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Written for: Writerverse (LJ com).

Prompt: what's on your mind? Dialogue only, at least 250 words.

Note: assumes a Doctor who didn't forget that thing which happened in the 50th Anniversary episode. Also, it's just a slice of a scene (In an elevator at Henrick's, standing over the fallen parts of a mannequin that had been trying to kill her, Rose meets the Doctor).

"No, no. Look. It's plastic. Just plastic. Well, now."

"But that, that's just- How can it, how did it move. It, they can't be alive. Right?"

"Well..."

"What do you mean 'well?'"

"They- hn, do you know. I've actually read a book like this, a contemporary I think, or near about. Plastic earth. Organically growing from pollution and making its way into everything."

"And, that's what this is? Dummies made of this living plastic stuff?"

"Well, no. I doubt it. Was just a book."

"'s not a book that tried to kill us."

"Well, no. Didn't say it was. Just meant- well, not really a question of if the plastic is alive. More like, how's it self-aware and why attack us and why attack us now? Didn't think the Fall Line that bad, myself."

"This, you, this is funny? Why are you, you, smiling?"

"Oh, well. Not funny 'ha-ha,' funny 'strange.'"

"There's a difference?"

"Oh, a great one, I think. Bit beside the point, however. Here, keep an eye out. Need to switch elevators."

"They're here too?"

"All over the building. Not everything plastic, but anything plastic. Ah, good. In, in we go. Now. Where were we? Ah, yes. Mostly the mannequins, as they can physically heed the call, as it were."

"What call?"

"The one to sound the charge, to march to war, to begin the invasion."

"Invasion! Just how far is this call?"

"Ha! Now that is a good question. At the moment, localized pulses radiating out of the satellite on the roof are about strong enough to cover the block. Luckily, the signal has a lag-time for the proper build-up and is only just bleeding through the metal and concrete wall of the building. Might just save the day, yet."

"Wait, where're we going?"

"We? My, my. Well, I guess we are going to said satellite on the roof. Have to stop the signal. Bit obvious, really."

"How?"

"Oh, another good question! Well, there is the easy way. Then the really easy way. Then, I guess, the really, really easy way. Mostly. Probably. Well, going to try for the really, really easy way."

"That'd be?"

"Off switch, my dear. Trouble is, the satellite is not generating the call-to-arms, just bouncing it around a bit, see what it can see, do what it can do- that sort of thing."

"If there isn't an off switch? Do satellites have off switches?"

"Ha, no. Not in general. Have to negotiate with the hardware. Just a bit. A smidge. Or possibly a whole lot. Depends, really."

"That a hammer, then? For, you know, hardware problems."

"What, this? No. 'A hammer,' she says. This, my dear girl, is a sonic screwdriver. Best multi-tool in all of time and space."

"Doesn't look like a screwdriver."

"What was that?"

"Nothing. Wait. You aren't going to break the satellite, are you?"

"Now, would I do something like that?"