[video] - I am not a robot

[rudeandginger]

Has anyone else been experiencing an unpleasant plague today?

[Turlough is in the workroom of the TARDIS, surrounded by wires and implements. He's more disheveled than usual, his sleeves rolled up and tie loosened. With one hand he's holding down a twitching robot, as the other fishes into its open back panel with a long pair of pliars. It also seems to be held down in one of the workshop vices.]

It took me hours to catch the damn thing.

[Finally Turlough seems to find what he was looking for, and with a strong tug it comes free. The twitching an flashing of lights under his hand finally stills.]



Finally. Maybe I can finally turn this into something interesting. Like a drinks machine.

Comments

[rudeandginger]

It wasn't alive, Jack.

[wouldnotkindly]

[He's not entirely sure about that, but...]

Then what did you do to it?

[rudeandginger]

I removed it's hardrive. I can't reprogramme it without that.

[wouldnotkindly]

Reprogram... [Jack is hardly a hacking expert, at least outside of Rapture technology (and pipe and fluid puzzles), but he gets that much.] What are you trying to program it to do?

[rudeandginger]

Something less annoying. Make toast. Who knows.

[wouldnotkindly]

[Jack takes a moment to stare at the image of the thing, trying to figure out how that would work.]

Where would the toast go?

[rudeandginger]

[He manages to ply off another panel with a satisfied PLINK.]

Use your imagination, Jack.