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"Do you ever feel like you have forgotten something Handles?" The Doctor strode into the central console room watching the rotation of the ancient ship's ceiling. Thoughts and explanations for the previously unrecalled flashback zipped round his head at Time Lord Speed. The Doctor climbed the metal steps, running his hand up the rail idly as he scanned the console for his latest synthetic companion. "Negative." The cold, calculated robotic voice called back to him.
"Of course you wouldn't. If you weren't perpetually connected to the cybernetic data banks I'd have no use for a decapitated Cyberman." The Doctor started idly operating the console. The Time Lord never expected anything more from the robotic head perched staring from its stand next to the central column of the TARDIS. "Information." The Cyber head's mouthpiece lit up as it spoke causing The Doctor to look up into its onyx eye sockets. "Yes Handles?" The Time Lord asked un-expectantly.
"Suggest Hippocampus mass and fluid extraction." The Doctor's gaze broke with his attention as he went back to the calculations at the console. "Yes, thank you Handles!" He said sarcastically. "Any other ideas? I'd probably prefer the ones that don't leave me with brain damage." The Doctor continued operating his ship as he rotated round the hexagonal console. "Seriously, whose side are you even on?"