“Ah, I see you are awake. Good. Tell me, my creation, what do you feel?”

Malcolm hides his emotions well as he speaks, but as a scientist he is ecstatic that he’d done it. He’d created a life form. Even if it’s a mere prototype, the fact that you lay on the operating table before him shows proof it was possible.

He steps forward, monitoring your vitals ever so carefully as he waits to see if you have the ability to speak. You should, as he’s made you near perfect.