Chapter 9

Dalek Khan glided into a special lab that was situated in the lower basement of the hospital. Large chambers were dotted all over the room, surrounded by three scientists. They all looked drained and tense as most had been working non-stop ever since the Dalek had given the order to start the work, knowing that they would suffer death if they didn't.

Every chamber had ten humanoids inside. On closer inspection they looked dead but they were in fact asleep, patiently waiting to be released.

"Report!"

Instantly, a squat Vitian man with bright blue hair, rushed from the nearest chamber.

"E-Everything is going as planned, my lord," he replied, sweating nervously, unable to look at the Dalek out of fear.

"Good, so the method is working well?" it replied, looking directly at him, sending shivers down the poor scientists spine.

"Y-Yes, my lord. The replacement of the Vitian DNA for your DNA was…I mean… is a brilliant idea."

"I have no need of your opinion or flattery," retorted the Dalek

"Of course," squeaked the scientist, "sorry… didn't mean to offend," he laughed nervously, then swallowed nervously trying to stem off the involuntary shakes that were threatening to overwhelm him.

"And the conditioning?" it asked, ignoring his reply

"That is going well also. We are currently feeding images, sounds and histories into the minds of every…um…being, so they know who and what they are," replied the scientist, "as you commanded."

"What of the emotions?"

"All emotions are being wiped out…as requested…leaving only hatred, anger and others but…," replied the scientist

"But what?" it asked, coldly

"But what about compassion, sense of being…," he began,

Silence fell between them. The Dalek looked at him dispassionately, like he was disgusted at him while knowing that he would never understand because as far as it was concerned he was an inferior being, not worthy of being in its presence let alone to live.

"Daleks do not need to feel compassion. They are weaknesses of inferior beings that should be removed in order to become supreme," it replied, matter-of-factly, "we have a sense of who we are. We are Daleks. We are the SUPREME BEINGS!" it cried

"Of course," stuttered the scientist, as he bowed towards the metal being almost like he was grovelling.

"When will they be ready?" it demanded, as it looked at him, with added indifference

"The first batch will be ready in 5 hours… the second in about 15."

And how many are there in each one?"

"Approximately 10,000, my lord," replied the scientist

"Excellent," it shrilled, "let me know when the first batch is ready," it replied, turning and gliding away

"Yes, my lord," replied the scientist as he watched it gliding away and entering the open lift, its doors closing behind it.

Once the doors had closed, the scientist let out a sigh of relief, and wiped his brow with a shaking hand.

"Are you alright?" asked another scientist who was standing at a console close by.

"I will be when this is finished," he replied, still looking back at the closed lift.

When Dalek Khan returned to the control room, a floor above, he noticed that the soldier he had sent after the Master had not returned. He had briefly spoken to him, and had been told the Master had disappeared down an alleyway, the soldier being in pursuit. But, that had been a few hours ago and he still hadn't heard anything else.

So, it seems that the Time Lord wasn't his true ally after all. To be truthful, he wasn't surprised as he hadn't really trusted the Time Lord but only sought to use him to complete his plan, even if that meant luring the Time Lord into a false sense of control and security. When and if he ever came back to him then he wouldn't hesitate to exterminate him and whomever was with him.

Just then the doors swished open, revealing a young male doctor standing inside the door. He seemed to look around, searching for the Dalek. When he clapped eyes on it, he instantly began to move towards it.

"My lord," as he stopped beside it. The Dalek turned its head towards him, moving its eye up and down, studying the man that was before him.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Doctor Marshall. I'm part of the team taking the cell samples from the patients and converting them for use in the experiment," he replied

"I have never seen you before?" remarked the Dalek as it turned the rest of its body towards the young man. The young doctor, involuntarily took a step backwards from it.

"I have never needed to come here before," Dr Marshall replied

"Why now?" enquired the Dalek

"We are running out of patients. We need more cells to create more clones."

"Why?"

"Some of the cells we have are not up to standard and so do not survive the process," replied Dr Marshall, slightly irritated

"What do you suggest?" it asked

"Seize more people which we can get new samples from," he replied

"The first batch will not be ready for another 5 hours; it will have to wait until then," it commanded

"But we need them now, cant you command more to be transported here?"

"Do not try and command me!" it shrilled, angrily, "You will do as I command!"

"Of course, my lord…forgive me…five hours will be fine," said Dr Marshall, quickly bowing towards the machine and quickly backing away, always keeping an eye on it until he was out of the room.