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technogalen (technogalen) wrote in silverage,

Galen spoke softly to his ship."Plato once said, that for everything that exists, there is a perfect form of it somewhere. A perfect human being, a perfect chair, a perfect stick, so that everything is a shadow of that one perfect form. Now, if we follow that train of thought, that means that somewhere in the universe there exists the perfect form of the perfect absolute and complete idiot. And he just left here."

He looked over at the cup of tea the Doctor had left on the table. With a thought he disassociated the atoms in cup and tea alike, channeling the released energy into his ship. "Make sure he gets out of the cargo bay with no problems from the shields."

Reaching for his newspaper with one hand, Galen finished off his coffee. With a sniff, he spoke one last time. "Energy is energy. Time Vortex, hyperspace..." His voice trailed off as he returned to his newspaper.