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Post by The First Doctor on Sept 3, 2011 22:58:48 GMT -5
"Practice? I see now!" She said with a laugh, looking at the black hole again. "Is this a single point singularity or a moving ring shaped? How do you deal with both of them?" She answered, her eyes starting t glow again as she stared at the black hole.
She gave him a grin.
"It's a Schwarzschild black hole, so we'll be looking at a single-point singularity. That's why I wanted a supermassive black hole. They're less likely to have angular momentum." A pause. "Gallifrey won't, and we need conditions to be as alike as possible."
He started to speak, then noticed her eyes and her grin. "My dear," he said with a laugh, "I sometimes feel I'm a bad influence on you." He paused. "And then I think to myself, if I'd ever had a daughter..."
His voice trailed away, and his expression became unreadable for a moment. "Well, then," he said, clearly changing the subject, "to work." His hands flew over the the controls, feeding in data.
"In simple terms," he said as he entered equations, "I'm programming the block transfer computation module to reconfigure one of the brane probes. The modified probe will analyze the Hawking radiation - which is simply a measure of Bekenstein–Hawking entropy - and heterodyne into the emissions. It will utilize a simple negative-energy conversion to flow backwards along the wavelength and sample the holographic surface boundary of the singularity."
The clicking of the controls made a rhythmic counterpoint. "Since it is holographic, we need only contact the boundary and scan a single point. Once the data is located - for our proof of concept test, we will locate and remove light emitted from a star some 3.7 light years from here, which arrived 9 years ago - the probe reconverts to positive energy and draws up the data as it radiates out."
His fingers stopped moving. "Of course, it's never been done before. Usually, if we needed something out of a black hole, we'd just grab it right before it fell in." A laugh. "But that would be a problematic solution, given that there is no way to go back before Gallifrey fell in."
He spun to face his niece. "Are you ready?"
He pushed a button.
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Post by Sisilaya Vulmecura on Sept 4, 2011 17:13:34 GMT -5
Sisi just simply grinned with Robin, she found his laughter catching and had tried nothing to stop them. It felt freeing to be able to let her mind slip sometimes, losing one's inhibitions.
He started to speak, then noticed her eyes and her grin. "My dear," he said with a laugh, "I sometimes feel I'm a bad influence on you." He paused. "And then I think to myself, if I'd ever had a daughter..."
Her eyes hooded as she smirked though, looking at him from over the other side of the console. "Last time I checked you did not sleep with my mother.. did you? You were a redhead after all and I certainly wouldn't put it behind you knowing your meddling tendencies. She was very beautiful after all. Why, I do recall my father was dark haired in his Chameleon Arch~" She said the last in a mocking singsong voice before smiling and looking down at the controls with him. Robin was merciless when he mocked people with their romance, but at good times Sisi would throw it right back at him.
His version of simple terming once again made no sense to her, but once again she humoured him, she sort of had the idea what he was talking about. "Perhaps you should do a course on lower IQ human language Robin, I'm sure it would be a good challenge to you" She said with a smile before she turned back to her side of the console, keeping an eye on the scanner not far away from her.
"Once again, too many fancy words but I get the general idea, just show me and I will learn."
She nodded.
"I'm ready"
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Post by The First Doctor on Sept 5, 2011 9:01:49 GMT -5
Her eyes hooded as she smirked though, looking at him from over the other side of the console. "Last time I checked you did not sleep with my mother.. did you? You were a redhead after all and I certainly wouldn't put it behind you knowing your meddling tendencies. She was very beautiful after all. Why, I do recall my father was dark haired in his Chameleon Arch~" She said the last in a mocking singsong voice before smiling and looking down at the controls with him. Robin was merciless when he mocked people with their romance, but at good times Sisi would throw it right back at him.
"Four times, actually," the Meddler answered absently, still entering the equations. "At Mí Bhealtaine. Your... father wasn't comfortable with the Sidhe rituals and traditions for the holiday, so she asked me as a friend to stand in his place."
Tap, tap tap, tap. "Once you were born, of course, her role in the traditional rituals changed. Then, because Xandavier still wasn't comfortable with the traditions, she asked me as a friend and as your godfather to continue to stand in his place - carrying you over the bonfire, sprinkling the dew on your head, keeping you outside all night to meet the Fay, that sort of thing."
Tap, tap, tap tap tap. "And she was quite beautiful. The energy fields surrounding her made her resemble a mallomorn tree..." His voice trailed away, as if the words brought unpleasant memories to the surface.
"Perhaps you should do a course on lower IQ human language Robin, I'm sure it would be a good challenge to you" She said with a smile before she turned back to her side of the console, keeping an eye on the scanner not far away from her. "Once again, too many fancy words but I get the general idea, just show me and I will learn."
"That was the simplified version," he said, surprised.
She nodded. "I'm ready"
"What? Oh, we've already started."
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Post by Sisilaya Vulmecura on Sept 5, 2011 10:39:22 GMT -5
"You slept with my mother several times?" She exclaimed in surprise.
Sisi just stood there for a moment, her eyebrows raised and look of stun on her face. She opened and closed her mouth for a few times as she tried to say something but was juts too.. flabbergasted to say anything. The wheels were turning behind her eyes though, and her green eyes flitted across the room. She bit her lip in tension as a particular thought went across her mind. No.. no..
She then threw her head back and heaved a sigh.
"I thought for a moment you were my dad! You had red hair in your last regeneration, Xandavier didn't." She said with a strange laugh. "But then I remember during the experiments that they researched my DNA to see what made me different from the other women, I was positively a human halfbreed. If it would have been Time Lord it would have shown up back then, right?" She said a bit nervously.
She blinked a few times getting her mind straight. That was a a very very strange idea, she looked at Robin once more, in a very different light this time. She sometimes forgot that the man knew her as a small babe, that apparently he had been the one to guide her through those rituals when her own father would not. When looking at his face he barely looked over 35, it was a hard concept to grasp onto sometimes. She chuckled softly and shook her head at the absurdity of it all, yet it made sense. She smiled.
"I haven't celebrated Bealtaine in years, lost the lust for it after mum died.. quite literally. I was too young to grasp the true concept before she died anyway." She shrugged lightly and looked back at the console, her eyes flitting over the screen again. "Perhaps, one day.. who knows." She trailed off.
She sniggered and said nothing when he said they had already started, going with the flow.
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Post by The First Doctor on Sept 5, 2011 12:03:07 GMT -5
"You slept with my mother several times ?" She exclaimed in surprise."Four times," he corrected absently. "Well, on four occasions. As I understand the idiom, we actually..." His voice trailed off. He blinked, and looked up from the controls. "I'm sorry. This conversation is probably going in an extremely awkward direction." Sisi was giving him a peculiar look now, chewing her lip thoughtfully. She then threw her head back and heaved a sigh.
"I thought for a moment you were my dad! You had red hair in your last regeneration, Xandavier didn't." She said with a strange laugh. "But then I remember during the experiments that they researched my DNA to see what made me different from the other women, I was positively a human halfbreed. If it would have been Time Lord it would have shown up back then, right?" She said a bit nervously.Now it was the Meddler's turn to think hard. "In point of fact, no. It wouldn't have. Gallifreyan DNA is polymorphic. It is quite capable of bonding with gallifreyoid non-Gallifreyan genetic material, and then slowly adjusting the hybrid's DNA during regenerations." A shrug. "That's how it worked with the Doctor, and a very few other hybrids, anyway." He laughed. "But I can't possibly be your father. There was only nine months between the last time your mother and I were together, and your birth. And human gestation is what, a year? No where near enough time." "I haven't celebrated Bealtaine in years, lost the lust for it after mum died.. quite literally. I was too young to grasp the true concept before she died anyway." She shrugged lightly and looked back at the console, her eyes flitting over the screen again. "Perhaps, one day.. who knows." She trailed off."I really only celebrated it when I was at the Courts," the Meddler said. "But you're young, and there's time and a whole universe out there." (OOC: Yeah, I know what you said. But I figure, why let the Meddler off easy.  )
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Post by Sisilaya Vulmecura on Sept 5, 2011 12:17:58 GMT -5
"I'm sorry. This conversation is probably going in an extremely awkward direction."
"Ya think?" She said sarcastically, but smiled and shook her head none the less and laughed.
She was once again surprised at how Time Lord DNA also seemed to be able to bond with that of a non-Gallifreyan DNA. She suddenly got a very bad feeling in her gut that was creeping up on her as he went on. If it hadn't shown up back then, then there could be a chance..
"But I can't possibly be your father. There was only nine months between the last time your mother and I were together, and your birth. And human gestation is what, a year? No where near enough time."
"WHAT?!" She exclaimed, it's a good thing she hadn't been drinking anything, or it would have been all spewn over the control panel by now. She heaved as she ran over to Robin and grabbed him by the lapels of his coat, yanking him close.
"The gestation time of a human is exactly nine months Robin!" She hissed.
Even though a Sidhe pregnancy was significantly longer then that of a human, Sisi wasn't sure how long her mother had been pregnant of her. A human hybrid, or so she thought.
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Post by The First Doctor on Sept 6, 2011 3:46:49 GMT -5
"WHAT?!" She exclaimed, it's a good thing she hadn't been drinking anything, or it would have been all spewn over the control panel by now. She heaved as she ran over to Robin and grabbed him by the lapels of his coat, yanking him close.
"The gestation time of a human is exactly nine months Robin!" She hissed.
The Meddler blinked in surprise. "Are you certain? I was fairly sure it was some fifty weeks..." He rolled his eyes at his own words. "No, I'm sorry. You've served as a midwife, and I've never really paid attention to the subject at all, so I should trust your expertise."
And then he got a peculiar look on his face as her words sank in - surprise mostly. "Do you think..?" he began, "I mean... really?" There was a flicker of hope in his eyes.
Suddenly, uncharacteristically, he hugged her close. "It probably isn't," he said, "but it should be." Silence, for a moment. "You should be my daughter."
And then the console dinged.
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Post by Sisilaya Vulmecura on Sept 6, 2011 4:49:35 GMT -5
"No the gestation time of a human being is 42 weeks, I'm fairly sure. The only thing is, Sidhe's pregnancies are nearly two years if I recall right. But that's only what I've heard, I've never actually seen it and I don't know how long my mother was pregnant of me.." She trailed off.
Then Robin pulled her close and she was hugged to his chest. She stiffened immediately, shocked by the sudden close contact. Regularly it was hard to touch Robin at all, a shoulder rub was the best she could get done. Yet, she took a deep breath, his scent filling her nose and she allowed herself to relax in his arms, she closed her eyes as she tentatively wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him back to her.
"You're right I'm afraid. Mum of all people would have known, she never gave a hint to anyone else but Xandavier being my sire."
By Danu, her feelings were in a conflict.
The console dinged
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Post by The First Doctor on Sept 6, 2011 5:44:06 GMT -5
"You're right I'm afraid. Mum of all people would have known, she never gave a hint to anyone else but Xandavier being my sire."
There were a million things the Meddler wanted to say at that moment. A pedantic explanation of Sidhe matrilineal culture, speculation on why her mother might not have hinted at anyone else, even an insistence that Xandavier couldn't have been her father, not really. But may-have-beens and never-weres left a bad taste in his mouth. So he chose silence, silence and holding close the woman that could have been his daughter, instead.
"It doesn't matter," he whispered. "You are my Niece, and I am your Uncle." There was a ritual tone to the words. "You are of my House, the House Unmade, by Thread and by Loom, by choice and design. Time is your heritage. Time is your duty. Time is yours."
The console dinged. For a moment, he was reluctant to release his niece (daughter, a part of his mind insisted). It dinged again, and he released her to check the controls. "I was afraid of that," he said, irritably.
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Post by Sisilaya Vulmecura on Sept 6, 2011 12:28:25 GMT -5
It doesn't matter," he whispered. "You are my Niece, and I am your Uncle." There was a ritual tone to the words. "You are of my House, the House Unmade, by Thread and by Loom, by choice and design. Time is your heritage. Time is your duty. Time is yours.
She bit her lip to fight back the tears, Robin had no idea how much those words actually meant to her. Until short ago she believed her only family to be a maniac who wanted her dead. She had grown up with the knowledge that she wouldn't belong anywhere, always falling from one world to the other. Even though time travel was hectic, it was by far the most stable life she had had since her mother died. Even though Robin may not be her actual blood bound family, he was kind to her and provided safe shelter and opportunities for self development. More then her father had ever done for her, or any other man for that matter. She had been in an environment of animalistic survival for far too long and it showed through in her behaviour, specially in times when she was cornered or startled she was likely to draw a gun. Yet, since she stayed with Robin that coil was starting to unwind, ever so slowly and she started to feel safer in her own skin.
She just nodded mutely at his words, not trusting her voice, rubbing the moist from her eyes with the back of her hand as he released her and turned back to the console. She felt cold suddenly, probably from the sudden disappearing of the extra body heat.
She finally took a deep breath and squared her shoulder, coming to looking at the console over his shoulder. "What is it..?" She asked softly, her voice still a bit strained.
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Post by The First Doctor on Sept 6, 2011 21:28:42 GMT -5
She finally took a deep breath and squared her shoulder, coming to looking at the console over his shoulder. "What is it..?" She asked softly, her voice still a bit strained.
If the Meddler noticed the dampness in her eyes, or the strain in her voice, he didn't say anything about it. Instead, he hunched over the console, looking irritated.
"Rod and Eye," he muttered, then sighed. "Something I should have expected. There's too much data to be easily sorted. Billions of years, compressed into every one-dimensional point on the holographic interface. Even with the resources of the TARDIS, it would take..." He did some quick calculations in his head, then gave up. "Well, longer than even I would consider feasible. And by most standards I am irrationally obsessive."
He sighed again, and made an exasperated sound in the back of his throat. "It's not going to work," he said, gesturing at the console. "It's simply not going to work."
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Post by Sisilaya Vulmecura on Sept 7, 2011 4:38:09 GMT -5
Sisi too eyed the console, made a walk around it to check everything. She finally looked through the open door again at the black hole, thinking hard. She bit her lip, there should be something they could do, if one TARDIS took such a long time then perhaps.. She blinked and looked at Robin.
"The problem here is that there is too much data for just this TARDIS to handle, right? What is often done on earth when a computer has something to render but it's too much to handle on it's own, they hook up several computers to each other.. as a farm so to say and let them render as one. It saved a lot of time.."
She cocked her head slightly, a slow smile spreading on her face.
"Wouldn't it work also with TARDISes, combine them as one? Don't Alec and that Doctor have TARDISes too?"
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Post by The First Doctor on Sept 7, 2011 5:41:37 GMT -5
"The problem here is that there is too much data for just this TARDIS to handle, right? What is often done on earth when a computer has something to render but it's too much to handle on it's own, they hook up several computers to each other.. as a farm so to say and let them render as one. It saved a lot of time.."
She cocked her head slightly, a slow smile spreading on her face.
"Wouldn't it work also with TARDISes, combine them as one? Don't Alec and that Doctor have TARDISes too?"
The Meddler did some more calculations in his head, then shook it slowly. "Theoretically, yes, it would work," he said, slowly, "But there are two problems with your solution. First, while it would reduce processing time by a factor of two raised to the number of TARDISes involved, that would still leave us with an average search time of decades. And that's for something as simple as recently captured light."
A pause. "The second problem is, of course, that I can't imagine the Doctor participating in tampering with the Time War at all. It's difficult enough for me to contemplate, and I 'only' designed the Moment. He used it."
A dry chuckle. "Third - and yes, I know I said two - you've seen what the lot of us are like when we get together. Even if everyone involved was willing to cooperate, I'd have an easier time herding cats to market."
He drummed his fingers on the console, thoughtfully. "On the other hand, this experiment was something I wanted to do in order to avoid the obvious solution. Because that particular solution makes sitting just outside an event horizon, poking a black hole with a stick look sane and safe."
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Post by Sisilaya Vulmecura on Sept 7, 2011 6:45:41 GMT -5
"Yet, you say it would take decades while were in a time machine. Isn't there some way you could work around that? Still, if there are better possibilities then I trust your expertise on that, time is not my exact forte yet."
She came to the other side of the console, looking at the Meddler through the transparent material of the time rotor. resting her hands on the side of the console.
"You forget how.. persuasive I can be dear godfather. I've gotten ma's talent for singing. That Sidhe half came with some helpful things" She said with a smile, her ma's singing had been notorious, she could bring entire mobs to their knees with just a single tone of her voice. It's effect was like those of many of the Sidhe race, behavior altering, entrancing. People lost the will to fight, the will to be angry when her ma was singing, their eyes going glassy. It had saved Sisi herself out of some tight situations before.
"I remember you even went starry eyed for ma's singing." She said with a smile.
"On the other hand, this experiment was something I wanted to do in order to avoid the obvious solution. Because that particular solution makes sitting just outside an event horizon, poking a black hole with a stick look sane and safe."
"Nothing you ever do looks sane and safe Robin" She retorted. "So what's the plan now then?" She straightened herself, she had a feeling she wasn't going to like what Robin was going to say.
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Post by The First Doctor on Sept 7, 2011 16:45:27 GMT -5
"Yet, you say it would take decades while were in a time machine. Isn't there some way you could work around that? Still, if there are better possibilities then I trust your expertise on that, time is not my exact forte yet."
"Yet," the Meddler agreed. "We'll be working on that, though."
He paused, deep in thought, considering her suggestion. "It's... tempting," he said at last. "But, while the TARDIS is capable of amazing things, she can't pilot herself. So it would require us to design some mechanism to steer her while we abandon ship. That mechanism would have to bring her to the event horizon, keep her there for the required time, and then bring her back to us."
He shook his head. "I don't trust automata that much. I mean, I might, if we were talking about something as mundane as a black hole. But ultimately, we're talking about the Singularity containing the Time War..."
He went on to point out the near impossibility of coordinating the activities of the surviving Time Lords.
She came to the other side of the console, looking at the Meddler through the transparent material of the time rotor. resting her hands on the side of the console.
"You forget how.. persuasive I can be dear godfather. I've gotten ma's talent for singing. That Sidhe half came with some helpful things" She said with a smile.
"I remember you even went starry eyed for ma's singing." She said with a smile.
"You are never going to let that drop, are you?" he grinned. His face turned serious. "But, no. I don't..." he sighed. "I am certain the Doctor wouldn't agree. And the others? The ones outside the Deca, that survived? Let's just say that I don't feel like advertising the fact that I created the Moment. At bare minimum, it's guaranteed to create one of those awkward silences you hear about."
"On the other hand, this experiment was something I wanted to do in order to avoid the obvious solution. Because that particular solution makes sitting just outside an event horizon, poking a black hole with a stick look sane and safe."
"Nothing you ever do looks sane and safe Robin" She retorted. "So what's the plan now then?" She straightened herself, she had a feeling she wasn't going to like what Robin was going to say.
"Oh, come on," he said in a faux-hurt tone, "Nothing? What about that omlette I made this morning? Eggs - chicken eggs, I might add - ham, mushrooms, peppers, two types of cheese. That wasn't chaos and madness incarnate!"
He tried to pout, something he was no good at and which lasted less than four seconds, and devolved into laughter.
"All right, all right, I take your meaning. I do fly off the handle from time to time, don't I?" He took a deep breath. "What I have in mind isn't dangerous because of the mechanics - I executed a proof of concept for it during the War. It's dangerous because of where it will lead."
Pulling up a holographic screen, he began to scribble formulae on it. Then he looked at Sisi, and put the screen away. "I'll show you the technical details if you want," he said, obviously fighting nervousness. "The short form is that, and this is going to be an extremely inexact analogy, I can open a bridge through the Singularity. If I can't remotely probe the War for the biodata signature I need, then I'll..."
He stopped, swallowing hard. "I'll... just... havetogointotheWarandbringitout." The last was a single explosive burst of syllables, as if the words needed a running start to escape.
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