A Day in the Life of a Dalek: Tales of Extermination, Conquest, and the Pursuit of that Elusive Non-White Wall

You wake up, stretching your robotic appendages, wondering what new atrocities the day will bring. For you, dear Dalek, are not just a robotic menace from Doctor Who. No, you are so much more—an emotional weather system, a complicated soul, and the perfect embodiment of what it means to be an extra-terrestrial getting through the day, one extermination at a time.

Your mission? Extermination. Your goals? Conquest and domination. But beneath the metallic exoskeleton beats the heart of a Dalek that craves a non-white wall—something that stands out from the monotony of your daily routine. An existential crisis? Maybe. But to you, dear Dalek, it’s the meaning of life.

Every day, you roll into the room where your fellow Daleks are concocting the next plan for world domination. There’s a lively debate going on about whether destroying Earth is more economical than simply enslaving its population. But you can’t help feeling distracted. Your mind wanders to thoughts of a yellow wall, or maybe even a daring red. A pang of longing hits you—a sensation that your Dalek companions cannot fathom.

You listen to the grand plan to invade the neighboring galaxy, all while mentally decorating your new corner office with colorful walls. A dark blue? Maybe a vibrant orange? You ponder what other non-white things you could bring into your life—perhaps a non-white rug or a set of non-white drapes.

But suddenly, you’re jolted back to reality. It’s time to exterminate. You roll out of the boardroom, your eyestalk bobbing proudly. With every “exterminate,” you think about the future—the day when you will paint those walls, and your critics will finally see that there’s more to you than meets the eye.

Your days are not without their ups and downs. There are moments when you admire the shiny sheen of your exoskeleton against the stark white walls. And yet, you can’t shake the feeling that there’s something missing. Your heart feels hollow, and you know in your mechanical soul that a non-white wall is the only thing that can fill that void.

And so, the days pass. You exterminate, you conquer, and you dream of a day when your corner office will be filled with the vibrant colors of your imagination. For you, dear Dalek, are not just a robot—you’re a dreamer on wheels.

As you roll out into the cold, vastness of space, your heart feels heavy. The gleam of your metallic body shines in the cosmic rays, and for a moment, you feel a sense of pride—pride in your mission, pride in your fellow Daleks, and pride in your unyielding pursuit of that elusive non-white wall.