You step into the chamber. In front of you is a winding panel full of buttons, switches, levers, and flashing screens. One screen in the center shows 11945 AD in red.

You make sure the flux capacitors are ready for engagement, plasma coils prepared to receive intake, and the correct coordinates are entered. Everything is good to go, but one more thing before you take off...

You backtrack into your messy room and turn to your bed. On top of your sheets lay a glinting silver sword. You pick it up and examine it. There are going to be some bloodthirsty machines out there; can't go unarmed.

As you step back into your giant contraption, you have some final thoughts.

You're risking life and limb for her. A chamber you made yourself is supposed to send you millennia into the future. You hope there are no dire accidents. Then again, you're the smartest of your peers. You've made breakthroughs in the field of space time mechanics only you know of.

It may seem trivial to others, but this is everything to you. You might get to see her face.