video | open (Whatever temper tantrum the Master had been having earlier, he seems to be over it. He's taken a break from whatever labour he was supposed to be doing -- likely cleaning by the looks of him.)
I've heard one or two things about a 'defence force', and I'm curious. Can anyone tell me about it? Its history. Its purpose. Members, even. It strikes me as a creation overflowing with irony and wonderfully likely to aid the formation of criminal factions. Not to mention, of course, the lack of faith its mere existence seems to imply on the part of Sentience, its bots and their ability to adequately protect this prison, both from the outside and from within -- not to mention the entire running of a prison. I almost miss Shada. Now that was a real prison.
Or is it supposed to aid with the concept of having faith and trusting Sentience? If he gives us freedom (he presses his lips together for the briefest of moments at that) -- if you want to call it freedom -- then you give him your trust. Oh, but cultivating a group like that really does run a risk, doesn't it? A group of criminals placed up on a pedestal, high above the others, privy to information that we, as mere (although he doesn't smile, his expression holds a hint of amusement) simple and untrusted individuals, otherwise doing our best, aren't. Jealousy could arise. Arrogance. Stanford prison experiment, anyone? No? Yes? Maybe?
(A pause, and a particularly smug grin.) I lose the cat ears and the restraint tomorrow morning! It's like my birthday and Christmas all at once!
Tomorrow morning. Sector Two. Education centre. Or would you rather go for breakfast? In the meantime, do you fancy making yourself useful, or are you still restrained as well?