Geneatrack

    Deep underground beneath the Geneatrack Building, two men walk down a long corridor. The older of the two turns toward the younger and asks, “Do you know what we do here at Geneatrack?”
    “We are the world’s leading producer of genealogical knowledge. Our vast data bases of information combined with constant surveys, interviews, and physical searching provide us with the wealth of knowledge we use to help link families.”
    “Nice, is that right out of the new employee handbook?”
    The younger man nodded.
    “Well, how do you think we interview people in a way that allows us to accurately determine ancestry back twenty seven generations or more?”
    “I am not sure, sir.”
    They stop at a nondescript door in the middle of the corridor. The older man stops and asks the younger man, “Are you sure you want to continue? Once you enter there is no turning back.”
    “Yes. I am in all the way.”
    He opens the door and there is a small box sitting in the middle of the room. The box is large enough to sit inside, and looks to be constructed of clear plexi-glass and a bubble machine. The older man turns to the younger, holds out his hand, and says, “Time travel.”
    “What?”

-P