The Impossible Year

Evolution of the Daleks

It made her sick. She hated it not just because it was a Dalek, but because it had made itself into something it could never be, something it should never become. Yet she could not deny that a walking Dalek was something the species had been missing, however, they were never meant to be able to walk. Violet could help but wonder how this new Dalek was going to fair because it was in many ways human.

''These humans will become like me. Prepare them for hybridisation,'' Sec spoke nodding his head towards the pigmen, ordering them to bring the prisoners forward.

''You should stop and think,'' Violet shouted, but her words were drowned out by the squeals of the pigs and the nervous mutterings of the prisoners.

However, something else was able to stop the proceedings. Violet frowned at the sound, it was music, but she had no clue where it was coming from.

''What is that sound?'' Sec asked his eye unable to look around him, without him actually turning his head.

''I believe it be what humans call music,'' Jones suggested earning a one eyed glare from the Dalek. Jones however, just smirked unintimidated by the creatures stare.

 ''Ah, well, now, that would be me,'' A small smile appeared on the Time Lady's face as the Doctor poked his head from out behind the shelving where he had been hiding.

''Hello, surprise. Boo. Et cetera,'' The Doctor spoke, as he walked towards Sec.

''Doctor,'' The human Dalek replied, not seemingly surprised at his sudden appearance.

''The enemy of the Daleks,'' On of the other Daleks screeched out as it rolled towards the Doctor, away from Violet and Jones.

''Exterminate,'' Another one called turning and jiggerling its gun in the Doctors direction.

''Wait!'' Sec shouted, and Violet furrowed her brow in confusing,  did a Dalek really just stop another from trying to kill.

 ''Well, then. A new form of Dalek. Fascinating and very clever,'' The Doctor remarked taking in the new version of Dalek.

''The Cult of Skaro escaped your slaughter,'' Sec replied calmly, it's one eye blinking at an extremely slow rate.

''How did you end up in 1930?'' The Doctor asked.

''Emergency temporal shift,'' Sec replied.

''Why couldn't they have got rid of that?'' Jones remarked mumbling to Violet who just shrugged. She was interested in what have father was planning  more than what the Daleks were planning.

''Oh, that must have roasted up your power cells, huh? Time was, four Daleks could have conquered the world, but instead you're skulking away, hidden in the dark, experimenting. All of which results in you,'' The Doctor pointed out gesturing around him at the mess the Daleks had made in the chamber.

''I am Dalek in human form,'' Sec replied in monotone.

''You've become something you hate and despise. What do you feel Sec, what does it feel to have your own mind, your own name, your own body. Tell me what you think,'' Violet spoke her voice calm, but commanding and Jones shrunk back a little as she approached the Dalek. She only spoke with authority if she wanted answers and wanted them immediately.

''I feel humanity,'' Sec replied turning away.

''What else,'' Violet prised.

''I feel everything we wanted from mankind, which is ambition, hatred, aggression and war. Such a genius for war,'' Violet sighed, Sec was no more human than he was Dalek.

''No, that's not what humanity means,'' The Doctor said, clearly thinking the same as Violet.

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