Teach me Galifrayan, Doctor
It was a quiet Saturday evening. I saw the Doctor an hour ago in the control room – he was murmuring something about changes in the quantum physics in the parallel universe, which he had to check, so I, realising that he is going to ignore me for at least few hours, wandered off to the library. It is one of my favourite places in the TARDIS – of course she is so big, infinite in fact, so I have just seen only a small part of her but library has an special air of something magical - all this old brown books with leather covers from the past, and shiny new ones with interactive systems from the future, and then literature not only from Earth, but from practically all over the Universe, from each and every culture, that developed a language and ability to write. Thanks to the gift of the TARDIS, everything can be translated into my own language. Well, not everything. And it was that the day in which I realised this.
Sometimes I ask the Doctor to turn off the translation. Other languages fascinates me – they give an insight into the minds of people from the past and future, creatures from different planets. When I can see how they construct they sentences, I can see how they think. Their vocabulary shows me how advanced technologically they are, what values are important for them. After all I am studying literature on Earth, like Clara did. (One of the many similarities between us – we are a very good friends. In fact she is like an older cousin or sometimes even like a sister to me.) I love discovering, I am an explorer. That's probably one of the reasons why I love travelling with the Doctor so much. But this digression is getting to long, let's come back to the point.
On that quiet and calm evening, I was walking through the aisles, thinking what next I should read. I had too many options. It's always like that with me and the books. After a while I decided to look at something from the extraterrestrial part of the collection. Maybe a novel from this amazing planet covered with the evergreen gardens which we visited a week ago? They developed an extraordinary style of narrative in their prose. TARDIS's library is a marvellous place to be for a book worm. (The Doctor once said that Sarah Jane would agree with me on that matter. I really want to meet her. The Doctor promised me to introduce us one day.) I turned to the right, and headed into direction of a tall bookshelf in the one of the corners of the room. I was just reaching for the beautiful azure volume, when something fell on the floor. I must knocked it off by accident. I looked down, and saw a petit, leather-covered book with circular marks. I picked it up and opened. The TARDIS translation was turned on, so I should have been able to understand the content. But I wasn't. Then it hit me – it was Galifrayan. The language of the Time Lords, the only language, which is not translated by TARDIS. I was looking for the linguistic curiosities all over the time and space, while I didn't knew the language of one of my closest friends. I practically stormed out of the library, and rushed into the control room. The Doctor was still in there, leaning on the one of the panels, thinking.
'Teach me Galifrayan, Doctor' I said without a breath.
He looked at me like I was insane. I didn't like that look.
'You want me to do what?' he asked with a grimace on his face, so characteristic for his current 'version'.
'Are you out of your mind, Maggie?' he added.
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