Conditional Reality

We got a grant to study vampires. None of us knew any, so we had to go out and find them. We sent operatives to rock concerts and trendy bars. We haunted crypts and stores that sold capes. After a few weeks of this we were no closer to finding any vampires and someone suggested we study vampire bats instead. We reconsidered, rewrote, reapplied, and were soon spending our nights trapping the repulsive creatures and subjecting them to the ruthless mistreatment that is the stamp of biological research. Our disgust with the procedures soon turned to fascination. Followed by salivation.