Chapter Seven
While the Doctor finishes putting out the fire in his fabulous hair and plots revenge upon his sworn enemies, let's take a closer look at the Daleks and their civilization. In order to do that, let's follow a Dalek on a typical day in his life.
Meet Clarence. Clarence works as a DNA sifter at the New Skaro Dalek duplication factory. From nine in the morning to six at night, Clarence stands at a conveyor belt sifting through the tons of scavenged DNA that comes through every day. His job is to find just the right kind of DNA. DNA that can be used to grow others like him. His job is very important and even though it is extremely dull and repetitive, Clarence takes great pride knowing that he is helping to build an army to exterminate the Doctor. He also knows that if he works hard enough and makes his quota every day, someday he'll be promoted to geneticist, and then he'll be earning a bigger paycheck. Now though, he ekes out a modest living on the credits he has and provides a stable home for his wife and child.
Now six o'clock has finally come, and after a hard day's sifting, Clarence heads for home. On the way though, he stops off at the newsagents to purchase some magazines. Let's follow him inside and observe what happens…
Ding, ding…
"GOOD EVENING, SIR! WHAT CAN I GET YOU THIS EVENING?" the shopkeeper said.
"I NEED TO BUY SOME PORN!" Clarence replied.
"CER-TAIN-LY SIR, WHAT INTERESTS YOU?"
Clarence looks over at the rack behind the counter.
"GIVE ME A COPY OF BARELY LE-GAL DALEKS, DALEK ON DALEK, AND SKARO SLUTS!"
The shopkeeper glided over, got the magazines down with his plunger, and laid them one by one on the counter.
"WILL THERE BE ANY-THING ELSE?" he asked.
"YES, GIVE ME A COPY OF…"
Clarence hesitated.
"GIVE ME A COPY OF TEEN DALEK," he said.
He heard the shopkeeper snigger.
"IT'S FOR MY DAUGH-TER!"
"SURE IT IS, SIR," the shopkeeper said, sucking the magazine off the rack.
He laid it on top of the porn.
"THAT WILL BE FIF-TEEN CREDITS!" he said, to Clarence.
They touched plungers and Clarence downloaded the credits into the shopkeeper's systems.
"THANK YOU SIR, HAVE A LOVE-LY EVE-NING!" the shopkeeper said.
Clarence sucked the magazines up and glided out the door.
And now, Clarence heads for home, a modest little house on the edge of town. His wife is a stay-at-home mum while his child goes to the education center during the day, so she can learn how to hate all life forms like a good Dalek should. Here he is, gliding up to the door where his wife Beryl greets him. Let's go back to the action…
"HELLO, DEAR, HOW WAS YOUR DAY?" Beryl said, as she touched plungers with her husband.
"TODAY WAS EX-CELLENT. WE FOUND 150 NEW GENES THAT CAN BE USED TO MAKE DALEKS!"
"EX-CELLENT, SOON WE WILL BE STRONG ENOUGH TO DEFEAT THE DOC-TOR AGAIN!" Beryl replied.
"THE DALEK RACE WILL RISE AGAIN. SOON WE WILL SPREAD OUT ONCE MORE ACROSS THE STARS AND DE-STORY ALL IN OUR PATH. I…IS THAT A ROAST IN THE O-VEN?"
"YES, DEAR, I AM MAKING PO-TATOES AND CAR-ROTS TO GO WITH IT."
"EX-CELLENT! I AM HUNGRY AND RE-QUIRE SUS-TA-NANCE. WHERE IS SUSIE AT?"
"SHE IS IN HER ROOM."
"BRING HER TO ME. I WISH TO SEE HER!"
"I WILL OBEY!"
Beryl glides off, as Clarence quickly hides his porn in his special hidey-hole for later. By the time he is done, Beryl is back with a tiny Dalek following behind her.
"THERE YOU ARE SUSIE. DADDY MISSED YOU," Clarence said, gliding up to her.
They touch plungers.
"I HAVE BROUGHT YOU THE MAG-A-ZINE YOU HAVE REQUESTED. IT IS ON THE TABLE!" he said, to her.
"COOL! THANKS, DADDY!"
"HONESTLY, I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU SEE IN THESE BOY BANDS! IN MY DAY, DALEKS MADE PRO-PER MUSIC."
"BUT, DADDY, I LOVE THE BACK-STREET DALEKS, THEY ARE SO CUTE!"
Clarence swivels his dome.
"IF YOU SAY SO," he said.
His eyestalk lowers, and he notices a bump missing from the front of Susie's battle armor.
"A BUMP HAS FALLEN OFF," he said, proudly.
"YES, DADDY, IT HAP-PENED TODAY AT THE ED-U-CATION CEN-TER."
THEN YOU WILL PUT IT BESIDE YOUR BED AND WHEN YOU GO TO SLEEP TO-NIGHT, THE BUMP FAIRY WILL COME AND LEAVE YOU SOME CREDITS!"
"YEAH!" Susie said, moving her plunger up and down.
Clarence moved forward and patted her on the head with his plunger.
"YOU ARE GROW-ING BIG-GER EVERY DAY. SOON YOU WILL BE READY FOR ADULT BATTLE ARMOR," Clarence said, proudly.
"I HOPE I GROW UP TO BE AS GREAT A DALEK AS YOU ARE, DAD!"
"YOU WILL. YOU WILL BE THE ONE TO DE-STROY THE DOC-TOR, I CAN FEEL IT!"
"YEAH!"
"NOW GO AND WASH UP, IT IS TIME TO EAT."
Susie goes past her dad, sucks up the magazine, and heads off to her room.
And so, this happy family slides out of their battle armor onto the dinner table and enjoys the roast, potatoes, and carrots that Beryl has spent the day preparing. They do what most families do, talk about the day's events, make small talk about the weather, dream of the day the Doctor will die by their blasters, and they will once again become the dominant species in the universe. Really, it's no different from you or me, except maybe for the part about destroying the Doctor and ruling the universe.
After dinner is finished, and the family climbs back into their battle armor, Susie helps mum with the dishes, while Clarence grabs his stash of porn, goes to his special room that is off-limits to everyone and rubs his tentacles together, as he looks at pictures of bumpless Dalek women and Daleks out of their armor in alluring poses. While he relieves the day's tension, Beryl and Susie finish the dishes. Beryl then goes into the den to watch the holoprojector, while Susie elevates upstairs to her room to read her magazine.
Finally, it is time to retire to the sleeping chambers. Clarence finishes looking at his porn and elevates upstairs with his wife to their sleeping chamber. They slide out of the battle armor onto their bed and embrace each other, as they touch each other's sensitive spots with their tentacles and moan in ecstasy. The end of another perfect day for Clarence on New Skaro.
And, that concludes our look at the typical day of a Dalek. Now, let's return to the Doctor and see what is going on in the TARDIS…