--Episodes--

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Episode Two: The LEXI Paradigm *part two*


Here's part two! Comment!

The elevator door opened with a hiss and the guard led us out into a hallway. It was very similar to the one that the TARDIS landed in, but this one had soldiers standing at the wall every ten feet. Guarding the weapon, I supposed.

We neared a large door, and Miss Watkins and Dr. Lugnar showed their ID cards to the patroller. The Doctor grinned and flashed his psychic paper. We were let in, and I looked around the room.

The walls were white, and it looked a bit like an X-ray room, with buttons and reading screens, light beeping noises, and a large computer buzzed slightly in the corner. It was a moment before I looked through the wide window into another room, and when I did, I couldn’t believe what I saw.

Oh…” the Doctor said, flipping his glasses on and gazing out the window.

And standing there, walking around the room with a slight smile on her face, was a girl. She was wearing a plain white hospital dress, and seemed to be looking at the walls with deep interest. But the most striking thing about her was her skin- it was gold. Golden skin with dark freckles, gold hair, and bright blue eyes. She couldn’t have been more than nine years old.

“That’s…” I said. “That’s the weapon?”

“Yes,” Dr. Lugnar replied. “And we’re working on making more. She’s just the prototype. A paradigm.”

“It’s a computer?” I walked closer to the glass and peered in.

“Well, technically speaking, no. Her brain was developed to work like a computer server. She can tap into computer network waves in her head.”

“Lugnar’s Experimental Individuals,” stated Miss Watkins proudly.

“Stupid name for a robot…” the Doctor muttered.

“Oh, but it’s not a robot,” Dr. Lugnar said. “It’s a living person, grown right here at Lugnar Industries. She’s a super-genius child, and can be used as a soldier to defend the Milky Way.”

“You’re using a child as a soldier?” asked the Doctor, his mood changing rapidly to serious.

“No, no, she’s not done yet,” Andrea Watkins said. “She should be done in a few more years.”

“She’d still be a kid,” I interjected. “That’s not right. You’re growing her to die.”

“But that’s the thing.” Dr. Lugnar turned to the big computer and the screen lit up, displaying a picture of her brain. “She’s to smart to die. She’ll hack into the enemy’s computer mainframe, bomb dispatcher, or spaceship machinery unit, and find a way to destroy it. She doesn’t even have to be on the frontline, just close enough to receive the waves.”

The Doctor sat down on the table and leaned back on his hands. “You’re brilliant, Dr. Lugnar. But you’re wrong.

Lugnar eyed him, a slight glare on his face. “Don’t you want to meet her? See what she thinks about this?”

“Love to.”

Andrea Watkins nodded, and punched in a code on the wall. It opened up, and the Doctor and I walked in.

“Oooh, psychic glass!” he exclaimed looking around at the walls. “You can see whatever you want to see in here.”

I looked at the small girl standing in the corner of the room, staring intently at the walls. “Hello.” I said.

The girl turned around and looked at me. “Hello.”

“I’m Lisa, and this is the Doctor.” I glanced over to the lanky man in a suit and Converse who was examining the walls.

“Hello, Lisa. Hello, Doctor.”

“Ah, hi, then,” he said, turning on his heel to face us.

“What’s your name?” I asked, crouching down in front of her.

“I am the prototype. The paradigm,” was the gold girl’s response.

“Lugnar’s Experimental Individuals… Lexi. You like that? I’ll call you Lexi.”

“Lexi?” The Doctor glanced at me. “Where’d you get that from?”

Lugnar’s Experimental Individuals. It’s an acronym.”

“Lexi…” the girl said. “I like it. Lugnar and Andrea never gave me a name. Thank you, Lisa, for the name.”

I smiled. “You’re welcome, Lexi.”

“So,” said the Doctor. “Lexi, how old are you?”

“Eight Earth-years, four Earth-months, and seventeen Earth-days.”

“Right… have you ever been to school?”

“I do not need to go to school. There is nothing for me to learn there. I am a genius.” Her big, innocent blue eyes gazed up at him. She wasn’t bragging, you could tell, just stating fact.

“Well don’t you have friends?” I asked. “Do you get lonely?”

Lexi stood quiet for a minute, looking at the wall. “Yes. I am lonely. But I have Lugnar and Andrea to keep me company. Andrea plays games with me.”

“What kind of games?” asked the Doctor.

“Question games,” Lexi stated, a smile creeping across her face. “Here, I’ll show you.” She took his hand and dragged him over to a small cot in the corner of the room. He glanced over his shoulder at me, raising his eyebrows.

“This is how you play: Ask me a question,” commanded Lexi, plopping down on her cot. “Any question at all.”

“What is the nineteenth number of pi in its decimal form?” asked the Doctor.

I was about to tell him off for asking such a hard question, but Lexi promptly answered.

“Eight.”

“What year was the internet invented?”

“In the early nineteen-fifties, but it was destroyed later on, then was reintroduced in nineteen-eighty-nine having been improved by Microsoft.”

“Why are raspberry flavored slushies blue?” I interjected.

Lexi laughed, and told me that it was because it would have been too confusing to make a red raspberry slushie when the cherry kind was also red.

“So you travel through time and space to ask a super-genius eight-year-old why raspberry slushies are blue?” the Doctor asked me, grinning incredulously.

“Suppose so,” I answered, and turned my attention back to Lexi. “Is that all you ever do? Play the ‘question game’?”

“No, I like to read. And the walls change every day, and Lugnar comes in sometimes to talk to me about what I’m feeling or thinking.” Her legs dangled over the small bed. “Sometimes—’’ She stopped speaking abruptly, her eyes growing wide.

“What?” I asked, putting my hand on her arm. “What is it?”

Suddenly, an alarm went off, screeching over our heads and making me jump.

The Doctor grabbed Lexi by the wrist and towed her over to the door. “Come on.”

Dr. Lugnar and Miss Watkins were hastily packing up some things from the observation room.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Invasion,” Lugnar replied, hastily stuffing a pile of papers into a bag.

“Oh, God, not again…” I said.

“We have to get out,” yelled the Doctor over the loudening siren. “I think I can figure out who—’’

Just then, iron plates closed over the door and observing window.

“It’s the automatic lockdown,” sighed Miss Watkins. “We’ll never get out in time.”

“Not unless you’re with him.” I indicated the Doctor, who had already begun to tap into the code lock with his sonic screwdriver.

“What is happening?” Lexi asked.

“Lexi,” I said, putting my hands on her thin shoulders, “you know lots of things, right? You know about aliens. That’s what happening. They’re attacking.”

“This will be a perfect time to test out the girl!” Dr. Lugnar stated, yanking her away from me.

“Test me?” Lexi looked confused. “For what?”

“What you were made to do. Defend our galaxy.”

“Now,” the Doctor said, turning from the door to us. “While I’m around, there’s not going to be any killing. You created Lexi as a weapon and—’’

“I’m… I’m a weapon…?”

Everyone was silent. Lexi’s blue eyes filled with tears.

“I know weapons,” she said, her voice growing fierce. “Bombs and guns used to kill millions- billions- of people. Things of great destruction only created to maim. I will not allow myself to become one.”

“But that’s what you were developed for,” Dr. Lugnar said. “To defend our galaxy against things with worse weapons, all aimed at us. Do you not wish to protect your planet from a greater evil?”

“I know of many wars,” Lexi went on. “Some have failed, so many people died for nothing. Some have succeeded. But either way, the weapons that were used killed, took lives. I. Will. Not.”

For a moment, the only sound we could hear was the incessant ringing of the alarm.

"Oh!" the Doctor shouted, hitting his hand to his forehead and walking over the Lexi. "Your mind is like a computer- you can just... hop onto the computer waves being distributed by alien ships nearby. It was originally designed--" He bent down in front of her and started scanning her with his sonic screwdriver-- "so that you could do some serious damage to the computer's mainframe, but..."

Lexi blinked as the Doctor placed his fingers on either side of her head. "What are you doing?"

"Lexi, Little Lexi Lou. Hm, very alliterative name, don’t you think? Could you just take a peek at the computer waves for me? Through your brain, I'll be able to identify what aliens are--"

"No!" Dr. Lugnar pushed passed me. "She's not perfected yet! Trying to hack the computer's mainframe could destroy her brain."

"I should be able to sheild her from harm," the Doctor reassured him before turning his attention back to Lexi. "Just... close your eyes... won't hurt a bit."

"How...?" Miss Watkins stared at him.

The Doctor closed his eyes for a minute or so, and then jumped up, sending Lexi teetering backwards.

"Of course!" he yelled. "Judoon! They somehow got wind that Earth was creating a new weapon which violates something in the Shadow Proclamation and came here to sort it out!!" He scratched his head. "But! I know what we're dealing with now, and--" He pulled his sonic screwdriver from one of the many pockets in his coat and strode to the door-- "we can get out."

"But you were just over there trying to door a minute ago," stated Miss Watkins.

The Doctor looked exasperatedly at her. "I had to let the sonicness sink into the wires to bypass the system so it could unlock the door which takes a few minutes- not everything happens as quickly as you want it to even with a sonic screwdriver," he said all in one breath.

"Is he always like this...?" Andrea asked me quietly as the Doctor opened the door.

"Dunno," I answered, following him out the door. "Just met him."





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Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Episode Two: The LEXI Paradigm *part one*


Hello everyone! (That means Audrey, Kai, Sarah Beth, my Polyvore BFFs, and possibly my mother) *waves excitedly*
It's been a while!
A long while!
A very long while.
I hope you didn't forget about me.
Well, here it is-- the first part of Episode Two. I haven't finished this episode yet, and I might go back and edit a little more (so don't freak out if it looks like I posted the same thing again.), but yeah. Here it is! Tell me what you think....

The Doctor pulled a lever, turned a knob, hit a button with the hammer, and flung his foot onto the console. The TARDIS hummed and shuddered, the glowing green tower in the center jumping to life, and I nearly lost my balance.

When the noise ceased, I regained my composer and looked at the Doctor. “So… Where are we?”

“Twenty-fourth century Earth,” he declared, grabbing his jacket as he ran over to the door. “London.”

“Seriously?” I asked. “What year exactly?”

“Twenty-three seventy-one.”

I walked over to the door of the TARDIS, grinning with anticipation. "Twenty-three seventy-one...?" I placed my hand on the door and the Doctor came up beside me, pulling one long arm through his jacket coat. "What are we here for? Saving the world again?"

"Ah," he said, "not this time." He opened the door and poked his head out. "It's a major scientific breakthrough, apparently."

"Oh, so you're not always saving the world." I stepped out of the TARDIS, and bumped into the Doctor. It took me a moment to realize that he was holding his arms up, and looking from side to side. "What are you doing?"

"Sorry, just so used the being cornered by the authorities as soon as I step out."

I laughed and looked around. We were standing in the middle of a long white hallway, the sound of voices filtering down from an airshaft nearby. It was a bit cold, like a museum or restaurant, and something smelled nice.

The Doctor started off running down the hall, his jacket billowing out behind him. I caught up to him, and he was standing at the door to an elevator, jabbing the coded lock with his sonic screwdriver.

"So the screwdriver doesn't get through every door?" I asked.

He sighed, suppressing a grin. "No, but that's when I bring out this!" He whipped out a small black wallet and threw it to me.

"What's this?" I opened it up and looked at a business card that read 'Dr. John Smith - Scientist'. I raised my eyebrows. "You use this in place of a sonic screwdriver?"

He grabbed it back from me, closed it, and handed it to me again. "Look again."

I did so curiously, and my mouth dropped open. The white card now read 'It's psychic paper. It says what I want it to say.' "Think of the parties I could get into with this..." I said, handing the wallet back to him.

He pressed it up against the lock's scanner and the elevator door opened with a beep. The inside was silvery and very high-tech looking, but not that different from the normal elevators I'd used back home.

Home.

Home was a few centuries away. Mum was making me a Christmas breakfast and Nikki was probably watching the telly with a bag of chips. They had no idea. And oh my God, I was traveling through time. Lisa Anderson, time traveler. Time traveler... I repeated the words over and over in my head.

The doors opened, and the Doctor and I found ourselves looking out into a large, high-walled room filled with people wearing gala dresses and posh black suits. They were holding thin champagne glasses and chatting while a screen on the back wall flashed pictures of a middle-aged man with grayish hair. It looked like he was talking, but the buzz of the party drowned out what he was saying.

“Well, I feel a bit underdressed…” I said as a large woman in a green silk gown hobbled by.

“Oh, you get used to this kind of stuff,” said the Doctor as he slipped passed a group of yammering people. “Can’t really keep up with the fads of the different centuries while you’re traveling through time.”

I grinned and opened my mouth to speak, but was cut off by a loud screeching noise from just under the slideshow screen. A young woman with red hair twisted into a bun was tapping on a thin microphone, looking a little nervous.

“Hello, everyone,” she said.

A few people greeted her back, and the Doctor and I made our way closer to the small stage.

“My name is Andrea Watkins, first assistant to Dr. Joseph A. Lugnar.”

The crowd clapped, and so did I, just to follow along. The Doctor wasn’t fully paying attention. He was looking off at the doors leading out of the large complex. They were each guarded by a man in a shiny black suit. That seemed a bit odd, but I turned my gaze back to Andrea Watkins.

“… Scientific breakthrough,” she was saying. “And here to tell you about it is the man himself- Dr. Lugnar!”

The same man from the screen stepped up to the podium, a strained smile pasted on his face. “Hello, then,” he said.

An awkward silence hung in the room.

“So…” Dr. Lugnar shuffled his speech cards and began his lecture. “Over the years, many people have wondered: How on this tiny, insignificant planet we call ‘Earth’ will we protect ourselves against the rest of the universe? In the past few centuries, we have had more than a few alien encounters, and not all of them friendly…”

The Doctor’s face grew grim as Lugnar’s speech wore on.

He talked about a new weapon, one that could be used to help defend our galaxy against extra-terrestrial forces. He talked and talked and talked about it so much, but he never really said anything about it. Just ways that we could use it. It seemed as though Dr. Lugnar was hiding something. Something that people didn’t really want to know, so they didn’t ask.

He finished his speech and everyone clapped. Dr. Lugnar stepped down from the pedestal and proceeded to the back of the room.

“Come on…” the Doctor said, making his way through the crowd.

“Where are we going?” I asked. Following him, I could smell the rich cologne and perfume of the many people at the party. “Doctor?”

He took my hand and let me across to the very back. Andrea Watkins and Dr. Lugnar were talking hurriedly to one of the guards, and before I could say anything, he strode up to them.

“Hello, then,” he said, grinning.

Andrea’s eyes narrowed as she took in our appearance. The Doctor’s old suit and red converse, and my blue Beatles t-shirt and jeans definitely would have been a bit off, now that I thought about it.

“Great speech,” he continued. “Really great. Intriguing actually. Just wondering, though,” He placed a hand on the wall and leaned against it. “What is this weapon?”

Dr. Lugnar sighed exasperatedly. “I’m sorry, sir, but we haven’t got the time. And who are you?”

“Dr. John Smith,” the Doctor promptly answered and threw his arm on my shoulder. “And this is my associate Dr. Anderson.”

Even the guard’s impassive expression looked unconvinced.

“Couldn’t you just, you know,” I whispered to him, “flash that psychic paper to prove it to them? I don’t think they believe us.”

“No, no, that was a test.”

“A test of what?”

“A test to see how trusting they are…”

“I’m sorry to interrupt your chitchat,” interjected Andrea. “But we really must be going.”

“Brilliant! Then let’s get going.” said the Doctor, standing up straight and putting his hands in his pockets. “Allons-y.”

Seeing that they couldn’t get rid of us, Dr. Lugnar and Miss Watkins sighed and nodded to the guard who opened the door. We all stepped inside, and found ourselves in a magnificently large elevator, which buzzed quietly. The guard punched in the numbers, shielding the view of me and the Doctor.

“So…” the Doctor said, turning to Dr. Lugnar. “What is this weapon? How long have you been working on it?”

“We’ve been developing it for just over eight years. It’s a weapon to be used for—did you pay any attention to the lecture?”

“Oh yes. Enough to gather that you are trying to protect you galaxy’s borders and that it’s costing England a lot of money.” He raised an eyebrow. “It’s a weapon. But what is the weapon?”

“You shall see for yourself,” replied Lugnar shortly, “Dr. Smith.”



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