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Another dream....

Light coruscated, flickering, flashing and spitting, only barely contained by an energy matrix. The raw stuff of life, harnessed and resentful. It threw highlights across the features of a small man who watched it on a monitor in a dark, dim room. Shadows flickered and danced behind him and the light threw highlights of ever-changing colour across his drawn features.

He seemed to blend into the dark of this room, clad in sombre colours that seemed terribly unlike him, still and silent, watching the screen.

"Our last ... only chance," he whispered, one hand coming up to trace a trail of light that added to the web of afterimages that glowed on his retinas.

Date: 2006-07-01 06:14 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Clair lurked in the shadows of the dream. This was dangerous, now that he knew of her dealings with the Doctors, but she couldn't resist. There was so much here she could learn.

Date: 2006-07-01 06:39 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
The room was eerily quiet, the monitor silently flashing and flickering. It was almost impossible to tell what colour the walls and the monitors and terminals would ordinarily be, and the light flashed a myriad of hues into Rassilon's red hair.

He stood there for several more beats before he turned and walked to a door, opening it onto a more brightly-lit corridor beyond. This corridor, lit by a track of lights on the ceiling, its walls reflective and its floor smooth and featureless, led for what seemed like ages, and Rassilon walked along it silently. Reflected in the mirrored walls, he somehow looked older than when she'd seen him in person. Tireder. Paler.

Date: 2006-07-01 07:02 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Clair took a last long look at the machinery, but it was already fading back into the undifferentiated dreamstuff from which it came. So she followed him, her reflection trailing mistily behind his in the corridor.

Date: 2006-07-01 07:26 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Eventually he stopped at a door which opened into a laboratory-like room dominated by a horizontal cylindrical device. It was filled with a vaguely bubbling fluid and clusters of odd wires. As he approached it, the same kind of lights he saw on the monitor flashed like lightning in clouds inside the fluid.

Date: 2006-07-01 07:30 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
She drifted closer, looking at the underpinnings of the dream, his understand of What This Is.

Date: 2006-07-01 07:50 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
It's the first completed genetic Loom. The last hope of a sterile, dying race. The thing that drove its creator past the brink of mere exhaustion into something else, that odd, fey state from which stem either true epiphanies or fevered ravings.

The fluid seemed to thicken, and rings along the outside of the cylinder rotated their way slowly back and forth along its length.

Date: 2006-07-01 07:53 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
"Cloning, from a genetic pool...." Clair is very impressed. Impressed enough to stand next to Rassilon in a form he can actually notice.

Date: 2006-07-01 08:11 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
"The only recourse left to us," he answered softly. Her presence didn't seem to faze him a bit, and he remained still, watching the machine.

A skeleton could be seen forming in the fluid as the rings made their way back and forth. The skull formed around complex clumps of tissue and the wires snaked over it, becoming nerves, connective tissue forming in the joints. Sinew added itself, string by miniscule string.

Date: 2006-07-01 08:14 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
She touched the glass of the tube, awed. "Why didn't you use this to repair the species?"

Date: 2006-07-01 08:33 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
"That was attempted. And failed. Numerous times," he murmured wearily. "This is the last chance we have."

The machine continued to quietly create a being, a fully-grown man, by the look of it. Muscle layered itself onto bone and covered over glistening organs.

Date: 2006-07-01 08:36 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
She touched the dreamstuff of it, and the figure forming within slowed, let her see each element as it formed, let her touch it.

"Still incredible."

Date: 2006-07-01 08:50 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
He leaned against the machine's massive support frame. "Years of work ..." He looked down at the skin forming, at the light that swept over the body's entirety, causing him to squint for a moment. "It will prove successful with this one. The Looms will continue to repopulate Gallifrey while we cannot."

Date: 2006-07-01 08:51 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
"It's what matters, isn't it? That you don't die."

Date: 2006-07-01 09:08 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
"That we don't die." He leaned wearily against the machine ans watched it finish its work, a finished being floating in a clear suspension fluid.

Date: 2006-07-01 09:16 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
"What does he wake up with?"

Date: 2006-07-01 09:24 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
"Very little other than a capacity to learn," he murmured. "Those born of the Loom will emerge with the minds of children and will be taught as such."

He closed his eyes, one hand tracing along the heavy glass of the tank.

Date: 2006-07-01 09:29 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
She leaned into the glass, touching the forehead of the new being, looking for a dream of a dream.

Date: 2006-07-01 09:38 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Since he knew there were half-formed, embryonic dreams in there, that was what she saw.

His eyes still closed, Rassilon slid slowly to the floor, as he'd done that night when the first new Gallifreyan was successfully Loomed. Then, he'd been instantly surrounded by medical personnel, who'd whisked him away to an isolated room where he'd spent the next few days semiconscious.

But right now there was no-one there but Clair and himself.

Date: 2006-07-01 09:40 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
She turned, looking down at him.

"You know none of this is real, Rassilon."

Date: 2006-07-01 09:49 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
After a few beats, his eyes flickered open. "The memory is strong. Very strong."

Date: 2006-07-01 09:51 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
"It is. Very detailed." She turned back to the tube, absorbing every detail she could. "Thank you."

Date: 2006-07-01 09:54 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
"Mmmm. In light of ... recent events, I should ... be worried .... But I'm not...."

The laboratory and the Loom were starting to fade.

Date: 2006-07-01 09:55 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
She blinked, and then reached down and tugged him back to his feet, firming the dream again. "I'm not done, just a little longer, please?"

Date: 2006-07-01 10:05 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
He blinked at her. "You've changed," he observed. "Or perhaps you've simply removed a mask."

He found something to sit on. "Very well."

Date: 2006-07-01 10:11 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
She smiled. "No, this just isn't so dire a dream, I think. It's... absolutely...." And she's lost in the science again.

Date: 2006-07-01 10:41 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
He didn't say anything else, though he obligingly recalled every detail he could dredge up about the newly Loomed individual, down to his lack of navel.

Date: 2006-07-02 03:03 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
She got smily and ecstatic, eagerly noting every detail, vibrant in the exagerrated way common to dreams. Once again, she was dressed in the Gallifreyan style she had worn in his dream of the city, her hair up and curled. "This is... Oh, I know I can't duplicate it, but thank you for letting me see it."

Date: 2006-07-02 03:55 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
He nodded, his gaze lingering on her, though it was somehow understood she had nothing to fear. If anything, it was the wistful gaze of someone looking at pictures of a long-lost home.

Date: 2006-07-02 04:02 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Finally satisfied, she smiled at him again. "Would you like to wake now? Or find some brighter dream?"


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