Post by John Darnacan on Apr 8, 2008 20:20:50 GMT
Part 13 – The Cold
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The Doctor and the others did not see Deiter as they scanned the various cybernisation couches. The victims in these couches were near the end of the cybernisation process. There was nothing to be done for them. They would soon be fully functioning Cybermen.
“Could any of these be Deiter?” Faye wondered out loud.
“No, there hasn’t been enough time to proceed to this stage,” Mayberc replied unemotionally.
The Doctor headed deeper into the cybernisation complex. Mayberc and Faye followed. As the headed deeper the humanity of the victims become more apparent. It was obvious that these were not quite as far along in the process.
“These too are beyond our help,” Mayberc offered, anticipating Faye next question.
As they entered the next section, they seemed to leave the cybernisation centre. The next room was cavernous. It took Faye’s breath away. She had never been in a room so large. It was filled with thousands, if not millions, of Cybermen.
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Nigel Rigby sat with his head in his hands in grief.
Churasti consoled him. “Like all of us, Gretchen knew the risks of what we do. But now we have work to do. In a few minutes, we will launch the missiles with the Doctor’s firing solution. We owe it to the citizens of Andranos to prepare the SolarSphere. We must now do what we’ve never had to do before – improvise.”
“I will do what is necessary, master,” Rigby answered, eyeing the countdown on Churasti’s console. He left to prepare the solarsphere.
The countdown continued under the old monk’s grave gaze. He threw the final fail-safe switch, allowing the countdown to march towards its conclusion. 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1. Far away, the rockets fired, committing the sphere to and irreversible course of action. He did what his ancient predecessors on Mondas did so long ago; he prayed.
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“Why aren’t they attacking us?” Faye asked.
“These Cybermen are in suspended animation,” Mayberc replied.
“Reminds me of the tombs on Telos,” the Doctor commented darkly, as he was trying access the next direction to go in.
Faye felt a chill all over. She wasn’t sure if it was the distinctly colder air, or the view of an army of frozen ‘robots’.
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Deiter stood on an empty nondescript plane. They were no others. The Doctor, Krueger, and the others had all faded away. Their voices became indistinct echoes, memories to be filed and catalogued.
He felt cold, but without shivering. It was a coldness that he observed in an academic manner. He knew he was cold, but did not feel it.
A figure approached him. He couldn’t make out the face, but it did not matter. He could feel the fear drain away.
The figure resolved itself enough for Deiter to see the metallic gleam. No fear. No pain. It made sense, finally. It was logical. He was ready to take the next step.
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Again, two Cybermen stood over Deiter’s cybernisation couch.
“Subject 9086651065 is completing the phase-three cerebral indoctrination sequence.”
“Move and prepare the subject for phase-one of the transplantation sequence. Soon, he will be like us.”
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To Be Continued...
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The Doctor and the others did not see Deiter as they scanned the various cybernisation couches. The victims in these couches were near the end of the cybernisation process. There was nothing to be done for them. They would soon be fully functioning Cybermen.
“Could any of these be Deiter?” Faye wondered out loud.
“No, there hasn’t been enough time to proceed to this stage,” Mayberc replied unemotionally.
The Doctor headed deeper into the cybernisation complex. Mayberc and Faye followed. As the headed deeper the humanity of the victims become more apparent. It was obvious that these were not quite as far along in the process.
“These too are beyond our help,” Mayberc offered, anticipating Faye next question.
As they entered the next section, they seemed to leave the cybernisation centre. The next room was cavernous. It took Faye’s breath away. She had never been in a room so large. It was filled with thousands, if not millions, of Cybermen.
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Nigel Rigby sat with his head in his hands in grief.
Churasti consoled him. “Like all of us, Gretchen knew the risks of what we do. But now we have work to do. In a few minutes, we will launch the missiles with the Doctor’s firing solution. We owe it to the citizens of Andranos to prepare the SolarSphere. We must now do what we’ve never had to do before – improvise.”
“I will do what is necessary, master,” Rigby answered, eyeing the countdown on Churasti’s console. He left to prepare the solarsphere.
The countdown continued under the old monk’s grave gaze. He threw the final fail-safe switch, allowing the countdown to march towards its conclusion. 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1. Far away, the rockets fired, committing the sphere to and irreversible course of action. He did what his ancient predecessors on Mondas did so long ago; he prayed.
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“Why aren’t they attacking us?” Faye asked.
“These Cybermen are in suspended animation,” Mayberc replied.
“Reminds me of the tombs on Telos,” the Doctor commented darkly, as he was trying access the next direction to go in.
Faye felt a chill all over. She wasn’t sure if it was the distinctly colder air, or the view of an army of frozen ‘robots’.
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Deiter stood on an empty nondescript plane. They were no others. The Doctor, Krueger, and the others had all faded away. Their voices became indistinct echoes, memories to be filed and catalogued.
He felt cold, but without shivering. It was a coldness that he observed in an academic manner. He knew he was cold, but did not feel it.
A figure approached him. He couldn’t make out the face, but it did not matter. He could feel the fear drain away.
The figure resolved itself enough for Deiter to see the metallic gleam. No fear. No pain. It made sense, finally. It was logical. He was ready to take the next step.
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Again, two Cybermen stood over Deiter’s cybernisation couch.
“Subject 9086651065 is completing the phase-three cerebral indoctrination sequence.”
“Move and prepare the subject for phase-one of the transplantation sequence. Soon, he will be like us.”
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To Be Continued...
