Day Eight: A Cyberman
The Cybership is a vast thing indeed; walls of steel shine with the aid of bright white artificial lights, long corridors with roofs ten feet high stretch the length of the ship and huge elevators take my fellow Cybermen between the different floors.
I currently stomp along one of the corridors alone. My boots make a satisfying din on the floor.
Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.
All I can hear is the dull thrumming of the huge engines and my boots.
Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.
Then suddenly: "Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way..."
It is a horrible, agonising (if I could feel pain) sound and I place my metal hands on my metal handles in an attempt to lessen the noise. If anything it gets louder still, so I remove my hands.
"...Oh what fun it is to ride on a one-horse..."
"Ahhh!" I cry, the agony of the terribly out-of-tune singing blaring in my handles causes me to stop stomping the corridor and shake.
"...Dashing through the snow..."
I search my data-banks for the voice print related to the song, and it comes up with a simple answer.
Doctor.
The greatest enemy of the Cybermen is here, on this ship and making my handles into a pair of headphones.
He must be deleted.
I try my upmost to ignore the irritating noise filling my head and stomp along the corridor once more.
"Through." Stomp. "The." Stomp. "Fields." Stomp. "We." Stomp. "Go."
I arrive at my destination, a secondary flight deck that very rarely contains any Cybermen. There is no door, just an opening in the wall.
The Cybermen have no need of doors.
In the room is the Doctor, sworn enemy of the Cybermen singing into a microphone tunelessly. He is facing away from me and he doesn't hear me enter despite my want to make a very loud and stompy entrance. I am mildly disappointed on this front.
"Laughing all the way, ha ha ha..." the Doctor sings, rocking his body from side to side with the music.
I have heard enough – my handles feel like they're about to explode.
"Doctor!"
On the sound of his name he stops singing and whips around to face me, a massive idiotic grin on his stupid, rectangular face. My handles can breathe again.
"You will be deleted!" I shout, finishing the only part of my plan I had planned.
"Aw, come on, Stompy," he says and I think I like that name, "wasn't it a wonderful song?"
"No. What have you done to my handles?" I ask as I can't help wondering what on Mondas he's doing.
"I was just spreading the Christmas cheer. I connected my microphone to the network and it was blasted into all of your ears/handles," he explains with a grin, holding the silver microphone up for me to see. "Genius or what?"
I guess I'm supposed to answer this.
"It is what."
"You were supposed to say genius." It is his turn to look mildly disappointed.
"Not genius. What."
"Fine," the Doctor huffs, folding his arms across his tweedy chest and pouting.
"You will be deleted," I say again, regaining my composure.
The Doctor sighs. "Always with the deleting..." he mumbles under his breath, but the circuits in my handles still pick it up.
"Delete!" I shout again, raising my arm and starting my stomp towards him. I stomp in fourth gear, moving to fifth as I make it halfway across the room. The Doctor raises his arm and there is a leather-covered device on it. He presses a few buttons and disappears with a crackle of energy and flash of blue light.
When the others come I will say that he overpowered me, and not that I got jammed in my gears.