The Dalek didn't measure time anymore. There was nothing to measure it. But sometime after the Doctor left and that prickling sensation faded away, it started up again. The Dalek hadn't recognised it before, but it knew what it was now. It remembered. Time-Traveller.
It wasn't the Doctor.
Human: Female: Caucasian: Blonde (Brown? Analysis Inconclusive) pigmentation to hair: European descent: Time-Traveller.
She didn't know what it was. The Dalek affected a pained voice, and spoke half-truths. It was dying, it was in pain, they tortured it. The human seemed to show a degree or sympathy. Evidently, this was an inferior strain of humanity to the ones that occupied this area.
"Are you ... afraid?"
It took very little more coaxing. She pressed one hand against it's armour. And the armour burned.
The Dalek had immolated the last being that had touched it, scouring his body for a cell with a DNA pattern that could be of use to it. It had found nothing. With this time-travelling human, it barely had to scorch the first layer of skin. It took the DNA and reproduced it, twisting it into something closer to Dalek DNA and regenerating.
There were sirens and the human that had tortured it came hurrying in as the Dalek snapped it's chains.
"What are you going to do, sucker me to death?" The human laughed.
Primary Order: Exterminate.
The manipulator arm shot out, closing around the human's skull and crushing it. The Dalek moved onwards, with an odd feeling of satisfaction.
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It wasn't the Doctor.
Human: Female: Caucasian: Blonde (Brown? Analysis Inconclusive) pigmentation to hair: European descent: Time-Traveller.
She didn't know what it was. The Dalek affected a pained voice, and spoke half-truths. It was dying, it was in pain, they tortured it. The human seemed to show a degree or sympathy. Evidently, this was an inferior strain of humanity to the ones that occupied this area.
"Are you ... afraid?"
It took very little more coaxing. She pressed one hand against it's armour. And the armour burned.
The Dalek had immolated the last being that had touched it, scouring his body for a cell with a DNA pattern that could be of use to it. It had found nothing. With this time-travelling human, it barely had to scorch the first layer of skin. It took the DNA and reproduced it, twisting it into something closer to Dalek DNA and regenerating.
There were sirens and the human that had tortured it came hurrying in as the Dalek snapped it's chains.
"What are you going to do, sucker me to death?" The human laughed.
Primary Order: Exterminate.
The manipulator arm shot out, closing around the human's skull and crushing it. The Dalek moved onwards, with an odd feeling of satisfaction.