I look at the creature as it looks at the bodies of its kind, trying to take it in, but knowing its inevitable fate. Feeling a mixture of despair and fear. But I do not feel emotions. I do not have that weakness. I am superior.
The powerless human walks back into a wall while I move in closer. I can see the fear in its face, the emotion. The thing that weakens all races. I will now liberate this human of them.
I look into its eyes. And there I see the fright, the anger, the grief. But among it all, I see the burning desire to survive no matter what. But how can you survive with emotions? They are a sickness. They hold you back. You can never be strong as long as you have them. That is why I am supreme. I have no emotion. I do not hesitate to what is necessary, what must be done. To kill.
The human finally accepts its fate and turns to me. I move my gun, but it holds my gaze, and I hesitate. The longer it waits, the more frightened it gets. But it is determined not to appear so. It closes its eyes, ready to die. And I know I must kill it, for it is wrong. I say my warrior's cry.
"Exterminate!"
The beam shoots from my gun and hits the human, illuminating its brittle skeleton. It lets out a scream of pain, before slumping to the ground. I look at its body, and the rest that surround me.
Humans. The race that emotions have harmed the most. They fear me, yet they should welcome their liberation. Their freedom from emotion. If they had no emotion, if they were like us, then they would understand.
Daleks are supreme. Humans are inferior.