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So, watched the next Doctor Who episode on my list.
Wow. Just... wow.

Transcript here.

I'm not sure what to say, really.
It's beautifully constructed, a world in a word... the kind of thing Moffatt is very good at when he's in top form, which he is this time.

And we were right, it is Missy in the vault.
I would puzzle about who had ordered Missy to be executed, except that she's always doing something that deserves death, so, whatever.

Pseudo-random numbers! That's brilliant. Yes, as a computer programmer I could get all pedantic about that and say "but why didn't they use more than one random number generator with more than one seed, considering that they are simulating the entire world" but y'know, I don't care. I think it's a brilliant idea. Very fitting. Like the Movellans couldn't play Rock-Paper-Scissors, only on a grander scale.

Y'know, those aliens are really ugly. Why did they have to be really ugly?

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RAFANDO: There are four hundred and twelve precedents in the Fatality Index. Divine intervention, therefore, is permitted for a maximum of five minutes.
MISSY: Five minutes.
RAFANDO: The executioner may now discuss his immortal soul and any peril thereunto.

FIGURE: Greetings, sinner. Only in darkness are we revealed.
DOCTOR: I never sent for you.
FIGURE: Goodness is not goodness that seeks advantage. Good is good in the final hour, in the deepest pit without hope, without witness, without reward. Virtue is only virtue in extremis. This is what he believes, and this is the reason above all, I love him. My husband. My madman in a box. My Doctor.

NARDOLE: Okay, so you're blind and you don't want your enemies to know. I get it. But why does it have to be a secret from Bill?
DOCTOR: Because I don't like being worried about. Around me, people should be worried about themselves.
NARDOLE: Yeah, shall I tell you the real reason?
DOCTOR: No.
NARDOLE: Because the moment you tell Bill, it becomes real. And then you might actually have to deal with it.
DOCTOR: Good point, well made. Definitely not telling her now.

MISSY: I'll be good, I promise. I'll turn, I'll turn good. Please. Teach me, teach me how to be good.
DOCTOR: Without hope. Without witness. Without reward.

DOCTOR: Truth in the heart of heresy.
ANGELO: And death in the heart of truth.
NARDOLE: You'd be wizard at writing Christmas crackers, you two.

BILL: Hey, there's Wi-Fi down here.
DOCTOR: Of course there's Wi-Fi. It's a library.

BILL: Are you trying to get rid of us?
DOCTOR: Why?
NARDOLE: Because you're sending us into the dark, after a man with a gun.

MISSY: I am your friend.
DOCTOR: Makes no difference.
MISSY: I know it doesn't. I know I'm going to die. I have to say it, the truth. Without hope. Without witness. Without reward. I am your friend.

DOCTOR: Well, consider this a warning on the eve of war. I am the Doctor. I am what stands between you and them.
MONK: You are not the Doctor. You are not real.
DOCTOR: Oh, you don't have to be real to be the Doctor. Long as you never give up. Long as you always trick the bad guys into their own traps. And here's the trap you fell into. Your simulation, it's far too good. Do you see these? They're set to record. I'm blind, you see, so I'm psychically wired into these, so my memory print of the last few hours will still be intact on here. Information about you!
MONK: You are not real. There is nothing you can do.
DOCTOR: There's always one thing you can do from inside a computer. Even if you're a jumped-up little subroutine, you can do it. You can always e-mail!
MONK: What are you doing?
DOCTOR: I'm doing what everybody does when the world is in danger. I'm calling the Doctor. Pressing send.

DOCTOR: Of course she's not dead. She's a friend of mine. I may have fiddled with your wiring a little bit.
RAFANDO: You swore an oath.
DOCTOR: I swore an oath I'd look after her body for a thousand years. Nobody mentioned dead.

RAFANDO: You cannot do this. You will not leave this planet alive.
DOCTOR: Do me a favour. The Fatality Index. Look up The Doctor.
RAFANDO: You have an entry, just like any other sentient being.
DOCTOR: Under Cause Of Death.
(Rafando works his wrist computer. It ticks rapidly as it runs through all matching entries.)
RAFANDO: You do seem to have an impressive record of fatalities credited to you.
(The ticking keeps going, and speeds up.)
RAFANDO: A truly remarkable record.
(The guards retreat.)
RAFANDO: Where are you going? He's unarmed! You are unarmed?
DOCTOR: Always.
(The wrist computer still hasn't stopped scrolling through.)
RAFANDO: You stand alone?
DOCTOR: Often.
RAFANDO: You're the one who should be afraid.
DOCTOR: Never.
RAFANDO: Have a nice day, then.
(Runs away, very fast.)

Date: 2017-06-04 06:57 pm (UTC)
watervole: (Default)
From: [personal profile] watervole
:)

Date: 2017-06-05 10:09 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] vilakins
It kept reminding me of that Monty Python skit with the joke so funny everyone who hears it dies.

Why commit suicide though? Surely it'd give you a chance to experiment, take chances, do weird stuff you wouldn't normally. Unless the sims were programmed to self-destruct if they found out the truth.

Plus the random number thing was very dramatic and effective but didn't make sense. If people were simmed to such complexity, it would be easy enough to generate different sets of pseudo-random numbers for each of them. AIs being humans are infinitely more complex than a random number generator. When sims tested the random number thing, it was always the same sequence - what if they'd already used up some of it somewhere else, like in a game? The CERN scientists would be further along the one sequence too if they'd self-tested.

I thought someone must have hacked the system to insert the Extremis text and only one 'random' sequence to sabotage it, as why otherwise even have the Extremis text?

But I was thinking about it all far too much and it's certainly better not to in DW, esp with this particular arc.

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