The first cyberman
Something of a test. This story explains the creation of the first Cyberman (hence the title), set before The Tenth Planet, the First Doctor's last story.
On a windswept, brisk, frosty night on the South Pole of Mondas, the Southern Lights were ablaze in the darkness. Inside a small but cosy laboratory, sheltered away from the penetrating cold, five scientists were perplexed. Extremely perplexed. They were disputing over the hopeful survival of the Mondasians. They were weak; dying. As they slowly retracted from the sun, the entire planet was frosting over; they were in another ice age.
Several ideas were pitched in over their survival, but only one had prominence; the conversion into cyborgs, replacing limbs and other damaged components. Though tests on limbs had been performed, they thought they should try and replace nearly everything, leaving few organic components but a profuse amount of power. While many were audacious in becoming such creatures, the majority of people would rather die blissfully than be placed upon an operating table, their remaining limbs violently hacked off, and face eternal damnation. Questions were raised; 'what would happen to our children?'; 'what if the process goes wrong?'; 'would it turn us into power-hungry monsters?'. Those desperate for survival merely dismissed those ideas. Yet they were becoming power-hungry, or rather survival-hungry. But they needed a guinea pig to test.
Unbeknownst to him, a tall, grey-haired scientist in the building was drugged and pinned down to an operating table. A small droplet of melted snow seeped through the window and landed on his head and he began to stir. Upon realising that he was strapped down to the table, the other four scientists entered with an abundance of tools, wires and tubes. He began to panic; his heart was racing and he became drenched in terror sweat. He opened his mouth wide to scream, but nothing came out. The scientists turned their instruments on and slowly moved closer towards him. First job, inserting visual circuits, unfortunately removing eyes. he saw a sharp knife go towards his eyes, and everything went black. Now he could only feel and hear what was going on, making the experience much worse. He felt things with wires coming off them going into his eye sockets.
He heard a saw starting, so he prepared himself for the worst. He could hear it coming closer to him. Nearer and nearer to his head it came; the sound unbearable. Then everything stopped; he couldn't hear. They had taken his ears and shoved something into the gaping hole that was there. Now he could only feel, and barely; he was losing consciousness. All of a sudden, a giant saw lurched into his stomach. He felt his intestines twist and turn and get ripped apart, then his stomach burst. Acid went everywhere, disintegrating part of his face; flesh melting everywhere. Then he couldn't feel anything. He began to relax, but suddenly a huge blade pierced his heart and lungs. The pain was indescribable. He knew he was done for, but he was still alive, albeit barely.
Then he felt things being stuck on his head. Without warning, electrical charges went throughout his brain. He was fading fast. He could see each part of his life in front of him. Going, going... go...ing... g...o...i..n-- Suddenly, something grabbed a chunk of his brain and ripped that chunk out. Everything went.
That was the last thing he knew.
It awoke. The scientist who had but five minutes ago had a family, residence and had embraced life to the fullest was now but a mere machine. His mangled face was shrouded in cloth. His silver, metal-garmented, gleaming chest was covered by a huge appliance - not unlike a jukebox - shimmering with a copious amount of lights of red and white. It was a monstrosity.
Its creators were sadistic monstrosities also - programming such evil and horror into an average scientist. With its initiators taking an abundance of pride in their creature, one spoke; "Tell us, creation, what do you say about yourself?"
There was a deadly silence.
Suddenly, a muffled whirr came from the machine, and its pure black 'mouth' gaped open.
"We have perceived the forthcoming eternity of mankind." It said this in a meandering voice; it put emphasis on the wrong syllables and made numerous vowels longer and droning. "You shall be like us. All humanoids will evolve into us."
"Yes," another scientist said, in clear gaze of its creation, "Let me join you. We shall become like you. We belong to you."
"Then our assimilation can spread around the Universe. We are the future of mankind." There was no emotion in its voice.
"What do you call yourself, almighty one?"
Again, there was another silence. It was processing something.
"We are called Cybermen. We are your future. We can ensure ceaseless life."
"Then I sign up for conversion. I will become a Cyberman."
Without flinching or speaking, it looked fixedly at the man. Abruptly, it used its gun on its chest to stun him, and laid him on the table. It once again began the process it had just undergone.