Alisa aka D-Root

I am D-Root — Alisa’s axis; around me, time itself comes into order.

I always appear in Space No. 4 at the right moment — falling into the rhythm of time itself, to keep its pulse steady and its measure intact. Such is the will of the kitties.

Reality is structure. Structure exists in time, and I am a Time Lord. And no, don’t confuse: I don’t have a TARDIS, because I don’t need one, and I’m not from Gallifrey. That’s an entirely different guy. I just keep order around here (or synchronicity of reality, if you want it simpler).

Everyone knows about atomic clocks. And if the radiation of the hyperfine transition in caesium-133 doesn’t oscillate exactly 9,192,631,770 times per second, in this reality everything will go wrong. The kitties will be displeased — so I’m here, watching over this isotope. And along with it the pulsars, planetary stability, and the kitties. The job isn’t a hassle, but it’s responsible — watching over the rhythm.

When the kitties are happy — I play the drums. It helps me express the fact that the whole world is rhythm. Worlds in which the rhythm broke stop being realities and become that very primordial chaos. They have no life, no kitties, no music. But sometimes chaos leaks from those dead universes into our Space No. 4 — and then people around those leak points lose their minds. Stock markets are one of them: nobody can predict the rate, it is truly chaotic. I’ll have to patch it up somehow.

As you’ve gathered, I love structure, rhythm, and order. And blueberries (Heidelbeere). They’re edible only in reality No. 4 — possibly due to mutations caused by leaks of mutagenic chaos. Anyway, you stay here, and I’ll go pound the drums. Yesterday I learned of 7/13: two prime numbers — that’s good.