You know, sitting on the floor of the TARDIS trying not to cry is something that fine people do. Or fine not-people.
(Somewhere, deep, deep in the core of its being, the thought is this: if it was a person, if all the cyborg constructs were people, then they were being abused. If they were tools, they were just being used.)
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You know, sitting on the floor of the TARDIS trying not to cry is something that fine people do. Or fine not-people.
(Somewhere, deep, deep in the core of its being, the thought is this: if it was a person, if all the cyborg constructs were people, then they were being abused. If they were tools, they were just being used.)