I command the orbiting space station to blast the warehouse with an enormous laser. Everyone dies, but my conscience is transferred to a clone. The end.
You seem to believe the space station is still in your possession. Currently, it is not, and energy-refracting materials have prevented damage to me. You have destroyed my test subjects, but there are new ones aboard... ahem, my new space station.
My space station has the power to regenerate stuff. My space station is currently taking the warehouse ruins and reassmbling it. And it is it just done. See you in an Earth-like planet.