he grey pitted ceiling is barely lit by a flickering fluorescent light in the hallway through the one door leading into your room. Today you leave this cold grey basement - this cement home for the past fourteen years - and enter the world again.

You tuck a single notepad into a small black knapsack and walk towards the door.

There are no balloons, no celebration.

Unfamiliar researchers watch as you walk outside.

It is night. From this balcony, you watch as the city below shines white like a brilliant sea. Its brilliance makes the night sky empty and black.

After a blur of tests, photographs, and immunizations you find yourself alone and walking the freshly paved streets of Phoenix, Arizona in the year 2012.

It is a warm night. The wind makes the leaves swirl through the empty streets. You wonder if this is a dream; if you are still in that container, frozen and asleep; waiting to wake up to the unknown.

Your eyes dart around, searching for differences. Instead you see familiar cars, buildings and logos.

The city, however, has changed. It's as if everyone in the suburbs decided to squeeze together into the heart of the city.

Some sort of paper thin LCD material covers the walls, car doors, and bus stops... Any visible flat surface is destined to have an incredible looking advertisement shining its message day and night.

You look close at one of the poster sized screens and look for a logo or company, but there isn't one.

You realize the image on the screen you are inspecting is a giant pastrami sandwich. There is a huge yellow Subway logo across the top.

He mumbles a goodbye and fades away into the city leaving you alone.

A million questions rush your mind, but you need to focus on the reason you are here. The true reason you have been underground, hidden away for fourteen years.

n October 3rd, 1955, a ten year old boy named Ronald Mallett loses his father. He resolves to create a machine which will allow him to travel back to that day to say goodbye properly.

In 1994, he creates a working time machine.

It has two limitations.

1. Only subatomic particles can be sent back
2. These particles can only be sent to the moment the machine was turned on.

Although he cannot go back to save his father, he singlehandedly makes it possible to send particles back in time.

In 1996, physics professor John G. Cramer converts a digital stream into a subatomic pattern of protons that can be sent through the machine.

It is now possible to send digital messages through time. Video, text, audio - any digital stream can now be sent to a single moment in the past.

He tells the world that the project failed. A very small group now controls the most powerful human invention ever created.

ou are standing in front of a white house on a shady lane in a historic, suburban neighborhood. The sun is blinding alone in the cloudless sky.

Soon, this white house will be blue.

In front of you is a laptop, connected to the machine back at the lab. You send the following message 14 years through time.

You click send.

After a violent shudder you look up at the white house. It is now a light eggshell blue.

Looking back in the logs you read the message you just sent.

You look back at the now blue house and barely remember it ever being white. As if your mind is actively trying to repair the memory.

You have experienced a paradox firsthand.

You glance back to a small camera, still recording.

he room finally begins to cool as the messages from the future are decoded. The air is cold against her still wet skin.

Movies that were not yet filmed, bands that had not yet formed, and products solving problems not yet known were sitting there on a single hard drive waiting to be viewed by this one single person.

Each message worth millions if used properly.