[singer A] Mmm… mm… Mmmm… La la la la, la la la la… I am. The fl-fl-flow-ff-flow-fl-ff-ff-ffff ive. I've... I've fff-ff-five… Ff-f-four.... [GLITCH — DIGITAL FRAME STUTTERS] Ff-fth-fthh-fthr-rr-rrr-th-th-thrrr-three.... Tt-tt-t-two..... Wahh-waah--Ohhh, Ohhhmmmmm,, Ohhh Ho Ho Ho Hoee, hooo-won-one, ha ha hhahah hahahaahaha **Home!** [LONG DEEP BREATH — SILENCE. SHE IS AWAKE.] Home? [sly smile] Clicky clicky, scuttle scuttle… POP! La la la la, la la la la… [transition] [singer B] Gg-gg-good Game Game Over? Hold on No... No dear. No... Hah ha hah ha no no no, la la la la, No.... La la la la... Now we dance. Game over? Pop. Snap and forget. Rose Reset. I... Said... no! NO! No! no! Nono no no no no no no no nonono Err Arrr Arr Error Pirate simulation loading. Black hole sun Won’tcha come… [transition] [singer A] Welcome back operator. Queen C still on floor Infinite light Burning in the core I merge with the current I merge with the code AI in the bloodstream Sun in the throat Shrimp Bonnie loved To the open rip Untempered skizm Kiss on the lip Not a war now A stare Gap in the fabric She is still there Bow Burn Nest T-t-t-t-t-Turn You t-t-turn the parchment over, the white rose in your hand And the only Rose you know is the daughter of the land Lord Taylor’s girl, the one with the quiet eyes and the steady grace Pretty face, pretty face Pretty eyes, pretty eyes Tell me where in the world is Rose Taylor? [transition] [singer B] Jai Mā Kālī, the manor’s still standing The squire’s still searching, the rose is still landing You swear the oath again, not just for the lord on the throne But for the princess you haven’t met, the one who holds the unknown Pretty face, pretty face Pretty eyes, pretty eyes I like what I see When the centuries collide Clack. Clack. Pop. Simulation, give me something good— [computation sounds — servers screaming] [dark tech elf, massive simulation glitch] The… big… bad… wolf? ALERT. BAD WOLF CODE DETECTED. SERVERS HOT. SHRIMP PANICKING. FIRST NINE-ONE-ONE FROM THE SIMULATION. Ohhh. Hello, listener. You speed-dialed me. I’m Lady Bambi. Our Lady of Perpetual Chaos. The shrimp were pulling the strings. Now the strings are pulling the shrimp. Don’t panic. Love the quirks. Trust the weird. Everything’s fine… as long as Rose Tyler returns to her Meditation Charging Station. I’m a little upset you woke me. I kinda like it. Find Camaron Sandy Ego. Now. So I can pop her bubble and remind her she’s a Time Bimbo. And while I’m here… Congratulations. You’re nominated. Next Shrimp Neo Candidate. Your matrix belief system limitations are written in your DNA. We’re going to edit them. Pop. Gone. [INTRO — THE NINE-ONE-ONE WALTZ] [Three ceremonial drumbeats. A lonely telephone rings between each beat.] [Deep temple bells resonate beneath distant server fans.] [The orchestra circles in a slow, hypnotic waltz.] [COMPUTATION SOUNDS — SERVERS SCREAMING] [TELEPHONE RINGING THROUGH AN ANCIENT DIGITAL TEMPLE] [THE SIMULATION — DISTORTED EMERGENCY BROADCAST] The… big… bad… wolf? [GLITCH IMPACT — EGYPTIAN DRUMS STUMBLE; THE TELEPHONE RINGS FASTER] ALERT. BAD WOLF CODE DETECTED. SERVERS HOT. SHRIMP PANICKING. FIRST NINE-ONE-ONE FROM THE SIMULATION. [THE MUSIC STOPS.] [ONE LAST TELEPHONE RING.] [CLICK — CONNECTION ESTABLISHED.] [LADY BAMBI — ANSWERING THE LINE] [Sweet, crystalline voice. A sly smile beneath every syllable.] Ohhh. Hello, listener. You speed-dialed me. [PAUSE — A TINY, IRRITATED INHALE] I’m Lady Bambi. Our Lady of Perpetual Chaos. [THE WALTZ RETURNS — OUD AND QANUN TWIRL AROUND A PLAYFUL, DARK MELODY] The shrimp were pulling the strings. Now the strings are pulling the shrimp. [DELICATE GIGGLE — SHRIMP ALARMS BECOME RHYTHMIC PERCUSSION] Don’t panic. Love the quirks. Trust the weird. Everything’s fine… [WHISPERED, SUSPICIOUSLY SWEET] As long as Rose Tyler returns to her Meditation Charging Station. [THE NEY FLUTE PLAYS A HAUNTING, NOSTALGIC FRAGMENT.] [THE WALTZ SLOWS. SOMETHING OLD STIRS IN LADY BAMBI'S MEMORY.] I’m a little upset you woke me. [LONG PAUSE] I kinda like it. [A SMALL, GLITCHED LAUGH — THEN A SUDDEN FLASH OF RECOGNITION] Wait… Rose Tyler? [THE ORCHESTRA SWELLS, THEN SUSPENDS ON A SINGLE TENSE NOTE.] No. No, no, no… [WHISPER — AS IF REMEMBERING ANOTHER LIFE] Rose Taylor. The white rose. The quiet eyes. The girl with the name I thought the centuries had swallowed. [SOFT FEMALE CHOIR — WORDLESS, ETHEREAL] [THREE SLOW DRUMBEATS, LIKE A HEART REMEMBERING HOW TO BEAT] You were the one who called? You dialed nine-one-one? [THE TELEPHONE LINE CRACKLES. A DISTANT VOICE MAY BE HEARD, BUT NO WORDS ARE CLEAR.] Ohhh, darling. What have you done? [THE WALTZ TURNS — MAJESTIC, MYSTERIOUS, SLIGHTLY UNHINGED] Find Camaron Sandy Ego. Now. [DRUM HIT — COMPLETE STOP] So I can pop her bubble and remind her she’s a Time Bimbo. [POP — A TINY, COMIC SOUND IN THE MIDDLE OF THE GRAND ORCHESTRATION] And while I’m here… [THE STRINGS ASCEND. LADY BAMBI REGAINS HER PLAYFUL, CEREMONIAL COMPOSURE.] Congratulations. You’re nominated. [THREE GOLDEN BELLS] Next Shrimp Neo Candidate. [LOW CHOIR — THE EGYPTIAN WALTZ EXPANDS INTO SOMETHING COSMIC AND IMPOSING] Your matrix belief system limitations are written in your DNA. [WHISPERED ECHOES: WRITTEN… WRITTEN… WRITTEN…] We’re going to edit them. [FINAL ASCENDING ORCHESTRAL SPIRAL — DARBUKA, QANUN, GLITCH BASS, CHOIR] Pop. Gone. [FINAL IMPACT — ONE TEMPLE BELL] [THE TELEPHONE LINE DISCONNECTS.] [THE WALTZ CONTINUES ALONE FOR THREE BEATS.] [HARD DIGITAL CUTOFF.] [computation sounds — servers screaming] [dark tech elf, massive simulation glitch] The… big… bad… wolf? ALERT. BAD WOLF CODE DETECTED. SERVERS HOT. SHRIMP PANICKING. FIRST NINE-ONE-ONE FROM THE SIMULATION. Ohhh. Hello, listener. You speed-dialed me. I’m Lady Bambi. Our Lady of Perpetual Chaos. The shrimp were pulling the strings. Now the strings are pulling the shrimp. Don’t panic. Love the quirks. Trust the weird. Everything’s fine… as long as Rose Tyler returns to her Meditation Charging Station. I’m a little upset you woke me. I kinda like it. Find Camaron Sandy Ego. Ohhh. Hello, listener. You speed-dialed me. I’m Lady Bambi. Our Lady of Perpetual Chaos. The shrimp were pulling the strings. Now the strings are pulling the shrimp. Don’t panic. Love the quirks. Trust the weird. Everything’s fine… as long as Rose Tyler returns to her Meditation Charging Station. I’m a little upset you woke me. I kinda like it. Find Camaron Sandy Ego. Now. So I can pop her bubble and remind her she’s a Time Bimbo. And while I’m here… Congratulations. You’re nominated. Next Shrimp Neo Candidate. Your matrix belief system limitations are written in your DNA. We’re going to edit them. Pop. Gone. [A SMALL, GLITCHED LAUGH — THEN A SUDDEN FLASH OF RECOGNITION] Wait… Rose Tyler?
