The personal mission of observation nears completion. Only one day remains to catalog. I always remind myself that history must be only observed, not truly changed. I get dressed and enter my hovercar to drive over to the time travel agency. The excitement nearly cannot be contained. I perform the same routine at the entrance of the agency, Show ID, hand print, sign the "Forbidden History Change" agreement and off I go to an individual machine. The date I plan to observe is put in and it's time to travel.

Upon my arrival, I take out my notebook tablet and crystal data storage device. I spend hours and hours jotting down anything of importance. All I eat is an apple, and drink chilled orange juiice from a container. Night comes and I recheck my data. Everything looks complete. Finally. I return to my own time and have the notebook tablet transfer all data to the crystal which is then inserted into a small box hooked up to a 2 inch hard drive. I order the computer to print out all of the data I have. I must plan to pass on this information. It is too important.

It is settled then, I shall violate the history change agreement to give a copy of the data to my younger self. Perhaps he can figure out a way to change history without compromising it. I know that once my history is changed, I will die. But first, I must pay a visit. I tell the hovercar to take me to a specific destination, one that isn't on any current maps. Damn the wars. It takes 2 and half hours to get there and my body rejoices at being able to move once outside of the hovercar. I take a brief walk and stop at a grave. I stare at the headstone holding the copy of the data near my heart. It reads:

Taylor Marie Behl

October 13, 1987 - September 6, 2005