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Prologue
Classified Location, Trinity, New Mexico
1968
The hum of a chronosphere could be heard in the laboratory.
"Well Jessup, one should not play with time."
"Yes professor."
"You know, a dictator once said that a war is never prevented, it is merely postponed to the advantage of others."
"You didn't prevent World War 2, or World War 3, but you still prevented the Holocaust....'
"Rubbish ! It happened nonetheless. Looking at what Yuri and Stalin did is enough to make me feel nauseated."
"So, what are you going to do ?"
"I'm going back. I'm going to set things right. While I can't save my people, it is much better than to lose a lot more people, even if they were of another race or religion."
With that, Einstein stepped on to his Chronosphere, and was transported back in time.
Elsewhere,
Allied HeadQuarters, America
Pentagon, Washington, District of Columbia
The shadowy figure in a nice suit stood before his superior in the room.
"Apparently, he already developed an early version much earlier, originally being an improved Chronosphere, though I haven't found out when he developed it."
"That is not the matter. Preventing communism from becoming a global threat is imperative, and must be dealt in any manner possible."
"Are you sure of this, sir ?"
"Yes boy, I mean, agent 32F. You understand the importance of this mission well and clear."
"I suppose so, but, isn't playing with time dan..."
"Enough ! Get on with it !"
As the man in a nice suit walked off from the office, the superior wondered whether the weather would be bad that day.
Landsberg, Germany, 1936
A much younger Einstein was walking up to a youthful Hitler, his purpose clear, his intent well thought out, and, in his mind, hopefully, a wrong would become a real right.
Before he could achieve this mission, he received a tap on his shoulder.
"Ey ? Who are you?"
"We are the same person, but I'm from a later point in time."
"Incredible ! This time travel nonsense is really exciting isn't it ?"
"Yes, but, I'm afraid you shouldn't kill Hitler ."
"Vy ?"
As the later Einstein explained to the earlier one the events that unfolded, the earlier Einstein bowed his head.
"I suppose we were both selfish. Better for one race to die than for many other races to suffer in its place."
With that, both Einstein's disappeared under a flash of blinding light, as
they returned to their respective points in time.
However,
A deserted cemetery, Georgia, Russia
1917
A young Stalin looked at the tombstone of his deceased mother. Never in his life had he seen a more beautiful, or gentle, woman.
But such is Life. Loved ones die, and we must move, he thought.
As Stalin looked above and saw the cold, vast, wastelands of Georgia, Stalin knew that he had always wanted to change Russia.
Russia was strong, but merely poorly managed, thanks to a weak czar.
But there was a hope.
A group of idealists had just taken over all control in Russia. He already had a high position in Russia. He gained this position by working closely with them. Though it was an ulterior motive, and the leader, a formidable idealist, strong in mind and body, was already suspicious of his schemes, there was little that he could do.
All that this young man had to do was make himself leader, and his dream would come true....
"Hey, Stalin !"
A voice came out from behind him.
Although Stalin figured it was someone else, it looked very much like an old friend of his. He boomed out, in very thick Russian, with a voice, that was, at best, both threatening, and, at this moment, lightened up at the arrival of an old friend.
"Hey Jake ! How's America ? I haven't seen you in a long time !"
"Ja, a very long time, comrade."
Stalin was wondering why this odd american emphasized on the use of the word "comrade", as he reached out his arm to shake hands with the disguised American General.
Within moments, Stalin became nothing more than a memory, and no longer
existed in Time and Space.
Classified Location, Houston, Texas
1968
As the old American General looked at his watch, he realized that time had hardly changed. Or rather, the watch's measurement of time.
"Did you find him, sir ?"
"Stalin, is, well, gone."
"Congratulations sir ! Communism is no longer a threat !"
"I know, but I hope what we expected has come true..."
And with that, the General whisked out a toothpick from his left pocket in his coat, and brought it to his mouth, and he started to ponder.
"Sir, I...er.. here's the report you wanted when you got back, and I suggest you have a very good look at it."
The private handed to the general a report, his hand shaking with fear, and disgust, as memories of military training poured into his memory, reminding him not to portray emotions in the presence of a superior. The general looked on, feeling rather puzzled at private's obvious expression, despite his best attempts at hiding it.
The general scanned the report slowly, his eyes processing the data slowly. His expression, being one of curiosity, became one of astonishment, and utter odium, beyond his own description.
"I' D.."
His eyes went black, the gnawed, over-chewed toothpick fell to the floor, and his mind went blank, as fellow soldiers crowded around him, ensuring his safety.
But little could do to help change the general's perception of the report.
For Hitler had moved on.
And further.