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31 flavors of fission. Doctor Who (open)
The Doctor sat on a bench within sight of the TARDIS watching a pigeon eat a cigarette butt. 4 attempts to fold out of this reality had been spectacular failures so far.
No luck in figuring out the praeternatural intelligence that pulled the strings in this “city” so far. The TARDIS just needed more power. Yes! that would do it. More energy would be child’s play for someone like a time traveling scientist..
He carefully opened the ice cream maker, and began soldering parts of a cellular phone to it. He needed some chemicals that could be found in the reproductive organs of a frog, but those would be tomorrow’s project. “Cold fusion here I come.” The Doctor muttered to himself while manipulating the Sonic Screwdriver.
No luck in figuring out the praeternatural intelligence that pulled the strings in this “city” so far. The TARDIS just needed more power. Yes! that would do it. More energy would be child’s play for someone like a time traveling scientist..
He carefully opened the ice cream maker, and began soldering parts of a cellular phone to it. He needed some chemicals that could be found in the reproductive organs of a frog, but those would be tomorrow’s project. “Cold fusion here I come.” The Doctor muttered to himself while manipulating the Sonic Screwdriver.