The newly made cyberman stepped out into the world for the first time. He saw billions of other cybermen and a half dozen very scared looking humans. He thought that he and the other cybermen were superior and the humans were inferior. And he felt, nothing. Because emotions were bad. And bad, the cyberman knew from his past life (or the past life of his brain), was wrong. Good was right. Or was bad right, or left? Or was it write? This jumble of of thoughts comes from emotions, and iit was bad, or was it left, to have them. At any rate, the cyberman was fully functional without them.

Another cyberman stepped up onto a podium, "All the cybermaen from batch K715-plus-sign-9-beta-projat are to report to the cyberleader as soon as possible, this is a mandatory assignment!"

K715-plus-sign-9-beta-projat? That was the cyberman's batch number. He was being summoned to see the cyberleader. The cybrman walked off after the other cyberman from batch K715-plus-sign-9-beta-projat.

When they arrived at the cyberleader's room the cyberman, along with all the others placed his hand over his big C on his chest and said, "We obey!"

"I have chosen this batch of cybermen to carry out my new mission for me." Began the cyberleader. "The Doctor is in the vicinity of our factory and I want four of you to go and either capture or preferably kill him."

The cyberman volunteered himself. He was given a special bomb-pack and instructions- pull the pin and throw it.

The four chosen cybermen walked off in the direction of the Doctor and split up to find him. The cyberman spotted him and ran over.

"Doctor!" he called out.

The Doctor stopped and turned around, "Yes-um?"

The cyberman took out his bomb-pack pulled out the pin and threw it. Yes, he threw the pin.

"No!" screamed the Doctor, "Run!" and the Doctor ran off.

The cyberman dropped his bomb-pack by his right foot. Then it blewup. The cyberman was launched into the air most of his right leg was torn off, and his right and a left foot were ripped off after the impact of landing back on the ground.

The cyberman sighed, "They don't make me like they used to."

Authors note: This is just a random idea I came up with because I recently, like as in really recently purchased a damaged cyberman action figure. And I thought, hmm, he needs a way cool story about how he got damaged, and here is his first chapter. Look up the damaged action figures if you don't know about them, there was only about 3000 ever made.

DISCLAIMER: Thanks to 6actionfigures who pointed out that I forgot this before. All I own is my damaged cyberman. Otherwise the Doctor would have way more than twelve measly regenerations.