In which Cathica muses on the events of Satellite 5.
The Wonders and Mysteries of Doctor Who
New Series
Season One
The Long Game
Cathica was fuming. For the past three years, all she had wanted was a promotion to floor 500, and then she had found out that it was nothing but a death trap, run over by an alien blob of god knew what.
She didn't know what was worse. The human race not being what it was supposed to be like the Doctor had stated, that the human race was being ruled over by something not even remotely humanoid, humans being brainwashed through the news she supplied, or the fact that they still promoted Suki ahead of her, even though she was above the other woman in every way where it counts.
She was leaning more to the last point really. Boy had that made her mad. Mad enough to break the rules just to see what floor 500 was really like. That and the Doctor did have a few good points.
And now it was all over, the Doctor and his two friends had gone off to who knew where, and she was left alone to pick up the pieces.
See, this is what she gets for being overly ambitious and for going on and on about promotions, when she knew that begging for one was the worst way to go about it. And why the hell hadn't she questioned about things that now made so much sense?
Well, one thing was for sure, thankfully she had a chip. If she didn't and was on board, that would mean only one job would have been hers, and that would have been janitor.
She really, really felt sorry for the poor men and women that would be left to pick up the bits of Jagrafess that were strewn all over floor 500. And the bits of frozen human, both long dead and freshly gone.
Now that was worse than trying to get the human race on the right track again.
Either way you looked at it, everything was one big mess.