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That Paradox

Time travel had always been considered a scientific impossibility. Many theories about it were bandied about by scientists, physicists, cosmologists, and others, but the general consensus was that it was impossible. Until Orson Flecht made a monumental discovery. Flecht discovered that multiple dimensions exist and that they can be manipulated in various ways. One of these is the ability to 'disalign' two dimensional spaces so that each is at a different point in their timeline. Flecht's next move was to design a device that would allow the targeting of an entity either in the local dimension or a neighboring dimension, and the traversal across the dimensional boundary of the targeted entity. Flecht had completed experiments targeting and transporting animals from our local dimension to other disaligned dimensions successfully. Now it was time to try it with a human.
Flecht assembled a team of physicists, doctors, psychiatrists, sociologists, and historians and began planning the experiment. The goal would be to target and transport a significant figure from history to the local current time. After a two year period of research, meetings, and arguments, a subject was decided upon - Leonardo Da Vinci.
There were many potential problems to be considered in such an endeavor:
- would the target survive the transport
- convincing the target that they were not in some theological conundrum
- gaining the trust of the target
- getting the target to understand what had happened to them
- re-educating the target
- reculturing the target
After spending another several months on planning mission operations, a date was set for the transfer. On mission day, after rechecking the facility and protocols, the countdown began and at the end the switch was thrown, so to speak. Multiple computer displays showed screenfuls of data from the transfer in real time as technicians monitored the process. A strange purplish cloud appeared on the transport pad and after several seconds a figure appeared on the pad. As the fog cleared the figure emerged and it was indeed Leonardo da Vinci! Conversation buzzed around the room as a medical team moved toward the pad. Leonardo looked around with a glazed expression and shouted something in Italian. A Dr. on the medical team caught him as he fell to the floor and responded to him in Italian, soothing him while administering a sedative, and Leonardo slowly drifted off into sleep.
After a couple of days of rest, a new specialist arrived from Italy to begin working with Leonardo on his introduction to the modern world. Dr. Isabella Moreni entered the clinic and introduced herself to the staff, then asked to be directed to her patient's room. As she moved through the hallways people stared at her and commented to each other under their breath causing her mild discomfort. As she entered Leonardo's room a Dr. came toward her with his hand extended to introduce himself but stopped with a start when he got near her. As she reached the bed she introduced herself in Italian and Leonardo looked at her with a smile. "Ah, we meet again my love" he said and held her hand and kissed her on the cheek. "I have once again found my Mona Lisa....." And it was true, Dr. Moreni WAS the Mona Lisa!

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