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Jan. 7th, 2008 09:49 pmMovie Prompts: 8. Human thought is so primitive, it's looked upon as an infectious disease in some of the better galaxies. That kind of makes you proud, doesn't it? From Men In Black
“Human thought is so primitive, it’s looked upon as an infectious disease in some of the better galaxies.” The man chuckled, eyes wrinkling with wry amusement as he smiled. “That kind of makes you proud, doesn’t it?”
“Honestly, K.” Even in her early fifties, Sarah Jane could not help but roll her eyes at that statement. She glanced away from the passing Hudson River scenery to look up at her walking companion. She arched an eyebrow, questioning. “You don’t exactly strike me as the sort of man to have an inferiority complex. I was taught to consider human thought as a burgeoning promise, not a disease.”
“We’re too loud. The number of races in the galaxy that think--”
“I think we’re wonderful. And if you just took a moment to step away from the job, I believe you’d realize that as well. Just look at Luke.”
K raised a finger. “Alien manufactured.”
“But he holds the potential,” Sarah Jane stressed.
However, he stony look on his face hinted that she would never win this discussion. Holiday to New York City had been much more eventful than she had ever imagined it to be. The Brigadier would have a lot of explaining to do when she returned to England. Starting with the fact that UNIT and Torchwood were not the only alien defense agency on the planet. It had surprised her at first, almost more than the run-in with the Zygon had. Now though… now her curiosity was peaked.
And not just by the agency.
“K,” she murmured, only half aware that had stopped walking. “You’re being daft.”
“Right now, a million miles away, your thoughts are radiating through the infrastructure of a sensitive Correllian scanner.” He shook his head, breaking gaze for a moment to look up at the setting sun. “The scanner is supposed to be looking for frequencies of colliding nebulas. Instead, it picks up on a stray human thought regarding the color of eyes: insignificant and ridiculous.”
Sarah had to admit that he did have very nice eyes. But it was far from what she was thinking right now. So she only smiled and caressed his cheek. “You’re wrong.”
For the briefest of moments, K blinked. He was startled by her action. Then, a millisecond later, he returned to his stiff and proper self. The perfect policeman: polite, gentlemanly, but stern. He was certainly the most interesting bit about this trip. His history alone was fascinating. His personality, Sarah found, even more so.
“Come back to England for a spell. Let me show you my world. I promise that it will completely fascinate you.”
“UNIT?” he asked doubtfully.
“No,” she answered, smiling. Sarah stroked his cheek again, staring up at him. “You see, Earth can be as much of an adventure to. We live on a glorious planet and if you just paused for a moment to appreciate it. It is a difficult lesson to learn, especially for daft old fools like us. But oh, how it’s worth it, K. It is so very worth it.”
She took a deep breath before continuing. “Because we’re not infectious diseases, you see. I don’t care what the rest of the galaxies think, K. It’s about time you learned something new.”
“You can’t teach an old dog new tricks.”
“But you can always try.”
“Human thought is so primitive, it’s looked upon as an infectious disease in some of the better galaxies.” The man chuckled, eyes wrinkling with wry amusement as he smiled. “That kind of makes you proud, doesn’t it?”
“Honestly, K.” Even in her early fifties, Sarah Jane could not help but roll her eyes at that statement. She glanced away from the passing Hudson River scenery to look up at her walking companion. She arched an eyebrow, questioning. “You don’t exactly strike me as the sort of man to have an inferiority complex. I was taught to consider human thought as a burgeoning promise, not a disease.”
“We’re too loud. The number of races in the galaxy that think--”
“I think we’re wonderful. And if you just took a moment to step away from the job, I believe you’d realize that as well. Just look at Luke.”
K raised a finger. “Alien manufactured.”
“But he holds the potential,” Sarah Jane stressed.
However, he stony look on his face hinted that she would never win this discussion. Holiday to New York City had been much more eventful than she had ever imagined it to be. The Brigadier would have a lot of explaining to do when she returned to England. Starting with the fact that UNIT and Torchwood were not the only alien defense agency on the planet. It had surprised her at first, almost more than the run-in with the Zygon had. Now though… now her curiosity was peaked.
And not just by the agency.
“K,” she murmured, only half aware that had stopped walking. “You’re being daft.”
“Right now, a million miles away, your thoughts are radiating through the infrastructure of a sensitive Correllian scanner.” He shook his head, breaking gaze for a moment to look up at the setting sun. “The scanner is supposed to be looking for frequencies of colliding nebulas. Instead, it picks up on a stray human thought regarding the color of eyes: insignificant and ridiculous.”
Sarah had to admit that he did have very nice eyes. But it was far from what she was thinking right now. So she only smiled and caressed his cheek. “You’re wrong.”
For the briefest of moments, K blinked. He was startled by her action. Then, a millisecond later, he returned to his stiff and proper self. The perfect policeman: polite, gentlemanly, but stern. He was certainly the most interesting bit about this trip. His history alone was fascinating. His personality, Sarah found, even more so.
“Come back to England for a spell. Let me show you my world. I promise that it will completely fascinate you.”
“UNIT?” he asked doubtfully.
“No,” she answered, smiling. Sarah stroked his cheek again, staring up at him. “You see, Earth can be as much of an adventure to. We live on a glorious planet and if you just paused for a moment to appreciate it. It is a difficult lesson to learn, especially for daft old fools like us. But oh, how it’s worth it, K. It is so very worth it.”
She took a deep breath before continuing. “Because we’re not infectious diseases, you see. I don’t care what the rest of the galaxies think, K. It’s about time you learned something new.”
“You can’t teach an old dog new tricks.”
“But you can always try.”
