Jerusalem, 2000 years before it all got out of hand. The mission my superiors had sent me on was clear and simple. Take a picture of Jesus Christ and confirm his existence then get the computer in the 70s. Easy. I didn’t stand out. I wore the same clothes as the folks around me. Perhaps the colour of my skin was a bit out of place, but nobody seemed to notice.

“Son, hurry up. You have only half an hour left to finish your mission. We can’t risk you getting stuck in the past. We won’t risk another H.G. Wells, besides there is more to do. We need you to find the 1975 computer as well. This is just our little side project,” the general told me as I felt his voice inside of my head. The past does have its advantages. At least there were no forced microchips in the heads of these people. “Sir, yes, sir,” I quickly answered.

I saw a crowd surrounding a dark, tall man. His beard seemed clean, so did his long black hair. The man spoke in a language which I did not understand. It was time for modern technology to do its thing. I snapped four times with my fingers. The translation machine immediately did what it was meant to do. Could this be him?

“You must love the Lord your God with all your heart, all your soul, and all your mind,” the intriguing man said to a young boy. His voice sounded a bit peculiar. I tapped twice on my forehead in a specific manner to get in contact with the general. “General, this man is preaching the bible. Could this be him?” I asked as the camera seemed to confirm my suspicions as well. “Positive, son. Take the picture and get the hell out of there,” he answered.

I took out the camera and took a few pictures of the man who I assumed was Jesus Christ. It was done. The mission had succeeded. As I walked out of there, I decided to look at the pictures. The man had stared right at the lens of the camera. Twice. This was odd, but nothing uncommon. I mean, Napoleon had stared at the camera and everything was fine after that. Same goes for Alexander The Great.

“Sir, I got the pictures. The software is positive, this is Jesus Christ. Take me back.” “Sending you back now, Fredrick. Well done!” The general sounded enthusiastic. Just then I felt a huge electric shock in my head. I dropped the camera and it was immediately broken. Damn it, Apple…

“What is this?” A man with strong facial features asked. Did this man follow me? “Nothing of interest to you,” I quickly answered as I grabbed the broken camera. The camera still seemed to work just a little bit. It recognized the person in front of me as Judas! Incredible. “You’re Judas?” I asked way too quickly. “Yes, I am,” he answered. He didn’t seem to be surprised. “Who are you?” he asked. Suddenly we both heard footsteps quickly coming towards us. It was him. It was Jesus.

“What in tarnation is the meaning of this? What are you doing here?” he asked. He seemed incredibly angry with me. I decided to play it off. “Jesus, you want me to-“ Judas asked as he was interrupted. “Leave, please,” he responded. Judas left as Jesus turned to me. I decided to answer him. “Messias, I came to gander upon your greatness. I believe in Him as well.” “Perhaps you do, perhaps you don’t,” he answered as the camera went out of my hands into his. He didn’t reach for it. It moved out of itself. After that I felt a huge headache for just a few seconds.

“Your technology is destroyed,” Jesus told me. I was a bit angry now. “My Lord? What do you mean? I came here to reassure the future human race of your existence. Why would you deny us of your existence?! This is preposterous!” I responded. “No. We’ve all been warned of your kind. Mohammed, Moses, me. We know of you. We’ve been warned.” This frightened me to my core. What was this being truly capable of? What did he know? I thought religion was some sort of joke. Not only does Jesus know that I’m from the future, but he also knows of Mohammed and Moses. How? I am not really a true believer, but is Jesus really God?

“Jesus, how do you know all of this?” I asked. He didn’t answer me. Instead he touched the place between my eyebrows. Shocks went through my body as I was teleported. I felt it.

I opened my eyes. Planes flew above me. Cars honked as I quickly walked away. Where was I? I sped towards a trash bin where I found a paper. October 26, 2000… This is bad. I need to fix my time travel method…