Their very word is as close to law as anyone still much cares. But where they not the Council, they would be pariah, shunned by everyone still at all healthy enough to walk freely. For the elders of the Councle are only among so many who's deterioration is already so advanced that they have become cyborgs in order to survive, technicians and functionaries grafted to their life support and bolted to the very deck plates, ever at their stations, isolated, forgotten, yet dedicated and single minded, the ubiquitous unwelcome mirror of wretched lingering death awaited by all, their last embers of life committed to the final great work, the only remaining priority on Earth. For such is the inevitable ugly fate of the a wretched gene damaged penultimate generation of Humanity, terminal and spawning only the brain dead, and hence left with no hope for continuation, save through the healthy people they can extract from the past.
But only those who won't be missed by history. Those who history records as having been lost with no trace, and those found dead from disasters of one kind or another. For should history ever be rewritten to reveal their intervention, thus all will be undone, and all will be lost!
And so, one by one, the permanently vegetative last generation of far future Humanity, appropriately disguised, must be carefully substituted for each disaster victims rescued to the future.
This subject of vast and sweeping adventure, is to explore how the self appointed Council of the time travelers, the masters of the Gate in the far future, will plan and strategize the hijack of seaQuest DSV and then the rescue of the RMS
Titanic, and what obstacles and crises they must confront in time paradox for the desperate survival effort of humanity.
