Memoirs of a Timelord by Ralph Rotten Read Free Book Online Page A

mature and join him...wherever the hell Gods live." Another nod and a swig from his glass.  "But that's somethin' none of us is gonna know for sure until our galaxies reach ascension."
           
           
           I woke up the next morning in my own bed.  I vaguely remembered being carried home over a big, hairy shoulder, but nothing explained the taste of dead rat in my mouth.
           "Good morning." The Boss said with a strange smile.  "Did some exploring, did you?" Stooping over slightly, he eyed me closely.
           My head was throbbing as I opened a single eye to scowl at him.
           "Yeah, met Bara, had my entire religious belief system smashed on the rocks, turned off my auto-systems and got a little drunk." I grumbled as I tried to drag the blanket over my eyes. Okay, mebbe I got a lot drunk.
           "But now you seem at peace with what you learned." He said as if he were reading my mind.  
           It was true; I had somehow come to terms with the things my brother Bara had revealed.  Now if I could just visualize the command that would get rid of this hangover.  The Onkx took focus to control; something I didn't have in my current condition.  
           "So, no questions on that topic?" He raised an eyebrow.
           "Yeah," I agreed, sitting up on an elbow.  "Tell me about when you saw God." It had been something I had been dying to ask.  Bara had refused to elaborate, insisting that it was the Boss's story to tell.
           Sitting back with a little surprise, he gave a quick smile.  "Mere words fail to paint the image.  You cannot explain God, it can only be experienced." With that he silently touched me on the arm with a single finger.  
           What happened next, or really what I experienced next, was known as MoTi, the art of sharing experiences.  This wasn't some video clip, or a clever story he was telling.  With MoTi you don't just see the memory...you live it.  Everything he felt that day, I felt today.  Every sensation, every thought.  Think of it as walking a light-year in someone else's shoes. The DuNai used MoTi extensively as a training technique, and really it was a helluva way to impart a lesson.  Although I would take on thousands of memories in later years, this was my first time.  
           As I was pulled into his MoTi, I found myself diving backwards through time at an alarming rate.  Farther and farther back I went, travelling so damned fast.  I could feel so much of what he felt, of the hunger to find out what was at the bottom of the well, the struggle to go deeper towards the very origin of all creation.  Intently focused, I was on a collision course with day zero, the beginning of the universe.  There was so much happening all around me, it was as if I was diving deeper and deeper, fighting temporal waves and eddies as I fought my way closer to absolute zero.  It was unimaginably difficult, like swimming upstream thru a firehose.  To this day I have a lotta respect for the Boss because of the absolute fortitude I felt in that memory.  He only looked like a little guy on the outside, but inside he was Aslan.    
           We were so close to absolute zero.  I could feel the tremendous forces that repulsed us the closer we got.  It was as if the entire universe were exploding outwards while we were diving inwards against the tide.  Then finally, our Onkx hits a brick wall and we careen diagonally.  It takes every bit of energy left in our body to stabilize.  That's when I finally get the chance to look around at the absolute nothingness around me.  No galaxies, no matter, no universe, not even the vacuum of space.  The clock in my Onkx is stalled at -.000000000001ps, and I am getting alerts that I am outside of the temporal plane of existence.  I'm just realizing that without the very fabric of space, my Onkx was dead in the water.  I'm essentially stranded like a car in the ocean.  All I can do is hang