TDP 933: The Chaotic Element - A #DoctorWho Short Trip By Michael M Gilroy-Sinclair

THE CHAOTIC ELEMENT   BY MICHAEL M GILROY-SINCLAIR   It should have been a dark and stormy night. But it wasn't. LV5 knew for a fact that it should have been a dark and stormy night because it had visited the weather control office, filled in the correct forms and left them with the correct buro-bot-official. This had been after a painfully long wait in a painfully long queue. Standing in the doorway of its home, LV5 looked up and saw that the sky was currently a deep shade of crimson. It was a median of the 220 20 60 range of colours, a median that LV5 found strangely soothing. The stars were beginning their evening jaunt across the sky while Local Star Prime had almost vanished behind the Starboard Mountains; and the ever changing glow of Proximal Orbiting Rock illuminated the perfectly clear night with its reflected visual energy.   LV5 checked its memory again. The correct request forms had been correctly completed and then they had been correctly handed over to be correctly processed and yet there was still no sign of an electrical storm brewing in the sky nor a single cloud above it to spoil the perfect sunset. Idly LV5 rotated one of its vision sensors towards the wall calendar and checked the date for the thirty-seventh time that hour in order to make sure that this was the night when all the plans were due to culminate. The empirical information of its ocular sensors was very much at odds with the experienced information it had at hand. And LV5 did not like that at all. The conflicting data set its diodes on edge and caused all sorts of logic issues to bubble and boil deep inside its processors. The squat robot had great plans; plans which centred on there being lightning in the sky; lightning ready to provide a jolt of badly needed energy. Without the required weather it was going to be just another dull night; a dull night when the plans would... LV5 paused and juddered for a moment. What exactly had its plans been? There was a hole in its memory where its plans should have been. Links and subroutines