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005 ⌥ TEXT; ANONYMOUS [god, i feel like i'm spamming]

If anyone's got a minute to spare, I was wondering if you'd tell me about wherever it is you come from.

The world or worlds, the level of technology, the political hierarchy, your culture and society and how it functions, etc.

[But a few minutes later, a second part is tacked on.]

Forget it. Forget all of that. Don't worry about getting technical.

Just tell me what it was like for you. Your ship or city. Your job. Your friends or family.

If it's not a problem.

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[Narvin thinks about how to answer this. He knows all about Earth politics from his era, but he doesn't know much about the *experience* of Earth. On the other hand, other than the Doctor, there's no one here who knows about his time and his universe who could call him out on any mistakes he might make. But he'd like to remain at least moderately accurate, just in case a human from his time and universe does show up. And simultaneously keep it close enough to things from his own life to make the lies easier to maintain.]

I'm a technician, first class. My specialties are temporal mechanics and computer engineering. My job required me to travel quite a lot so I wasn't on Earth much.

[Narvin. She may have her suspicions about him, but this is one of the few things she does that legitimately isn't a strategy move.

So believe it or not, her questions are pure curiosity.]

Travel where?

All over. Colonies, alien planets, space stations. My job could take me anywhere there was advanced technology.

Did you have any preferences?

There was one place, with red grass and an orange sky. It felt like home.

[Because it was home. Gallifrey.]

How about most unique?

'Unique' could mean a lot of things. Good. Bad.

On the planet Sequiz the dust, when exposed to too much ultraviolet light, becomes sentient, sings, and attacks people.

'Unique' meant 'in your opinion'.

Any chance you could tell me how that works?

[The 'suddenly sentient, singing, and violent' part.]

I'm not a xenobiologist. At a guess I'd hypothesize that the radiation triggers synaptic communication between the dust particles, giving them sentience. But it's not something I've looked at closely. I've no interest in putting my life on the line just to study some dirt.

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