I always hated living in my time. Shuffling papers, dealing with narrow-minded AI, and dealing with women that though a man was nothing unless he had power, or fame, or riches.
When the dimensional shift was discovered, the process required a sentient mind in each load. That meant volunteers, for a potentially one way trip. They wouldn't be sent empty handed, but they would be sent alone, with almost no chance we would know enough to get them back this century.
I volunteered.
