[ WP ] Instead of killing him , a timetraveller tells Hitler how future generations will remember him .

`` I'm not here to kill you.'' I raise my hands in the air to show him I mean what I say. 
 
 Hitler draws his lips into a smile. `` How did you get in here?'' 
 
 `` I came from the future.'' 
 
 I'm not sure whether I expected disbelief, but Hitler sits easily in his living room, right foot crossed over his left. He lights a cigar. `` And what does the future have to say?'' 
 
 `` The future hates you,'' I say, saliva flying out from my lips. `` The future will hate you,'' I say, correcting my tense. 
 
 Hitler looks out the window, towards the country he has finally conquered. He is smiling. He knows what he is about to do. He has it all planned; no trace of spontaneity clouds his mind with doubt. 
 
 I stare straight at him, my mind wavering but my gaze insistent. `` Think about how you will be remembered.'' 
 
 Hitler turns towards me. His smile does not dissolve like I expect. Instead, it grows wider. Almost warm. `` At least I will be remembered'' -- a pause --'' and that's all that matters once we return to the very graves we trampled on, nein?''
