Post by Fitz Kreiner on Jan 9, 2006 13:58:01 GMT
“Too late?” The Doctor asked the Cyber controller. “If you could remember anything about your human life you would remember the saying, that it’s never too late. Not only that, I’d have thought you would have known me better than that anyway.”
The Doctor was stood in the Cyber command centre in Cyber control on Telos; the heart of the Cyber Empire. He, along with Tom Rowan, were prisoners deep within the Cyber Empire, their hands bound in restraints before them.
“It’s not looking too good, Doctor.” Tom whispered. “I hope you’ve got something clever up your sleeve!”
“Time will tell.” The Doctor whispered back. “Now Controller, I just have one question; why?”
<EXPLAIN> The Controller boomed.
“Why go to all the deception? Why the war on several fronts? Why the necessity on time technology? Why the need to destroy all life? You aren’t Daleks!” The Doctor said.
“That’s four questions, Doctor!” Tom pointed out.
“Don’t be pedantic.” The Doctor hissed back.
<WE WILL SURVIVE. WE SHALL ENSURE OUR SURVIVAL> The Controller said.
“What a wonderfully predictable response Controller!” The Doctor said, throwing his manacled hands in the air; then wincing at the pain of the metal straps. “You went to a bit of trouble to convince humanity and myself that the Daleks were the aggressors in this war. Would you be as good to explain why?”
<CONFUSION, DOCTOR> The Controller said flatly.
“Yes, I could have taken a wild guess at that.” The Doctor sighed rolling his eyes. “Bit too much trouble though, isn’t it? You were causing enough confusion with your attacks and plagues.” The Doctor was pacing up and down the control. He suddenly paused and held up a finger as if he had a sudden revelation. “Unless,” He said. “Unless you wanted to start a war between the major powers of the Galaxy in order to weaken them so you could take over, conquer and convert.” The Doctor paused, thinking. “But no, that may decimate the humanoid populace of the galaxy, wouldn’t leave you many to convert to your own race. And besides, the Sontarans and Rutans have been fighting for millennia already, but you’ve now ended that by destroying the Rutans. That could cause trouble”
<SILENCE> The Controllers voice was now almost deafening. <YOU SHALL BE SILENT DOCTOR. WE DO NOT NEED TO REASSURE OURSELVES LIKE THE SONTARAN ARMY. THEY BELIEVE THE RUTAN HOST DESTROYED BECAUSE IT SUITS THEIR PROPAGANDA. AS YOU WILL SOON LEARN WHEN YOU BECOME AS WE HAVE BECOME, THE RUTAN HOST SURVIVES ON THE OUTER FRINGES OF THE GALAXY. THEIR END IS NEAR>
“I see.” The Doctor mused.
“So, we’re to become like you, yet you seem to enjoy telling us stories, don’t you?” Tom said to the Controller. “Although I get the feeling you’re only telling us this so we can experience the emotions that will come with the revelations of your plans, hmm?”
<YOU ARE CORRECT.>
“Isn’t that an emotional drive to do that?” The Doctor mocked.
<EMOTIONS ARE A WEAKNESS DOCTOR. FEAR; HATRED; TERROR. THEY WARP AND BREAK THE MIND. LEAVE HUMANOID RACES WEAKER. WE MAKE THEM STRONGER; REMOVE THESE WEAKNESSES>
“This is old, Controller. I’ve had this argument with your race many times.” The Doctor said, turning away. The Controllers next word made the Doctor turn back, a serious look on his face.
<GALLIFREY>
“Yes, we know.” Tom said, staring at the Controller in disgust.
<YOU KNOW WHAT WE WANTED YOU TO KNOW> The Co-ordinator said. <YOUR ESCAPE FROM OUR SHIP WAS ENGINEERED. WE USED YOU AS AN INSTRUMENT IN THE GRAND PLAN>
This revelation made both the Doctor and Tom stop; slack jawed, in both horror and shock.
“What?” The Doctor turned to face the trio of the Controller, Co-ordinator and Cyberleader.
“How?” Tom asked. “There was no way you could manipulate events to that extent, surely?”
“How did you know that Mr. Rowan here was a Time Lord, he didn’t know himself. Therefore you couldn’t have known until you scanned his mind prior to attempting the conversion process on him.
<CORRECT DOCTOR> The Cyberleader confirmed. <WHEN THE SCAN OF THE YOUNG TIMELORDS MIND SHOWED US WHAT HE WAS; OUR PLANS CHANGED ACCORDINGLY. THE SUBJECT TOMROWAN WAS USED AS BAIT; TO BRING YOU TO US: BOTH OF YOU>
“The ‘subject Tom Rowan’ is right here. Kindly refer to me as a person, otherwise I shall become very hostile to your cause and make it my personal mission to ensure that you do not survive.” Tom almost snarled
The Doctor put a hand on Toms shoulder. “Steady, Tom.” He said. “Don’t let your emotions get the better of you, not here; we don’t want to give them fuel to fire their emotional argument again. They used us both.”
<CORRECT DOCTOR.> The Cyber Controller said. <WE HAVE OUTWITTED YOU. WE ARE NOW THE SUPERIOR SPECIES. THAT IS WHY WE SHALL RULE; WE SHALL SURVIVE; WE SHALL GROW STRONGER>
“Not if we have anything to do with it.” The Doctor muttered quietly to Tom. “So,” The Doctor said, addressing the controller. “You implant false information in Toms mind in order to bring me here and him. So are you telling me now that you aren’t going to invade Gallifrey?”
<NO DOCTOR> The Controller said, <YOU WILL>
The Doctor stared at the Controller. “If you think that either Tom or I will take a Cyber patrol to Gallifrey for you, then you’re gravely mistaken.”
<NO. YOU ARE THE ONE WHO IS MISTAKEN DOCTOR. EVERYTHING WE DESIGN IS CARRIED OUT. YOU BELONG TO US>
The Doctor was stood in the Cyber command centre in Cyber control on Telos; the heart of the Cyber Empire. He, along with Tom Rowan, were prisoners deep within the Cyber Empire, their hands bound in restraints before them.
“It’s not looking too good, Doctor.” Tom whispered. “I hope you’ve got something clever up your sleeve!”
“Time will tell.” The Doctor whispered back. “Now Controller, I just have one question; why?”
<EXPLAIN> The Controller boomed.
“Why go to all the deception? Why the war on several fronts? Why the necessity on time technology? Why the need to destroy all life? You aren’t Daleks!” The Doctor said.
“That’s four questions, Doctor!” Tom pointed out.
“Don’t be pedantic.” The Doctor hissed back.
<WE WILL SURVIVE. WE SHALL ENSURE OUR SURVIVAL> The Controller said.
“What a wonderfully predictable response Controller!” The Doctor said, throwing his manacled hands in the air; then wincing at the pain of the metal straps. “You went to a bit of trouble to convince humanity and myself that the Daleks were the aggressors in this war. Would you be as good to explain why?”
<CONFUSION, DOCTOR> The Controller said flatly.
“Yes, I could have taken a wild guess at that.” The Doctor sighed rolling his eyes. “Bit too much trouble though, isn’t it? You were causing enough confusion with your attacks and plagues.” The Doctor was pacing up and down the control. He suddenly paused and held up a finger as if he had a sudden revelation. “Unless,” He said. “Unless you wanted to start a war between the major powers of the Galaxy in order to weaken them so you could take over, conquer and convert.” The Doctor paused, thinking. “But no, that may decimate the humanoid populace of the galaxy, wouldn’t leave you many to convert to your own race. And besides, the Sontarans and Rutans have been fighting for millennia already, but you’ve now ended that by destroying the Rutans. That could cause trouble”
<SILENCE> The Controllers voice was now almost deafening. <YOU SHALL BE SILENT DOCTOR. WE DO NOT NEED TO REASSURE OURSELVES LIKE THE SONTARAN ARMY. THEY BELIEVE THE RUTAN HOST DESTROYED BECAUSE IT SUITS THEIR PROPAGANDA. AS YOU WILL SOON LEARN WHEN YOU BECOME AS WE HAVE BECOME, THE RUTAN HOST SURVIVES ON THE OUTER FRINGES OF THE GALAXY. THEIR END IS NEAR>
“I see.” The Doctor mused.
“So, we’re to become like you, yet you seem to enjoy telling us stories, don’t you?” Tom said to the Controller. “Although I get the feeling you’re only telling us this so we can experience the emotions that will come with the revelations of your plans, hmm?”
<YOU ARE CORRECT.>
“Isn’t that an emotional drive to do that?” The Doctor mocked.
<EMOTIONS ARE A WEAKNESS DOCTOR. FEAR; HATRED; TERROR. THEY WARP AND BREAK THE MIND. LEAVE HUMANOID RACES WEAKER. WE MAKE THEM STRONGER; REMOVE THESE WEAKNESSES>
“This is old, Controller. I’ve had this argument with your race many times.” The Doctor said, turning away. The Controllers next word made the Doctor turn back, a serious look on his face.
<GALLIFREY>
“Yes, we know.” Tom said, staring at the Controller in disgust.
<YOU KNOW WHAT WE WANTED YOU TO KNOW> The Co-ordinator said. <YOUR ESCAPE FROM OUR SHIP WAS ENGINEERED. WE USED YOU AS AN INSTRUMENT IN THE GRAND PLAN>
This revelation made both the Doctor and Tom stop; slack jawed, in both horror and shock.
“What?” The Doctor turned to face the trio of the Controller, Co-ordinator and Cyberleader.
“How?” Tom asked. “There was no way you could manipulate events to that extent, surely?”
“How did you know that Mr. Rowan here was a Time Lord, he didn’t know himself. Therefore you couldn’t have known until you scanned his mind prior to attempting the conversion process on him.
<CORRECT DOCTOR> The Cyberleader confirmed. <WHEN THE SCAN OF THE YOUNG TIMELORDS MIND SHOWED US WHAT HE WAS; OUR PLANS CHANGED ACCORDINGLY. THE SUBJECT TOMROWAN WAS USED AS BAIT; TO BRING YOU TO US: BOTH OF YOU>
“The ‘subject Tom Rowan’ is right here. Kindly refer to me as a person, otherwise I shall become very hostile to your cause and make it my personal mission to ensure that you do not survive.” Tom almost snarled
The Doctor put a hand on Toms shoulder. “Steady, Tom.” He said. “Don’t let your emotions get the better of you, not here; we don’t want to give them fuel to fire their emotional argument again. They used us both.”
<CORRECT DOCTOR.> The Cyber Controller said. <WE HAVE OUTWITTED YOU. WE ARE NOW THE SUPERIOR SPECIES. THAT IS WHY WE SHALL RULE; WE SHALL SURVIVE; WE SHALL GROW STRONGER>
“Not if we have anything to do with it.” The Doctor muttered quietly to Tom. “So,” The Doctor said, addressing the controller. “You implant false information in Toms mind in order to bring me here and him. So are you telling me now that you aren’t going to invade Gallifrey?”
<NO DOCTOR> The Controller said, <YOU WILL>
The Doctor stared at the Controller. “If you think that either Tom or I will take a Cyber patrol to Gallifrey for you, then you’re gravely mistaken.”
<NO. YOU ARE THE ONE WHO IS MISTAKEN DOCTOR. EVERYTHING WE DESIGN IS CARRIED OUT. YOU BELONG TO US>
