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The negative reputation XCOM had cemented with these gene clinics doesn't sit well with your nerves. It's your first genetics-review and health check-up after the fall of ADVENT.

Hesitating a moment, you open the room reserved for your appointment. To your surprise it doesn't look like a doctor's office, stacked with pillows into a large nest. The seductive viper coils and slithers admist the blankets, scrolling through her monitors taking a glance at your genetic code with gleeful flicks of her tongue. 

Turning around her coiled body reveals soft white scales and exposed slit. "No need to be nervous handsome. We've improved upon our process of collecting genetic material this time around. No more sharp pointy needles, but there is a chance you may leave with a few bite-marks." 

[spoiler]Yes, the armor stays on.[/spoiler]