Relationship Status Unknown
Alex's POV
I bolted up in a chair inside of a unfamiliar room. I had beads of sweat on my forehead and my hands were shaking. I had just had a crazy dream, I was holding a baby and a man said that the baby looked just like me. Turning around to see who it was the person's face was all blurred. Then everything went black. Sitting up in a metal chair I saw a screen in front of me. Then I heard a voice
" Welcome to voting cubicle three thirty C. Please leave this installation as you would wish to find it. The United Kingdom recognises the right to know of all its citizens. A presentation concerning the history of Starship UK will begin shortly. Your identity is being verified on our electoral roll. Name, Alexandria Emily Pond. Age, thirteen hundred and six," said the voice even though the screen said 1308...
"Shut up," I muttered to myself.
"Marital status," said the computer. I sat up and leaned in anxious to see what it said.
"Unknown" said the voice and I huffed, so much for information. Then a man pops up on the screen.
"You are here because you want to know the truth about this starship, and I am talking to you because you're entitled to know. When this presentation has finished, you will have a choice. You may either protest. or forget. If you choose to protest, understand this. If just one percent of the population of this ship do likewise, the programme will be discontinued with consequences for you all. If you choose to accept the situation, and we hope that you will, then press the Forget button. All the information I'm about to give you will be erased from your memory. You will continue to enjoy the safety and amenities of Starship UK, unburdened by the knowledge of what has been done to save you. Here then, is the truth about Starship UK, and the price that has been paid for the safety of the British people. May God have mercy on our souls," says the man before the screen goes black. I sit there confused for a moment before I loose control of my arms and press forget. Then I appear on the screen.
"This isn't a trick. This is for real. You've got to find the Doctor and Amy and get them back to the Tardis. Don't let The Doctor investigate. Stop him. Do whatever you have to, just please, please get the Doctor and Amy off this ship!" Yells onscreen me. Then the door opens. Outside stands Mandy as Amy and the Doctor run in.
"Listen to me. This isn't a trick. This is for real," says on screen me.
"Alex?" Asks The Doctor.
"You've got to find the Doctor and Amy," says On screen me before I turn it off.
"What have you done?" Asks the Doctor as he screens an object in the ceiling.
"Yeah, your basic memory wipe job. Must have erased about twenty minutes," said The Doctor as he scanned me with the sonic.
"But why would I choose to forget?" I asked.
"Because everyone does. Everyone chooses the Forget button," says Mandy.
"Did you?" Asked Amy.
"I'm not eligible to vote yet. I'm twelve. Any time after you're sixteen, you're allowed to the see the film and make your choice. And then once every five years," explained Mandy.
"And once every five years, everyone chooses to forget what they've learned. Democracy in action," said The Doctor.
"How do you not know about this? Are you Scottish too?" Asked Mandy. I rolled my eyes...what's wrong with being Scottish!?
"Oh, I'm way worse than Scottish. I can't even see the movie. Won't play for me," said the Doctor.
"It played for me," I said.
"The difference being the computer doesn't accept me as human," said The Doctor.
"Why not? You look human," I pointed out.
"No, you look Time Lord. We came first," he bragged.
"So there are other Time Lords, yeah?" Asked Amy.
"No. There were, but there aren't. Just me now. Long story. There was a bad day. Bad stuff happened. And you know what? I'd love to forget it all, every last bit of it, but I don't. Not ever. Because this is what I do, every time, every day, every second. This. Hold tight. We're bringing down the government!" He exclaimed. The Doctor hits the Protest button. The door slams shut, trapping us inside. And the ground beneath us drops into a long black pit.
"Say wheee!" Yelled The Doctor
"AAARRRGGGHHH!" I yelled as we fell.
The Doctor and I drop down a chute into what appears to be organic waste. Star Wars reference number two. Amy follows a few moments later with a scream.
"Argh! High speed air cannon. Lousy way to travel," said The Doctor.
"Where are we?" I asked.
"Six hundred feet down, twenty miles laterally, puts us at the heart of the ship. I'd say Lancashire. What's this then, a cave? Can't be a cave. Looks like a cave," babbled the Doctor. I began to wipe stuff off my sweats.
"It's a rubbish dump, and it's minging!" Exclaimed Amy
"Yes, but only food refuse. Organic, coming through feeder tubes from all over the ship.
"The floor's all squidgy, like a water bed," I say smiling and bouncing a little
"But feeding what, though?" He asks himself.
"It's sort of rubbery, feel it. Wet and slimy," said Amy. Then I hear an animal noise in the distance.
"Er, it's not a floor, it's a. So," said the Doctor clapping his hands.
"It's a what?" I asked.
"The next word is kind of a scary word. You probably want to take a moment, get yourself in a calm place. Go omm," said the Doctor and we obeyed.
"Omm."
"It's a tongue," he said and I scrunched up my face.
"A tongue?" I asked.
"A tongue. A great big tongue," replied The Doctor with a fascinated look.
"This is a mouth. This whole place is a mouth? We're in a mouth?" I rambled.
"Yes, yes, yes. But on the plus side, roomy," he said grinning like a five year old.
"How do we get out?" Asked Amy.
"How big is this beastie? It's gorgeous. Blimey, if this is just the mouth, I'd love to see the stomach. Though not right now," he said happily. Why is he happy!? We are in a mouth!?
"Doctor, how do we get out?" Asked Amy again.
"Okay, it's being fed through surgically implanted feeder tubes, so the normal entrance is closed for business," he said pointing to a big wall of teeth.
"We could try, though," I say walking around.
"No, stop, don't move," he says and I freeze then the 'floor' vibrates.
"Too late. It's started," said The Doctor
"What has?" Asked Amy frightened.
"Swallow reflex," he replied.
"What are you doing?" I asked as he messed with the sonic, waving it around and giving it a smack every so often.
"I'm vibrating the chemo-receptors," he said and I stood there. I knew what that meant, I graduated with a degree in Veterinarian, then went on to become an Equestrian Director.
"Chemo-what?" Asked Amy.
"The eject button," I say shortening the process.
"How does a mouth have an eject button?" She asked.
"Think about it!" Yelled The Doctor as
a wave of vomit approaches.
"Right, then. This isn't going to be big on dignity. Geronimo!" He yelled as he grabbed my hand and the vomit carried us. I just screamed.
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The Doctor And The Pond
FanficMy name is Alexandria Pond, when I was a little girl my sister Amelia and I had an imaginary friend. And when we grew up he came back. He's called the Doctor, he comes from somewhere else. He's got a box called the TARDIS that can travel anywhere in...
