In the "go back and kill Hitler example" - there is only one you. You are in the future, so you have access at information about how your 1938 attempt failed - an attempt you haven't comitted yet, because you will travel to 1938 only tomorrow. And once you travelled into the past, you can change your actions accordingly, creating a new timeline and a paradox - where did you get your information?
Do you have any ideea to what extent the universe has to break its own laws to prevent you from doing that? It may try to mess with probability, preventing you from getting an accurate history book. But you do have a time machine - you can send spy devices into the past to record everything - the universe can't allow that, so, let's say, the time machine won't work - bye bye, laws of physics. And the mess just gets bigger and bigger, until the universe has to transform you into some kind of remote controlled robot (disregarding the laws of biochemistry and quantum mechanics) in order to preserve the timeline.
In a time travel model where one unchangeable time line exists, the universe will have to break its own laws of probability, causality and physics in order to stop the well informed time traveller from creating paradoxes.
This is the focus of our disagreement.
Where you see prevention of changes to the timeline as a violation of the laws of nature, I see the opposite. Changing a known event is impossible purely because the outcome is known. Its like watching a game twice and hoping that the final score is different.
I believe that the multiple universe theories are a cop out.
Picture the scene. I find my Grandpa's rusty old time machine in the attic, and it works. So I quickly chek last nights lottery numbers, noting that one lucky winner bagged £80m. Wanting a piece of that, I hop back a day and confidently buy the winning combination. I leap back to today and report my winnings to the lottery board, expecting to share my fortune with the other winner, but imagine my delight when I learn that the only winning ticket purchased before the draw was mine. I was that one lucky winner.
Now, having filled my pad with wine, whores and trinkets, I decide to reverse some historic injustice as my good deed for the day. I know, I'll kill Hitler. Nope can't do that. To kill Hitler, I would have to either enter a war zone, becoming a soldier, and take him out, or visit him earlier in his life and kill him in cold blood. I'm neither a soldier or murderer, so, what if I simply prevent his conception? Visit his father on the night of his conception and connect the whole booty nad thing, rape his mother so she's really not in the mood? What could I do? Well, I do a bit of research and all the History books tell me that Hitler rose to power and devasted a continent. Thats not the outcome I desire, I ask myself, will my efforts fail? I haven't decided what I'm going to do yet, but I already know its failed, so sod it, I'll go back to 1920 and knife the bastard.
The machine works, I travel back and stab him in the back. I return to the now and read the books. Nothing's changed. I dig a bit deeper and find that some bloke, with an uncanny resemblence to Hitler, was randomly knifed in the back, the killer was later found and hung. Bugger, I think to myself, as I find a grainy picture of me swaying in the breeze.
Somewhat freaked by the knowledge of my own death, I resolve to make this never happen, but I still want Hitler dead too. I can't prevent myself committing the crime because I distinctly remember doing it. I could swap the innocent dude for Hitler, so that when earlier me sinks the blade, he gets the right target. But history records a random knife attack, and my hanging. I start to panic, I've fucked up. Best to just destroy the machine now, thus preventing its future use and any possibility of my cumuppance in 1920.
I pick up the machine and raise it above my hand, but as I stand ready to smash it to the ground I notice something new, a toggle switch. On closer inspection I can just make out the inscription. The device has two settings, "Linear Chronology" and "Multiverse Induction". Am I reading this correctly? I need only flick the switch and never again be twunted by the cold indifferent hand of fate and causality? I can reset the day, any day? Throw the dice again. I can kill Hitler, the innocent guy I knifed will live, and I can enjoy a 2009 without a single WW2 movie to be seen. "Hitler who?" They will say, and I will smile, smug in my knowledge that I saved everyone.
So off I go, to do God's work and kill Hitler. Its 1919, again, and Hitler is walking his dog along the ravine. Have flicked the switch to multiverse, I sneak up behind the young Hitler and push him over. The screams of the innocent youth are snuffed out, along with his life and future, by the head splitting rock that waited at the bottom. I am a multiple murderer, but at least my latest deed will scrub clean my first murder, and save a generation from the horrors that would follow.
Feeling very pleased with myself, I return to future Europe. I was never born, my baby boomer parents were never born in the aftermath of a war that never happened. My wife, my friends, everyone, never born. I am alone in an alien culture. There were no Beatles, no Concorde, no Star Trek, No European Union, no Marshal Plan, no NHS. I could spend a lifetime trying to reshape history the way I like it, but instead, I think back to my whores in my mansion back in that parallel 2009. I had a everything and I wanted it back. Hitler would have to live.
I return to 1919, where Hitler walks his dog, just in time to see myself on tippy toes, creeping toward Hitler and his fate. I jump in, not a moment to soon and despatch my earlier self down the cliff. Confusion follows, Hitler's poodle attacks me and he reaches for his gun (I never knew he carried a gun when walking the dog but now I do) and I fall to the floor. I fumble with my machine, I want these changes to stick so flip the toggle back to 'Linear Chronology'. Time is short as Hitler's gun bares down on me, I need to get out so nudge the dial and leap forward through time.
Still on the floor but in another time and place, I am jostled and trampled by a crowd. My machine is knocked from my hands and is crushed beneath the wheels of a passing horse and trap. I hear screaming nearby as I am helped to my feet by a familiar face. It is Hitler and he recognises me as the murderer of a stranger one year before. But it gets worse, I murdered a man in cold blood, it was a few days ago to me, but to the 1920 contemporaries, his blood his still warm and he has yet to draw his last breath. There are witnesses and I find myself deep in custardy.
There is a trial, I plead my innocense but its not long before I find myself in familar surrounds. A town square I'd seen somewhere before, in a photo perhaps, of a hanging.
So as I stood there, awaiting the telling of history as I knew it would be told I fanally realised the truth about time travel. Its bollocks.
The End.
Wow, not sure if that made any sense but I certainly enjoyed typing it with my saturday morning Turquino Latte.