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Tristan’s Father

Tristan’s Father, Part 8

Posted on Mar 31, 2010

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] Paranoia was a concept I’d learned here, on Earth, yet one more cultural oddity I’d had to assimilate from the late twentieth century and the early twenty-first. We hadn’t even had a word for it, not just because the language we’d been bequeathed was an odd mixture of English and Spanish and Japanese and Arabic squeezed through an apocalyptic bottleneck, but because the culture my ancestors — the ones...

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Tristan’s Father, Part 7

Posted on Apr 13, 2009

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] 46.9 hours earlier (Earthtime: Monday 5:17pm Eastern) The Doctor Earth. In jeopardy. Again. And it was all my fault. Tristan didn’t protest as I hauled him bodily into rush-hour traffic on Riverside Drive — he just hung limp in my grasp, resigned and despondent, as I stalked us across four lanes of jammed-up, honking vehicles. Of course it would be Earth that would be so at risk from my own child’s untutored ignorance....

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Tristan’s Father, Part 6

Posted on Sep 9, 2008

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] A few minutes later, Peter was standing over me with scowl on his face. “Ayren,” he said, “if you can’t stand up, I’m calling an ambulance over to take you to the hospital.” “Look, I’m standing, see?” I shoved away the Doctor’s helping hand, and Peter’s, but I did lean against the building, just a little, as I rose to my feet. “I’m okay.” I staggered a few steps away...

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Tristan’s Father, Part 5

Posted on Aug 21, 2008

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] 43.7 hours earlier (Earthtime: Monday 4:42pm Eastern) The Doctor “…and this projects the waveforms that excite the molecules in the groundwater,” Tristan rushed on in his breathless explanation, pointing here and there at the various juryrigged doodads on his workbench, “and this reads the resulting–” “That’s a quantum spectrometer,” I said. “With a digital readout. That’s clever.”...

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Tristan’s Father, Part 4

Posted on Jun 26, 2008

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] Out on Eighth Avenue, while Michael tried to hail a cab, I called Peter. “I’m sorry I missed your calls last night,” I said when he answered, before he could say anything himself. “Yeah, that’s not like you,” he said. “Everything all right?” “Oh, I don’t know,” I sighed. “So you weren’t just too busy having a good time, then?” I could hear the grin in his voice. “Not like...

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Tristan’s Father, Part 3

Posted on Jun 13, 2008

[Part 1] [Part 2] 32.1 hours earlier (Earthtime: Monday 4:18pm Eastern) The Doctor I swore in Gallifreyan. The TARDIS had arrived in the spacetime vicinity of early-21st-century Earth, and the transdimensional hazard alarm had started blaring, and I could only bark out a bitter laugh at my rotten luck. It was the same alarm the Nestene had set off months earlier, and I couldn’t ignore it: what good would Ayren do me if her planet was reduced to a molten heap of slag by genocidal androids...

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Tristan’s Father, Part 2

Posted on Jun 4, 2008

[Part 1] 26.8 hours earlier (Earthtime: Monday 4:03pm Eastern) Alone. The TARDIS yawned empty. The dimness of the console room was like a cave, like a place used and abandoned: hollow, rocky. Empty. I wasn’t there. I was screaming myself hoarse in the temporal trenches of the Montigan Rift as weaponized timeloops razored my own cruel memories through my head again and again over endless nanoseconds. I was choking with my bare hands, and relishing it, the scrawny neck of a Rigellian...

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Tristan’s Father, Part 1

Posted on Jun 1, 2008

It was a Tuesday. Just an ordinary Tuesday of my new life that, a decade and a half into it, was no longer so new. But it was a day on which the strangeness of this new life had struck me unexpectedly, as seemed to happen at random every now and again. I’d stood in the market picking over fruit, and suddenly found myself marvelling that this fuzzy green one no longer existed when I’d lived my previous life, and found myself aching for one particularly delicious fruit not yet known...

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