“No, no, never send interim reports,” said Miles. “Only final ones. Interim reports tend to elicit orders. Which you must then either obey, or spend … - Lois McMaster Bujold

Taste the betrayal of the gods, then; I have dined on it for ages.

Lots of us SF-types like the idea of traveling to the Future (although, having now done so once myself -- the hard way -- I’m less sure), but why do we imagine the Future would want us? Oh, a few 21st-century Icemen, perhaps, as historical curiosities, but in our hundreds of millions? It would be like the greatest wave of immigration ever, but from the past into other people’s Now. It might seem to them like sacrificing resources needed for their children to their great-great-great-grandparents. Counter-evolutionary, among other things.

“Ensign Vorkosigan,” Illyan sighed. It seems you still have a little problem with subordination.”
“I know, sir. I’m sorry.”
“Do you ever intend to do anything about it besides feel sorry?”
“I can’t help it, sir, if people give me the wrong orders.”