"A solution," she whispered. "A major breakthrough in technology. We developed a teleportation-like device." Her voice grew steadier, but her eyes were distant, lost in the past.
"Instead of sending people to different planets—which had risks of survival and unknown factors—they researched wormholes. And after years of hard work... they developed the Exodus Protocol—a time machine."
She swallowed hard. "The plan was to send us back to 10,000 B.C.—a time when the Earth was untouched, when humanity could start over. But the wormhole wasn't stable." Her voice broke.
"After sending a few batches of groups through... the wormhole collapsed. We had no way to communicate with the other side."
Her head lowered, her shoulders slumping. "My husband, Harry, was the chief of the project." Her voice was barely a whisper. "Walter killed him. He wanted to be the only one who could control the wormhole... and rule here as well."
