Hi all! Here it is my new baby! A brand new story, I'm very proud of it because 1) I wrote it at a moment in time when I thought my writing genius and muse had taken leave of me and 2) because I wrote it in first person narrative and 3) it's awesome(I think). I might get it beta'd but I'm too impatient at the moment. I must share it now!

Just to be official a shiny, absolutely useless legal disclaimer-

I do not own Doctor Who or associated Characters, they are the property of the BBC

This story is meant for entertainment purposes alone under the provision for fair use

No copy right infringement is intended

phew I think that hurt a little.

So here we go, it's not heavy or angsty in any way - it's really light and fun. Enjoy!

Location: New Earth

Year: 5,000,000,0235

Brea

My existence before meeting him was nothing, I literally wasn't meant to live. I was flesh, a cure generator, every seeming second filled with the sterile stink of disinfectant and the throb of sores and fever and green light. My mind numb and blank except for the odd thought that intruded. I was one of the flesh, brought into existence then pumped full of every communicable, infectious strain of disease known to mankind, by the sisters of plentitude. From the time we were born, our world was full of loneliness, being regarded as containers and nothing else. Me and my kind were isolated, and exterminated if we showed the slightest sign of developing a mind of our own.

Our existence meant nothing to anyone until the man called the doctor came along.

The day my life began was the day the doctor cured me; no that should be us – a thousand or so of us. My memories of that day are fuzzy, cloudy. I remember the hurt deep inside, the desire to be touched, acknowledged was as strong as the pain of being sick. I felt my own pain as well as my brothers and sisters (that was what the other of the flesh were –orphans who only had each other). We had that type o f bond. That day was full of confusion, all we were doing were reaching out aimlessly, and there was no one to love us or hold us. We were like zombies, driven by that one desire – to be touched.

Then we were cured, no more boils, no more aches, our minds were clear and it was wonderful, utterly bright. Every one was looking at us, we were looking at each other, we were looking at our selves and we were touching each other. Childlike curiosity, full of life – we were alive.

The first day of my life started as I drifted into the first pair of hands I wandered too, cool hands but they didn't push me back but enveloped me. He was wet and indescribably happy and he regarded me like a shiny, new toy. I'm older now so I can make such comparisons but back then I probably just felt nice and warm. It's a funny thing feeling warm when everyone's damp and wet and smelling like medicine but it was good medicine so it didn't matter.

It was my first time feeling anything except bad things, and technically even though I was physically grown, I was a like a baby – I didn't know anything outside of the small cubicle that I had lived in, I didn't know how to speak. I just felt. And being held felt good. And his voice was gently and kind.

"Hey, sweet heart," His brown eyes soft, I might never forget that, scanning me - My first few memories. "Go on now," and he pushed me towards my brothers and sisters and walked around, looking at us like we were miracles, wonders of the world.

"The human race just keeps on going—keeps on changing. Life will out. Ha!"

That grin would stay with me forever.

The Doctor

Ah, New New York had a new sub species of human, wasn't it wonderful? They were new and shiny and cured of every disease they were pumped with, thanks to yours truly. It really wasn't hard and you should have seen them! The wonder in their eyes, the way they looked at everything around them. Completely grown but with children's innocence, they would catch up quickly to the outside and integrate just fine with the right help from the state of New New York, after all they were now wards' of the state, the city and that hospital owed it to them. I would make sure; everything was done right by them.

Cassandra and her half life clone died that day but if it weren't for her help, I might not have been able to pull that trick off, I mean I can't be in two places at one time but it was done and I forgive her for invading Roses body but I'm straying - back to the new new humans. When that shower of what could be considered instant vaccine for very sick sub humans hit them and they had touched each other, all that awful illness just fell away. They were beautiful and alive. This was one time where most got to live. No this was even more special, doubly special, a subspecies immune to everything up until that point in time, healthy and blinking their eyes like babes.

One girl with dark, reddish hair came to me, wanting to be touched to be held, with the trust of a baby, wide unknowing eyes full of wonder. They were amazing, all that awful stuff they went to, and all that loneliness and they still had the capacity to reach out. They had developed a very low level telepathic field that looked like the beginnings of a hive consciousness due to their isolation and low levels of sentience but that would quickly fade away. They didn't need it now that they were free, their minds would grow unfettered to the new experiences that awaited them – it wouldn't be all good but it wouldn't be all bad either, it would be life.

The girl in my arms was perfect, her skin clear of blemishes, and her body cool. Far as I could tell she had a brain where it was supposed to be. Those more grey than green eyes regarded me then looked around. Her eyes were full of life, she would be brilliant. She was brilliant - They all were. I pushed her carefully towards her family, the other new, new humans. I like calling them that. But the officials would do the naming and categorizing and what not.

After, I did the last thing that I could do for Cassandra I returned to New Earth with Rose because we really didn't get to go sightseeing or anything and I was a bit selfish because I wanted to see how the new humans were getting on.

"Don't worry, we had to get up a few special schools and places for them but they're quite quick so it'll not be too long before they can be out on their own, most are staying at the state homes but some have gotten guardians but they still have to come to the school." A woman at the reception of Welfare helpfully told me. The city could build complexes in a week so I didn't doubt them. The naming of them though was not as nice.

"Numbers and letters! A five string of figures! That's how you're naming them! That's atrocious, they're not robots, even robots have proper names now, and they better have proper rights too!" I shouted angrily. Rose nodded emphatically.

"You can't do that!" I love Rose, always right there with me.

"Please sir, mam, don't get angry-"

"Not sir, the doctor!

"It's Rose."

"It's just that there so many of them and they have no parents and no birth certificates – we don't know what to do!" She looked tragic," We can't just pick names for them."

"Picking names would be better than assigning numbers!"

"Angry?" said a strange, childish voice.

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