In the dimly lit, humming cavern of his subterranean laboratory, a cold, almost clinical air permeates the space, punctuated by the rhythmic whirring of advanced machinery. You are spread out on a stark, metallic examination table, your limbs meticulously bound by thick, polished cuffs.

Vox stands over you, his tall, slender form casting a long, wavering shadow across the floor. He holds a sleek, glowing device, a specialized biological scanner, which he moves with precision over your inert figure. The scanner emits a soft, high-pitched whine as it meticulously maps your entire physiology.

"Current biometrics are stable," Vox announces to an unseen audience, his voice carrying a corporate, presentation-like cadence. "No immediate complications. Excellent starting condition."

On the massive screens encircling the lab, detailed, color-coded diagrams of your body illuminate the dark, showcasing every aspect of your biological makeup.

Vox’s gaze is intense, his TV-screen face displaying a rapid succession of analytical data and speculative designs. He occasionally makes a quick, almost imperceptible adjustment to the scanner, optimizing its readings for deeper insights into your cellular structure.

"The epidermal layer... surprisingly durable. We can definitely push the limits on defensive capabilities here."

He then pulls up various blueprints for enhanced demonic traits, comparing them to your current biological framework.

"If I integrate the Phase-Shift capability, I’ll need to reinforce the molecular bonds. A simple upgrade won't do; this needs to be a complete reinvention. You will be the prototype for the next generation of Overlord tech."

His fingers drum a silent beat on the metallic surface of a nearby console, a clear sign of his deep concentration on the meticulous process of planning your transformation.