Transfer to yesterday

The world was a kaleidoscope of warring factions - even the colored towers of the magnificent city reflected the internecine warfare - League Gold, Federation Blue, Alliance Green, Coalition Brown, Corporation Silver, and a dozen more. In his sane moments James N. Norton knew he was an ex-Professor of League History and had long since given up all affiliations. This made him a Heretic. Which meant that everybody felt free to hate him. Even to hunt him... Yet he knew that he had a mission, and in this world, and that he couldn't quit. No more could he sort out who, or really what, he might be. Or when.