[ WP ] You are Microsoft 's lead physicist and the company has just turned on its $ 40 billion wormhole machine for the first time . As soon as it powers on , it spits out a message from the future . `` STOP . ''

*STOP* 
 
 
 The message ceased all activity in the room. The silence was palpable. The only breathing sounds came from Archie, a whistle in a darkness of sound. 
 
 
 Another message blinked up. 
 
 
 *DO NOT GO FURTHER* 
 
 
 People began murmuring. It was likely that anything that happened today would have ramifications all over the world. The livebroad cast was being watched by millions, televised for this specific event. The message light blinked again. 
 
 
 *DO NOT GO PAST GO. * 
 
 
 More questions, until Archie felt the need to activate a safeguard. The kill switch. 
 
 
 *DO NOT COLLECT $ 200. * 
 
 
 Archie's puzzled face squinted at the screen. There were more comments being made aloud. Wormhole technology was n't supposed to be a prank, and yet the messages kept on coming. 
 
 
 *GO DIRECTLY TO JAIL* 
 
 
 Archie started sweating. People stared at him, looking for direction, for guidance, for an *answer*. They knew that when he was n't working, he was a complete nut for games, but this was n't it. 
 
 
 The messages stopped coming. The machine was still on, the wormhole was still producing regular frequencies. Continuing with the trials, he went to the machine's entrance, located deep in the heart of the facility. The sensors that were sent through were fine, and could still communicate with Earth's network of satellites. Everything marked the wormhole as working. 
 
 
 Against all protocol, Archie walked into the wormhole. 
 
 
 -- - 
 
 
 He awoke on a ship of complex design. Opened comparments with naked wires were spewing forth electricity. A man in the corner went about his business making notice of Archie's entrance. He had been writing something down on a pad. Without glacing up, he waved to Archie. 
 
 
 `` It's about time. Would you like some coffee?'' 
 
 
 Archie looked around, his throat feeling tight. 
 
 
 The man kept looking at his board, continuing to write. `` Well, what passes as coffee in this place I suppose. Do you want any?'' 
 
 
 Archie nodded his head. His heart was beating faster and faster. 
 
 
 `` You know, this place is off limits to humanity. And yet, here you are Archibald Turcoy.'' 
 
 
 He finally looked up. Archie recognized him. 
 
 
 `` Hello son, welcome home.'' He smiled.
