fighting the good fight with eggs and milk! (i_eggstir) wrote in we_coexist,
"I AM HUMAN. PLEASE STOP ASKING ME. I AM STILL HUMAN."
Oswin rubber her temples. The voices of the Dalek's were louder than they have been in a long time behind her boarded up door. She could not let them in. She backed the shuttle against the wall of the shop, facing the street, like a work of modern art.
"IT'S NOT SAFE FOR ME TO TALK. RUN, MY PRETTY BOY. RUN FAR AWAY FROM ME. OSWIN OSWALD, JUNIOR ENTERTAINMENT MANAGER, GIRL WHO FOUGHT THE DALEKS AND WON, SIGNING OUT."
The eyestalk went dark as the dalek frame planted itself on the sidewalk and could not be moved by any feat of strength, anchored invisibly. Oswin had shut down all channels of communication, or so she thought, the view screen was off, the audio feedback off, all of it.
Running for her hammock, she turned on the radio, blasting "Amor mio, si muero y tu no mueres". What Oswin didn't realize was that it used an alien distress frequency, which blared the same music through every available speaker on the block -- radios, televisions, stereos.
Oswin closed her eyes, crossed her arms, and waited for the sound of the daleks -- her programming trying to reveal itself -- to stop.