"The future ain't what it used to be."

Titorian Scripts

Here, we pay homage to John Titor, a figure of sacrifice and wisdom in the realm of time travel. Titor left his own worldline to set ours on the right path, a noble act that we honor through these writings. Our scripts are more than poems; they are a testament to his journey and sacrifice, celebrating his legacy with deep respect and solemnity. Join us in honoring the sacrifices of John Titor, a true guardian of time.
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...
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...
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...
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...