Time-Traveling Justice

I graduated to Time Traveler Corporal after five long years of training. Finally I was allowed to travel unsupervised and on my own. The number one rule they teach you: don’t bother trying to change the present. Small details might vary but at the end, nothing really could change.

I always had this terrible suspicion that I hadn’t been told the truth. At least not the whole truth. So I devised a test of my own: killing my father before I was born. I mean, he was an ass really, and technically I couldn’t change history, so why not try?

I went back to the year before my birth. I found the man who so severely had disciplined me when I was a kid and killed him with my own hands. What a pleasure!

I came back to present time and, of course, nothing of substance had changed. I was certain with my actions I could impart justice and demonstrate that history can be changed. I guess it never occurred to me that I was adopted.