[ WP ] You are Alois Hitler , spending your days trying to protect your son from strange future people who are after your son Adolf 's life .

When I finally came to a decision, my blood went ice cold. My legs could barely hold my weight. The two strange men staring at my pale face smiled and lit some cigarettes. They offered me one, which I refused. 
 
 My soul had been drained of any emotion beyond shock and utter emptiness. I asked Adolf to go find my bottle of wine upstairs and watched him disappear in the dark. 
 
 This... this was my son's life at stake... I could n't... I ca n't possibly *murder my sweet boy! * 
 
 The horrible things these two men were telling me... how could they be so certain? 
 
 At first I thought they were completely deranged, but after weeks running away from them, and after all their demonstrations of strange and advanced artifacts and machines the size of a man's fist... I no longer had any doubt. Or I, myself, had gone mad. They were so relaxed, understanding and logical... they were constantly making a huge effort to make me see the `` whole picture'', as they called it. 
 
 I asked them if the simple fact we had met would n't change who my boy would become, and their mission would become unnecessary. They replied in simple terms, that as long as they would keep coming, it would mean it would still happen. And that before my son would rise to power, even other incredible catastrophes were bound to happen in Europe, regardless. I just could n't believe this. 
 
 Could I save my son's life? Yes. Should I? Should I save my own flesh and blood? The confusion, the blood pumping in my head, the pain... 
 
 Should I save Adolf? Or should I make the ultimate Biblical sacrifice and save millions of people, believing these men's word and acting for the greater good, for the preservation of a peaceful future for the entire world? 
 
 Are things really bound to happen? Can we actually change them? Does the Universe react to our whims? 
 
 In the end, I asked them for five minutes with my son. They nodded. 
 
 Adolf came downstairs with the sack and I reached inside for my bottle of wine. I felt the cold, hard grip of my revolver, took it out and shot them. 
 
 I took Adolf to the small interior patio in the back of that house. Inside the sack I had the chloroform and used it on him when he least expected. 
 
 Hours later I was carefully leaving my son's sleeping body in a nearby home. 
 
 I would never see his face again. 
 
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 **EDIT. ** A few years ago, before I became sick, I realized I never remembered to ask if they could take Adolf with them, to the future.
