The Dalek Paradox

Imagined fragment from unmade episode

An imagined speech by the Doctor to Davros:

‘Your crippled impotence drove you with such fury.   All that fecund rage seething, desperate to find expression, a purpose, a body.  Daleks.  Wet balls of hate, twisted into a sheer metal surface of lethal functionality.

And there you sit, more a corpse than man: mummified skin, a putrefied mouth, blind eyes, dead lungs and one feeble hand that spasms in the air grasping for sensation. 

Their every instinct must be loath you, to recoil from you more, the more desperately you cling to existence.  As another bit of you withers, snaps or festers away, what do you imagine they’re thinking?  Are they proud of their leader? 

You, the feeblest of creatures leading the most powerful.  You’re the paradox at the heart of the Daleks.  Why do they tolerate you?  Umm?  Better have a good answer now.’