We have three years to train and become stronger than these robots!

Poor boy, are there no more young girls in the future?

Argh! I can’t say that I’m her son, otherwise I risk not being born!

Hey grandma! Get off my boyfriend!!

A little cocktail, my beautiful time traveller?

So, train for three years, without knowing anything about our adversaries or their strength? That’s leaving a lot to chance.

Sure. I don’t have anything else to do.

What if we stopped this Dr Wilro before he built these robots?