A short story, on a thought that crossed my mind recently:
It’s not supposed to be this way.
I was trying to save lives and make the world a better place, but as they say, the road to hell is paved with good intentions.
Really, things weren’t all that bad to begin with. The Soviet Union was gone, and while the Russians were trying to stir things up here and there, especially in Iran and Syria, that was more them trying to regain lost glory than actually working against anything in particular the United States was doing. Terrorism was a dying force, after we had sent bin Ladin to the bottom of the sea, and while the world’s economy was still a bit shaky, things were looking up. But no…..that wasn’t good enough. I had to go and try to make things “better”. Me and my time machine. I should have taken the hint from those old classic movies, the Back to the Future series, and destroyed the thing before I started messing with the timeline. Doc Brown was right about time machines, they create nothing but pain. Pain for me, and for billions of others.
And it’s all my fault.