[See Rex sitting on the floor in Iago's room, a pile of books around him. He's been... just... going through them, because he's bored and withdrawal sucks. BUT DON'T WORRY, IAGO, HE'LL TOTALLY PUT THEM BACK IN ORDER
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[And he was in a panic. He had been in the library, minding his own business, trying to find more books to keep Rex entertained, when he saw that. And his pile of books. AND REX PUTTING THEM AWAY INCORRECTLY. He tried not to run back to his room, but it was hard.
He had an order to those and Rex was messing it up. He threw open the door.]
Why the fuck did you take them all out? [He walked over to the bookshelf and knelt down to see the damage that had already been done. Nope. All wrong.]
Try to keep up with something in the gym, even if it's just power-walking or something lame like that. Exercise, endorphins, blah blah blah. You'll feel better.
My old office at CIA headquarters. It had one of the most sophisticated computer terminals on Gallifrey. Complete Matrix access. [A small, nostalgic smile crosses his face.] In my brief moments of spare time I used to scour through Matrix files looking for usual and powerful weapons that were left out in the universe, abandoned, waiting for someone to come claim them. It was like a treasure hunt.
Exactly. It was for the good of the security of the universe. [And the CIA's secret stockpiles.] That it was also a challenging intellectual diversion from work was simply an added benefit.
[He's on a roll now. It's like asking an avid collector about their prized collection.]
One of my greatest finds was a cybernetic assassin who was splintered through time at one second increments. Billions of versions of her, and as soon as one fell, a replacement one second into her future would be transported into identical spatio-temporal coordinates to take her place. A true technological beauty. She was a little broken when I found her, but I hooked her up to a partially disassembled TARDIS and she was beginning to fix up nicely.
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He had an order to those and Rex was messing it up. He threw open the door.]
What in the hell are you doing?
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Cleaning up after myself.
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Why the fuck did you take them all out? [He walked over to the bookshelf and knelt down to see the damage that had already been done. Nope. All wrong.]
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Training starts back up on Friday if you're good for it.
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Try to keep up with something in the gym, even if it's just power-walking or something lame like that. Exercise, endorphins, blah blah blah. You'll feel better.
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Really, though, I'm wondering if it'll have any real effect. I mean, I got beaten up by a superpowered teenager just a week ago.
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Yeah.
I wrote programs for them. Still do. EnCom.
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What kinds of games?
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I for one miss the ability to cook for myself. And of course, a glass of wine would make dinner much more pleasant.
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Sometimes, the kitchens can be accommodating. But if you're used to particularly exotic ingredients, you may be out of luck.
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That sounds incredible! [Pause.] And, really, it's not like they should be left out there for just anybody to stumble upon.
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[He's on a roll now. It's like asking an avid collector about their prized collection.]
One of my greatest finds was a cybernetic assassin who was splintered through time at one second increments. Billions of versions of her, and as soon as one fell, a replacement one second into her future would be transported into identical spatio-temporal coordinates to take her place. A true technological beauty. She was a little broken when I found her, but I hooked her up to a partially disassembled TARDIS and she was beginning to fix up nicely.
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Who created her? Do you have any notes, or... footage of the assassin? I'd love to see it.
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