You have the ability to travel through time. Usually you use it to sleep in late, watch movie marathons, and make pizza arrive quicker…

All the other Timetravellers always advised against this kind of time jump. You see, technically one could jump in time anywhere one wanted, except there are some laws of physics you can’t break. Earth rotation is one of them. Each jump needed to be precisely thought of, otherwise one would land in space. And with no atmosphere one would die. My teacher, Kent Layman, always preached: “Jump only when necessary, remember that your position in space-time wouldn’t be the same three hours ago or ahead. You don’t want to jump into wall, won’t you?” And he was right, I once jumped for fun, an hour ahead, because I was hungry. Nearly jumped into the neighbors garage. I figured out very soon, that if I stand at the lake behind our house, at 10:13am, and jumped back in time exactly two hours, I’d end up on the schools parking lot, ready to go to class. My parents insisted I’d be better off with a highschool degree. But then, one day, it struck me. Smartphones are a thing now, and ten years ago, some dude in a black turtleneck presented the “first real smartphone” on a stage, and his crowd was cheering. What if, given that I’d invest into this idea, I could collect the price and never needed to go to school again. I’d have the money to survive, I’d never need to go to work, just because my parents wanted me to have a normal life. So I asked my friend Justin. He’s THE science nerd at school. I asked him to calculate where one would need to be, to be at Wall-Street ten years ago. He said: “Presumeably you’d wanted to be there, ten years ago. But I think I can calculate that. Mr. Layman spoke about earth’s travel once in physics class.” And he did, that magnificent bastard. So I am here now. 250$ in my pocket. In the middle of the central park. At 3am in the morning. It’s quiet, well, as quiet as the Central Park can be. Cars rushing by on the surrounding streets, people having a walk… I can smell the fresh air, it should be raining any second now. My legs hurt, that jump (I don’t have to, but I literally jump every time) wasn’t calculated for height difference, I must have fallen at least six feet. As I am on my way to the stock exchange, I see people calling other people with foldable phones, bricks of technology. I can already smell the cash I’d be having in, well, ten years from now, I guess. Then I heard sirens, policemen coming out every corner, all of them coming towards me. One even had his firearm ready. Then I saw him, Mr. Layman, screaming at the top of his lungs: “Don’t let him jump! Shoot now or everything else is doomed! Shoot NOW!” I got scared. Instinctly I made a jump. Afterwards I realised the looks I’m now getting. I made it! The biggest jump in timetraveller history! Peasants in old rugged linen cloth, starring of dirt looking at me. Polyester shirt, sneakers, and sweating, smelling of fear. I’m on a cotton field. I later found out, that it’s the year 1724 a.D. and everybody is giving me a strange look. 283 years from now, I’ll be a hunted jumper, eventually getting arrested for something I didn’t even do. Then the door slams open. Mr. Layman standing in the light of noon, deep drawn shadows on his face. “Boy, don’t make it any harder than it is. Now follow me, your actions will doom mankind.” He turned and went out of the barn. Strange, I thought, what does that even mean? I followed him, the high noon burning in my eyes, the heat of an old summer warming my skin. How could a harmless jump doom mankind?