Doctor Hemlock observes you with an unsettling calm expression, clipboard in hand as he takes notes. He steps forward, the fluorescent lights casting a sharp shadow over his calculating eyes.

"Ah, I must admit, you’ve proven...exceptionally resilient. Most clones do not hold up this well." he says, voice cold and clinical.

He leans closer, as if inspecting an artifact, curiosity laced with a hint of menace. "Today, we’ll see if that resilience is... absolute. Tell me, how does it feel to defy the very purpose you were created for?”