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Post by TARDIS on May 7, 2011 22:16:51 GMT -5
 She had talked to Elita about her problem. Though the advice from another Time Lady was rather comforting it did not settle all the doubts that were bugging her programming. The Doctor liked the TARDIS just as she was. He said so several times. She might have been old and she might have been a very temperamental machine, but he liked her for her big blue boxness and all that came with it. Not that he had much choice; she was the only thing he had left. There was no one to make him a new TARDIS there was no one to fix her. There was only him. But even if she looked broken he still cared for her, talked to her from time to time. He knew what she was capable of – partially – and he flew her the best he could. She always kept a constant eye on his vitals, lowering the temperature if it got to hot, rising it if it got too cold. She always assured that the Doctor would be taken care of. Like a constantly telepathically prodding mother in the back of his head. The symbiotic link allowed her to keep track of him.
She could feel his presence move about the console, pushing buttons and checking the screen for a reaction. Sometimes she wondered if he even knew what half of the levers that were on the console meant. That was alright, he didn’t need to know what all of them were. There were hundreds of combinations and she did her best to provide the link in between each button press to make sure they got where they needed to go. Well almost, it would help if the Doctor had even the slightest clue where he was going. The TARDIS couldn’t completely fill in the blanks that were left when he roared up the engines. She was a machine; she had to do as she was told. The least she could do was try and land them where they wanted, if not somewhere exciting where the Doctor would be happy to skip out and about regardless of the fact that she had mucked up the date.
She had showed no one but Elita the human hologram that she had been adjusting to the proper tastes. But at the time she wasn’t worried about what he was thinking, she was far more focused on him right then and there. Like it was the two of them moving around the TARDIS and making sure she was getting flown properly. Half of the work was him, most of it was her. But that was kind of the point of being a ship. She had confidence that he wasn’t going to go pushing buttons that he had no clue of their purpose. Well, it was obviously the worst time to be wrong.
Tags: Doctor! Word Count: 474 Music: Rocketeer - Far East Movement Notes: I will make this pretty in a second! Made by TARDIS |
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Post by The Doctor on May 7, 2011 23:28:48 GMT -5
 i'm definitely a madman with a box[/SIZE][/color][/font][/i]
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] Despite his love for travelling, one of the greatest places that the Doctor could ever be was in the console room of the TARDIS. He had spent much time there, plotting out courses, flying her, and making needed repairs. There was the occasional tinkering as well, in addition to some talking when companions weren’t around. There was a symbiotic relationship between the two, a mental connection. She had been the last thing that connected him to his past and the only relationship he had left from Gallifrey before Elita. But he had known and travelled with the TARDIS ever since his first incarnation, back when he had stolen her, and the love he had for the ship was strong.
After waiting long enough for her fourteen years, the Doctor had left Leadworth with one Amelia Pond and Elita. The two were both somewhere on the TARDIS, the latter probably exploring it with the former, showing her where to go and where she could stay. That left the Doctor alone in the console room. After his regeneration, the TARDIS herself had had her own issues. That was the reason he had originally crashed in Amy’s back yard anyway. Now, the TARDIS had regenerated herself, in a way, and there was so much the Doctor needed to do still. He had taken an initial trip with her himself (which had apparently left Amy and Elita two more years), but he had yet to explore all the intricacies of the interior, especially the console. And now, he had the time.
The Doctor circled the console, staring up at the central column in a way that was almost lovingly. He ran his hand along the edges of the console itself, grinning at the ship. “Beautiful,” he mused, following his remark with a low whistle. “Didn’t think you could get any better, old girl!” His face made him look like a kid in a candy store. He turned his attention to the levers, buttons, and other miscellaneous materials at the console. It was time to figure out just what everything did. A typewriter, scanner above, coordinate controls… All there, like before, but it just looked different. He circled the console, reaching out to pull a lever or make a few tweaks as he saw necessary. He stopped short, though, as he came across a particular button that had a certain new look that didn’t seem familiar at all in comparison to his old consoles. He furrowed his brow, reaching out to touch the button curiously. “And what is this…” he murmured as his finger pressed it.
“Ah!” The Doctor jumped, waving his arms for a short moment, startled, as a hologram appeared a few feet away from him. A woman stood there, accented in blue – bright blue hair, blue lipstick, blue eyes – seemingly surprised. She wasn’t a program that he was aware of, and he certainly hadn’t seen her before. He walked towards her, leaning in to her face, probably too close for most people and in a way that would be in her personal space. The Doctor never really seemed to notice when he did something awkward like that. He began to circle her, eyes narrowed as he studied her. “And just who might you be?” he asked. He went on half a moment later, not giving her a chance to answer. “No, wait! I’ve got this one!” He paused, then rushed over to the console again, reaching up to grab the scanner. He tried to get the TARDIS to let him know what the program was; the results confused him, not making sense. “The TARDIS? Either it’s not registering you or… Well, that’s impossible!” He rushed back over to her, looking her up and down again, his impatience impeding his desire to figure it out for himself. “Well, go on. Who are you?”
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MOOD: excited!
NOTES: hope I'm doing well with 11!
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Post by TARDIS on May 8, 2011 4:20:39 GMT -5
The TARDIS was, if she could so proudly say so, the best at adapting. While the Timelord moving around her console changed, looks, personality, attitude toward her, tastes, the link between him and herself was always strong. The symbiotic link wasn’t broken because his cells regenerated, no, the telepathic link between the two of them stayed the same, it was what the TARDIS was programmed form. However, he did go through some moody regenerations, there were times she was sure he would rather ignore her presence and there were times where he remembered just how alive she was. It was a toss up, but it never made her any less fond of the Gallifreyan. There was probably nothing in this known universe that would cause her to be so upset with him. Not even the constant switching of companions and company or the constant danger she was put in. No, none of that mattered. Her real purpose was to be there for him.
She knew where everyone in the TARDIS was placed. Elita was in her room, as TARDIS saw no rush to get ready and tell the Doctor that she was masquerading as a Gallifreyan, or a human as Amy might put it. Amy was getting settled, wandering her corridors which the TARDIS was amused with, lighting the way for Amy to assure she didn’t get left in the dark. Some of those corridors hadn’t been visited for years. Mostly because the Doctor didn’t really like to sit still so much nor was he very mundane. The TARDIS being too mundane might bore him, but the console room never seemed to bore him. In a way the console room was her brain, her central system, it was where her state of consciousness originated and functioned. Technically not watching the Doctor, more of being aware of the Doctor ‘poking’ around her brain. The low whistle could have caused her the blush if she had a blood supply. The low ring of the cloister bell was her response. Just so he could know she was flattered. She was at ease, completely as she slid through space so gracefully in the sky, keeping an eye on all the companions of her ship and just very happily existing in her state of being.
She hadn’t even thought that he would see a button and think of pushing it. Which was stupid of her. The Doctor seeing a button he wasn’t completely familiar with in all the other desktop themes and he was going to ignore it. She should have been ashamed to think he wouldn’t notice. The Gallifreyan Ship felt a twinge, like a slight tugging as hologram appeared after the button was pressed. Her eyes flickered open and stared directly at the Doctor, no longer ‘feeling’ the Doctor’s presence and instead seeing it. If she had a stomach it would twist, if she had two hearts they would leap into her throat. And she stood frozen in the holographic state in front of her companion. What did he… For a moment the TARDIS’ eyes darted back and forth searching her own mental code for what command he had activated to cause this. A button. The command was done on the console, and TARDIS could undo it, but what was to stop him from pushing it again. She couldn’t very well deactivate it.
Where was Elita? She was starting to panic.
The cloister bell seemed to chime dully in the background in relation to her panic for only two gongs. But the Doctor seemed fascinated. Which was both good and bad, they were going to play the guessing game in a few seconds. The Doctor leaned toward her getting rather close, and despite the fact that she couldn’t be touched seeing as she was an imagine, she leaned slightly away, eyes adverting from the Timelord. She didn’t even bother to answer, knowing her Timelord well she waited. Eyeing him as he ran over to the immediate, and rather stupid reaction, was for her to scramble the words on the screen into Gallifreyan, a language that was native to her – and one she really didn’t bother to translate sometimes unless it was crucial for the companions to read it. Usually when the Doctor worked alone it was in Gallifreyan. She momentarily forgot he could still read Gallifreyan, therefore her defense mechanism was proved to be pointless. But she couldn’t help but stare at him. With this program she could watch him, it was…brilliant. Sure feeling was nice, and she could feel a lot of things, if he was too hot or too cold. But she could see him with these eyes. It was new…it was…wonderful.
Her attention snapped back as he rushed back over, giving her another once over and she nervously let the silence settle after the question, eyeing the Doctor. She was scared. Being decommissioned once was terrifying and the Doctor meant so much. Where was Elita? She glanced down the hallway. But the TARDIS couldn’t disobey a command from the Doctor. She straightened and squared her shoulders. ”Type-40 TT Capsule Holographic Program Adaptation and Upgrade.” she tried to speak without a waver of nervousness in her voice. More like a machine and less like a living being so he would believe that it was more of a program than the ship taking on it’s own personality, she was being technical. ”Named TARDIS by Susan.” the Doctor’s granddaughter, ”The TARDIS.” she hesitated, but kept her posture straight.
Tags: Doctor! Word Count: 915 Music: The Last Type-40 - Chameleon Circuit Notes: <3333 ffff Doctor <333 Made by TARDIS |
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Post by The Doctor on May 11, 2011 23:47:57 GMT -5
i'm definitely a madman with a box [/SIZE][/color][/font][/i]
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] The hologram before him almost seemed nervous. How could a hologram be nervous? He eyed her carefully, wondering what she could possibly be. And how had the program gotten into the TARDIS? And it was so specific too. Could it have been something that Elita had done? He wouldn’t have expected that, and the TARDIS wouldn’t have allowed such a thing to be added by another person without permission, if it were Elita. No, this seemed too personal an addition. How could it have gotten on the console?
He could have sworn that it was trying to avoid eye contact. She? It was a hologram, though. Then again, he was always one of the first to give personhood to things that people didn’t usually. K-9 was a little robotic dog, and he was certainly a ‘he’ to the Doctor. So a hologram could be under a similar denotation. If she showed a personality, that is. Otherwise, he’d have to acknowledge a regular program as just that. The Doctor was a little unsure. He felt uncomfortable himself, since he didn’t really like situations that he felt in which he felt in little control. He liked to be in the charge, the one that knew things. Now, he didn’t have either of those. He had to find out who this program was and how it had gotten here.
The program responded to him, a little hesitant, but still a response, nonetheless. It was as though it had to respond to him. But it still seemed to be hiding something. The Doctor glanced back the screen. The TARDIS. It had called the program the TARDIS. Apparently it wasn’t recognizing her. Or something else was at play. Maybe the TARDIS was even playing a trick on him. Or maybe this was a message from someone. That wouldn’t be too amiss, he supposed. If someone had sent him a message, then he could hear it via this hologram. That’s what it had to be. It was certainly a way of sending holographic messages. Right.
The hologram was still looking around. Perhaps if this was a message from someone else, the actual person was in danger, looking around wherever they actually were. However simple this solution seemed, the Doctor had a feeling it wasn’t right. The program began to speak to him. “Holographic program adaptation and upgrade?” he murmured, repeating what it had said. The program was very thorough about the answer – very scientific, yet simple. The Doctor smiled wistfully as he mentioned Susan, but remained looking at the hologram quizzically. It just wasn’t coming across to him. The TARDIS. Holographic program? What had someone done to her?
The Doctor crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes at the blue-haired woman before him. Her skin was tainted blue, because of the effects of the hologram. She was unfamiliar still, and that wasn’t helping him get it. “But who are you?” the Doctor went on, clueless as ever. It was so simple, yet he just wasn’t understanding. The TARDIS’ holographic form had occurred with the upgrade during its own sort of regeneration. But having travelled with this TARDIS for 800 years or more had limited even the Doctor’s thoughts. The TARDIS had a certain way it acted, a certain way it responded. And despite having a symbiotic link with the ship, it was still hard from him to think of the personality of the TARDIS as being displayed in such a way.
“The TARDIS,” he murmured, beginning to circle around the hologram again. If he had realized how strange this was to people, he probably wouldn’t have done it. Still, he stayed unusually close, as though proximity to the other would help him figure it out. “A holographic program adaptation and upgrade.” He heaved a sigh, reaching up to stroke at his chin with his fingertips. “An upgrade. The TARDIS just went through an upgrade, a regeneration like I did. But it merely changed the way it looked – the outside, the console.” He stopped, staring blankly at the hologram. Then, all of a sudden, it hit him like a ton of breaks – and he felt like an idiot. He whacked himself on the head with the palm of his hand. “You’re the TARDIS!” he cried out, as though he was informing her as well as himself. “Not just a hologram – you’re the TARDIS. The TARDIS!” He grinned like a loon, circling her one more time before coming back to stand in front of her. “But that’s incredible! How did you do it, eh?” He paused, looking her up and down, then nodding appreciatively. “A hologram. That’s brilliant!”
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MOOD: excited!
NOTES: he can be so clueless sometimes...
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Post by TARDIS on May 12, 2011 6:58:29 GMT -5
She was trying not to get over emotional, because if it was one thing the TARDIS was good at it was being emotional. Temperamental almost, she had her fits but she was terribly good at being a bit of a mom sometimes. Though she did sulk and whine sometimes, but the Doctor was always there to fix her. This wasn’t how she wanted this to happen. Perhaps it was because she was so sentimental about dates and events that she wanted to plan this properly. She should have known her luck with him would have been poor. They never seemed to be very lucky, the two of them, always ending up in terrible places, always getting kidnapped, always having problems. She feared that this upgrade was…problematic. Elita said he might show some concern. She noted the fondness he felt at the mention of Susan and the TARDIS’ own features softened slight before she noticed she was doing it. His emotions were always so strong to her. Just as hers were to him. She could feel his pain and he could feel hers. Much like when she was thrown into that molten core with Donna… She could always tell, it what made them such a pair. The Timelord and his TARDIS, forever in Time and Space as life’s greatest mystery.
His eyes only left her for a moment and she felt like she could figuratively breathe, she wanted to zap away but knowing the Doctor he’d just press that button and bring her back. Why was that button there? She knew why but she really, was very cross with her circuit board for ever having connected it. Maybe she thought he’d need it, of course she did. Once this blew over that would be the way to summon her if he needed her. But it had now done her farm more harm than it had done her good. She eyed him, finally managing to look at him as she could feel the wheels turning in his head as he tried to put things together and she hid a slight snicker. Not to be childish, but the TARDIS did like stumping him and surprising him, making him work a bit. He was always in for it, always up for a little game. Perhaps this wasn’t time for a chuckle, the Doctor didn’t look like he was in a happy place, of course he didn’t. He felt like someone was hacking into his TARDIS. She could understand, she turned to face him now instead of standing so rigid facing the TARDIS console. ”D…Do not be alarmed, Doctor.” for she could sense it in him. Though alarmed might not be the proper term.
The invasion of her space didn’t seem to bother the TARDIS, maybe because she didn’t understand the awkwardness that came about with it like human’s did. The question who are you caused some complications. She didn’t know how to answer. She didn’t exactly know who she was. She knew what she was. She opened her mouth but no words escaped and she closed it, lowering her eyes in confusion. She was a Type-40 TT Capsule…did that make who she was the TARDIS. The name Susan gave her? Complications…calculations…concerns…
He was still piecing it together and suddenly like it hit him upside the head he worked it out himself. As he smacked himself in the forehead the TARDIS let out a gasp and flailed her hands in his direction much like she did Elita when she smacked her hand to her forehead. TARDIS didn’t understand the gesture and didn’t find it very effective, and quite frankly it startled her when people did it. Her outstretched hands covered her mouth as he went off on his little ramble saying her name over and over again. But he was smiling. He was smiling. That was good, all of it was good and suddenly the TARDIS lit up little school girl herself.
”You are not cross with me?” she questioned curiously as he did a loop around her. She followed him with her gaze, twisting her body one way the looking the other way to follow him. Her eyes never left him now, and the smile was fixated on her face. ”During the regenerative process, the eye of harmony that powers me extorted enough energy for the complete and total remodeling of the inside of the ship. I was able to perform certain priority repairs as well as some other repairs to things that have long been forgotten. The crash allowed me to repair and rebuild certain aspects of the TA- myself.” she rambled as he called her brilliant. In the distance the cloister bell chirped happily and the console itself seemed to react in various beeps and blips of joy. ”The hologram programming was easy. The model is for efficiency and communication.” she nodded, ”A Type-40 TT capsule is meant to be flown by six pilots. Or perhaps one and a very clever TARDIS.” she inhaled deeply with a smile on her face just about as giddy as his.
There was one more thing she stepped forward and the hologram glitches slightly, she stepped around him this time, mocking his patterns, ”There’s another thing.” she stopped circling him and stood beside him. ”I’ve moderately reconfigured the chameleon circuit.” she hesitated. ”For efficiency and mobility, I should-“ she made an uneasy face. ”-be able to take this form instead of the blue box in case of an emergency or preference.” she explained.
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Post by The Doctor on May 13, 2011 2:25:30 GMT -5
i'm definitely a madman with a box [/SIZE][/color][/font][/i]
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] The hologram appeared to be slightly relieved. That was when the Doctor got even more interested in the projection. Not only had the TARDIS decided to invent a face for its persona, but it had personality as well. It wasn’t just relating information and facts, or answering questions or doing things that the Doctor asked to help. But she seemed genuinely concerned with him and his opinion of her. Somehow, he was a little pleased with this. It was interesting to see the look on her face instead of just… feeling. That was how things normally were. He knew how the TARDIS reacted to things and how she usually felt, but that was just through their link. He never quite imagined her to be able to project her persona into a body that would be able to communicate with him properly. It was amazing. It was practically like really meeting someone that he had known forever, but at the same time, almost like having a new companion.
She was giddy, responding with obvious glee and happiness at the Doctor’s reaction. He grinned at her in response. The TARDIS’ persona was echoed by various other noises that he usually heard before. But now, he could put those little blips or cloister bell responses to an actual face. There it was, before him, so that he could see it. He could suddenly communicate even better with his TARDIS. He could know what was wrong with the ship to fix her. He could simply ask the hologram. He could ask her where they were going. She could properly warn him of things, instead of leaving him enigmatic messages or chiming the cloister bell like it was the end of time. He could really know what everything on the scanners meant, just by a simple question – that would actually be accompanied by a real response.
And now, as she was saying, there would be another to help him pilot the TARDIS. No longer would he have to run about the console, doing the things that he knew worked and otherwise winging it. She could simply tell him what else he was supposed to be doing, point out the proper way to pilot her. He grinned a bit like an idiot. He was being silly, and he knew it. These were things he probably should have been able to do on his, anyway, but he couldn’t. Things could be easier now, really. It would be different and take some getting used to, but he was sure he could do it. Besides, she really seemed to be excited by his reaction to her. The TARDIS had done this for them both, to be helpful and to contribute in a new and different way. If this was something that she wanted too, then he was willing to give it a try.
Suddenly, the TARDIS hologram was circling around him, nervous about telling him something else. He stopped, raising his hands up slightly and holding them there a little awkwardly. He didn’t realize that she was merely mirroring his own movements, but suddenly, when someone else was circling him, he felt a little awkward. He didn’t mind getting too close to others, but suddenly, he felt a little embarrassed with someone else too close to him. She stopped, then announced that there was something else. Since she was showing more hesitation in telling him whatever else it was, the Doctor’s face turned into a bit of confusion, unsure if he would like what she was about to tell him or not. There was another thing that had massively changed, apparently.
As soon as she said the words chameleon circuit, the Doctor froze. She had changed the chameleon circuit? Did it blend in with its surroundings again? But that beautiful blue… The most beautiful blue, in fact… He grimaced a little bit, looking at her, expecting the worst. What could she have thought, changing the workings of the chameleon circuit? He stopped and listened to her, though, to see what she had done. When she had told him that she could take that form instead for efficiency or preference, he stayed still. Very still. “Well,” he said, and nothing more. He couldn’t quite figure out what to think about that. He didn’t suppose travelling in the same-looking ship for the past 800 years or so could allow him to change his mind about the exterior appearance of the ship so easily. What did this mean? Would it still be the blue box otherwise? Unless he just needed her to move or come along with him or something? But wouldn’t she be in more danger too? He walked away quietly and went to sit in the little chair beside the console. He leaned back, crossed his legs, and piled his hands in his lap. “What exactly does that mean, then?” he asked quietly.
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NOTES: don't worry, he's just a bit confused xD
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Post by TARDIS on May 13, 2011 21:17:17 GMT -5
Personality was objective, the TARDIS had already been a living thing and she had already had somewhat of a personality if one looked hard enough. Some people could just put this off to programming. But she often displayed signs that she wasn’t exactly just any old machine. She was always on the ball, always being sentimental, always trying her best to save companions. She threw her own fits and sulked, and it was just like she was any other creature. She was alien; she didn’t have a humanoid form or anything relative to it, but her consciousness and intelligence. It was this form that separated her from every other being. Maybe people were just so used to what she was; they never imagined what they could be. TARDIS always tried to work at the highest efficiency, but she was so old and broken there were aspects of her that couldn’t be modified and couldn’t be fixed that would always remain the same but during the crash she was able to moderately upgrade. She was lucky that she had managed to do this. The program was always possible, but the chameleon circuit was what really went under change.
He was happy though, happy to see her and happy to know she existed and that was all that the TARDIS ever wanted. She lived off of his approval. A ship and her captain, just like every other bit of command receive machine, she desperately wanted him to be happy with her. He was the programming was made to make his life easier, of course she knew he might miss the challenge and the enigma of not knowing where he was or where they were going. So she would keep to herself if it meant he’d be happy about it, she’d still let some of the mystery live on because there were some things that even the TARDIS couldn’t tell him purely because there were rules set in place. Something like firewalls in her internal programming. Some things she absolutely couldn’t say. Some things even the Doctor didn’t know. She had the entire Time Vortex whirling inside her head, and for a moment if she paused to listen to it, it would tell her everything. But she never stopped to listen, it was dangerous to know so much. But the TARDIS always seemed drawn to events that had problems going on in them, coincidence? Maybe.
The holographic program as well as the TARDIS’ own behavior was a learning process. Just like any child, she was slowly learning the body language and the movements that were proper. She had several things recorded in her head, all the ways the companions would act, and all the ways he reacted. She was a mirror at the moment, but she was merely cataloging the proper responses to certain behaviors. It was probably why she was so giddy at the moment, she was picking up on his smiling, his energy. She tilted her head to the side at his reaction to her circling him, though her holographic form merely smiled warmly at her Doctor. It was unfortunate that in this state she could not touch him. Even though she could feel through the telepathic link, she couldn’t touch Amy or Elita either. She couldn’t fly the ship necessarily, because she was still that, a ship he would still meet the challenges of flying alone but there were some things she could do to ease the process. Just not physically, he’d still have to pull the levers and run around.
He grimaced and she knew he would. She retreated, seemingly, stepping away from her Doctor. He walked away from her, and the TARDIS’ expression that had once been giddy vaporized. She folded her hands in front of her. Elita was right, maybe he was just worried about her. But she…she wanted him happy. Not this. The projection’s eyes fell to the floor, listening to him for a moment. The projection momentarily disappeared, then reappeared at his side, still a few feet away from him. ”In case of an emergency.” her tone seemed more robotic and somber now, merely like she was informing and maybe even chimed a little sadly, ”Or preference. If there is a threat to the TARDIS and can be avoided by mobility, then action will be taken. If devised by preference, only if you command it so…if you want.” she glanced at him, but her eyes were on the floor in a matter of seconds. ”The humanoid adaptation to the chameleon circuit does not affect the default code of the chameleon circuit.” it still didn’t work; basically, she would still scan the whole planet and become a police box because it was still jammed. But the adaptation that was made, along with being able to become invisible, allowed her a humanoid body to move. ”Still a blue box.” she clarified. ”The humanoid form is an option command that can only be activated by you.” she explained. ”It’s just an option, not a complete change.” she assured, eyes lifting to him. She wouldn’t completely change anything without making it reversible. She could eliminate the command all together and deleted the holographic program if he wanted her to. ”These upgrades can be terminated if you deem them to be consequential.” she was in a neutral expression so she didn’t effect his choice. She knew his emotions were always the strongest bit about him. Though she really couldn’t hide how she felt…that’s what sucked about being connected.
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