Granted, cybernetics are now so advanced that they take over the human host and create a sub-species of human cyborgs that quickly overwhelm present day life and kill every organic.
Granted. We all die, thus creating perpetual peace on Earth, allowing it to prosper and regrow, quickly consuming all signs that human life ever existed on our planet.
Granted, you're now the supposedly very symbolic little squiggly line off in one corner that few ever notice, and among those who do fewer still ever actually care about it at all. Because there are other, better, and more apparently significant lines in more prominent parts of the painting that is the world.
I wish that I knew where in the world Carmen Sandiego was.
Granted. Sadly, you cannot do so simultaneously and when you fast forward time you appear in the vacuum of space due to the speed of the earth's movement.