When will time travel be invented so I can go back in time and fix all my mistakes
>>73410288
Such as..?
You cannot change the past...
>>73410288
never. we are forever imprisoned in the cage of time
Some mistakes can never be fixed...
>>73410288
go back (your memory removed) > make same mistakes > go back (your memory removed) > make same mistakes >
>>73410534
>>73410600
>tfw no mistake making emulator to run 100k times to understand how to do the least amount of mistakes
>>73410288
you can correct your mistakes only in 1 time line it will remain in other time lines
>>73410288
You gotta learn to move on. Dwelling in the past will only makes you sadder.
WISH WE COULD TURN BACK TIME TO THE GOOD OLD DAYS
>>73410288
if I had access to a time machine, where would I go? A question commonly asked but an answer not commonly given.
I'd travel back to April of 1912 and set sail on the RMS titanic although with a few modern amenities and technology. I would dance and joke and eat and watch the clock as the titanic's period of blissful ignorance went unchallenged all the while teetering closer to the abyss. Perhaps by now you're thinking I will save the titanic, her crew and passengers with deliverance of an omen at the 15th hour, but, you are wrong. As the collision occurs and as ancient ice tears through steel, I will be in a pressurised scuba suit (albeit with a few alterations) climbing into a small submarine.
The voyage down to the inevitable grave, not being shallow its one semblance to an honour burial on land, was exhilarating. Upon reaching its final resting place identified 73 years later, I sat in wait. I looked at my watch and saw the time was close, so I began my final journey.
I exited the submarine in my modified scuba suit, that modification being a small rubbed sealed hole in the groin to allow my bollocks to be subject to the extreme pressures of the deep. The pressure itself had me salivating as my bollocks were being crushed under pressure like the creation of diamonds, fitting for the title of family jewels. I swam to the collision point deep in the Atlantic and lay there, saliva filling my mask. Finally, through a thick saliva filled mask, I see the titanic hurtling toward me, my bollocks more specifically. The bow of the ship that bought rose and jack closer to heaven