Obtaining detailed information from these villagers is like drawing blood from a stone! The red haired woman, Diana, has been pleasant enough in answering my queries, but she is no scientist. Her naivete makes that quite evident.
I simply must convince these future men to place me onto one of their research teams. That's where I'll really gain some ground. Unfortunately, they seem rather skeptical of my scientific prowess.
Bah! Ridiculous! I don't care what year they hail from, I am Sir Edmund Rockwell! A mind like my own only comes once a millennium. It should be their honor to have me amongst their ranks.