Here is yet another fictionalized account of how a time machine might work. This is just an exercise to jog your memories.
You flip the switch.
A chemical element we'll call Lazar113 is imploded creating something called a stellar corona.
There is a brief blinding flash of light.
Then the singularity appears encased in an electromagnetic cylinder called a trism.
Time and space folds forming a two horizon donut above and below you.
You drive around the perimeter counter-clockwise using a psychometric monitor.
You can then select the time and the exact space.
You flip the switch off.
The singularity loses its continuity and ceases to exist.
You are no longer in your own past timeline.
The timeline you entered was born the moment you entered it.
The worldline is this alternate space.
The timeline is this alternate time.
Yet even though these are alternate spaces and times, they are connected and all influence each other.
I'm not even the original John Thomas. I am an alternate as are all of you.
