVRs, and part of your burden is knowing pain.

In its robotic voice, the lead drone says, "Return immediately to The Temple. Master Control demands your presence. Immediately. Non-compliance is not an option."