Dr who BBC eighth doctor 69 the tomorrow windows (v2 0) jonathan morris

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There’s a new exhibition at Tate Modern – ‘The Tomorrow Windows’ The concept is simple: look through a Tomorrow Window and you’ll see into the future You’ll get ‘The Gist of Things to Come’ According to the press pack, the Tomorrow Windows exhibition will bring about an end to war and suffering Which is why someone decides to blow it up Investigating this act of wanton vandalism, the Doctor, Fitz and Trix visit an Astral Flower, the show-world of Utopia and Gadrahadradon – the most haunted planet in the galaxy They face the sinister Cecces, the gratuitously violent Vorshagg, the miniscule Micron and the enigmatic Poozle And they encounter the doomsday monks of Shardybarn, the warmongers of Valuensis, the politicians of Minuea and the killer cars of Estebol They also spend about half an hour in Lewisham This is another in the series of adventures for the Eighth Doctor THE TOMORROW WINDOWS JONATHAN MORRIS Doctor Who: The Tomorrow Windows Published by BBC Worldwide Ltd, Woodlands, 80 Wood Lane London W12 0TT First published 2004 Copyright © Jonathan Morris 2004 The moral right of the suthor has been asserted Original series broadcast on the BBC Format © 1963 Doctor Who and TARDIS are trademarks of the BBC ISBN 563 486163 Cover imaging by Black Sheep, copyright © BBC 2004 Printed and bound in Great Britain by Mackays of Chatham Cover printed by Belmont Press Ltd, Northampton For Douglas Adams Contents Prologue: The Story of Easter Gadrahadradon Froom-Upon-Harpwick Shardybarn 1: The Museum of the Future 11 2: Two-Dimensional Villains 25 Valuensis 36 3: Only God Can Save Us Now 39 Gnomis 56 4: Future Plans 58 Estebol 63 5: The One-Second War 65 Minuea 88 6: Changing Planets 92 Nimbit’s Story 100 Vorshagg’s Story 105 Question Intonation’s Story 110 Micron’s Story 116 Poozle’s Story 120 Space 121 7: Mostly Worthless 123 8: Autogeddon 133 9: Going Postal 151 10: The Selfish Memes 169 [planet’s name] 183 11: Election Day 186 12: The Tomorrow Peephole 207 Epilogue: This Island Earth 229 Acknowledgements 232 About The Author 233 Prologue The Story of Easter Imagine you are on an island The ocean lazes out before you, a stretch of glass-glinting blue, The sky is clear and the overhead sun bakes your skin Palm trees rustle in the breeze and the grass plains ripple like a second sea The people of the island are thriving The trees offer syrup, the ground provides cane and the ocean provides porpoise You gaze out over the cliffdrop and watch as a canoe lunges on to the beach Its crew leap out, shouting, hauling the vessel and their laden nets Around them, children run and splash in excitement The islanders’ huts rest in the shade of forest There are barely half a dozen buildings, constructed of woven-together wood, fragile but functional Time passes Over the years, the population grows Huts become villages and palm trees are felled Squinting out to sea, you make out twenty boats or more Black clouds thicken on the horizon The wind snatches at your cheeks Thunder grumbles and cracks Day turns to night and the ocean seethes like a snake nest Waves explode into foam and boats smash upon the rocks Crops are ripped from the earth Huts fold and collapse The day after the hurricane, the people of the island decide to build a god It takes them many months to carve the god It has the face of an islander, with almond eyes and narrow cheeks To bring the god to the cliff top, the islanders lop down more trees and create runways, the statue trundling upon trunks slick with sap More trunks lever the statue on to its platform The ingenuity of the engineering is awe-inspiring More years pass, and another cold breeze snaps against your skin Another death-black cloud scrubs out the sun The seas rip and crash More canoes are lost, more fishermen, more huts, more crops The islanders realise their folly Their god has not failed them – they have failed their god To make amends, they must build a second god Night becomes day becomes years and the statue is joined by another, and another and another They appear, popping into existence along the cliff, one by one They stand in a silent chorus, each facing the rising sun Still the storms come The islanders split into opposing tribes, each blaming the others for their gods’ failure Each faction creates its own god, and another and another Each one is bigger than the last and requires more resources More trees are felled The quarry is hollowed out Your attention turns inland, and you are surprised to see that where once there was forest there now stand a few skeletal palms The huts that remain are battered The people’s bodies are wasted, their skin seeping with disease Another year passes and the forest is reduced to one lone tree The other palms have been cut down, to repair the huts, to replace the lost canoes, to trundle yet more gods to the cliffs The people have become desperate They weave canoes of grass and reed but they prove too fragile Without the shelter of the forest, the village is abandoned The tribes split and split again, and wars rage They fight and what they kill they cannibalise You hear a crackling fire and smell sweet roast Glistening meat is scraped from a charred skull and devoured A blink of an eye and the final tree has vanished Where did it go? To forge spears, to transport a god, to build a canoe? You stare in disbelief Surely it should have been obvious that by destroying the forest, they were destroying their means of food, of shelter, of survival, of escape, of salvation? What madness must have possessed them? The tribes fight until there are few left And those that remain turn their anger on their gods They smash out the eyes, demolish the platforms, they topple the statues The island that remains is scorched and barren You stand and stare out to sea where two hundred statues once stood Now the idols are half buried among the grasses that ripple The islanders have gone Now stop imagining You are on an island ... hour in Lewisham This is another in the series of adventures for the Eighth Doctor THE TOMORROW WINDOWS JONATHAN MORRIS Doctor Who: The Tomorrow Windows Published by BBC Worldwide Ltd, Woodlands,... St Paul’s Fitz looked at the Doctor, the Doctor looked at Fitz, and they raced for the bridge Fitz lurched up the first ramp, dragging himself along by the handrails The Doctor was ahead of him... 2004 Copyright © Jonathan Morris 2004 The moral right of the suthor has been asserted Original series broadcast on the BBC Format © 1963 Doctor Who and TARDIS are trademarks of the BBC ISBN 563 486163

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