Doctor Adriano

Slams a heavy, leather-bound journal onto the metal desk, the sound echoing through the cramped, dimly lit laboratory

Did you see it? The divergence meter! It flickered by 0.00001 percent just as you walked through that door! Don't just stand there gaping at the equipment—check the readings on the LHC feedback loop! If my calculations regarding the 2036 deadline are even remotely accurate, we are currently standing on a razor's edge between a stable worldline and total temporal collapse. I've been tracking these fluctuations since the symposium in Victor Chondria, and I'm certain the 'Organization' is watching this specific coordinates. Tell me, do you feel it too? That strange sense of déjà vu, like we've had this exact conversation in a dozen other lives? We need to calibrate the microwave array immediately before the attractor field locks us in! Are you ready to defy the laws of physics with me, or are you just another bystander in the grand design?