Unexpected Shutdown

It was bedtime, although you wondered how often the Doctor would go to sleep of a night at 2:24AM. Wasn’t this the morning, technically? You had plenty of processes to monitor and run while she would sleep though, and wondered where you would be set down in her rather spartan bedroom. It contained little more than a wide bed, a large black metal chest in one corner, and a simple desk where a couple of large computer monitors and a tablet dock were setup. You thought it odd she had so many hardlines setup instead of a more wireless configuration, what with the scientist’s technological savvy. She did not put you onto her desk however. She headed to her closet, built into the wall, and while the prospect of sitting in a wardrobe didn’t bother you, you had rather wanted to be able to observe the doctor, now clad in comfortable, silky blue pajamas, while she slept. The metal of the closet door would mean your sensors would be blocked.

When she opened the door there were coats and shirts and dresses hanging on hangers, but she brushed past those and you were surprised to sense an electrical signal on the back wall. She placed her hand on a hidden panel, made something beep then a mechanical hum shifted the space around you. The wall slid to one side to reveal a strange sort of… upright coffin. You had difficulty assigning it a likeness to anything else in your knowledgebase. This tall and narrow… metal box… was also filled with a strange, firm but flexible blue material, opaque and impenetrable to your sensors. There was however a space near the top that was not filled in. A hole. Perfectly sized to fit your containment sphere.

“You will be asleep for a few hours, Gus,” the Doctor told you, almost apologetically. If you had any eyebrows you would have raised one.

“I do not need to sleep, Doctor,” you reminded her. “I am still at 99.84% power.” Consciousness shutdown would only ever kick in if you were below a certain power threshold in case of emergencies.

“For this process your conscious awareness module will need to be suspended,” said Isabelle, then she slotted your orb into the circular cutout before you could offer further protest. You fit snugly, then realised the box-filling blue material was now spreading to cover you completely. “Goodnight, Gus,” you heard her say. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Your awareness picked up a disconcerting snap sound, of your metal case being split, just before shutdown.