The William Hartnell Doctor and Vicki manage to escape from an attack by space pirates. But Steven is still a prisoner…and so is the Tardis.
“People are playing God…the truth that has been hidden in plain sight is that our medical advances…our research, the drugs that would have been unimaginable only a generation ago…these only exist to benefit the rich and influential. These advances should be for the good of all, not the few who can afford it.”
“Another week thievin’ an Englishman’s wages…if you’re not with us, you’re against us. Shouldn’t be mixin’ with the likes of him, it ain’t natural! You wanna stick with your own kind.”
“I am. Decent human beings.”
“Don’t you see? Electrical activity, crystalline silica, it’s obvious…if the ice passes sparks through the silicate crystal in that clay, it changes their structure, yes? Isn’t that just like…making a memory?”
“I resented being back in the military. The orders, tedium…the bullying passive aggression. It had been my whole life, once…and then there was meeting the Doctor. The freedom of travelling in time and space.
More than that: the Doctor’s whole attitude. Questioning everything. Refusing to obey. No wonder they thought he was so dangerous…”