text: (Inspired by the Twilight Zone story "Cradle of Darkness" and Alfred Bester's short story "The Men Who Murdered Muhammad") I am glad this still works. Using this laptop for the first time in five years, and probably also for the last time, as there are likely no ways of reloading the battery for many more decades. Not to mention that I won't be there anyway. Many people asked what happens if we kill Baby Hitler. I did it. I killed Baby Hitler. I wish I didn't. Dear God, I wish I didn't! You might have heard of those studies about quantum mechanics. Sending information into the past. Altering the past. I did it. I sent something very specific into the past. Baby Hitler has died. Or not. It is too complicated. In one possible past, Baby Hitler was killed. In one possible past, we don't exist because history afterwards went different. Or rather because time there is just written now. There it still is the 19th century now. If you can read this, you are from the 21st century. It is 20 April 1894 here. It is exactly five years now since it happened. I still can connect to my old work. I don't know why or how. Somehow I still can send those messages into the future. Or what was the future. I don't know if it will collapse. I don't know if it will still exist and my reality exists as a new probability. There are many great things happening, the same as were in your timeline. I don't know what will change here. I don't know what the future will be like. I still exist on the original timeline. But I also exist here. I don't know how this is even possible. It should not be. Am I myself there? Will I be myself there when I die here? Will I disappear here and just be there again one day? I don't know. I can only give you a small history of how I did it. There is really not much else to talk about. But I am afraid that what I did might actually change something else. It was 18 March 2024. It should be around 18 March 2029 now in your timeline. So, shortly after the President was elected in 2024 - by the way, hopefully hereby I can send congratulations from here again about the re-election in 2028! I mean, he was re-elected, I hope? "Bring the joy again!", as the slogan went! - but I digress. So shortly afterwards I had finished this experiment to send inforamtion into the past. I tried specific time persiods, just small amounts of information, but continued experimenting for weeks. The thing was, while I was able to see the information going there, nothing seemed to have changed in the future. Days seemed to fly by as I was experimenting. Really, stuff that felt like it took a few minutes actually took an hour or two sometimes. Once I even went to a doctor to have my time perception checked, but he didn't find anything. Silly me! So at that day, 18 March 2024, an accident happened. I still don't know what happened. Well, it went horribly right, I guess. I sent some folders back in time to Hitler's birthday, to Vienna. I sent the information back on where he was born, what he will become, etc. - just trying to see if the past will change. If someone will at least report about those strange informations after the fact. But I somehow traveled with them into the past. I decided that, as I was now stranded there, I would take the opportunity to change the past myself. Of course, everyone was talking about my strange clothes, and after I got a bag for my laptop from a dumpster I had to actually hire somewhere for badly paid work, cash, to afford a ride to Braunau. Luckily cleaning shoes and feeding horses is something people were willing to pay for. At least after giving me a beating or two for not also applying shoe cream to the shoes. So with my bag with this laptop and the folder with newspaper articles I went to Braunau in a "Fiaker", a horse carriage. I went there and killed Baby Hitler. Gettting to the address at night, just entering through the window when nobody was looking. Doing it. Leaving. And of course, if you kill a baby, people don't look very favorable at you. There was a big investigation. The strange guy in town was noticed easily - what with all the modern clothing I had. So I got arrested because just that made me suspicious. Then the evidence was found, the newspapers. After inspecting my bag, I was allowed to keep what is inside. Well, "keep" in the sense that it was locked away. That is, it was locked away until after the trial. They used symbolism. Five years after the birth of my victim I should die. I was locked away. Last night, I received my bag with the newspapers and the laptop. Guards are watching me right now. I convinced them that this is a typewriter, self-made, with a lamp. I convinced them that sometimes I just write my thoughts on it even without paper. I don't know how I pulled it off. But I can use it now. Just for a few more minutes. The few time I had broke my heart. Nothing seems to have changed. And then I understood that this is a parallel timeline. I did not change what happened originally but I created a new future that yet is to be made. Did I always create new futures when sending information into the past? Was it too insignificant, and only this time it branched off? I don't know. I really don't. I don't have much time left. My execution starts in a few minutes. I don't know why I still can connect to the internet. It should not be. But it seems to connect me ten years ago? It is 2019 there. It should be 2029. I don't know. I came up with a theory about thermodynamics. How they influence parallel timelimes. But I don't have enough time left to write it down. I must almost go. But if that theory is true, then your future is evaporating as my future comes into existence. I don't know what will be in September 1956 when the timelines overlap. Or if it will go on like this forever. Or if your timeline is normal and only my laptop connects to the past for that reason. I also don't know what will be when I must send this now, time is up.