Crystal sat at home and stared at the books and articles his mentor had sent him.


Time was the indefinite continued progress of existence an events, apparently irreversible in succession from the past to the future. That meant that all the mistakes he had made were his to carry. He had to work on them and grow from former mistakes.


Of course, if the Sleepers' concept of Time was a lie, he might have had some options in correcting his mistakes? If only he deciphered the supernal truth about Time, he could go back to when his life was not a total mess.


Time was also an important study of religion and ethics. Like how the small balding man got his number and hasn't bothered to text him yet. Of course he wasn't really bothered by that. At all.
No really, he had lots of other numbers to text when he had an itch that needed scratching. Like 'chubby dimples' or 'bearish redhead'. He totally didn't mind being ignored. The guy at the Nexus was a undead shape-changing witch doctor anyway.
No, the grapes weren't sour - they were perfectly tasty and Crystal just didn't care to try to reach them at all. See, total ethical handling of reality.



Time was the measure of how well people adjusted to their surroundings and operated in defined units, how experienced they were in incorporating themselves in established systems.
He didn't like the thought, but if there was a way to cheat the established systems when it came to minds - why not cheat time in the same way? He had been given the means to shape the world to his whims - sure, the last time he had attempted to mess with it he got burned heavily, but that didn't mean he had to give up on it.

Right?





Crystal snorted another line of speed and continued his studies.