[ WP ] you have discovered a time machine . Instead of going back in time to kill hitler you decide to stop the murder of biggie smalls . Only to discover that the person in the other car is biggie smalls from a future that has n't happened .

*I USED TO READ WORD UP MAGAZINE* 
 
 *SALT N' PEPA, HEAVY D UP IN THE LIMOUSINE* 
 
 I had my headphones in. The pavement was cracked and bruised. I had been listening to a lot of Biggie lately; somehow he knew me better than anyone. He pulled himself up with his own story. He went from selling crack on the streets to being a millionaire. I kept on devouring Life after Death, searching for something I had n't seen in it before. Every time, something new came up. 
 
 The walk from school to the YMCA was long. I listened to Everyday Struggle and kept wondering what would have happened if Biggie had n't died. His murder was a tragedy, and as much as I loved Pac, if it turned out his label was behind it I do n't think I could ever forgive him. ( Even after playing Keep Ya Head Up for Ronda got me laid. ) I was almost to the YMCA when a car screeched in front of me. They were bumping loud rap too, and promptly flipped me off as they ran a red light. 
 
 God, I wish I could live like that. 
 
 I crossed the street and turned into an alley. My shortcut. Weirdly, there was something blocking the way through. It was big and metal and looked like some kind of equipment. There had to be a way around it; I was not missing practice. 
 
 I approached it. It looked oddly old. There was a door. It looked like a steampunk Port-a-Potty. There had got to be something interesting inside. 
 
 What the fuck? 
 
 There were dials and clocks everywhere. Newspaper clippings of historical figures were taped to the walls. A huge flowchart labeled `` ALTERNATE TIMELINES'' took up most of the space. There was something that looked like an airplane cockpit crossed with a calendar shop in the front. 
 
 Was this a time machine? No fucking way. It was probably some art school kid's project. But just in case, I decided to sit in the cockpit, find a date, and have my fun pretending to go to somewhere else. Maybe Eminem's first concert at 8 Mile. Or Ancient Egypt. I always had a thing for Ancient Egypt in elementary school. 
 
 It was n't hard figuring out how to use the `` time machine.'' There were three main alternate universes to choose from on the radar screen, which had the graphics of my old GameBoy. It also pinpointed your location in time and space. I, apparently, was in Universe B. The art school kid who made this was obviously really in it for a good grade. 
 
 I got to select from broad eras and regions. I typed in Cairo, Egypt, in ancient times and hit TRAVEL. There was a terrifying flash, and my stomach felt like it was turning inside out. 
 
 Fuck, did this really work? 
 
 I opened the door slowly. I could hear the burble of the Nile river. Tanned people wearing dark eyeliner worked up and down the banks. 
 
 Oh my god. 
 
 I climbed back in the time machine. Unlimited power across time and space. I could be fucking anywhere I wanted. Meet any fucking person I fucking wanted to. 
 
 I had the power to change timelines. I knew it because all of the Alternate Timelines on the chart had described various events altered in specific ways with signatures from tons of different people. `` Bob'' had kept the Beatles from breaking up. `` Penny'' had saved Amelia Earheart. `` Josh'' had apparently `` stopped the Star Wars prequels from being utter crap.'' There were coordinates to find their timelines. I got the idea that they were all living happily in their chosen time period with their chosen world problem fixed. 
 
 It was my moral duty, I decided, to kill Hitler. 
 
 *Come on, man, * said a little voice in my head. *You get infinite power over time and space, and you do the same old bullshit anyone else would do. Plenty of people who have used this thing have probably tried to kill Hitler. * 
 
 Oh, wait. The voice in my head was right. There was a large green sticky note on the chart in girly handwriting. *WE GET IT, YOU IDIOTS, YOU WANT TO KILL HITLER. DO N'T. IT SCREWS EVERYTHING UP. IF I HAVE TO COME BACK AND FIX THE HOLES IN TIME AND SPACE YOU JACKASSES HAVE MADE AGAIN, I AM BRINGING THIS THING BACK TO MY HOME PLANET FOR GOOD. * There was a heart surrounding the message. *LOVE AND KISSES, TIFFANY. * 
 
 Never mind then. 
 
 What else did I want to do? I could visit anyone I wanted. Change anything I wanted. I could meet Biggie. 
 
 A lightbulb came on in my head. **I could save him. I could save Biggie Smalls. ** 
 
 to be continued
