Above Sol III's Moon
The silver ship lurked on the far side of the moon. The only indication that it wasn't drifting was the glow of the thrusters as the pilot adjusted the ship's position.
Inside the ship was as silent as the outside. The atmosphere had only enough oxygen for sound to travel through the ship and enough heat to keep the various parts from freezing.
None of the crew needed either. They had not needed it since their conversion. They had all been human or various hominids at one point. They each had a different home worlds and culture. They spoke different languages. They had their own ideas, prejudices, ideas, hopes and dreams.
Until their homes had been invaded and they had been captured. Some went willingly. Most were taken by force. Regardless, their ends were the same. They had all become Cybermen. Stripped of emotion and individuality, they were all made exactly alike. Everything they had been was lost. They felt nothing. No joy, nor sadness. No anger or fear. They were little more than empty metal shells and flashing lights.
They would have looked at home in a jousting tournament. Their heads looked like helmets with expressionless steel faces. Their eyes were dark grids for eyes and their mouths an unmovable slits filled with blue lights and sensors. Their bodies were shells of thick, steel armor plates. The only breaks where in areas where the Cybermen could bend. These gaps were protected by a chainmail like material.
All of them, except one, were identical in every way. The one that was different had black trimming around its face, and the clear bubble in the forehead, revealing the transplanted brain, suspended in chemicals that kept it functioning.
One of the other Cybermen turned towards the black trimmed one. "Cyberleader," the Cyberman droned. "Conversion chambers are ready. A city has been selected for upgrading."
The Cyberleader turned to face the speaker. "Begin descent to the planet," it said in the same mechanical monotone. "Initiate phase one.."
Tokyo, Japan: Sanya (The Poor District)
3 Weeks Later
The streets were drenched with freezing rain. The many homeless in the district huddled under whatever they could to find warmth or a dry spot. They huddled under awnings, in alleys, even under already soaked blankets and cardboard boxes.
Most of them took no notice of the three pure black trucks that slowly rumbled by. They would have been almost invisible in the darkness of night had it not been for the few streetlights that threw off a sickly yellow glow.
The trucks came to a halt in the middle of the street. As there was almost no traffic, it made no difference to the few passing motorists. But the homeless took note. Things that stood out often boded ill for them.
As they watched, the backs of the trucks' trailers opened, bathing the street in silvery light. People wearing blinking earpieces stepped out of the cabs before quickly pulling down ramps that led into the trailers. Once that was done, an elderly gentleman walked to the middle of the street, seemingly oblivious to the rain that soaked him. He stretched out his arms, as if he could embrace the entire district.
"People of the street!" He said in a deep resonant voice. "We have brought you food and shelter! Please, come and make yourselves warm and full! There is enough food for all!"
The assembled vagabonds made no move towards the trucks. After a moment of this, the man repeated himself. This time, a few of the homeless stepped forward and let themselves be ushered into the waiting trucks. After a few minutes, they left the trucks with steaming bowls of soup and thick coats wrapped around them.
When the others saw this, there was a mad dash to the trucks. After a few minutes of chaos, the attendants organized the homeless into three groups, which were then herded aboard the trailers and crammed inside until every homeless person on the block was contained in one of the trailers. At some unspoken command, the attendants shut the trailer doors and pulled up the ramps.
The attendants silently re-entered the truck cabs. Once the doors were all shut, the trucks drove away with their human cargo, leaving a near-empty street behind them.