First perfected in the late twenty-first century, scholars around the world have debated the nature of time and the implications of time travel. Did those early time travelers
inadvertently change history, forever altering the world in which we live? Itís impossible to say for sure. It wasnít until the development of multiphasic cloaking technology in
the late twenty-second century that made travel into the past routine. Surgically implanted, the cloaking device doesnít just render its wearer invisible it puts the wearer out
of phase with the real world, making time direct interactions in the past impossible. However, it wasnít until 2214 with the development of the high density anti-matter power
systems, that temporal tourism finally became practical.
Of course, with time travel, like with any new technology, come those willing to misuse it for profit. Which brings us to how a tourist, from the late twenty-fourth century, ended up hanging helplessly by her wrists in an inquisition torture chamber in sixteenth-century Hungary, who also intentionally arrived here without a multiphasic cloaking implant.
You see, some of those unscrupulous people willing to misuse time travel for profit found a way to send tourist back where their interactions with the locals canít possibly alter history. In my case, a one-way trip to a monastery in south-eastern Hungary on September 2, 1526 where, I suddenly materialized as if by magic, standing naked upon the altar in the monasteryís chapel during evening prayers. A monastery where history records the Ottoman army of Sultan Suleiman slaughtered all within and burned it to the ground on the morning of September 9, 1526.
In a few hours, the monks will return and put me to the question. What will follow will be long days and nights of agonizing unrelenting torture, which will only end in one of three ways. First, I confess to witchcraft, and they burn me at the stake. Second, I refuse to confess, and eventually they end up torturing me to death. Or third, I die on the morning of September 9, likely with the blade of an Ottoman soldierís sword buried in my guts. Iím fine with all three outcomes. Personally, these are all some of my favorite torturous snuff fantasies...