Benefactors
Hmm, the Cyberplotbunnies are knocking today; big, scary semi-cyborgised bunnies with big guns. That thing below is the physical side of the old silver nemeses, this drabble is my attempt to understand what makes them tick. Once again, I do not own Doctor Who or the Cybermen, that would be the BBC and their original creators.
In the beginning was the word. Life eternal; no pain, no fear, no death; no sickness, no weariness of age. We travel the stars; benefactors, selfless missionaries, so that others might live. We bring them our word; some see the light, and convert. Whosoever embraces our word will be granted eternal life; enduring metal and imperishable plastic to replace weak flesh. We make them stronger, quicker, cleverer. We make them better, wherever we find them. Some do not embrace the word; some resist. This is illogical, inexplicable. Who cannot see the benefits? Who would not want to be like us?