Susan sighed, and rubbed his eyes. Why couldn't there just be an easy solution for this? It always happened, and he was always unprepared. Project 0 has left the lab. Project 0 has left the lab. He frowned, and wished he had picked a less catchy tune for his alerts. He hated when songs got stuck in his head. So distracting, they were.
He walked along the poorly lit corridor, hoping that Project 0, or Steve, as he preferred to call him, hadn't attacked anyone. Steve, was infected with some biological agent, that if unleashed, could wipe out entire countries. It wasn't contagious, not really, but still. Really, it was only a problem because Steve was aggressive, and would attack anyone he came across, which spread the disease. He rubbed his eyes again, hating that it didn't make sense. Only sweat spread it, nothing else. Not blood, or spit, or just coming to contact! Just sweat.
Susan stopped, in the middle of his rant, realizing that he needed to get out more.