“You have been selected today because your combined brains have the potential to survive time travel.” “What?” “Many years ago, this planet was populated by a race we call the Old Ones. They sent a satellite into space containing various blood samples and tracks of music. However, in space, it had contracted a bacteria none of them were aware of. It would have been fine, but then our ship entered their solar system and propelled the satellite towards New Klaaxia. The Old Ones stood no chance. The virus spread extremely fast. An Old One that received the virus could be dead in minutes. The race of the Old Ones was wiped out over a single month. Our people, not aware of the devastation taking place below, began our preparations to settle on the planet. When we landed, the planet was deserted. The virus, having run its course, died out on the breath of the last Old One. Now, our kind has always been a peaceful race, and the idea that our actions wiped out an entire planet was abhorrent. The two years that passed since that event have been spent constructing a machine that before existed only in theory. A time machine. It is common in stories for time travel to be dangerous, that the slightest alteration to the past could destroy the fabric of time. That’s not true. Time travel can be dangerous, yes, but in the same way that any powerful technology can be dangerous. Let a maniac get ahold of it, and we could end up in a living hell. But it’s expected that time has already been changed many times.” “Wait… so I’m the only one who can do it?” “Yes.”
