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“A key piece to interplanetary travel was discovered in--of all places--a small garage in a Chicago suburb during the later part of the Great Depression. An armchair scientist attempting to build a perpetual energy source, promptly, upon realizing his goal, blew himself and his work to bits.

Near the end of World War II, a patriotic German citizen was attempting to build an engine to fit an automobile of his own design. Something never before seen or envisioned. His intention: to compete against the Nazi-backed Volkswagen, build an automotive goliath, and use the financial gains from that company to grow an army to overthrow the fuhrer. A vision grand beyond his means. But, due to the metallurgical limitations of the time period, upon finalizing his supercar, he also promptly blew himself up.

Using a design based loosely on ideas found on a napkin in a 24 breakfast joint, in a workshop in my basement, in my free time, I built a time machine. As of this moment, the timestamp of which should be indicated on this recording, I have not yet blown myself up. And I have already gone back and collected all of the aforementioned schematics and information, including the inventors themselves. They are locked in a fully furnished, blast-proof portion of my basement.

Aside from shock, they seem to be doing well.

Admittedly, I am not fluent in German or Chinese, and the use of translation software seems to have left them bewildered and nervous, though also excited. So far, I've been limiting their exposure to too much of the current technology, until such a time when all the necessary parts and people have been assembled. My biggest fear would be that they use the machine to return to the past before I have accomplished my--or our--goals. Not their original goals, but I'm doing all of this for them, too. And the children of their children, and so forth.

All of my funds have gone toward the acquisition of the necessary materials which has left little to increase the computing power needed to sift the data for time line irregularities. So, for now, I'm just using a couple bots that scour historical articles on Google, and an old Dell for the actual temporal scans. It's slow, but you work with what you've got (and, in this case, what you can go back in time, carry, and take).

As most recorded history has been primarily Eurocentric, this means that using information on the internet to cross-reference potential points of the past to analyze have been focused in both Europe and the US and Canada, respectively. The fact that, at the very least, Japan has yet to ping back anything (through 1920) seems odd, what with all of their advancements since.

Though their fatalistic shift in the late 2030s to primarily sex and other pleasure tech may be indicative of a longer, hidden trend. An embrace of futility.

I guess the flurry of innovation that came about due to the perceived impending asteroid strike--that turned into nothing when it instead collided with Venus--turned into existential crisis when everyone realized we'd completely lost track of the numbers. We'd desperation frenzy-fucked over the precipice, so to speak; a population-driven, end times, ecological chain reaction. And maybe the Japanese biosynth sex industry feels like something of a gambit meant to mitigate things, to them… But it won't work. All we can do is leave.

Foremost, in this vein, time travel is about probabilities and possibilities. This puts limitations on when and where you can go. Example: to travel to a point in time pre-modern man, the probabilities of surviving the diseases and habitation of the times are incredibly slim. So, the possibility of successfully making the jump back, alive and without genetic deformities (caused by the radiation of moving through space toward our universe's core above lightspeed) becomes less and less, over “time”.

Thus far, by sending test subjects back, I've seemingly only managed to accidentally catalyze the homosapien/Neanderthal miscegenation. Based on previous findings, I can’t say that what I’ve done has made anything occur at an earlier point (because, most likely, it has not). The most glaring part being that at least some of the Neanderthals themselves are a byproduct of the radiation deformations, so I'm unclear about their genetic origin point, geographically. Along the timeline, it's as though I've unsealed the lid on the previously unnoticed closed-loop nature of our existence--though have yet to gather enough evidence to prove one way or another.

And though every attempt to alter our path has failed, and minor “alterations” of the timeline seem to have no effect--leading me to change my beliefs on free will and independence of action--I have failed even more miserably in attempting to gain access to information into the state of our future. I can only hope it's because the probabilities branch so endlessly, singular points of time and space have not yet coalesced into consumable, habitable moments. Perhaps meaning that my work isn't without merit.

So my focus will still be on creating a means of moving animals and plants of all types to a distant, habitable planet, and I have every intention of continuing to try to pick away at the boundaries of our future. Even at the limit, three days worth of knowledge can be an invaluable tool.

By tomorrow, if the data I've seen is true, I should have two more pieces to this puzzle. I'm unclear of the sources in the past, but everything points towards two jumps being made. This will bring you closer to completing what needs to be done--to find our new home, to save humanity and the rest of earth’s biodiversity.

My hope is for this recording, all of this information (the rest of which can be found in my quant cloud backup), and the minds of those I've gathered downstairs, to be used to save us all. In my absence, all of this must be shared as widely as possible to give us a chance. We need the right people working on the solution.

I'm sorry if all of this seems short. It's an inescapable aspect of life. Three days from now, I will no longer exist. I will blow myself up. Without knowing how, I have no means to stop it. Though it’s probable that it’s actually inevitable, anyway.

I'm sorry there wasn't more I could do. I will spend my final days wholeheartedly immersed in my work.”

• Final excerpt from the video diary of self-classified professor, Porfirio Horis, December 31, 2053.

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