Alan Turing for Companion 2012
Jan. 25th, 2012 02:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aunt_zeldaOk, hear me out now ...
Alan Turing as a Companion. Am I crazy ... or brilliant?
Like, maybe the Doctor finds him before the chemical castration started and whisks him away in the TARDIS, and Turing is totally fascinated and into everything about that and the future and can talk Science with the Doctor and the Doctor thinks he's awesome, or maybe the Doctor helps him fake his death and then they go on adventures in the TARDIS and I just want him having adventures with the Doctor in the LGBTQA-friendly future in SPAAAAACE, ok? He was an awesome guy and the end of his life was so horrible, I want the Doctor to save him, and I'm not confident enough to write the epic fanfic this would require. So let's make Moffat write it instead and make it canon, ok? 2012 is apparently Alan Turing Year!
I mean, look at the man's epitaph:
Hyperboloids of wondrous Light
Rolling for aye through Space and Time
Harbour those Waves which somehow Might
Play out God's holy pantomime
Am I crazy or brilliant?The answer is "both."
Alan Turing as a Companion. Am I crazy ... or brilliant?
Like, maybe the Doctor finds him before the chemical castration started and whisks him away in the TARDIS, and Turing is totally fascinated and into everything about that and the future and can talk Science with the Doctor and the Doctor thinks he's awesome, or maybe the Doctor helps him fake his death and then they go on adventures in the TARDIS and I just want him having adventures with the Doctor in the LGBTQA-friendly future in SPAAAAACE, ok? He was an awesome guy and the end of his life was so horrible, I want the Doctor to save him, and I'm not confident enough to write the epic fanfic this would require. So let's make Moffat write it instead and make it canon, ok? 2012 is apparently Alan Turing Year!
I mean, look at the man's epitaph:
Hyperboloids of wondrous Light
Rolling for aye through Space and Time
Harbour those Waves which somehow Might
Play out God's holy pantomime
Am I crazy or brilliant?
