All in the Mind
The Doctor tried to show me what mental contact could be like- what it could do. His hand cradled the side of my head, for a moment I was aware of of his strange two part breathing from where I lay against him, then my world filled with a blue presence like I was dropped into deep water, the room was gone, my body was gone, my name was gone, I reeled, helpless, in this new universe as it rushed past me and through me, a roaring filled my ears and I tasted metal,
"Easy, easy, Kate." Said the Doctor's voice in my ear, and I could think again, "Here, try it like this."
And I saw the passing lights as streams of ideas, {mammal physiology} passed me by, then the {dynamics of a dimensional bridge}, {human psychology}, {Timelord DNA} wait, what? I seized the notion of Timelord DNA, pulled it apart to look at it, {triple helix, 25 base triplets, 102 chromosomes, the weirdest recombination sequence, and ...time sensitivity?}, it's in the DNA? Then {the concept of time} went by, I grabbed it, but was instantly at sea with what I found, there appeared to be different types, and sub-types, and they could transform, and did weird things in conjunction with each other, and then there was the concept of the void? in which they took place...something tugged at my attention, "Here, look at this," and the cascade of particle synthesis in stars rolled by, seen it, I reached for physics of black holes, and the behaviour of time around them, and was astonished, to a Timelords' eyes they glowed, the slow slide of time around them as matter slid out of the universe made a noise like...a bow drawing an infinitely long note from a double-bass, did other things in the universe makes sounds like music? And the Doctor's viewpoint spun me around gas giant planets crackling with lightning as moonlets whizzed by with a sound like bees, then it focused on the central star that throbbed slowly like a vibrating bell, I could hear tones and semitones and quarter tones all sliding across each other, interfering and reinforcing the sound melange as they went, a blue planet with white clouds whizzed by with whistle that trailed down the octaves as it moved away, I examined the space behind the planet- it was particles from the atmosphere stripping off into space that made the noise, that made me wonder why a larger planet made mostly of atmosphere didn't make a more robust sound, like, well..a fart...all that methane...I giggled, the Doctor made a huffy grumbling noise in my ear,
"Rreally, my dear girl, so determinedly scatological." And that set me laughing again, the room was beginning to re-establish itself around me, but I decided I wasn't done, and turned my attention to the Doctor's weird physiology, why did he breathe with a two-part rhythm? To my good fortune information on Timelord physiology was close to the surface of the Doctor's mind, {pulmonary bypass} and {circulatory system} were there, I was pulling details of the pulmonary bypass system apart when I noticed {endocrine/empathic system}, a hormone system that allowed/elicited/required telepathic contact with a subject in a particular emotional condition, "Here Kate, look at this." And my view was filled with a multi-dimensional view of the formation of the Universe, as it budded off a membrane in the void(?) as a consequence of interaction with another multi-dimensional manifestation of a super-string membrane, the Doctor understood it, but I sure as hell didn't, I could only visualise the three physical dimensions and duration, or time- which to the the Doctor was a set of physical dimensions in itself, are they right about Membrane theory then? "It's more complicated than that," it always is, "but the dark matter/energy inconsistency human scientists are encountering in their theories in the early 21st century is an intrusion into the human's observed four dimensions of a multi-dimensional brane." Can human maths prove that at the moment- I mean- at that point in time? "Almost." I got the distinct impression of a smile, I wondered if I could learn that much mathematics, "I could teach you." The impossible surfaces continued to pirouette in my mind's eye, the unpredictable behaviour of the surfaces as they passed through each other, and through themselves- was starting to make me feel slightly unwell, the images faded out, to be replaced with the room, and the couch, and me lying, dizzy, against the Doctor's chest,
"Are you alright?" he said,
What a headrush.