{"id":155,"date":"2015-08-28T09:53:38","date_gmt":"2015-08-28T13:53:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/girlwriter.com\/?p=155"},"modified":"2019-02-19T15:16:40","modified_gmt":"2019-02-19T20:16:40","slug":"what-do-theorists-think-of","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/girlwriter.com\/?p=155","title":{"rendered":"What Do Theorists Think Of?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>She was laying on her back, her hair splayed all over the main deck.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Are you sure we&#8217;re going the right way?&#8221; Clive asked, looking nervously over the railing.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;But of course we are,&#8221; the Theorist sighed, rolling on her back to pull herself upright. She hugged her knees and looked over at him. &#8220;Don&#8217;t you think so? I&#8217;d like to think so.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;What a strange thing to say,&#8221; Clive said sarcastically. He gripped the rails too tight, the Theorist\u00a0could see. &#8220;Why do you go by <i>Theorist<\/i>? What theories have you come up with, exactly, Adaliae?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Ahm&#8230;&#8221; She paused for a moment before standing and joining him by the side of the ship. It sailed hundreds of feet in the air; high enough to be mistaken for an airplane, but low enough to call the people, houses, and trees ants. &#8220;You know the Pythagorean theory?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You mean the one Pythagorean came up with?&#8221; Clive asked, looking at her sidelong. &#8220;That theory?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;&#8230;The one he came up with\u00a0<em>with help<\/em>,&#8221; the Theorist corrected him. &#8220;A nice lad, too, I&#8217;d say.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yeah, yeah okay,&#8221; Clive said, leaning back from the railing and stepping onto the main deck of the T.A.R.D.I.S. &#8220;But I wonder.. what does the Theorist think about?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The Theorist pulled back her red hair, letting it fall on her back and out of her face. &#8220;Gallifrey, I suppose,&#8221; she said. &#8220;It&#8217;s a nice place.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I&#8217;d say.&#8221; Clive mimicked her voice.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Oh, but it\u00a0<em>is<\/em>, Clive,&#8221; she pouted, crossing her arms.<\/p>\n<p>Suddenly, the ship starting shaking, tilting back and forth, tossed about as though on high seas. &#8220;What&#8217;s that?&#8221; Clive was shouting now; stumbling around like a fish out of water. &#8220;Where are we going, Adaliae?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I don&#8217;t know!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Control it&#8211; quick! 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