This fanfic will make more sense if you have seen the first episode of the new Dr. Who series
Ode to a Throwaway Line
"Think of it, plastic all over the world, every artificial thing waiting to come alive. The shop window dummies, the phones, the wires, the cables--"
"The breast implants..."
Once upon a time in a strip bar in London, music blared through a speaker so battered that it was difficult to tell whether it was Mancini or Gloria Gaynor. They weren't listening, anyway, so don't call them an audience. They were spectators, there to look. Look at Those, the Biggest Pair in London. New letters had to be added to the alphabet to describe the necessary bra size. Considering how much surgical assistance had gone into their creation, favorite would be the pound sign.
The woman behind them had a name, but didn't need one. When people said, "Look at 'er," everyone knew where to look. The lads in the front row were performing the usual chorus routine of pull lines and synchronized eyeball motions that would make Michael Flatley jealous. Tonight was special. The blokes could swear...
(..and they did...)
...that They were getting bigger. Right before their very eyes. The pasties popped off; the owner of Them stopped and screamed, clutching Them.
Then the gun muzzles popped out.
Someone passing the bar heard a voice screaming, "Fembot, fembot!!!" but there was a lot of screaming going on and plenty of running away to do.