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inking back into a bed of fragrant, soft, flowering buds and sighing
contentedly, the Doctor in his multi-coloured jacket and canary yellow trousers
looked quite at home. His quick thinking at the time after his fifth
regeneration had given him instant camouflage in any floral environment. Suddenly,
his nose began to twitch as a none-too pleasant odour of burning circuitry hit
his olfactory system. He opened one eye and gazed witheringly to his left,
towards the TARDIS.Emerging from the front of the time craft was his companion Peri, dressed
in a loose fitting blue jumpsuit, amidst clouds of acrid smoke, coughing and
spluttering. 'Why...you lazy, indolent...' she gagged.
The Doctor snorted, 'Do you have to make such a noise?' he grinned
wickedly.
'You might have at least tried to repair the TARDIS a little before you
left her!' Peri gave him a cold stare as she hovered like a vulture over his
form.
The Doctor grimaced and waved a dismissive hand. 'Nonsense. The old girl got
us to where I wanted - paradise! Almost as restful as the Eye of Orion...'
'Oh yer,' complained poor Perpugillian Brown, bored a little with such
infuriating apathy. 'You land us in a field full of beautiful flora and fauna
not a few miles away from a whacking great, dirty, grimy city!' she turned and
pointed eastward. 'It's probably squalid as New York!'
There,
not too distant was a sight that made the Doctor sit bolt upright with abject
attention. For a minute he was boggle-eyed, staring at the towering tower
blocks and inter-connecting tubes of a very modern, hi-tech metropolis. 'Well,
that wasn't here before! The last time I came here the Utopians were just
simple agriculturalists, toiling a living out of the
land.' |
He rose and brushed the pollen that dusted his clothes, into the air again.
Sucking in a sharp intake of breath, the timeless Time Lord smiled weakly.
'Still, I suppose after a thousand odd years you have to expect progress - even
on Utopia.'
Peri could have dropped through the ground as she gritted her teeth and
raised her eyes skywards as if in prayer. 'Wow! I mean you are the pits
sometimes - you can't ever get the century right...' But she had to stop her
bleating because the Doctor was already striding confidently off into the
distance following his own curiosity. She felt it unwise to follow...but did so
anyway.
When they reached the sprawling complex of buildings, Peri and the Doctor
were astounded to see how spotlessly clean, tidy and well ordered the whole
place was.
The buildings were made of white concrete with polished metal window frames
and shining, reflective glass as windows. Streets scrubbed and painted totally
white and to add a splash of colour up the middle of the pared streets were
flower beds and patches of lawns too.
Added to this, the people that jostled around were similarly clothed in
tight fitting tunics and trousers of, white, yellow or orange. As they
strolled, continuing their business, many noticed the odd couple and gave them
deathly cold stares.
One bearded man grabbed a hold of the Doctor and pushed him up a nearby
glass fronted doorway. 'What are you doing?' screeched the man with a vicious
tongue.
On the
defensive the Doctor beamed like a king. |
