[ WP ] A human generational ship is sent back 100 yrs to early 21st century Earth by a temporal anomaly . The crew decides to colonize Earth instead ...

“ Dear lord, ” Captain Jocat Hanson waved his hand, enlarging the view screen. 
 
 “ Those stars, they ’ re… ” 
 
 “ Captain? ” Commander Leopold Statford, the spacetime navigator, looked up. 
 
 “ What do you see? ” the Captain asked, keeping his eyes fixed on the open space. 
 
 “ The Minkowski readings are off the charts, sir. We ’ re in uncharted space, ” Statford tried to make sense of his readings. 
 
 “ Captain, we ’ ve lost connection with the homing beacon, ” Communications Officer Kriptwo flipped through every channel. “ Nothing, sir. We ’ re flying silent. ” 
 
 Beeeeep. A hologram projected an image of a humanoid android, “ Scans find all crew and passengers are safe and sound. But, sir, I ’ ve lost connection with the pharmacy. ” 
 
 “ Yes, thank you, Walter. It appears we are in uncharted space, I ’ m afraid we ’ ve lost all communications at the moment, ” the Captain explained to Walter. 
 
 “ Without connection to the pharmacy, they will be unable to beam supplies. ” 
 
 “ Thank you Walter, ” the Captain held his hand horizontally, closing the hologram. “ Wait…, ” the Captain turned his head and looked out at the stars. 
 
 “ I ’ ve seen this before…. ” 
 
 “ Sir? ” Kriptwo dialed into a frequency. “ I ’ m picking up something, just twelve stips away. ” The Captain ignored and tapped the screen imbedded into his palm. He closed his eyes and used MyndSync to scroll through his memories. 
 
 “ There, ” his palm screen displayed a star map, printed onto a large, sepia colored sheet of paper. The Captain pointed his palm outward and the hologram took over, projecting the map for all to see. 
 
 “ That formation is from…., ” Statford ’ s A.I. chip crunched through his brain, 
 
 “ That ’ s centuries old, sir. From 2015, to be precise. ” 
 
 “ Sir, transmissions from the planet are primitive… Sir… It ’ s The Simpsons, ” 
 Kriptwo dug their head deeper into the soundbar. Peace Advisor Reynkin entered stood up from his seat and stood next to the Captain, 
 
 “ Jocat, did we just go back in time? ” 
 
 “ It seems like it… Do we land? Would that cause hysteria? ” 
 
 “ Not if we properly introduced ourselves. The main issue is, we don ’ t have 
 any known way of getting back, ” Reynkin raised an eyebrow. 
 
 “ Yes.. hmmm… then… Do we find a new planet? Fly blind and colonize there? ” 
 
 “ Well…, ” Reynkin tapped Jocat on the shoulder, “ But… what is our missions? ” 
 
 “ ’ To accelerate humanity..., ’ ” the Captain raised his head. “ Perhaps if we colonize here… share our technologies with them… We could accelerate humanity by 100 years. ” 
 
 “ Sir, would that cause a temporal anomaly? ” Stratford beckoned. 
 
 “ It appears we ’ ve already been through one, ” the Captain responded. 
 
 “ Sir, there ’ s the problem of a feedback loop, ” Stratford replied. “ What if the next generational ship gets sent back in the same anomaly? ” 
 
 “ Then, humanity gets advanced again and again, until the problem is solved, ” Reynkin answered. “ Think of it. The chance to help humanity! With our knowledge, we could save the climate. Feed the poor, heal the sick. Your own ancestors! ” 
 
 “ Stratford, will any events that take place have a direct effect on us? ” the Captain asked. Stratfrod typed a few numbers into the computer and replied, 
 
 “ Negative, sir. It appears we have our own personal timeline. This is…this is amazing information here…., ” he looked at the screen in awe. 
 
 “ Very well, then. Kriptwo, open a communication line with Earth, ” the Captain commanded, taking his seat. 
 
 “ Sir, the Minkowski field is calibrated, ” Stratford ’ s AI chip beeped. 
 
 “ Take us home, Commander. ” 

