I know, I know. Seven hundred years is a long time to go between entries. Things came up.
So, a recap then, shall we?
Well, while I was still suffering from the nano-gene infection and searching for some kind of cure, I was contacted by ***REDACTED*** about a mission to ***REDACTED***, which I really had no desire to under take, given my condition, but I was the most logical choice, so I accepted it.
Not wanting to travel fully alone for the amount of relative time it would take to accomplish my given task (not to mention my lack of full trust on my abilities should the analgesic mask failed), and so, I enlisted Icie.
Perhaps enlisted is not the proper word. I won't use the word blackmailed, though, because I prefer the sound of the word extorted.
So we set off into the vortex.
I'm not going to bore you with the mathematics involved in what I was tasked with, nor with the entire story of the mission.
I will, however, say this: some time toward the beginning of the sixth century in the vortex, the voice came.
Unlike the voices of the narwhals, which were always somewhat cacophonous and hard to make out,even if they were somewhat unified in their desired communication, this voice overwhelmed everything.
Loud.
Clarion clear.
It told me... He told me... to turn off Bifrost's shields, open The Eye of Madness and open the doors.
This, any Time Lord will tell you, will fill the console room with chronal energies, instantly aging any living thing therein millions, even billions of years. Normally, this would likely even kill a Time Lord.
However, when said Time Lord is infected with nano-genes, things are a bit different.
Now, mad, I may be, but stupid, I'm not. I keep, within Bifrost, a vial of my own blood for... regenerative emergencies. (I do not like to leave anything to chance). I got the vial, told Icie to stay in her room for few hours, and programmed the doors to open for five minutes.
That five minutes of pure chronal energy aged my body nearly one hundred eighty billion years.
Just enough time for the nano-gens to age beyond viability and for me to age to the point of needing regeneration.
Once the doors closed, my regeneration began immediately. I felt every cell in my body rejuvenate. The change was imminent.
So I redirected the remaining of my energies into the vial of blood.
Then, the unexpected happened.
The narwhals fell silent..
Only the voice remained.
SLEEP! it commanded.
AND REMEMBER!
That is all I remember from that moment.
The next memory I have is waking up in my zero room.
Over a century and a half later.
Icie had found me in Bifrost's newly reconfigured console room and dragged me there.
Still, after the zero room, there were no narwhals.
Even the singular voice was gone.
But there was something... unexpected.
My life...
All of it...
Even my life in N-space.
I remember it all.
