The Paradox Dilemma
My name is Dr. Obando
I study future present and past
The science of the dimensions
And a multiverse vast
Then one day came a point
When all research was complete
Time for experiments came
And we went under the streets
There a machine was built
That could turn back the clock
Most of us dubbed it a miracle
Others a pandora's box
Up until that time
It had been speculated
That one could only move forward
As speed had demonstrated
But with the machine built
We had answered the queries
In a way proving wrong
Yet confirming Einstein's theories
As we stepped under
SwitzerlandBehind our high tech machines
There were two groups of scientists
Two very different teams
The lies we told the public
Were at least halfway true
The machine did serve dual purpose
Yet only one was withdrew
The collider was a success
And it had worked like a charm
But what the public did not see
Was the machines dual harm
It started weeks before
When the selection process began
We needed to find an applicant
One who fit the demand
The person who was chosen
Would step inside the machine
Go back in the timeline
What no other had achieved
One applicant was chosen
His name was Tyrone Pillat
He met all of the requirements
And was a physicist at that
Once the agreements were signed
And his secrecy was sworn
We then shipped him to Switzerland
A man to be reborn
Just one day later
Is when we set him on track
Adorned with an
iPod touchOne swipe would bring him back
We did have our concerns
That it would not survive the journey
Since the technology did not exist
At any point prematurely
We discussed all the risks
Wondered if he'd reappear
If so where would it be
And in what prior year
We knew that the
iPodCould bring him back to our time
But as stated before
It's future was not defined
But we'd decide to take the risks
In the name of science
And we proceeded on
With little to no defiance
With $10,000,000,000 to build
The machine had to succeed
Failure was not an option
And we had made this our creed
On September 10th
The machine was given power
And as the protons collided
It was like a blooming flower
At first there was pain
At least for Mr. Pillat
As molecules ripped apart
And then transported back
At the moment of impact
He disappeared from the room
And as we all cheered
The happiness turned to gloom
One scientist noticed something
That had appeared to us all
Something that had been scratched
Right onto the back wall
As we took a closer look
We saw what it had read
It was a letter from Pillat
Inscribed in blood red
It stated the outcome
In the inscriptions aged state
Some letters had faded
But we all knew his fate
Something had gone wrong
The iPod had fused to his skin
Several bones had been broken
Death's doorstep he now stood in
We knew not what had gone wrong
And experiments were halted
What we later found out
Our wounds were only salted
Three months after this
Our engineer saw something odd
A new file in the system
We thought it was a flaw
No others had access
What happened was a mystery
And then we checked the system
What we saw contradicted history
There was record of a man
By the name of Tyrone Pillat
And the moment we saw it
Our hearts had gone flat
It says he appeared
Just right out of space
A device fused to his skin
Of his I.D. there was no trace
They knew not what to do
This man was in terrible pain
He would not let them touch him
They thought he had gone insane
As all stood in silence
And the scientist watched in awe
He would fight back the pain
And scratched the note on the wall
in his last few breaths
He screamed out to the room
"NO-ONE TOUCHES THE WRITING"
and then died of his wounds
A chill ran up our spines
As this story was read
Could this truly have been his fate
Could we have caused his death
As we contemplated his fate
The alarms sounded in CERN
I then called for the guards
The room my reason for concern
The alarm had been tripped
In the room used for the test
Triggered only by movement
We were scared at best
As I gave the orders
Soldiers busted down the door
In front of us sat a man
His leg bleeding on the floor
I ordered his weapons down
As I saw he was unarmed
When he saw me he say joyous
I was much more alarmed
I told him that the area
Was closed off to the public
But what he would say next
Would make for a new subject
He became confused
He acted as if he knew me
Stating we had sent him back
Back to the 1950's
He said I was one of three scientist
Who had known of the plan
And then he showed us the iPod
The one we created beforehand
Then he spoke one more thing
About his grandfather's ranch
The destination they sent him to
And a murder by chance
As they sent him back
And he stared from the hay
His iPod had malfunctioned
And the music was put in play
This alerted his grandfather
Which had lead to a fight
Between two generations
Trying to survive the night
Long story short
And to save his own soul
He grabbed his grandfathers gun
The results don't have to be told
That's when he swiped the iPod
And returned back to his future
We swept into the room
Where he lay bloody and unsutured
As I stood there is shock
I told the soldiers to take him away
As we examined the iPod
And the events of that day
Over the next few days
We ran a search on his name
And when it brought up nothing
We speculated his claims
Although we took to this lightly
The military vastly differed
As they swept him into a room
From which we would hear whimper's
We all knew what was happening
But we could do nothing at best
The projects were top secret
The government funded our tests
So as this went on
All we could do was debate
This mans life rested in our hands
The outcome would seal his fate
And after months of conferencing
A thought suddenly came to our minds
The events he had described
About his journey through time
He had murdered his grandfather
In his own self-defense
And as we searched public record
Everyone of us clenched
The man he named as his granddad
Was killed in the year 1956
The murderer never caught
As he fled into the mist
As information was found
I ordered they stop interrogations
As I myself questioned the man
His words stopped all investigations
He said his mother was born
In the year 1962
Eight years after the incident
He said he went through
As we searched her name
Like him no results were found
His mother was never born
Her dad prematurely laid down
As we collaborated
We took his story as true
He could not have been lying
Security to tight to get through
He appeared out of nowhere
And one theory split the room
The concept of multiverse
a theory yet to bloom
The theory calls for
A universe class three
One that shares the same space
Yet remains to be seen
To put in simple terms
Class three universes reside
In a different dimension
Then in the one we preside
But when it concerns time travel
That's when things get strange
For the
time traveler at least
For him things might rearranged
And if universes may be infinite
One concern is as follows
If one goes back in the timeline
Two universes may wallow
To put it quite simply
If one turned back the clock
The world they returned to
May not be the same rock
What I mean by that
Is that there's no way to assure
One returns to the universe
Which they lived in before
If this theory stands true
He returned to an alternate future
One without him involved
Where his life was not sutured
We knew not what to do with him
But one thing was for certain
He was a danger to our world
We were forced to keep closed curtains
Now that he was in this world
We could not let him leave
He would offset the balance
Even endanger the breed
So we set him up
In his very own place
Supplies now brought to him
Secluded in his own space
But this decision
Was not made by just ourselves
The orders came from
the pentagonThat his home would be his cell
We kept track of his thoughts
Through an electronic journal
And as time moved ahead
His thoughts became eternal
He would go on for pages
Questioning his own existence
In a universe not his own
That greeted him with resistance
But six months after the incident
His journals suddenly stopped cold
Not a single word sputtered
Not another one told
As we checked the cameras
That were set up in his home
We saw him laying dead
Silent and alone
We we rushed to his safe house
Once again doors were busted down
But this time there was no blood
No thanks or a sound
All we saw was a man
A time traveler long dead
Cyanide inside his system
Problems still in his head
He could not take the seclusion
Read his scribbled suicide letter
Of being a man without meaning
Not able to achieve better
As they cleaned up the body
Removing it from the home
The place he considered prison
The only place he roamed
In a way I felt for him
This man who turned back the clock
But he also should have known the risks
Of the grandfather paradox
-Carlos "House" Gerardo
