Item #19: Time Travel Technology from Twelve Monkeys
Mr. Cole, we are giving you an unprecedented opportunity. You, sir, have been given the
option to negate your sentence and sever the ties of your bondage, your imprisonment. You
have been chosen for a mission most important: the salvation of our species. You are to be
the guardian of our future. That's right Mr. Cole; we are sending you back in time. And
your mission is to stop the terrible virus from ever happening.
Your mission is to alter time itself.
It won't be an easy task. In fact, it will be very dangerous. Frankly, you were not our first
choice. Many before you have failed- their investigative skills were not up to par or their
constitutions were too weak to stand the rigors of time travel. In fact, most of them went
insane. But you, you are different. You are special and we are confident that you will
succeed.
So, what will it be, Mr. Cole? What will you choose: a life with purpose, with meaning, or the
status quo- to leave this room and go right back to your cell? We can't make this decision
for you.
Good. Good, Mr. Cole. We knew you were special. So, uh, you're ready to leave now then?
Good.
What's that, equipment? No, sorry, we won't be giving you any of that. Nor will you be
graced with any special performance enhancing cybernetic implants or, at the minimum,
performance enhancing substances. We kinda piped all our dough into this time-travel
thingy and totally forgot about all the other stuff that would aid you in your quest. I know
it's totally weird, isn't it? Anyhow, have a blast; you leave in three minutes.
By the way, if you hear an old guy's voice who calls you "Bob," ignore it. We still don't know
what that's about. But if you learn anything about it then fill us in because he's totally
creepy.
Late.
Mr. Cole, we are giving you an unprecedented opportunity. You, sir, have been given the
option to negate your sentence and sever the ties of your bondage, your imprisonment. You
have been chosen for a mission most important: the salvation of our species. You are to be
the guardian of our future. That's right Mr. Cole; we are sending you back in time. And
your mission is to stop the terrible virus from ever happening.
Your mission is to alter time itself.
It won't be an easy task. In fact, it will be very dangerous. Frankly, you were not our first
choice. Many before you have failed- their investigative skills were not up to par or their
constitutions were too weak to stand the rigors of time travel. In fact, most of them went
insane. But you, you are different. You are special and we are confident that you will
succeed.
So, what will it be, Mr. Cole? What will you choose: a life with purpose, with meaning, or the
status quo- to leave this room and go right back to your cell? We can't make this decision
for you.
Good. Good, Mr. Cole. We knew you were special. So, uh, you're ready to leave now then?
Good.
What's that, equipment? No, sorry, we won't be giving you any of that. Nor will you be
graced with any special performance enhancing cybernetic implants or, at the minimum,
performance enhancing substances. We kinda piped all our dough into this time-travel
thingy and totally forgot about all the other stuff that would aid you in your quest. I know
it's totally weird, isn't it? Anyhow, have a blast; you leave in three minutes.
By the way, if you hear an old guy's voice who calls you "Bob," ignore it. We still don't know
what that's about. But if you learn anything about it then fill us in because he's totally
creepy.
Late.
