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May 24, 2005 10:52

It's so strange that I have a fandom again.

My favourite childhood show is back. Aliens are roaming the streets of London. Charles Dickens is fighting zombies in 1869. A breath-taking array of lifeforms is gathering to watch the Earth engulfed by fire. Every week a new place, a new time, a new threat.

But it's different, this time. And it leaves me profoundly disturbed.

I remember watching Doctor Who as a child... how it reached me, the things it taught me. Loss. Pain. Sacrifice. But always, that life is an amazing adventure, and to never give up hope. That there's a way out of any situation for an inquiring mind. That we can always resist the darkness in this universe, and we can win.

Well, kiss all that good-bye.

The show still includes a lot of that - the Doctor's exuberance in the face of danger is simply wonderful to see. But it also includes more sinister themes, and asks questions it didn't before. How safe are the people travelling with him? What does it mean to try to live a life like his? Is he always right?

And... there's something else.

The Doctor is an older man now. Changed. He's in a vital young body, useful for all his compulsive interloping, but his eyes... this is a man who has fought a war, and lost. He doesn't want to talk about it, pieces are only slowly coming out, but...

Something unimaginable has happened.
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