"You just said you can send me back through time."
"In effect, Sir; in effect. Physically, no. My machine--temporal
transgressor I call it, for want of a better term--my machine has the
faculty of liberating a certain part of the human id, the conscience,
the soul, if you please, and casting it adrift on the broad temporal
stream. A strong will can direct this liberated 'something' against the
general drift of the temporal stream, forcing it backwards against the
natural current. Back through time, as it were."
"And just how does this help me?"
"From the limited experiments I have been able to perform with
available funds, I have found that, shall we say from now on, for
simplicity's sake, the Id, tends to gravitate to early versions of
itself. Apparently there is some sort of force that binds the Id with
itself. At moments of crisis, this force is strongest."
"And you want me to be a guinea pig for your experiments."
"Crudely put, Sir."
"But the truth."