I was arrested within fifteen minutes. I had succeeded.
I had prevented the Chernobyl disaster from happening.
As I sat in my holding cell, I smiled and said,
“912361236147852464-12008122057."

I stood up. My own body. No boobs, no moobs, no guns, no knives, just me.
“Ah! Larry! You were successful, I see!”
“Successful in my mission. Yes.”
“Uhh… wait what?”
“I don’t know. What did I go on a mission for?”
“Um… I have absolutely no idea.”
“Uh…. yeah… so I guess we don’t remember what we just did that for.”
“Yeah…”
“Wait but if whatever we fixed never happened we shouldn’t be here should we?”
We looked at each other with widened eyes.
Had we created a paradox?