Transcribed below is an interview log between site director [REDACTED] and D-5005 directly after D-5005’s retrieval to site [REDACTED] from Yellowstone National Park and the failure of project Enki.
Interviewer: D-5005, would you please explain the events that lead to the failure of project Enki. From the beginning, if possible.
D-5005: From the beginning? What a cruel choice of words, [REDACTED].
[D-5005 is silent for approximately 3 minutes, seemingly gathering their thoughts.]
I just… I just wanted to go back. There were so many things I should’ve done. So many things I shouldn’t have done. And I couldn’t get rid of this insufferable pit in my chest. That longing for what I know is already gone. I thought that… Fuck… I thought that if I retraced this sort of concept of myself, I could intercept where time was going. Everything has to have a destination, right? Even concepts have some sort of path about them. Temperature goes up and down, the universe itself is going outwards, hell everyone even knows that time just goes forward. So, if you take yourself out of the equation, and simply go back to where time was, why wouldn’t it work? I—I mean it DID work. All the dates were set back. The newspapers on the streets said [REDACTED] and the clocks were all still set at to 5:05… but they never changed. I even had all of these God damn snake oil solutions to paradoxes and butterfly effects. But the funny thing is you don’t need them. I mean its hilarious honestly! All of these preparations and careful plans, making sure every last piece of time displaced technology looks compatible with the destination so there aren’t any funny looks or divergent thoughts. As if acting the part was really a problem that I’d encounter. It’s a practical joke on a cosmic scale! Just look at the little humans playing at real change! [D-5005 enters a laughing fit, though tears are seen in their eyes]
Interviewer: D-5005, please focus on the events leading up to your retrieval if you would.
D-5005: Yeah… Yeah fine. Protocols and logic to the very end. Fitting. Once I stepped through the gate, I was greeted with complete silence. Considering it was rush hour in the heart of Chicago, I had assumed that something went wrong. There were cars on the roads sure, but they were all empty. I mean they weren’t even running, just left there. As if everyone had just up and left them. No traces of any life whatsoever. Maybe we made a parallel reality, or it was some alternate world that had a run in with an XK. In the worst case I thought I got caught up in 2935… what an absolute shit show that would’ve been. Seeing as how that was on the table, I went to do some exploring. It’s always left to others, but considering 2935… I couldn’t exactly just go back. There was nothing else to do, so I hopped in a truck that seemed big enough to push a few cars out of the way if need be and started it up. Worked like a charm, and with a full tank of gas too. I decided to try to make it to Douglas Park. It was only a few blocks away, and I could gather some useful information if it was 2935. There wasn’t any greenery, which was no surprise, but something was off. It wasn’t as if everything died, and the matter that used to be living just fell to the earth. It was like it all just up and left. I could see hollow root systems of trees, and small holes in the dirt that grass used to fill. That wasn’t enough to give me confirmation though. I made my way to Graceland to take a look at a few graves, but they had all caved in. After digging for a bit, I couldn’t find a single corpse, or even a coffin for that matter.
Interviewer: Could your earlier theory be correct then? That project Enki had created a replica parallel reality that was simply uninhabited.
D-5005: Don’t you dare rush me [REDACTED]. The report has to be accurate, and I know damn well better than you how to make that happen. If you’re going to make me dance along to protocol then I’ll give a complete account
[D-5005 rises and thrusts a pointed finger at site director [REDACTED], and the site director flinches. D-5005 sighs and sits back down]
Its not some parallel reality. Syncopy
PLACEHOLDER
D-5005: But I finally found my answer there, to a question I didn’t ask. When did we suffer our greatest loss? When did the universe become hopeless, without giving us the slightest indication of the atrocity committed against it? And what sadistic abomination had the cruelty within it to force us to ask when? All life had left that place. And it keeps leaving. Every God forsaken moment. We’re marching to the beat of an unending drum that forces us to leave everything, and never make true progress. The worst part is, we were never even given the chance to win.
Per 
