[ WP ] After reading hundreds , maybe thousands , of stories of people creating Time Machines and failing . You guess why , and decide to be the first to create the `` Arrival '' port of a Time Machine .

I would love to say my interest in time travel comes from some joyful memories of watching `` Back to the Future'' or something when I was younger, because the reality is a bit too boring. I was really stuck on ideas for the practical project for my Physics course, and I had just read some shitty click bait article telling me about the many futuristic technologies on the horizon. Now there was no time travel on the list, but the idea sprang into my mind regardless, as useless thoughts often tend to. 
 
 Four hours later I was staring at an organised table of all previous attempts to build a working Time Machine. It was at that point, fearing the thought that the most work I had done in a long time had been entirely in vain, I decided I would find a way to fit this whole Time Machine thing into my Project. The only problem was, of course, that this was supposed to be a *practical* project, and for the life of me I could n't think of any simple enough experiment I could do which would tie in to the useless research I had done. But the thought of starting from scratch with so much done was simply not one I could bear, so I decided my only option was to build a ridiculous attempt at a time-machine, and hope I could ride the other two half decent projects I had handed in that year to get a passing grade. As I started putting some actual thought into the logistics however, I realised the genius of the idea; not only would I be able to use my already written crap on the history of failures who had tried to master time travel, but there was nothing in the project description that said the experiment had to yield the desired results. In fact, designing an experiment with an entirely unknown outcome was something revered in the field of Physics. And on top of all that, I do think there was a tiny inclination of hope in me that believed I could get it right. You see I had figured it all out, there will always be some idiot who will try to build the vessel to bring humanity to new frontiers, I just had to be the idiot who built the dock. 
 
 The Engineering student I was paired with was surprisingly complacent. I think I just managed to wear her down with the ridiculous level of enthusiasm I had built up for the project. Now I am not going to explain exactly how the Arrival node was designed, but to put it simply it acted as a beacon sending out information in every form, about the location of itself, from its precise GPS location to the calculated relative location of our milky way from all conceivable points of reference. With very few resources, I begged, borrowed and even used some of my own money to ensure the project was finished. I find it funny how much I put into it, considering I never truly thought it would work. To me the reasoning had always been simple, I simply had to design it to be good enough that I could say I was not repeating any mistakes made before me, and that I could claim the whole thing was backed in some form of reason. 
 
 I hope this helps, with the creation of any sort of memoir of biography, I just thought it was important that my thoughts at the time were written down somewhere, because I have no idea what I am about to get myself into. All I know is that I have to run out, smash the project, tell myself I will understand eventually and run away, and that's only because I have seen it happen.
