I'm quite certain that someone, somewhere out in the cosmos, must really have a personal vendetta against me. So much so that they've thrust me through time just to evade my happiness. I am aware that it is unbecoming to luxuriate in one's sorrows but it is starting to feel quite ridiculous and as if I'm destined for solitude.
I was informed that this device allows me to communicate if I wish and I can ask questions. What disease is it that this settlement is concerned with that I must be sanctioned off from the populace? I assure you I've shown no symptoms of any of the common illnesses.