Hoshimachi Suisei sat in her dark apartment. As she shakes in fear, looking at her hand. Its... animated. Like 'who killed roger rabbit' but with anime. She has been effected, prehaps too many music videos where her avatar walked thru the real world, while looking animated. It was fake yes, CGI to make a anime charictor look real, 3d, and motion captured into the real world. That... was kinda her style. She left her agent on read... for far too long. All her co-producers for her songs suspected... she was effected. But... she has never seen a case... of it looking like this. She breaths in deeply, looking at her left hand, looking like it was anime... pasted into reality. Yet... her uneffected hand could touch the animation, and it... felt real. Alive, warm. But... more... perfect. Too perfect. She grabs a pencil and holds it... a few seconds pass, before, the pencel glitches out, and becomes anime. She drops it, and it becomes normal. She breaths deeply. Unsure, fearful. She holds her face... its been spreading thru her skin.
Of... course this would happen for her. Animations are most often never shown in the real world, but... for her, thats her entire art style for all her music. Animations interacting with, in the real world. She got up, and looked in a mirror. Half her face... was distorted into a anime charictor. Too large eyes, animated. Her animation... hell, her hair color changed in the animation, her face shape changed. No longer the inperfect, human woman who looked nothing like this charictor. As she moved... one in perfect motion, other in 24 fps, missmatching. She sighs... she is running out of food... she needs to buy some, but... she is too afrad to leave her apartment. She notices how... only small objects, and cloths she wears transitions art styles. Shading matches of course, a anime girl in a dark place, needs to look dark. But... its all animated. She sighs, moving.
No changes to anything but... apperance, and skin smoothness so far. Thats... the weird part. If she holds food, and it becomes animated, eating it... it tastes normal. Her mouth frowns, and it animates perfectly. No matter what angle you look at, it looks... complete. Not real, but complete. It animates... with more life then any animation she ever seen. Because it is alive... she needs food. She walks over to her phone, and orders delivery. As it arrives, and she waits for the man to leave, she opens the door, and pulls it in. Eating. She looked at her legs... its spreading... slowly. Soon... she will be just a living animation, walking in the world. She sighs... "At least im pretty. No more skin care routines." She says. No one knows what is going on with her... but she thinks... "How am i going to... explain this. At least she was just myself... that character, just one that posed for the camra." She sighs deeply holding her head. She begins to cry, a animatied tear falls and lands dynamicly onto the table... before shifting to realism. She sighs "Why is everyone becoming real versions of their avatars, and I'm becoming fake? Serviously... fuck that god... I get I draw my character in real space... but... come on! *sigh* I'm a freak... i will go outside, and people will look, and crowd around the real anime girl."
[ Peter Capaldi - The Doctor ]
Elaine Collins, Peter Capaldi's wife enters a office, worried. Peter... ever sense his... merger with his role has become more and more distant... but... the kids are warming up to him, as he created... several toys... but... reprograming a PS4 to make it run several times faster, while reprograming NPC's to be more responsive in there favrote games? Giving a bouncy ball, that bounces on its own, and calling it wackball? He... he is becoming wakcy... just as waky as that... character. He barily talks with her, alwase focused on resurch, and even when he sleeps in bed with her... he is alwase busy... and never in the mood to be with her. She feels... abandoned. He barely sleeps, 1 too 2 hours a day. She asked... and he said "Im not sure, but from what i can tell, i could go longer. The doctor... once said he stays up for months at a time. I sleep... because it... i know you like me being near you." She can tell... he loves her... but... she is unsure. His eyes are so deep, and full of life, and pain, and complexity, far, far more complex then Peter ever was.
She enters his... engineering room. One he payed for with his funds to support himself. She agreed as he said "I will go made if i don't do something." She sees the various indurstrial machines, and shelves with custom made robots. Along with him... typing rapidly on two keyboards at once. While his eyes move so rapidly they blur. While the screens flash and move, and 320 page pdfs open, and scroll rapidly. He pauses as she enters, and stops. Looking at her.
She finally spoke. "You're not really here, Peter." Her voice was soft, not accusatory. He looked at her, puzzled—not because he didn't understand, but because he did, and didn't know how to argue. "You make toys for the kids. You say you love me. But when you look at me... you're always somewhere else. Like I'm part of the simulation." He looks down... frowning deeply. "In truth... Yes... im not the doctor... im not Peter..." She begins to cry "Why... why are you so distant! Peter... is in there... where is he!" He is quite... he says "Happy... but... hurt." He frowns deeper "I love you... that part... of peter never went away... it hurts every time i see you... look at me... without love. I think faster, i am faster... and... i love you... and you can not... feel... this!" He gesters to the screens. He said "The reason... ive been avoiding... having sex... with you is because... my biology mainly... im not... human anymore... and... if i have a child, they will be half timelord. Whatever that means, and they would be just as smart as me."
He pauses, as he frowns deeper, eyes focusing on her intensely "but... i still love you... but... im no longer peter entirely... but i am peter still... i remember him as me... and every emotion... i can feel his love for you beat inside me with stregnth that guides me stronger then all those charicter modivations that were pushed into me... and... i want you to be happy... but... i also want to be happy, and for that... i want you to accept me as i am... not as i was. Pepole change... all pepole do, and that change... that is who you are. Time passing, moving, the edge of a flowing river is who a person is..." He pauses "My mind... a timelord's brain processes everything faster, and in more depth, and complexity. I never... lost my emotions, they are just... everywhere inside my mind now, stronger, deeper, and more complex then any humans... and... sometimes... i need you... yes... even now... i need you, as... you are who keeps me Peter. I want to make room for you, and give you a love filled ride. Just like the kids."
Peter sighs, and holds his head "Honestly, the world is changing. Its getting dangrous... pepole are changing all over the world... in three generations there will be 20% of the population that is non-human, or not 100% human. I just... want you to accept my new joy. The only reason... this is wrong for you, is because it was fast. But... sometimes pepole change, and if... you still want to love me... you will need to change." She moved, and reached to him. She noticed his eyes were wet. She kissed him, the first time they kissed in weeks. He sighed. She asked "what are you doing anyway." He smiles, and says casually "Hacking several world governments." She frowns in suprise. He chuckles at her reaction.
She holds her head "Why... are you hacking them?" He sighs... "Simple... they are being evil. Here... this is my file from the US's Narrative Integration and Reality Observation organization." She reads the short one page. He is listed as a 'national secerity threat', and a 'potental world changing intelect that could give a profound national advantage to any nation', 'weapon of mass destruction'. She frowns reading it. He sighs "They are categorizing us. That is the first step to control. I am a intelect-class world changer, of level 5 power. I do think... they need there ego put on hold. I agree, that paying attention to those that can harm others is important, but seriously, they have already formed plans for how to kill me. Even assuming i can regenerate like the doctor can, and prepaired to fire several times before i can explode with golden light... if i can. Im... not sure if i got that power yet. They are using the fact that many of these transformations come from fiction with large documentation of abilities. The US is relitively mild. China is literally kidnaping the transformed, disappearing them, and then torturing, and experimenting on them."
He pauses deeply, focusing on the file. As a deep disapointment, and anger fills him. He sighs "I am planing on creating the worlds first... team. To deal with this. To make them respect us as a potental benifit, and not something to kill, and destroy. Some of us... do become murders, or evil, but many are simply victims of reality. A reality we need to control, and i want to see earth... the only world i know is real now... into a paradise... its a grand goal... yes... but... the doctor... is a grand person. A person... with the fury of a timelord locked inside." He smiles greatly, painfully "Im sure there are prently of pepole who have become heros over night... looking for a injustice to stop." He sighs "The doctor part of me... is hurting... every day when i realize... that i only have one planet now."
She looked at him, tired but clear. "Just... don't forget who you are. Even if the world does." He smiled—soft, honest, grateful. "I haven't," he said. "Because you still remember. Because emotions... must exist." And with that, for the first time in weeks, the distance between them didn't feel so wide. Not because the world made sense. But because love, even now, still meant something. Even to a Time Lord.