[ 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 .

He settled on the stock market rather than the lottery. 
 Sure the lottery would be quicker but stocks are less suspicious. He ’ d never be one of those people that wasted their money on worthless scratch tickets. 
 
 One problem. 
 
 The red light on the receiver stayed on, almost taunting him. 
 He checked, double checked and triple checked everything inside and outside the receiver. The simulation ran with no errors, it should be printing something. 
 
 *I would be sending something to my present self. * 
 *I would have known how hard I worked for this. * 
 
 He slumped into his chair, head in hands. Moments ago he ’ d been fantasising about how life would change as soon as the machine turned on, as soon as the green light came on, everything would be different – now all that filled his head was sickening despair. 
 
 *Maybe it was the amplifying circuit? Was it not properly biasing the* *incoming signals? I ’ d need to test it with a bridge circuit, but I bet my* *life that ’ s it. * 
 
 Furious at himself for overlooking such a simple thing, he jumped into his car and reversed swiftly out of the driveway and down the street. 
 The store was only ten minutes away, ten minutes for all unlimited wealth he thought; it would be the longest ten minutes of his life. 
 He would need to buy a few things in order to test whether his theory was correct or not – it probably was. 
 Ahead of him the traffic light turned green, he grinned. 
 
 *Finally, some good luck. * 
 
 It would have been impossible for him to know, but at that same moment the light on his receiver turned from red to green and began to print a steady roll of blank white paper. The paper would eventually pile up and fall from the table onto the floor, it would continue like this until the paper ran out. 
 It was impossible for him to know this – he would ever know this. 
 The light turned green, he grinned. 
 
 *Finally, some good luck. * 
 
 He accelerated though the intersection. 
 The truck driver had been scratching a lottery ticket. 
 Minds filled with dreams for the future – their deaths came on impact. 
 

