Stop rolling the dice man! :O:

First invent the time machine, then worry about cake. :yep:

Preferably :yep:

But WHY!?

I'm good at it. :)

I hope so. :sunny:

Gonna roll them again :woot:

Here's an another theories I once have read.

If we ever should invent a time machine we will not be able to use it for two reasons

1. The past is gone and can't be reached or changed
2. The future haven't been written yet, therefore traveling to a spot that doesn't exist is impossible
(can't remember the exact words)

Markus

Okay...that truly is something to think about.

:hmmm:

Larry Niven once wrote a treatise called The Theory and Practice of Time Travel. In it he examines the Grandfather Paradox and much more. The fun part comes at the end when he poses a world where time travel was common. People travelled back and forth, changing things constantly, creating messes and cleaning them up. Then he considers that one of them travels to just the right time and kills the only man who ever could have invented a time machine.

He ends with "Maybe that's what happened."

Time travel is not possible. The Vulcan Science Directorate has determined so.

Tell it to Gary Seven. :O:

An "event" is defined by timestamp and location.
If you want to reach an event at any other timestamp but the actual one, you would have to reach it's location too.

If you want to jump back in time, you would have to push back the location of the event either. A local yesterday event happened a few hundred thousand kilometers back on our planets orbit.

If you could jump in time forward, you would end in empty space, waiting for the location to catch up.

This thread is deep...

This has me really thinking... :hmmm: I can't grasp onto a concept because once I have an idea I see a new post and it shatters it with a new concept.

Shhhh......

Time travel may not be possible, but profitable science-fiction books, movies, and television shows are possible.

This reminds me of a Simpsons episode where Homer travels back in time to when dinosaurs roamed the earth, he sneezes, and then they start falling over dead, like lead bricks....

A Sound of Thunder by Ray Bradbury...

Look it up. :up: