Re: Heaven or hell
Is that a control inhibitor?
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I thought he kept it in his satchel.
In all versions of the story, Ford carried around his satchel, which contained a variety of useful items. The satchel contained un-Earthly technology: a Sub-Etha Sens-O-Matic, an Electronic Thumb, and a copy of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. In the book, Ford's satchel also contains a couple of dog-eared scripts for plays that he pretended he was auditioning for, a few biros, a notepad, and a largish bath towel from Marks and Spencer. Ford always made sure he had his towel.
The Doctor reveals the limit of breaths is an algorithm to stop people "wasting" oxygen, part of the company's automated profit-making system; killing the wearers was just the logical endpoint of corporate profit over human life.
He hacks the station's systems to cause the station to self-destruct if they are killed, and convinces the others this is a "good death" and revenge against the corporation.
The computers recognise this threat to corporate profits and recalculate the suits' programming, and the zombies turn over their oxygen supplies to the survivors.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oxygen_(Doctor_Who)
Icon - Looking for me sonic.
That reminds me of a old tale* in Television Magazine told by Les Lawry-Jones about having to fit a replacement tube in upside down & stretch the final anode lead as the original tube was no longer available or as may well be the case from reading the comments above had been shipped one in error for the southern hemispheres.
*My memory is a right bastard for remembering useless shit like that, but not useful stuff, link to the LLJ archive here - https://www.vintage-radio.info/llj/
Icon for LLJ, HB & the dogs.
I seem* to recall my father & his building site buddies doing that once (Or at least severely depleting the stock available for Christmas Eve\Day\Boxing Day).
*I was designated driver to collect him that Christmas Eve & by chance ended up in the same pub later that night to hear the Landlord grumbling loudly about his lost Christmas profits.
For the most part I've only received employers own branded tat & clothing, a great many polo shirts from one employer & a fleece is still utilised 20 years later, albeit for dirtier tasks.
My last employer, provided very nice shirts to wear, but on getting the push I was so incensed that set about de-branding them as the company logo was adhered by heat transfer (I always meant to get some new transfers to cover up the mark).
We also received a number of branded merch that our boss shared out, I have a rather nice insulated Cisco branded travel mug for my truck (It was a godsend keeping my tea hot while driving down through the US in -32C in December).
Current employers have yet to send out any "workware" & the client site tends to give out freebies & lunches (Etc) only to it's direct employees (Which is a little awkward at times for them as well as myself & one other who are surrounded by them).
An ex-colleague (Somehow running two text conversations & a phone call to 3 different ladies (Pre distracted driving laws)) & my ex-brother in-law* would drive the streets of Essex & Kent in typical London wide boy style.
Putting them in a car (As driver or passenger) in a country lane & watching them enter a state of high anxiety was hilarious.
*Who despite being a father of two, his first time seeing heavily pregnant cows being walked to milking, thought the whole calf/udder area was one gigantic pair of breasts
I was thinking of the machine that goes ding.
The Doctor: Tracked you down with this. This is my Timey-Wimey detector. Goes ding when there’s stuff. Also, it can boil an egg at thirty paces. Whether you want it to or not, actually. So I’ve learned to stay away from hens. It’s not pretty when they blow (Icon).