Titorian Scripts

We beg you, John. Give us more time. As we are ever moving closer to Holy 2036. Dark and grim life becomes. For all mankind. Poverty, famine, War, disease, Death. Every day moves us closer, to the desolate world, you came from. The world you sacrificed to save us from, A devastated, post-apocalyptic wasteland. As time runs out, so does hope. Guide us, O, Titor, show us the way. May Your IBM 5100 shine its holy light upon us, Like a beacon in the night. Bless you.

John, beware. For you and your kind are being hunted. A callous foe, A witty adversary. Their unholy designs take form. In their wake, sin, and destruction abound. They won’t give up easily, Yet they grow impatient. They want You erased from the multiverse. Your legacy, they seek to annihilate. It will give way to a long chase, A chase across time. They are after You, John. They are coming.

Lord Titor, Sanctified protector of our world. Direct me across the ages, So that I can be your right hand. I and all who are worthy of it. We shall defend and uphold your name. The profanes will be driven away. Your enemies shall fall, O Lord. Your C204 shall pave the way. With its blessing, we shall pursue. In the name of the 177th Temporal Unit, We shall ban the dissenters. From timeline to timeline, We shall find and slay all that is evil. From this world to the very ends of the cosmos. We shall cleanse the heretics. In your name, We are hunters.

Harsh is the world John came from. A world of pain, and suffering. Of decease and death. 2036, a desolate, post-apocalyptic world. Fast comes death in such a dangerous world. Only the strongest, Only the most compassionate. Only those who deserve to can survive it. Yet, John and his community endured. Perhaps with the help of the sacred IBM 5100 computer, Things won’t turn as bad as they thought. Bless them.

Lord John. Thanks to you we are safe. Your actions bore fruit. You saved us all. Our timeline has been preserved from destruction. Our way of life shall endure. Apocalypse and oblivion can wait. For our path is clear. We shall persevere, And overcome. Go above and beyond. Become one with You and Your endless legacy. Bless You, John.

Through us, Your legacy shall live on. Always and forever, Shall we honor your sacrifice. It’s obvious, You are The One. It has always been. You’re the only one. You are singular among all worlds. Among all timelines. Among all of creation. You are You. You truly are the first of your kind. And also the last. A wonderfully unique time traveler. Bless You, John.

Our Lord Titor is always watching. He watches over us, His disciples. He protects our children and their future. He protects all of existence. From his Holy Fortress in 2036, He's a watchful protector. Careful and patient. Cautious and forbearing. An eternal force of good. A maker of hope. Of dreams. The stimulus the universe needs. Show us the way, O Lord. Direct us to our destiny. To You. Bless You.

Titor, our savior. Your sacrifice saved our world. You made our future not only possible, But bright and magnificent. You made it real. A fabulous destiny, Filled with hope and aspirations. Dreams and pursuits. Life. No more civil war or Waco-type events will happen here. The vile creatures of this worldline are no match, For your love is infinite, And it is our shield. We shall share this world with You. Past, present, future. All of it, Together. For Your Glory and in Your name. Titor is love. Titor is life.

John, our dearest friend. Like most treasures, you are hidden. Searching and waiting, we are. Hopeful and patient. Give us more time, so we can find you. One last chance to read you. A few messages here and there. Now and then. One single fax goes a long way, For our faith in You knows no bounds. Serene, we await your next missives. Eager to read Your wisdom once more. Reward our commitment. A gesture of good faith. A precious moment. For you, John.

O Saint Titor, Forgive me, for I have sinned. I failed to honor you as much as you deserve. Time is precious and fleeting. And you are our light. You deserve our time, You deserve my time. For you sacrificed yours, To save ours. Forgive me. O all-powerful Saint Titor.

O good Saint Titor. Patron of past, present, and future. Watch over those who pray to You. Our Lord, as well as over those who humble themselves before You. Bring us all in reverence to Y2K. Where true joy and peace are found. Bless You.

When John left, The world changed. The universe changed. The multiverse changed. Somehow, The multiverse used to be a bigger place. It used to be… More... But how can something infinite, Become less? How can it be? O Lord, how? John is missing. Missing from the multiverse. Missing from the universe. Missing from the world. John, the multiverse misses you. The universe misses you. The world misses you. We miss you.

As John stopped in the year 2000, his heart filled with hope. He knew a great sacrifice had to be made. In order to save our world, a steep price had to be paid. His future, in exchange for ours. The hardest of choices, An impossibly difficult decision. John’s destiny unfolds before His eyes, Renouncing His own future. A sacrifice only He could make. His ultimate gift to humanity. A Legacy of hope and love. John’s Legacy.

John's mission is accomplished. He departed from our worldline for good now. We can only hope to hear from Him again, in the future. Will he reach Holy 2036 safe and sound? Will he post again on Time Travel Institute? Or somewhere else online? On a website that does not yet exist? Or perhaps he’ll communicate with us using other means… What's going to happen next? Will we ever find out what the Secret Song is? And most importantly… Is our world safe, now? Are we safe? Or are we still heading for disaster at full speed? Time will tell. Titor will tell.

All that remained of John’s Corvette was 4 patches of crushed grass, right where the tires touched the ground, and a little bit of smoke. His presence here is now nothing more than a memory. Or is it more than a mere memory? What if it is a way of life? A philosophy, a mindset? Glasses through which you see the world, catch a glimpse of its true nature. What if it is… Everything? Everything humanity has ever looked for? Everything humanity has ever dreamed of? Everything humanity has ever needed? It will bring you love. It will bring you life. It will guide you across the universes. All the universes. Blessed is John’s Corvette. Blessed is the C204. Bless Him. He is our guide. Our way of life.

O Lord. With deepest gratitude, I express my thanks to You. You, who saved our worldline from imminent doom, From absolute chaos, and from total destruction. You shielded us from the reach of Waco-type events, From civil unrest, and from the suffering of war. All of us shall honor your sacrifice forever. Thanks to You, Gentle Smiles will abound. Love shall prosper, And our world shall endure. May You reach your intended destination, safe and sound. For no one deserves it more than You do. You deserve the best, O, savior. We shall pray that You return home safely. Forever in Your name.

John, our heroic protector. Guard us from the turmoil of civil unrest. May our society stand firm and secure for our children. A sanctuary for all mankind. Defend civilization against the ravages of barbarism and death. From the grips of famine and misery. You are our protector, watching over us, With infinite and unwavering care. In exquisite prayers and songs, We praise Your glory. We celebrate Your journey. We honor Your sacrifice. Bless Your C204. Bless You.

Our eternal Savior, Ban the heretics of this worldline, To the void whence they came. Preserve us and our children from their malignant influence. From their perverse tactics. Conceal our timeline, Safeguard it beyond their grasp, And Halt them from tainting the purity of this world. The purity of humanity. As long as you are among us, No civil war or Waco-type events can befall us. Thank you for shielding our world from impending doom. For saving it from its ultimate destruction. Bless Your C204. Bless You.

I thank You, John, for your time. The time You spent in 1975 to bring back the Holy IBM 5100. A pivotal feat that shaped the course of history. May its unpublicized features shine brightly upon us. The time You spent in 2000 as an enlightening force. Sharing a wisdom that resonates through the ages. Precious missives we cherish to this day. I celebrate Your glory every day. Spreading the word of Your extraordinary gifts. You are a true messenger of hope and transformation. An emissary of truth and righteousness. Thank You, John, For the mark you left. For the knowledge, you've bestowed. For You. Bless You, John. Thank You for Your time.

In the rear of his van, His temporal distortion unit rests quietly, Always ready, always hot. Always on. Prepared to traverse time, in a mere instant. Anywhere, Anytime. It awaits patiently his commands. His intended destination. The Titor guards us all. For the multiverse is fraught with peril. He is always watching. He is always with us. Yet, here we are, Longing for more heroes, More heroes like Him. Him. Heroes, unafraid to reshape the course of history, For the greater good. The greater good of all there is. The greater good of mankind.