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Doctor Who Concept

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Currently doctor who characters have type 2 concept hax because of these
Memevores who can eat concepts, or weapons that could erase TARDISes on a conceptual level

The problem is non of those is type 2 concept. Eating concepts is type 3 and the tardis is not a type 2 concept
 
From Zach:
MASTER: And if it never existed, it could never have left Gallifrey. You will never have meddled in the affairs of others, because that Tardis you stole wouldn't have been there at the precise moment when you made the decision to run. Because it was a rash decision, wasn't it, Doctor? Hmm? A decision from a lowly bookworm who dared to dream of another life beyond the cloisters of his home world. An impulse to act that would have faded away if that Tardis had not been there, waiting for you at that precise moment.
 
I think it's a reason for the concept eating to be type 2 due to the eating if it went through, affecting the past
 
I am sorry for the necro this but I have found the answer to this, the Memevores devour the concept of circles making it mathematically impossible to exist:

Grudgingly, Ambert began to read: ‘The obsession of the pre enlightenment cultures with this purely mythological geometric figure strikes us now as the most artificial aspect of those most artificial ages. To us, grounded in rationality and natural science – aware that every natural line is a fractal construct, composed of myriad straight infinitesimals – the mere idea of a “curve” is hard to grasp. Such gross things have no existence in nature, and can exist on paper only as a dash may represent, without actually being in reality, a dimensionless line-end. How much harder then is the idea of the “circle”. The closest real definition of this figure which has any resonance at all for our minds is that it is a polygon with an infinite number of sides. Such a shape would of course be impossible to construct in real space. Those clumsy fetish objects called “wheels” represent a cargo-cult response to problems in engineering that we have rightly rejected.’ His face, already red, turned a shade darker – so much so that Daniels thought that the Commander might be about to burst a blood vessel. ‘They don’t believe in circles?’ Ambert hissed. ‘It isn’t possible! What is this rubbish?’

It’s part of a monograph by a local philosopher sir, it’s called ‘The Myth of the Non-straight Line’. I swear to you sir, they aren’t faking it, sir. We’ve interviewed dozens of colonists, children as well as adults. If you show them a circle, they squint at it a bit and tell you you’ve drawn an infinitely regular polygon. One of them told me that the irrational nature of pi proved that circles were impossible, or that just drawing a figure on a piece of paper could create a item of information larger than the universe. They’ve been remarkably ingenious in converting their technology, but even so their efficiency is down. It’s as if they can’t see one, or can’t grasp what it’s for. Some of them have died, sir, from starvation.’

-The Taking of Planet 5
 
God Tiers like guardians can affect concepts (such as Fenric) that are not affected by the destruction of what they represent, after all they have escaped the destruction of the previous interaction of their Universe of Origin, also is mentions that the Black Guardian exists indifferent to total destruction of the existence since he is what Chaos represents.

while Fenric (Who represents Evil) existed before time itself and would not be affected by the destruction of the cosmos

The Celestial Intervention Agency, latterly the Celestis were Traitors Time Lords who erased themselves from history and built a world that was not limited by base reality and changes in time by doing a process similar to the Ultimate Sanction that basically is In order to escape the destruction of all existence caused by the Ultimate Sanction, the Time Lords would shed off their physical forms, becoming entities of pure consciousness freed from time and causality.

The Book of the War:
Conceptual Entities [Celestis: Engineered Participants]

Engineered beings or weapons (in many cases conceptual entities are both) which exist only as concepts, and have no provable substance at all.

This is a reasonably subtle idea, and several cultures involved in the War have had a difficult time grasping it. As conceptual entities only seem to effect the minds of their victims, it's often said that the entities are 'made out of pure thought', but this is clearly inaccurate as thought itself isn't a substance. Although many people are determined to think of the entities as telepathic presences, or neurological parasites, or in some cases even 'spirits', in fact it's more accurate to think of them as nothing more than hostile ideas. They exist by bypassing matter altogether, and instead give themselves structure inside the meanings of things.

For example, a victim affected by a conceptual entity might be reading a book and suddenly discover that there are messages in the text which shouldn't be there, communications from an entity which has (like any good idea) taken root in the invisible connection between the book and the reader's mind. The victim isn't hallucinating these messages. They have indeed been planted in the book, probably in exactly the same font and style as the rest of the text. But the entity hasn't changed the physical nature of the pages at all. Instead, the network of understanding which surround the reader-what Nevitz called ''the topology of comprehension''-has been used to alter the meaning behind the book. In effect, the entity has wormed its way into culture itself.

The Celestis are, at least in part, a race of high-intensity conceptual entities. It's therefore not surprising that the Celestis are still the masters of conceptual engineering, and in recent years those Celestis who oppose the Homeworld have supplied the enemy forces with a whole host of specially-designed military concepts. The most blatant of these are, of course, the anarchitects. To some extent the Celestis' realm of Mictlan is an entire conceptual ecosystem, and is to be thought to be unique in this respect. [See also fluxes.]
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All Lords of Mictlan are idea form
The Taking of Planet Five said:
In that part of the grey hours of Mictlan that felt like the time of debate, he attended the Last Parliament. He saw the minute and ceaseless interplay of the squabbles of his fellow Lords Celestial. The Lord of the Red Moon wished to invoke peer-right to suppress the chrono-logical changes proposed by the Duke of Knives and his coterie, but was opposed by the Grey Cardinals and the Chronometricists. Smoked Mirror inclined to Red Moon’s faction but had not yet given a commitment to either side. Vaguely he wondered why not. Had he some obligation to one of the Chronometricist Guild? If so he could not now recall it precisely. That was worrying. Like all the Lords Celestial, Smoked Mirror was linked to the block-transfer engines and computational matrices of which Mictlan was constructed. His memory was not held within his skull. As with all his fellows, his body was not him, but merely a convenient fiction, almost a legality, provided by the engines of Mictlan to ground his interaction with the other Celestis within a shared net of experience modelled on the customs of Old Gallifrey. In many ways the Celestis were creatures built out of habits. Tradition crept through their veins, like dust, but it was the tradition of the victor, of the upstart. They had escaped the war and all its sordid incidents. They had put themselves beyond incident, beyond the merely causal, and beyond the stars. Mictlan hung on the exterior hypersurface of the expanding bubble of real space-time like a bug riding a balloon. He was Mictlan, as were they all. Its purpose was to sustain them; their purpose was to live and move and have their being with in it. If it was threatened, if in some way it was failing, the very existence of the Celestis could be in danger. That was the other part of his feeling. It was fear.

While he had grappled with the problem of his memory, the speeches had been droning on. Absently he noted that the Duke of Knives was in the light now, a shimmer of clashing glints as of moving steel.

The Taking of Planet Five said:
Mictlan was – in its origin – a metaphysical bomb shelter. Removed from space-time, it and its occupants (if the two could in any real sense be distinguished except at the most simplistic of levels) were, in theory at least, immune to the time winds, to the possible changes being, or to be, wrought by the war. In theory, even if the Enemy had turned primordial Gallifrey into atoms or defused Omega’s stellar manipulator, or aborted the Time Lords’ history in any way, Mictlan should have remained – a node of information from a previous space time preserved after its collapse by the lack of a causal connection between itself and the war.

The Celestial Intervention Agency, latterly the Celestis, had, how ever, been careful to provide for the possibility that the theories maybe wrong. Beyond Mictlan, projected there in the same way as Mictlan itself, were the recordships. Black-box TARDISes, so called for their basic shape – for in that eventless void there was nothing for a TARDIS’s chameleon circuit to resemble – each continually scanning Mictlan, recording it, checking it.

In theory, even if Mictlan was affected by a space-time event, the black boxes, still further removed from the cause, should show the alteration against the copy of Mictlan’s specifications in their cores. Still, precisely because those mechanisms had themselves to reside in further bubbles of space-time anchored outside the micro-universe of Mictlan, their consultation was not, could not be, routine. Only the imprecision of the attack, if it was an attack, had left even enough memories to make the Celestis wish to consult their records.

Realising this, they were still further alarmed. Perhaps even now they were being further diminished, this time in ways more certain and more sure. Perhaps each following stroke was more absolute in its annihilation. Perhaps already they were a shadow of themselves.

Mictlan the World of Celestis was destroy by the Memevores

Stretched out into impossible knives, scalpels large enough to dissect
stars, the TARDISes linked to the ship piloted by the Doctor, spun and
pivoted around the edge of Mictlan, around the mass of the devouring
entity that had engulfed it.

In Mictlan, a Duke of Hell ran into the Bone Museum screaming, looking for something anything that might be turned into a weapon, grubbing among the bric-a-brac and flotsam of space and time. Then he wasn’t there – because there never was and never had been such a museum. He was pacing in the courtyard of his home waiting for his servants to bring him news of the attack. Their faces seemed unusually alive. Once he fancied he saw a smirk on the face of one of the undead. He deleted the servant instantly, but that small rebellion stuck cold at his resolve. Then he ceased to exist at all.

Mictlan’s memory systems fizzed and spluttered in the fabric of space itself as they fought to remember him, fought to remember everyone, but they too were failing. Alerted, the black-box TARDISes began to return with their cargoes of vital memories, but one by one their signals were ended as they impacted with the thing that had surrounded Mictlan with itself.

The Lord of the Red Moon stood on a crystal shard four miles high, part of the backbone of a great vampire, and shouted his curses at the night sky. The stars there were very different now. Each one was a mouth.



So Yes the verse has the requirement of Cm1
 
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