Davros

But not completely. Not past the molecular level.

It was not a lie. The God-Shell was destroyed!

You LIE.

I have heard rumours the God Shell has been destroyed. Not possible. I have demanded more information.

You will tell me. Eventually.

I can make threats too.

I want the God-Shell.

Continue the search.

A sighting. Finally!

The Doctor has the God-Shell and as we search, the empire does the same. Double all efforts!

Find the Doctor.

The Whispering God-Shell has been found, yet its exact location is currently unknown.

I have spies throughout the Empire; a few are reporting an interesting development.

Davros and three Daleks in a dimly lit room under red lighting. Art by Scott Gray.

"If I may have your attention..."
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Contemptible, as is your way.

Why then did you divert my attention?

You are addressing me? Why. What is a cockroach, explain.

Fascinating. How was this accomplished? Prepare them for dissection.

I cannot determine the cause of the malfunction and these three Daleks no longer have the ability to articulate experiences.

Malfunction! Return to base!

What is happening? Report!

What does the Time Lord seek? Do not compromise your positions to find out.

Continue monitoring.

Stronger, good. Assign three Daleks, they must not deviate.

Ridiculous. You are no threat to me, unless I could die of tedium, tiresome chatterbox! I will have you on my table when the time is right. Now begone.

I could incinerate you instantly, but you are too fascinating an experiment. I would prefer to study your brain.

You talk too much. And this is more than a chair, as I have just demonstrated. Take care, Time Lord.

The signal from the damaged TARDIS is faint but steady. Increase gain.

Another spy! Unacceptable! A universal purge and reload is necessary.

No closer to a solution! And no closer to finding the Doctor. My other experiments must not suffer negligence!