Earth Date January 19th, 2009
When the fifth incarnation of Doctor was suffering phase displacement, I volunteered to connect to the TARDIS to supply her basic operating systems with power. This interface gave me unique insight into both her and the Doctor that I lacked previously. He explained before I made the connection that she was unlike any other computer, and more like a person. A 'person' is a difficult term to apply in this instance. She was entirely different from any "person" that I have ever encountered. Though the tenth incarnation was found to be have left the perimeters of Harvatat (he has since reappeared according to the hotel roster), through information found within the TARDIS and the Doctor's knowledge, we were able to formulate a plan to secure the fifth's solidity and temporal registry.
The interface has also had an intriguing effect on my positronic net. The dreaming program that was activated when I was investigating a Gamma Quadrant device with Dr. Julian Bashir has suddenly started registering dreams that I have been able to relate nothing of my own interpersonal experiences or perceptions to. They seem to be the experiences of a ship traveling through space at beyond light speeds. Sometimes I find myself stationary on planets that I have no previous experience with. I can not move. I wish to follow after him, but I can not. I receive signals from the various energy and radiation emitted from celestial bodies that I would not normally have the capacity to sense... and in my deactivated state I interpret it as music.
The most curious part of these dreams is when the Master appears, as he is not the Master that appeared in the memory of the TARDIS. He is actually my brother, Lore, with a beard and elaborate outfit similar to the Master's early incarnations. I am bewildered by this imagery, though it does remind me that some of my own information is being accessed for the production of these dreams.
My father programmed me with many such executable files similar to my dreaming program, set up to be activated at certain stages of my development. Predominately they could only be accessed after the introduction of my emotion chip. After the interface with the TARDIS, some of my sensory responses have received minor adjustments. Depending on the priority that I put on tactile contact, my artificial skin is experiencing no signal degradation and my positronic net is interpreting the information gathered to be very much like human touch. However, this is not a constant effect, and it will fade as quickly as I notice it happening.
I have not had sufficient time to run any major diagnostics concerning the effects of the TARDIS, as I have been assisting with the weather patterns sparked by the juvenile Q that is in the village. From what I have been able to discern, he was affected by his father's loss and therefore created drastically alternating weather patterns in the village for the duration of five days as an attempt to garner the Continuum's attention. He imprisoned the most unfortunate fifth incarnation of the Doctor in a painting when he went to confront him. Fortunately, he allowed me to speak with him and my insight was well received, and the Doctor was released.
I do not know whether I should tell Avon that in the interface the TARDIS became aware of the discussion we had pertaining her unsolicited use. It was a sufficient period of time before the terms between us were altered that the statement should not apply. I told the Doctor that I truly believe that he will not betray me, and I hope that shall suffice to sooth his concern. I would not wish to indirectly cause him to be distrustful of someone that needs a little trust and faith. He is accustomed to people being suspicious and analytical of all of his actions, and continuing to treat him in such a manner will only perpetuate any ill-fated desires he might possess.
The interface has also had an intriguing effect on my positronic net. The dreaming program that was activated when I was investigating a Gamma Quadrant device with Dr. Julian Bashir has suddenly started registering dreams that I have been able to relate nothing of my own interpersonal experiences or perceptions to. They seem to be the experiences of a ship traveling through space at beyond light speeds. Sometimes I find myself stationary on planets that I have no previous experience with. I can not move. I wish to follow after him, but I can not. I receive signals from the various energy and radiation emitted from celestial bodies that I would not normally have the capacity to sense... and in my deactivated state I interpret it as music.
The most curious part of these dreams is when the Master appears, as he is not the Master that appeared in the memory of the TARDIS. He is actually my brother, Lore, with a beard and elaborate outfit similar to the Master's early incarnations. I am bewildered by this imagery, though it does remind me that some of my own information is being accessed for the production of these dreams.
My father programmed me with many such executable files similar to my dreaming program, set up to be activated at certain stages of my development. Predominately they could only be accessed after the introduction of my emotion chip. After the interface with the TARDIS, some of my sensory responses have received minor adjustments. Depending on the priority that I put on tactile contact, my artificial skin is experiencing no signal degradation and my positronic net is interpreting the information gathered to be very much like human touch. However, this is not a constant effect, and it will fade as quickly as I notice it happening.
I have not had sufficient time to run any major diagnostics concerning the effects of the TARDIS, as I have been assisting with the weather patterns sparked by the juvenile Q that is in the village. From what I have been able to discern, he was affected by his father's loss and therefore created drastically alternating weather patterns in the village for the duration of five days as an attempt to garner the Continuum's attention. He imprisoned the most unfortunate fifth incarnation of the Doctor in a painting when he went to confront him. Fortunately, he allowed me to speak with him and my insight was well received, and the Doctor was released.
I do not know whether I should tell Avon that in the interface the TARDIS became aware of the discussion we had pertaining her unsolicited use. It was a sufficient period of time before the terms between us were altered that the statement should not apply. I told the Doctor that I truly believe that he will not betray me, and I hope that shall suffice to sooth his concern. I would not wish to indirectly cause him to be distrustful of someone that needs a little trust and faith. He is accustomed to people being suspicious and analytical of all of his actions, and continuing to treat him in such a manner will only perpetuate any ill-fated desires he might possess.