The Fourth Match

[realitymods]

Characters: The TARDIS, Sorin, Spectators
Location: The Coliseum.
Time: Two days after the last fights.
Summary: The fourth of the death matches.
Warnings: Character death warning.

Apparently having brightened up, the man had tipped his hat up so that his face was no longer in shadow, so that his smile was open and clear. The hourglass awaited his command, and he drummed his fingertips on the side of it. “In contrast to the prior pair, these two are natural enemies. They might not yet know it, but what is, is. Please welcome Sorin and the TARDIS to the arena.”

The man patted the hourglass with a hand, like patting a dog on the head, and the sand fell, counting the seconds off. The killing could start again now.

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[realitymods]

"Now, Damon. I know enough of Gallifrey to know you'll know that higher ups don't want anything known about them." Weber paused, considering his last sentence with a half-grimace. "That word is becoming meaningless. Not one of my best."

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

"Which word?" Damon asked, blinking. "What do you mean?"

[realitymods]

"'Know.' But I can't say what I mean, though I try to mean what I say." He let out a theatrical sigh. "Oh the tangled webs we weave."

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

"I have noticed that, yes." In a way, it was one of the things he liked about Weber. "And speaking of things...earlier, you mentioned that if I don't like how something is run, I ought to change the programming -- and that you were better with machines than the people behind this event."

He paused, considering his next question carefully. "Does the Machine as a whole have a technician, of sorts? Someone who knows how things work?"

[realitymods]

"That's an interesting question. What do you do if you find advanced alien technology and no one left you the manual?" Weber stretched out his arms and leaned back in his seat. "Do you think something this powerful could be ruled by even one with a mind like your people's? If the Machine has a technician, its technician owns no Machine."

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

"Is the Machine itself sentient, to some degree?" Damon wondered, wishing he could see for himself how it worked. "Or operating on some sort of automatic program?"

[realitymods]

"I've tried very hard not to get far enough into it to know," said Weber. And though Damon could not see it, Weber's silver blood was proof enough of that.

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

"Is there anyone who has? There was a man who explained the black hole to me, but I never got his name. He said it was an energy gauge, and the Machine pulls energy from us, particularly when we have black blood." He glanced down at the match again. "That's why people are being forced to die, isn't it?"

[realitymods]

"Oh, you met Shay." The short, sharp laugh was enough to make it clear that there was no love between them. "Do be careful around him. He likes nice boys and creative violence."

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

Damon politely refrained from pointing out any similarities there. "Is he wrong, though?"

[realitymods]

"As a rule."

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

"According to the man who never says what he means."

[realitymods]

"Everything I say is a lie," offered Weber, "but a liar has to know the truth or else he can't be lying. I need to be right."