all of rourke’s questions & answers from the time loop! (book 2 chapter 2)
rourke asks mc for their name
R: what a delicious name. I had my people search all over the world for you. and we never could find you. and to realize that all this time you were a student at hartfeld, like aleister… let’s just say, if we survive this, i’ll be firing my intelligence staff.
“where is everyone?”
MC: the guests at the celestial. what happened to them? we know they went to the emergency shelter, but there was no trace after that.
ROURKE: when it became clear that mount atropo was to erupt in a cataclysmic event, i ordered a full evacuation. i can only pray they all made it out safely.
“what was that tube we found you in?”
R: a sleep tank filled with a tachyon-slowing fluid. my research showed that mount atropo’s eruption would case a cascading temporal event. tearing space-time apart. if i were to endure that effect, i risked instantly aging into dust… or reverting to before i was born. anything could’ve been possible.
R: before the eruption, i entered the tank to keep me at my current age.
R: i’d set it to awaken me shortly after, but clearly the time effects of the blast derailed the schedule release.
“what was that radio call we heard?”
R: the one you heard over the satellite array in the observatory, yes. I strongly suspect that was an echo from our planet’s likely future.
MC: an echo… from the future?
R: yes. right now, we are in a bubble of time, safe for the moment. but an eruption of mount atropo risks plunging the planet itself into a prehistoric time, when all the world was lava.
R: civilization would immediately be engulfed in the fire of a bygone era. That my young friend, is what i need your help to prevent.
“why did you bring us here?”
R: i presumed this would be your question.
R: during the most recent expansion of the celestial’s facilities, a worker discovered a photography buried in the sands. it was dated to be 500 years old, despite the art of photography only having existed for 200.
R: photographed therin were eleven young people. all of you, except aleister. i knew you must somehow be critical to solving the island’s mysteries.
MC: why not just tell us that?
R: frankly, i intended to. i intended to enlist your help to save the world.
“what’s with all the secret doors in the celestial?”
MC: we keep finding these secret passages and rooms all over the hotel. the library, that weird museum, the security office behind the game room.
R: needless to say, once i uncovered the true perils of la huerta, i needed to… remodel the resort.
MC: you should’ve closed it!
R: and invite the scrutiny of my rivals? who could try to steal the island for their own nefarious purposes?
R: no. it had to stay open.
“tell me about the sea monster.”
R: ah. so you’ve met cetus.
MC: cetus? it has a name?
R: roughly translated from thousands of years ago. a name of legend. but as you’ve no doubt seen, the beast is far more than legend.
MC: it wasn’t that tough. we blew it ot of the water with a little plastic explosive.
R: a cocky one, aren’t you? it was survived far more dangerous foes than you, little friend.
R: it only re-emerged in the last week before your arrival. i’ve no doubt the two of you shall meet again.
“what was the time portal gun?”
R: you know it better than i. i’ve never been through it.
R: but yes, as you surmise, it is a portable prototype, created in an effort to understand the island’s… eccentricities.
R: it carries the occupant forward in time exactly 204 days. no more, no less.
“what happened to the boats in the marina?”
R: you’ve visited my private marina! you are resourceful. why couldn’t i have had a child with your cunning and persistence? [rourke ruffles MC’s hair]
MC: back off.
R: i’m not so bad once you get to know me. in any case, the explanation is simple. after the evacuation, i feared the hostiles could use the long-distance watercraft at the marina and attack neighbouring islands. i couldn’t allow that to enter the realm of possibility.
“what is this island?”
R: my young friend, you are asking the questions i’ve asked myself for a very long time. thirty-seven years… two and a half billion dollars later… and all i can say is this:
R: this island is the single point at which time folds in on itself. past… present… future… all happening in simultaneity.
R: what exactly that future holds for us is… well, uncertain. and ready to be moulded by the right person.