DOCTOR: You mean that…thing’s in charge of Satellite Five?(From The Long Game.)
THE EDITOR: That “thing,” as you put it, is in charge of the human race. For almost a hundred years, mankind has been shaped and guided, its knowledge and ambitions strictly controlled by its Broadcast News—edited by my superior, your master, and humanity’s guiding light, the The Mighty Jagrafess of the Holy Hadrojassic Maxarodenfoe. [Confidingly] I call him “Max.” […] If you create a climate of fear, then it’s easy to keep the borders closed. It’s just a matter of emphasis. The right word, in the right broadcast, repeated often enough, can destabilize an economy, invent an enemy, change a vote…
ROSE: So all the people on Earth are like—slaves?
EDITOR: Well, now, there’s an interesting point. Is a slave a slave if he doesn’t know he’s enslaved?
EDITOR: Well now! I was hoping for a philosophical debate. Is that all I’m going to get? “Yes”?
EDITOR: [Laughs] You’re no fun.
DOCTOR: Let me out of these manacles and you’ll find out how much fun I am.
EDITOR: Oh, he’s tough, isn’t he? But come on. Isn’t it a great system? You’ve got to admire it, just a little bit.
ROSE: You can’t hide something on this scale. Somebody must have noticed.
EDITOR: From time to time, yes. But the computer chip system allows me to see inside their brains, where I can see the smallest doubt, and crush it. [Grins] So the rest just carry on, living the life. Strutting about downstairs and all over the surface of the Earth like they’re so individual. When of course they’re not. They’re just cattle. In that respect the Jagrafess hasn’t changed a thing.
ROSE: What about you? You’re not a Jagro, uh, belly…
ROSE: Jagrafess. You’re not a Jagrafess. You’re human.
EDITOR: Yeah, well, simply being human doesn’t pay very well.
ROSE: But you couldn’t have done this all on your own.
EDITOR: [Laughs] No, no, no. I represent a consortium of banks. Money prefers a long-term investment. Also, the Jagrafess needed a little hand to, um, [whispers] install himself.