“Everyone, shut up!” Annabel yelled. Elizabeth, Samuel and I stood around the glass conference table, shouting. It had be three days since I came to Washington DC and today is the first day we had begun discussing theories for Time Travel equations.
“Yelling at each other is not the answer!” Annabel continued. “Just sit down and shut up.” We did as we were told. Sometimes when a lady tells you to do something in a certain tone of voice, you do it without questioning her authority. This was one of those times.
“Okay, you talk, we listen.” Samuel said.
“CATH, bring up Word Document in front of each of us.” Annabel told the computer.
“Yes, Annabel.” CATH replied
“We need to discuss different types of theories.”
Three nods from us.
“There are three main theories.” Annabel typed three main theories and the words popped up in front of each of us.
“Theory One: a Fixed Timeline is when a group or person travels back in the past. The future they left cannot be changed. All events remain fixed points in time. The actions of the traveler or Travelers have already become history. This is known as the NOVIKOV self-consistency principle.
“I do not believe this is the theory we would like to stretch for because, even if we tried to change what happened in the past we couldn’t because ultimately the same thing would happen some way or another, and we wouldn’t have changed a thing.”
“I agree, what would be the point of time travel if we couldn’t change anything. Coming up with the mathematical equation that would prevent history from rewriting itself would be harder than just the equation of transporting the traveler.” I said twisting a pen in my hand.
“I also agree.” Elizabeth said after me.
“ngiyavuma nako.” Samuel said
“What does that mean?” Elizabeth asked turning to Samuel.
“It means I agree also in Zulu.”
“Awesome! I speak fluently in Swedish.”
“ongabonisa me kwesikhathi esithile.”
“What does that mean?”
“Could you show me sometime?” Samuel smiled at her.
“Det skulle vara ett nöje.” Elizabeth replied
Samuel questionally raised his eye brows.
“it would be my pleasure.”
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Time Travel Society
Science FictionTime does not control us We control Time Time has no master Yet it obeys us Time bows before no one Yet we forced it to its knees Time is the lock We turn the key Time is untraveled Yet we are called the time travelers.
