Tom was deciding whether to check out the pool when he heard a knock at the door, "Package for you"

Tom looked through the peephole; it was another hotel employee from housekeeping. He opened the door.

"Delivery for Tom," the employee offering a large shipment envelope.

"Um, yes, thank you," Tom accepted the envelope, closed the door, and took it to the table.

Tom sat down and opened the envelope. Inside was photocopies of the contracts he signed when he first got here. "Right. Mr. Dreidger said that he'd have a copy of the contract sent to me. Of course he wouldn't leave the originals with me."

There was also a glossy brochure among the contracts. That had certainly not been among the contracts he had seen earlier. Tom started reading: "Imagine a diver as at home in the water as on land..." Tom skimmed the rest.. "The ultimate interface between microscopic robots and organic components", "Features and Benefits", "Call to set up a a sales appointment" This brochure was not something aimed at him. It was like a sales brochure directed at some military buying the suit technology. Tom set it down and looked through the rest of the envelope.

There was also a spiral bound book Tom had not seen before. Tom flipped through it. There were various technical drawings, including what looked like a diagram of the suit he was wearing; and computer programming examples: "Customizing celluar scaffolding", "Nanite commands", "Programming interface"

Tom closed the book and put the book and brochure at the bottom of the pile. Then he thought to himself: "Am I even supposed to have that book? Did someone packing that envelope inadvertently include something I wasn't supposed to have? Or is it something I'm supposed to learn eventually? Or do they think there's nothing I can do with this knowledge and they just included it for background information?"

Tom became lost in thought, "Someone can see everything I see on my visor anyway so it's not like I can keep it a secret if I'm not supposed to have it. Or can I? They can't watch 24 hours a day. If they're viewing it on a small screen, they wouldn't be able to make out the words. And even if they did, they might assume that since it was delivered, it's something I'm supposed to have."

Tom looked at the rest of the contracts.

It didn't promise that they could remove the wetsuit. In fact it was pretty clear it would become one with him, and there was no surgery that could remove it, not without removing his skin. The visor and rebreather were modular though and could be removed with the proper tools, or replaced and upgraded.

He'd agreed to four years of service, after which he was free to go and Non-disclosure would remain in effect after the four years. And after the 4 years, a lump sum payment of ... "Wow, that's a lot." Tom started muttering to himself "But divided over 4 years, and being a human Guinea Pig, ... even still that's a lot!"