p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"strongspan style="color: #1a1a1a;"AN: Hello! Only 3 more chapters!/span/strong/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;"The Doctor pushed open the TARDIS door. "Here, we can bring them into the med bay. You first, though." The Doctor glanced at Dr. Rosen's stomach. Blood was seeping through his shirt. The Doctor led him around the TARDIS console, up a flight of stairs, and through a clean white door./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;"The smell of antiseptic brought Dr. Rosen back from his state of awe. The med bay was very white and very big, with at least ten hospital beds along one wall. Behind each bed was a large white hole. It looked as if the beds retracted into those holes. They reminded Dr. Rosen of a CAT scan. Along another wall were shelves upon shelves of colored medicine bottles, as well as surgical instruments and bandages./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;""Do you often have injuries?" Dr. Rosen asked./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;" The Doctor shook his head. "Not often. Besides, I can generally heal myself. Perks of being a Time Lord. Sit here," He pointed at an examination table. Dr. Rosen hoisted himself up and laid back. The Doctor grabbed some gauze, bandages, and, after rummaging through the shelves, a red bottle of liquid./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;""I thought you weren't a medical doctor!"/span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;""Far from it. You don't really need much medical knowledge if you have bottles of medicine for every ailment known to man. And alien. Lift your shirt." Dr. Rosen complied. The absence of his shirt revealed tightly wrapped gauze that had been stained red from blood. "Well, that has to go. Hang on," The Doctor went to the shelf and grabbed a bottle of white pills. "Take two. They're painkillers. This isn't going to feel nice." Slowly, the Doctor peeled the blood-stained bandages away from Dr. Rosen's skin. He dropped them into a trash can below the examination table. /spanspan class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a;"The Doctor wet a washcloth in a sink and dabbed it on Dr. Rosen's wound. Once it was sufficiently cleaned, he opened the red bottle. There was an eye dropper attached to the lid. He removed it and drew some red liquid out of the bottle. It didn't look like blood, it was more translucent./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;"Dr. Rosen tensed. "What is that going to do?"/span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;""It will close up the bullet hole, and heal all of the organs the bullet may have hit. Better than stitches!" The Doctor smiled encouragingly. Dr. Rosen relaxed slightly, still wary of the alien medicine. The Doctor emptied the eye dropper into one bullet hole and got more to put in the other. The holes started hissing and looked like they were smoking./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;""Agh!" Dr. Rosen cried. It was very painful./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;""I'm sorry it hurts, but it will be over soon." The Doctor said sympathetically. He taped some gauze over the wounds and wrapped them with bandages. He then put away the red bottle. "Sit there, I'll get Gary to help me bring up the Alphas. And Parish." Dr. Rosen managed a nod, grimacing as he did so./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;"The Doctor quickly left the room and hurried down the stairs. Gary was outside the TARDIS, pacing around the Alphas, unsure of what to do. "Here, Gary, help me carry Nina into the TARDIS," said the Doctor. He bent down and grabbed Nina's upper arms. Gary looked at her feet, then at the Doctor. "Yes, grab her feet." They both grunted as they lifted Nina up. "This way," said the Doctor. He maneuvered his way into the TARDIS and up the stairs. "Here, set her down on this bed." They raised Nina up and plopped her onto the hospital bed./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;"They continued this with the rest of the group. Stanton Parish was still left on the ground. "What do we do with Stanton Parish, Doctor?" Gary asked, scratching his head./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;""I think... Just bring him inside the TARDIS. We can ask Doctor Rosen." They picked his body up, but it made the Doctor very uncomfortable. He was glad when they put him down on the furthest hospital bed from the Alphas. The Doctor pulled the bed sheet up over Parish's face./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;"The Doctor left the TARDIS once more. He gathered Clara up in his arms and brought her up into the TARDIS, but he didn't go up the stairs to the med bay. Instead, he brought her around a corner and through a round dark purple door. Into his bedroom. He set her down on his maroon bed. "I'll be back for you soon, Impossible Girl," he murmured in her ear. He glanced at the wall, where there was a false window that looked like Gallifrey was on the other side. The burnt orange grass on the hills waved in the wind. He closed his eyes briefly, then left the room, closing the door softly behind him./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;""All right, Doctor Rosen, I hope you're feeling better because you understand how Alphas work much better than I do. Why wouldn't they have woken up when I reversed the photostimulators?" The Doctor burst into the room, sweeping by the examination table Dr. Rosen was lying on./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;"Heaving himself off of the examination table, Dr. Rosen joined the Doctor at the foot of Rachel's bed. "We still need to perform a more thorough analysis of their state. Do you have anything...?"/span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;""Yes, here," said the Doctor. He moved to the head of Rachel's and flipped open the cover of a small control panel. He pressed a green button, and her bed moved into the hole behind her. "The Schematicizer will scan her body and tell us what's going on inside of it, in real time. Here," the Doctor flipped a switch in the control panel and a screen appeared above the hole. It showed the contour of Rachel's body. On her head was a pulsating red color./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;""What does THAT mean?" Dr. Rosen asked, gesturing to the red./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;"The Doctor squinted at the Gallifreyan that was moving down the screen. "Uh, she is fighting something off, you were right, but it isn't a fever or any kind of disease." The Doctor turned to Dr. Rosen, his face grim. "Her body is rejecting the Alpha part of her brain, everything that gives her her abilities. I'd guess that the same thing is happening to all of them. Except Gary." The Doctor looked at Gary, who had been scrutinizing the Doctor's many bottles of medicine with his hands behind his back./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;""This...is..." Dr. Rosen began. He seemed lost. "Will they lose their abilities?"/span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;"The Doctor glanced at the screen again. "It's certainly a possibility, but I don't think they'd live long enough to notice. Their brains aren't just rejecting the Alpha part, it's basically a war inside of their heads and it's only getting worse. Soon, their brains will have destroyed themselves..." The Doctor said. He had been staring at the screen while he said all that, but chances a look at Dr. Rosen. He looked...calm. Eerily so. The Doctor realized he was very, very angry./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;""How...can we fix this?" Growled Dr. Rosen. His eyes never left the Doctor's. "How do we make their brains stop attacking themselves?"/span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;""I- I think I know of a way to help them, but I'm not sure if you would like the consequences." Began the Doctor. Dr. Rosen didn't say anything, so he continued to talk. "The TARDIS has the unique ability to be able to basically broadcast signals over big expanses. Like, planet big. I could program her to mimic what a photostimulator does, but program it to specifically target Alphas all over the globe. I know that this," the Doctor waved a hand at the unconscious Alphas. "Isn't happening globally, but... I think it would be for the best for humankind. There are no Alphas in the future, and I think I understand why now."/span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;""So you want to rid the world of Alphas." Dr. Rosen said flatly./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;"The Doctor hesitated. "Erm. Yes. It shouldn't cause them any physical harm, and even though it isn't really my place to decide this for them, I think it's the best option we have. No one like Stanton Parish or the Ardives will ever be able to come forward to take control of the Alphas again. Except for possibly Gary. He is an enigma."/span/p
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p class="MsoNormal"span style="color: #1a1a1a;"Dr. Rosen thought for a moment. "I think we ought to do that. End the race of Alphas. It almost feels like that's what Stanton Parish was trying to do all along, but somehow...this seems right. So, where do we start?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"strongspan style="color: #1a1a1a;"AN: Well. I hope that you enjoyed that. Hopefully it solves your questions about the ending. It will get resolved more clearly in the next chapters./span/strong/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;"The Doctor pushed open the TARDIS door. "Here, we can bring them into the med bay. You first, though." The Doctor glanced at Dr. Rosen's stomach. Blood was seeping through his shirt. The Doctor led him around the TARDIS console, up a flight of stairs, and through a clean white door./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;"The smell of antiseptic brought Dr. Rosen back from his state of awe. The med bay was very white and very big, with at least ten hospital beds along one wall. Behind each bed was a large white hole. It looked as if the beds retracted into those holes. They reminded Dr. Rosen of a CAT scan. Along another wall were shelves upon shelves of colored medicine bottles, as well as surgical instruments and bandages./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;""Do you often have injuries?" Dr. Rosen asked./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;" The Doctor shook his head. "Not often. Besides, I can generally heal myself. Perks of being a Time Lord. Sit here," He pointed at an examination table. Dr. Rosen hoisted himself up and laid back. The Doctor grabbed some gauze, bandages, and, after rummaging through the shelves, a red bottle of liquid./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;""I thought you weren't a medical doctor!"/span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;""Far from it. You don't really need much medical knowledge if you have bottles of medicine for every ailment known to man. And alien. Lift your shirt." Dr. Rosen complied. The absence of his shirt revealed tightly wrapped gauze that had been stained red from blood. "Well, that has to go. Hang on," The Doctor went to the shelf and grabbed a bottle of white pills. "Take two. They're painkillers. This isn't going to feel nice." Slowly, the Doctor peeled the blood-stained bandages away from Dr. Rosen's skin. He dropped them into a trash can below the examination table. /spanspan class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a;"The Doctor wet a washcloth in a sink and dabbed it on Dr. Rosen's wound. Once it was sufficiently cleaned, he opened the red bottle. There was an eye dropper attached to the lid. He removed it and drew some red liquid out of the bottle. It didn't look like blood, it was more translucent./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;"Dr. Rosen tensed. "What is that going to do?"/span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;""It will close up the bullet hole, and heal all of the organs the bullet may have hit. Better than stitches!" The Doctor smiled encouragingly. Dr. Rosen relaxed slightly, still wary of the alien medicine. The Doctor emptied the eye dropper into one bullet hole and got more to put in the other. The holes started hissing and looked like they were smoking./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;""Agh!" Dr. Rosen cried. It was very painful./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;""I'm sorry it hurts, but it will be over soon." The Doctor said sympathetically. He taped some gauze over the wounds and wrapped them with bandages. He then put away the red bottle. "Sit there, I'll get Gary to help me bring up the Alphas. And Parish." Dr. Rosen managed a nod, grimacing as he did so./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;"The Doctor quickly left the room and hurried down the stairs. Gary was outside the TARDIS, pacing around the Alphas, unsure of what to do. "Here, Gary, help me carry Nina into the TARDIS," said the Doctor. He bent down and grabbed Nina's upper arms. Gary looked at her feet, then at the Doctor. "Yes, grab her feet." They both grunted as they lifted Nina up. "This way," said the Doctor. He maneuvered his way into the TARDIS and up the stairs. "Here, set her down on this bed." They raised Nina up and plopped her onto the hospital bed./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;"They continued this with the rest of the group. Stanton Parish was still left on the ground. "What do we do with Stanton Parish, Doctor?" Gary asked, scratching his head./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;""I think... Just bring him inside the TARDIS. We can ask Doctor Rosen." They picked his body up, but it made the Doctor very uncomfortable. He was glad when they put him down on the furthest hospital bed from the Alphas. The Doctor pulled the bed sheet up over Parish's face./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;"The Doctor left the TARDIS once more. He gathered Clara up in his arms and brought her up into the TARDIS, but he didn't go up the stairs to the med bay. Instead, he brought her around a corner and through a round dark purple door. Into his bedroom. He set her down on his maroon bed. "I'll be back for you soon, Impossible Girl," he murmured in her ear. He glanced at the wall, where there was a false window that looked like Gallifrey was on the other side. The burnt orange grass on the hills waved in the wind. He closed his eyes briefly, then left the room, closing the door softly behind him./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;""All right, Doctor Rosen, I hope you're feeling better because you understand how Alphas work much better than I do. Why wouldn't they have woken up when I reversed the photostimulators?" The Doctor burst into the room, sweeping by the examination table Dr. Rosen was lying on./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;"Heaving himself off of the examination table, Dr. Rosen joined the Doctor at the foot of Rachel's bed. "We still need to perform a more thorough analysis of their state. Do you have anything...?"/span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;""Yes, here," said the Doctor. He moved to the head of Rachel's and flipped open the cover of a small control panel. He pressed a green button, and her bed moved into the hole behind her. "The Schematicizer will scan her body and tell us what's going on inside of it, in real time. Here," the Doctor flipped a switch in the control panel and a screen appeared above the hole. It showed the contour of Rachel's body. On her head was a pulsating red color./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;""What does THAT mean?" Dr. Rosen asked, gesturing to the red./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;"The Doctor squinted at the Gallifreyan that was moving down the screen. "Uh, she is fighting something off, you were right, but it isn't a fever or any kind of disease." The Doctor turned to Dr. Rosen, his face grim. "Her body is rejecting the Alpha part of her brain, everything that gives her her abilities. I'd guess that the same thing is happening to all of them. Except Gary." The Doctor looked at Gary, who had been scrutinizing the Doctor's many bottles of medicine with his hands behind his back./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;""This...is..." Dr. Rosen began. He seemed lost. "Will they lose their abilities?"/span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;"The Doctor glanced at the screen again. "It's certainly a possibility, but I don't think they'd live long enough to notice. Their brains aren't just rejecting the Alpha part, it's basically a war inside of their heads and it's only getting worse. Soon, their brains will have destroyed themselves..." The Doctor said. He had been staring at the screen while he said all that, but chances a look at Dr. Rosen. He looked...calm. Eerily so. The Doctor realized he was very, very angry./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;""How...can we fix this?" Growled Dr. Rosen. His eyes never left the Doctor's. "How do we make their brains stop attacking themselves?"/span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;""I- I think I know of a way to help them, but I'm not sure if you would like the consequences." Began the Doctor. Dr. Rosen didn't say anything, so he continued to talk. "The TARDIS has the unique ability to be able to basically broadcast signals over big expanses. Like, planet big. I could program her to mimic what a photostimulator does, but program it to specifically target Alphas all over the globe. I know that this," the Doctor waved a hand at the unconscious Alphas. "Isn't happening globally, but... I think it would be for the best for humankind. There are no Alphas in the future, and I think I understand why now."/span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;""So you want to rid the world of Alphas." Dr. Rosen said flatly./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"span style="color: #1a1a1a;"The Doctor hesitated. "Erm. Yes. It shouldn't cause them any physical harm, and even though it isn't really my place to decide this for them, I think it's the best option we have. No one like Stanton Parish or the Ardives will ever be able to come forward to take control of the Alphas again. Except for possibly Gary. He is an enigma."/span/p
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p class="MsoNormal"span style="color: #1a1a1a;"Dr. Rosen thought for a moment. "I think we ought to do that. End the race of Alphas. It almost feels like that's what Stanton Parish was trying to do all along, but somehow...this seems right. So, where do we start?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"strongspan style="color: #1a1a1a;"AN: Well. I hope that you enjoyed that. Hopefully it solves your questions about the ending. It will get resolved more clearly in the next chapters./span/strong/p