[ 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 .

*A goddamn DeLorean. * 
 
 This was all that went through my head as I etched my way out of that improbable vehicle. Dad always did love *Back to the Future*, hell, I guess it reminded him of home. A home I learned was not some distant country on the edge of the world. It was the same place I stood now, the place I had been born in, just a hundred years into the future. 
 
 Speaking of that home. 
 
 It was my twenty-third birthday when my father took me to his secret `` garage'' hidden in some old junkyard. I had just gotten my history degree, funnily enough the classes never prepared me to `` live'' history, only to study it. But back to my father and his garage, a place that looked like it had come out of some dystopian Star Trek-esque universe. It was there that he revealed to me who he really was. He was, and always will be, my father. But he was n't what he told other people, he was n't Jimmy, a kind mechanic who lived with his seemingly mentally unhinged wife and their only child. He was Dreon Nex, a DCA agent stationed in Constantinople....in the year 2117. He told me that he had fallen in love with my mother on one of his missions, to catch some drug lord for the next DCA-sponsored trial. 
 
 Did I ever mention what DCA stood for? Its the Department of Chronological Affairs, and apparently its the most judicial organization on the planet in the time of my father. So I suppose this is where my story begins, my father wanted to take me with him, train me to follow in his footsteps. Who was I to say no? I had always loved my father and his quirky personality, and now he offered me the seemingly impossible, a job that lets you travel through time. I needed training of course, and he offered me the perfect job, I was to travel with him on his most important mission yet. 
 
 Capturing Adolf Hitler. 
 
 The `` kidnapping'' went smoothly, and soon enough my father had him prepared to be brought before a global DCA trial. I was surprised with how good my father was at his job, he had managed to take the bullets out of Adolf's gun, and replaced them with some sort of sleep darts. His apparent suicide was really just a long nap on his part. Anyhow, I took a few peeks around his bunker and soon enough we were far away from 1945 Berlin, and back to my own `` home'' time. It was there that my father took Hitler to the year 2117 to prepare him for the trial. He left me at home to say my goodbyes, prepare my mother for when my father would return to get her, and take anything with me that would remind me of the past. My father had taken a sleek cylinder-shaped time machine to the future and he had left me a more jury-rigged one, telling me it would be something I'd enjoy. I had gotten excited, because I always knew my father had a sense of humor. 
 
 It was a fucking DeLorean. 
 
 The man had built a time machine out of a DeLorean, and here I was, a modern day Marty McFly ready to drive the thing into the future. Turns out the thing did n't even drive. You pushed down on the pedal, the car began to shake as everything outside was blurred, then the speedometer hit 88 mph, and I was off. When I had arrived in the future, I quickly got out of the thing, my father had warned me that the DeLorean would be a one way trip, and it was obvious why. The energy coming out of the time-traveling engine was literally melting the car. I took a few steps back, looked around and found myself in a patch of grass in my hometown. Before I could go off and explore I spotted a grey VTOL aircraft coming down to land in the small field I found myself in. 
 
 The bird landed, and my father stepped out. 
 
 After a bit of talk we both stepped back inside the bird and it took off, my father briefed me on where we were going. The trial of Adolf Hitler was about to begin, and we had front seats. I glanced at the on board display to see where the trial was taking place. Constantinople, the HQ of the DCA, unsurprising. My father quickly explained that all trials took place in a rebuilt Hippodrome, specifically built to host these trials. While my mind was filled with questions to ask my father, my body demanded rest, and so I slept until we arrived in the final city of the Roman Empire. 
 
 The trial was like nothing I had ever seen. 
 
 The rebuilt Hippodrome, which looked more like a giant futuristic stadium turned courthouse, was filled with people. Each section seemed to be divided, but not by country. My father explained that since the Crisis Wars there had only been one `` nation'', and everything was divided by what culture you identified the most with. Floating monitors flew everywhere, but I quickly ignored them as a I looked towards the center of the stadium. It was him, the Fuhrer himself, Adolf Hitler. He was standing with another man on a floating platform in front of another long floating ship like thing, which was where the judge and jury sat. My father and I took our place on another floating platform that acted as stands, which allowed us to get within earshot of the trial. After what seemed like an eternity the trial began. 
 
 Hitler spoke first, in his almost iconic loud German. 
 
 The man beside him struggled for a moment to put something in the former Fuhrer's mouth, and after succeeding Hitler began speaking in my own language. My father told me that the device the man; who I discovered was Hitler's court-appointed lawyer, placed in his mouth allow the language spoken to be translated into whatever language the surrounding people needed to hear. As I began to understand what he was saying, I had to hold back a laugh. He was trying to convince the court that `` Great Germany'' would storm whatever defenses they had to get him back. Obviously he had not learned what year it was, or maybe he had, considering he's only defense was insanity caused by medication. 
 
 The trial went on the same way it had began. 
 
 Hitler kept on defending himself, Germany, and his master race. The court kept retorting with the evidence of the horrors he had inflicted on people. Eventually the cause of his insanity was put into question, and it was discovered that the sleeping darts my father used were the cause. My father remained calm of course, it turns out that this was a common side effect for people born before the 1960's. Because his insanity was caused after he had committed the crimes he was accused of, the Fuhrer was quickly found guilty. 
 
 The verdict was n't death, as I had presumed, but to become a Watcher. 
 
 To become a watcher was the worst punishment inflicted by the DCA court, and sounded like something out of a Greek myth. It involved first a level of torture that is used to prepare you for becoming a Watcher. After that is done you are frozen in some sort clear, see through, carbonite like substance. The substance was called Oculunite, and it was some strange sort of symbiote. It fed the body and kept you alive, but it only let yours eyes and ears function. After the Watcher was put into this substance it was transferred to the Criminaleum, where all the watchers are kept. Here a list of the crimes you committed are put next to you, and people are allowed to walk through the halls of the Criminaleum and see all the criminals the DCA have put away. You, as a Watcher, are forced to watch for the rest of eternity as people treat you the way you really are, as a monster. 
 
 Hitler screamed as he was dragged from the courthouse. 
 
 Nobody cheered, to be a Watcher was a terrible punishment, but everyone understood that justice had been done. A few months later I walked through the halls of the Criminaleum, having just become an official DCA agent, and I saw him. 
 
 I kept on walking.
