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  The Daleks had put up a good fight, but they were no match for the overwhelming number of Cybermen. With the battle won, the metal monsters gathered the remaining crew and passengers of the space cruiser, moving them aboard their command ship and directly into the cyber-conversion chamber. Among the prisoners was space-adventurer Amy Pond, who had received the space cruiser's SOS and came to aid in any way she could. Over the hundreds of years of their existence, the Cybermen had been working on improving their nanomachine technology. It was a faster method for conversion, especially useful for converting such a large number of humans in a short amount of time, and Amy was about to get a first-hand demonstration. The microscopic computers crawled along her pale skin, eating away at the black suit protecting her. She writhes in pain as they graft onto her flesh, but briefly stops as she's caught off guard by the feeling of a large helmet sliding on top of her head....

  Amelia Pond was just the latest in the long line of those who were brave enough to investigate the strange little police box that had mysteriously appeared out of thin air. Upon entry, Amy (like all the others) discovered the box's secret: it was a disguised alien machine capable of traveling anywhere time and space, and it was looking for a new pilot. Amy hesitated, wondering if she should leave the nice life she had started here in Leadworth with her fiancé Rory in favor of adventures across the universe. The realization that the TARDIS was also a time machine made up her mind for her, she could be gone for weeks and be back in seconds, and Rory would never be the wiser. Donning the black rubber suit provided by the ship that hugged her tall figure like a glove, Amy would confront countless menacing creatures threatening the safety of the innocent across the galaxy, but her most recent escapade appears to be her most dangerous: an SOS message sent out across the ...

  Underneath Cybus Industries' London headquarters lies a chamber known only to one person and one person alone. The complex series of passwords and hidden access points which protects it from the prying eyes of the public (and even those in the company itself) are not stored in a keycard or written on some notebook, but held within the brilliant mind of the company's founder and president, a woman known only as "The Mistress". The Sanctum provides The Mistress with the kind of guaranteed privacy many only dream of that she feels no need for modesty, preferring to shed her stuffy business attire at the latest convenience upon entering her isolated room. Tonight marks not only an ending but also a beginning. The end of a plan decades in the making, kept secret from investors and board members until just hours ago when Cybus manufactured accessories began turning the general public into silver machines. With more than enough supplies to last her a year in the safety of ...

  From the darkness of the laboratory and into the white lights of the corridor stepped out the latest subject of cyber-conversion, a woman who had once called herself Donna Noble mere minuets ago. Standing in the hall waiting for her was the base's Cyber-Commander, who stood beside a middle-aged human female clad in a silver suit. "Donna" stood at attention, her unblinking neon blue eyes staring at the wall in the space between the human and Cyberman, waiting for orders. "YOUR NANO-TECHNOLOGY HAS PROVEN TO BE RELIABLE. WE WILL BEGIN MASS PRODUCTION AND DISTRIBUTION OF THE CYBUS-DISKS." Said the digitized voice of the Commander. The woman smiled "I knew you'd love it. You know, you're lucky we ran into each other when we did. Punching a hole through the barriers between universes was hard enough for a humble business woman like myself, but finding you lot with a similar goal of converting worlds upon worlds was sheer luck. Funny how the...

  It wasn't Taylor's first brand endorsement deal by any means, but budding tech company Cybus Industries had offered her more money than all of those previous businesses combined. While initially wary of such a lucrative offer, it was Swift's agent (and army of lawyers) who made sure that it was indeed a legitimate deal, and it wasn't long until she found herself in the halls of the company's new Silicon Valley headquarters. The secretary stopped before a blue door marked with a silver plaque reading "Dressing Room", twisting the knob and holding it open to allow Taylor to pass. "The studio is through the double doors at the end of the hall." Before Taylor could respond, the door had already closed behind her, followed the immediate click of a deadbolt. Fluorescent lights from above suddenly activated, illuminating the grey walls of hexagonal-shaped room. The chamber was completely devoid of any mirrors or furnishings one would typ...