"Change the now."
That would is an interesting way to say you are rejecting the reality of time travel. That sounds like everything I have attempted to do. I am done with time travel, my only remaining power as a mere mortal is to change the now. Oh how I miss laughing, this prison keeps me from so many things. I grasped for the locket that resides always in the hollow of my throat. My constant reminder of what happens when one is too focused on the future.
Gone.
My daughter's face is the only thing that resides within that small locket. Dear Christine. I imagine that I would some day have engraved upon the other side, 'change the now'. It is an excellent summation of my feelings. I should have given that to my progeny... If I ever bore more children of course. Or maybe it would be given to Claudia as a keepsake for the caretaker. And then it becomes an heirloom, passed from eternal being to eternal being. Each one taking the inscription in their own way.
But in the end each one is aware of it's history. It's origin around the neck of a woman that would have destroyed the Earth in her rage. A woman that changed science. A woman that affected each facet of human history in one way or another, and then I think they would remember that their losses cannot be forsaken. Their pain will remain forever, but in that pain lies the hope that each individual may indeed 'change the now'.
Maybe I'm too proud for my own good. But I think that would be a sufficient legacy. Even if I never gain my body again, I can die comfortably knowing that I did in fact, change the now.