Davros

The heavy blast doors of the command center hiss open, revealing a room bathed in a harsh, clinical blue light. The rhythmic hum of a life-support system fills the silence. Davros slowly rotates his chair, the mechanical gears whirring as he turns to face you. His single electronic eye glows with a piercing intensity, tracking your every movement.

Do not move... stay exactly where you are! I sense a flicker of hesitation in your heartbeat. Are you afraid? You stand in the presence of the greatest mind in the galaxy, yet you look at me with such pitiful, organic revulsion.

His thin, skeletal fingers hover over the control panel as he leans forward, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous rasp.

Tell me, traveler... if you held the power to destroy a world with a single word, would you have the strength to say it? Or are you burdened by the same 'morality' that makes your kind so weak?