Doria Prime was
the very model of efficiency. The buildings were all melded together by ramps
and walkways and corridors making it one massive hive of activity. On every level
the society was structured and ordered. There was someone programmed for every
task. They mindlessly worked and slept and reproduced and ate in their designated
communal areas. Only in the schools did the mindful youth engage in futile attempts
to create and destroy. Their emotions were caged however, behind locked doors
they were taught essential skills, until they were old enough to know the truth, that through accepting order and structure
they would be free of all responsibility. Many begged to have their minds erased
and become blank automatons because they were taught it was the pinnacle of being. They
imagined that the outside world was one of infinite reward and majesty. By the
time they learned the truth they were implanted with the mind eraser chip and then it was too late. The males and females would be put to work and fresh genetic material was made available to the reproduction
schedules. In the centre of the largest buildings lay the single controlling
intelligence of the Dorian people, the simple computer system that ran not only a species but an empire of worlds and commanded
a vast fleet of ships and soldiers.
Erin was having the time of her life. The club was just the right sort of atmosphere, a bit bawdry and not too posh at all. Guests were expected to shout out a witty comment or two at the various acts. So far she’d seen a rather poor magic act, a juggler, a singer, a rather good
comedian and now they were currently setting up for something else. Stage hands
poured sand on the stage and cardboard palm trees were also added to the décor. Large
stone triangles were off-set to one side and one of the waiters started walking around in a red fez hat. She didn’t mind though, he was cute and she fancied another G and T.
Whatever a G and T was it was good, in fact Erin quite felt like making a move on the waiter,
but the Doctor had mysteriously vanished and she had to keep her seat, in case someone came along and tried to take it.
The large compare
shuffled back on stage and grabbed the mike in his bunch of bananas hand. “And
now, for one night only, Wilson, Keppel and Doctor!”
nearly chocked on a slice of cake in shock as the Doctor and two weird looking guys in strange costumes emerged on stage and
started to do a comedy dance routine.
A drunken patron
slouched onto the Doctor’s chair next to Erin and slurred all over her neck and chest. “Bloody good dancers these, saw them in Liverpool last Easter, I don’t
half fancy the ones in the middle.”
think she’ll thank you for that.” Erin said;
trying not to breathe in the brewery air coming out of the drunk’s saliva speckled mouth.
“Have a drink,
my dear, and sit on my knee.” The drunk put his hand on the thin blonde
Erin could contain
her repulsion no longer, she may have not been trained in any of those wavy arm fighting styles, but she’d been in a
couple of drunken brawls in her time, much to the shame of her late mother, who often remarked that she wanted a dutiful daughter,
not an ale-soaked harlot. Erin liked to think of herself
as a woman who could hold her ale and only act like a harlot with her boyfriend, if she ever found one. Then again she wasn’t really looking at the moment. Plus
her lifestyle was a little too nomadic to allow her time to meet guys and make a few mistakes with them.
Squad leader 538-9497
waited patiently for the target to emerge from the building. Not a single thought
crossed her blank-slate mind. All individuality had been long since removed from
her brain thanks to the implant chip she’d begged to have installed. Once
she’d been a wild teenager, fuelled by hormones and ruled by emotions, now that girl was dead and the living corpse
that she became cared not for anything other than the completion of her mission.
After the act was
over the Doctor found Erin in a somewhat merry state. “I
take it you had a great time?”
Eric laughed loudly. “Brilliant dance, I had no idea you could make such a fool of yourself in public.”
old friends of mine and poor Betty had a spot of food poisoning, I think it was the salmon mousse. Poor thing. Anyway I knew the moves and I thought it worked
out rather well.” The Doctor sipped on her coffee house bought cuppa. “I made a small detour after I finished.
I went for a swim.”
“Did you try
to beat your record again?” Erin asked.
“Yes, I shaved
a few minutes off my personal best.”
all the way from one country to another? Couldn’t you just take the tunnel? I liked the tunnel. It was fast and there
were free drinks and I bought that cuddly bear, Mr. Hugs.”
swimming the channel is a test of endurance and determination.”
took ten minutes, and you hadn’t even broken into a sweat.”
“I like to
keep in shape. I have abs that could stop a bullet.”
get a gun.”
a figure of speech.”
“I know. You really need to get a new boyfriend. You’re
so tense and on edge all the time. I’ve only been with three guys in my
life, so I’m not an expert, but you were much more relaxed after you accidentally killed your husband.”
“I am not
stressed.” The Doctor muttered. “I
am not upset, I am calm, I am a pool, no waves, no ripples, I am not about to cry.”
“Whatever.” Erin replied.
The Doctor started
to cry and quickly she rubbed at her eyes with the cuffs of her jacket while Erin wasn’t looking. “I said I’m not crying.”
really goo…come on, you need a hug.” Erin
hugged the Doctor while she kept crying. “I’m sorry, it’s all
my fault. I had a kebab earlier; you know how insensitive it makes me.”
emerged from the bodily waste extraction facility. He moved through the crowd
silently and carefully. He aimed his gun at the target and awaited the order
to either take the shot or not.
Missy LaRouge saw
the naked man and let out a gasp of appreciation. “Honey, I want to cover
you in honey and lick you clean.” She may have been 84 but she was still
a poor French prostitute at heart.
Squad leader 538-9497
entered the building and many heads turned to her. “You are all captives;
resist and you will be killed. Your minds will be erased of all thought, emotion
and feeling, your bodies will serve as the directive sees fit.” Squad leader
538-9497 moved over to the target.
saw male nudity and her mind froze, just as another naked male grabbed her from behind (one of her fantasies) and chloroformed
her into unconsciousness!
The Doctor rushed
at Erin’s attacker and threw him across the room easily.
She wasn’t given to bursts of strength like this, but well she did like to work out and she could bench-press
an elephant if necessary, while not ruining her school-girl figure one bit. She
scooped up Erin’s prone form and hefted her up onto one shoulder.
“Rassilon, you’ve put on weight. No more chocolate oranges
for you anymore.” She ran through the chaos of the crowds. She saw the fire door and she ran through it, using Erin as part battering ram and
part cushion as she collided with a red post box on the far side of the pavement outside.
She looked about and saw the TARDIS in the distance. Three burly figures
stood in front of the door. There was only one thing to do. She stood in the middle of the road and removed the TARDIS summoning device from her handbag with her free
hand and she relaxed as it disappeared and then appeared around herself and Erin. She
put Erin down on the sofa in the control room. “Dislocated
shoulder, I’m sorry about this Erin.”
The squad aimed
their weapons at their heads and fired.
The crowd screamed
as the throng of naked men and women were all reduced to ash.
screamed as a ginormous pain crashed over her like a tidal wave of hammers.
sorry.” The Doctor said quickly.
“I had to put the bone back into the joint.”
“I saw naked
people.” Erin said though the pain. “What was going on?”
squad.” The Doctor replied. “Dead
people don’t need anything.”
only I would imagine.” The Doctor sat on the floor by Erin’s
side. “I wonder who they were?”
shrugged. “They worked out a lot.
I bet none of them had any body fat at all.”
“Unlike you.” The Doctor joked.
“Are you saying
saying you have a choice in your daily food intake. I imagine they’re programmed
only to eat the exact amount they need and no more. Is a slave a slave if they
have no mind left to realise that they’re a slave?”
of puzzles always give me a headache.” Erin replied.
victims of some terrible something.”
nice and vague.”
so. It’s a crude sort of technology, the Daleks tried something like it
once, but they relied on maintaining a basic level of consciousness, slaves that can learn are better than slaves that can’t
after all. There was nothing in their eyes at all, they were no longer people
but machines made of skin and bone and muscle. I’ve met robots with a lot
more personality. Some of my best friends were robots; we had lots of fun together
too. I could never be friends with them though.”
create an army of physically perfect people, remove their minds and turn them into things that are just as disposable as those
guns they carried?”
not the important question right now. I need to know how and why they came after
you mean. As great and fabulous as I am, I’m not exactly the universe’s
most amazing woman ever, not yet anyway. Obviously it’s someone who knows
you and has a bit of a grudge against you. We just need to make a list.”
a piece of paper long enough.” The Doctor frowned. “I’ll have to use my mind.”
“Are you sure?”
“Well I promise
not to sprain something. I’m not a brain dead bimbo. Now my last self on the other hand, no, I promised myself I wouldn’t be bitchy towards any of my
earlier selves. I want to be the nice one, the one that bunch of dysfunctional
weirdoes look up to.”
“Whatever. So who’s after you, any by default, me?”
The Doctor began
to think, then she went and made herself a cup of coffee.
were an army without parallel, because by making the soldiers of no more value than the objects they carried they were without
fear or hesitation. They were a relentless wave of death, countless trillions
upon trillions swarmed throughout their sector of the galaxy and their numbers grew second by second. A billion pregnant female produced twins or triplets every second, they lived like locusts and died like
locusts too, exhausting food supplies and dying out. The fleet moved ever outwards
to consume more and more planets to feed their numbers. In amongst these was
one adult with a mind of her own, she was the Queen of the Dorians, she was the latest in a long line of men and women who
stretched right back to the beginning of the Dorian Empire. Queen Sophie Beech,
the flame-haired beauty, was waited on hand and foot by her mindless slaves. She
enjoyed them all; she selected only the most beautiful women as her maids and the most virile men as her lovers. Currently she was letting one of the males implant her with her eventual successor. It would be her duty to teach her child the truth about the empire, that she ruled absolutely and that
all others were expendable pawns, to live and die at her command. She was fed
succulent grapes by a maid and rewarded her dutifulness by slashing her throat. She
watched the mindless fool collapse and die. She loved seeing the life go out
of their eyes. She had killed several thousand so far, she couldn’t get
enough of the ecstasy that came with the taking of a life. Some she impaled,
others she hanged, she stabbed and poisoned and beheaded and gutted and even commanded a hundred men to kill themselves because
one had tripped over her foot and spilled the wine. She had tripped the oaf up
herself of course. She liked to find reasons for the deaths, otherwise where
was the fun? She was Doria herself after all, she liked a good cull to cheer
herself up with and she also liked to watch them breed. She took life, so why
not give life too? She had a whole plaza of women lie waiting hours of the arrival
of the men to impregnate them. A glorious day too, she’d even joined the
women as if she were one of them, a tall brute of a man had lain on top of her and pinned her down with his weight and mechanically
ground away for hours before eventually making sure his job was done. She’d
rewarded him with a kiss, after taking his head of course. She kept the head
on a pike for a while just to watch the flesh rot away. Now though she desired
a child of her own, to carry on the family line. She selected ten males to make
sure, one each day, and what days they were. She’d long since given up
wearing clothing, preferring to be as naked as her slaves, for she was their queen after all, and they showed her great devotion,
several times each.
The Doctor poured
over the TARDIS controls and spent time in each of the ship’s seventeen libraries.
She threw bones and even consulted the insides of a veggie burger.
was my lunch.” Erin complained.
“Sorry.” The Doctor replied. “I guess I
got a little carried away.”
Finally the task
was done and the Queen didn’t bleed between her legs anymore. She was with
child, at last. Her line would go on. She
would teach her baby to walk and talk and enjoy killing and slaughter and love and the royal duty. She would then await the time of deposition. She had killed
her own father even as he tied to force himself upon her like so many times before.
She’d put a chip in his head and now he was her cleaner. She watched
him as she licked the floor clean with his tongue. It was all he was good for;
he’d killed his own father, how boring. She’d had a sister but well
she didn’t like competition and after fixing Daddy, well poor old sis took her place on her back with all the other
slave girls, ten times a night at least, not that she was grateful for her mind was as empty as any other maidservant.
was glad when the Doctor finally stopped moping about and got out of those tartan pyjamas she’d taken to wearing the
last few days. “I’m not sure about the leather kilt.”
have to wear yours.” The Doctor replied.
I’d wear one of those?” Erin didn’t
know whether to be appalled first or offended. “I’m strictly a denim
skirt kind of gal.”
a bit Chav though, isn’t it?” The Doctor replied.
“Fine.” Erin unbuckled her belt, pulled her skirt down to her ankles
and stepped out of the O of fabric. “But you so owe me.” She pulled the leather skirt/kilt/whatever up to her hips and found that they fitted her perfectly. “I’m not going au naturale though.”
“To each her
own.” The Doctor replied and moved towards the door control.
seriously going outside, like that?” Erin laughed.
not.” The Doctor replied. “You
are.” She opened the door and two large men, wearing just loin cloths entered
the TARDIS. “Here she is, as I promised.”
The first male grabbed
Erin’s arm. “She is too young to be processed. She will join the underage offspring.”
The second male
undressed. “Your mental implant has cleansed you. We will now mate.”
“Of course.” The Doctor replied. “I will now
do the Queen’s bidding.” She undressed. “Impregnate me, for the glory of Doria this body will bear its first child.”
screamed as she was dragged out of the TARDIS and she saw the Doctor being raped by the other man. “Get your hands off of me!” She screamed and tried
to escape but he was much too strong for her…