With trembling hands, you reach for the brass microphone dangling above the control panel. The recording device whirs to life, its red light blinking ominously. You take a deep breath, tasting the metallic tang of ozone in the air as the time machine continues its uncontrolled descent through the temporal vortex.

'Final log entry, Dr. Elias Carter,' you say, your voice surprisingly steady despite the chaos. 'Chrono-displacement event occurred at 14:32 on...' You glance at the shattered calendar display, now showing only fragments of numbers. 'Date unknown. The machine has gone critical. If anyone finds this...' A violent tremor shakes the cabin, sending tools clattering across the floor.

You grip the microphone tighter as warning klaxons reach a fever pitch. 'The Einstein-Rosen stabilizers failed after crossing the 22nd century threshold. I saw something in the time stream - structures unlike anything in recorded history. If I don't make it, warn the Institute about...' Another jolt cuts you off mid-sentence. The glass dome above you cracks in a spiderweb pattern as the pressure differential screams through the cabin.

Your free hand flies to the emergency oxygen mask as the air grows thin. 'The coordinates are set to auto-transmit,' you gasp into the mic. 'God help me, I think I'm heading for the-' The recording cuts off as the time machine's core goes supercritical in a burst of blinding white light.