[ WP ] You travel to the future to find that Hitler is on trial , and his disappearance was in fact a future super police operation . The trial is public .

I gripped the bar in front of me, uncertain about where to go from my current position. Cameras flashed obnoxiously from the Press Gallery opposite, and people surrounding me variously read the program in front of them, tapped holographic handheld devices or stared blankly into space, waiting. 
 
 I found it curious that none of them, however they chose to waste their time currently, found the fact that the most evil man ever to exist in recorded history sat nonchalantly at the mahogany desk below. 
 
 I should probably explain my position at this point. I'm sure that all of, one way or another, have found out about the invention of the time machine. I should also probably mention that I was one of the `` Beta Testers''. This was my beta test. I could n't possibly have had the audacity to imagine that what I would see could be this monumental. 
 
 But anyway, as I implied before, Hitler sat before me, unaware of my intent stare on his slicked back hair. From what I could gather from non-suspicious questioning, Hitler had been taken right after Eva Braun pulled her trigger, and just before Hitler was about to pull his. Right now though, he was flanked by a pair of armed guards, each holding some sort of futuristic device that I could n't hope to decipher the use or function of. 
 
 As I pondered these things, and by what method I could descend the stairs and kill Hitler before anyone else reacted, the judge entered from an erstwhile unseen door. I do n't pretend to understand how a court proceeds, or what the words that were said meant. You can click [ here to get a full transcript of the proceedings. ] ( https: //www.youtube.com/watch? v=dQw4w9WgXcQ ) 
 
 Hitler climbed up to the witness stand. The jurors glared at him as he moved slowly to his seat. He audibly sighed. He knew the inevitable would come. 
 
 A disheveled man strode towards Hitler, doing his best to exert an aura of confidence, and failing miserably. This was obviously the defence lawyer. 
 
 `` Adolf Hitler?'' he questioned. 
 
 `` Ja-yes,'' Hitler murmured, unconsciously using German but catching himself in time. I should add, it was definitely convenient of me to arrive in a country that spoke English. You could argue that it is too convenient, but in what cases do languages spoken by so many people die in a hundred years? Yes, some words were new and unfamiliar. What is a `` Dumbbullion'' or a `` Surnjin''? I do n't know. But it did n't matter. Meaning gets its way across. 
 
 `` The events which you have been charged happen over a number of years. Twelve, to be precise. Do you deny that they in fact took place?'' 
 
 `` No. I do not.'' 
 
 `` What defence do you have to your actions?'' 
 
 `` Insanity. Caused by medication.'' 
 
 `` Expand on this, please.'' 
 
 `` For many years I had suffered from...'' Hitler's voice slowed to a halt. 
 
 `` Yes?'' 
 
 `` Syphilis. I suffered from syphilis. I was prescribed for many years that I should take a concoction made of mercury to cure it. I tried for all my adult life. I have recently been informed that this could be the reason for what I did. However, I have no recollection of these events, only vague feelings of making decisions.'' 
 
 `` When did you take these pills? At what points during the day?'' The defence lawyer prompted. 
 
 `` Every time before making important decisions. My maid would remind me because I would always forget and she would always meet with me before I went to visit the fellow leaders of Germany.'' 
 
 The trial wore on. More questions were asked. My initial adrenaline rush faded, cold beads of sweat no longer coursed down my back, tickling my skin. I became bored with the proceedings. Witnesses were called. Mostly Jews, mostly sixty plus years old, transported the same way as Hitler, promised to be returned safe and sound. 
 
 The jury's hatred was tangible. What they assumed was justice was calling to them. But it was obvious it was n't justice, it was and could only ever be hateful vengeance. Hitler could never, ever receive a fair trial. He knew this. The defence lawyer knew this. The judge knew this. everyone in the court knew this. And they proceeded anyway. It would have been better for Hitler if they had allowed him to die. But they had to `` Bring him to justice''. Not let him `` End things on his own terms''. He ends up dead either way. 
 
 End dead he became. The jury filed out, and several minutes later filed back in. Hitler's head was buried in his hands. His lawyer vaguely patted his back. 
 
 `` Guilty,'' came the verdict. No other verdict would ever have been given. 
 
 Hitler was lead out. Public executions had been illegal in every country in the world, apparently. An exception had obviously been made for Hitler. 
 
 An iron chair was fastened on a large wooden platform, which Hitler was fastened to. A small jerk, an audible moan, and he was dead. 
 
 I know some of you reading will get a lot of satisfaction from reading this. Hitler was executed! The world is better! But it did n't end as some of you would have hoped. He had a painless death. He would otherwise have had his brains blown out, painfully lingering on the moment of death. He might have missed a little, and bleed to death. But no, a wave of pure death ended him instantly. Not to over use the cliche, but, he died, not with a bang, but with a whimper. 
 
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