080 - Doctor Who - Arc of Infinity

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When the Doctor returns to Gallifrey, he learns
that his bio data extract has been stolen from
the Time Lords’ master computer known
as the Matrix.
The bio data extract is a detailed description
of the Doctor’s molecular structure—and this
information, in the wrong hands, could be
exploited with disastrous effect.
The Gallifreyan High Council believe that
anti-matter will be infiltrated into the universe
as a result of the theft. In order to render
the information useless, they decide the
Doctor must die...
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ISBN 0-426-19342-3
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DOCTOR WHO
ARC OF INFINITY
Based on the BBC television serial by Johnny Byrne by
arrangement with the British Broadcasting Corporation
TERRANCE DICKS
A TARGET BOOK
published by
The Paperback Division of
W. H. Allen & Co. Ltd
A Target Book
Published in 1983
by the Paperback Division of
W.H. Allen & Co. Ltd
A Howard & WyndhamCompany
44 Hill Street, London W1X 8LB
First published in Great Britain by
W.H. Allen & Co. Ltd 1983
Novelisation copyright © Terrance Dicks 1983
Original script copyright © Johnny Byrne 1982
‘Doctor Who’ series copyright © British Broadcasting
Corporation 1982, 1983
Printed and bound in Great Britain by
Anchor Brendon Ltd, Tiptree, Essex
ISBN 0 426 19342 3
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall
not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, re-sold, hired
out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior
consent in any form of binding or cover other than that
in which it is published and without a similar condition
including this condition being imposed on the
subsequent purchaser.
CONTENTS
1 Deadly Meeting
2 The Horror in the Crypt
3 Recall
4 Death Sentence
5 The Prisoner
6 Termination
7 The Matrix
8 The Traitor
9 Unmasked
10 Hunt for Omega
11 Transference
12 Omega’s Freedom
1
Deadly Meeting
They met in a hidden chamber, deep beneath the
Capitol: the being from another dimension, and the
Time Lord who was betraying not only his people but
his Universe.
The Time Lord slipped a cube-shaped code key
into complex control-device. There was an upward-
rushing fountain of green light, and a projection of the
alien appeared. The tall. cloaked figure wore an
elaborately stylised mask. There was an ornate
medallion on its chest, and the figure appeared negative
rather than positive, since it was not in its proper
Universe.
The Time Lord sat in darkness beyond the circle of
light.
‘You have made your choice?’ demanded the alien.
‘Yes. We are ready to begin.’
‘Excellent! And who is it to be?’
‘It has not been easy. Because of time, present
location, personality – for these and other reasons, it
must be the Doctor.’
For a moment the alien seemed startled. ‘The
Doctor? Then he chuckled eerily,Yes, most ingenious.
A perfect, choice, Time Lord.’
The light dimmed and the alien faded away.
The Time Lord rose and went to begin his
betrayal.
In the Capitol computer room everything was peaceful.
But then, it always was. Two brown-robed specialist
computer technicians were going about their duties,
surrounded by the humming banks of equipment. The
older of the two, a thin, balding Gallifreyan, was called
Talor. The other was a good-looking young technican
named Damon.
Suddenly a warning light began blinking on the
main console. Damon went over to investigate, while
Talor looked on intrigued. Emergencies were rare here.
‘It’s the security circuit,’ said Damon, puzzled. ‘Cut
the scrambler, will you?’
Talor operated a control and the warning light cut
out. Damon lifted an access flap, extracted a circuit and
studied it thoughtfully. ‘That’s odd. There’s a photon
cell burn-out.’
He took a replacement circuit from a nearby rack
and slipped it in place. ‘I’d better check the data bank’s
unharmed.’ He touched another control and reacted in
surprise as a screen lit up. It was filled with a steadily
unrolling blur of complex symbols. ‘I don’t believe it.
Someone’s transmitting bio-data!’
Talor came to join him. ‘What is it?’
Damon stared disbelievingly at the screen. ‘It’s the
bio-data extract of one of the Time Lords!’
Talon was horrified. ‘Cut it! Cut it at once!’
Damon obeyed and the screen went dark.
‘This is treason,’ said Talor worriedly. ‘I must
report it immediately.’
He hurried from the computer room.
Sometimes even a Time Lord never seems to have quite
enough time. Little jobs pile up, things get in the way...
The Doctor was tackling one such little job now,
feeling the sense of virtuous efficiency that comes when
you finally catch upon some task that should have been
done ages ago.
He was in one of the TARDIS corridors, working
at the jumble of equipment behind a roundel that had
been removed from the wall. Now in his fifth
incarnation, the Doctor was a slightly-built, fair-haired
young man in the dress of an Edwardian cricketer –
striped trousers, fawn frock-coat with red piping, white
sweater and open-necked shirt.
Watching him was a brown-haired girl with fine,
rather aristocratic features. She wore a kind of velvet
trouser-suit with elaborately puffed sleeves. This was his
current companion, Nyssa of Traken. The product of a
highly technological society, and a bio-electronics expert
in her own right, Nyssa felt that the Doctor ran the
TARDIS in far too haphazard a manner.
The Doctor made a final adjustment to the audio-
circuit, and slotted it back in place. ‘Such a simple little
repair job really!’
‘Quite,’ said Nyssa pointedly. ‘Why didn’t you do it
sooner?’
‘Well, you know how it is,’ said the Doctor vaguely.
‘You put things off for a day. Next thing you know it’s a
hundred years later and it’s still not done.’
Nyssa sighed, realising she was never going to get
the Doctor properly organised. ‘Never mind, it’s done
now. It’ll be nice to have audio link-up on the scanner
again.’
The Doctor replaced the roundel. ‘Let’s go and see
if it works!’
Robin Stuart stood on one of Amsterdam’s innumerable
picturesque bridges, staring gloomily down at the
waters of the canal. The colourful bustling street-scene
was all around him, but Robin was too worried to take it
in.
Wearing jeans and anorak, loaded down with a
great bulging pack like a turtle carrying his own home,
Robin Stuart looked exactly like all the other young
people who spend their summers wandering around
Europe. There aren’t quite so many of them these days.
Some of the big capital cities have become cold and
unwelcoming. But not friendly old Amsterdam. The
Dutch are a tolerant people, willing to turn a blind eye
to such crimes as being young and hard-up.
Robin turned and walked along the bridge to the
telephone kiosk at the far end. Another back-pack, fully
as big as his own, was propped up outside, and inside
was another very similar young man. His friend Colin
Frazer was currently engaged in an endless telephone
conversation with some mysterious cousin other, who
was due to come out to Amsterdam to visit them the
following day.
The door of the box was propped open and Robin
could hear Colin’s familiar Australian twang. ‘No,
everywhere’s full, we’ve got to sleep rough tonight.
We’ll be at the hostel from tomorrow, though – that’s
the number I gave you.’ He nodded to Robin, and said,
‘Look, I’ve got to go now. I’ll see you at the airport
tomorrow. Take care.’
He came out of the kiosk. Robin helped him on
with his pack and said, ‘Everything okay?’
‘Yes, she’ll be – what’s the matter?’
Robin had suddenly tensed and turned away, and
was staring at the canal with apparent fascination. ‘Oh
no! A policeman,’ he whispered.
A large Dutch policeman was strolling along on the
other side of the road. It was quite obvious to Colin that
the policeman was enjoying the pleasant spring day,
and wasn’t the slightest bit interested in them. But all
the same Robin was quite unable to relax until the
policeman had gone by.
Colin grinned. ‘It’s all right, Robin. The Dutch are
a civilised race. They don’t put people in prison for
losing a passport.’
‘No, but they do deport you, though!’
A couple of nights ago, Robin’s passport had been
stolen in one of Amsterdam’s crowded cafes, though
luckily the thief had missed his wallet. Colin had
suggested Robin report the loss of the passport to the
police, the British Embassy, or both, but Robin didn’t
want to – not yet. He was convinced that reporting the
loss would mean an official telling-off hundreds of forms
to fill in, and, worst of all, the immediate ending of his
holiday, since hed be packed off home at once. He
knew he’d have to report the loss sooner or later, but he
was determined to put it off till the last possible
moment.
Unfortunately, Robin was a bit of a worrier by
nature. The loss of his passport made him feel like a
stateless person, and he went round acting like the
proverbial man-on-the-run every time he saw a
policeman.
‘It’s all right,’ said Colin. ‘He’s gone. Let’s go and
get something to cat. Then we’ve got to find a place to
sleep tonight.’
Robin said, ‘I was going to tell you, I think I found
somewhere when I was wandering around earlier. I did
a bit of exploring. Not the most appealing place in the
world, but central – and very cheap.’
‘Sounds perfect. Not too noisy, is it?’
Robin smiled. ‘Quiet as the grave!’
摘要:

WhentheDoctorreturnstoGallifrey,helearnsthathisbiodataextracthasbeenstolenfromtheTimeLords’mastercomputerknownastheMatrix.ThebiodataextractisadetaileddescriptionoftheDoctor’smolecularstructure—andthisinformation,inthewronghands,couldbeexploitedwithdisastrouseffect.TheGallifreyanHighCouncilbelievetha...

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