"No one programmed the transmat, no one selected the new contestants. It is exactly like those stories." Pavale, the man who interrupted the working people at floor 500. "Oh, don't start that again. I think you need to take a session off." A woman rolled her eyes.
"Well, I would, if you'd take it with me." Pavale flirted. "And don't start that again either." She rolled her eyes. "But the rumours go back decades, saying that something's been hidden up here. Underneath the transmissions." Pavale insisted. "But the Controller would know. She watches everything." The woman warned. "Maybe she just can't see it. You've got to allow for human error." Pavale joked.
"Well, that's your problem, then. I don't think she's been human for years." The woman laughed.
A human woman had fibre optic filaments coming out of her head and torso. "Eighteen, nineteen, twenty. Transmit, transmit, transmit.." She muttered under her breath.
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"Are you insane? You just step right into the disintegrator? Is it that important, getting your face on the telly? Is it worth dying for?" The Doctor shouted. "You're talking like we've got a choice!" Lynda yelled back. "But I thought you had to apply." The Doctor's voice dropped. "Don't be so stupid. That's how they played it centuries back." Strood joined. "You get chosen whether you like it or not. Everyone on Earth is a potential contestant. The transmat beam picks you out at random. And it's non stop. There are sixty Big Brother houses running all at once." Lynda said.
"How many? Sixty?" The Doctor asked, appalled.
"They've had to cut back. It's not what it was." Strood shrugged.
"It's a charnel house! What about the winners? What do they get?" The Doctor inquired.
LYNDA: They get to live.
"Is that it?" The Doctor asked.
"Well, isn't that enough?"
"Rose. The Rebel. They are out there. They got caught in the transmat. They are contestants. Time I got out. That other contestant, er, Linda with an I. She was forcibly evicted for what?" The Doctor realized.
"Damage to property." Lynda sighed.
"What, like this?" The Doctor smirked. The Doctor's sonic screwdriver broke a camera into oblivion.
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"Ring 1! It's your turn TO KNOCK OUT!" The cheesy slogan came out of the announcer's mouth, officially starting up the deadly game. The two first competitors, Julian, an 18 year old boy, who had the most even tan ever, shaggy blonde hair that was in a permanent whiff, and bright grey eyes. His ego was bigger than his hair, and he was strong. And Syd, and 18 year old girl, with dark skin, long braided brown hair, and chocolate brown eyes. She was sweet, smart, and very thimble. She could squeeze into the smallest space, catlike almost. The two stepped into a bright green ring. The bell rang, signaling the beginning of an eventful fight.
It was bad. Worse than bad. Horrific. The Rebel watched as Juilan was beaten to a pulp. Syd had all but broke his neck. He was laying on the hard ground, a pool of blood around him. The Rebel watched as the next round began.
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Jack had changed again in tennis whites. "No, I'm just not getting this. It's just too safe. Too decent. And you'd never keep it clean." Jack shook his head. "Stage two, ready and waiting." Trine-e and Zu-Zana said in unison. "Bring it on, girls." Jack smirked. His clothes were disintegrated yet again. "And now it's time for the face off!" They said agin.
"What does that mean? Do I get to compete with someone else?" Jack smirked. "No. Like I said, face off." Trine-e said. She started up her chainsaw.
"I think you'd look good with a dog's head." A large pair of scissors started up.
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The Girl Who Survived (Doctor Who)
Fanfiction"Oh yeah?! What's stopping me from running away? Huh? You know. There's a reason I'm called The Rebel. It's because I don't follow rules. Especially rules given to me by some tin pepper shakers! Bye. Bye!" ••• The Rebel thought she was the last Time...
