In the wake of the journey's end...
Jul. 6th, 2008 02:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bktheirregularWell, at least I know which of the myriad starting points to begin writing from.
Still processing it all, but even though the ending was a little painful, I suppose I could understand it. A little.
I've always thought of the human brain in terms of having a limited number of circuits. Cramming in a Time Lord's intellect would be like ... trying to run Halo on an old Atari console, or running, say, Neverwinter Nights or even the latest version of Microsoft Office on a Commodore 64. Not enough circuitry.
So given the choice between watching Donna disintegrate mentally, and giving her back the life she had before he entered it, I suppose I can understand his choice. Painful, yes. Fair? Not hardly. But then, who said life was supposed to be fair?
It's silly of me, but I'm mourning one joke that I'd been looking forward to writing in this fic that I've been trying to start for half a year:
Old Friend of the Doctor: And this must be your-
Donna: Oi! Why does absolutely everyone assume I'm your-
Old Friend: -grand-daughter.
Donna: Is he serious?
I'm leaving the "old friend" unidentified for the moment.
Still processing it all, but even though the ending was a little painful, I suppose I could understand it. A little.
I've always thought of the human brain in terms of having a limited number of circuits. Cramming in a Time Lord's intellect would be like ... trying to run Halo on an old Atari console, or running, say, Neverwinter Nights or even the latest version of Microsoft Office on a Commodore 64. Not enough circuitry.
So given the choice between watching Donna disintegrate mentally, and giving her back the life she had before he entered it, I suppose I can understand his choice. Painful, yes. Fair? Not hardly. But then, who said life was supposed to be fair?
It's silly of me, but I'm mourning one joke that I'd been looking forward to writing in this fic that I've been trying to start for half a year:
Old Friend of the Doctor: And this must be your-
Donna: Oi! Why does absolutely everyone assume I'm your-
Old Friend: -grand-daughter.
Donna: Is he serious?
I'm leaving the "old friend" unidentified for the moment.
