The Stepford Invasion
September 10, 2015 § 2 Comments
Rosalie was dizzy when stepped out of the TARDIS (Time And Relative Dimension In Space), but felt much better when she felt the warm Connecticut sunshine on her face. Traveling at warp speed in this time machine, which was disguised as an antique London police box, debilitated her frail body, and unlike the Doctor, she did have a linear perception of time. But all this was a small price to pay for being the Doctor’s new companion, and finally leaving her home in Surrey to travel to new worlds. The Doctor and Rosalie had just travelled to the year 4349 AD, and visited Romulus, a deadly and mysterious planet cursed with perpetual snow and pugnacious cyborgs, but were now back to Earth, although in the year 1963.
“Are you ok, Rosalie?” asked the Doctor.
“I am, but after our Romulan adventure, what are we doing in Connecticut, filled with white picket fences, Doctor?” replied Rosalie, whose spirits had dampened slightly.
“Do you know where in Connecticut we are?” asked the Doctor with a mysterious grin.
“No”, sighed Rosalie.
“We’re in Stepford. I know it seems like a boring, rich suburb, but don’t dismiss it just yet. Let me give you some background. Being a ‘Time Lord’ sounds grand. And it is. But as Uncle Ben said to Peter, with great power, comes great responsibility. Even Time Lords can be fictional superheroes’ fans, I guess.
“As a Time Lord, I have been trusted with maintaining a balance of power across the space-time continuum in the myriad of worlds I call my own. As I had told you before, my old friends, the Daleks, belong to a race of extraterrestrial and genetically modified cyborg mutants, but over time, they have grown ambitious enough to take over Earth, and the universe itself. I have been tracking them with the help of the TARDIS, and I think they’re up to something here. Like me, they too can travel across both spatial and temporal dimensions.”
Hmmm…Daleks, the Doctor’s arch nemesis she had heard so much about. I have always wanted to see them, thought Rose, as her stomach grumbled.
“Are you hungry?” asked the Doctor, while fetching his handy sonic screwdriver, and activating the TARDIS’s ‘chameleon’ circuit to blend it in with the surrounding trees.
A few minutes later, the Doctor and a famished Rosalie were enjoying pancakes at the Stepford Club. A keen observer, Rosalie looked around the busy restaurant, observing the people all around her. Being a Monday in the 1960s (not the proudest moment for feminists), the Stepford men were all away at work, while their wives met up for brunch, sipping iced lemonade while exchanging home décor ideas. But something struck Rosalie as she focused her attention on them, observing their demeanor and mannerisms. The Stepford women seemed far too perfect, beautiful and artificial. The way they talked, they way they moved…something wasn’t right.
On her way to powder her nose, Rosalie bumped into one of them. The very skin of the Stepford wife seemed rubbery and surprisingly, ice cold. “I’m sorry, honey!’ apologized the lady. Rosalie got goosebumps. She felt scared.
“Something’s wrong here, Doctor,” said Rosalie, as she returned to the table.
“Ah, my dear Rosalie, I’m afraid your suspicions were right. While you were away, I picked up some unusual signals on my screwdriver that the TARDIS relayed. Let’s a take a walk, shall we?” The Doctor could barely contain his energy. The Daleks were close. Very close.
The club was now nearly empty as they walked down the stairs towards the source of the signals. Rosalie heard a faint buzzing sound in the basement as she hurried to keep up with the intrepid Doctor. The buzzing sound was deafening as they reached a locked door. The Doctor pulled out his handy screwdriver, and broke open the locks. As they walked inside the mysterious room, Rosalie gasped. Oh my god.
The room was illuminated with lights from hundreds of complex circuits and computers. In the center of the room was an operating table with a naked woman sprawled across. Several Daleks were surrounding her, and soldering wires inside her body. But, the woman wasn’t a woman; she was a cyborg. One of the Daleks approached them swiftly.
“Look who’s here, the famous Doctor Who. We’ve been expecting you, but we didn’t know you’d come so quickly”, hissed the Dalek leader, Alpha99, as his subordinates formed a formidable circle around the Doctor and Rosalie.
“Ah, so you’ve been using Stepford to inch one step closer to world domination. Why are you doing experimenting on humans?” asked the Doctor, while observing every nook and cranny of the makeshift Dalek headquarters. Rosalie was petrified with shock.
Alpha99 obliged, “Earth is a planet wasted on humans. There is so much potential in its resources, but human beings are too shortsighted, too incompetent to fully use them. We’ve had our eyes set on Earth for a long time, and after perfecting our bio-cyborg technology, we thought of converting humans to cyborgs, rather than simply killing them. It’s always nice to have a few extra slaves. In fact, the women can be called Daleks now.”
“But why Stepford, of all places?” Rosalie mustered up her courage to ask.
Alpha99 obliged, “We had to start somewhere. 1960s Stepford, with its picture-perfect inhabitants living the American dream, seemed like the ideal place to manufacture cyborgs. Stepford is so far removed that nobody cared that there were Daleks experimenting with Stepford women in the basement of the town club. Nobody suspected a thing in this idyllic little suburb. What could go wrong in pretty little Stepford?” Apart from a Dalek invasion, of course.
“Why did you only experiment on the women?” Rosalie was adamant to find out the truth.
“Foolish girl. We have everyone in Stepford under our control. While the women were easy to transform into cyborgs (we even added physical enhancements for the fun of it), the male testosterone interfered with our technological modifications. So we’ve implanted a computer chip inside the men’s brains to control their minds. Of course, we would have liked complete cyborgs like the women, who are now as close to Dalek structures as humans possibly can be, but we had to make do. But it won’t be long till we convert the men to Daleks too.”
“So that’s the plan? Convert all humans to Daleks and mindless cyborgs, and then take over the Earth, one cyborg at a time?” The disgust in the Doctor’s voice was palpable.
“Oh, don’t you worry Doctor. You may have thwarted the plans of our allies, the Romulans, but we’ve learnt from their mistakes,” Alpha99 said, as the woman on the table rose, her hand morphing into a Dalek-enhanced compact laser deluxe gun.
Before the Doctor could respond, he fainted as the laser struck him, but not before he heard Rosalie scream in the distance. NOOOOOOOOO!
Several hours later…
The Doctor slowly regained consciousness, his head throbbing with acute pain. He was still in the club, but had been relocated to a room upstairs. He noticed he was suspended in a Dalek-induced force field, unable to move or escape. Where’s Rosalie?
He heard the door unlock, and saw Rosalie enter. You’re ok…
“Hello, Doctor.” Rosalie’s voice sounded different. Robotic even.
And then the truth struck the Doctor. Rosalie seemed more beautiful. Too perfect almost.
“Rosalie, are you a Dalek now?” the Doctor could hardly believe his words.
“I’m Ros-alloy, Dalek no. 980675 now,” replied the erstwhile Rosalie coldly, as she struck the Doctor with her laser gun, making him lose consciousness again.