"You're exactly right, but yet, from some reason, this machine is signalling them on their telepathic frequency. To us it's just a whisper, but to them it will feel like someones shouting inside their brains," the Doctor spoke his arms crossed over his chest as he stared at the machine with an nervous look on his face, "It may even be strong enough to control the Daleks, but... that shouldn't be possible."<br/><br/><em>"Sir, Jamie McCrimmon says; 'Doctor, every hero in this place knows about this room. Are you suggesting that someone who lives here altered the machine to contact the Daleks?'"</em>The robot asked<br/><br/>"I'm not sure. I would be able to tell if I could make out more of this message," the Doctor said before placing one hand on the machine and rubbing its cold surface. "But, whoever could do that must be a genius. I don't know anyone who has such an incredible understanding of the Dalek's brain waves..." the Doctor paused for a moment, his brow furrowed as the look on his face changed from confusion to concentration. "...I don't know anyone... except...."<br/><br/>The Doctor's eyes widened before he spun on his heel, yanking out his sonic screwdriver and laser spanner from his pockets as he turned. A bolt of electricity hit him squarte in the chest as he held them high above his head and sent him tumbling back into the machine.<br/><br/><em>"Sir, Jamie McCrimmon says; 'You are really are a pathetic fool, Doctor,'"</em>the robot voice chirped, before his voice crackled and disolved into static as the robot short circuited and released Jamie's chair before exploding in a shower of sparks.<br/><br/>Jamie rolled forwards, his frail, limp left hand raising a fragile finger in the Doctor's direction. An evil smile was plastered on his ancient face as he pressed something on the sword in his lap. The image of Jamie McCrimmon turned to a slime like substance that slithered down the body that lay beneath and retreated into the wheel chair, which became instantly replaced by a device that resembled a black chariot covered in silver globes.<br/><br/>Sitting in the device, chuckling maniacally with a grin of black rotten teeth, was an ugly bald man with leathery wrinkled skin. He had no eyes in his sockets, but did have a disturbing glowing blue eye in his forehead. His left arm was metalic and clawed, his body was covered by a black military like uniform and sprouting out of the back of his head were wires that connected to the ominous chair.<br/><br/>"Y-You..." the Doctor growled, clutching his chest as he staggered to his feet. "How dare you...how dare you massacrade as Jamie," he hissed through gritted teeth as he attempted to balance on his feet, which shook under him uneasily.<br/><br/>"You and your sentimentality Doctor. It was almost embarassing how it blinded you," the man croaked, his voice sounded artificial, as if his vocal chords had been replaced by electronic speakers. He turned his glowing blue forehead towards Robin, licking his dry cracked lips as he looked at her, as if savoring the unspeakable horror of the situation.<br/><br/>"Hello my dear, I am Davros, Lord and Creator of the Dalek race."