As far as the Daleks go, I would like to see a story about the Daleks at home.The Daleks are so convinced they're the greatest, most perfect life forms in the universe, but it seems that being a Dalek must be a dismal, empty existence.
Which is part of what makes them such a great allegory for Nazis and racial supremacists.
The latter can cut up …go line dancing…the NASCAR infield is (after all) well known for the evil smelling, beer swilling, foul-mouthed shirtless drunks…and their husbands. (I stole that).
Boring otherwise.
Dalek superiority is simply assumed at this point …hate for its own sake is worshipped now.
That’s why the Dalek Asylum’s inhabitants weren’t liquidated. Initially, the new paradigm Daleks exterminated older models—but no longer, due to veneration of their divine hatred.
Hate is a valued commodity for them I think—they don’t feed off it though…unlike my Halloween namesake from THE KEEP who fed on negative emotions (“Where do I come from? I am…from you…”)
I envision each Dalek—in its own cubicle—shell open and the Kaled exposed —observing murderers, tyrants throughout all history…distilling enmity as if it were the anti-life equation.
A great secret might be wickedness, more than the Doctor’s actions, are what stay the Daleks tentacles…otherwise they would have been victorious long ago and would have killed everything had there been something like the UFP in existence.
Where Sontarans value strategy, tactics and weapons..DALEKS enjoy seeing pain.
It would give them great pleasure to see iniquity across the cosmos (Now he showed promise!)
The Doctor materializes near their countless cubicles and hears them singing in ecstasy, visions of war crimes passing like ghosts as the Doctor slowly backs into the TARDIS out of disgust as well as fear.