Fuck Scientists

Henry scratched his chin for a long minute. He was contemplating a message, written in the wall in front of him. The concrete hall stretched out behind him, and on either side there were more identical hallways.

“THEY CHANGE,” the wall, boring and grey, claimed in deeply-carved green. Henry’s janitor uniform and the writing were the only colour in the place.

With a disgruntled grunt, Henry headed left, for the third time. He was lost in this stupid building, again. If this happened again, he would send in his resignation from the psychological study company, even if they paid well.