𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙊𝙛 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚 ✧ 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 Ⅱ [✓]

The Rebel Flesh Pt. 1

"There are people coming. Well, almost" {Y/N} says.

"Almost coming?" Amy asks.

"Almost people," the Doctor says.

"I think we should really be going," Rory says.

"Come on!" Amy says.

"I'm telling you. When something runs towards you, it is never for a nice reason" Rory says as Amy drags him behind her, people are reclining in harnesses in the alcoves, as the four run through.

"What are all these harnesses for?" Amy asks.

"The almost people?" Rory says.

"What are they, prisoners, or are they meditating, or what?"

"Well, at the moment they fall into the 'or what' category" {Y/N} says.

"Halt and remain calm."

"Well, we've halted. How are we all doing on the calm front?" the Doctor asks.

"Don't move!"

"Stay back, Jen. We don't know who they are."

"So, let's ask them. Who the hell are you?" Amy looks around at the same people in the harnesses.

"Well, I'm the Doctor, this is {Y/N}, and this is Amy and Rory, and it's all very nice, isn't it?"

"Hold up. You're all. What are you all? Like identical twins?" Amy asks, two more people walk in wearing acid suits. The woman seems to be in charge.

"This is an Alpha Grade industrial facility. Unless you work for the military or for Morpeth Jetson, you are in big trouble."

"Actually, you're in big trouble" the Doctor gets out the psychic paper.

"Meteorological Department? Since when?"

"Since you were hit by a solar wave" {Y/N} says.

"Which we survived."

"Just, by the look of it. And there's a bigger one on the way" {Y/N} says.

"Which we'll also survive. Dicken, scan for bugs."

"Backs against the wall. Now" Dicken says.

"You're not a monastery, you're a factory. Twenty-second century army-owned factory" the Doctor says.

"You're army?" Amy asks.

"No, love. We're contractors, and you're trespassers."

"It's clear, boss."

"All right, weatherman, your ID checks out. If there's another solar storm, what are you going to do about it? Hand out sunblock?"

"We need to see your critical systems" {Y/N} says.

"Which one?"

"You know which one."

*Time skip*

"And there you are," the Doctor says pointing to the bubbling milky liquid.

"Meet the government's worst kept secret. The Flesh. It's fully programmable matter. In fact, it's even learning to replicate itself at the cellular level" Cleaves says.

"Right. Brilliant. Lost" Amy says.

"Ok. Once a reading's been taken, we can manipulate its molecular structure into anything. Replicate a living organism down to the hairs on its chinny chin chin. Even clothes. And everything's identical. Eyes, voice..."

"Mind, soul?" {Y/N} asks.

"Don't be fooled, {Y/N}. It acts like life but it still needs to be controlled by us, from those harnesses you saw."

"Wait, whoa. Hold it. So, you're Flesh now?" Rory asks.

"I'm lying in a harness back in that chamber. We all are, except Jennifer here. Don't be scared. This thing, just like operating a forklift truck."

"You said it could grow. Only living things grow" the Doctor says.

"Moss grows. It's no more than that. This acid is so dangerous we were losing a worker every week. So now we mine the acid using these doppelgangers. Or Gangers. If these bodies get burnt or fall in the acid."

"Then who the hell cares, right, Jen?"

"Nerve endings automatically cut off like airbags being discharged. We wake up and get a new Ganger."

"It's weird, but you get used to it."

"Jennifer, I want you in your Ganger. Get back to the harness" Jennifer leaves, {Y/N} scans the Flesh.

"Hang on, what's he up to? What you up to, pal?"

"Stop it. Strange. It was like for a moment there it was scanning me" {Y/N} says

"Doctor" Cleaves says the Doctor's hand is pulled to the surface of the Flesh "get back, {Y/N}. Leave it alone" she finally yanks his hand back with the help of the Doctor.

"I understand" she mutters, the Doctor grabs her hand looking at it.

"{Y/N}? Are you all right?" Amy asks.

"Incredible. You have no idea. No idea. I mean, I felt it in my mind. I reached out to it, and it to me" {Y/N} says.

"Don't fiddle with the money, {Y/N}."

"How can you be so blinkered? It's alive. So alive. You're piling your lives, your personalities directly into it" there's a bang and a flash.

"It's the solar storm. The first waves come in pairs. Pre-shock and fore-shock. It's close" the Doctor says.

"Buzzer, we got anything from the mainland yet?"

"No, the comms are still too jammed with radiation."

"Ok. Then we'll keep pumping acid until the mainland says stop. Now, why don't you stand back and let us impress you?"

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~Bread 🍞