The Inforarium

Inforarium...

"Data breach!" A man said, in an advanced room with monitors, a warning goes off and he hits some buttons. "There's been a data breach in the core drives. We are compromised, I repeat: we are compromised…"

The man hits call waiting sign.

"Hello! Nice to see you again." The Doctor said, appearing, holding a cup of tea.

"It really is nice to see you again." Jared said, appearing, eating a slice of pound cake.

"Who the hell are the both of you?" A man asked.

"Ugh. How quickly they forget us."

"I'm the Doctor. This is Jared." The Doctor said.

"This is the Inforarium. It's the greatest source of illicit information in recorded history. I'm cool with it. It's your business, not ours." Jared said.

"But you've been selling it, to the Daleks and the Cybermen and the Sontarans, that's just naughty." The Doctor said, while the man pushes the button on controls. "If you're trying to raise the alarm, I wouldn't bother. Jared and I, we're not really here, we're a recorded message."

"You're what?" The man asked.

"A recorded message."

"Then how can the both of you be replying to me?"

"This person is so slow, Spaceman." Jared said, annoyed.

"You're right, he is very predictable." The Doctor said. "Thing is…Jared and I are on a bit of a mission at the moment. We've been deleting every piece of information about ourselves and Jared's friends from every database in the Universe."

"Why?" The man asked.

"The Doctor wants to be alone. And you've been endangering all of my friends." Jared said, sadly. "I can't have that. Like, some of my friends have been in constant danger for years. Due to the information you've been selling."

"Well neither of you can't delete it from here. All that data is quantum stored. It exists at twelve levels of reality, and…" The man said.

"Right now you're probably boasting about twelve levels of reality." The Doctor said.

"That's boring!" Jared said, scoffing.

"You're right, we can't delete any of YOUR data…but we CAN memory-proof it."

"Memory what?" The man asked.

"Any information from this facility concerning me, Jared, and his friends will be forgotten seconds after it is learned. Clever trick. Learned it from the Silence."

"That's impossible."

"Anything about me, the Doctor, the Last of the Time Lords…"

"And anything about me and my friends. And knowledge concerning my friends. About Magical Girls, the Incubators, Witches, Familiars, Grief Seeds, and Soul Gems. Or anything about Remnant, whether it's from the Maidens to Aura to Salem." Jared said, smirking. "Or the Seed. With virtual worlds, Sword Art Online, ALFheim Online, or Gun Gale Online. Anything about Symphogear or it's Relics. The information about any of that will just disappear from your mind like it was never there."

"It can't be done." The man said.

"You know what…you better check your drives." The Doctor said.

The holograms of the Doctor and Jared flickers off.

The man blinks and looks confused, before seeing the alarm and hitting buttons, "Data breach…there's been a data breach in the core drives. We are compromised. I repeat: we are compromised…"

"Hello! Nice to see you again." The Doctor said, while his hologram appears again.

"It really is nice to see you again." Jared said, appearing, eating a slice of pound cake.

"Who the hell are the both of you?" A man asked.

"Ugh. How quickly they forget us."

"I'm the Doctor. This is Jared."

"This is the Inforarium…" Jared said.