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Susan watches as Grandfather strips wires from the insides of alien technology and gently twist them into exposed parts of the console. The pair had noticed glitches in the translation matrix, so they prepared for it’s inevitable demise; they stopped speaking Gallifreyan to practice languages translatable by inferior equipment.
Susan takes off her headphones. “There isn’t a good word for this in Galactic Standard, Federation Standard, Earth English (that’s most important, it’s my favorite), or anything else.” She makes a gesture aiming to encompass the entirety of their ship. “Let's call it the TARDIS--Time and Relative Dimension in Space.”