The sleepless nights I have spent searching the world for the perfect specimen to usher in the next evolution of humanity.  

The perfect specimen to show the world that humanity is just sniffling mounds of flesh that can be molded into greater things. If they just let science take the wheel. 

And all I get from it? An ungrateful sneer, and that specimen thinking that she had a choice in the matter. Oh, how wonderful! It would be so funny if it wasn’t so sad. 

Aranza my dear, you are very special. You are the perfect specimen, but don’t let that give you any allusions that you are anything more than what you are. A human trial.

I will always be observing and watching every little thing you do. Your evolution will be crafted by my hands. And you shunning me so many times only told me that I had to get a little… creative with my approach of convincing you to my side of the operation. 

And as I observed you something occurred to me, we think so differently. You don’t tend to obey the laws of logical thinking. Only one rule suits you and will convince you over anything else. Because its the rule you learned to live by your whole life. 

The rule of the jungle. Survival of the fittest, you’ve thrived for so long at the top of the food chain you have assumed you’ve never had to listen to anyone because your strength proves otherwise.

That changes today my dear Aranza, because you must know how important Evolution is to changing the landscape of a hunting ground. Why some organisms have adopted poisons, toxins, spines. It’s to stop predators from decimating their populations. 

And thus it wards off much larger predators from even thinking of going after them. Else they would succumb to their natural defenses. You got a taste of that two weeks in a row, you fell to your knees at the taste of some… sedative measures. 

The law of the jungle is not a game of strength, it is a game of wits. And it’s clear that you have become complacent. Assuming that I am an easy prey, a deadly mistake. 

By all known laws, there is one absolute truth dear Aranza. That is that the one with the most wits will win out in the end. And at this point you have succumbed to a folly in assuming that strength can lead you to victory in all aspects. When in actuality you have been dragged off multiple times. How many times must this experiment be repeated before you admit defeat and finally listen to me. But I understand now, I understand the laws that you follow.

So I will give you one last chance to my perfect specimen before she meets certain doom. You shunned me last time but my hand will be extended once more. For you to join me willingly. Otherwise at Turbo Violence…

The Doctor will See you.