Black outline tattoo of a Dalek inside an ornate scrolled frame, with an EXTERMINATE banner along the bottom, on the upper arm.

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Dalek and Exterminate banner on upper arm

Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A Dalek is drawn in bold black outline, with its dome, eyestalk and gun arm clearly defined. It sits inside a dark scrolled frame and a ribbon banner reading EXTERMINATE runs across the lower part of the design. The ink is solid black with no shading or colour, and the design is centred on the skin with a light fabric sleeve visible at the edges.

Upper arm Dalek Doctor who Banner

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The creature came up the slip on the morning after the big tide, dragging its one good arm through the wrack, and the first thing it did was lift its eyestalk and say the only word it had. Nobody on Skerra had heard that word before. Old Ishbel Gunn, who had buried two husbands and a dog and was not easily frightened, put down her creel and asked it what it wanted for breakfast.

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It did not want breakfast. It wanted, so far as anyone could tell, to be obeyed, and it said the word again, and again, each time the gun arm swung round to point at the fish sheds. The men went to the boats. The women barred the door of the church hall. Ishbel stayed on the slip with a cup of tea going cold in her hand and watched the thing turn in small circles, its dome catching the light off the water, and she noticed that after it spoke the word it always paused, the way a child pauses for an answer.

So she gave it one. She said, 'Exterminate yourself, then,' which was rude, and the creature stopped turning. It thought about this for a long time. Then it asked her what the word meant. She told it that on Skerra the word meant a good many things, most of them to do with rats and the potato blight, and the creature considered that and said it would like to learn some other words.

By the end of the summer it could say kettle, mackerel and mind the step. It sat against the harbour wall with a strip of red ribbon tied round its skirt, and when the children asked it to say its word it read them the ribbon instead, letter by letter, which took most of an afternoon. Ishbel never said whether she had won the argument. She only said the thing was a quick study, and a good deal easier to live beside than the last minister.