Where the hell am I? Panic-struck and sweating with terror as she struggled desperately to break free. I don’t like it any more, am I dreaming or is this a portent of what is to come of humanity? Get me the hell out… — The test dummy, the mannequin, call it what you will, had been positioned, slumped upright, restricted into the one sole and lonely seat in the entirety of one carriage, by a standard five-point safety harness, emblazoned with the typical yellow & black zigzag markings all over it. The mannequin was…