[ WP ] After many failed attempts at altering history for the better a Time Traveler , on the verge of giving up , decides to go back one last time . This time , to rid the world of his pet peeve .

I've failed more times than any human in the history of humanity. Literally. 
 
 Every attempt I've made to better humanity's history has gone horribly wrong in some way or another. I could n't get nearly close enough to Hitler to stop the holocaust. Same goes for Stalin and every other powerful dictator I tried to prevent. I failed in stopping wars, natural disasters, economic failures... everything. 
 
 But this time, I wo n't fucking fail. 
 
 United States of America, 1987. I've done my research. I know who I'm after. Where he lives. What he does. And the best part? Nobody really cares about him. It's what comes years later that's caused so much turmoil around the world. 
 
 I step foot into a large apartment building and head for the stairs. Only a few floors up. I'll walk. 
 
 I approach the wooden door my research points at. `` Wilhite'', the name plate says. 
 
 I knock several times, waiting for an answer. Eventually, a man answers the door. 
 
 `` Can I help you?'' he asks me. 
 
 `` Steven, correct?'' I respond. 
 
 `` Uh, yeah. Do I know you? Or...?'' 
 
 `` Listen. I have something of the utmost importance to discuss with you. Can I come in?'' 
 
 `` I guess? Hold on...'' his voice trails off as he retreats behind the door. I hear the bolt slide out and the chain clanging as it dangles down. `` Come in, then...'' he says as he walks to a table in his kitchen. `` So, what's this all about?'' 
 
 I sit before him at the table, hands sweaty. `` Steven, I know what you're working on right now. And it is crucial that you listen to me.'' 
 
 `` Wait,'' he interrupts me, `` How do you know what my project is right now? Did CompuServe send you to-'' 
 
 `` Not important. What *is* important, however, is that you trust me and do *exactly* as I say.'' 
 
 He stares at me, scared, but eventually gives his approval for me to continue. 
 
 `` Listen. What you're creating for CompuServe is going to *revolutionize* technology. Image formatting will *never* be the same.'' 
 
 `` Are you serious? I did n't think-'' 
 
 `` Steve, listen. I do n't have much more time before I have to go back. Here is what you *have* to remember...'' I lean in close, grabbing his arm. 
 
 `` It's pronounced *'Gif*'.'' 
 
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