Jack leaned back against the wall and surveyed his surroundings. He’d checked floor after floor until they all looked the same; there wasn’t a single human left alive on the Game Station. He’d been just about to start looking for escape pods when the robot dog came crashing through the window.
It was right about then that the whole immortal thing started to set in. Waking up after getting sucked into space would do that to you. (Note for future reference: You have about fifteen seconds to get back before you die again. It had been an interesting half-hour.)
“So,” he cast about for something to say. “What’s a…robot dog like you doing in a place like this?”
The robot clicked and whirred; the tiny processors that passed for ears spun with what seemed to be effort. “Insufficient data,” it pronounced at last. “Most recent readings indicate spacetime fluctuations in proximity to CVE. Hypothesis: Unstable coordinates caused interference in this unit’s flight pattern.”
Careening off through space and time. Not so different from him, really.
He was glad for the company, anyway. And he’d certainly held decent conversations (among other things) with less articulate robots.
“You got a name?”
“My designation is K-9 Mark Two.” ----
Requests: Liz Shaw/Jean Basemore (from "The Blue Tooth"), Brigade Leader Lethbridge-Stewart/Platoon Under Leader Benton (both from "Inferno"), CAL/Miss Evangelista (both from "Silence in the Library"/"Forest of the Dead")
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Jack Harkness/K-9 Mark II
Date: 2009-02-14 08:46 pm (UTC)----
“You stuck out here too, huh?”
“Affirmative.”
Jack leaned back against the wall and surveyed his surroundings. He’d checked floor after floor until they all looked the same; there wasn’t a single human left alive on the Game Station. He’d been just about to start looking for escape pods when the robot dog came crashing through the window.
It was right about then that the whole immortal thing started to set in. Waking up after getting sucked into space would do that to you. (Note for future reference: You have about fifteen seconds to get back before you die again. It had been an interesting half-hour.)
“So,” he cast about for something to say. “What’s a…robot dog like you doing in a place like this?”
The robot clicked and whirred; the tiny processors that passed for ears spun with what seemed to be effort. “Insufficient data,” it pronounced at last. “Most recent readings indicate spacetime fluctuations in proximity to CVE. Hypothesis: Unstable coordinates caused interference in this unit’s flight pattern.”
Careening off through space and time. Not so different from him, really.
He was glad for the company, anyway. And he’d certainly held decent conversations (among other things) with less articulate robots.
“You got a name?”
“My designation is K-9 Mark Two.”
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Requests: Liz Shaw/Jean Basemore (from "The Blue Tooth"), Brigade Leader Lethbridge-Stewart/Platoon Under Leader Benton (both from "Inferno"), CAL/Miss Evangelista (both from "Silence in the Library"/"Forest of the Dead")