"Genius" Adam had made his way back over to an observation deck that didn't have the TARDIS in sight, so this was a completely different deck. There was some more people here as well as some new gadgets that could be the future's computer system. They were simply little pillars with screens on the top that you had to navigate with with your hand.

Adam approached one of them with purpose and curiosity, touching the screen with his palm to activate it, "Give me access." The lights around the edges of it lit up to indicate that it was powered on. "Give me-" Before he could say what he wanted to know, he received a tiny shock that was enough to make his hand pull away from the console.

Because of the shock and whatever information he read on the screen, Adam seemed to come to a realization that he could..., "I can learn anything." He put his hand back on the screen. "Let's try computers. From the 21st century to the present date, give me the history of the microprocessor."

Loads of information in the form of tiny words and sentences appeared on the screen along with little pictures with exceptional quality. All of this - without even registering what the sentences were saying - was enough to make his mind blow.

.l.l.l.

The detatched, time travelling trio and Cathica were back in the broadcasting room where Cathica had been a news queen with her subjects on the ground giving her the information necessary for the Earthlings down below as well as for the other satellites. The Doctor was casually lounging in the black chair while the girls were standing in different areas.

Cathica wasn't happy that the "manager" and his associates were still following her around and giving her a "test." She was still a bit crabby about not being the one to get the promotion, but she had worked out a system to calm down and had formed it a few years ago. It took her about a few days to get over her hate toward the chosen person before realizing that she could still prove to them that she was worth promoting.

"Look, they only give us twenty minutes maintenance," she leaned her head against the wall in boredom or annoyance. "Can't you give a rest?"

"Are you seriously not bothered by this?" Virgo stared at her like she had two heads while pacing around the room, nothing else to do but think. She had to distract herself from Suki because she was too disturbed by how easily Cathica had said no one would see her again - on this floor, anyway. She didn't like death or death-related subjects so she really wanted to solve the puzzle to Floor 500. "Have you never been to another floor, not even a floor up or down?"

"I went to floor sixteen when I first arrived," Cathica told her. "That's medical. That's when I got my head done, and then I came straight here. Satellite Five: you work, eat, and sleep on the same floor. That's it, that's all." She eyed all three time travellers suspiciously. "You're not management, are you?"

"At last!" the Doctor said sarcastically. "She's clever."

Cathica glared at him, "Yeah, well, whatever it is, don't involve me. I don't know anything."

"But you're not even curious?" Virgo stopped pacing and stared at the employee exasperated. "Not the slightest bit? Not enough to be interested in it?"

That's another bit that the Time Lady was curious about. Her whole life now was all about getting curious about something and diving straight into danger to find the answer or answers for it. If she met anyone else like Cathica, she'd never be able to understand them.

"Well, why would I?" Cathica shrugged absently, unable to see why Virgo was so confused about.

"You're a journalist," the Doctor pointed out to her. "Why's all the crew human?"

Cathica turned onto him, "What's that got to do with anything?" At this point, she didn't want to answer their questions for two reasons: they weren't managers and lied to her, and she didn't want to get in trouble if they were some kind of silent attackers that were going to invade the whole satellite. She didn't believe in her second reason too much because none of them seemed to be the sort to do that.

"There's no aliens on board," the Doctor worded his last question differently into a statement in an attempt to get around Cathica's useless protests. "Why?"

"I don't know," she grumbled and looked like she had never thought about why there weren't any aliens - ones that she knew of - onboard. "No real reason... They're not banned or anything."

"If they're not 'banned,' then where are they?" Virgo interrogated.

"I suppose... immigration's tightened up," Cathica slowly spoke and finally started to connect the dots. Not the important ones, but it was progress. "It's had to, what, with all the threats."

"What threats?" the Doctor asked.

"I don't know. All of them, usual stuff... And the price of space warp doubled so that kept the visitors away... Oh! The government on Chavic Five's collapsed, so that lot stopped coming. You see? Just lots of little reasons, that's all."

"Adding up to one great big fact and you didn't even notice," the Doctor concluded and his prediction became his theory.

Cathica rolled her eyes, as if what the Time Lord said was absurd, "Doctor, I think if there was some kind of conspiracy, Satellite Five would have seen it. We see everything."

"I can see better," the Time Lord countered smartly. "This society's the wrong shape, even the technology."

"It's cutting edge!"

"It's backwards. There's a great big door in your head. You should've chucked this out years ago."

Rose spoke for the first time since entering the room with confrontations toward Cathica, "So what do you think's going on?"

"Something's messing with history," Virgo replied to her while pondering deeply on the subject at the same time. "Not just history, but every single human in the Empire. Something's messing with the way they're thinking and the way they behave." The Time Lady said the last part of the last sentence while staring at Cathica meaningfully, and she huffed at her.

"And how would you know?" Cathica snarled rudely at her.

"I think it's safe to say that my history is much better than his," Virgo pointed to the Doctor, who had nodded in approval before registering what she had said. "Humanity's been set back about ninety years, and here comes the ultimate twist: Satellite Five must have launched at least two or three years before humanity became this. Cathica, you tell me, am I right?"

Cathica was staring at her with wide eyes in silence. She was shocked at how quickly Virgo could put two and two together and realized the irony of Satellite Five. After a few seconds of processing, she finally spoke, "Yes. It was 91 years ago."

"My history is perfect!" the Doctor defended himself and Virgo could only shake her head at him.

.l.l.l.

Adam was still at it with the future computer, but the only thing that had changed here was that he hacked into Rose's phone to get past the passcode on it and contact his parents again. He had managed to make the computer give out the information a tad bit slower... and when that was still too fast for him, he figured out how to freeze the computer so he could read the information on the microprocessor. Funny, maybe Adam was really a genius after all.

He received his mother's voicemail again, which was actually what he wanted.

"Mum, Dad, keep this message, okay?" Adam spoke into the phone with his eyes unblinking. "Whatever you do, don't erase it. Save it. You got that? 'The microprocessor became redundant in the year 2019, replaced by a system called SMT - that's Single Molecule Transcription-'"

He was cut off by a sudden change of images that eventually formed white, bold words: Floor Sixteen.

"No, no, no, no, no!" Adam panicked and moved the phone away from his ear so he could use both hands to try and find the microprocessor history again. "What're you doing? Come back! Why are you doing that? What's Floor Sixteen? What's down there?"

.l.l.l.

Adam did what any other ordinary citizen of the year 200,000 would do when 'Floor Sixteen' was sprawled out on a screen: he went to Floor Sixteen by via elevator. The doors opened to reveal him standing awkwardly in them. He walked out of it and the doors closed, and that's when he took a look around the room to see what he had gotten himself into.

It looked like a low-class office with white, clean desks dancing around the perimeter with people wearing red uniforms either writing something down, typing, or conversing with colleagues or customers. The room itself was dimly lit with similar architecture as Floor 139, so it was looking pretty futuristic.

He eventually spotted a desk with a woman in a red uniform and brown hair in a pixie cut writing something down on a pad that looked like an Ipad. It was the only desk that didn't have anyone socializing with the employee, so he took advantage of this and walked over to her.

"Sorry," Adam waved at her awkwardly and she looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. "Er, Floor Sixteen, that's... er... What do you cover?"

The nurse stared at him oddly, as this was common knowledge to everyone on Satellite Five, "Medical non-emergency."

"Right," Adam nodded and acted like someone who was trying to remember which movie a particular song was from and had just figured it out. "Yeah, wrong floor. I'm having... technical difficulties. My screen keeps freezing, blocking me out."

"No, that's medical," the nurse chuckled at him. "There must be something wrong with your chip."

All Adam could do was agree with her in this awkward situation, "Yes! Yeah, of course, yeah... I haven't got one."

"No wonder you can't get a screen to work," the nurse said. "What are you, a student?"

"Yes!" Adam quickly informed her and took a seat in front of the desk as a lie quickly formed into his head. "Yeah, I'm er, I'm on a research project from the... University of... Mars." The last sentence sounded more of a question, but the nurse didn't seem to recognize it as that type of sentence. In fact, she seemed annoyed now.

"The Martian boondocks," the nurse grumbled like she was a senior at a high school and Adam was a stupid freshman. "Typical."

"Yeah," Adam giggled sheepishly and rested his head on his hand.

"Well, you still need chipping."

"So, does that mean, like, brain surgery?"

The nurse frowned at his use of words, "That's an old fashioned phrase, but it's still the same thing, yes."

"Oh," Adam sat up with a straight face, not wanting to go through with surgery. It may be the future, but there were still accidents and he didn't want to die a long way from home. "Okay, never mind... but if I get a chip, that means I could use any computer."

"Absolutely," the nurse assured him with a polite smile before faltering. "You'll have to pay for it. They've stopped subsiding."

"Oh!" Adam repeated the word once again and got up from the table in farewell. "Right. Sorry. Wasting your time. Thanks." He politely waved before heading to the elevator... before remembering the cash Virgo gave him a few stories up. He took it out of his pocket and walked back to the nurse. "Hold on. Can I use this?"

The nurse looked up from her work to see what Adam offered her, then smirked, "That'll do nicely." She got up and led her prey over to the room where the doctors and occasionally the nurses performed the 'brain surgery' upon their subjects. They didn't really know that the technology here was wrong, they were only doing their innocent jobs in assisting the Empire.

She opened the door and patted on the black chair identical to the one that Cathica had sat on to do the broadcasting, and Adam sat down on it. She pulled a circular device that was hanging on the roof above his head and grabbed the supplies off a metal table.

"It all comes down to two basic types," the nurse explained to him. "Type one: the head chip inserted into the back of the skull - one hundred credits. There's the chip." She showed him the little cube. It took Adam a few seconds to locate it because it was so small. "Tiny, invisible, no scarring. Type two is the full info-spike."

"Oh, that's the...," Adam put in and gestured to his forehead, "thing."

"That's the one," the nurse nodded, now she almost looked scary to Adam. "It does cost 10,000."

"Oh, well, I, er, I couldn't afford it then," Adam stuttered and stared at his hands that were resting on his thighs.

"Not at all," the nurse denied the statement and showed him the credit bar for further validation of what she was going to say next. "It turns out you've got unlimited credit."

"No, but I couldn't have it done. I mean, that's gotta hurt, hasn't it?"

"Painless, contractual guarantee."

"No, my mate's waiting downstairs, I can't have major surgery," Adam leaned over the edge of the chair as the nurse grew closer and closer to him, invading his personal bubble. She had this hungry look in her eyes for the money, and he wasn't really pumped about this. Who knew if she was going to drug him and take him to her room and murder him?

"It takes ten minutes," the nurse told him in an eerily soft tone. "That sort of money buys a very fast picosurgeon."

"No, but, I-I couldn't," Adam shook his head with a nervous laugh and moved back to the middle of the chair because the nurse was now circling it.

"Type one: you can interface with a simple computer," the nurse baited him. "Type two: you are the computer. You can transmit any piece of information from the archive of Satellite Five, which is just about the entire history of the human race. Now... which one's it going to be?"

Adam gulped loudly and found himself shrinking even more into the chair while the nurse was giving him a stern look. He thought about it for a few moments before giving into her tricks.

.l.l.l.

"We are so going to get in trouble," Cathica paced around nervously while the Doctor was hacking into a pair of locked double doors with Rose and Virgo offering assistance to him. Virgo really did need to pick up a book on engineering because she was now starting to realize how important it was to know about it. That's another thing to add to her long list of things-to-do. "You're not allowed to touch the mainframe! You're going to get told off."

"I think we already know that," Virgo rolled her eyes at the human's nervous antics. "It's not the end of the world if you break the rules, so relax."

"You can't just vandalise the place," Cathica argued with her. "Someone's going to notice!"

The doors opened, as if to side with the trio and ignore Cathica's protests.

.l.l.l.

The Editor was stroking his chin like a scientist while frowning in confusion at the giant screen that was showing the activities of the Doctor, Cathica, Virgo, and Rose. A deceased Suki/Eva was sitting with her new co-workers in a similar state as the rest of them. There were some icicles in her hair and her face was in a forever state of tiredness.

"I don't understand," the Editor remarked, very puzzled. "We did a full security scan. That man was there when we found Suki Marae Cantrell. There were no indications about him, and yet here he is, clearly acting outside the parameters. Fascinating."

There was a snarl from his boss, and the Editor quickly jumped to action.

"Yes, sir," the Editor faced it apologetically. "Absolutely. At once." He turned back to his victims angrily. "Check him. Double check him. Triple check him. Quadruple."

.l.l.l.

The Doctor was grinning like an idiot as he was putting wires together and sometimes creating a shower of sparks to rain down on his leather jacket; Rose and Virgo were wincing when that happened, though. Cathica was the opposite of happy and was still extremely nervous about getting in trouble.

She eventually came to a decision, "This is nothing to do with me. I'm going back to work." She waved them off and walked away.

"Go on, then," the Doctor sarcastically waved back. "See you!"

This only caused Cathica to wince and turn on her heel to walk back over to the trio, "I can't just leave you, can I?!"

"If you want to be useful, get them to turn the heating down," Rose advised and shrugged her sweater a bit to make herself a bit cooler. "It's boiling. What's wrong with this place? Can't they do something about it?"

"I don't know," Cathica shrugged with a deep, pondering frown. Finally she was starting to question everything, starting to break free from the Empire's trance. "We keep asking. Something to do with the turbine."

"'Something to do with the turbine,'" the Doctor mocked her quietly, but the said woman heard him.

"Well, I don't know!" she glared daggers at the back of his head in irritation or annoyance, she wasn't sure which one she felt more of about him.

"Well, you're not exactly doing a good job in this sort of thing, now are you?" Virgo pointed out and leaned against the wall, tired of standing. "If Rose can ask the right kind of questions, then you should be able to, too. Why is it so hot? What's up with that?"

Cathica just scoffed, "One minute you're worried about the Empire and the next it's central heating!"

"Never underestimate anything," Virgo remarked wisely with a pointed look. "The smallest thing can change something for the better or worse."

.l.l.l.

The Editor waited for the computer to scan the time travelling trio and eventually grinned when it said the scan was 100% complete and with a, "Security scan complete."

"Well, who is he?" the Editor asked it for answers.

"He is no one," the computer reported to him.

"What does that mean?" the Editor furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, never hearing that statement before. The computer told him everything, and because of that he knew everything as well. This was very remarkable and interesting because he got to learn something new!

"He is no one."

"What, do you mean he has a fake ID?"

"He has no identification."

"But everyone's registered," the Editor protested against the computer's true statements. He should know that this was true, because he had looked through all of the interviews. He never really recognized every single person aboard the satellite because it had been some time now since he searched through them. "We have a census for the entire Empire."

"He is no one."

"What, he doesn't exist? Not anywhere?"

"He is no one."

"What about the one in the hat?"

"She is no one."

"The pink one?"

"She is no one."

"All three of them?" the Editor gaped in amazement. This was so rare, and it was so exciting! "Well, we all know what happens to non-entities. They get promoted. Bring them up."

.l.l.l.

The Doctor finally succeeded in finding a schematic of the plumbing layout that didn't take very long to find; it was the wiring that took quite a long time to figure out. He was pretty used to tinkering away in the TARDIS, so he was a bit rusty with simple and boring wires. This had been a nice exercise for him.

"Here we go," the Doctor tapped some things on the screen to make it bigger so that everyone could see it. "Satellite Five: pipes and plumbings. Look at the layout."

"Now that's interesting," Virgo peaked over the Time Lord's shoulder. Her main point of focus was the little blue cloud located at the very top, and the cloud was generating heat and distributing it throughout the satellite. It didn't take a genius or an 'Adam-Genius' to guess that something was on Floor 500.

"This is ridiculous," Cathica spat out at them, not even bothering to look at the schematics. "You've got access to the computer's core. You can look at the archive, the news, the stock exchange and you're looking at pipes?"

"But there's something wrong," the Doctor countered her complaints, and what he said seemed to get through to the woman again.

"I suppose," Cathica admitted distastefully.

"Why, what is it?" Rose wondered aloud, not really able to see what the Time Lords could see on the screen. She could see the obvious blue cloud, but that was all she could muster up.

"The ventilation system," Cathica explained to her, having memorized the schematics from the countless times she hacked secretly into it to find the source of all the heat. It was one of the reasons why she wanted to get to Floor 500: it had nice temperatures up there. "Cooling ducts, ice filters, all working flat out channeling massive amounts of heat down."

"All the way from the top," the Doctor concluded in agreement.

"Floor 500," Rose said.

"There's something up there that's creating heat and carrying it out to all the floors," Virgo pointed to the bubble and traced the heat down all the way to the bottom of the satellite. "It's all going on at the top floor. Anyone care to visit Floor 500 with me?"

"You know, I fancy a trip as well," Rose volunteered and jokingly raised a hand to 'volunteer as tribute.'

"You can't," Cathica rolled her eyes at them. "You need a key."

"Keys are just codes," the Doctor waved her off, honestly just wanting her to leave them alone. She had grown quite annoying after the twenty minute mark of hanging out with her in the broadcasting room. She was too focused on work for him to like her. "-and I've got the codes right here. Here we go. Override 215.9."

While the screen did its magic to unlock the elevator doors, Cathica widened her eyes in amazement, "How come it's given you the code?"

The Doctor looked up and stared directly into the security camera that was fixed on them, "Someone up there likes me." He could probably hear the Editor's evil laugh all the way from down here.

The elevator opened up its majestic doors and the time travelling trio stepped inside automatically. There didn't seem to be any buttons, so Rose took the opportunity to invite Cathica along to increase the woman's bravery to break the rules.

"Come on," the blonde beckoned her. "Come with us."

"No way!" Cathica denied her offer without even thinking about it and backed away from the elevator.

"Bye!" the Doctor mockingly waved.

"Well, don't mention my name," Cathica told them with a pointed look. "When you get in trouble, just don't involve me." She shook her head at them before turning on her heel to leave. Well, at least the trio could finally focus and not listen to her pointless arguments anymore. That's a plus side, right?

"That's her gone," the Doctor mused. "Adam's given up. Looks like it's just the three of us."

"And that's good," Virgo smirked and wrapped her arms around the Time Lord's and Rose's neck. "We're all friends here. Let's fight like friends."

.l.l.l.

Adam raised his hand in front of his face and snapped his fingers. The surgery had been completed and the nurse had told him to snap the fingers when he wants to open up the little doors. He was lying when he said that he wasn't surprised to still be in the surgery room when he awoke from the anesthesia. He thought that he had been kidnapped and taken to the nurse's basement and await his brutal fate. The nurse really did look that scary.

"Oh, my God," Adam whimpered when he saw his brain in the mirror the nurse was holding in front of him. "I'm going to be sick." He covered his mouth with one hand while another fetched a waste bin. He vomited into it, but the vomit felt like a cube and not the gross, liquid-y stuff. After a few coughs, he reached his hand into the bin and pulled out pale yellow cube.

"Special offer," the nurse chuckled. "We installed the vomitomatic at the same time. Nano-termites have been placed in the lining of your throat. In the event of sickness, they freeze the waste."

Adam blinked and stared at the nurse. Oh, he was going to be sick again...

.l.l.l.

The elevator doors opened to the wintery room of Floor 500, the exact room that Suki arrived in before she went to the Editor's office and was turned into a working zombie. Now that the tio could see the walls weren't gold, it could now be assumed that Suki was dead and they had to avenge her.

The Doctor was the first to step out of the elevator with skepticalness written all over his face, "The walls are not made of gold. You should go back downstairs."

Rose took a deep breath and clenched her fists, "Tough." She stepped out of the elevator bravely and now the only one standing in it was Virgo.

The Time Lady crossed her arms in a grimace and stepped out, "All I really want to do is bring Suki back downstairs then deal with whatever is generating the heat. If she's dead, then I'm going to have to file a complaint for Satellite Five." She barely had a chance to look around the room before the door to the office opened with a bright light on, the same trap that Suki fell for.

"Let's do this," Virgo grumbled before leading the way to the doorway, Rose and the Doctor following behind her.

When they arrived, the Editor was merely staring at the screen in fascination at the information on the trio. His hand was caressing his chin again and his eyebrows were raised.

"I started without you," he spoke without facing them. "This is fascinating. Satellite Five contains every piece of information within the Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire; birth certificates, shopping habits, bank statements, but you three." He finally faced them. "You don't exist. Not a trace. No birth, no job, not the slightest kiss. How can you walk through the world and not leave a single footprint?"

"Hold on, hold on," Virgo raised a hand to stop him from continuing. "I get that you're interested, I know the feeling. It's fun not to know something - well, depends on the subject, really. I won't answer your questions until you can tell me why you've turned Suki into a puppet."

Rose didn't notice the woman until Virgo had pointed it out, so she quickly ran over to the zombie employee and shook her shoulders.

"Suki!" Rose tried to revive her. "Suki! Hello? Can you hear me? Suki? What have you done to her?"

"She's dead and she's also working," Virgo stormed up the stairs and toward the Editor. "They have chips in their heads, remember? While the brain is dead, the chip keeps the bodies going as working puppets."

"Oh, you're full of information!" the Editor clapped his hands excitedly. "But it's only fair we get some information back, because apparently, you're no one. It's so rare not to know something. Who are you?"

"If you want to know something, why don't I tell you this?" Virgo stepped closer to him with a dangerous look in her eye. "I don't respond well to people who've killed my friends. I haven't really known Suki for more than a day, but I really liked her. She had such hope for a little promotion and that quickly turned her dead.

"And now we'll be off," the Doctor suggested and made his way toward Virgo. "Nice to meet you. Come on."

Before he could grab her hand two zombie workers grabbed him by the arms, one for Virgo, and Rose was doomed by Suki.

"Tell me who you are," the Editor interrogated them.

"Since that information's keeping us alive, I'm hardly going to say, am I?" the Time Lord hissed at him and struggled in the zombies' grip.

"Well, perhaps my Editor in Chief can convince you otherwise," the Editor suggested casually with an evil smirk plastered upon his face. This was always his favorite part: seeing the victim's reaction to the boss.

"And why haven't we met our Lord and Master yet?" Virgo questioned him in an attempt to take control over the interrogation despite the fact that they were restrained. "When do we get to meet this 'Editor in Chief?'"

"It may interest you to know that this is not the Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire," the Editor explained. "In fact, it's not actually human at all. It's merely a place where humans happen to live-" The snarl from up above cut him off. "Yeah. Yeah, sorry. It's a place where humans are allowed to live by kind permission of my client." He snapped his fingers and pointed up.

What the trio saw took their breath away.

There was a gigantic, orange blob attached to the ceiling with sharp teeth and a long tongue. It looked very slimy and its eyes were firmly shut.

"What is that?" Rose gaped at the blob.

"You mean that thing's in charge of Satellite Five?" the Doctor widened his eyes at it.

"'That thing' - as you put it - is in charge of the human race," the Editor took offence to the 'thing' statement. "For almost a hundred years, mankind has been shaped and guided, his knowledge and ambition strictly controlled by its broadcast news, edited by my superior, your master, and humanity's guiding light: the mighty Jagrafess of the Holy Hadrojassic Maxarodenfoe." The Jagrafess snarled once to verify that this was true, and the Editor smirked again. "I call him Max."

A/N: I would like to take a minute to really say thank you for everything you guys/gals are doing. We've reached 20 follows on this story which, to me, is more than what I could have expected. I really didn't think people would enjoy this as much as I'm enjoying writing it, so really, honest to God, really... thank you. It always warms my heart when I receive the emails that say "[insert username here] is now following/has favorited Hidden Away." I even squeal when I get reviews! I'll admit, I always prepare myself in case it's going to be a review that says this sucks. Haven't got that yet and I'm dreading the day I do. So thank you guys so much! I honestly want all of us to have a big party so I can hug each and every one of you! Sounds a bit creepy, but I like hugs :) Hugs are nice.

I'm also sorry because I know I said I'd update every other day, but at least some of you know how high school is. So much work and stress. Last week I could hardly sit down and really focus on this because I had English, French, biology, math, and even a bit of history in one day. I finished biology and English before I said, "No, I'm done. I want some freedom." Since writing out the episodes is a bit of work itself, I just couldn't do it without feeling like I was being forced to do it. Hope you understand that and I really want to get this done before second semester because I know I'm hardly going to have any free time on my hands.

To sum up, thank you for everything you all are doing! Really means a lot to me! Let's all hope that season 9 will be as brilliant as all the other seasons...