A while back another author's crossover of Starfleet dealing with the Cybermen seen in Earthshock and Attack of the Cybermen impressed me, and I wrote my own crossover, but I was never happy about it. So, I've revamped the series.
Yes, the Borg will appear.
The Cybermen here are like the Cybus Cybermen, but thanks to the more advanced technology they have available they'll have the armour of Cybus Cybermen, the human-like moves of Earthshock Cybermen, and yet they will move like the robots in I, Robot.
I own nothing.
Please let me know what you think.
Cybermen- The Ultimate Act of Survival.
David Kilgarriff sighed, ignoring the wheezing that came out of his lungs through practiced effort - the pain would never go away, but he had been in agony like this for so long it had gradually become easy to ignore, even though his body was falling apart with each day - and gazed with pride as he glanced around the testing area. The old abandoned warehouse which had somehow managed to survive the end of World War III was hardly an auspicious place for such a demonstration never mind serve as a decent laboratory or a workshop, but it would do for now since he was going to be moving his operation soon. This was the moment he had hoped for.
Kilgarriff slowly walked forwards, feeling and smiling unconsciously when he heard the sound of the servo motors of his cybernetic legs as he marched across the floor. He had been preparing for this moment for so long, in order to fight off the terrible effects launched by the ECON all of those years ago - he was surprised he had actually lasted as long as he had, really, but he had managed it thanks to a number of radical surgeries which had replaced his radiation shattered body parts like his lungs which had long since been replaced by prosthetics even though his body was too delicate for the surgeries needed to replace his windpipe, his heart, and some of his other organs, which were replaced by machine parts which not only performed the work better than ever, but they were more durable and lasted longer. Even better they didn't suffer from the spread of his cancer and the other damage his body had taken when ECON had launched its few biological arsenals on the world in an insane bid to dominate the world and stamp out anyone who didn't conform to their beliefs.
Kilgarriff's entire family was killed in the war while he had been fairly young himself, and he had been left clinging to life by mere threads and he had been forced to grow up after graduating from MIT only to end up with virtually nothing, and his health suffered. When his family had died, Kilgarriff had taken over their family business and he worked with it to change the world.
To ensure he survived, Kilgarriff, an engineer himself, quickly threw himself into the field of cybernetic research in an attempt to save his life, inspired by cyborgs like Darth Vader or General Grievous from Star Wars. He remembered the years of work which had gone into his research, barely able to hang on and occasionally needed the aid of nurses and doctors who were forced to work with what was available despite the fact he had enough wealth and resources for them to do what he wanted them to do, all the time working on designing his cybernetic technology.
When First Contact had taken place, Kilgarriff's company had been one of the few organisations which had still been left standing even though there weren't that many people who saw the value in money, but the development of new computers and technologies in the aftermath of the war had exploded. With access to Vulcan technology, humanity had slowly but surely been getting back on its feet, but the Vulcan biochemists were having problems with human biology. At first, he had hoped they might be able to help him, but they hadn't.
Coming to a halt to a rickety old table, Kilgarriff couldn't help but smile even as he rested one of his cybernetic limbs on the console in front of him. A powerful light reminiscent of a surgical room thudded into life.
In front of him was a large surgical bench, specially made and adapted for this operation. Lying on top of the bench was an enormous figure some would likely mistake for a robot, but he knew better.
For a very long time, David Kilgarriff, CEO of Cyber Industries, had known the human race was at a dead end. Evolutionarily speaking. In some ways he believed the extreme scientists involved with Project Chrysalis which saw the introduction of augments like Khan Noonien Singh were right; the human race needed to evolve, and he was firmly of the opinion the only reason people were scared of the thought of genetic augmentation was because of their fear. But at the same time, he could see how the scientists and the arguments and the others involved in the unholy mess of the Eugenics Wars had gone about it all in the wrong way. If they hadn't made so many mistakes, the Third World War would likely never have happened.
Unfortunately, he was no augment. His genetic structure hadn't been refined or developed to the point where he could just shrug off radiation sickness which had developed into life-threatening cancer, and his immune system wouldn't have needed to tackle so many bioweapons which had seen dozens of immunisations to the point where he was still alive, but suffering. It had all become clear to him when he had received his first cybernetics. They were his chest organ replacements, his heart, lungs, and some of his ribcage, and his arms. Once he had adjusted and adapted himself to the new implants, he had noted how better they were despite the pain he was still in. His new limbs were stronger and more efficient than his organic versions had been even before the war. Thanks to the prosthetics he had received, Kilgarriff had begun to wonder, what if you could somehow make somebody into a cyborg.
Kilgarriff flicked a switch. He waited a few minutes, but then his creation began to move, the large and sturdy metallic legs and arms flexed as if the creature was waking up from a deep sleep. Then it sat up and got off of the table. Once it reached its full height of 7ft, towering over him, Kilgarriff smiled at what he had created. It was effortlessly and easily the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life. It was a metal giant, a great metal silver-coloured giant, and it had taken years of work until he had perfected the design.
"Skin of metal," Kilgarriff spoke, his voice a croaky, slightly computerised voice which came from the vocal processor which had replaced his voice box long ago, "and a body which shall never age, or die. I envy it. Do you know me?"
His creation was silent.
"Answer. Do you know me?" Kilgarriff tried again, thinking his creation was just adjusting to having its brain adjust to the new exoskeleton.
"You are David Kilgarriff."
Kilgarriff smiled as he listened to the flat, emotionless computer voice of his creation. "Excellent. Now, you shall need a name," he went on, thinking about how long he had waited for this moment. "I created you, therefore you shall be named by me. I shall name you…. The Cyberman."