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[faithfulskeptic]

Let's say I accept the premise that I've been brought through unknown means to a space station at an indeterminate, extrasolar location.

[ She doesn't, but she's already got the sense that the argument isn't going anywhere. Also that no one cares that this is like, eighty different kinds of illegal. ]

Has anyone successfully met the conditions specified to change what they regret? How is that even possible? Is there any evidence that your actions here can actually alter the past?

If you believe it, what convinced you?

If you don't, but you're still playing along with all this, why?

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[youre_nicked]

It's all the same to me if I'm honest. We don't 'ave much of either of 'em where I'm from. I used to think the new science we were gettin' back 'ome was pretty class, but it looks like a lot of fumblin' around next to all this stuff.

[faithfulskeptic]

Where's 'back home' for you?

[youre_nicked]

London, innit. In England, if they got that where you're from. 'Ow about you?

[faithfulskeptic]

Washington, D.C. I know where London is-- though from what people say that doesn't actually mean it's the same London?

[youre_nicked]

Washington, eh. That's in America, innit? But yeah, yer right, could be any America.

Oh, you know what. What year's it, fer you? Mine's just gone 1900.

[faithfulskeptic]

[ Oh, that's a hard question to cope with. ]

Just short of 2000.