Indeed, there is no future to visit. I adore- ADORE - time travel stories. Just love them and am not overly fussy about the science involved. I readily embrace whatever flimsy “ framework “ that allows for time travel in works of fiction. It’s just my thing.
That said, I also embrace rigorous science in the real world. There is no future because many animals including Homo sapiens are endowed with free will.
I can take the W train to 34th Street/ Herald Square in New York City. Walk up the steps to the concourse level and turn left, walk the hallway to the turnstiles and exit one of them. As I turn right and head towards the 35th & 6th Avenue exit stairs, I encounter a 22 year old Latina with a baby in a large and complex stroller. As is my wont, I offer to grab the front rail and help carry the stroller and baby up with her. She’s appreciative and we work out way up, taking our steps carefully and I slide the stroller to the sidewalk, accepting her thanks with a smile.
I walk forward, past the coffee/ bagel street cart always parked right there on the curb. As I walk past the cart, an Uber car swerves violently to avoid a cyclist, rams into the cart which shoves into me as it is driven over the sidewalk into the side of the building, crushing my spine and fracturing my skull. I’m dead in less than 5 minutes from the damage. Debris strikes the mother, slicing through her right arm deeply but not mortally. The baby is unscathed.
Except that I’m aware that I’m out of breath mints that morning and stop at the newsstand on the concourse level and in less than 120 seconds I transact. Pick out some peppermint Altoids, pay and walk towards the turnstiles.
Those 120 seconds keep me underground. I don’t die. The woman with the stroller is waiting at the bottom hoping for help. She and the baby are fine.
There is no predestined future to visit. And if there is no predestined future to visit, how can we go back in time for, say, 24 hours and then effort to return to a future that cannot possibly exist because no future is established and set in stone. Or foam core. Or mush. I can no more go back in time than I can go forward in time.
Because while the past is an established framework, I cannot for one moment believe that the construction of a time machine as detailed in that article could return me home.
If I cannot return home, because there is no future to return to, how could I exist to go back in time in the first place?
A lovely theoretical construct. I call bullshit, however…
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