[Narvin's face freezes for a moment, like a computer screen on the verge of crashing. Then, after a nanospan or two, his backups kick in, pushing his brain back into action.
But he still doesn't know how to answer that question. So he starts off with broader biological elements that aren't specific to reproduction.]
Our bodies are essentially unchanged since the time of Rassilon. He made significant alterations to our biology himself, practically redesigned the species from the inside out, but after that our forms have been largely stable. We control our genetics through the looms so there has been no evolutionary drift or pressure of natural selection in a billion years.
[But that only half answers the question.]
Our reproduction problem is one of sterility not...ah...physical configuration. Legend has it that the Pythia, the tyrant who ruled Gallifrey before Rassilon's revolution, cursed the species with sterility as she died in the vindictive hope that all of Gallifrey would slowly perish with her, leaving the planet a dead world. I suspect that it was something more prosaic, perhaps a side effect of some type of now forgotten biological weapon that was used in the revolution.
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But he still doesn't know how to answer that question. So he starts off with broader biological elements that aren't specific to reproduction.]
Our bodies are essentially unchanged since the time of Rassilon. He made significant alterations to our biology himself, practically redesigned the species from the inside out, but after that our forms have been largely stable. We control our genetics through the looms so there has been no evolutionary drift or pressure of natural selection in a billion years.
[But that only half answers the question.]
Our reproduction problem is one of sterility not...ah...physical configuration. Legend has it that the Pythia, the tyrant who ruled Gallifrey before Rassilon's revolution, cursed the species with sterility as she died in the vindictive hope that all of Gallifrey would slowly perish with her, leaving the planet a dead world. I suspect that it was something more prosaic, perhaps a side effect of some type of now forgotten biological weapon that was used in the revolution.