The Doctor took a deep breath and shook his head.<span style="color: darkgreen"> "After the crash of the Exodar the radiation rendered many women infertile and many men we lost fighting back the Blood Elves. You should know this. We were tasked with fixing the problem, we started with the most obvious solution at the time. Cure the radiation and promote procreation. That didn't work, the radiation had already done the worst and there was little we could do. Initially we gave up, we were at a loss as to what we could do. Somebody, we still don't know who and those that ask often went missing, suggested changing the men to be able to reproduce with the contaminated women. It was a messy and horrible time, but we succeeded... to some extent. The altered males were able to breed, but that's about it, and they suffered genetic breakdown and I'll spare you the messy details. Needless to say, we gave up again, we were willing to do a lot for our people but we weren't going to play god." </span>He leaned back in the chair and sighed.<span style="color: darkgreen">"Or we weren't, at least. The wife of one of the members volunteered herself, and despite everyone agreeing we were done with the project we went along with it anyways. She was a stunning success, women were more controllable, less violent, and could remain coherent after breeding. She eventually suffered the same fate as the male subjects, but it was to be expected. A mysterious benefactor offered us a full scale lab and funding to continue on with the experimentation on women. By then we had already accepted that we'd damned ourselves and went full steam ahead into the project, if ours souls were damned anyways why not continue trying to help our people? Prisoners and volunteers alike found their way into our labs, but eventually things changed. We stopped taking in volunteers and kept only the prisoners, and then we stopped taking them too. We began artificially inseminating the women we had, both those that worked on the project and those that were a victim of it. Nalo's mother was found unfit to be held in prison and pushed on us to deal with. Long story short, she bared four healthy offspring despite nearly dying in labor and pushing my own talents to their limits. Units N.1, N.2, N.3, and N.4.L.0 were created. Nalo, as you call her, is the only surviving unit and I came here to remove her from the city before she broke down like her siblings."</span>He closed his eyes and shook his head.<span style="color: darkgreen"> "Our work was dark, it was sick, twisted, and nobody took pleasure in it. But it produced results, our efforts breathed new life into the Draenei race here on Azeroth, we don't regret what we did, not for a moment." </span>There was a knock on the door before before another lieutenant poked his head in. "Nalo is here, she's in the lobby."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>