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Evolution of the Daleks

"I am your future"

Safe to say, Raelle was horrified. She could feel the Doctor tense beside her; Frank looking like he was going to throw up.

"These humans will become like me. Prepare them for hybridisation." It commanded, it's words still stagnant in adjusting to the new human body it possesses. The pigmen move towards the group, grabbing and dragging people.

They wasted no time grabbing Raelle and Frank. "Hey!" She shouted, as they began to drag her. Her head jerked back to where the Doctor was, only to find him gone. Great.

A lighthearted, old tune had started to play, causing everyone to stop in their paces, looking around for the source. "What is that sound?" Dalek Sec commands.

"Ah" The Doctor drawls, emerging from behind the group, radio in hand. "Well, now, that would be me." He turns off the radio, setting it down before him, before walking over to Dalek Sec. "Hello. Surprise. Boo. Et cetera." He grins.

"Doctor." It jeered.

"The enemy of the Daleks." "Exterminate."

"Wait!" Dalek Sec halts the other Daleks attacks; the Doctor wasting no time to assess the new form of Dalek Sec, even when surrounded by Daleks.

"Well, then." He falsely gawks. "A new form of Dalek. Fascinating and very clever."

"The Cult of Skaro escaped your slaughter." It hisses.

"How did you end up in 1930?"

"Emergency temporal shift." Raelle was still being held by the slaves, alongside Frank, eyeing the Doctor where he stands.

"Oh" He laughed, amused. "That must have roasted up your power cells, huh?" He observed the Daleks around him, looking for any sort of difference or weakness. "Time was, four Daleks could have conquered the world." He teased. "But instead you're skulking away, hidden in the dark, experimenting. All of which results in you." He looks back to Dalek Sec.

"I am Dalek in human form."

"What does it feel like? You can talk to me, Dalek Sec. It is Dalek Sec, isn't it? That's your name? You've got a name and a mind of your own. Tell me what you're thinking right now."

" I feel humanity." He shyed away, looking away.

"Good. That's good."

"I feel everything." It continues, looking back at the Doctor again. "We wanted from mankind, which is ambition, hatred, aggression and war. Such a genius for war."

"No, that's not what humanity means." The Doctor shakes his head.

"I think it does. At heart, this species is so very Dalek."

"All right, so what have you achieved then, with this Final Experiment, eh? Nothing!." He shouts. "Because I can show you what you're missing with this thing. A simple little radio." He pats the radio he put down before.

"What is the purpose of that device?"

"Well, exactly. It plays music. What's the point of that? Oh, with music, you can dance to it, sing with it, fall in love to it." He purposely looks the Daleks in their eyestalks, emotions they clearly won't be able to register. "Unless you're a Dalek of course. Then it's all just noise."

Without warning, the Doctor points his sonic screwdriver towards the radio, making the radio music sound like it's broken. A loud broken siren noise, causing the Daleks and slaves to scream; grabbing their ears and distracting them. "Run!"