fandomhigh | History in Living Colour - Friday, Period 3 (Week 1)

The Danger Shop was the place to be for students who were taking the Doctor's class. Conveniently, the Doctor was there and had programmed it to look like a cocktail party. People seemed to be mingling about and there were little holographic canapés and non-alcoholic drinks being served.

The Doctor met the students at the door. "Hello, I'm the Doctor. This is History in Living Colour and there's a syllabus to grab on the way out if you don't want to be surprised by what's coming up. I went to a lot of trouble to make those, so don't go making paper aeroplanes out of them or anything." They did make for great paper aeroplanes though. He'd tried it earlier. "The class will be about Earth's history, so if you know absolutely nothing about Earth, I suggest picking up a book and giving yourself a crash course or asking around. I'll be assuming you know at least something about the planet you're on by next week. Right! Lesson one. History is about the people. Inside you'll find three different men who have played a significant role in the development of Earth's history.

Abraham Lincoln was the 16th President of the United States and one of the most significant. Gave some great speeches. Never gets old listening to them. He's the fellow with the big hat.

Socrates is the guy in the toga. Greek. He's one of the founders of Western philosophy and has a good appreciation for irony.

Then there's Sigmund Freud. He's the one in the suit with the cigar. He had a lot on his mind and an obsession with mothers and phallic objects. Well, there's more to it, but I don't want to spoil all the fun.

Today's class is simple. Go in there, mingle, get to know each other, introduce yourselves and then go corner Abe, Socrates or Freud and ask them a question or two, and for the purposes of the exercise, they can all speak English."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Lola tilted her head. "Why do you think that?"

This was fun.

"Why do you care what I think?" he asked in return, quite enjoying himself.

"Do you think I shouldn't care?"

"Ahh, but the question is: do you think you should care?"

Lola nodded. "I think maybe I should not."

"Interesting." He pulled a notebook out of his jacket and made a note. "Most interesting."

"Do you not agree?"

"It doesn't matter whether I agree or not," he said, looking up from his writing. "What is important is what you think, and you think you should not care. Why do you think you shouldn't care?"

"Because I think you are only a computer program."

He snapped his notebook shut, offended, and stared at her over the tops of his glasses. "I can see discovering the root of your obsessions will be a long and complex process."

"You think because I don't care what you think, I am obsessed?"

"I tell you what you do not wish to hear, and you dismiss me," he said, still sounding offended. "Your problems must be deeply rooted in your unconscious mind. Do you not want to discover what they are?"

"But I think it's you who dismisses me. You are a computer program. You've been dead for many years."

He glared. "I believe this conversation is over," he informed her, and tucked his notebook away.

Lola shrugged. "Okay. I'm sorry I made you angry."

History in Living Colour - Friday, Period 3 (Week 1)

Re: Sigmund Freud

Re: Sigmund Freud

Re: Sigmund Freud

Re: Sigmund Freud

Re: Sigmund Freud

Re: Sigmund Freud

Re: Sigmund Freud

Re: Sigmund Freud

Re: Sigmund Freud

Re: Sigmund Freud

Re: Sigmund Freud

Re: Sigmund Freud

Re: Sigmund Freud

Re: Sigmund Freud

Re: Sigmund Freud