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Doctor Who: The Killing Frost
CHAPTER 6: The Process
The Doctor regained consciousness slowly. “Murrph.” He groaned, trying to focus his mind. Movement, vibration, the sound of tyres on pavement, the rattle of what felt like a truck, possibly a lorry, but he couldn’t tell for sure. The Doctor tried to move, but could only just barely raise his head. It was as if he were paralyzed, his limbs were numb, as if he’d been locked in a freezer for a long while.
The Doctor's face was pale, and his eyes didn’t seem to want to focus properly. He realized that the gun’s setting must have been set on maximum stun--so they wanted him alive. But why? Before his mind could stir up any further questions, he blacked out again.
Martha stood rooted in the doorway of the cellar, staring at the horrific scene. Scores of people--men and women, from young teens to senior citizens--were all jammed together in cages. With alarming regularity, one of the Martian warrior things would push one person out of the cage with what looked very much like a cattle prod. Each person would cry out and jump at the shock, and the press of people in the cages made it virtually impossible to avoid the painful jabbing. But it was what happened next that really shocked Martha.
One at a time, each person was lead to a small transparent booth. Two clamps automatically held them fast, while three micro-thin clear rods were inserted into their brains--at which point the person screamed in agony.
Then, pulses of luminous neon green liquid ran through the rods, directly into the brain, causing the person to have painful multiple seizures. In less than five minutes, the person was seemingly reduced to a zombie-like state. The final process involved the insertion by another warrior, holding a tiny gun-like device, of what seemed to be a microchip, into the base of the skull.
Martha looked at the Ice Warrior guarding her. “These people--what are you doing to them? Why are you hurting them? You don’t need to do this!” The guard merely glanced at her, then turned away indifferently. Another warrior approached them. He pointed at Martha. “She will be placed in holding pen three. The one called the Doctor has been neutralized. This female will be processed with the others.”
Martha looked around for a means to escape. But there was none. The door behind her had been slammed shut and was now guarded by two warriors with guns. Martha felt herself being pulled towards a steel mesh cage, packed full of terrified people.
