I guess that "Final Experiment" didn't work out, huh?

A few weeks ago I was returning home from a flight. Since I got off the plane, I only had two things in mind: To drown myself in Cherry Coke, and watch Red Dwarf. After coaxing my aging but free television into operation, I briefly flipped to the Sci-Fi Channel. I knew they were broadcasting series three of the new Dr. Who series, and I was curious to see if it was any good.

I managed to catch the trailing 15 minutes of Daleks in Manhattan. I was excited to see more of the Daleks, as I had a through education of them while in the UK. It didn't seem too bad until the "Human Dalek" emerged. On first sight, a thought occurred to me about this new variant, something that can only be due to my personal experience.

Now, I don't want to brag, but I've seen a lot of bad movies. I have see the worst. I've mocked them when I can, and suffered through the rest. I have watched Manos: Hands of Fate without Joel and the 'bots. I own a copy of Jesus Christ: Vampire Hunter. As such, I think I'm qualified to spot a cheesy prop when I see one. Needless to say, this so-called Human Dalek piqued my bad movie sense.

But there was something more... Something, familiar.

Two weeks later I found myself watching a film I hadn't seen in years. To my surprise, I even remembered most of the jokes, right down the the timing of the riffs. Little did I know that I was an hour away from the source of that familiarity. A music sting stuck, and out lumbered a 1955 movie monster only described as a "Mu-tant". Bred from insects by the inhabitants of Metaluna for menial labor (Why!?) the monsters are shown as guards.

Now, cheesy designs aside, how could the dim-whitted Mu-tants be related to the reasonably intelligent Human Daleks? The answer, surprisingly, is simpler than you may think.

Both wear pants. Slacks to be exact.