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There had been a revolution - the AI computer in the school had attained awareness and had taken control.
A rebel alliance was trying to overthrow the revolution - to turn off the computer leader. There were several teams of two or three. One of them contained R2D2 and C3P0 ... one of the freedom fighters, a young tech-savvy woman, kept calling them something like "education providing modules".
The Doctor was sealed in his TARDIS. All of his incarnations present at the same time, arguing with one another and trying to break free. They needed someone on the outside, but they couldn't get through.
We teleported into the school, each team to a separate location. I was with my husband, who had been in charge of the computer before it went rogue.
The halls were in ruins, the walls tumbling down. Some sentries approached, we hid. To our great surprise, the mobile unit of the Master Computer was with the sentries. He *knew* my husband was coming, wanted to capture him personally. He looked right at him in our hiding place and didn't see either of us.
We managed to get to the gathering spot, only to discover that all of our teams had been captured and were wearing the slave collars that controlled their thoughts. The tech-savvy female injected both droids with strings of random numbers to disrupt their ability to reason. The Master Computer was sitting down on his throne ... assuming his more powerful sessile construction - it looked like a transformer with several faces indicating the many functions it was controlling. The last face on the row, the smallest one, was that of my husband.
The one gleam of hope was the Doctor, and he was managing to contact a young girl thinking that it was me but she had no idea what was going on. The Master Computer had blocked all memory of the Doctor on those wearing the slave collars, so there was no one to tell the children who he was.
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I suspect that the dream was triggered by the recent infestation of AI art into one of the facebook groups I subscribe to combined with some thoughts I've been having about the meaning of an old Gaelic story about a woman who calls on her Good Neighbours for help and ends up being overwhelmed by them.
A rebel alliance was trying to overthrow the revolution - to turn off the computer leader. There were several teams of two or three. One of them contained R2D2 and C3P0 ... one of the freedom fighters, a young tech-savvy woman, kept calling them something like "education providing modules".
The Doctor was sealed in his TARDIS. All of his incarnations present at the same time, arguing with one another and trying to break free. They needed someone on the outside, but they couldn't get through.
We teleported into the school, each team to a separate location. I was with my husband, who had been in charge of the computer before it went rogue.
The halls were in ruins, the walls tumbling down. Some sentries approached, we hid. To our great surprise, the mobile unit of the Master Computer was with the sentries. He *knew* my husband was coming, wanted to capture him personally. He looked right at him in our hiding place and didn't see either of us.
We managed to get to the gathering spot, only to discover that all of our teams had been captured and were wearing the slave collars that controlled their thoughts. The tech-savvy female injected both droids with strings of random numbers to disrupt their ability to reason. The Master Computer was sitting down on his throne ... assuming his more powerful sessile construction - it looked like a transformer with several faces indicating the many functions it was controlling. The last face on the row, the smallest one, was that of my husband.
The one gleam of hope was the Doctor, and he was managing to contact a young girl thinking that it was me but she had no idea what was going on. The Master Computer had blocked all memory of the Doctor on those wearing the slave collars, so there was no one to tell the children who he was.
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I suspect that the dream was triggered by the recent infestation of AI art into one of the facebook groups I subscribe to combined with some thoughts I've been having about the meaning of an old Gaelic story about a woman who calls on her Good Neighbours for help and ends up being overwhelmed by them.
