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Ryan stopped.
“But isn’t it dangerous, going down there without some sort of defense?” he asked.
“Yes, but I have this,” the Professor responded pulling out a vial.
“What is it?” Ryan asked afraid to touch it.
“A nano-bot decelerator. It shuts down the nano-bots that are controlling electronics all over New York, and possibly, Earth.”
“Ok, so where do we put this decelerator thingy?”
“In the creature that created this mess, but only after I’ve given it a chance...

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The Professor opened the door to the antique store.
“So where is this device?” she asked Ryan as he came in.
The storekeeper had obviously run off in terror of the flying machine earlier. Ryan walked over to the table and picked up the device.
“Here it is,” Ryan said as he handed the device to the Professor.
She took it, pulled out a strange device that looked vaguely like a remote, pointed it at the DDG, and pushed random buttons on the remote thing. At least, they seemed...

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Ryan opened the door to his house.
“Mom, I’m home!” he shouted.
“Ryan! You’re late! You promised me you would be back by…Who’s this?” Mrs. Tyson asked as she walked into the room.
“Mom, this is…oh shoot! I never asked your name!”
“You can just call me the Professor,” the girl responded.
“Aren’t you a little young to teach?” Mrs. Tyson asked
“No, it’s just, my name is too hard too pronounce so everyone calls me the Professor.”
“Ryan, who’s this girl?” Mrs....

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A girl walked down the street. Anyone who looked at her would think she was perfectly normal, but she wasn’t. She looked at her watch. 1:00.
I hope I’m not too late, she sighed, I should probably run.
She ran as fast as she could towards the antique shop. All her investigating had led her to the British antique shop on fifth street.
She was just about to round a corner when she heard someone shout, “Help!”


“Help!” Ryan...

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I've never blogged before but I think I'll post my stories here. Ok, let's begin.

This story is fan fic for Doctor Who.

Ryan Tyson walked into a British Antique shop. He marveled at the beautiful antiques, which were older than New York City where he was, even older than America itself.
“Hello, may I help you?” said the shopkeeper as he came to the checkout counter.
“No, I’m just looking,” responded Ryan staring at an old chess table.
“Very...

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