For a moment she was Lucy, they were in Utopia, and the Master was breathing in that special, intoxicating aura-- a blend of terror and exhilaration-- that he'd never been able to recreate on Earth. No matter how hard he'd tried.
This time, he knew the stars were still out there.
"There was a war," he said softly. "Overnight, the planet, as you say, 'went nuclear.' Primitive weaponry, really. Still, it was highly effective. Three solar days of screaming and chaos. It was really something to see, Rose. The few survivors succumbed to radiation poisoning in a matter of weeks. Over time, debris has accumulated in the atmosphere, creating the illusion of eternal twilight."
He spoke blandly, with little interest-- as if he were lecturing from a textbook.
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Date: 2009-09-30 12:07 am (UTC)This time, he knew the stars were still out there.
"There was a war," he said softly. "Overnight, the planet, as you say, 'went nuclear.' Primitive weaponry, really. Still, it was highly effective. Three solar days of screaming and chaos. It was really something to see, Rose. The few survivors succumbed to radiation poisoning in a matter of weeks. Over time, debris has accumulated in the atmosphere, creating the illusion of eternal twilight."
He spoke blandly, with little interest-- as if he were lecturing from a textbook.