The second time we turned on the machine it finally worked. A slow, cold rusty clatter quickly turned into a finely woven warm hum. There was a slight pressure in my head. In a flash I retraced every moment in my life that had led me to now. Eyes open, we began to explore. I let the others enjoy their time here as I knew it wouldn’t last long. Knowing the future, as well as the past, I still have no control.