Dirty Little Secret
I was once a male prostitute.
How odd...
Strangely, this admission holds little in the way of embarrassment for me. It's been almost cliche for people I know to suggest this was because I didn't have any pride. They were wrong. My pride is intact. Pride was a part of my conditioning. How else was I supposed go from planet to planet believing I was superior? I was grateful for it.
I was also grateful because I didn't have pride back before I was lead into the room of screams. Most of us didn't, because most of us were cold and hungry. Our colony was dying the slow death of the impoverished, and the majority was willing to do whatever was asked of them for scraps of food. It was a fact of life for us, and it was almost twenty years in the making.
There's no point in offering specifics regarding the depths I sank to. It has been centuries, and there is little to collaborate the number of wealthy colonists I may or may not have allowed to use me for their satisfaction. It is enough to know they were there.
I lived in a very harsh environment. Sometimes I believe my humanity was already fading long before the Cybermen came to finish the job. Other times I believe the Cybermen inadvertently made me a better person. Then I believe they came just in the nick of time.
I am Kroton, and you don't have to be frightened.