The 10th Professor's Adventures: Minisode 1 – New Ideas
Written by: MichaelWhovian
Sometimes it is customary for a timelord to tinker and create in his TARDIS, when it comes to thinking of ways to occupy his time. Timelords rarely need sleep as is, however with the Professor it was like sleep evaded him even just for a moment. He found himself drinking caffeine to keep the tired old bones working, for when someone is 5,145 years old if one gets no sleep, they need to find a way to keep himself going. So as the Professor toiled away at his desk, working on a project of his, an old chest opened to his side full of tools and other things that he acquired from a pirate some time ago, every now and then he took a drink from a coke bottle, an old glass one, before returning to his work.
What laid before him on the table was odds and ends mostly, a stripped apart hand phaser, a few wires, a couple batteries from different time periods, all surrounding this old bit of tech. A Sonic Lance, with a wooden touch to the panels, raised silver buttons, 3 on it's top, and smooth silver braces on the side to keep the thing together. The Emitter and the screen glowed this beautiful pinkish blue, as he kept testing one of the buttons from the inside.
“Sonics need purpose...” The Professor spoke to himself. “They need limits and reasons for using them when you can't figure something else out...Sonic probes being used for everything nowadays, they aren't multi-use tools, they're meant to be made for specifics, no wonder the things explode after so long...” He looked at his plans, this piece of paper on his desk, surrounded by a Swiss army knife, a couple lockpicks, and other tools he seemed to have pulled from the pirate's chest. The plans detailed the sonic for three purposes, For Activating and Deactivating technology from long distance, A scanning feature, and the button on the top, was meant to activate the phaser battery as a last-ditch way for him and his companions to flee.
Slowly, he pulled out this old alarm clock from the chest, sitting it at the far end of the table and turning the sonic lance to it, aiming the emitter bits towards it as he carefully sat the sonic down. He took a deep breath and pushed on the button on the left. At that moment, the alarm on the electronic clock went off, as he grins, looking at his work, before quickly pushing the button again shutting off the alarm clock.
“Works....This old shell actually works, finally found a good thing for it too...”
He hears the TARDIS thrum above him, he sighed.
“Retro's just cooler, more style, more experience than most things. It's why I was on records for the longest time, it just sounds, and works...better.”
She thrummed again, he sighed again, looking up.
“Sonic technology nowadays is too flashy. Too multi-tooled and overused. You have to limit yourself to what your device does or you may find yourself relying too much on the device, and what happens when it is destroyed or lost when one is out and about? You've played your card.”
He hears his TARDIS whirl.
“I like having full pockets. It helps give me things to use.”
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