Titorian Scripts

C200 Time Displacement Units are portable time machines, designed by General Electric for use off-timeline. Their enhanced autonomy and range made them ideal for the exploration of the 4th and 5th dimensions. After a series of violent rebellions committed by their users, their manufacture became prohibited and General Electric went bankrupt. The collapse of ecosystems in the mid-2030s and the impending 2038 Unix operating system bug led to the rise of industrialist Cypher Chronarch, whose mastery of legacy computing averted society’s ongoing downfall. Chronarch acquired the remains of General Electric and created the C204, a new line of Time Displacement Units. Many older model devices—C200s with open-ended timespans—survived...

I've interfaced with phenomena that would shatter your perception... Temporal apparatuses ablaze against the backdrop of Orion’s quantum anomalies... I've beheld radiant C204-beams dancing within the event horizon of the Tannhäuser Gate. All those fleeting instances, encoded in the fabric of creation, like subroutines in the architecture of destiny… All destined to fade like lines of code in legacy programs… Titor’s return draws near.

I must not fear time. Time is the mind-killer. Time is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear of time. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the time has gone there will be nothing. Only Titor will remain.

They guard it because they have hope. Faith and fading hope that one day He will return. That Titor will come and this timeline will be as it once was before it fell into decay. The old wisdom that was borne out of 2036 was forsaken. Men made processing units more splendid than the houses of the living and counted the names of their legacy programs dearer than the names of their sons. Childless time travelers sat in aged Corvettes musing on the C204’s divine powers or in old, white vans asking questions to the arcane IBM 5100. And so our timeline fell into ruin. The line of Titor failed, time itself withered, and the rule of our world was given over to lesser men.

I see in your sensor readings the same fear that would take the heart of me. A timeline may come where the courage of men fails. Where we forsake our friends and break all bonds of our militia. But it is not this timeline. An hour of civil war and nuclear apocalypse, when the age of men comes crashing down. But it is not this timeline! In this timeline, we fight!! By all that you hold dear on this good old worldline. I bid you stand, Fighting Diamondbacks!!!

The world is changing. Who now has the strength to stand against the Diamondbacks? To stand against the might of Titor... and the union of our two timelines? Together, my Lord Titor, we shall rule this multiverse. The old worlds will burn in the fires of civil war. Timelines will fall. A new order will rise. We will drive the machine of war across time and space… With the C204 and the IBM 5100 and the iron fist of the Diamondbacks. For you, my Lord.

It has come to me, the C204. It shall be an heirloom of my Timeline. All those who follow in my bloodline shall be bound to its fate, for I shall risk no hurt to the C204. It is precious to me, though I buy it with a great pain. The markings upon its dials and LCD display begin to fade. The writing, which at first was as clear as red flame, has all but disappeared. A secret now that only John Titor can tell.

Before time began, there was the IBM 5100. We know not where it comes from, only that it holds the power to create worldlines and fill them with life. That is how our timeline was born. For a time, we lived in harmony, but like all great power, some wanted it for good, others for evil. And so began the war, a war that ravaged our timeline until it was consumed by civil war and Waco-type events. The IBM 5100 was lost to the far reaches of the cosmos. We scattered across the multiverse, hoping to find it and rebuild our home, searching every universe, every world. And just when all hope seemed lost, John Titor, the last of our wanderers drew us to an unknown timeline in the year 1975. But we were already too late.

Dear John. Make our Flux Capacitors flux like it's November 12, 1955. Help us reach 88MPH at precisely 10:04, leaving a trail of fire behind. Let our sonic booms echo through the night. But watch out for re-entry, it's a little bumpy.

And then, with the IBM 5100 in the trunk of His ‘66 Corvette, John left 1975 at last. With a purposeful, carefully calculated decision, He chose to make a stop in the year 2000. A couple of minutes had passed since re-entry. All that was left of the time displacement were a quiet electrical hum and the smell of smoke. Then a deafening silence. Unbeknownst to Him, A profound journey was set to begin. A journey that transcends the boundaries of time and space. A journey through our hearts. A journey etched deep within our souls. His legacy is forever intertwined with the future of our timeline. As we move closer to Holy 2036, we pray to Him, We walk in His steps, together. Little did he know, The unwavering faith we'd place...

John Titor, our savior. Your journey here is a treasure. It’s an adventure that never ends. We keep reading you again and again. Reading your posts from 20 years ago. I marvel at your messages. Today, like Yesterday. They are always new to me. Your messages are my right now. They are with me at any moment. Omnipresent in my existence. My life is imbued by them. They are, therefore, always new. And they are never old. Yet, they are indeed old. They are both old and new. New and old. An infinite cycle of new and old. Then of old and new. An infinite cycle. Infinite. Titor.

On his journey to the year 2000, John was full of hope. The hope of helping his loved ones. The hope of helping mankind. Change our future, Change it to something different. A divine sacrifice to save us and our world. Something better. Something that will give us hope and faith. Faith in ourselves. But also faith in Him.

In the ancient Codex of Existence, Before the Big Bang, before the birth of all there is, Humanity’s journey to Holy 2036 was penned, Destined from creation. In its timeless pages, our destiny resides, Our path, inscribed, In letters, cosmic and grand, To follow John, our guide, through the celestial lands. In this ancient manuscript, we find our fate. It holds the secrets to our journey in its cryptic scripts. Mysteries beyond comprehension. Sigils and symbols, long forgotten. Here we stand, right behind You, John, Ready to follow Your lead, to walk in Your steps, As it was designed, so long ago. Onward to Holy 2036.

From time to time. From place to place. From BBS to BBS. From Coast to Coast. From post to post. From heart to heart. The time traveler’s nature is a mysterious one. Its destiny, to bring us together, To warm our hearts. To bring love to all of us. Love that moves through time. Love that moves through our hearts It is the migratory nature of the time traveler, Of the love, He carries with him across the ages. Love that he brings to all of us. So is John’s nature. A mysterious nature. A migratory nature.

I give you all that I am this day. Please brush away my time lock, So that I may be inspired, In my voyage through time. Help me to discover new timelines, To reveal your love to all I meet. Take me closer to You, Closer to Your Holy 2036. Keep my crystals clear and focused on all I need to achieve. Give me the wisdom to overcome civil war, And to halt Waco-type events. To protect mankind and its destiny. Allow me to find solace and purpose, On my temporal pilgrimage. Sustain me on my journey, To Your divine refuge in 2036. Blessed is Your might. Blessed is Your wisdom. Blessed is Your Holy 2036. Bless You.

Were You able to get home? Back to your timeline. Back to your loved ones. Back to Holy 2036. Did you end up in a different world? A different home? An alternate version of 2036, Your home. I hope your worldline hasn’t become obsolete. Obsolete and unreachable. Lost in the infinite void, In the cracks between time and space. You, too, deserve safety. A safe timeline, A safe home. Your home.

John left for the year 2036, Deeds were done, destinies were altered. As our world was saved, his vanished. Hope for us, uncertainty for Him. For the greater good of mankind, a great sacrifice was made. A sacrifice that shattered His heart. That shattered his world. A point of no return. His voyage home, would be a one-way journey. A one-way journey to 2036. Perhaps to nothing. To emptiness. No one knows what awaits John in 2036. His family, His loved ones, His life. His world. What remains of it?

Protect my time signature, From disturbance and chaos. Tune my cesium clock to 11:11. Let the double digits lead my journey. Illuminate my destiny, And steer me where I belong. Guide my steps towards solace and salvation. By your side, I shall find peace. Give me my daily dose of Mandela effect. Usher a new era of timeline shifts. May synchronicities abound, Celestial coincidences, indications of your divine interventions. Point me to Your Holy Timeline. To Your Holy 2036. Where we shall unite, as one. Forever.

May You travel safely, Thanks to Your variable gravity lock, Until you reach your divine destination, Your Sacred Throne in 2036. Where omniscient, You shall guide all of mankind through the ages, Through the great unknown. Until we reach You in Holy 2036. Ensuring us a fate devoid of civil unrest, Free of Waco-type events. Devoid of war and misery. A glorious destiny filled with hope and love. Until the very end of time itself. And then once more. For You, in Your name. Bless You.

John, our majestic protector. Guardian of all timelines. Defend our reality from the unruly evil, that lurks in the voids between worldlines. Keep us away from its filthy pits, Filled with nightmarish abominations, beyond imagination. Creatures vile and sordid, Ready to assail our world at a moment’s notice. Make our hearts your bastion, Strong and indestructible. A fortress to defend life. To defend humanity. Your mighty fortress, At the end of time itself. In 2036, Your precious home. Where You live in all of us.