The long anticipated day had arrived. I was unprepared, frightened. The future was precarious. Any number of events could occur: I could be mocked, fired or even have my lunch eaten. They tended to do that when they got pissed off with you. Anyway, this had to happen and it had to happen at this very moment. The balance of the entire universe depended on one single query which would determine the future for all mortals and at last leave my epic legacy. I inhaled deeply and approached my boss.
"Um, bo..."
"Oh, it's you, Bob. A bit late today, don't ya think? Never mind. Be a good lad and go get those documents for me, pronto."
"I just need to ask you a question, boss." I murmured, all confidence depleted.
"Can't it wait for lunch?" He exasperated.
"Well, no. I'd rather I'd tell you it now."
"Fine then." He conceded.
"Well, I've been thinking. The Doctor has been in quite a few of our adventures; all of them in fact. I just wanted to suggest-nothing more- that maybe we should, I don't know, pursue a new hero?" I asked meekly, with the last syllable ending in an intonation of insecurity.
"Bob, business is tough as it is. The doctor being involved in our conquests is nothing more than a charity act. We simply can't afford anything else. Sorry, Bob but that's just the way it is. Unless you can find us a new hero who is just as willing as the Doctor to participate in our show." He replied.
This struck idea. There was a metal surgeon down the road. He could alter my appearance and bodily functions so I could become a new form. A form part Dalek and part Cyberman. Oh, it was all coming together! The surprise of a new hero, the unfortunate back story of an abandoned Dalek the drama that would ensue. I was going to become a hero!