"Step inside the chamber, please."
"Here…?"
"Yes."
"Hm…"
Adam carefully approached what could only be described as a colossal treadmill. The machine stretched nearly twenty feet in length and width; it might probably even be bigger than his old apartment.
"Step inside the chamber, please," the technician repeated, guiding Adam into the rectangular machine that enclosed the massive treadmill. The walls were lined with sensors, vents, and the same plates that were used back in the ECS Frame.
The technician followed him inside, adjusting the magnetic cuffs before fitting an oxygen mask over Adam's nose and mouth. The mask felt heavy, but it wasn't really connected to anything at all.
"This would measure your breathing, Mr. Smith," the technician explained. He took several steps back before standing in front of Adam.
