[ WP ] You 're part of a small team of researchers about to discover time travel . Just as you 're about to publish your findings , you find that one of your colleagues has already published them - two weeks ago .

We had taken hours, days, months, years out of our personal lives just to reach this point. 
 I never thought it would happen in my lifetime. 
 The particle collision data on our main computer monitor is giving us the numbers we could only dream of. It's as if the equations are becoming a life of their own. 
 `` Is this it? Is this really it?!'' One of my colleges asks me ecstatically. His wide grin is only matched by mine. 
 `` It is Steve... it is,'' I say back to him. 
 My other college Travis, Steve, and myself all embrace each other with vice-grip hugs and jump up and down, hollering `` We did it! We did it! We did it!'' as we do so. 
 `` Before we get too crazy guys,'' Travis says to us, making sure we make eye contact with him, `` we have to record the time and date of our discovery.'' 
 `` Yeah, get the paper work out of the way, good thinking Travis,'''I say before sprint walking to a table nearby to record our findings on a separate PC unit. 
 `` We need whiskey to celebrate-I mean vodka-I mean champaign-oh to hell with it! I'm buying us enough liquor to get us hungover into the next week!'' Steve shouts out before grabbing the keys to his car. 
 I begin to type on the page I just opened. I thought it was microsoft word, but I am so excited right now that I must have not noticed at first; I find myself typing `` Time travel discovery'' into the google search bar by accident. 
 Our college Hector pops up next to the three words I just typed. 
 `` Hey guys...'' I say. Steve and Travis walk towards me. 
 `` Yeah?'' they both ask. 
 `` Look at this...'' I say to them flatly as I click the search link. We read the paper: A Dawn of a New Age, Time Travel: By Dr. Hector L. Wiggins. 
 We all stare at the monitor for a good few minutes. 
 `` WHAT. THE. FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!'' Travis yells before running out the building. What follows I feel can not be uttered, as I have never heard Travis shout out things so fowl and cruel. Mostly about Hector. I might join him as well. 
 `` When was this published?'' Steve asks with a robotic voice that hides with it uncontrollable rage. 
 `` So in comparison to today's date....two weeks ago,'' I tell him. 
 ``....George?'' Steve asks. 
 ``....Yeah?'' I ask back. 
 ``....I think we need to pay Hector a visit.'' 
 ``....Yeah. I'll bring a laser machine if you bring duck tape.'' 
 `` Agreed.''
