Tick Tock Goes The Clock,
He'll have to use all of his tricks
To escape the grasps
Of the Timelord's Matrix.
Do you know who I am? I'm the Doctor. I'm 2135 years old, and I'm from Gallifrey, in the constellation of Kasterborous. I've lived 13 lives. Not all were good. But I'm glad I lived them. I used to be young, but those days are behind me. Now, I've got a permanent frown and eyebrows that could take off bottlecaps. This is the story of the matrix.
This story is not for the faint of heart, so I suggest you run. Run for your life, as I used to say. This is a story about me, 4 of me, all united for one purpose: the corruption of the matrix. A bit of backstory, the matrix is a parallel universe the Timelords used to store information. However, there was a gap which allowed other beings to tap into it when we sent Gallifrey into a pocket reality.
It began on Earth, in the home of my companion, the Impossible Girl, Clara Oswald.
The children she was babysitting were in their beds. She was enjoying tea when my TARDIS appeared. It appeared on her foot to be exact.
"F**K MY GODD*MN FOOT DOCTOR!", is what I came out to.
"I'm sorry, would the yard have been better?", I replied.
"YOU THINK, GRANDPA?", she screeched back at me.
"Well, no need to be rude about it, bossy English girl", I muttered.
Her foot was alright, save for a bruise or two. She was cross, but eventually we were back to normal. All this awoke the children. They more or less thought Clara had dumped young Timey-Wimey Bowtie me for gray Bottle-opening eyebrows me. I heard them calling Clara a gold digger.
I asked her, "what would you like to do today, or yesterday, or tomorrow, Miss Clara?"
She replied, "No more Jurassic, please."
"Sorry, my ass what?", I smartly retorted.
"You're impossible", she replied.
"I know you are, but what am I?", I said, grinning.
She slapped me. I swear, she slaps harder than Jackie. We hugged and went off to a far away planet for some coffee made for us by talking trees from their own bodies. In all of time and space, who knew the best coffee was made from the pods growing on the backs of sociable, utopianistic trees.
We then visited a bunch of Cro-Magnons. The TARDIS did her best to translate our speech, but their language was not complex at all, so half of the words we spoke were mashups of at least 3 words. She bonded with one named Uglath. He was a sweet kid, but he asked way too many questions. No matter where, no matter when, humans always MUST ask questions.
So, off we went to see the 2016 olympics. It was all fun and games until we discovered Cybermen intent on converting athletes. Then we went back to the 1800's and enjoyed tea with some friends. Then, as we were headed back home, the TARDIS flickered.
"What's wrong with the TARDIS?", asked Clara.
"I don't know. I'm running diagnostics.", I replied.
"Well, can she get blackouts?", she queried.
"She runs on huon energy. Unless the Eye of Harmony has developed a fault, I doubt it.
The TARDIS was now flashing between two settings, one mine, the other old, yet familiar. It had too few round things. It felt somehow homelike. The last time this happened was over a thousand years ago.
She whispered, "Doctor, I'm scared. What's happening?"
"She's crossing paths with another TARDIS… almost as if…", I trailed off as I saw the man in the black coat.
His face was sharp, and his eyes were brown. His ears made him look like Dumbo, though. This was the man who could not forget what he had recently done, what was only a month ago to him. He was the Doctor.
"Rose! Get down here. There's a strange man and woman in here. Do you know who they are?"
Our eyes met, mine stark cold blue, his hotly flashing brown. I was here, but I'm also here now.
We managed a word out at the same time, "How?"