By Kumar L
It had taken me two decades, but I was ready now. I was going to solve the greatest paradox in time travel. If I went back in time and killed my own grandfather, then I would not have been born. And if I have never been born, then how can I go back in time and kill my grandfather. So my grandfather will remain alive; therefore I will be born and will go back in time and kill my grandfather. I am sure you understand.
But the original physicist who formulated this paradox had failed to mention the specific grandfather I had to kill – my father’s side or my mother’s? So I’d decided to finish off both. And once they were dead, my existence would be wiped out too. I had one observer back in the lab taking notes. He would share the proof and get the Nobel. That’s okay. I would at least sleep in peace or maybe not.
I checked my ray gun one last time as I stepped into the portal.
My research had been very detailed. I landed upright where the two grandfathers were at college, sharing a smoke behind the dorm.
I shot both of them. They were dead. My parents will not be born and neither would I. So I should cease to exist.
I looked up and down. I was still there. My grandfathers were dead and it had not affected me.
This was amazing! This could only mean one of two things: either the paradox theory was wrong or I was adopted.