I'll never run out of battery again!īILL: Hang on, is there a mute button though? What if you're in the loo?ĭOCTOR: Who needs loos? There's probably an app for that.īILL: So, where is everyone? Don't tell me we've come halfway across the universe and they've all gone out.
Smile and optimism gone bill upgrade#
We've just downloaded an upgrade for our ears.īILL: I'll never lose my phone again.
I mean, I know voices go into ears but this was likeĭOCTOR: We have been fitted with some kind of communication device that is using our own nervous system as hardware. (The robot face changes to open hands for eyes and a grin.)īILL: Ow! Your voice just came out in my ear. The worker bees of the Third Industrial Revolution, probably just checking us out for security.īILL: These are robots? These are disappointing robots.ĭOCTOR: That's a very offensive remark. (In the open air, with the swarm overhead.)ĭOCTOR: Vardies. Do you know what this building is made of? Pure, soaring optimism. I can be back before we left.īILL: But what if you get lost, or stuck, or something?ĭOCTOR: Well, it would be a worry, so best not to dwell on it. As a result of the promise, I have to stay on Earth.īILL: Well, you're not guarding a vault right now.ĭOCTOR: Yes, I am. Little fella said you made an oath? You're not supposed to leave the planet.ĭOCTOR: Okay, I suppose I owe you an explanation. (Bill takes a photograph on her phone of the beautiful clean white structure.)īILL: One question.
Smile and optimism gone bill cracked#
They say the settlers have cracked the secret of human happiness. Why a phone box?īILL: Yeah, well, I get that it's a cloaking device, but why keep it that shape? Why do you like it?ĭOCTOR: This is one of the Earth's first colonies. Why, you thinking about leaving?īILL: Thinking? I'm not thinking. (Walking towards the city, played by Cuidad de las Artes y las Ciencas, Valencia, if you are interested.)ĭOCTOR: Ah, space is bent. The 'insects' attack and the robot returns to a smiling face.) (The swarm envelopes Kezzia, who screams, then a pile of dry bones clatters to the floor.) GOODTHING: Please, give her a moment! She'll be happy in a moment! Kezzia! (A section of the roof transforms into 'insects' and descends.) KEZZIA: Is it hugging me? Who programmed that? (The robot grabs Kezzia around the waist and we see it has a bared teeth image with skull eyes on its face.) (The little robot's face is the crying emoji.) (She walks towards the little robot, her emoji changing to weeping.) KEZZIA: (Crying emoji) Why are you saying this? You can't say things like that, grinning like an idiot.
(The smilie on Kezzia's back changes from a big grin to a dropped jaw.) KEZZIA: God, what's wrong with you? Is that smile supposed to look real? It's like you're standing in a wind tunnel. KEZZIA: Me and my Vardies have just pollinated three miles of wheat. We're having a little tiny Vardy problem. GOODTHING : Kezzia, please don't come in. (She is talking to a little robot with smilies for eyes and a big grin. KEZZIA: I've been out since second sunrise. GOODTHING : Kezzia, don't come in just yet. (A person in white with a smiley face logo on their clothes is walking through the crop to a white, curved, space city.) Make your choice.īILL: Why do you think? I want to see if it's happy.
I'm not a slave for any human, I can assure you.īILL: So, back up to your office for a cuppa, then?ĭOCTOR: Between here and my office, before the kettle boils, is everything that ever happened or ever will. NARDOLE: Well, I'm not making any for her. Could you put the kettle on, please?ĭOCTOR: Because she isn't anywhere else. You're not supposed to go off-world unless it's an emergency.ĭOCTOR: I'm going back to my office. NARDOLE: Excuse me, just what is the Tardis doing down here?ĭOCTOR: I'm over two thousand years old, I don't always want to take the stairs. The still point between where you want to go and where you need to be, that's where she takes you.ĭOCTOR: Well, actually, because I felt like it. What's the point in that? Or do you have stretchy arms, like Mister Fantastic?īILL: You never thought of bringing the seats a bit closer?ĭOCTOR: Well, you don't steer the Tardis, you negotiate with it. (finds a chair) Oh, that's a mistake.īILL: You can't reach the controls from the seats. This isn't your first trip.īILL: Yeah, but it's proper this time. BILL: What do we do? Do I have to sit somewhere? Are there seat belts?ĭOCTOR: Well, you've done this before.
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