Memories of Other Things - 2 - Dalek

by Polydicta

Dr Who. A still humanoid Davros stumbles during one particular bombardment of the Kaled dome.
'tis a silly story.


All fiction is derivative and fan fiction doubly so. I make no claim to own any part of any of the following, all I have done is an attempt to put together the elements in a novel fashion, using words and ideas like Lego ™ bricks.

There is no money involved – all I do is to share what I do for my own amusement.



Memories of Other Things - 2 - Dalek


It was almost the eve of Elite Scientist Davros' Great work. He had forseen the terrible cost that the nutronic radiation, the bioweapons and the chemical weapons would finally wreak on his people. The planet was all but dead outside of the habitat domes, and the Kaled race was doomed to become a boneless, octopoid lump of tissue. The future fate of the Thal race was uncertain, but Davros felt no pity for them. Let them become what they may.

Davros had designed the armoured travel machines that his people would require - armoured, beweaponed vehicles with almost inexhaustable power, life support and relative comfort for an essentially disembodied brain.

He had unlocked the genetic code that would allow him to manipulate the future beings' mindsets and emotions in order to fit them for life as cyborgs.


As Davros walked to the laboratory, planning the changes to the Kaled genome, the floor and walls rocked sharply, causing him to stumnle and catch his head on the frame of an open doorway, dazing him somewhat.

Once the attack was over, he hastened to the laboratory, albeit somewhat drunkenly. His mind wandering to the green and fertile land that Skaro once had been.

Once there, he started the genetic resequencing, still somewhat distracted. Complete, he started the process of altering a number of the Kaled clones, essentially starting the production line making his Dalek warriors.

At the same time, injured and crippled Kaleds were volunteering to undergo conversion and emplacement in the new weapons platforms.

Davros locked down the process so that it could not be changed, and could not be stopped. Spent from the final effort, he went to lay down on a cot in his office. As he slept, his head injury came into play. A blood vessel ruptured and he slipped from sleep to coma, ad then into death.


The Thal dome had come under no bombardment in some months, so the Thal Central Command sent out a scouting party.

A week passed before they returned with photographs of squat machines levelling the scortched ground, laying metal roadways and building raised farm beds.

The horror was stated quite succinctly by one young soldier. "They looked at us and screamed, "PROP-A-GATE!"