Time travel should have been possible. Theoretically the machine should have worked. The boxes were checked. The formulae combed over by hundreds. In practice though, it had only managed to slow the passage of time to a crawl... something that I couldn't reverse. The machine wasn't meant to care about more than a small section of air around me. unfortunately when things move this slow the air becomes, for all practical purposes, solid. I was dying. Slowly. At least my last moments would be beautiful.
-The Last Log of Dr. Gaquvro's neuro implant. Salvaged from the remains of site 0 of the congruency crisis.