‘WHAT?!’ Madross shouted angrily, spittle flying from his mouth. ‘The Dr. will be wipedfrom existence! All that he has done will be erased!’ ‘You don’t listen, do you?’ The Manager jeered, flashing his brilliantly white teeth. ‘The Time War is time-locked. It happened. There’s no way to change it, there’s no way toamend it in any way.’ ‘Then, all this is for nothing!’ Madross growled. ‘This simulation is meaningless!’ ‘Oh, I wouldn’t say meaningless, Madross,’ The Manager said, bobbing on his heels. ‘Youmight not be able to change what happened in the Time War, but you can certainly helpme to ensure that the man responsible has rained down upon him the great vengeanceand furious anger that only The Darlin’s can supply. You could reap your revenge frombeyond the grave.’ Madross’ cycloptic red gaze met with the Master’s hypnotic green eyes. It wasuseless trying to hypnotize Madross; his eye was electronic and wouldn’t respond to the waves of suggestion that were normally transmitted straight through the iris. The glowingeyes were simply for effect. The Manager loved effect. For what was villainy if youcouldn’t have a good time while you were at it?‘You make a good point,’ Madross said, grinning and displaying a set of mouldy andblackened teeth. ‘You always made a good point, Manager. Your silver tongue was myundoing if I recall, the last time I attempted to work with you.’ ‘Yes,’ The Manager smirked back, trying not to inhale Madross’ vomit-inducing breath.‘But as I recall, you planned all along to have me Sexterminated when our business wasconcluded. Tit for tat, Grand-High-Surgeon Madross, Quid-Pro-Quo.’ ‘
’ The third Darlin’ rattled impatiently, simply because it hadn’t saidanything for a while and was beginning to feel left out.Madross’ eye glared at the view screen where the few ships under The Dr.’scommand turned to face them.‘Think of the murderous hatred that has been building inside you all these years,’ TheManager said as he began to pace around Madross. ‘Think of the pain and suffering that you would like to inflict upon The Dr. Think of it, Madross!’ ‘I
thought about it,’ Madross said simply, producing a phase-pistol from under hiskeypad. ‘And I choose …
.’ Madross levelled the gun at The Manager and shot the Video Lord in the chest. The Manager didn’t react like most normal people would have. There was no dramaticflying through the air or superfluous screaming. He simply looked at his chest where asevere burn mark had appeared, along with the stench of smoking flesh and sankgracefully to his knees.‘Do you know why I refused you, Manager?’ Madross said, rolling his chair forward sothat the pair were finally eye-to-eye. ‘I refuse you because even if I win this little game for you, I would never have a chance to bring harm to The Dr. He would be at
mercy,not mine. I am not a tool for others to use! I. Am. Madross! Creator. Of. The. Darlin’.Master. Race! The ones I want to destroy, are the Video Lords, Nigel Martin. You are onesuch being. I choose you as the one who will bear my wrath! If I can only kill one VideoLord, then kill them I shall! There. Will. Be. No. Co-operation! There. Will. Be. No.Partnership! YOU! WILL! BE! SEXTERMINATED!’ ‘
SEXTERMINATE! SEXTERMINATE! SEXTERMINATE!
’ The three Darlin’s chanted,advancing forwards as the world around them dissolved in a flash of bright light.*‘
Should I say that I’m disappointed?
’ Raljex asked in an annoyed fashion as The ThirdDr. stumbled out of the room with a bemused expression. ‘
Not only were you, Dr. –thesupposed hero of the peace– planning to spoil my fun, but then, the Darlin’s –whoare supposed to be
mortal enemy– turn on The Manager! What’s going on?!
’ ‘You should never mess with that which you do not understand,’ The Third Dr. saidcoolly, holding out his hand for the crystal. ‘I didn’t get it at first, Raljex, but I do now. Nodoubt Fourth knows it too. You’ve rumbled your own little game by throwing in The