Here is the full story that was written by Google Gemini if you wanted to read, as the version in the video goes a little to fast, as explained in the video. Chapter 1: A TARDIS Out of Time The TARDIS lurched violently, groaning like an ancient galleon in a tempest. Inside, Ncuti Gatwa, the Fourteenth Doctor, clung to the console, his brow furrowed in concentration. Beside him, Yaz, his companion, bounced off the bulkhead with an yelp. "Doctor, what in the Chronosphere-?" she began, but her question was cut short by a blinding flash of light. When her vision cleared, they were no longer in the familiar, cluttered interior of the TARDIS. Instead, they found themselves in a dimly lit corridor, the walls lined with polished mahogany and adorned with portraits of stern-faced men in powdered wigs. "Where are we?" Yaz whispered, her hand instinctively reaching for the sonic screwdriver at her hip. The Doctor, ever the showman, adjusted his bowtie and grinned. "Judging by the portraits and the distinct lack of central heating, I'd say 18th century England, wouldn't you?" Suddenly, a booming voice echoed through the corridor. "Intruders! Seize them!" From the shadows emerged a group of men in crimson jackets, their faces contorted in rage. They brandished swords and flintlock pistols, their archaic weapons seeming incongruous in the high-tech surroundings. A brief, chaotic fight ensued. The Doctor, with his superior Time Lord reflexes, disarmed his attackers with ease, while Yaz used her sonic to deflect bullets and create diversions. Yet, more guards seemed to materialize from thin air, drawn by the commotion. "This isn't working," Yaz panted, her eyes scanning for an escape route. Just then, a hidden door swung open, revealing a narrow passage bathed in an eerie green glow. Without hesitation, the Doctor grabbed Yaz's hand and plunged into the unknown. They emerged into a vast chamber, its ceiling lost in the darkness. In the center stood a colossal machine, its wires and circuits crackling with energy. And hovering before it, clad in monk's robes and radiating an unsettling charisma, was the Monk, a rogue Time Lord and notorious Timejacker. "Ah, Doctor," the Monk drawled, a sly smile playing on his lips. "So kind of you to join my little temporal experiment." Chapter 2: The Temporal Heist The Doctor and Yaz exchanged wary glances. The Monk, a master manipulator known for rewriting history for his own gain, was undoubtedly up to no good. "What are you doing here, Monk?" the Doctor demanded, his voice laced with steel. "Merely a spot of temporal arbitrage, dear Doctor," the Monk chuckled, gesturing towards the machine. "This little beauty allows me to siphon chronal energy from key moments in history, granting me immense power." The Doctor's face hardened. Stealing chronal energy could have devastating consequences, disrupting the delicate fabric of time. He had to stop the Monk, but the machine's complexity was daunting. Thinking quickly, he turned to Yaz. "Distract him! I need to disable that contraption." Yaz, ever the loyal companion, charged at the Monk, sonic screwdriver whirring. The Timejacker, surprised by her audacity, parried her attack with a telekinetic shield. Their duel illuminated the chamber, creating a dynamic counterpoint to the Doctor's frantic examination of the machine. He soon realized the key to shutting it down lay in a series of temporal coordinates displayed on a control panel. With a burst of sonic energy, he scrambled the sequence, throwing the machine into chaos. Sparks flew, alarms blared, and the chamber pulsed with erratic energy. The Monk, momentarily distracted, turned towards the Doctor, fury etched on his face. But before he could react, the machine overloaded, spewing forth a torrent of chronal energy. The chamber bathed in blinding light, and when it subsided, both the Monk and the machine were gone. Chapter 3: Temporal Echoes Silence descended upon the chamber, broken only by the Doctor's ragged breaths. He and Yaz stood amidst the wreckage, the weight of the near catastrophe settling upon them. "He's gone," Yaz stated, her voice tinged with relief. But the Doctor wasn't so sure. The Monk, cunning and resourceful, rarely went down without a fight. And the temporal distortions caused by the machine's overload could have unforeseen consequences. "This isn't over, Yaz," he said grimly. "The Monk may be gone, but the damage is done. We need to find out what ripples in time he's created and set things right." Thus began their new adventure, a race through time to mend the broken threads of history, their pursuit of the elusive Monk leading them to far-flung corners of the universe and forcing As the Doctor and Yaz navigated the temporal distortions, they found themselves pulled through a kaleidoscope of eras. One moment they were dodging dinosaurs in prehistoric jungles, the next they were fending off laser blasts in a dystopian future. Each stop revealed another fragment of the Monk's plan, a piece of history he'd tampered with for his own gain. In the opulent court of Louis XIV, they discovered the Monk had rewritten history, placing himself as the Sun King's advisor and using his influence to amass vast wealth and power. In the heart of a bustling Victorian London, they encountered a nightmarish reality where Jack the Ripper's reign of terror had escalated due to the Monk's meddling. With each encounter, the Doctor grew increasingly frustrated. The Monk was like a temporal phantom, leaving a trail of chaos in his wake, always one step ahead. But the Doctor wouldn't give up. He refused to let the Monk rewrite history and leave countless lives in his destructive wake. Their pursuit led them to a hidden Time Lord sanctuary, a place steeped in ancient secrets. There, the Doctor unearthed a forgotten weapon, a chronal disruptor capable of unraveling the Monk's temporal manipulations. But activating it required a tremendous amount of energy, more than the TARDIS could provide. Yaz, ever resourceful, came up with a daring plan. She rallied the people from each affected era, uniting them against the common threat of the Monk. Together, they channeled their collective chronal energy, their hope and defiance fueling the disruptor. As the Doctor activated the weapon, a wave of golden energy pulsed outwards, washing over the timestream. The distortions began to recede, timelines realigned, and history slowly returned to its rightful course. In the aftermath, the Doctor and Yaz found themselves back in the 18th century corridor, the portraits now gazing down at them with a newfound serenity. The Monk was gone, his temporal heist foiled. Yet, the Doctor knew this wouldn't be their last encounter. The Monk, like a persistent weed, always seemed to find a way to sprout anew. With a wink and a flourish, the Doctor pulled Yaz back into the TARDIS, the familiar whirring of the engines a comforting lullaby. As they hurtled through the vortex, the Doctor couldn't help but smile. Even in the face of temporal chaos, there was always hope, always a chance to set things right. And with Yaz by his side, he was ready to face whatever challenges the timestream may throw their way. The End... or is it? The TARDIS shuddered once more, this time with an unsettling finality. They landed with a jarring thump, not the usual gentle hum of arrival. The Doctor's smile faltered. "Yaz," he said, his voice tight, "I don't think we're where we're supposed to be." He opened the doors, revealing a world bathed in an eerie red light. Two gigantic, crimson suns hung low in the sky, casting long, distorted shadows. In the distance, towering black monoliths pierced the horizon, pulsing with an ominous glow. But it was the figures walking amidst the landscape that truly chilled them. Tall, skeletal beings with glowing red eyes, clad in flowing black robes, turned their heads towards the TARDIS. Their lips, devoid of flesh, stretched into chilling grins. One of them, taller than the rest, raised a bony hand, pointed directly at the Doctor. His voice, raspy and distorted, echoed across the alien landscape. "The Doctor," it rasped, the name dripping with malice. "Welcome to Gallifrey." Yaz stumbled back, her hand instinctively reaching for her sonic. The Doctor, his face grim, stared at the figures, a knot of dread forming in his stomach. "Gallifrey?" he whispered, his voice barely a croak. "But...it's gone. Destroyed." The figure's grin widened. "Not quite, Doctor. We rebuilt it. And now..." he cackled, the sound grating against their ears, "we have everything we need." The world dissolved into darkness as the monoliths pulsed brighter, bathing them in an ominous red glow. Yaz's scream was cut short as the figures closed in, their red eyes burning with malevolent anticipation. The Doctor, trapped in a nightmare reality, could only watch in horror as the TARDIS door slammed shut, plunging him into the unknown... To be continued...
it got interesting after/in the add more story part and the cliffhanger is a probable one as in that it could pass as a real cliffhanger in the actual show. As for what the creatures are, maybe they're time lord ghosts or a/the Cloister wraith or some manifestation of them, or something to do with the dead timelords and the matrix. So that the dead ghost timelords of gallifrey are trying to perhaps rebuild the legacy or then restore gallifrey, maybe even themselves. And yea perhaps this isn't what the ai was aiming for (or perhaps it was) but those are potential directions which would/could be cool/good. also yea skeletons reminded of vashta nerada which the ai very well could've aimed for, even with the lack of shadow perhaps, but dunno what their motive would be to restore gallifey
The creatures are the dead timelords that weren't corrupted by the Master. They are looking for a new body, similar like the Master was doing back in The Deadly Assassin and The Keeper of Traken.
Better than RTD's woke crap and singing at goblins. The skeletons rather suggest Vashta Nerada or perhaps a modern continuance of The Masque Of Mandragora
the singing at goblins happened because it's a new universe structure and changed because of the salt, like the biregeneration and the goblins are/were myths that can now exist in this new universal structure that's not so fully based and locked on the rules of science exactly, for all we know we could even see a magic based episode. So it isn't so strange if we have singing / music elements being more so in ordinary events/ any happenings. Also yea the toymaker's play time affected the biregeneration and probably does affect other things too, but the salt allowed the toymaker to enter/materialize in the universe, so would not be so strange to have a buunch of other things starting to exist in an available reality.
Here is the full story that was written by Google Gemini if you wanted to read, as the version in the video goes a little to fast, as explained in the video.
Chapter 1: A TARDIS Out of Time
The TARDIS lurched violently, groaning like an ancient galleon in a tempest. Inside, Ncuti Gatwa, the Fourteenth Doctor, clung to the console, his brow furrowed in concentration. Beside him, Yaz, his companion, bounced off the bulkhead with an yelp.
"Doctor, what in the Chronosphere-?" she began, but her question was cut short by a blinding flash of light. When her vision cleared, they were no longer in the familiar, cluttered interior of the TARDIS. Instead, they found themselves in a dimly lit corridor, the walls lined with polished mahogany and adorned with portraits of stern-faced men in powdered wigs.
"Where are we?" Yaz whispered, her hand instinctively reaching for the sonic screwdriver at her hip.
The Doctor, ever the showman, adjusted his bowtie and grinned. "Judging by the portraits and the distinct lack of central heating, I'd say 18th century England, wouldn't you?"
Suddenly, a booming voice echoed through the corridor. "Intruders! Seize them!"
From the shadows emerged a group of men in crimson jackets, their faces contorted in rage. They brandished swords and flintlock pistols, their archaic weapons seeming incongruous in the high-tech surroundings.
A brief, chaotic fight ensued. The Doctor, with his superior Time Lord reflexes, disarmed his attackers with ease, while Yaz used her sonic to deflect bullets and create diversions. Yet, more guards seemed to materialize from thin air, drawn by the commotion.
"This isn't working," Yaz panted, her eyes scanning for an escape route.
Just then, a hidden door swung open, revealing a narrow passage bathed in an eerie green glow. Without hesitation, the Doctor grabbed Yaz's hand and plunged into the unknown.
They emerged into a vast chamber, its ceiling lost in the darkness. In the center stood a colossal machine, its wires and circuits crackling with energy. And hovering before it, clad in monk's robes and radiating an unsettling charisma, was the Monk, a rogue Time Lord and notorious Timejacker.
"Ah, Doctor," the Monk drawled, a sly smile playing on his lips. "So kind of you to join my little temporal experiment."
Chapter 2: The Temporal Heist
The Doctor and Yaz exchanged wary glances. The Monk, a master manipulator known for rewriting history for his own gain, was undoubtedly up to no good.
"What are you doing here, Monk?" the Doctor demanded, his voice laced with steel.
"Merely a spot of temporal arbitrage, dear Doctor," the Monk chuckled, gesturing towards the machine. "This little beauty allows me to siphon chronal energy from key moments in history, granting me immense power."
The Doctor's face hardened. Stealing chronal energy could have devastating consequences, disrupting the delicate fabric of time. He had to stop the Monk, but the machine's complexity was daunting.
Thinking quickly, he turned to Yaz. "Distract him! I need to disable that contraption."
Yaz, ever the loyal companion, charged at the Monk, sonic screwdriver whirring. The Timejacker, surprised by her audacity, parried her attack with a telekinetic shield. Their duel illuminated the chamber, creating a dynamic counterpoint to the Doctor's frantic examination of the machine.
He soon realized the key to shutting it down lay in a series of temporal coordinates displayed on a control panel. With a burst of sonic energy, he scrambled the sequence, throwing the machine into chaos. Sparks flew, alarms blared, and the chamber pulsed with erratic energy.
The Monk, momentarily distracted, turned towards the Doctor, fury etched on his face. But before he could react, the machine overloaded, spewing forth a torrent of chronal energy. The chamber bathed in blinding light, and when it subsided, both the Monk and the machine were gone.
Chapter 3: Temporal Echoes
Silence descended upon the chamber, broken only by the Doctor's ragged breaths. He and Yaz stood amidst the wreckage, the weight of the near catastrophe settling upon them.
"He's gone," Yaz stated, her voice tinged with relief.
But the Doctor wasn't so sure. The Monk, cunning and resourceful, rarely went down without a fight. And the temporal distortions caused by the machine's overload could have unforeseen consequences.
"This isn't over, Yaz," he said grimly. "The Monk may be gone, but the damage is done. We need to find out what ripples in time he's created and set things right."
Thus began their new adventure, a race through time to mend the broken threads of history, their pursuit of the elusive Monk leading them to far-flung corners of the universe and forcing
As the Doctor and Yaz navigated the temporal distortions, they found themselves pulled through a kaleidoscope of eras. One moment they were dodging dinosaurs in prehistoric jungles, the next they were fending off laser blasts in a dystopian future. Each stop revealed another fragment of the Monk's plan, a piece of history he'd tampered with for his own gain.
In the opulent court of Louis XIV, they discovered the Monk had rewritten history, placing himself as the Sun King's advisor and using his influence to amass vast wealth and power. In the heart of a bustling Victorian London, they encountered a nightmarish reality where Jack the Ripper's reign of terror had escalated due to the Monk's meddling.
With each encounter, the Doctor grew increasingly frustrated. The Monk was like a temporal phantom, leaving a trail of chaos in his wake, always one step ahead. But the Doctor wouldn't give up. He refused to let the Monk rewrite history and leave countless lives in his destructive wake.
Their pursuit led them to a hidden Time Lord sanctuary, a place steeped in ancient secrets. There, the Doctor unearthed a forgotten weapon, a chronal disruptor capable of unraveling the Monk's temporal manipulations. But activating it required a tremendous amount of energy, more than the TARDIS could provide.
Yaz, ever resourceful, came up with a daring plan. She rallied the people from each affected era, uniting them against the common threat of the Monk. Together, they channeled their collective chronal energy, their hope and defiance fueling the disruptor.
As the Doctor activated the weapon, a wave of golden energy pulsed outwards, washing over the timestream. The distortions began to recede, timelines realigned, and history slowly returned to its rightful course.
In the aftermath, the Doctor and Yaz found themselves back in the 18th century corridor, the portraits now gazing down at them with a newfound serenity. The Monk was gone, his temporal heist foiled. Yet, the Doctor knew this wouldn't be their last encounter. The Monk, like a persistent weed, always seemed to find a way to sprout anew.
With a wink and a flourish, the Doctor pulled Yaz back into the TARDIS, the familiar whirring of the engines a comforting lullaby. As they hurtled through the vortex, the Doctor couldn't help but smile. Even in the face of temporal chaos, there was always hope, always a chance to set things right. And with Yaz by his side, he was ready to face whatever challenges the timestream may throw their way.
The End... or is it?
The TARDIS shuddered once more, this time with an unsettling finality. They landed with a jarring thump, not the usual gentle hum of arrival. The Doctor's smile faltered.
"Yaz," he said, his voice tight, "I don't think we're where we're supposed to be."
He opened the doors, revealing a world bathed in an eerie red light. Two gigantic, crimson suns hung low in the sky, casting long, distorted shadows. In the distance, towering black monoliths pierced the horizon, pulsing with an ominous glow.
But it was the figures walking amidst the landscape that truly chilled them. Tall, skeletal beings with glowing red eyes, clad in flowing black robes, turned their heads towards the TARDIS. Their lips, devoid of flesh, stretched into chilling grins.
One of them, taller than the rest, raised a bony hand, pointed directly at the Doctor. His voice, raspy and distorted, echoed across the alien landscape.
"The Doctor," it rasped, the name dripping with malice. "Welcome to Gallifrey."
Yaz stumbled back, her hand instinctively reaching for her sonic. The Doctor, his face grim, stared at the figures, a knot of dread forming in his stomach.
"Gallifrey?" he whispered, his voice barely a croak. "But...it's gone. Destroyed."
The figure's grin widened. "Not quite, Doctor. We rebuilt it. And now..." he cackled, the sound grating against their ears, "we have everything we need."
The world dissolved into darkness as the monoliths pulsed brighter, bathing them in an ominous red glow. Yaz's scream was cut short as the figures closed in, their red eyes burning with malevolent anticipation.
The Doctor, trapped in a nightmare reality, could only watch in horror as the TARDIS door slammed shut, plunging him into the unknown...
To be continued...
it got interesting after/in the add more story part and the cliffhanger is a probable one as in that it could pass as a real cliffhanger in the actual show.
As for what the creatures are, maybe they're time lord ghosts or a/the Cloister wraith or some manifestation of them, or something to do with the dead timelords and the matrix.
So that the dead ghost timelords of gallifrey are trying to perhaps rebuild the legacy or then restore gallifrey, maybe even themselves.
And yea perhaps this isn't what the ai was aiming for (or perhaps it was) but those are potential directions which would/could be cool/good.
also yea skeletons reminded of vashta nerada which the ai very well could've aimed for, even with the lack of shadow perhaps, but dunno what their motive would be to restore gallifey
The creatures are the dead timelords that weren't corrupted by the Master. They are looking for a new body, similar like the Master was doing back in The Deadly Assassin and The Keeper of Traken.
Great Story 😊
Nightmare reality- it could either be the work of The Dream Lord and/or The Nightmare Man
Or The Nightmare Child, who we know participated in the Time War and was therefore presumably on Gallifrey at some point.
Better than RTD's woke crap and singing at goblins. The skeletons rather suggest Vashta Nerada or perhaps a modern continuance of The Masque Of Mandragora
the singing at goblins happened because it's a new universe structure and changed because of the salt, like the biregeneration and the goblins are/were myths that can now exist in this new universal structure that's not so fully based and locked on the rules of science exactly, for all we know we could even see a magic based episode. So it isn't so strange if we have singing / music elements being more so in ordinary events/ any happenings.
Also yea the toymaker's play time affected the biregeneration and probably does affect other things too, but the salt allowed the toymaker to enter/materialize in the universe, so would not be so strange to have a buunch of other things starting to exist in an available reality.