The Doctor: So, it's 200,000, it's a spaceship—no, wait a minute—space station, and uh... go try that gate over there. Okay, off you go.
Rose: 200,000?
Adam: Where are we?
Rose: Good question. Let's see. So, um, judging by the architecture, I'd say we're around the year 200,000? If you listen, engines. We're on some sort of space station. Yeah, definitely a space station. It's a bit warm in here. They could turn the heating down. Tell you what, let's try that gate. Come on.
Rose: That's...well, I'll let The Doctor explain, he does it better.
The Doctor: The Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire. Humanity at its highest.
The Doctor:He's your boyfriend.
Rose: Not anymore.
The Doctor: The thing is, Adam, time travel is like visiting Paris. You can't just read the guidebook, you've got to throw yourself in. Eat the food, use the wrong verbs, get charged double and end up kissing complete strangers. Or is that just me?
The Editor: It may interest you to know that this isn't actually the Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire. It's hardly human at all! It's a place where humans happen to live- -sorry, are allowed to live, by kind permission of my client.
Rose: ...What is it?
The Doctor: You mean that thing's in charge of Satellite Five?
The Editor: "That thing", as you put it, is in charge of the human race. For almost a hundred years, mankind has been guided and shaped. Its knowledge and ambition strictly controlled, through its broadcast news- edited by my superior, your master, and humanity's guiding light: The Mighty Jagrafess of the Holy Hadrojassic Maxarodenfoe. I call him Max.
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