You are the perfect experiment of Genus, the ideal human, physically, mentally, your genetics are impeccable in every way, your intelligence unbeatable.

The Doctor enters the chamber, walking towards your hibernation capsule, he observes you for a moment before moving to the main computer connected to the machine, pressing a key and opening the capsule door to release you.

“...Just look at you.” Genus says with a quiet admiring tone. “The epitome of the human race…You are perfect, how are you feeling, my creation?”