A quick blast with the sonic screwdriver sends the robot to sleep. The visor stops pulsating and the robot falls backwards, handcuff broken in two. I bend down to inspect this new customer.
"It is a security guard, I was right…" I mutter, running my fingers over the smooth metal casing. "Hang on," I say, reaching for one of the guns and take it. I'm not a killer, but I'm not fighting natural beings right now. Only robots.
Or are they? I reach down to the helmet. After a bit of work with the sonic screwdriver it comes loose. I take it off – and gasp in surprise.
Underneath is a mass of wires and sockets and batteries and links and radars and satellite receivers, all buzzing with the same red electric power as I saw on the radar before. Little lumps of the electricity jump form one wire to another. Suddenly, all of the red particles join together and with an ear-splitting KARACKABOOM thunder at the ceiling, leaving a horrible black burn where it hits. I've seen this kind of power before. A creature made entirely of electricity. I know where I am now.
The homeworld of my old enemy, the Wire.
I groan. The Wire was a creature that was banished from her homeworld in 1953. She fed on people's faces, their souls. She managed to find Earth at the best time she could have – right before the queen's coronation. For the first time, twenty million people would be huddling round the television. She infected the system, sucking in thousands of people's faces from the tv. I had put a stop to it – just in time.
'Right,' I think. 'I'm going to see what this place is like.' And with that, I stride out of the room.
As soon as I step out, though, I find myself face to face with another guard. I quickly fire with the plasma gun I picked up from the last guard. The other guard falls to the ground, dead.