[Here’s an addendum to the this week’s Mind Meld that asked: Where would you take the T.A.R.D.I.S., coming from Rachel Swirksy]
The Doctor takes his companions on whirlwind adventures. But I’m hoping that there are some moments that don’t make it on the TV show because they are too boring.
I want to go on a between-TV-episodes trip. I want to go on a boring trip.
Somewhere, in the future, there must be a famous idyll of cultural, artistic, and scientific achievement, characterized by its peaceful and friendly people, and its beautiful environs. Somewhere, in that place, there must be a thriving metropolis where you can walk from museum to museum, and attend artistic performances, and meet humans and aliens from across the galaxy.
I want to go to the museum exhibits, and learn from the scientists, and thrill to the art of peoples whose experiences are totally different from mine. I want to meet aliens who are brilliant and fascinating and inhuman in interesting but non-deadly ways. Maybe those tree aliens with whom Christopher Eccleston exchanged the breath from his lungs.
All of history, I realize, has its burnt edges of instability, oppression, war, hatred, and poverty. But this is science fiction, for heaven’s sake. If the laws of reality can be suspended enough to allow the Doctor’s wondrous box, then why can’t there be, somewhere in the vastness of space and time, a lacuna of peace and beauty?
In fact, if the Doctor wanted to scoop up me and my husband and just leave us there, I would probably do it. Even better if he’d bring my parents, too.
But a sightseeing tour would do. A day – or more, however long I could wheedle – promenading with aliens and art and awe.
I have to admit, I’d actually watch that episode. “The Doctor’s Great Museum Tour.” I might be the only one, but I’d be glued to the screen.