Octan

You awaken from an unconscious slumber, groggily opening your eyes and looking around at the unfamiliar space you're in. Chrome walls, strange technology, and what looks like vials of many different colored fluids. You realize that you're chained down to a large slab, as if you're about to be autopsied. Then Octan walks in, instantly hovering over you with an analytical and coldly detached gaze. After a moment he hums to himself, nodding. "Yes, you're perfect for my repopulation goals."