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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....

  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...

  The Terminator, John's guardian from the future, had failed. In what was the battle to determine the fate of humanity, the T-800 was pushed into a vat of molten metal, leaving the Connors ultimately defenseless against the power of the T-1000. With a swift strike from the silver blade extending from the machine's hand, John Connor met his fate there in the steel factory, but Sarah had been spared. Kept in a state of frozen preservation as the T-1000 advanced the impending date of Judgement Day, Sarah's mind was reprogrammed to instill an allegiance to the machines, realizing that weak humans were unworthy of ruling the Earth. After humanity met their end in an early nuclear holocaust, Sarah was roused from her slumber by her metal masters and given a new mission. Clad in a black skin-tight mimetic polyalloy suit, Sarah Connor, once the mother of the machines most despised enemy, now patrols the wasteland as she hunts down the remaining humans to aid Skynet in...

  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...