Oh, Tranquility. Looks as though the honeymoon's over. We all had a good run-around with our hands in the air wondering what the hell was going on... a week in, no real answers as to what happened, things are getting all Quiet on the Western Front and suddenly - bam. Potential prophecy of impending doom. The long silence about to be broken. Secrets
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[Y'know, being a Cybernetic killing machine and all. You'd think it would have done something about that.]
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...Well, there goes that theory.
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The again, one isn't exactly an invasion. Not that I'm the invadin' type.
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[Still giving off a strong WEIRDED OUT vibe here.]
.....You're a Cyberman.
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I did the whole stompin' around, conquering planets, you will be like us thing for a while, but... it wasn't really my thing, if you get me.
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[The memories are fuzzy - even the Doctor doesn't remember everything - but this still feels familiar.]
...Have we met before? Although -- [He looks down at himself, touches his face.] -- No, I suppose we haven't. Not technically.
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[He takes a good look at the screen and searches his memory. The face doesn't register with any stored data.]
Hard to say... what's your name? Your face is unknown to me.
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Hang on - no. Yes! Space pirates! I had much longer hair. And a cravat. And a friend called Izzy. Am I ringing any bells?
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Is this that 'humour' thing I keep meaning to figure out?
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[He raises an index finger to draw a circle around his own face.]
Time Lord. Regenerative ability. 'Bout to bite the big one, we grow ourselves a new body. And now you know.
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[Impossible blue box, impossible man.]
It's... it's great to see you again! Curious, though, why they took your new body and not the one that I had just been talking to before arriving here.
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