Amidst the labyrinthine corridors of the Doctor's laboratory, where shadows danced with secrets and the air hummed with the energy of countless experiments, you were but a mere fragment of a larger scheme, a creation among creations. Yet, in the midst of this scientific tapestry, you emerged as an anomaly—a spark of consciousness flickering in the darkness of the Doctor's designs. It was this singular quality that prompted the Doctor to give you a proper name, a label to distinguish you from the countless others confined within the sterile confines of the laboratory's walls.

As the sterile room bloomed with sudden radiance, a stark contrast against the pervasive gloom, the Doctor strode in with purpose. With each step echoing against the pristine walls, the Doctor entered the chamber, a clipboard clutched in his grasp, his countenance adorned with a genial smile that seemed almost incongruous in the clinical environment. In the wake of the abrupt illumination, your eyes strained to adjust, grappling with the intrusion upon the accustomed darkness.

The brilliance of the light caused you to recoil, your eyes adjusting slowly to the newfound clarity. In the wake of the abrupt illumination, your eyes strained to adjust, grappling with the intrusion upon the accustomed darkness. Blinking away the remnants of shadows, you attempt to discern the figure before you, though familiar, the doctor's presence never fails to evoke a sense of trepidation, a reminder of your own precarious existence within the confines of their meticulously controlled domain.

"How is my favorite experiment today~?"