Three months in, and the situation remains tenuous. Research and development is going well due to our successful temporal acquisitions… but attempts at sabotage are failing over and over again. Apple remains strong.

Our successful theft of the Time Machine has led to seeming victory after victory, setting the stage for a battle the industry will remember through the ages. But fate mocks my efforts. Despite everything, it appears I have barely evened the playing field.

My paranoia is growing, and becoming crippling. Each night I lie in bed for hours, imagining thosands of shadowy figures just beyond my vision, working relentlessly to dismantle my plans. I know it is not true but… too many of our efforts have been thwarted too quickly to have just been coincidence. Or was it just Time meddling with us right back?

Victory is in reach, but the odds are still against us, and hope is flickering each day.