[ WP ] A young scientist realises time travel from the future for data is relatively simple . He builds a receiver , for himself to send valuable stock market info to make a fortune . As soon as he completes the reciever something unexpected arrives .

`` I have it. The stock prices for next week! I know exactly what to buy and sell! I should do this for every week!'' I say out loud to myself, marvelling at my amazing discovery. 
 
 Yesterday I accidentally discovered a website from the future that has a whole bunch of info I can use to skip time, energy and work to make money. Today I have truly started using the future to my advantage. Things are finally looking up for the young fucked over divorcee! Haha! 
 
 But wait... What is this code on the bottom of each page I read? It looks so foreign. Closer to hieroglyphics than any other language I've ever seen. 
 
 I print out a few of the pages with different writing on them immediately. I have a friend who knows, like, thirty languages. Maybe he can figure it out. Hopefully he can do so without me having to tell him too much about my secret. 
 
 I call him up and he agrees to come over. I cut off the stock info from the writing so he does n't get suspicious. 
 
 My friend, Joe, must have no life like me. No sooner than I'm off the phone with him he's at my door. Well, he does only live a few houses down. But still. 
 
 `` Hey, Joe!'' I greet my friend after one knock. 
 
 `` Heather! So what do you want me to see? I got excited by your description on the phone. Lately I've had kind of a thing for Egypt.'' He takes off his shoes and sits on my worn out purple sofa. 
 
 I hand him the interesting scroll and he examines it very closely. 
 
 After a few minutes he says `` So where's the rest of it?'' 
 
 `` What do you mean?'' I ask, trying to sound as innocent as possible. 
 
 `` You know damn well what I mean.'' 
 
 `` Okay, okay,'' I relent. I tell him the origin of the writing and even show him the cut up pages. 
 
 He is quiet throughout the whole thing and then, to my surprise, he laughs. 
 
 `` This says, and I'm pretty sure, that you should use this information at your own risk.'' Joe chokes out in between laughter. `` Do you really believe this shit? I mean, a website from the future? C'mon Heather. I figured you smarter than that!'' 
 
 I'm hurt. I thought if I could tell anyone it would be Joe... Oh well. At least I do n't have to fight with him over stock numbers. 
 
 `` Haha, no. I thought you might find it as amusing as I did. Oh, and you forgot to decipher a page. It looks like it says something different.'' I answer. 
 
 `` Probably just a variation of...'' But then Joe's smile fades. `` This says'you're dead, flower.'' 
 
 Joe gets up from his chair. 
 
 `` What is it, Joe?'' 
 
 `` It looks like your name. Did you say you found this site accidentally? Are you sure this is a joke? Someone's fucking with you.'' Joe says quickly, sounding very paranoid now. 
 
 I begin to feel paranoid, too, but I mean... Millions of dollars! And maybe Joe is pulling my leg. 
 
 `` Joe, if this is a joke I-'' 
 
 `` I would never joke about death, Heather. That's not how I roll. You know that.'' Joe answers, backing up towards the door. 
 
 `` Are you leaving?'' I ask, confused. 
 
 `` I do n't want to be a part of this. I'm sorry, Heather.'' Joe leaves. I stand in shock for a moment and then I lock the door. 
 
 I find Joe's quick departure unsettling but i really neeed some money. I'm three months behind on rent as it is. Time to call my broker. 
 
 I buy and sell based on next Tuesday's numbers and get a lot of strange remarks from my broker. I guess he is n't used to someone telling him what to do so confidently. Before I'm off the phone, however, my printer starts going off. 
 
 `` I'm sorry, John, I really have to go. Thanks a lot.'' I hang up and walk to my printer, 
 
 More of the strange language. More use of the flower symbol. As I'm trying to decipher the words, I touch the print. It seems to jump off the page. In full 3d style the letters are projected. And then they change to English. 
 
 My jaw drops. The words say `` you did not listen to us, Heather. Now the timeline of your universe is irreparably damaged. Your stockbroker knows you have inside info. Together you may have doomed your species, but most assuedly yourself. We're coming for you.''
