Or, Alternatively, Silent Hill.

[rionaleonhart]

I want a Doctor Who episode called 'The Lonely Lift', in which they go to a point in the future by which artificial intelligence has become so advanced that Martha becomes trapped in a lift because the 'Ground floor. Please stand clear of the closing doors' announcer voice is lonely and bored and wants someone to talk to.

This is possibly only because I occasionally attempt to engage the automatic voice in conversation and would quite like to watch a scenario in which that would not make me insane. I'm trying to decide whether it would be more fun for the lift to genuinely only want company or for it to be a sadistic entity that takes the opportunity to play games with Martha's mind. Come on, it would be awesome! YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO TAKE ME ON AS A SCRIPTWRITER, BBC.

Meanwhile, the Doctor can shag the TARDIS or something.

It is a genius idea.

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[shark-hat.livejournal.com]

Trouble is: reasonable at mad crossover ideas, shit at writing.

The Thumb was very old-fashioned by now; its owner's 15-year stranding on a backwards planet had left him struggling to keep up with the new sub-etha world, where your Thumb was probably part of your Guide, or a flexible touch-screen panel woven into your towel, or was just sugically implanted into your manipulative digit. It didn't have a winning personality, either, or chirpily pipe up with opinions on everything under the suns. It just fitted comfortably into the hand, and did what it was supposed to do: scan the sky for traffic and hail any passing ships that seemed useful for a galactic bum.
And now it was picking up some disturbances that were very odd, but odd in a familiar way. It was supposed, strictly speaking, to blink for attention before signalling anything it had travelled on before (its owner was a pushover for novelty). But something in its little brain went click and it called out to the craft to please, stop, pick us up, just for a little way, honest, we're just passing through; and the four travellers were woken from their chilly doze in the deserted departure lounge by a strange wheezing noise as a ship propelled by an intelligence that was easily amused by small clever devices materialised in front of them.
[insert plot here]