The Paradox Factor

You are seated at a computer terminal in a large laboratory. There are many strange machines hooked up to the computer as well as caged animals lining the walls. You are wearing a white lab coat.

Your hands are shaking with shock as you read the back side of the Sammy's Place business card again.

"They're dead. They're all dead. Abort the entire project. We must bring the paradox factor to zero."

You know the only way to do this. You begin to type rapidly into the computer, planting future suggestions that you could not have possibly concieved of before this.

Does it all end here?