Elizabeth's face slowly turned cherry red with anger, as she forced herself to stay still. This was her first temporal duplicate upload, and while it was uncomfortable receiving memories from somewhere she'd never physically been. It wasn't as uncomfortable as it was going to get for one of her colleagues...
Temporal duplicates were an unfortunate requirement for time travel. You never went yourself because disappearing in a puff of logic, or spinning off into an alternative Universe, wouldn't get you home at five pm to feed the cat, grab yourself a microwave meal and a bottle of twenty-twenty Merlot.