It's a bit 'tell, don't show', this thing, in retrospect. I now know what it looks like, to treat minds as being genuinely constructible and reconstructible enough, as made of parts… and I didn't show it here, in most of it, I just acted excited about it, and used some computer metaphors to reflect parts of internal experience. (That's maybe still worthwhile, but I know that more is possible now, and I've got a burning desire to do it likewise or farther…) But it's still — this is what my concept of the thirteenth Doctor is like, that's what their core is, that they seemingly lost that core, or forgot. 'You-as-spark, the feeling spark, says that wearing the sparkless — being, inhabiting the sparkless, all the mineral residue you've built up'… That they're trying to ground themself in/​off of the 'rules' of what a Doctor is, not seeing a consistent central reason for them at all… and maybe they're right, maybe these are inconsistent, that's why you change them! (That's the social justice half of these series' mandate, almost, though the Doctor's deontologies were never really treated as infallible, never blinkered and always just.) Except, that most important feeling, 'the universe is enormous and brilliant, look at this example, isn't it also such', is still there… the Doctor just stopped being able to notice, or call on it for everything else.

I've also tried, in this thing, to create an aesthetic from juxtaposition, from basically RNG, something maybe new for once. I'm not sure if I succeeded. What I do know is that the world I built there is very small — I called it a planet, but it's not larger than an office building, or a dreamscape! That's also something I want to do more with, desperately; I think I might treat the city Luifti Mar-sa's world as a kitchen sink setting for every tiny place compatible, for a while… (Worlds that are halfway big enough are… what I'm inspired by… most fictional Earths contemporary enough, the setting of The Labyrinths of Ekho and its two sequel series, maybe 'the' DWU taken as a whole just for its sheer out-of-universe age and kitchen-sink-ishness, I mean, it's got several fictional copies of itself in… glowfic Velgarth and various glowfic Golarions — maybe their source materials as well — though they're padded to hell and back with pseudo-Europes and pseudo-Chinas and pseudo–Ancient Egypts for some reason, at one point, which is somewhat unsatisfying though I suppose not weirder than them also having humans and apples and clover. And I suppose Tolkien's Arda's trying to be that, as I'm told, and I'm told it's good at this, but I haven't really felt it yet, think I've not read enough…) Anyway. I do like the aesthetic of this place, and do find it reasonably vivid, as atmospheres go.