On a space station I've been house-sitting for a friend, there was recently a discussion - I say a discussion, more a rant really by a disgruntled person - on the subject of why science fiction - which I took to mean science fiction as practised by Earth writers¹ - is so 'unscientific'. The reason is interesting.

Because Earth, Binky, is not only not the centre of the universe - it doesn't even follow the rules of the normal universe, because of that unfortunate incident with the Romulans and the Sidereal Inspection Team, - but I can't talk about that².

Thus, science fiction that followed the 'rules' of this benighted planet would not only be incorrect in absolute terms, they would be ludicrous to the rest of beingkind, and, as we all know, science fiction writers - like all writers - are writing for the ages, and not merely to make a quick euro⁴.

Now, when writers take off for a junket...I mean, are torn away from their keyboards to go on book tours, and meet fans, and sign autographs, and answer all sorts of penetrating and scintillating questions, such as 'Did you know you were writing about my life when you said that?' and 'Are you planning to let the hero get the girl in the next book?', the question they are most often asked⁵ is, 'Where do you get your ideas?'

I can answer that one.. DIT.

DIT, or Direct Information Transfer, is the galaxy's way of telling you things. Most writers pay no attention to this form of communication, which occurs most often in the hypnogogic⁶ or hypnopompic⁷ states, because they rely on formula, marketing analysis, and all the stuff their Writing 101 instructor told them, beginning with 'write about what you know'. But, since science fiction writers want to write about what they don't know, they are susceptible to DIT. And the narrativium flow of the galaxy is amenable to information leakage of this type⁸. Hence the 'improbable' plot devices and 'ridiculous' technology. Mentally, science fiction writers just aren't in Kansas anymore⁹.

But to get to the topic - tardises. As you probably all know¹⁰, in the world of science fiction the word 'tardis' stands for 'time and relative dimensions in space', a handy, fancy word for a space-time vehicle. Which is, of course, ridiculous to - the sort of people who think that that sort of thing is ridiculous.

This is, of course, not ridiculous at all. Such things exist, and a certain kind of person has one in the galaxy¹¹. The idea that is ridiculous - and which keeps happening on Doctor Who - is that you could steal one. As ludicrous an idea as trying to steal a soul¹².

So, how do you build a tardis, or, to call it by its correct term, an akashanantyayatana?

First, you must possess an astral body with at least nine¹³ field-level matrices - which means, of course, that unless you're a Gheorgheni, you can't¹⁴.

So how does a Gheorgheni construct an akashanantyayatana? It's like a wendy house - you build it around yourself.

Astral engineering is complicated in theory, but simple in practice. You have to draw the threads through your true, akashic self (of which the physical body is only a minor interface function), by allowing yourself to pass through all the contact points between the matrix you intend to travel in - a universe - and the matrix central¹⁵. This is done by experiencing dramatic situations in real time, and by using correspondence systems. There's a shortcut method called 'Kriegsspiel'¹⁶, which is a topic for another time. Depending on the size of the universe, this can take a few years¹⁷.

Now if you're not a 999 configuration, can you build an akashanantyayatana? Well, you can build a raft - and when the nearest akashanantyayatana takes off, you'll be towed.

You just make an inventory of your life experiences, and let them hook to your imagination. Think of how you want it to be next time. Then sing it out, act it out, dance it out, write it out. But a word of caution - don't lie. The narrativium is not mocked - where you really are determines your back-vectoring. You don't want to be making that kind of mistake.

Do you want to build your own akashanantyayatana raft? Depends on where you want to go.

Where am I headed? Second star to the right, and straight on till morning.