"So am I," Eight replied. "Though this is what my first seven selves favoured. It's a bit ... bright for my taste, though." He walked over to an incongrouous bentwood hatrack and moved it a little, dusting the startlingly long scarf that hung from it. Granted, his console room looked more like an explosion of the imagination of H.G. Wells. All brass and quartz and levers and dials.
Presently, however, Two returned, with more Doctors in tow. Meet Five and Three. Ever so good at cobbling devices together, this lot.
Two's voice sort of faded into hearing as they approached and walked through the door. "...same time. If we can find the common origin point of all of these time-traces, we can find out where these sentiences have come from and maybe why they're here."
"Robotic infants?" Five asked, an incredulous expression on his face as only Peter Davison could acheive. "Why not seek out living hosts?"
"Perhaps they were directed to them," Three put in.
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Date: 2007-04-10 09:58 pm (UTC)Presently, however, Two returned, with more Doctors in tow. Meet Five and Three. Ever so good at cobbling devices together, this lot.
Two's voice sort of faded into hearing as they approached and walked through the door. "...same time. If we can find the common origin point of all of these time-traces, we can find out where these sentiences have come from and maybe why they're here."
"Robotic infants?" Five asked, an incredulous expression on his face as only Peter Davison could acheive. "Why not seek out living hosts?"
"Perhaps they were directed to them," Three put in.
They stop and regard Jack and Eight.