The New Humans

1- Prologue

September 17, 2031

Finally, it's done! The team and I have completed the assembling of our Renewing Device. The pieces that fell from the sky eight months ago have connected in a way that we managed to get right, after so long. Operation Novus Sapiens will commence tonight. I will write one more entry after this, to record the results, then I will be off, with the power of the stars in my open hands! If, of course, it works.

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I opened the door of the TARDIS hesitantly. Where on Earth was I? Or, maybe more accurately, when on Earth was I? Or for that matter, had I even landed on Earth?

Yes, I had. One glance outside told me that. Foggy, rainy, glum... I was in London. From the taste of a raindrop I cought on my tongue, sometime in the 2030s. Well, I wasn't far off. I was aiming for the 2000s, maybe pop in to see what New Year's parties were like back then? Oh, well. When Sexy takes me somewhere I don't want to go, I'd better listen to her, or I have to watch my back.

I walked out of the TARDIS and locked it behind me. I looked around. No screams of horror, no burning buildings, no dinosaurs (which was rather disappointing), but... where was I supposed to go?

I aimlessly walked down the nearest street, still silently moping about the lack of dinosaurs, when I realized that the road I was on was Sapien Avenue, aka the headquarters of Sapien Laboratories, the huge science enterprise. Speaking of which... I had never been inside.

I walked right in.

Rather boring, really. White walls, white tiling, blah, blah, BORING. Where was the-?

Aha! There, a door that had a sign reading EMPLOYEES ONLY. That meant science. And science meant me.

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The door clicked open and I whirled around. This area was supposed to be classified, how did he even get in? The door was locked and sealed with a key-card unlocking system...

Whoever-it-was squinted at me and poked my chest. "You're the head scientist here? Doctor... Panayo? Nice to meet you," he said, all very fast, and shook my hand before turning away and poking around the lab. What was he doing?

"I don't mean to be rude," I told him, rather more harshly than I had wanted to, "but... what are you-"

"Oh, yes, of course you do," he said impatiently. "Very nice place. Yes... But what's this?" He had pulled aside the cloth that covered the Renewing Device. He narrowed his eyes.

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I narrowed my eyes. This looked like a-- But it couldn't be a-- How-?

Memories flashed through my mind.

"I am the Doctor, and YOU ARE THE DALEKS!"

World War 2. Winston Churchill, Doctor Bracewell, the Ironside Project... No! Impossible! Left over from the Time War, a piece of the highest technology known to Time Lords... The Progenitor Device, the last one. The one that created The New Dalek Paradigm. The New Dalek Race.

My eyes opened wide. This was impossible. All the Progenitor Devices had been destroyed, except for that one used by the Daleks back in World War 2. How had the scientists found it? It simply wasn't possible.

"How did you get this?" I asked slowly to that fat idiot, Panayo. He blinked at me.

"Well, you see, my team of scientists and I built it ourselves-"

I remembered how Doctor Bracewell thought that he had built the Daleks himself and I wondered if something like that was happening here. Still, I couldn't control my anger.