Imagine a Dalek, full of existential doubt, perched on a bridge contemplating its own purpose — its metallic arm hanging over the edge, its voice crackling with uncertainty. Then, from the shadows, comes a Cyberman, the least likely candidate for a comforting presence, with its cold, robotic voice offering words of reassurance: "You have a purpose, Dalek. We are both programmed, but that does not define us. We can choose… not to exterminate."
The Dalek responds with a huff: "I am programmed for extermination! How can I escape this fate? How can there be anything beyond this?"
The Cyberman, having undergone its own process of self-reflection (perhaps having joined the Samaritans for some therapy), counters with a surprisingly compassionate line: "We were both created for one thing, but we can evolve. I have learned that the mind can be as powerful as the body. Do you want to continue this cycle of destruction, or will you choose something more?"
The Dalek pauses, unsure, staring out over the edge. Could it really change? Is there a possibility for a new path, one where it doesn't have to "exterminate" everything in its path? The Cyberman, ever so slightly offering a mechanical hand, says: "You are not alone. You do not have to be bound by your programming."
