Wednesday, 31 July 2024

The City Centre : The Centre of Town

Joseph Campbell--Mythology of the First City States

"....it's hard for Us-Today, to realise what the perilous situation was of the early culture people in the near East the beginnings of Agriculture and domestication of animals for the Western world begins in the near East and the first signs occur somewhere around 10,000 BC we begin to see signs of the domestication of some of the animals of the neighborhood principally sheep and goats to begin with and then the pig comes in. 

Now, there may have been an earlier beginning in Southeast Asia, the finds that are taking place now in Upper in Northern Thailand are really spectacular in Transforming Our picture of the origins of Agriculture and so forth but for the history of civilization in the in the uh in in the Western World this area of the near East is crucial decisive up to let's say 10,000 BC all people were foraging Nomads hunters and uh root and vegetable gatherers around 10,000 BC the idea of domesticating your own food begins to take place as a result of this you have a more substantial and dependable economic base and uh increasingly large communities can begin to build up brings in a whole new problem of cultural organisation you begin to have Specialists you begin to have people whose specialisation is tilling the soil others who are trading people trading for goods uh with other uh centers and You Begin then also to have governing people who govern these uh en large communities specialist tasks the problem of organizing the community and the organized Community the viable unit which consists of one can say principally what turn out to be four casts the governor the uh uh Priestly ones who keep in touch with the Divine sources of uh dream and uh myth and spiritual information the uh trading and Merchant people and the uh toiling uh um peasants uh these are coordinated around a spiritual centre that represents the point that, "We're all differently trained, serving the same Centre, and The City-itself becomes, what we're calling today, a Mandela a sacred circle with a center and we're all related to that -- 

Now, there were two different developments out of the early uh Agricultural and domestication of animal base in the riverlands and in the high mountain valleys where it was possible to raise crops the accent would be on agriculture in the broad grazing lands the accent was on animal domestication and so you have hering people and there is a distinct separation as early let's say as the 8th and 7th centuries the seventh millenniums 8,000 7,000 BC uh between the settled agriculturalists and the still nomadic hering people where you have herders the male is the important person he's the one that is rounding up the animals that is uh killing the animals and protecting this herd against another herd so you have a warrior accent whereas when the toiling is that of Agriculture the relationship is to the Earth which is the mother she brings forth life and she nourishes life and so the female principle is a dominant one there now in this near East Zone there were three main group groups of people in these uh divisions one was the people in the uh riverlands and the high valleys agriculturalist whose principal deity was the goddess who is the world mother and the others were the two great hering communities one in the North in southern Europe the uh indo-europeans who were her as of Caple and who were the domesticators of the horse and invented the war Chariot became people of tremendous uh military power and the other were the people of the Siro Arabian Desert who are the semites and uh these were her as of sheep and goats and later the domesticators of the camel which became then the war camel and so forth and so on I think the earliest representation of the camel that we have in literature is in the Old Testament where Rachel comes on a camel to Abraham so we have uh these two Warrior people fighting in on the relatively peaceful uh settled areas and so we find around the sixth millennium BC that the little settled communities begin to have walls and the protection against these Warrior people who were tough fighting people and ruthless uh whether they're Indo European or semites the same story there comes a time then when the shift of accent goes to these Warrior people who have come in and become the overlords the dominant ones over a toiling community and uh this is what happens when oh 2350 BC we read of sag and the first s of a god this was a Semitic Monarch who comes in over the earlier Sumerian people he comes in around he his dates about 2350 BC then about 2000 BC there's a su Ian restoration and this is the period of building of many building of the great zigurat and most of our Sumerian texts come from this period the very important King important for us because the documents come from his time uh king guda of lagash and it's in uh his libation vase it's a little vase about so big with a symbol on it of a central post and two serpents with seven interlocking this is the earliest example we have is this caducous and then two cherubim that say lion birds birds that are human animal bird like with crowns opening the portals of a gate to reveal this this comes from G of lagash 2000 BC uh it's at that time that we have a Sumerian Resurgence but then income another group of Semitic people and become dominant at the time of U uh hamurabi is around 1750 BC and this is the time of the Gil gamish story and uh the uh loss of the serpent power from the uh individual it goes over to the serpents it's a very interesting story it's connected with the gilgames but that time they the cities are again having to defend themselves against more and more of these invading people the Hebrews come in then uh a good while later as uh raiding people again and you can read it in the Book of Genesis and I me the book of Exodus rather and in the judges of uh and Joshua of what happens to a city when these Warrior people come in and so you can see the wall is a very important protective feature and the city then as the culture unit with its Center and its spiritual life the center is always a temple so that the spiritual information is what coordinates and uh and uh validates the city


When I die. they won’t say anything but. “John Milius. who wrote Apocalypse Now, died this week.”

The screenplay started when I was in USC’s film school – the West Point of Hollywood -with George Lucas. We hadn’t met Francis yet. George and I were the two ringleaders at school, making student films and winning awards. George was sort of the good boy and I was the bad boy. I lived in my car. I was an anarchist surfer, a complete, consummate rebel and an anti-intellectual of the worst kind. I was threatened with dismissal every other day. I’ve always had a problem with authority.

The specter of the Vietnam War was hanging over all our heads. I was the only one who wanted to enlist – everybody else wanted to go to Canada or get married. I figured sooner or later I was going to go. so I signed up for the Marine Air Program, but I had asthma. so I washed out. Then I had to reconfigure my life because I hadn’t planned on living past twenty-six – nobody in the Sixties planned on living very long – and I had assumed my legacy would be a smoking hole in the ground over there.

Today in filmmaking there are mainly people who want to be famous, who aren’t driven by the need to tell a story. They just want the fame. Hack then. I never thought about the potential rewards of anything I did. I didn’t think about whether I was going to be paid, whether I was going to get a new BMW or a house in Bel Air or any of that kind of shit. I had what I needed. I had my surfboard. I was fit. I had girls. I was trained. I was a weapon. I just needed a mission. I was STRAC: Strategic. Tough. Ready Around the Clock.

At USC I had a writing teacher, Mr. Irwin Blacker, who gave that mission to me. He’d tell us exotic Hollywood stories, including one about how many filmmakers had tried to do Heart of Darkness – most notably Orson Welles – but that nobody had been able to lick it. I had read the book when I was seventeen and had loved it.

So that did it. I said. Not only am I going to do my Vietnam movie. I’m going to use Heart of Darkness as an allegory because if you’re going to be passing under the skeleton of an elephant, it will be much better if that skeleton is the tail of a downed B-52. I had the ambitious idea of going to Vietnam and shooting the film there.

When George tells this story, exaggerating everything, he’ll say Milius was really insane. The truth is. they all wanted to go. Cinéma vérité had become a popular idea then with the emergence of films like Medium Cool which had been shot during the riots at the ’68 Chicago Democratic convention.

We were going to do it dirt cheap: shoot a feature film in 16 millimeter in Vietnam while the war was going on -- Who knows, maybe we would have all been killed

Thursday, 25 July 2024

This is Who We Are -- Wait. Worry. -- Who Cares?







Millennialism in The Keeper of Traken


"The original idea I had, was uh -- 
-- and this, I Think, was 1980 --
--but it was based on the notion that 
every thousand years, there are 
HUGE disturbances in 
The Social and Political 
universe, as we know it -- 

If you go back to The Time of Christ, that was a huge disturbance; back a thousand years beyond that, to The Fall of The Hittite Empire and everything that flowed from that; and more recently in our time where Islam and Christianity were in conflict and The Dark Ages and The Vikings and all that time of turmoil and stress, so it seemed to have a very respectable precedent --

And so all of these stories need something solid to hook into, and that was the hook for The Keeper of Traken. 

"At the heart of this ancient civilisation, which had worked out a way in which they could remain in harmonious union as -- I don't know whether it was Chris Bidmead's line, or my own but he says, um -- "A thousand years of people, just being terribly nice to each other --" and it's true, they were very nice to each other except, at the end of the thousand years, they started being not so nice to each other --"

Byrne's original concept featured at its centre a villain called Mogan, and the Trakenite people were divided into two factions -- 

"When I first submitted the idea, it had something that was more like The Japanese shogunate, rather than the  Shakespearean type-model that we later developed and it had two contending groups

The two groups were the scientific Grays and the spiritual Blacks with The Keeper in overall control 

"While the position of Keeper was one that controlled a great deal of power. it was one where The Ego-Itself, had to be buried in order for it to be successful, and therefore the choice of who was going to be Keeper was crucial and only the very best would be elevated to this -- 

If issues of personal ambition and power-seeking ever crept into the equation, the results would be catastrophic and of course it so happened, purely by accident that these elements of personal ambition and things, became mixed up in The Transition from one Keeper to The Next, in my story"

Thora and Thessaly



Thessaly :
Well now, I didn't know you two were friends — 

Well, we're fixin
to be friendly


Thessaly :
Fixing to Be Friendly” —
That can be my column-headline 


Tilda Swinton :
I play Thora and Thessaly
who are identical twins  — 

Eddie :
What kind of name 
is ‘Thora’, anyway?

Thora :
It’s a name that NINETEEN 
million readers TRUST —

Tilda Swinton :
 For being twins
people don't know who 
they're talking to —
which is weird.

Thessaly :
Hello Eddie —

Eddie Mannix :
Thessaly, yeah —
I just saw your…. 
….oh never mind.

Tilda Swinton :
They’re Cultural commentators —

Thora :
I'm NOT a GOSSIP-columnist!

Tilda Swinton :
Each is a thorn in 
each other side 

Thora
Don’t confuse me 
with my sister!

Tilda Swinton :
They definitely do compete 
for Stories

Thessaly :
That cow - she wouldn't 
know a news story if it 
bit her on the posterior.

Tilda Swinton :
When you read about it this Time
and The Power they had….
the ways in which 
they ruled — certainly the 
public face of The Studios 
— and then you hear about 
what they were 
covering-up underneath : 
it was pretty wild

Thora :
We all know about 
The Womanising and 
The Drinking-jags and those 
trips to San Berdoo… 

Tilda Swinton 
But Dirt is good for them, 
you want The Dirt
because they want to have something to print

Thessaly :
I'd like to know what 
The Hell is going on here

TWENTY-million readers 
want The Truth, Eddie.

Eddie Mannix :
Truth, yeshmm.

Wednesday, 24 July 2024

Monday, 22 July 2024

Party Games



Compromise Candidate | Yes, Minister : 
1984 Christmas Special | BBC Comed...

Bernard Woolley: [Discussing possible reasons for the Prime Minister's early retirement] Minister, I've heard something quite different.

James Hacker: What?

Bernard Woolley: That there is £1 million worth of diamonds from South Africa in a Downing Street safe, but of course it's only a rumour.

James Hacker: Is that true?

Bernard Woolley: Oh, yes.

James Hacker: So, there ARE all those diamonds in Downing Street!

Bernard Woolley: Are there?

James Hacker: You just said there were.

Bernard Woolley: No, I didn't.

James Hacker: Yes, you did! You said you'd heard this rumour, I said is it true, you said yes!

Bernard Woolley: I said yes, it was true that it was a rumour.

James Hacker: You said you heard it was true!

Bernard Woolley: No, I said it was true that I heard it!

Annie Hacker: I'm sorry to cut into this important discussion, but do you believe it?

James Hacker: I believe I heard it. Oh, about the diamonds. No.

Annie Hacker: Is it impossible?

James Hacker: No, but it's never been officially denied. First rule in politics: never believe anything until it's officially denied.

British Intelligence

Full episode available to watch - After Dark: British Intelligence


"This is an example I've been involved [in] :
As far back as 1938, after Munich, there were two individuals 
who volunteered to assassinate Hitler -- one was Mason Mcfarland
who was our military attacher in Berlin, the other was My Wartime Chief, 
in New York -- he was then living in England, and was A Director of a company 
called PressSteel, Sir William Stevenson -- well, he was Mr William Stevenson, then --
well both of these gentlemen volunteered to assassinate Hitler --

and they were informed by Lord Halifax, who was then Foreign Secretary 
that Diplomacy had not yet been superseded by assassination --" =D


"But you were in America, working for BSC with Stevenson, 
Didn't you assassinate people in America...? 

Didn't BSC knock people off in America, 
who were opposed to America joining The War....?" 

"I think ONE was, on a SHIP, as far as i know -- It was only --"

"Only one! Only one --"

"I don't know who would be giving out information to The Enemy it should be said that in 1939
why was this trap assassinated i'm tired didn't get that only one man was assassinated
to my knowledge in in the united states by the uh
british security coordination which was under the direction of william stevenson
there was one seaman on a a neutral ship i think it was a
portuguese ship who was detected giving information to the
germans and as far as i know he was liquidated but i only know this is in
the water case no this is before america joined
which as i understand it was an attempt to to get the united states to join the war
right did the operation intrepid not consist in in very broad and general terms of a series of essentially Dirty Tricks-- yeah? 

I know there were any dirty tricks about um there is some uh persuasive effort
made and with the help of a men like general donovan um
american destroyers were offered to the british and accepted in return for bases
in bermuda and the caribbean but um there were any specific dirty tricks i
mean is it not true that the to the british intelligence uh and uh
two of the things that british intelligence uh did through one of their agents was uh
to um capture the italian naval ciphers
and also uh the vichy french cyphers the italian cyphers helped the
battle of cape matapan to uh that's not dirty i'm sure that's not dirty jason what about forge letters what about
blackmail there was i don't think it was blackmail but there were certainly fabricated uh documents
fabricated letters there was um one letter which
uh apparently emanated from the bolivian minister
in in berlin to uh the bolivian prime minister
um suggesting that the germans should
be encouraged to take over bolivia but you see
this important uh this was significant because into what it what it meant was
the germans through the politicians used to strengthen uh uh aircraft no wait wait


there isn't there's a point here and i think you're right and i think mr hyde's forgotten his own book room 303 if you read that alongside a man called
intrepid you will see that was indeed a fairly serious campaign of disinformation and dirty tricks in north america aimed at the isolationist
opponents of america john in the war done by the british state british government 

...I just finished and say that
the result of this letter was that um
The German Mission in La Paz, 
the capital of Bolivia was closed down 
and The Germans were turned 
out of the country, and 
the actual documentwhich 
I mentioned, was delivered 
to President Roosevelt 
who read it out in one of 
his fireside chats, indeed

And The Individual who was responsible 
for uh producing this document, 
which was written in the kind of 
Spanish that was customary in Bolivia 
at that time was -- 
your humble servant 
[ I.e. - "Me. I wrote it." ]

"And did you work with Cecil Roberts on this...?"

"Uh uh no, not Cecil Roberts, Cedric Belfridge
who was the chap -- Cecil Roberts wasn't that --

"Let me ask this do we feel ... 
Is it is it a general feeling 
that in fact these kind of "Dirty Tricks", 
in inverted commas, are perhaps 
perfectly legitimate if 
The Cause is right....?"

"I mean, in Wartime, yes
but in Wartime --"

"But America wasn't at WAR --"

Saturday, 20 July 2024

SHARE This with NO ONE --


"I know a rock group in Berlin called The Klingons, who decided to change their name, because there's another rock group that come along in England called The Klingons, which is becoming better-known than this group in Berlin -- 

So even though they had The Name first, they feel they got to surrender it, so they won't get confused with this English group, so they changed their name to The Cloaking Device -- which was STOLEN by The Klingons, from The Romulans..!! 

You see, Star Trek is our new Mythology, it's an international language! 

I read in the Irish Times while when I was living in Dublin, every hour of the day, 24 hours of the day, every hour on this planet there are 1 Million people looking at Star Trek reruns in various parts of The Planet, so it's becoming The UNIVERSAL Language --

Sometimes when I want to describe the The Eight Circuits of The Nervous System, I use Star Trek, since everybody can understand that Scotty is The BioSurvival circuit, McCoy is The Emotional Circuit, Spock is The Rational Circuit, Kirk is The Sexual-social Circuit, and the various extraterrestrials are The HIGHER circuits and uh -- 

It's A Language everybody understands, like they once understood Greek mythology; nowadays, if you refer to Greek mythology, you got to put in footnotes "Hercules was a very strong man", you know, like Kurt Vonnegut did in Bluebeard."

"Human Society consists of a bunch of people who basically have this program, which the great New York psychologist Albert Ellis defined way back in The 50s as, "I am a No-Good Shit." --

Ellis, I regard as my great predecessor in using Honest Language in books about Psychology, describing the way people really think and feel :

"I am a No-Good Shit." 

That is the basic program that most people are operating on -- 

The second program is, "If I pretend hard enough, nobody will guess I'm a No-Good Shit", and the third program is,  "The way to Do it, is to convince everybody else that they're No-Good Shits."  --

The people who become most adept at this, find An Ideology which allows them to go around correcting Everybody Else, all the time, which explains why there are so fucking many Marxists in The World, even after Marxism has totally collapsed everywhere outside of China, Cuba and Pacifica Radio.... 

Marxism is basically a maneuver to put Other People down -- you just wait for them to Say something,  you got a long list and as soon as they violate one of The Taboos, you jump : "A-ha! Bourgeois-Thinking!",  uh…. "Male-chauvinism!", uh, --  whatever is the latest thing....

Now, why are people so devoted to putting one another down, why do they all have this basic program, "I am a No-Good Shit"? 


Pope BOB, R.A.W,
Northern California, 1991

Well, infants are born without any culture — every infant, as Bucky Fuller once said, is born naked, hungry and intensely curious —

And that's about it.  Naked, Hungry and intensely Curious — so the principle role of parents, is to take this naked hungry intensely curious being and persuade it, cajole  it, browbeat it, terrorise it, or one way or another, convince it that The Way We Do Things in this tribe is the natural way, ordained by God, and anything you feel like doing or want to do, or that seems ‘natural’ to youif it doesn't fit into tribal customs, you [have]  got to stop it right away —

now most people have been so thoroughly conditioned by their culture that they really are horrified when they become parents if they become parents they really are horrified when they notice that their children do not have the tribal taboos firmly in place the children are born without the tabos they do all sorts of things that according to Social standards are immoral unethical disgusting perverse uh and not what not the way human beings are supposed to behave so the parents are really shocked oh my God we gave birth to a monster so so then they put on more pressure so the process of growing up from infancy to toddler to uh young child ready getting ready for school there a process of learning continually that you are in no good and you got to learn to put on this mask and act like everybody else and repeat all the social customs and then nobody will notice you're a no good and this creates so much tension that people spend most of their adult lives still trying to recover from this by finding other no good shits and and denouncing them so Human Society consists of a search and destroy mission against no good shits let's find the no good shits and get rid of them in California right now it's the cigarette smokers according to George Bush it's the pot smokers uh they talk a lot about crack babies but uh judge sweet when he uh had his Awakening or whatever it was and decided the War on Drugs was the craziest thing that ever happened to this country and started speak out against the judge swe pointed out that 70% of the budget for the War on Drugs goes to the pursuit of pot smokers so if they're so worried about crack babies why aren't they spending 70% and fighting cocaine why are they spending 70% fighting pot well it seems uh I don't know uh that has a lot to do with it probably those of you 

Thursday, 18 July 2024

Wednesday, 17 July 2024

Lure







Green Butt Skunk - Twin Peaks



[Outside Davros' laboratory]

ORCINI: 
Davros.

(Bostock gets out his flick knife. 
Orcini throws down his walking stick, which 
sticks into a stone step. Davros whirls round.)

[Davros' laboratory]

DAVROS: 
What's that? Ah. 
Remove that object. 


(A [Human] Guard picks up the stick 
and walks up the steps with it.)

[Outside Davros' laboratory]

ORCINI
Thank you. 


(Bostock stabs The Guard.)

[Davros' laboratory]
(The Guard falls back down the steps 
with a dying scream. Orcini steps forward 
and sprays Davros with automatic fire. 
Davros sends an electric 
bolt out from his 'eye', 
which hits a bishops statue 
at the top of the steps.) 


DAVROS
You are fools
You cannot kill me! 
I am Davros!

(At a signal from his master, 
Bostock goes in first, shooting. 
The two men split up, forcing Davros 
to spin round and round to get at them. 
Their bullets hit his control chamber. 
It spins out of control then goes BANG! 
There is a scream and Davros' head 
collapses like a punctured balloon.) 


BOSTOCK
You've done it, Master. 
You've killed him. 


ORCINI
Has your instinct deserted you? 
The kill was too easy.

DAVROS
That you have realised too 
late, Grand-Master Orcini. 


(Davros, in his black leather suit and 
Dalek travel unit, is behind them.)

DAVROS
Place your guns 
on the floor. 


ORCINI: 
Of course --

(Bostock throws his knife and Orcini lets off a clip 
of bullets. The knife finds Davros' shoulder.) 


DAVROS
Guards! 


(A Dalek shoots off Orcini's prosthetic leg 
while Bostock sprays bullets around.) 


ORCINI
Bostock! 


PRAETORIAN DALEK
I Cannot see! My vision is 
impaired! I cannot see!

(Bostock tried to 
shield His Master 
from the other Daleks.) 


PRAETORIAN DALEKS
Exterminate! Exterminate! 
Exterminate! Destroy! 


(Bostock falls. Davros zaps Orcini 
with electricity himself.) 


DAVROS
You are old, Orcini! 
Your reflexes have gone! 
Do you think you're the 
first to try and kill me? 

That tank was but a simple lure
a focal point for the 
assassin's bullet. 


(Orcini stops moving.)



Tuesday, 16 July 2024

Hazard


Stone Age man, he picked up a rock. He said, 
"Oh, das ist ein ball!" 
He throwed it, und he killed a man. 
He said, "Oh, what fun!" 
Und now everybody loves the balls! 

Until the year five billion, 
when the very last human picks up 
The Skull of His Enemy und says, 
"That is the final ball of all." Ja?


Old Grandfather :
 Drive him out. Out.

Friend
Yes, drive him out
He killed the old woman.

(The Tribe start pelting Cain with stones)

The Tribe of Gum
Drive him out.

(Kal leaves, and Za is 
on his feet again)

Friend : 
Remember -- 
Kal is not stronger 
than the whole tribe.



It's The Monkey's Paw of Quantum Uncertainty -- Unintended Consequences.

[Cave]
HORG: They are coming.

(The stretcher is put down and the travellers dragged away)
Cain : 
Za and the woman went 
with them. I, Kal, stop them.

HUR: 
They saved Za from death near the stream.

Cain : 
They set them free from 
The Cave of Skulls and 
went with them.

HUR: 
The old woman cut them free.

Cain : 
Za is so weak a woman speaks for him.
HUR: 
It was the old woman. 
She showed them a new way 
out of the Cave of Skulls.
Cain : The old woman does not speak.
 She does not say she did this or did that. 
The old woman is dead
Za killed the old woman.

HUR: 
No!

Cain
Za killed the old woman 
with his knife.

HUR
No.

Cain
Here. Here is the knife 
he killed her with.

Old Grandfather
This knife has no blood on it. 
I said, 'This knife has no blood on it.'

Cain
It is a bad knife. It does not 
show the things it does.

Old Grandfather : 
It is a finer knife than yours.

Cain : 
I, Kal, say it is a bad knife.

Old Grandfather
This knife can cut and stab. I have 
never seen a better knife.

Cain
I will show you one.

(Kal pulls out his flint knife)

Old Grandfather : 
This knife shows what it has done
There is blood on it. (to Za
Who killed the old woman?

Abel
I did not kill her.

Old Grandfather : (to Kal)
You killed the old woman.

Cain : 
Yes! She set them free. 
She set them free. 
She did this. 
I, Kal, killed her.

Old Grandfather : 
Is this your strong leader? One who 
kills your old women? 
He is a bad leader. He will 
kill you all. Yes, all(to Ian) 
Follow my example.

(The Doctor picks up some stones 
and throws them at Kal)

Old Grandfather : 
Drive him out. Out.


Friend
Yes, drive him out
He killed the old woman.

(The Tribe start pelting Cain with stones)

The Tribe of Gum : 
Drive him out.

(Kal leaves, and Za is 
on his feet again)

Friend : 
Remember -- 
Kal is not stronger 
than the whole tribe.

Abel
Kal is no longer 
One of This Tribe. 

We will watch for him. 
We will all fight Kal 
if he comes back. 
We will watch for him. 
Take them to The Cave of Skulls.

Friend
Take us back to The Desert and 
we will make Fire for you.

Abel
The great stone will close one place, and you will 
stand by another I will show you. Take them.

Old Grandfather : 
Don't struggle.

Abel : 
They are inside the cave. 
You see them come out, kill them.



Regeneration is a roll of The Dice, it's A Game of Chance -- throughout all the scenes with The Toymaker, there are always many, many embedded games; elsewhere, The Toymaker offered the following explanation as to WHY he is so fixated on Games, when he is Functionally Immortal, and older than the (current) known universe, with the reality-warping powers of A God (within the focus of his immediate concentration of attention, only) :


" Meaningless destruction is as appetising as meaningless creation and just as unfulfilling... 


Until I found distraction in The World of Games, until I could throw off the pretence of Purpose and Meaning, until I too could be a prey to Chance and Hazard ..." -- that's why he makes himself subject to the arbitrary rules of whichever game he has challenged his opponents to play.


As The Doctor points out, to cheat at any of these games is the one thing that He will never do, but the second half of that sentence is that before he makes any challenge, he will have already set The Rules in his favour every time -- and because he won't tell you what they are (until you break any of them), and he won't even tell you what kind of game it is that you both are actually playing, even, he gets off on people blundering headlong into their own destruction, based off false assumption -- which means that in order for him not to win every time, The Universe has to get creative in thwarting him in his (unfair) intention to trap you -- Much like Ruby's Snowstorms and the VHS White Noise, it's the unforeseen randomness and chaos that he didn't expect, didn't think of and didn't account for when he set the conditions for The Test and made the challenge to his opponent, whilst trying to Control The Games....


 



The Toymaker looked on, though with a faint smile creasing his mouth now, as he saw the two extra Lives vanish, snuffed out like tiny candles. And his eyes glinted

The counter moved again, not spinning frantically now, but turning through treacle, past 125,000 and towards The Toymaker’s High Score. Stefan looked on aghast. Not a muscle moved on The Toymaker’s face. 

The streets were littered now with broken monsters, cracks starting to appear in the asphalt where the firefight had proved too much for the substance to stay stable. The cracks widened as the very ground rumbled. The frantic pitch of battle had slowed also, the steady crunchcrunchcrunch now returning to dominate the scene. The Doctor, exhausted, looked around for the source of the noise. There was something... something his other brain was telling him, something washed in or washed out by the fighting, by the insight he had into the mind that devised The Game. 

The Score hardly mattered

He knew he had only one life left and he had to find The Answer before that was gone. Had to stay alive and find The Answer... had to fight on... had to fight on... 

The street filled with screaming crushing monsters one after the other as he blazed away, using the weaponry he had left as a hosepipe more than a precision piece. One life left and he was called back, called by the blare of electronic trumpets as the High Score was swept away. One more, two more, three bursts and again the street was clear before him... 

One life left. Still one life... 

One that was The Answer... 

One... One alone... 

He turned from The Machine, sweat pouring from him, scars that would never show criss-crossing his mind. ‘You’re alone,’ he croaked hoarsely at The Toymaker. ‘One. One alone. 

There’s just you, no one like you. Ever. 

This Game – an empty city, a ghost city. And one, just one fighter, one enemy, one on his own... 

You’re not from this Universe, are you?’ 

He turned and walked towards The Toymaker, past the speechless Stefan, who had just witnessed, for the first time in eight hundred years another being’s victory over his Lord and at one of his Lord’s own games! 

‘The Game,’ stammered The Mandarin, ‘you’re not thinking about The Game!’ There was a blare from The Machine as The Doctor’s last life was lost. The counter had come to a stop. 131,000, and The Toymaker’s score was languishing under ‘Last Player’. 

The Doctor appeared not to notice. ‘You’re not from this Universe,’ he repeated, ‘that’s why there’s no trace. That’s why The Laws of this Universe don’t concern you. You’re from another Time and Space!’ 


The Doctor was in full flow as the ramifications of his theory crashed in on him. Behind him, the game machine’s ominous crunchcrunchcrunch had started distantly in the background. No one took any notice of it. Not yet... 

‘Whatever catastrophe it was,’ The Doctor continued, as much to himself as to anyone else, ‘it hurled you from your own universe into this one. You carry your own matter with you – you’d have to – not anti-matter, of course, otherwise you’d have started the next Big Bang – but different from ours.’ 

He paused, thunderstruck by his own conclusions. ‘Relativity,’ he breathed, ‘follow it through...’ 

He swung round on The Toymaker again, ‘Your own universe is receding from this one so fast, it’s pushing your time back as it goes!’ He stared at The Toymaker, awestuck. ‘You’ll live for millions of years!’ 

The Toymaker had a look of crushing despair on his face as he croaked out, ‘I have done...’ The crunchcrunchcrunch was getting louder. A figure had appeared at the centre of the screen, and was growing larger, growing closer... 

‘The isolation of aeons,’ whispered The Doctor, overcome with compassion for the being he’d detested all his adult life. ‘The crushing loneliness of thousands of millenia... you poor, poor creature...’ 

The Toymaker’s eye was cast on a far, far distant horizon, lost in a world vanished aeons ago. ‘... and then I grew tired of even creating... ships, cities, continents, whole planets even. 

I created Life. 

I colonised, I helped it survive and thrive for millenia, hundreds of millenia, thousands...’ His voice trailed off as he remembered, as the bitterness and the loneliness overcame him. 

He rounded on The Doctor, his eyes turning away from the softness of remembrance to the fury of the present. ‘Until I came to destroy, wantonly, wilfully, the same ships, the same planets I’d helped to create, and that too became too easy and too empty... 

Meaningless Destruction is as appetising as meaningless Creation and just as unfulfilling... 

Until I found distraction in The World of Games, until I could throw off the pretence of Purpose and Meaning, until too could be a prey to Chance and Hazard...’

The glint was back in his eye now, more dangerous than ever before as it merged with the gleam of triumph. The Doctor, seeing the difference, whirled round to see the formation of The Monster on The Screen, to see it grow larger and larger until The Screen could not contain it. The crunchcrunchcrunch had reached its inevitable crescendo, and The Electronic Monster stood outside The Machine, brighter, if anything, and more terrible than before. 

The Toymaker’s triumph screeched out at last. ‘A Hazard, Doctor, which you have lost!’

 The monster turned and lumbered slowly towards the transfixed Time Lord.