The Doctor entered the dark room to speak to Mr. Van Statten’s Metaltron, standing in the light patch he could only see tools that looked like they were used for torture, the Metaltron was shrouded in shadow. He turned to the darkness and said “Look I’m sorry about this, Mr. Van Statten might think he’s clever but never mind him. I’ve come to help, I’m The Doctor.” A small blue light glinted at him from across the room and two white lights lit up with each syllable as the Metaltron said “Doc-tor.” A look of shock and awe crossed The Doctor’s face as he said “Impossible” suddenly realising what this thing was. “The Doctor?” it asked from in the shadows. The lights came on flooding the room and revealing a Dalek chained to the ground shouting “Exterminate! Exterminate!” The Doctor ran to the door shouting “Let me out!” but the door didn’t open, the Dalek continued shouting “Exterminate!” He stopped banging on the door and turned to face it in panic “You are an enemy of the Daleks” it shouted at him “You must be destroyed!” It began twitching its auxiliary weapon, just twitching. The Doctor looked down at it and suddenly, in a flash of realisation, he grinned from ear to ear. “It’s not working” he said, then laughed the sadistic laugh of a madman. “Fantastic! Oh fantastic!” he said, the smile dropping instantly from his face. “Powerless! Look at you. The great space dustbin, how does it feel?” He ran towards it as it said “Keep back” and slid back as far as the chains would allow. “What for?” he shouted into its eye stalk. “What you gonna do to me?” A look of malice and hatred was on his face as he began circling it. “If you can’t kill then what are you good for Dalek?” He added stress to the last word to clarify the irony of a Dalek that can’t kill. “What’s the point of you?” He briefly leaned in and shouted “You’re nothing!” He paused and asked “What the hell are you here for?” It responded “I am waiting for orders.”
“What does that mean?” he asked.
“I am a soldier, I was bred to receive orders” was its reply. Coldly he said “Well you’re never gonna get any, not ever.” It shouted at him aggressively "I demand orders!“ His temper flared up and he mockingly told it "They’re never gonna come! Your race is dead. You all burned, all of you. Ten million ships on fire, the entire Dalek race wiped out in one second.” If Daleks had nerves to strike then he’d done it, it shouted in denial “You lie!”
“I watched it happen” he said “I made it happen.”
“You destroyed us?” The question paralyzed The Doctor, he slowly turned around and walked away. “I had no choice” he said.
“And what of the Time Lords?” it asked him.
“Dead” he answered “they burned with you. The end of the last Great Time War… everyone lost.”
“And the coward survived” it said mockingly.
“Oh, and I caught your little signal, ‘help me’ poor little thing” he said in a quiet, patronising tone. “But there’s no-one else coming because there’s no-one else left.”
I am alone in the universe" it said sadly, looking down.
“Yep” he replied.
“So are you, we are the same.” Quickly turning around in anger an running towards it he shouted “We’re not the same, I’m not-” he paused “No, wait, maybe we are. You’re right, yeah okay, you’ve got a point. Because I know what to do, I know what should happen, I know what you deserve.” He and the Dalek stared at each other for a few seconds and he said “Exterminate” then pulled a switch on the nearby console. The Dalek screamed “Aaah! Have pity!”
“Why should I?” he asked “You never did.”
———————-Later that day—————————-
The Dalek appeared on the CCTV screen and said “I shall speak only to The Doctor.” The Doctor slowly stood up and faced the screen, seeing the Dalek was standing in the rain he said “You’re gonna get rusty.”
“I fed off the DNA of Rose Tyler. Extrapolating the biomass of a time traveler regenerated me” it said. Looking unimpressed The Doctor asked “What’s your next trick?”
“I have been searching for the Daleks” it replied.
“Yeah, I saw” he said “downloading the internet, what did you find?”
“I scanned your satellites and radio telescopes.”
“Nothing.” it said solemnly, then shouted “Where shall I get my orders now?”
“You’re just a soldier without commands.”
“Then I shall follow the primary order: the Dalek instinct to destroy, to conquor!”
“What for?” he asked “What’s the point? Don’t you see it’s all gone? Everything you were, everything you stood for.” In resignation it asked “Then what should I do?”
“Alright then” he said “if you want orders, follow this one: kill yourself.” To which it responded “The Daleks must survive!”
“The Daleks have failed” he said “why don’t you finish the job and make the Daleks extinct? Rid the universe of your filth! Why don’t you just die!” There was a pause as the tension that had built between them subsided and it said “You would make a good Dalek.”
The truly terrifying part is that it was right.