DOCTORS -- ARE
NOT REQUIRED
REMARKS:
Subject is Despin Convert at birth (male to female). So far no indication of suppressed trauma related to gender alteration. Subject's I.Q. at level 4.6 GMA personality at 4.2. Indicates that subject's social counts are too low for large crew, up mode status, and has been routinely assigned small crew cyrosleep mode duties which been performed adequately.
Slight hyperactivity and nervousness diagnosed and Loxy-Clav M (oral ingestion) has been successful as self-administered treatment.
Moderate intelligence and performance abilities did not substantially increase after security patrol navigation duties and subject was therefore re-assigned long range cyrosleep duties on cargo transports and tugs. Current assessment indicates subject should not be upgraded until after extensive full range DOQ testing and Frakes-Stephen orientation is applied.
Above was never acted upon due to employment discontinuity [...]
(Cyberman stomp and explode. The Doctor leaps amongst them, causing detonations with his sonic screwdriver.)
Dr. Disco :
Telos! Sealed you into your ice tombs!
Voga! Canary Wharf! Planet 14!
Every single time, you lose.
Even on The Moon.
(He gets zapped in the back by an early-style Cyberman.)
Dr. Disco :
Ah! Hello. I'm the Doctor.
CYBERMAN:
DOCTORS ARE
NOT REQUIRED
(It aims its helmet weapon directly at his chest.)
Dr. Disco :
Argh! No, no. I'm not A Doctor.
I am The Doctor.
The original, you might say.
(It blasts him again. He falls to his knees.
The regeneration energy builds in his hand.)
Dr. Disco :
Doctor. Doctor, let it go.
— Time enough.
(He raises the sonic screwdriver and detonates a massive explosion.
He lies amidst fires, watched by a weeping brown eye.)
Dr. Disco :
Pity. No stars. I hoped there'd be stars.
