Famous sci-fi movie time machines

Every now and then during this post-truth era, I wonder if time travel would settle our current arguments over what is factual and what is fake news. Then I awake from this reverie and remember that it wouldn’t matter, since the instances of disagreement would multiply at a greater rate than our ability and interest in checking out what actually occurred.

More interesting in this Elon Musk era of interplanetary rocket ship tourism, time travel would offer us more pleasant and meaningful opportunities for personal and community growth and enlightenment.

So, if I could travel across time . . .

I’d visit the future first, since it’d be quite easy to screw up the past.

Then I’d go back to Woodstock festival in 1969 and postpone my first wedding by two weeks. A group of us night crew grocery store stock clerks hatched a plan back then to fly in a private plane and parachute into the festival. A better, if not safer, back up plan would have been to buy all the Berkshire Hathaway stock I could afford.

Journeying further back in my own life, maybe age 8 or 9, when things were simpler but not too primitive. Or maybe the early 1960’s as a teenager.

After that I’d travel to the Middle East around 30 AD and watch Jesus’s travels first hand. I wouldn’t want to hang around very long after the crucifixion — maybe 6 months at most.

A day trip to the central steppes during the early Bronze Age.

Going back to 850 AD with lots of solar batteries, texts loaded on multiple redundant Kindles, and corn kernels of various colors. Conquer Europe and die in my sleep as Emperor of Europe. Dealing with the fallout would be fun as well but having to crap in a bucket is a deal breaker for this itinerary.

Going back for JFK’s 1963 assassination in Dealey Plaza. I’d want to have a prime place on the grassy knoll or in the Texas School Book Depository. I’d then come back to the present and open up an internet conspiracy website based on the truth but make no money whatsoever. The truth just doesn’t sell.

Late 19th century Sydney Australia would also be on my list so I could watch my Irish grandfather make his fortune, return to Ireland and rescue his siblings from fighting the Boer War in the British Army, move to America, make another fortune, and marry my grandmother.

But, if I was permitted only one time travel trip, I’d go back to . . . . (to be continued)

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