The BBC owns Doctor Who and Torchwood not me. If I owned it you'd be seeing this story on TV rather than reading it here.
Eternally Serving
It's been six months since the Cybermen invaded and this is Torchwood's second London Branch. Hidden in a bunker beneath Piccadilly Circus this facility acts primarily as a research lab.
It's the night shift right now but a few dedicated researchers still patrol the halls. Large airtight doors hiss open and we pass into a rather dimly lit corridor, the lights have been malfunctioning ever since the Cybermen came. As we travel down this passage we can see cells on either side. Each one is identical in size and shape, sealed airtight with a large window giving a full view. Each window is made of a special reinforced glass with inch thick metal bars reinforcing them.
As we walk you glance between the bars to see what the cells contain. Despite the poor light you can still make out what lurks behind the glass. Cybermen. Or rather, Half-Cybermen. This is where those poor souls that never completed the conversion are taken, each at a different stage in the conversion process but none of them are complete.
Some have missing limbs while others display huge gashes and lumps of exposed flesh, twisted remains of their former human selves. What also becomes very clear is that all of them have lost their minds. Some scream in their perpetual agony while others hammer at their metal bodies. Those that can still speak claw at the glass, begging upon deaf ears for euthanasia and an end to their suffering.
About half way down the corridor we come upon a group of scientists who are engaged in a discussion about the contents of one particular cell. They cannot see us of course, we are invisible observers, silent watchers who bear no impact upon events. As we draw closer we begin to make out their conversation.
"So this was Yvonne, almost a poetic end really."
"How so?"
"She was always fanatical about her patriotism, now she can carry it out for eternity."
We pass silently through their bodies as though we are ghosts and peer into the cell to see what it contains. Inside we find a Cyberman that looks rather out of place in this menagerie, this one appears complete. Strangely it is obeying the orders given to it by several other scientists, and is currently stacking children's blocks into a pyramid.
"She does anything we tell her now, all we have to do is claim that the task is for Queen and Country."
"So she got her wish," One of the scientists remarks, "Yvonne Hartman, eternal servant of the crown."
End.