Play-by: Dichen Lachman
Occupation: Molecular biologist (Researcher)
The daughter of two prominent research scientists, it was only natural Noelia become one herself. She exceled in school, partly because of having grown up around the concepts she was learning and partly because of an absolute drive to make her parents proud. For the most part, she enjoyed her success. She didn't necessarily enjoy the actual material or knowledge, but she loved being able to outdo others. Noelia found that with time, subjects became easier and she had to put less effort into being on top. Contrary to what she expected, this was actually a disappointment. She wanted to work hard and she wanted a challenge.
Bored with the mundane routines of gene splicing and code manipulation, she began to spend hours online. It was through her time on the internet that she began to really see what the world had become. Her parents had never been big on media when Noelia was young, so for the most part she was only familiar with the well-cushioned life she had in the Compound. They had moved Compounds once in her childhood, and she was aware there was an "elsewhere", but she never knew what actually was out there.
She found herself seeking out the worst of all possible information. Everyone seemed starving, for food, for attention, for love. Abuse and violence simply for the lack of anything better to do. She watched videos of people torturing animals for fun. She couldn't bring herself to actually watch any kind of sexual exploitation, but Noelia was horrified by how much was available. The space outside the Compounds was hell. How had she not known?
It turned out there were others out there just as horrified as she was. Through chatrooms and password guarded gateways, she found her way to the Adamites. She didn't believe that her own work was wrong. The purpose of science was to manipulate life; that much she was sure of. But as she watched how life in the Pleeblands existed, she found herself wondering if maybe they were manipulating it wrong. Surely all this knowledge could be used for much better purposes.
She had always been a friendly person, but now interacting with her colleagues seemed a farce. These were not her friends. When they had cocktail parties or went golfing together, she felt like an imposter. Did these people know what she knew? Did they know how wrong the world was? Were they pretending too? She tended to doubt it. Maybe they did know, but no one seemed bothered. She laughed and smiled along with them, praised so-and-so's new hair implants or wrinkle removal, congratulated on a new liver when the old one had gone bad. And every Tuesday evening, she stayed late at work, taking research reports from the desks around hers and posting them online for the other Adamites.
This was the success she craved. There was a thrill in doing something bad, in rebelling, but there was also a deeper satisfaction in feeling she was finally doing something worthwhile.
It has only been seven months since Noelia started sharing the information, but already she knows that something good will come of it. Her superiors and coworkers alike praise her for her dedication and absolute drive to get results. She smiles and humbly thanks them. They don't know. And they had better not ever know.