The World that is to Come (Doctor Who)

Taylor Hebert triggered and the world made sense.

Emma had played on her fears and insecurities, attacked her heart and showed it for all the world to see. So Taylor cut it out.

Sophia attacked her body, pushing and shoving her in the halls, kicking at her feet when none could see. So Taylor crafted a shell of metal, and she encased herself within.

She once was weak. She once was human. Now Taylor would be neither.

She stepped away from the controls, and for the first time in a long time, she felt content. There was no more pain. No more doubt or self loathing. Everything she had ever despised about herself, the weak, pathetic Taylor Hebert she used to be, had been discarded. And life was better for it.

A new world beckoned, and it was something so very bright in its promise. It would be a place where things would be fair for once, a place where all would be the same, where none would suffer. There would be neither class nor wealth. Neither race nor ethnicity. It would be a world where all would reside in bodies of metal. The human soul fused with machine.

And it would be beautiful.

Her steps were robotic, awkward, as, through the lab, she pushed forwards on unpracticed legs. With each awkward step, she planned.

She'd start small. Take a few people here and there, when no one was looking. People no one would miss. Victims of the old world, like Taylor herself, and in time, she'd be able to accelerate. Move beyond her current limitations.

But for now, she was content to take the slow path.

Filled with purpose and void of emotion, Earth Bet's first Cyberman stepped outside. The new world was born.