The days blur into a continuous stream of investigation as I dive deeper into the logs found on the laptop. Each passing hour is marked by the discovery of new information, the piecing together of fragments that slowly form a larger, more complex picture. The glow of the screen illuminates my face as I pore over the documents, my eyes straining to absorb every detail, every clue that might bring me closer to understanding the truth behind my cyclical existence. It becomes clear that these documents were separate from the public scandal of the anti-ageing project. They represent a different thread, a hidden narrative that runs parallel to the known story. Whoever owned this laptop had embarked on an entirely different, perhaps even more clandestine venture: time travel experiments using a substance known as "Agent X."