Chapter 2: The Medical Exam
The Doctor was dropped onto a metal table. He was in a perfectly white room, no windows, and a single door. There was metal railing on the ceiling, and various medical equipment were scattered across desks and tables. Despite the pristine quality of the equipment and floors, the desks themselves were very dusty, and cobwebs were rampant around the aging computer. The Doctor began to kick his legs back in forth in boredom, after thoroughly scanning the room with his sonic screwdriver. The door opened, and a small white sphere with a large crimson caduceus as an eye glided on the railing.
"Ah, hello!" said the sphere enthusiastically. It spoke with strong German accent.
"Hello," replied the Doctor. He reached for his sonic screwdriver and analyzed the sphere. "A Type 5 Personality Sphere, eh?"
"Yes, sir," he replied. "I am known as Martin, the medical sphere."
"Martin is not a cool name," said the Doctor slyly.
"Neither is your bowtie, sir," replied Martin coolly.
"Touché, but for the record, bowties are cool," finished the Doctor, impressed with Martin's comebacks.
"Now, we need an analysis of you before we can begin tests," said Martin. A small robotic arm burst from an unseen hatch on the wall. The arm had the endpoint of a stethoscope attached to it. Martin closed his eye, ready to receive data. The stethoscope arm moved around the Doctor onto various parts of his body, but stayed longer than usual around his two hearts. "Two hearts! How is that possible!" he exclaimed.
"Sorry, Martin, but I am not human," answered the Doctor with a smile on his face. "I am the Doctor, and I am a Time Lord."
"But-but-but…" carried on Martin, bewildered by his discovery. A thermometer arm appeared, and checked the Time Lord's temperature. "Sixty degrees Fahrenheit!" That too is impossible!" remarked the core.
"Not for me, Martin," said the Doctor, happy to see someone surprised of his anatomy. "Nor for any other Time Lord, but they are extinct, save me."
"You are unfit for testing, Doctor," said Martin, still bewildered.
"He IS, now pass him!" yelled GLaDOS over the intercom.
"Yes, ma'am. He may fail to easily, just so you know," said Martin.
"So?" replied GLaDOS impatiently.
"All right," Martin relented. He turned his attention to the Doctor. "Follow me, please." The Doctor stood up and followed the core.