The executive looks out of his 14th floor window overlooking the nuclear plant next door. He had always found it a bit strange that Achron Inc. got permission to build one for personal use, even if only a relatively small one. Until recently, that is, considering how little the government has acted against the company after his whistleblower report. The executive starts his voice recording app, not for the first time today, to note down some of his thoughts: “50 million dollar fine and a forced release of the patent, that's all the punishment they got. Sure, in 10 years a competitor will have made a competing device, but that seems to have only accelerated this mad gold-rush to extract wealth while it lasts. The fine itself? A joke. Worse still, every employee that left due to ethical concerns got replaced by an employee with no ethical standard at all. It’s as if my report achieved the exact opposite of what it set out to do.” The executive taps his wrist watch, pausing the recording, as he spots a convoy of limousines parading their way up the front door. The Leap™ scheduled in 15 minutes is going to fill the company's budgets for the next 4 years, and he even overheard the CEO talking, in great lengths, about having invited the Governor-General of Nova Luna.
Still, a VIP of such stature using the device today is exactly what he’s been hoping for. He knows for a fact that, once imprisoned for the crime he is about to commit, it will be his word against theirs, with their words being backed by over 21 legal teams spanning 4 different countries. He hopes that the voice recordings he took showing his side might swing public opinion his way. He doesn't feel bad about any of it, after all, when whistleblowing has no effect, one takes more drastic measures. The beauty of the company hiring people with less scruples and greater greed is that they’re incredibly easy to bribe. The beauty of the operating floor being half-full of newbies incapable of understanding the nuances of the extremely complex Aion-Generator™ is that they’ll overlook the warning signs of sabotage.
They think that they’re jumping into an already prepared timeline, having bribed the Roman Emperor to let them host a blood game of their own choosing. They're leaping alongside them various historical characters and personal enemies, albeit from slightly in the past, planning to have them fight for their lives while the they live and watch like Emperors. They even sent ahead modern amenities to make the viewing experience even more pleasant. “Clearly this goes against the principles of only transporting long dead people. It also ignores the scientists’ warnings of manipulating the near-present due to the instability this causes in the current timeline. But it seems the Governor-General has a personal vendetta against a few Lunar Billionaires, and is willing to provide a lot of money to see his former competitors die in the Colosseum. Plus, as we’ve well established, Achron policy places wealth above morality or caution. Disgusting...”
He doesn't mind that his current voice-notes are incoherent and all over the place, he had already written a more cohesive collective of notes days before, sent out to a few of his trusted reporter friends. The whole world will know about this within the hour. But the monologue keeps away his nerves, for soon the entire facility will go into lockdown and armed guards will come storming into his office. After all, no matter how many hands he bribed, an executive, namely himself, will need to approve and push through those changes to the Generator currently running in the basement. When the Governor-General ends up walking into an unprepared timeline, the Aion-Gate™ collapsing behind him because our electronics can’t handle the sheer energy of Leaping™ approximately a dozen people all the way to the stone age, the company will want answers, a resolution, and a neck to chop.
Obviously, repairing the electronics won’t take a lot of time, there are plenty of spare parts and the Generator will be operational within a day. But during that day, the extremely distant timeline will have shifted away from us, and who knows with what accuracy we can restore our connection to the Governor-General. “I hope the accuracy is off by at least 0.0003%, so the Governor-General gets to spend over a week enjoying Neanderthal culture. I hope they enjoy the historical significance of the Devil’s Nest in Finland about 8000 years ago, cause I felt that that cultural landmark better suited those snakes than the grand Colosseum. I hope he enjoys being stuck with the local caveman inhabitants, some historical figures he specifically selected for their fighting skill and ferocity, and his political enemies during their prime. I, sincerely, from the bottom of my heart, hope he survives this hostile environment long enough so that a mammoth can step on him a day before rescue.”
The executive continues his rambling monologue, occasionally sipping from his half-empty cognac bottle. He probably won’t get to finish it.
Though, his story is not your story, for you find yourself in Finland, 8000 years into the past, having only just arrived from whichever timeline you lept from.