[ WP ] In 2050 , planet earth is about to be destroyed . Scientists believes humanity needs about 500 to 2000 more years to develop the technology to save the planet . As a solution , one man is sent back in time to teach our ancestors . However , he encounters some resistance ...

`` Are you sure this is going to work?'' 
 
 `` Absolutely.'' The chief scientist adjusted his rimmed glasses. 
 
 `` With no hitches?'' 
 
 `` Well, no guarantees on that count.'' 
 
 `` What do you mean?'' The time travel candidate put his muscled, wiry hands on the paperwork. 
 
 `` Well, here's what we know. Based on our calculations, and the formulas we are going to use, we can predict a few things that will happen.'' 
 
 `` Like what?'' His arms were a bit hairy. He was short. Darker-skinned. Sharp, probing eyes. 
 
 `` Well, we know that you will go back in time, but we do n't know how to get you back out. So wherever you go, you'll be stuck there. The trip also tends to make people sick. There will be some vomiting, and other side effects we are n't sure about yet.'' 
 
 `` That's not too bad.'' 
 
 `` So far.'' 
 
 `` So far?'' 
 
 `` Well, we are also pretty sure that your hair growth will be somewhat accelerated... and we're not sure where you're going to land.'' 
 
 `` My hair, wait what?'' 
 
 `` What?'' 
 
 `` You do n't know where I am going to land?'' 
 
 `` Well, no. We ca n't really predict that part of it. We can try to aim you somewhere, but the formula for those calculations is based on some iffy theories.'' 
 
 `` Iffy?'' 
 
 `` Sorry, I meant'experimental'.'' 
 
 `` Can I opt out, maybe wait for a later time?'' 
 
 `` I'm sorry, despite having a time machine, we actually have no time. It's now or never.'' 
 
 The candidate sighed. He suited up, and got into the machine. 
 
 -- - 
 
 The trip in the capsule did n't take that long. It was painful. Like sharp needles stabbing the fleshy part of your underarm. It did n't hurt that badly. It distracted him a bit from the vomiting, and the hair growth. His arms became a forest of hair. His beard grew out, and his hair became long. Despite the pain, he could smile. `` I look like a hippy.'' he said, to no one at all. 30 minutes later, he could look out the window, at the cascade of light and shadow dancing in a tunnel, at the end of the tunnel was his destination. 
 
 It was n't *on* land. 
 
 It was *over* land. He could tell he was above the tree line, quite high up in the air. He would have to fall a bit. He started planning his moves. He went over the checklist in his mind. 
 
 1, Secure local leaders for a conference. 
 2, Explain how he intends to prove that his is neither a witch nor a sorceror. 
 3, If there is a religious authority nearby, he would need to speak to them about this in order to found a society for the development of this technology. 
 4, He would need to secure land, building materials, saltpetre, and, if possible, some- 
 
 He arrived at his destination. 
 
 -- - 
 
 **Gethsemane** 
 
 The Time Travel Candidate materialized in the air above Jesus and fell downwards, his bearded body crashing down upon the Christ and killing him right then and there. As the candidate got up, with the blood of the Messiah on him making it look like he was sweating blood, he looked to the distance. A rabble was shouting in Aramaic. 
 
 Judas was leading the Romans to him. Judas quickly closed the gap, walked up to the candidate and kissed his cheek. As the candidate felt his bearded face, he had only one thought. 
 
 Fuck.
