[ WP ] You 're humanities first time traveler and upon traveling back to England in the middle ages , you find a WIFI signal located somewhere in the village you landed in .

You can run all the VR scenarios you want, but nothing is going to prepare you for the smell of the mid-14th century. I immediately gagged, hot, sour bile rising to the back of my throat as I doubled over. This managed to make the sensation worse, as the change in viewpoint revealed the source of the smell; a decomposing dog in a pile of what looked like human faeces. The guys back home were going to pay for this, I bet they did it deliberately. Of course the boffin's maintain that they ca n't be so precise, but I'm sure there was some sniggering as the temporal vortex was spinning up. 
 
 The question of my exact location brought some semblance of the mission priorities to my mind, unfortunate dog temporarily forgotten as I straightened up and took a few steps down the ally I'd been deposited in. I put two fingers to my temple and rubbed gently, a move that would have looked normal enough to any onlookers -- perhaps they'd figure me a drunk trying to rub away the hangover. However, in actual fact it served to boot up my implants. A dot flashed in the corner of my vision, then expanded into text confirming my augmented iris was online and receiving data from the AI unit jacked into my upper brain stem. 
 
 Date line: 08.06.1348 
 Location: 50.6130° N, 2.4570° W ( Melcombe, Dorset ) 
 
 Perfect. Gave me a few days to scope out the place and find my mark. He was due into town in a couple of weeks, off a boat from Gascony. Poor sod. Fancy being the source of the Black Death in the UK. Patient zero. Killer of millions. Still, it was n't my job to get involved, I just needed the samples, then follow the spread for a while. See what we can learn to fight the Plague's 22nd century younger and more deadly cousin. 
 
 Network: Found, password needed. 
 
 The message hung in my vision. Wait, what? I instructed the AI to do a refresh, but the same message came back. I did a hard reset, this time triple tapping my temple. After the reboot, same message. I instructed a trace, but it was impossible to triangulate with being just a single source. 
 
 My mind was racing. Must be a hardware fault, which is not what you want all alone in the freaking 14th century. Did the error call into question the other readings I was getting? Dammit. I needed confirmation, but could n't risk raising suspicion by wandering round asking people where, never mind when, I was. 
 
 Think. Ok, back to the original plan. Assimilate, ease my way in. And what better way then to walk straight forward into the tavern on the other side of the road. Hit my mission targets and have whatever passed for a beer to ease my nerves. Hell, maybe the local brew would shock my AI back into functioning properly. 
 
 On entering the dreary looking two story stone building my first thought was that the smell of the dog was preferable. Stale sweat, blood, and what my AI said was seaman ( at that point I almost wished it was malfunctioning ) eddied together in the confines of the bar. But this time I managed to hold my desire to gag again and shuffled to a low chair in a dim corner. 
 
 A serving girl spotted me an sauntered over. I barked an order for an ale in an accent that the VR systems back home said was perfect for the time, but made the girl raise an eyebrow at me. Still, she seemed happy enough with the coin I threw her and turned to head back to the bar. 
 
 I had a few moments to look about me, assessing any threats first, then exit points. Happy I had options for if this went bad I let out a long sigh. The AI was warning me of elevated heart rate, and even though I did n't trust it, the pounding sensation in my chest backed it up. Boy was I looking forward to the drink the girl was now bringing me back, ale suds slopping over the pewter tankard as she ambled over. 
 
 She plonked it on the table next to me, the contents sloshing further. Then, more delicately, she left a slip of paper next to it. 
 
 I frowned `` what's that?'' I said nodding at the folded paper. 
 
 At first I thought she had ignored me as she straightened up and turned to leave. But she cast a glance back towards me and said, with a wink 
 
 `` The wifi password of course'' 
 

