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Technology is Fun - 001 [Audio]

Good day, my name is Jeeves. I am given to understand this device has some extraordinary broadcasting ability akin to a radio or television, but with multi-way communicative properties. I have been here only a short time and require some assistance, for which I will gladly work in trade.

I have created one of the creatures known as a spirit. I have been led to believe that the animal serves some useful function as protection in this realm against nightmares of a similar build, but alternate coloration. The Komory Bat now in my possession defies all training and disciplinary methods with which I am familiar for service animals. I would deeply appreciate some instruction on their care and control. It has taken to fluttering around me in a highly distracting way. Thank you.

I have also been informed this device has some archival function. If it may be accessed readily, I should like to know how.

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[The Doctor? Jeeves' brow rises by a hair.]

I see, Doctor. You are one of the woman's two companions, then? It is most pleasing to make your acquaintance, though I wish it could be under more favorable circumstances.

I hope you will not think me rude, but might I inquire as to the nature of your degree? Are you a doctor of medicine or the sciences? [By the look of him - manic and lacking a tie - Jeeves supposes he's more likely some form of eccentric professor than a general practitioner, but it never hurts to ask.]

There could always be worse circumstances though, so this isn't too bad.

[His face falls almost instantly, and now he really wishes he hadn't used the visual option for this conversation. He remembers how the last conversation like this went, and suddenly feels exceedingly uncomfortable.

It takes him a few moments to collect himself, and even when he does, his answer is more halfhearted and evasive than anything.]

It's more of a title than anything. No degrees, officially.

[That comment gets another small smirk out of Jeeves. He might like to debate the relative pleasantness of brightly colored monsters randomly attacking you. The man admitting to it simply being a title gives him pause, though.]

Indeed, sir? A title chosen by yourself, or granted, if it is not too bold to inquire?

[Well isn't that a loaded question... Not that Jeeves has any idea.

He looks thoughtful.]

I suppose you could say I'm borrowing it from the person that did choose it.

[Jeeves raises a brow slightly, but pointedly doesn't ask if the 'borrowing' is the sort that was done without permission.]

It is a fine appellation wherever it might have derived from, sir. [Jeeves has yet to determine if the man is worthy of it, but he'll withhold judgment for the moment.] And I trust you will return it in good stead to the gentleman from whom you've borrowed it when the appropriate moment presents itself. It is unfortunate he did not join you and your other companions here. [Is it? Jeeves keeps his tone and expression mild as he waits for a response to that.]

Yeah.

Real unfortunate.

[He tries real hard to sound sincere, but he's been having a bout of nasty dreams which make him pretty damn happy that the Doctor isn't here.]

[That is certainly a telling tone. Jeeves makes note of it, but does not pursue the topic. There will be time to pry when he has a better measure of the man. To do so now would just be rude.]

You seem to have preserved in his absence, at least, sir. An Englishman could ask no more.

[Time to change topics wholly.] I had inquired after your companion, but I wonder if you might have another answer: Do you recall falling into sleep's embrace prior to arriving in this realm? I was preparing my employer's afternoon tea before arrival. I would not have nodded off at such a crucial hour.

[He appreciates the change of topic. He really, really does.]

Hm... No, I don't. I was on a beach, and not one of those nice summer beaches where you can stretch out to take a nap. [At least he wouldn't want to take a nap there.]

[Such a description makes him think of the Welsh and Scottish shorelines in winter. They were certainly unpleasant climes and localities to find one's respite.]

Others have made mention that it would seem not a moment passes for all the time we might spend in this realm, so I suppose it may only require a momentary lapse of the senses to induce arrival in this place. [Of course, that was an extraordinary leap of logic. Jeeves didn't have a great deal to go on, though, apart from this all being contained within his own mind. He would like to think that he was not so mentally disturbed as to dream up the entirety of this place and the people in it.]

Another pertinent question would seem to be 'why,' of course. [A princess and chieftain certainly seem worthy captives, but Jeeves is a valet. Even if he's being immodest about his talents in that arena, he's still no one of global or even national import.] The people here seem most... diverse.

[He makes a face at that. There's something potentially not quite right with time then, if that's the case. He doesn't like how that sounds.]

Maybe the selection isn't even on purpose. Guy named "North" told me that the worlds that are dreaming have their own heart, so it's completely possible that in trying to get help, the worlds are like children trying to get a hold of any and everything that might have the slightest chance, whether or not the people here really do.

Hearts, sir?

[The Doctor's simile follows well enough, but that does not. And how does a world dream? Surely it's the people in it.]

The worlds in this realm possess some level of anthropomorphism? Or do you speak metaphorically of the core of the planet?

I'm not entirely sure the mechanics of it. I don't think it's meant to be a metaphor, but I'm not sure how much the worlds are actually "alive" beyond that, either. I honestly wouldn't be too surprised though. [He muses.] Why shouldn't worlds have hearts?

[Jeeves' brow creeps up again by degrees, but his tone is one of dry humor.]

If you will permit me to paraphrase Spinoza, sir, presumably because it is an organ specifically conditioned to exist and operate in a particular manner by the Creator within those organisms for whom it is a necessity. [He allows himself to indulge in the hypothetical for a moment, though.] If such a thing were to exist, though, I would think it would be far different in appearance than what we might consider a heart. The ecosystem functions of a planet are much more varied and complex than within a singular organism. We might liken the winds to lungs and ocean currents to a circulatory system.

It is a most fascinating philosophical proposition, if nothing else. A man's relation to the Earth is built upon certain principles governed by his king and his God. Were he to understand the planet as a being in its own right it may paint matters in an altogether different hue.

Well, hearts do come in all shapes and sizes and numbers. [He smiles wryly, like he's commenting on an inside joke.] And then we have to wonder how much of a sleeping world is regulated, if many of its "normal" functions--whatever those may be--are shut down.

[He's silent a bit as he ponders the rest of what Jeeves says, but he just laughs.]

Planet Equality. That would be an interesting turn of events.

Stranger events live within the annals of history, philosophy, and the queerest imaginings of Man, sir. [Jeeves offers the smallest of head tilts along with a quirk of his lips.]

And perhaps its normal processes are guided by the unknown entity Ms. Chell indicated as keeping watch over the communications on this network? But then, the body does continue to function and regulate our anatomy even without consciousness. I would hope whatever sympathetic nervous system might exist would maintain at least vital processes within dreaming worlds. That would be the purview of a world's brain more than its heart, though, unless we might consider them one and the same for the purpose of this thought experiment.

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[He grins. He likes you, Jeeves.]

I wonder how one would even access the heart or mind of a world, not that it should be common knowledge. I'm sure that it could be horribly abused if it was.

[The feeling is surprisingly mutual for a gentleman with such an eccentric appearance. This has been a most enjoyable conversation, though.]

A doorway known to few? One locked by a force only those with knowledge of it might find the keys to? Her Royal Highness said that some form of keyhole allows us to reach new worlds and play most prominently in recurring dreams here. If such gateways of power exist, perhaps there might be others leading to the world's inner-workings rather than just away.

A keyhole leading to other words... [He says this more to himself.] That does reasonably sound like it could then also lead to the inner-workings. [If all their hypothetically speaking hasn't been completely off-base.] I'd like to get a look at something like that, one day. [He looks wistful. He thinks of the heart of the TARDIS and wonders just how similar it could be.]

The others here have unlocked worlds, sir. I'm certain we might impress upon them the need for further discovery within worlds if we are to fully understand what has brought us here. Provided it is within the realm of possibility, of course. A depth of knowledge so oft proves just as important as a breadth when finding a solution to any problem.

It certainly allows for one to improvise more readily should there be a need for it.

[He nods in agreement.] Any knowledge, even the smallest scrap, could help us in this matter... Maybe someone has overlooked something.

To that end, I plan on an extensive review of the communicator archives. I would be happy to share any results with you, Doctor.

[Oh. Is it Christmas? He definitely feels like it's Christmas.] That'd be fantastic. If I find anything of note, I can do the same.

[It's got to be Christmas somewhere for all the worlds and times represented by the dreamers here.

Jeeves tips his hat.] My thanks. [He pointedly leaves off the 'sir.'] I'll look forward to contacting you just as soon as I have more information. Perhaps we might meet in the tea shop sometime to discuss further.

I can't turn down a good cup of tea.

Nor could any Englishman with sense enough in him. Good day for now. [He is feeling almost 'chummy,' as Mr. Wooster would put it, toward the other man as he ends the communication. It's rare for him to find an enjoyable conversation companion straight off, though.]

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