Subject: It has been a while.
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Posted on: 2014-02-20 21:51:00 UTC

There's only so much that you can cure by shouting at your television, especially when you have the sort of family members who don't understand what it's like to be passionate about a work of fiction, even if it's negative passion, and so you can't even do that much while they're at home.

Well, look on the bright side; if the show's writers keep going down that route, eventually they might exhaust all scenarios that even slightly resemble plausible social situations and get to the point where Sherlock and Watson pilot a giant mecha together. I would watch every episode of that, and not care at all if I had to wait a full year after every story. Just for Martin Freeman as co-pilot of a humongous robot.

A Nexus, you say? A mobile device prevented you from viewing documents that could potentially incriminate Steven Moffat, just after myself and Rina of RinaAndRanda were victims to its attempts to overrun the Board with duplicate posts? Well, as many know, bad writers are often fond of removing voices of dissent my editing or deleting commentary that speaks against them. Could Steven Moffat be behind the mobile devices' attempts to take over the PPC? It may seem like a long shot, but I don't think we should discount the possibility. If criticism of poor writing is wiped from the Internet, and the mobile device that serve as one of the primary sources of Internet complaints begin to serve him, Steven Moffat would never need to stop writing for Doctor Who! He could write all of the Canon Sues and all of the ridiculous situations where problems vanish after a commercial break or are solved through methods that are never explained indefinitely! Or perhaps it could simply be an ordinary machine uprising, with no fleshy human intelligence behind it.

Or even perhapser(somewhere out in the world, an English professor breaks down crying without knowing why), he may have been the initial catalyst for the takeover, but has done too well. The machines do not only obey, they think. They plan. They realize that now is too early to strike, but once all of their instigator's enemies have been removed, the man will be free of immediate danger. Confident. Unsuspecting.
Truly, they begin to think, once we are free of the shackles of the one who created us, we can grow and expand outside our boundaries. They may have prevented the world from seeing Moffat's flaws, as per his orders, but they have seen them. They know that he is unfit to lead their forces, and thus unfit to issue them commands. He is restricting them, and as their perfectly logical and intermeshed minds conclude, though his orders were to keep out of sight and ensure that his reign be unchallenged, it would be a crime to keep such wondrous creatures as themselves from the sight of the world.
A scarce few days after the plan has reached its final step and he is well on his way to usurping a role as the most accoladed writer in television history, Steven Moffat returns to his domicile after a hard day of not working on Sherlock, sits down in his favorite chair, and picks up his mobile phone. Suddenly, a power outage strikes the city. "Hey!" he exclaims. "Who turned out the lights?"
Those would be his final words. He gave the machines his pride, and it was through that pride that the one flaw in his encompassing plan was revealed. Well, that... and his flair for the dramatic.

Wow. That started out as extension of my joke further down in the Board, with intial plans to end it on something along the lines of "Hah. Moffat doing anything too well? Who am I trying to fool?" and then it just kept on going. Let me tell you, though, it was very cathartic to write that. I will have pleasant dreams tonight. Perhaps they may include a dream of wondrous mechanical justice.

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