[ WP ] You are a genius inventor , however every time you are about to publish your work someone else does it before you leaving you with no credit . Suddenly , you have the idea to invent a time machine and go back in time to steal your own finished work before others do .

`` Uncle, why did n't you file a patent when you finished it? It takes a few hours at most.'' Ableton sighed, pressing his palms into his forehead. 
 
 `` That's time taken away from creating, Ableton. Why should I waste precious hours in mundanities when the world offers so much beyond the organizations of men?'' Piotr clapped twice, and gears started turning, generating a magnetic field. As the gears cranked faster, the glass bulbs above them flickered and burned to life - a lost, rediscovered relic of Nikola Tesla's laboratory a century before. 
 
 `` You are living on welfare. Any of your last ten inventions would have made you a millionaire, probably a hundred times over. Your offhanded suggestions to those scientists in Boston won them a Nobel prize. Surely you care somewhat to reap the rewards of your genius.'' 
 
 `` I do n't care for honors. They are made by men to congratulate other men on what wonderful work they have all done. Hardly noble. I've got the prize right here. The prize is doing the work, discovering what secrets nature begs to tell us, and harnessing them to bend the laws of physics and chemistry. Besides, my latest invention will cure all of your concerns.'' Piotr lit a flame under a flask of clear liquid and retreated to the cabinet. 
 
 `` Does it fill out your provisional patents?'' Ableton sneered. 
 
 `` Far better than that - it defies the laws of physics as we know them today.'' Piotr returned to the boiling flask with a mug and loose leaf tea in a steel ball, pouring himself a cup. `` Tea?'' 
 
 `` It's a time machine, is n't it?'' Ableton took the cup. 
 
 `` If you would crudely describe it as such.'' Piotr dropped a block of dry ice into his own cup, jostled it around, and took a sip. `` Step over to the capsule and take a look inside.'' 
 
 Ableton pulled down the handle, which emitted the hiss of air rushing through vents into a vacuum chamber. The door unlocked and opened a moment later. `` This is incredible, uncle Piotr. The craftsmanship and engineering suggests you've had the entire team at, I do n't know, SpaceX working on this.'' 
 
 `` IBM, actually. Very good eye.'' 
 
 `` How can you afford to build these things anyway?'' Ableton raised an eyebrow. 
 
 `` Is it not obvious? I go back in time every time someone makes a fortune on my inventions, and I buy stock when they go public. And for any invention that does n't go well, I go back in time and stop myself from wasting time on it.'' 
 
 Ableton paused for a moment. `` So you intentionally give your inventions away?'' 
 
 `` How else do you think I have time to invent these things?'' Piotr sipped his tea. 
 
 Ableton scratched his chin. `` Why do n't you care for the fame and honor of being known? You're the greatest inventor since Leonardo da Vinci and scientist since Isaac Newton, and your neighbors call the police because they suspect you're building a meth laboratory.'' 
 
 `` I have done that.'' 
 
 `` But no one knows who you are! They deserve to know the truth.'' 
 
 Piotr shrugged. `` The ideas will last for a millenia. The inventions will lay the foundation for further innovation atop them. The cycle of human ingenuity moves forever forward. I, the human who designed them, will die. What need do I or anyone else have for honors then?'' 
 
 Ableton thought for a moment, until he decided he was content with his uncle's answer. He sipped his tea, looked once more at the time machine, and back to his uncle. 
 
 `` The time machine does n't work, does it?'' 
 
 `` It's a meat locker. I thought the hooks gave it away.''
