The Cyber-Leader turns around to address the sudden voice. The leaned-on Cyberman simply doesn’t move. “Then we will locate them. The humans will require rest. We do not.”

The other Cybermen indeed stopped. Forming tightly into a concreted formation with their blasters pointed. They didn’t feel the need to strike. Not with the hand of their decapitated comrade reaching for her leg. It’s metal fingers cracking with lethal electricity.

A group of Cybermen can be seen patrolling the area. They heard rumours of an undefended human settlement nearby that they could easily take.

❤️ - For a fact about the Cyberiad-Era Cybermen (otherwise known as the Weapons-Grade Cybermen)

Torn asunder by the speedster, the Cyberman now lies with its parts and limbs sprawled across the floor. The central chest panel partially dented thanks to the sheer force used. “….” It tries to speak. Failing for a moment. “….” Another failure. “…I c-c-can’t move…”

u p g r a d e s

We do not talk of the Cyber-Ball unit.

Arms outstretched, the Cybermen aim and immediately start opening fire. “DELETE! DELETE! DELETE!”

We work for the betterment of our entire species through attainable and meaningful objectives and goals. Operating on an individual basis is inefficient.

Now remain still while our units make their way to take you for your upgrade.

This proposal is incompatible with our mission statement. Request denied.

But you become slaves to the requirements of blood. Cybermen have no such weakness.

"Are you my mummy?" "Please let me in mummy, I'm scared of the bombs."

#Queekisms We do not fuck with weeping angels.

Such faults can be corrected with appropriate cybernetic enhancements. Such things are trivial matters to us.

We do not transfer consciousness. The entire brain is placed safely within a pool of appropriate chemicals and solutions locked within the ‘head’ of a Cyber-Form.

❤️ — for a fact about the Cybus Cybermen

❤️ — For a fact about the Mondasian Cybermen (the original Cybermen).

Not everyone thinks as clearly as us. We offer a better life free from the weaknesses and failures of organic existence.

These are necessary sacrifices.

“ALERT! ALERT!” The Cybermen tries to resist. An electrified hand grabbing onto Clark. Lethal for a human. But for Superman…?

He’s welcome to try, but this action will have unintended (and rather horrifying) consequences.

You wish for the humans to suffer?

A new offer from Cybus Industries: Every upgrade comes with free peanuts.

We have heard all of your arguments about people having a choice. About how it’s wrong to forcefully upgrade those who do not want it. We simply do not care.

We do not understand why so many are opposed to our plans. All we want to do is scoop out your brain, put your old body into the garbage, and then weld what’s left of you into a cold suit of armour. What’s so wrong with that?

The Cybermen would never allow themselves to become a pawn in another’s game to begin with.

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You are the Doctor. But you are different. But you are the same…? This does not compute.

“I am almost entirely made from metal. The only organic aspect within is my brain.”

NOTHING IN ME RESEMBLES A HUMAN HEART.

“Your title. Protector. It need not exist. Upon conversion: All humans shall easily be able to protect themselves.” The Cybermen raised its wrist and unsheathed its wrist-blaster, but only as a demonstration of its point. “Your willingness is irrelevant.”

How can a statement be fecal matter? This does not make sense.

“Technovore? This word has no defined meaning. Explain it.” And no, definitely not consensual. But it’s always for their own good. Right…? Yeah. Definitely right.

#Queekisms I’m not necessarily sure that’s a good idea

We do not wish to harm mankind. We only wish to improve it.

Unknown entity detected. All units will be placed on high alert.

“All that a human is worth is located within the brain. The rest is disposable.” The billboard jokes went completely over the Cyberman’s head. Ironic considering this particular Cyberman used to be a billboard salesman. “Regardless: You are a being of great intellectual. Your conversion would -

#Queekisms Honestly. I know the Cybermen have no sense of shame or embarrassment. But I BET they don’t talk about Canary Wharf all that much.

The human does not understand how accurate his ‘humour’ is.

“Organ location is irrelevant. In time, they will all be removed. All that truly matters is the human brain.” The Cyberman is keenly aware of being scanned. Though Edith’s systems are certainly safe with just one Cyberman. “Facial recognition cross-matched with public human data concludes -

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The Cyberman just stands there. “Hammertech? Analysing. Data found. Incorrect. I am not a creation of the human known as Justin Hammer.” A silence beat. “I am a Cyberman. Human 2.0.”

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#Queekisms I should say Since it’s maybe useful If you do not seem a threat or if they think taking you is worth the damage you might cause: Cybermen will not try and kill you despite resisting It’s when you cross that threshold of being a serious problem that they go: isn’t worth it, kill them

Outmatched by superior metal: The bodies of the Cybermen are easily torn apart and shredded by Logan. The Cybermen towards the back of the group step back and start firing at Logan from a distance. As of now, they’re prioritising killing him over taking him.

Immediately, the lead Cyberman attempts to grab at Wolverine. “You will come with us.”

“But they could be more. Only as Cybermen can humanity reach its potential as a species.” Considering the Cyberman’s voice was monotone and flat, it was weird to pick-up on a genuineness in its words.

“Upgrading is compulsory.”