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[oddbod]

I have a question about nanites.

[Said casually, but with a certain amount of self-importance. Clara Oswald opens conversations as though they were great doors to be flung.]

They're what bring us back when we die, yeah? They repair what's malfunctioned, like... like a pit team. [She thinks that's what they're called, at least.] But what if nothing's there to fix? That's what I want to know. If there's no body left, there are no nanites left, so the Porter just... rematerializes you? Plops down a backup file? If there's too much damage to fix, what exactly happens?

[It's all asked in a very matter-of-fact, academic tone. Clara could maybe use a lecture on morbidity from her past self.]

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[helpline]

Not off the top of my head. I'm sure I can jerry-rig something up though.

[ MERRY CHRISTMAS, HAVE A VAPORIZER ]

[oddbod]

And hope that it works better than the defibrillator.

[helpline]

That one actually worked better than I expected.

[oddbod]

If it had worked, I'd have a heartbeat.

[helpline]

If it's Time Lord tech versus human tech, my money's on Time Lords every time.

[oddbod]

Doesn't mean I won't stop trying. Time Lords have been wrong before.

[helpline]

I'm living proof of that.

[ of a Time Lord being wrong as well as the wrongness of Time Lords in general. ]

[oddbod]

We both are. Just think, if they could see us now.

[helpline]

They'd hate us.

[ said with a MASSIVE GRIN. ]