The Colony Hospital - Doctor Who
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randomsushiThe Doctor and Zoe get Jamie to a hospital on the planet Ghiaccio Quattro and uncover an alien plot to control the people using flu. Follows on from The Prison Beneath The Sea.
“See, we’re not working for the Cybermen out of our own free will,” Harry said. “When they first came here, we didn’t know they were bad. They said the chipping was an Earth Control census thing.”
“It would be a horrible invasion of civil liberties, even if it didn’t control people” the Doctor said crossly.
Don shrugged. “The colony was chipped when they settled here and everybody’s been chipped since. We thought it was just an upgrade. Anyway,” he continued as the Doctor was shocked into silence. “Then they unleashed that horrible flu to do it. And then our colleague, Nigel, found out that they were turning the dead bodies into Cybermen and confronted them. And they killed him.”
Harry nodded sadly. “We don’t like what they’re doing, but we figured we could do more to stop them alive, rather than dead.”
“So what have you done?” Zoe asked, looking cross. “It doesn’t seem like an awful lot to me. If it wasn’t for the Doctor, they’d be converting people to Cybermen right his minute.”
“Well they’ve been standing guard over us,” Harry said defensively. “And YOU made them put their plans into action early. They weren’t planning to start the conversion until 95% of the population were chipped, we’d have had time to finish our plan!”
“And what exactly is your plan, if you don’t mind me asking?” the Doctor asked calmly.
Harry glanced at Don, who nodded. “We’ve been writing a computer virus to attack the Cybermen,” he said in a hushed tone, glancing around as if he expected a Cyberman to jump out of the corner. “Most of the ones here are dead flu victims who’ve been converted and they still have head chips. We’re trying to get it to reactivate the chips and self destruct. Only we haven’t perfected it yet. We don’t want it to attack the controlled people and kill them too.”
“That actually sounds like a good plan,” Zoe said grudgingly. “May I see how far you’ve gotten?”
“Oh go on,” the Doctor said as Don and Harry exchanged wary glances. “Zoe’s a computer genius. She may be able to help.”
Grudgingly, Don stood up and offered her his seat. “This is what we’ve got so far,” he told her, bringing up a screen of commands. “Once activated, it’ll attack their respiratory and nervous systems, shutting them down, before attacking the brain around them.”
“Well, what you’ve done is mostly correct,” the Doctor reassured him, gazing at the screen.
“I can see a few very silly mistakes, but overall, it’s not bad,” Zoe agreed, erasing a few characters and replacing them.
“Thanks,” Harry said, puffing up his chest in manly pride. “It took us five weeks to write.”
Zoe was about to comment on what a long time that was, when suddenly, the lights flickered and lit up. “They’ve got the power back on!” she cried. “They’ll be able to start converting again!”
The Doctor rushed over to her side. “Stop the signal that’s controlling the people! And… and sound the fire alarm! That should get people out of the building.”
/\/\/\
Everyone looked around, bewildered, trying to work out where they were and what was going on. Before they could gather their wits, the alarms began ringing. Sure that something terrible was happening, people began screaming and running.
Somewhere near the operating theatres, Jamie found himself in the middle of a crowd of similarly disorientated people. His immediate thought was to find Zoe and the Doctor, but before he could move, a Cyberman appeared in front of him and grabbed his arm. He gasped in pain as the bones ground together. The people around him began to scream and panic at the sight of the metal monster.
The Cyberman ignored the people and dragged Jamie towards a theatre. He struggled uselessly, despite the bone-crushing pain.
Inside the sterile whiteness of the theatre was another Cyberman and a large piece of shiny equipment that looked like an operating table with restraints. Jamie had a nasty suspicion as to its purpose. “You’ll no’ turn me into a Cyberman! The Doctor will stop you!”
“You are our hostage. You are a friend of the Doctor. He will surrender or you will be converted,” the Cyberman holding him said.
“Oh aye? You really think he’ll believe you won’t turn me into one of you if he gives himself up?” Jamie asked suspiciously.
The Cyberman almost shrugged. “We are willing to negotiate. If he will allow us to create our army, we will let you go free.”
“He’ll no’ let you turn all those people into Cybermen,” he said defiantly. “And I wouldnae let him anyway.”
The Cyberman began to drag him towards the conversion equipment. “Then you will become one of us.”
“See, we’re not working for the Cybermen out of our own free will,” Harry said. “When they first came here, we didn’t know they were bad. They said the chipping was an Earth Control census thing.”
“It would be a horrible invasion of civil liberties, even if it didn’t control people” the Doctor said crossly.
Don shrugged. “The colony was chipped when they settled here and everybody’s been chipped since. We thought it was just an upgrade. Anyway,” he continued as the Doctor was shocked into silence. “Then they unleashed that horrible flu to do it. And then our colleague, Nigel, found out that they were turning the dead bodies into Cybermen and confronted them. And they killed him.”
Harry nodded sadly. “We don’t like what they’re doing, but we figured we could do more to stop them alive, rather than dead.”
“So what have you done?” Zoe asked, looking cross. “It doesn’t seem like an awful lot to me. If it wasn’t for the Doctor, they’d be converting people to Cybermen right his minute.”
“Well they’ve been standing guard over us,” Harry said defensively. “And YOU made them put their plans into action early. They weren’t planning to start the conversion until 95% of the population were chipped, we’d have had time to finish our plan!”
“And what exactly is your plan, if you don’t mind me asking?” the Doctor asked calmly.
Harry glanced at Don, who nodded. “We’ve been writing a computer virus to attack the Cybermen,” he said in a hushed tone, glancing around as if he expected a Cyberman to jump out of the corner. “Most of the ones here are dead flu victims who’ve been converted and they still have head chips. We’re trying to get it to reactivate the chips and self destruct. Only we haven’t perfected it yet. We don’t want it to attack the controlled people and kill them too.”
“That actually sounds like a good plan,” Zoe said grudgingly. “May I see how far you’ve gotten?”
“Oh go on,” the Doctor said as Don and Harry exchanged wary glances. “Zoe’s a computer genius. She may be able to help.”
Grudgingly, Don stood up and offered her his seat. “This is what we’ve got so far,” he told her, bringing up a screen of commands. “Once activated, it’ll attack their respiratory and nervous systems, shutting them down, before attacking the brain around them.”
“Well, what you’ve done is mostly correct,” the Doctor reassured him, gazing at the screen.
“I can see a few very silly mistakes, but overall, it’s not bad,” Zoe agreed, erasing a few characters and replacing them.
“Thanks,” Harry said, puffing up his chest in manly pride. “It took us five weeks to write.”
Zoe was about to comment on what a long time that was, when suddenly, the lights flickered and lit up. “They’ve got the power back on!” she cried. “They’ll be able to start converting again!”
The Doctor rushed over to her side. “Stop the signal that’s controlling the people! And… and sound the fire alarm! That should get people out of the building.”
/\/\/\
Everyone looked around, bewildered, trying to work out where they were and what was going on. Before they could gather their wits, the alarms began ringing. Sure that something terrible was happening, people began screaming and running.
Somewhere near the operating theatres, Jamie found himself in the middle of a crowd of similarly disorientated people. His immediate thought was to find Zoe and the Doctor, but before he could move, a Cyberman appeared in front of him and grabbed his arm. He gasped in pain as the bones ground together. The people around him began to scream and panic at the sight of the metal monster.
The Cyberman ignored the people and dragged Jamie towards a theatre. He struggled uselessly, despite the bone-crushing pain.
Inside the sterile whiteness of the theatre was another Cyberman and a large piece of shiny equipment that looked like an operating table with restraints. Jamie had a nasty suspicion as to its purpose. “You’ll no’ turn me into a Cyberman! The Doctor will stop you!”
“You are our hostage. You are a friend of the Doctor. He will surrender or you will be converted,” the Cyberman holding him said.
“Oh aye? You really think he’ll believe you won’t turn me into one of you if he gives himself up?” Jamie asked suspiciously.
The Cyberman almost shrugged. “We are willing to negotiate. If he will allow us to create our army, we will let you go free.”
“He’ll no’ let you turn all those people into Cybermen,” he said defiantly. “And I wouldnae let him anyway.”
The Cyberman began to drag him towards the conversion equipment. “Then you will become one of us.”
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