“Nothing about me indicates I can do anything but provide IT support in Sacramento—”

“You’re saying you couldn’t provide:

• 24-Hour Support
• Data Recovery
• Managed Services
• Free Network Assessments

…and all the other things you do at Noverus Innovations, Inc. if you weren’t in your cushy Sacramento offices?”

“Uh… I do tech consultation and delivery wherever I’ve got the tools. You kidnapped me in a spaceship call-box and landed me in the middle of some jungle; what do you expect?”

“Use this,” and the man who went by ‘The Doctor’ tossed Stephen Monk his strange-looking laser pointer.”

“What…?”

“Sonic screwdriver. Think what you want it to do, press the button on the side— that one— and aim it at the thing you’re trying to fix. Take… this broken communicator from the era where the cybermen first discovered time travel, for instance. Just point the sonic screwdriver, think of the circuitry mending, press the button, and concentrate.”

“I can’t—”

“And you won’t with that attitude, Monk.”

Getting Down To Business

Stephen Monk sighed, but decided to humor the strange space/time kidnapper. He concentrated, pointed the sonic screwdriver, and pressed the button. There was a whirring sound. The little communicator crackled to life with a cacophony like robots gargling.” What’s that noise!” Stephen exclaimed.

“Cybermen. Singing. Well, they don’t sing. They use atonal scales.”

“What are they singing about?”

” ‘Upgrading’ the universe— taking away all emotion. Sinister, eh? Like a plot some network executive might dream up at a TV studio to reel in younger audiences. But hey, it’s what cybermen do. Well, thanks for the help, Stephen. Now I’m going to need you to do one more thing, and then you can get back to your boring life providing IT support in Sacramento.”

“It’s not boring!”

“Now, you just used the screwdriver to hack coding of the cybermen subconsciously— I knew you could! Alas, I am from Gallifrey, and have two hearts; my psychology isn’t requisite to the task since these cybermen are futuristic Earth-derived monsters. So take this communicator, stand at that podium over there, and use the sonic screwdriver to help derive a consolidating hack. I’ll wait, this is a time machine, we’ve got eternity.”

Cyber Control

So, Stephen went to the podium and did that. It took about a week, real-time, but as he got into the work, he found he liked it. When finished, he brought a holo-tablet and demonstrated: “See, all you’ve got to do is give the ‘activate’ command, it sends out this override signal, then you can use your sonic screwdriver to direct them like nano-machines in a physical cloud.”

“Well done, Monk! Let’s try it out, eh?” The Doctor threw a lever on the wall, the Tardis turned inside out, he opened the front doors and there was a legion ten million strong of cybermen. “Hey you bunch of heartless tin cans! Look what this guy providing IT support in Sacramento just taught me how to do!” And The Doctor pressed the button on the sonic screwdriver, aiming it at them. Immediately all the monsters arched their backs and started treating one another as rabid felines while The Doctor laughed.

Stephen gulped. “Uh… can I go home now?”

“All in good time, Monk,” and the tardis traveled on.

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“Okay, Stephen Monk, so you provide IT services in Sacramento, you already told me what kind— I’ll recap:

• 24-Hour Managed Services
• Security
• File Sharing
• Data Recovery

..and a bevy of other services— I know these things; what I’m interested in is a networking fix utilizing cloud networks to overtake an IoT grid and use it as a sort of baseline consolidated internet linking multiple… computers, simultaneously. An Internet utilizing Internet-enabled devices in the billions, rather than data centers or cloud networks— are you with me?” The man had been doing various things in the massively spacious police call box as he said this. He had an intense English accent, and a swift, brusque way about him nonetheless charming.

“What kind of doctor did you say you were?” was all Stephen could respond.

“I’m a… general practitioner, let’s say. Now— can you do what I’m asking? I mean I know you can, Stephen, but I want to know you understand— of course Madman Monk could do it, right? The man who invented the printernet?”

That last term surprised Monk. “Printernet?”

A Glimpse of the Future

“You know, when IoT got involved with 3-D printing after the bugs were worked out and the devices could manufacture detailed circuitry on request? Your firm providing IT services in Sacramento recreated Super Mario World to scale, in three dimensions, in your offices— good gracious, you wouldn’t have forgotten?”

“Uh…”

“This is the same Stephen Monk who runs Noverus Innovations, Inc. in 2077, correct?”

“Well yeah, but it’s 2017, and I don’t know that I’ll live that long—”

“Oh, don’t play coy with me; you’ve just had a rejuvenation!”

“I have not! What are you suggesting?”

“Hm. Looks like I pulled out of the time stream prematurely.” The man sighed. “Again.” He was leaning on the sliding doors that he had pushed Stephen through. Abruptly a steel hand punched its way through, followed by a robotic voice screeching: “You will be upgraded—”

Handling Cybermen

The thin Englishman nonchalantly stuck the strange laser pointer up the metal nose of the monster. It made a strangled beeping noise, and then its head exploded. The man wiped off his laser pointer.

“What did you do to it?!” Stephen gasped.

“Gave it a whiff of joy. Cybermen disengage emotions. Little happiness fries their circuits. Alright then, well, I pulled you too early, but you’ll do. We’d better get moving; I’m going to need you to infect an eight billion-strong network of these things.”

“What, like I’m just going to drop what I’m doing, and—”

“For Pete’s sake,” the man calling himself “The Doctor” leaned on a lever at the center of the large room. Suddenly everything got strange, that WHOOMwhoomWHOOMwhoomWHOOMwhoom sound returned, and for the barest of moments, Stephen felt queasy.

Stephen wanted out. “Well sir… listen, best of luck with your… IoT. I need to go,” and he stepped through the front door he had entered, intending to go back to his normal life providing IT services in Sacramento—

Then he stepped right back inside the police call-box. “Excuse me Mr… The Doctor— was there a jungle outside, just a moment ago?”

“No, it was a parking lot.”

“Ah.” Stephen came back in and sat down on a piece of science fiction vagueness amidst the general clutter of the Tardis. “What was it… again… you needed help with?”

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IT consulting in Sacramento was very rewarding for CEO Stephen Monk. The Internet of Things (IoT) and cloud computing had revolutionized operations, and it kept him working at the IT offices he managed longer than was his custom. But it was a good kind of fatigue that gripped him as he ran hands through his hair, yawned, and made his way to his car. At three in the morning, the lot was empty except for his vehicle. He had his keys in the driver’s side door and would have been headed home, when an azure glow behind changed reality.

There was a low-pitched, thrumming kind of sound, a sort of WHOOMwhoomWHOOMwhoomWHOOMwhoom… and as Stephen watched, a rectangular box resembling an indigo phone booth appeared in the middle of the parking lot. It just sort of faded into existence, like a really bad special effect from the eighties. Only, Stephen knew that which was real. Soon the box was stationary, and on the front it read: “Police Call Box.”

The Thin Man

Silence reigned for a full second, until the door jangled open and a man made of elbows, knees, and tweed stumbled out waving a bright and throbbing laser-pointer that seemed incapable of projecting a beam. The man said, in a heavy English accent Stephen wasn’t able to immediately identify, “You must be the man from the monastery.”

“What?”

“You’re Stephen Monk, aren’t you?”

“How do you know my name? And I dislike jokes like that.”

“Ha! I knew you would. Well Mr. Monk, in approximately 72 seconds, the cyberman envoy from Gibblet Prime will arrive in a temporal manipulation device derived from a corroded and imploding Tardis that group of robotic blatherskites found drifting through a nebula 500 years from now. Unless you want to be ‘Upgraded’, I suggest you catch,” and the man threw the strange laser-pointer looking thing at Stephen, who caught it incidentally.

“Uh… see the building behind me?” Stephen asked. “I provide IT consulting in Sacramento, in addition to a number of other services like:

• File Sharing
• Data Backup
• Complete Data Protection
• Free Network Assessments
• 24-Hour Managed Services

…and much more under the auspices of my company Noverus Innovations, Inc. Unless you need anything like that, I’m afraid I can’t help you—”

“No, but brilliant way to use up your last thirty seconds as a non “upgraded” human being with emotions and reason. Oh, wait— I need an assessment on my Tardis— er, on this call box.”

“Do you?”

“Yes, won’t you take a look?”

Into The Box

Stephen rolled his eyes. It was the size of a phone booth, how bad could it be? But then… it had appeared out of nowhere— well, it was three in the morning, wasn’t it? Perhaps he was seeing things. Stephen walked over and looked inside—

Then jumped back with a cry, “It’s… bigger on the inside!”

“Yes, and see over there?”

The world had begun to tremble, and an evil green light was splitting apart the air like some evil science fiction specter. “What’s that?” Stephen asked, awed.

“The end of IT consulting in Sacramento if you don’t get in and help me,” said the strange man.

“Who are you?”

“I’m The Doctor,” and after being shoved, Stephen found himself inside a phone booth shaped call-box bigger than his offices.

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