#geneticist

“Deposit beginning.” Voi said plainly, pressing their plunger shaped manipulator arm against one of the semi-sphere shaped control orb for the wall of servers. Behind them were two silver and blue engineers who were keeping a very close eye on what they were doing.

The solid green casing of Voi’s marked them as a scientist- yet what kind of sciences they practiced was for the upper ranks to know about and them alone. After all, genetic materials in kept in such detailed studies via Voi were usually done via the Eternal. It was all delicate information.

“Dalek GN-000, the data you are placing into the facility - is it necessary?” One of the digital-engineers questioned. Voi’s eyestalk turned to look at the both of them.

“Yes.” They confirmed. A stream of information- hundreds of samples taken and studied from a couple of races their kind had… deeply wounded … in the neighboring galaxy.

The neighboring solar systems had already been wiped clean of “sentient” life or life the Daleks believed would one day become sentient. All of which had been documented digitally via this geneticist.

“Yes. All of this information is important.” Voi confirmed again as they turned their attention back to the blank wall in front of them. Their mind again focused on dumping and filing said information… or- well- copies of that information, into the servers.

What was this useful for? What could a race like the Daleks ever need with such a vast collection of genetic information and studies on said information? Warfare. Genetic warfare was made very easy with just one sample of any number of individuals’ DNA. All it took was finding a virus that was also native to said planet or system and VUALLA! You could develop of plague that would wipe out the problematic species for you leaving the planet ripe for the taking within the need to bombard it. Often this type of warfare was used to take planets of interest to the Daleks that they deemed not worth mining. Tropical planets always seemed to be a target for the Daleks. Perhaps a genetic memory from their Kaled predecessors drove them to seek them out.

“Very well then.” The engineers spoke idly and turned to leave the room. The soft swoosh of the doors closing behind them was not what alerted Voi to their new state of being. The drowning noises of the heartbeat around them…

“Alone-“ their eyestalk would shoot up at the realization that the two engineers had left the room. The information they had been dumping was haunted half way as they disconnected from the servers. Na-Voi could not STAND being alone. It… made.. them… feel…

“No no no not alone-“ they hissed backing away and turning to hightail it out of the server room. They made their way as fast as a Dalek could back out into the hallway towards the other two.

When the doors slid out and the green Dalek came skirting out around the corner the two engineers stopped to observe.

“Are… you finished already?” One asked in a concerned way as Voi skidded to a halt in front of them. They were quiet- giving their mind a chance to realize they were no longer alone.