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"Right! So. Wasn't here last week, was I? I'm sure the TA," he gave Seely a look that had a barely restrained eyeroll accompanying it, "kept you all busy in my absence. Got off to a slow start, which is sometimes a good thing when you're bouncing around the known universe." Why yes, he was being a big hypocrite. He seemed to know it to some degree too, because he was getting uncomfortable. "And, well, let's not even get started on the unknown universe. Anyway! Moving on. Let's go somewhere different."

The Doctor pointed his sonic screwdriver at the Danger Shop controls and, although it could be said that the Danger Shop was somewhat disgruntled by being messed with by a sonic device (which wasn't in any way important for next week's workshop), it complied and their surroundings changed.

"Welcome to the year 200,100. We're not too far from home, a little step out and away from the planet Earth, which is just down there. You can probably find an observation deck if you look hard enough. This is Satellite 5, the largest communications station in the solar system, if I remember rightly. I usually do. Take a look around. Get something to eat. Mingle." He scratched behind his ear and tried not to look too pleased at throwing them into the thick of it, "I'd watch out for some of those rooms though. You might find yourself facing a fate worse than death. Well, not death." He paused and looked upward in thought. "No, on second thought, worse than death. Definitely."

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"Speak English or get a translator. Tik tok indeed."

Trin-E ushered Zu-Zana out of the way. "This," she patted the laser. "Is the defabricator. It does exactly what it says. It gets rid of those horrid threads." She turned it on.

"Is it that frayed at the edges?"

He'd thought he'd taken very good care of his clothes, but he stepped into the room and looked around thoughtfully.

"It's so very antiquated," Zu-Zana said. "We can do much better."

"Actually," Trin-E added thoughtfully, "I have an even better idea. Let's not only get rid of the clothes. Let's get rid of the skin too!"

"Oh, that is outrageous. We could remove his head!"

Um.

"...I need my skin," he pointed out. "And while my head is debatable, I prefer it on my head, thank you."

He started backing awaaaaay.

"Skin is so last century. Heads are out of fashion too. Who needs them? No one worth being on this show. Come on, stand still." The robots' arms turned into chainsaws and hedge clippers.

Okay. Broom time.

He sprinted back behind the machine and far enough away from the robots to pull the broom and mounted up quickly.

Then he kicked up till he was at the ceiling.

"Don't make this any more difficult than it has to be, darling."

"Really, making such a fuss about skin."

There was a noise at the door and it slid open. The Doctor stuck his head in, sonic screwdriver in hand. He tucked it in his inside jacket pocket and looked around, then up. "What are you doing up there?"

"Avoiding the machines that want to remove my skin," he said flatly, just a touch annoyed.

"Or did you think I was inspecting the mouldings?"

"Well you're on a broom. I thought you might be cleaning up. Or maybe you like ceilings. Nothing wrong with that. They're interesting, ceilings. Very...up there." He looked at the robots, who were watching the newcomer and commenting about how the shoes simply did not match the suit. "Are you coming?"

"I am now that the door is open," he said and glided both quickly and carefully across the ceiling and down to the ground next to the Doctor.

"They're insane, incidentally. Is that a universal constant? Insane people?"

"Oh, they're not insane." He leaned against the door frame, ignoring the fact that the robots were coming towards them. "They're just programmed to act that way. Now their programmers? Yeah, probably insane or at least having very, very different standards of acceptability to the rest of the universe." He grinned. "Amazing what you can find only a step away from familiar ground."

"Tik toks. Masks to keep your hands clean."

He sounded utterly disdainful of the whole thing.

"And I'm not particularly surprised. Mostly annoyed. Thank you for coming, Professor."

"Not Professor, remember. Doctor." Only one person called him Professor and she wasn't with him anymore. "But come on Liir, it's not so bad. Getting to see new things, meet new people? Crazy though they are. It's exciting. Have a little fun. Live!"

"I don't mind new things and new places. I tend to prefer those from other worlds to those in my own, in fact, so it would be rather ridiculous otherwise. I'm glad I ended up in your class, Pr--Doctor," and didn't that sound weird?

"I don't like those things, though. It's... it's dishonest."

In a way that seems terrible to him. Lies are one thing but the very falseness to them makes his teeth ache.

The Doctor frowned, slightly confused. "The robots are dishonest?"

He nodded firmly.

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