'We cannot solve our problem with the same thinking we used when we created them.' – Albert Einstein.
"They are the hope for a dying world. If you remove them, an entire civilization will die!" The person on the receiving end of these yells stonily ignored them as he stalked off in a pair of red Converse. Frustrated, the one yelling strode after The Doctor. She needed to make him see the logic; this was the only way it could work.
"Are you really willing to murder an entire civilization just for the sake of your beloved humans?" The women would have passed for human if it weren't for her skin. The texture of an elephants hide, memories played out on the bareness. The only place that no images played out was her face, a light blue similar to a midday's sky on Earth. Her two eyes were focused on the man in the trench coat, the obstruction of years of meticulous planning. Was he really so self-righteous that he'd let her people fade out like a candle light?
The Doctor stopped in his tracks, just a few yards away from a ledge. He tilted back his head to gaze up at the faint stars that were peeking out of their shells. He seemed to be profoundly contemplating his next words, like a wise man about to be executed. "Why shouldn't I?"
The woman quickly parried words, mistaking his soft tone for leniency. "It would be more deaths on your hands." Thinking she'd struck the Doctor's morality, the woman waited for him to concede.
The Doctor took a deep breath, and with a disturbingly calm exhale, he turned to look. "Death. Death. Death. Is that all you have?" He scoffed and started walking towards the woman. "I've seen enough death, caused enough to make even the worst of you shudder and cry out like infants. I have enough blood on my hands to drown the oceans." The volume didn't increase to more than a hair over a whisper, but the fury spoke leagues of its own. "Don't talk to me about death."
She backed up in fear, the images on dancing on her skin revolving faster. The rough soil beneath her feet began to tremble; she had gone to close to the edge of the canyon. Her weight was causing it to crumble. "Doctor, please-" She was cut off.
"Everything has its time. And everything ends." The Doctor had cast his lot. He was paying for the humans, who were going about their daily little lives trillions of light-years away. In the end, he would always pay. He began to walk away, not looking back at her. Their conversation was over.
Tears of a diluted began to leak out of the corners of her eyes. Their conversation was over. She could hear the unlocking of a TARDIS, and at the Doctor stepped back in, he offered his trademark world of solace. "I'm sorry." The door closed, and he left for Earth.
The woman landed at the bottom of the trench with a trench. As the sky darkened, laughter and red blood leaked out of her. This was wonderful. Fantastic. She had screwed up everything so greatly not even Lord Akron could fix this. She gazed up at the burning dots of light that were ascending into her sky. Within five years, there wouldn't even be a planet for any remnant of her people to gaze from.
Her planet was dying. There was no arguing that fact. There was nowhere her people could go; no hope for their survival. A noise, something between a cackle and a cough, came out of her throat. Now, there was no hope for her.
The stars seemed to smile down on her. Stars. Lights sent from the heavens. A fitting last sight for her. With a sigh, she left on a new voyage; death.
In his little blue box, the Doctor set his coordinates for Earth. The U.S.A, March, 1962. Something was happening in that noble country; something that could bring it to its knees. If left unchecked, it would inevitably fester, and monsters would be created from the pus.
The Doctor had made his choice. Once he began, there would be no regretting until after he'd gotten it done. It was the one rule he lived by now. Get the job done, and then fix the mess he left behind afterwards. "Set the coordinates. We have work to do."
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