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+
+SCP Foundation
+SCP Foundation
+
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+SCP001 Unocked
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+rating 25   X
+
+Heo.
+
+'m afraid you won't find SCP001 here. t's stored in a far more unreachabe
+
+ocation than this. 'm sure you were hoping you coud get in, edit it in a coupe
+
+paces here and there, and voià, you're no onger anomaous, you're free to go,
+the Foundation wi harass you no onger. Of course, it can't be that easy. But 
+
+am going to hep you. You deserve this much.
+
+'m going to te you why.
+
+Why the Foundation targets you. Why we deem you something to contain, to
+
+persecute. After a, there are far worse evis in the word. We kept our record
+
+of nucear weapons above as an exampe. There are numerous genocides
+
+throughout history. The death to from just the fu aone is far greater than the
+potentia damage for thousands of the peope and objects we contain, and yet
+
+we dedicate ourseves to branding you anomaous. Something not norma.
+
+Something inherenty wrong. Something that cannot be aowed its peace.
+
+Why?
+
+'m not going to patronize you and say there's nothing  can do.  am ony one
+
+voice on the Counci, and  can't change things on my own, that's true, but the
+
+decisions  make, and the way  et mysef view your circumstance are a direct
+cause of peope seeing fit to throw you into a box. Even if  can't change the
+
+document,  coud remain one more advocate for your normacy. After a,
+
+humanity has beieved in ghosts and spirits for thousands of years. We a
+
+beieve in the monster under our beds when we're chidren. These phenomena
+are very rea, and very much a part of the way the word works. Why can't we
+
+just decare them norma? Why won't  free you from your torment?
+
+t's because we aren't ony here to secure, contain, and protect the word.
+
+We're here to secure, contain, and protect you.
+
+≡
+
+The defining feature of the anomaous is that it cannot be expained through
+
+simpe scientific testing. This makes you and your nature different. Unique,
+
+even. And that scarcity makes it vauabe. But that doesn't mean that your vaue
+is something everyone can appreciate. Sometimes, it can ony be appreciated
+
+by those who woud use it against you.
+
+That scarcity is aso the too by which a monster can expoit you. Others aren't
+
+famiiar with your anomay, and won't respond to descriptions of it as rea. This
+
+gives opportunity to nefarious individuas to expoit that ack of knowedge and
+
+use you as an edritch pawn to their peasure. They can isoate you, consume
+you, make your anomay their ever to destroy, sake a sadistic thirst with your
+
+existence.
+
+'m sure you've seen it happen. Someone is different. Their desires, needs,
+
+their reaity forces them to be ostracized by the word at arge. They're eft
+
+aone. Probaby not friendess, but sideined, starved for connection. That's
+
+when someone swoops in, promising greatness, but ony offering that
+connection you crave through consumption of you, destruction of your word,
+
+perversion of your reaity. You fight back, try to te someone of your pight, but
+
+others respond, "Oh, that can't be happening. That's not rea. You must be
+
+mistaken." You are aone in your anomay, and eft to suffer.
+
+We can't et that happen. Yes, go ahead, point out that we're isoating you at
+
+east as we, sowy consuming you and your existence just as surey as some
+abuser might wish to burn you up. Ca us monsters. t's okay. But keep in mind
+
+that even in our pursuit of you, our coverup, our incarceration of you, we sti
+
+want to make sure that you continue to exist, that you aren't removed entirey
+
+from this word. You have every right to exist. You have every right to be as
+different as you are.
+
+You, the monsters out there, the monsters in here, you are a just as rea as we
+
+are. Just as rea as the teeming, irrationa, sefdestructive humanity that
+
+remains ignorant to your pight. And the concusion that we are a, in the end,
+
+the same stuff,  hope you can find comfort in it.
+
+Yes, you are a monster. But, whether we are deemed anomaous or not, so is
+
+every ast one of us. And that means you deserve your existence.
+
+We secure you.
+
+We contain you.
+
+We protect you.
+
+And even if you sti don't get why 'm doing this, pease understand that  sti
+ove you.
+
+ O55
+
+≡
+Cite this page as
+
+"SCP001 Unocked" by WrongJohnSiver, from the SCP Wiki. Source
+
+https//scpwiki.com/wjs���proposa1. Licensed under CCBYSA.
+
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02-March-2025_txt/scp-001-01-ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal - SCP Foundation.txt

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+REDTAPE
+REDTAPE
+REDTAPE
+
+DAWN
+DAWN
+DAWN
+
+About
+
+Community
+
+Resources
+
+Sister Sites
+
+Contact Us
+
+ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal
+
+SCP-001
+
+ ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal
+
+A ROUNDERHOUSE Joint
+
+Rating: +768
+
+BY DIRECT ORDER OF THE OFFICE OF THE
+ADMINISTRATOR
+
+The following file is classified Clearance Level 001/1.
+
+All Foundation personnel are permitted and encouraged to read
+this document.
+
+Welcome, O5-13.
+
+     
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+LEVEL 1/001
+CLASSIFIED
+
+Item #: SCP-001
+
+Site-01.
+
+SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: All
+personnel are permitted to put in a request to
+
+their local Human Resources officer if they
+would like to visit Site-01. Visits are generally
+
+limited to one per 4 years, in order to avoid
+large amounts of damage to the property. The
+
+Site itself is maintained by the Office of the
+Administrator, and any concerns with the
+
+physical building or grounds should be directed
+there.
+
+DESCRIPTION: SCP-001 refers to a collection of
+13 anomalous areas present within Site-01.
+These anomalous areas vary in size and effect,
+
+and are scattered throughout the ground of the
+site. A full list of SCP-001 instances is attached
+
+below.
+
+Site-01 is a mansion in rural Virginia
+constructed between 1764 and 1766 by Duke
+
+Franz C. Williams, an Austrian noble who would
+later become the founder and current
+
+Administrator of the Foundation. Williams'
+
+Administrator Franz Williams, circa 1891.
+
+emigration from Europe was incited by the Seven Years' War, later regarded as the First Occult
+War. Documents relate that he arrived in the New World in a private party of twelve, purchasing
+
+the land for the mansion ahead of time. The party that arrived would become the first Overseers
+of the Foundation that they formed, though the organization as it is today would not take shape
+
+until the late 19th century during the American Civil War.
+
+SafeSafe 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+It became customary for new Overseers to make their own additions to the mansion as they were
+
+inducted, modifying and changing rooms to suit their needs, often with anomalous effects. Due
+to the secrecy associated with the former O5 Council, access to the Site itself was severely
+
+restricted until very recently.
+
+ 
+SCP-001-01
+
+SCP-001-02
+
+SCP-001-03
+
+SCP-001-04
+
+SCP-001-05
+
+SCP-001-06
+
+SCP-001-07
+
+SCP-001-08
+
+SCP-001-09
+
+SCP-001-10
+
+SCP-001-11
+
+SCP-001-12
+
+SCP-001-01
+
+Description: SCP-001-01 is the Bridge
+Archive, an underground storage area
+
+below Site-01 that holds approximately
+
+2,000 historical artifacts from the early
+18th century to the late 21st. While a few
+
+artifacts are anomalous in and of
+themselves, the vast majority are not.
+
+However, handling an object of historical
+value within SCP-001-01 subjects the
+
+handler to a sudden burst of visions,
+typically associated with the object's
+
+SCP-001-01.
+
+historical context. A plurality of SCP-001-01's artifacts originate from various European
+wars. Examples:
+
+Item: A Spanish naval cannon, inlaid with beryllium-bronze insets.
+
+Vision: A single galleon flying the Spanish flag approaches a larger English
+man-o-war and its escorts on a clear, crystal blue sea, possibly that of the
+
+Caribbean. The man-o-war turns to face the Spanish galleon, readying its
+cannons. The cannon, unusually placed at the bow of the ship, is loaded with
+
+something and fired - the single cannonball collides with the hull of the man-
+o-war. Several seconds later, a number of massive tentacles that dwarf both
+
+ships rise from the depths. A gigantic eye is visible below the water. The
+tentacles wrap and crush the man-o-war while the escorts rapidly retreat. No
+
+damage is caused to the Spanish galleon.
+
+Item: A French cavalry sword, inscribed with the insignia of estate Noir.
+
+Vision: A view of a battlefield in France. French troops huddle in a trench, a
+distant screaming overhead. The sky is golden. For a moment, the screaming
+stops, and a roar swells through the French line as they rush out of the trench.
+
+At the other end of no man's land, a swirling sphere of wings and music
+
+screams again. The scene cuts to after the battle - no man's land is littered with
+corpses, and O5-1 stands on the fallen body of the angel, pulling the cavalry
+
+sword from it and wiping the golden blood on his shirt.
+
+Attached File:
+
+6-5-1959
+
+Adiyat has fallen. Samothrace is lost. The occupiers will no doubt slaughter the
+
+survivors when they enter the city. We had the means to stop it. I didn't.
+Everything is worse now.
+
+- D.B
+
+Administrator's Note — 1:
+
+Django was a good man. I met him just after World War I. He had been one of
+
+the experts on the paranormal so many of the governments had enlisted for
+the war effort. The pay was good, he was given free reign to experiment and
+
+test how he wanted. Then he realized all his work was just being used to kill
+more young men. He quit and worked as a free agent for some time, drifting
+
+through France, Denmark, Scotland, landing in Spain.
+
+The paranormal communities back then were tiny compared to what they are
+now; we knew each other by reputation and we became fast friends. The idea of
+
+an organization free from the political squabbles of the time was immensely
+attractive to him, and I brought him on as an administrative consultant. Nine
+
+years later, he took the recently opened position of Overseer Alpha - eventually
+changed to O5-1.
+
+He was obsessed with history since the day I met him. He had a collection of
+
+artifacts from various European wars in his family castle. Some were
+anomalous, most weren't. That collection became the basis for the one under
+
+Site-01 today. He was also dead-set in his belief that the Foundation should
+never be involved in the political machinations of nation-states, even as they
+
+transitioned from kings and czars to presidents and prime ministers. He was
+
+the reason we found ourselves painfully neutral during the Cold War. He was
+the reason we took no action during Samothrace. Men died, but he was firm -
+
+more men would die if we intervened.
+
+We could never stay neutral forever. The Insurgency Crisis proved that. My
+oldest friend died as he lived; immersed in our history trying to decipher our
+
+future. I never filled his seat. I think that was the beginning of the end.
+
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+Clearance Level 001/5 detected. Would you like to open a classified file
+addendum?
+
+▷CLOSE◁
+
+SCP-001-13
+
+Description: SCP-001-13 is a small graveyard on the outer grounds of Site-01.
+13 gravestones are arranged in a grid of four columns. Each bears an
+inscription that changes depending on the reader, conforming to their
+
+relationship with the subject of the tombstone. The following is a list of
+messages as recorded by O5-13.
+
+01. Here lies Django Bridge. An archivist to the end.
+
+02. Here lies David Rosen. Never saw it coming.
+
+03. Here lies Everett Mann. Could make anything except happiness.
+An empty grave.
+
+04. Here lies Tilda Moose. Didn't know what she had until she gave
+it away. Died trying to get it back.
+
+05. Here lies Chelsea Elliot, née Glaistig. Feet in two worlds, fit in
+neither.
+
+06. Here lies Ali Ibn-Bijhan. Betrayed his countrymen. Died of the
+guilt.
+
+07. Here lies Agatha Rights. The only one I have ever loved.
+
+08. Here lies Thaddeus Xyank. Came from tomorrow to help us
+today. Never forgot what he left behind.
+
+09. Here lies Jean Aktus. A relic of the past, but he knew that.
+
+10. Here lies Kain Pathos Crow. He was a good boy.
+
+11. Here lies Troy Lament. The best I have ever known.
+
+12. Here lies Alto Clef. Rot in hell.
+
+13. MEMENTO MORI
+
+Administrator's Note:
+
+It's been eighty years, Gears. I got you onto senior staff, then
+directorship, then the Council. I know you well enough to know
+
+what you do when you're thinking about ending things.
+
+It's okay. I was here before the Council, I'll be here after. You all ran
+the place well, but at the end of the day, you're still human. You
+
+make mistakes, and you have flaws, and that's alright. You did the
+best you could, and it was pretty good.
+
+I'm sorry for putting this crushing burden on you and the others. I
+
+can't help but feel responsible. This life isn't an easy one, they
+might still be alive if not for me. They'd certainly have been happier.
+
+You were all the best and brightest of the Foundation of then. I
+
+took you and I ruined you, and I'm sorry.
+
+Don't worry about what happens after — my office has a handle on
+
+things, we have since I stopped refilling your seats. It's time to start
+
+burying the past. Make room for the future. There will never be a
+group like this again, but that's okay. The mere existence of the
+
+Council seems to invite tragedy. It's time for something different
+anyway. I don't know what, but the age of the Council is over, I can
+
+tell you that.
+
+Come to my study when you're ready to end it. It's okay, Charles.
+Don't worry. You did a good job. I'm proud of you.
+
+▷CLOSE◁
+
+‡ Hide Licensing / CitationCite this page as:
+
+"ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal" by Rounderhouse, from the SCP Wiki. Source:
+
+https://scpwiki.com/rounderhouse-proposal. Licensed under CC-BY-SA.
+
+For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about
+
+licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
+
+Filename: manor
+Name: File:WestoverPlantationSEGL.jpg
+Author: Stephen Lea
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:WestoverPlantationSEGL.jpg
+
+Filename: administrator
+Name: File:D. Carlos de Borbón y de Austria-Este smoking.jpg
+Author: Nadar
+License: Public Domain
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:D._Carlos_de_Borb%C3%B3n_y_de_Austria
+-Este_smoking.jpg
+
+Filename: archive
+Name: File:Etnografiska museet May 2013 01.jpg
+Author: Arild Vågen
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Etnografiska_museet_May_2013_01.jpg
+
+Filename: newsroom
+Name: File:City tv control room Doors Open Toronto 2012.jpg
+Author: Loozrboy
+License: CC BY-SA 2.0
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:City_tv_control_room_Doors_Open_Toront
+o_2012.jpg
+
+Filename: workshop
+Name: OLD INDUSTRIAL EQUIPMENT IN ABANDONED WORKSHOP
+Author: pixy
+License: Public Domain
+Source: https://pixy.org/5877694/
+
+Filename: library
+Name: File:Chatsworth House library.JPG
+Author: Sb2s3
+License: CC BY-SA 4.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Chatsworth_House_library.JPG
+
+Filename: postits
+Name: postits
+Author: 
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source: http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/rounderhouse-proposal
+
+UncertaintyCrossing
+
+Filename: greenhouse
+Name: greenhouse
+Author: pxhere
+License: Public Domain
+Source: https://pxhere.com/en/photo/24550
+
+Filename: room
+Name: File:Berber house.jpg
+Author: Ilan Molcho
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Berber_house.jpg
+
+Filename: machine
+Name: File:GSI, Darmstadt, Juli 2015 (31).JPG
+Author: Alexander Blecher
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:GSI,_Darmstadt,_Juli_2015_(31).JPG
+
+Filename: medicine
+Name: Holmes medicine cabinet
+Author: Matt Brown
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source: https://www.flickr.com/photos/londonmatt/2855822695
+
+Filename: guns
+Name: File:Donnington Historic Weapons Collection Display.jpg
+Author: Cocklecanoe
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Donnington_Historic_Weapons_Collection_
+Display.jpg
+
+Filename: booze
+Name: onyx bar cart
+Author: goodiesfirst
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source: https://search.creativecommons.org/photos/52733637-78c2-4bd0-a67e-
+4002d2379918
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02-March-2025_txt/scp-001-02-ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal - SCP Foundation.txt

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+REDTAPE
+REDTAPE
+REDTAPE
+
+DAWN
+DAWN
+DAWN
+
+About
+
+Community
+
+Resources
+
+Sister Sites
+
+Contact Us
+
+ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal
+
+SCP-001
+
+ ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal
+
+A ROUNDERHOUSE Joint
+
+Rating: +768
+
+BY DIRECT ORDER OF THE OFFICE OF THE
+ADMINISTRATOR
+
+The following file is classified Clearance Level 001/1.
+
+All Foundation personnel are permitted and encouraged to read
+this document.
+
+Welcome, O5-13.
+
+     
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+LEVEL 1/001
+CLASSIFIED
+
+Item #: SCP-001
+
+Site-01.
+
+SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: All
+personnel are permitted to put in a request to
+
+their local Human Resources officer if they
+would like to visit Site-01. Visits are generally
+
+limited to one per 4 years, in order to avoid
+large amounts of damage to the property. The
+
+Site itself is maintained by the Office of the
+Administrator, and any concerns with the
+
+physical building or grounds should be directed
+there.
+
+DESCRIPTION: SCP-001 refers to a collection of
+13 anomalous areas present within Site-01.
+These anomalous areas vary in size and effect,
+
+and are scattered throughout the ground of the
+site. A full list of SCP-001 instances is attached
+
+below.
+
+Site-01 is a mansion in rural Virginia
+constructed between 1764 and 1766 by Duke
+
+Franz C. Williams, an Austrian noble who would
+later become the founder and current
+
+Administrator of the Foundation. Williams'
+
+Administrator Franz Williams, circa 1891.
+
+emigration from Europe was incited by the Seven Years' War, later regarded as the First Occult
+War. Documents relate that he arrived in the New World in a private party of twelve, purchasing
+
+the land for the mansion ahead of time. The party that arrived would become the first Overseers
+of the Foundation that they formed, though the organization as it is today would not take shape
+
+until the late 19th century during the American Civil War.
+
+SafeSafe 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+It became customary for new Overseers to make their own additions to the mansion as they were
+
+inducted, modifying and changing rooms to suit their needs, often with anomalous effects. Due
+to the secrecy associated with the former O5 Council, access to the Site itself was severely
+
+restricted until very recently.
+
+ 
+SCP-001-01
+
+SCP-001-02
+
+SCP-001-03
+
+SCP-001-04
+
+SCP-001-05
+
+SCP-001-06
+
+SCP-001-07
+
+SCP-001-08
+
+SCP-001-09
+
+SCP-001-10
+
+SCP-001-11
+
+SCP-001-12
+
+SCP-001-02
+
+Description: SCP-001-02 is a converted
+bedroom in the east wing of the mansion.
+
+Most furniture has been removed to
+
+make room for 30 monitors and
+televisions mounted to the walls. These
+
+displays constantly output a variety of
+global information (e.g. the daily NASDAQ
+
+average, the precipitation levels of the
+Middle East). Higher priority information
+
+is permanently held on the larger screens,
+while smaller screens switch out between
+
+SCP-001-02.
+
+data feeds, seemingly at random. The source of the feeds and power to the screens is
+unknown; none are connected to anything except each other.
+
+Screen: Permanently displays the rate of traffic flow on all major American and
+European highways.
+
+Message: "DRIVER RATE NEEDS MONITORING — FLUCTUATIONS UNCLEAR,
+MAYBE INDICATIVE. GET IN TOUCH WITH DC AL FINE, GOC OWE ME"
+
+Screen: A shifting graph showing the prevalence of anomalous tool-use in
+Foundation sites.
+
+Message: "RISKING DOMINANCE SCENARIO - ADDRESS COUNCIL ABOUT THIS.
+URGENT!!! NOT AGAIN"
+
+Attached File:
+
+From: [email protected]
+To: RAISA Staff (Group)
+Subject: Dataflow
+Date: 12-05-2044
+
+I want every goddamn byte that came out of Kabul before the bombs started
+
+falling sent to my office by the end of this week. We're in crisis mode. It's our
+job to make sure shit like that never happens, and we fucked up. The best thing
+
+we can do now is use the data we do have to prevent something from ever
+
+happening again.
+
+From: [email protected]
+To: [email protected]
+Subject: (No subject)
+Date: 12-08-2044
+
+David -
+
+You need to let up. We can't change the past, but we can change the future. But
+you can't do anything if all your staff are terrified of you and hanging on by a
+
+thread. This has been the worst week of their lives for most of them - don't ruin
+them. Don't get obsessed.
+
+From: [email protected]
+To: [email protected]
+Subject: Re: (No Subject)
+Date: 12-08-2044
+
+I'll take two hundred burned out staffers over one more corpse any day.
+
+Administrator's Note — 2:
+
+I picked up David after the Gulf Incident in 2026. He was just a lowly RAISA tech
+
+back then, but I saw something else in him. A fiery talent for putting pieces
+together. Getting disparate information anyone else would consider worthless
+
+and forming it into something useful. It's not a learned thing, you either have it
+
+or you don't. He had it in spades, and it was being wasted helping researchers
+reset their passwords.
+
+I gave him a few trial runs - the information breaches the GOC had during the
+
+late 2020s? All him. Very impressive young man, if acerbic. When the old Two
+retired, he was my first pick for the job, and doubled up as the RAISA director,
+
+too. He hit the ground running. Information is the reason the Foundation has
+been dominant since WW1, and he was the best there was at it. He figured out
+
+the Insurgency's attack plans from annual ammunition sales in Libya crossed by
+Anderson's stock prices once. The puzzles stopped being puzzles. What
+
+happened next was inevitable.
+
+He fell into the classic trap - he got paranoid. Everything was easier, but he
+wasn't used to that. The reasonable conclusion was that he was missing things.
+
+Every little accident or statistical improbability became his fault. He felt
+responsible for the hundreds that died during the Six-Minute War. Kabul was
+
+on his hands. It wasn't, of course, but it was how he felt.
+
+Suddenly, every single bit of information was absolutely crucial. He needed to
+have it, to analyze it, to control it. It wasn't enough just to solve the puzzle, he
+
+had to be the only one who had the answer. Paranoia makes monsters of us all,
+and David was no different. He went early for a human, which is absurdly early
+
+for an O5. I found him slumped over in his room, watching the Powerball
+drawings.
+
+Clearance Level 001/5 detected. Would you like to open a classified file
+addendum?
+
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+▷CLOSE◁
+
+SCP-001-13
+
+Description: SCP-001-13 is a small graveyard on the outer grounds of Site-01.
+13 gravestones are arranged in a grid of four columns. Each bears an
+inscription that changes depending on the reader, conforming to their
+
+relationship with the subject of the tombstone. The following is a list of
+messages as recorded by O5-13.
+
+01. Here lies Django Bridge. An archivist to the end.
+
+02. Here lies David Rosen. Never saw it coming.
+
+03. Here lies Everett Mann. Could make anything except happiness.
+An empty grave.
+
+04. Here lies Tilda Moose. Didn't know what she had until she gave
+it away. Died trying to get it back.
+
+05. Here lies Chelsea Elliot, née Glaistig. Feet in two worlds, fit in
+neither.
+
+06. Here lies Ali Ibn-Bijhan. Betrayed his countrymen. Died of the
+guilt.
+
+07. Here lies Agatha Rights. The only one I have ever loved.
+
+08. Here lies Thaddeus Xyank. Came from tomorrow to help us
+today. Never forgot what he left behind.
+
+09. Here lies Jean Aktus. A relic of the past, but he knew that.
+
+10. Here lies Kain Pathos Crow. He was a good boy.
+
+11. Here lies Troy Lament. The best I have ever known.
+
+12. Here lies Alto Clef. Rot in hell.
+
+13. MEMENTO MORI
+
+Administrator's Note:
+
+It's been eighty years, Gears. I got you onto senior staff, then
+directorship, then the Council. I know you well enough to know
+
+what you do when you're thinking about ending things.
+
+It's okay. I was here before the Council, I'll be here after. You all ran
+the place well, but at the end of the day, you're still human. You
+
+make mistakes, and you have flaws, and that's alright. You did the
+best you could, and it was pretty good.
+
+I'm sorry for putting this crushing burden on you and the others. I
+
+can't help but feel responsible. This life isn't an easy one, they
+might still be alive if not for me. They'd certainly have been happier.
+
+You were all the best and brightest of the Foundation of then. I
+
+took you and I ruined you, and I'm sorry.
+
+Don't worry about what happens after — my office has a handle on
+
+things, we have since I stopped refilling your seats. It's time to start
+
+burying the past. Make room for the future. There will never be a
+group like this again, but that's okay. The mere existence of the
+
+Council seems to invite tragedy. It's time for something different
+anyway. I don't know what, but the age of the Council is over, I can
+
+tell you that.
+
+Come to my study when you're ready to end it. It's okay, Charles.
+Don't worry. You did a good job. I'm proud of you.
+
+▷CLOSE◁
+
+‡ Hide Licensing / CitationCite this page as:
+
+"ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal" by Rounderhouse, from the SCP Wiki. Source:
+
+https://scpwiki.com/rounderhouse-proposal. Licensed under CC-BY-SA.
+
+For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about
+
+licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
+
+Filename: manor
+Name: File:WestoverPlantationSEGL.jpg
+Author: Stephen Lea
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:WestoverPlantationSEGL.jpg
+
+Filename: administrator
+Name: File:D. Carlos de Borbón y de Austria-Este smoking.jpg
+Author: Nadar
+License: Public Domain
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:D._Carlos_de_Borb%C3%B3n_y_de_Austria
+-Este_smoking.jpg
+
+Filename: archive
+Name: File:Etnografiska museet May 2013 01.jpg
+Author: Arild Vågen
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Etnografiska_museet_May_2013_01.jpg
+
+Filename: newsroom
+Name: File:City tv control room Doors Open Toronto 2012.jpg
+Author: Loozrboy
+License: CC BY-SA 2.0
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:City_tv_control_room_Doors_Open_Toront
+o_2012.jpg
+
+Filename: workshop
+Name: OLD INDUSTRIAL EQUIPMENT IN ABANDONED WORKSHOP
+Author: pixy
+License: Public Domain
+Source: https://pixy.org/5877694/
+
+Filename: library
+Name: File:Chatsworth House library.JPG
+Author: Sb2s3
+License: CC BY-SA 4.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Chatsworth_House_library.JPG
+
+Filename: postits
+Name: postits
+Author: 
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source: http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/rounderhouse-proposal
+
+UncertaintyCrossing
+
+Filename: greenhouse
+Name: greenhouse
+Author: pxhere
+License: Public Domain
+Source: https://pxhere.com/en/photo/24550
+
+Filename: room
+Name: File:Berber house.jpg
+Author: Ilan Molcho
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Berber_house.jpg
+
+Filename: machine
+Name: File:GSI, Darmstadt, Juli 2015 (31).JPG
+Author: Alexander Blecher
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:GSI,_Darmstadt,_Juli_2015_(31).JPG
+
+Filename: medicine
+Name: Holmes medicine cabinet
+Author: Matt Brown
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source: https://www.flickr.com/photos/londonmatt/2855822695
+
+Filename: guns
+Name: File:Donnington Historic Weapons Collection Display.jpg
+Author: Cocklecanoe
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Donnington_Historic_Weapons_Collection_
+Display.jpg
+
+Filename: booze
+Name: onyx bar cart
+Author: goodiesfirst
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source: https://search.creativecommons.org/photos/52733637-78c2-4bd0-a67e-
+4002d2379918
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+REDTAPE
+REDTAPE
+REDTAPE
+
+DAWN
+DAWN
+DAWN
+
+About
+
+Community
+
+Resources
+
+Sister Sites
+
+Contact Us
+
+ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal
+
+SCP-001
+
+ ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal
+
+A ROUNDERHOUSE Joint
+
+Rating: +768
+
+BY DIRECT ORDER OF THE OFFICE OF THE
+ADMINISTRATOR
+
+The following file is classified Clearance Level 001/1.
+
+All Foundation personnel are permitted and encouraged to read
+this document.
+
+Welcome, O5-13.
+
+     
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+LEVEL 1/001
+CLASSIFIED
+
+Item #: SCP-001
+
+Site-01.
+
+SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: All
+personnel are permitted to put in a request to
+
+their local Human Resources officer if they
+would like to visit Site-01. Visits are generally
+
+limited to one per 4 years, in order to avoid
+large amounts of damage to the property. The
+
+Site itself is maintained by the Office of the
+Administrator, and any concerns with the
+
+physical building or grounds should be directed
+there.
+
+DESCRIPTION: SCP-001 refers to a collection of
+13 anomalous areas present within Site-01.
+These anomalous areas vary in size and effect,
+
+and are scattered throughout the ground of the
+site. A full list of SCP-001 instances is attached
+
+below.
+
+Site-01 is a mansion in rural Virginia
+constructed between 1764 and 1766 by Duke
+
+Franz C. Williams, an Austrian noble who would
+later become the founder and current
+
+Administrator of the Foundation. Williams'
+
+Administrator Franz Williams, circa 1891.
+
+emigration from Europe was incited by the Seven Years' War, later regarded as the First Occult
+War. Documents relate that he arrived in the New World in a private party of twelve, purchasing
+
+the land for the mansion ahead of time. The party that arrived would become the first Overseers
+of the Foundation that they formed, though the organization as it is today would not take shape
+
+until the late 19th century during the American Civil War.
+
+SafeSafe 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+It became customary for new Overseers to make their own additions to the mansion as they were
+
+inducted, modifying and changing rooms to suit their needs, often with anomalous effects. Due
+to the secrecy associated with the former O5 Council, access to the Site itself was severely
+
+restricted until very recently.
+
+ 
+SCP-001-01
+
+SCP-001-02
+
+SCP-001-03
+
+SCP-001-04
+
+SCP-001-05
+
+SCP-001-06
+
+SCP-001-07
+
+SCP-001-08
+
+SCP-001-09
+
+SCP-001-10
+
+SCP-001-11
+
+SCP-001-12
+
+SCP-001-02
+
+Description: SCP-001-02 is a converted
+bedroom in the east wing of the mansion.
+
+Most furniture has been removed to
+
+make room for 30 monitors and
+televisions mounted to the walls. These
+
+displays constantly output a variety of
+global information (e.g. the daily NASDAQ
+
+average, the precipitation levels of the
+Middle East). Higher priority information
+
+is permanently held on the larger screens,
+while smaller screens switch out between
+
+SCP-001-02.
+
+data feeds, seemingly at random. The source of the feeds and power to the screens is
+unknown; none are connected to anything except each other.
+
+Screen: Permanently displays the rate of traffic flow on all major American and
+European highways.
+
+Message: "DRIVER RATE NEEDS MONITORING — FLUCTUATIONS UNCLEAR,
+MAYBE INDICATIVE. GET IN TOUCH WITH DC AL FINE, GOC OWE ME"
+
+Screen: A shifting graph showing the prevalence of anomalous tool-use in
+Foundation sites.
+
+Message: "RISKING DOMINANCE SCENARIO - ADDRESS COUNCIL ABOUT THIS.
+URGENT!!! NOT AGAIN"
+
+Attached File:
+
+From: [email protected]
+To: RAISA Staff (Group)
+Subject: Dataflow
+Date: 12-05-2044
+
+I want every goddamn byte that came out of Kabul before the bombs started
+
+falling sent to my office by the end of this week. We're in crisis mode. It's our
+job to make sure shit like that never happens, and we fucked up. The best thing
+
+we can do now is use the data we do have to prevent something from ever
+
+happening again.
+
+From: [email protected]
+To: [email protected]
+Subject: (No subject)
+Date: 12-08-2044
+
+David -
+
+You need to let up. We can't change the past, but we can change the future. But
+you can't do anything if all your staff are terrified of you and hanging on by a
+
+thread. This has been the worst week of their lives for most of them - don't ruin
+them. Don't get obsessed.
+
+From: [email protected]
+To: [email protected]
+Subject: Re: (No Subject)
+Date: 12-08-2044
+
+I'll take two hundred burned out staffers over one more corpse any day.
+
+Administrator's Note — 2:
+
+I picked up David after the Gulf Incident in 2026. He was just a lowly RAISA tech
+
+back then, but I saw something else in him. A fiery talent for putting pieces
+together. Getting disparate information anyone else would consider worthless
+
+and forming it into something useful. It's not a learned thing, you either have it
+
+or you don't. He had it in spades, and it was being wasted helping researchers
+reset their passwords.
+
+I gave him a few trial runs - the information breaches the GOC had during the
+
+late 2020s? All him. Very impressive young man, if acerbic. When the old Two
+retired, he was my first pick for the job, and doubled up as the RAISA director,
+
+too. He hit the ground running. Information is the reason the Foundation has
+been dominant since WW1, and he was the best there was at it. He figured out
+
+the Insurgency's attack plans from annual ammunition sales in Libya crossed by
+Anderson's stock prices once. The puzzles stopped being puzzles. What
+
+happened next was inevitable.
+
+He fell into the classic trap - he got paranoid. Everything was easier, but he
+wasn't used to that. The reasonable conclusion was that he was missing things.
+
+Every little accident or statistical improbability became his fault. He felt
+responsible for the hundreds that died during the Six-Minute War. Kabul was
+
+on his hands. It wasn't, of course, but it was how he felt.
+
+Suddenly, every single bit of information was absolutely crucial. He needed to
+have it, to analyze it, to control it. It wasn't enough just to solve the puzzle, he
+
+had to be the only one who had the answer. Paranoia makes monsters of us all,
+and David was no different. He went early for a human, which is absurdly early
+
+for an O5. I found him slumped over in his room, watching the Powerball
+drawings.
+
+Clearance Level 001/5 detected. Would you like to open a classified file
+addendum?
+
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+▷CLOSE◁
+
+SCP-001-13
+
+Description: SCP-001-13 is a small graveyard on the outer grounds of Site-01.
+13 gravestones are arranged in a grid of four columns. Each bears an
+inscription that changes depending on the reader, conforming to their
+
+relationship with the subject of the tombstone. The following is a list of
+messages as recorded by O5-13.
+
+01. Here lies Django Bridge. An archivist to the end.
+
+02. Here lies David Rosen. Never saw it coming.
+
+03. Here lies Everett Mann. Could make anything except happiness.
+An empty grave.
+
+04. Here lies Tilda Moose. Didn't know what she had until she gave
+it away. Died trying to get it back.
+
+05. Here lies Chelsea Elliot, née Glaistig. Feet in two worlds, fit in
+neither.
+
+06. Here lies Ali Ibn-Bijhan. Betrayed his countrymen. Died of the
+guilt.
+
+07. Here lies Agatha Rights. The only one I have ever loved.
+
+08. Here lies Thaddeus Xyank. Came from tomorrow to help us
+today. Never forgot what he left behind.
+
+09. Here lies Jean Aktus. A relic of the past, but he knew that.
+
+10. Here lies Kain Pathos Crow. He was a good boy.
+
+11. Here lies Troy Lament. The best I have ever known.
+
+12. Here lies Alto Clef. Rot in hell.
+
+13. MEMENTO MORI
+
+Administrator's Note:
+
+It's been eighty years, Gears. I got you onto senior staff, then
+directorship, then the Council. I know you well enough to know
+
+what you do when you're thinking about ending things.
+
+It's okay. I was here before the Council, I'll be here after. You all ran
+the place well, but at the end of the day, you're still human. You
+
+make mistakes, and you have flaws, and that's alright. You did the
+best you could, and it was pretty good.
+
+I'm sorry for putting this crushing burden on you and the others. I
+
+can't help but feel responsible. This life isn't an easy one, they
+might still be alive if not for me. They'd certainly have been happier.
+
+You were all the best and brightest of the Foundation of then. I
+
+took you and I ruined you, and I'm sorry.
+
+Don't worry about what happens after — my office has a handle on
+
+things, we have since I stopped refilling your seats. It's time to start
+
+burying the past. Make room for the future. There will never be a
+group like this again, but that's okay. The mere existence of the
+
+Council seems to invite tragedy. It's time for something different
+anyway. I don't know what, but the age of the Council is over, I can
+
+tell you that.
+
+Come to my study when you're ready to end it. It's okay, Charles.
+Don't worry. You did a good job. I'm proud of you.
+
+▷CLOSE◁
+
+‡ Hide Licensing / CitationCite this page as:
+
+"ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal" by Rounderhouse, from the SCP Wiki. Source:
+
+https://scpwiki.com/rounderhouse-proposal. Licensed under CC-BY-SA.
+
+For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about
+
+licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
+
+Filename: manor
+Name: File:WestoverPlantationSEGL.jpg
+Author: Stephen Lea
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:WestoverPlantationSEGL.jpg
+
+Filename: administrator
+Name: File:D. Carlos de Borbón y de Austria-Este smoking.jpg
+Author: Nadar
+License: Public Domain
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:D._Carlos_de_Borb%C3%B3n_y_de_Austria
+-Este_smoking.jpg
+
+Filename: archive
+Name: File:Etnografiska museet May 2013 01.jpg
+Author: Arild Vågen
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Etnografiska_museet_May_2013_01.jpg
+
+Filename: newsroom
+Name: File:City tv control room Doors Open Toronto 2012.jpg
+Author: Loozrboy
+License: CC BY-SA 2.0
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:City_tv_control_room_Doors_Open_Toront
+o_2012.jpg
+
+Filename: workshop
+Name: OLD INDUSTRIAL EQUIPMENT IN ABANDONED WORKSHOP
+Author: pixy
+License: Public Domain
+Source: https://pixy.org/5877694/
+
+Filename: library
+Name: File:Chatsworth House library.JPG
+Author: Sb2s3
+License: CC BY-SA 4.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Chatsworth_House_library.JPG
+
+Filename: postits
+Name: postits
+Author: 
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source: http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/rounderhouse-proposal
+
+UncertaintyCrossing
+
+Filename: greenhouse
+Name: greenhouse
+Author: pxhere
+License: Public Domain
+Source: https://pxhere.com/en/photo/24550
+
+Filename: room
+Name: File:Berber house.jpg
+Author: Ilan Molcho
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Berber_house.jpg
+
+Filename: machine
+Name: File:GSI, Darmstadt, Juli 2015 (31).JPG
+Author: Alexander Blecher
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:GSI,_Darmstadt,_Juli_2015_(31).JPG
+
+Filename: medicine
+Name: Holmes medicine cabinet
+Author: Matt Brown
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source: https://www.flickr.com/photos/londonmatt/2855822695
+
+Filename: guns
+Name: File:Donnington Historic Weapons Collection Display.jpg
+Author: Cocklecanoe
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Donnington_Historic_Weapons_Collection_
+Display.jpg
+
+Filename: booze
+Name: onyx bar cart
+Author: goodiesfirst
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source: https://search.creativecommons.org/photos/52733637-78c2-4bd0-a67e-
+4002d2379918
+
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+
+More From This Author
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+django-bridge
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+doctor-clef
+
+doctor-elliott
+
+doctor-gears
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+doctor-mann
+
+doctor-rights
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+
+extradimensional
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+food
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+hallucination
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+historical
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+hy-brasil
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+
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+
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+
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+
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+
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+
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+
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+
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+
+toxic
+
+wanderers-library
+
+weapon
+
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02-March-2025_txt/scp-001-03-ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal - SCP Foundation.txt

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+REDTAPE
+REDTAPE
+REDTAPE
+
+DAWN
+DAWN
+DAWN
+
+About
+
+Community
+
+Resources
+
+Sister Sites
+
+Contact Us
+
+ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal
+
+SCP-001
+
+ ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal
+
+A ROUNDERHOUSE Joint
+
+Rating: +768
+
+BY DIRECT ORDER OF THE OFFICE OF THE
+ADMINISTRATOR
+
+The following file is classified Clearance Level 001/1.
+
+All Foundation personnel are permitted and encouraged to read
+this document.
+
+Welcome, O5-13.
+
+     
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+LEVEL 1/001
+CLASSIFIED
+
+Item #: SCP-001
+
+Site-01.
+
+SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: All
+personnel are permitted to put in a request to
+
+their local Human Resources officer if they
+would like to visit Site-01. Visits are generally
+
+limited to one per 4 years, in order to avoid
+large amounts of damage to the property. The
+
+Site itself is maintained by the Office of the
+Administrator, and any concerns with the
+
+physical building or grounds should be directed
+there.
+
+DESCRIPTION: SCP-001 refers to a collection of
+13 anomalous areas present within Site-01.
+These anomalous areas vary in size and effect,
+
+and are scattered throughout the ground of the
+site. A full list of SCP-001 instances is attached
+
+below.
+
+Site-01 is a mansion in rural Virginia
+constructed between 1764 and 1766 by Duke
+
+Franz C. Williams, an Austrian noble who would
+later become the founder and current
+
+Administrator of the Foundation. Williams'
+
+Administrator Franz Williams, circa 1891.
+
+emigration from Europe was incited by the Seven Years' War, later regarded as the First Occult
+War. Documents relate that he arrived in the New World in a private party of twelve, purchasing
+
+the land for the mansion ahead of time. The party that arrived would become the first Overseers
+of the Foundation that they formed, though the organization as it is today would not take shape
+
+until the late 19th century during the American Civil War.
+
+SafeSafe 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+It became customary for new Overseers to make their own additions to the mansion as they were
+
+inducted, modifying and changing rooms to suit their needs, often with anomalous effects. Due
+to the secrecy associated with the former O5 Council, access to the Site itself was severely
+
+restricted until very recently.
+
+ 
+SCP-001-01
+
+SCP-001-02
+
+SCP-001-03
+
+SCP-001-04
+
+SCP-001-05
+
+SCP-001-06
+
+SCP-001-07
+
+SCP-001-08
+
+SCP-001-09
+
+SCP-001-10
+
+SCP-001-11
+
+SCP-001-12
+
+SCP-001-03
+
+Description: SCP-001-03 is a warehouse
+on the outer grounds of Site-01.
+
+Remodeled into a workshop, it contains
+
+manufacturing implements and industrial
+machinery from a variety of time periods,
+
+as well as raw materials and hand tools.
+Any item crafted in SCP-001-03 using the
+
+tools and machinery available will carry
+some sort of minor anomalous effect
+
+with it. These can range in power and
+type, but largely result in 'magic items'
+
+SCP-001-03.
+
+that are anomalously improved at their given function (e.g body armor that protects the
+wearer from damage, a lockpick able to open any lock). A number of these items are strewn
+
+around the workshop with labels.
+
+Item: A small solid-state drive containing a shackled .AIC program.
+
+Effect: .AIC, named "Sophie", is able to hold and maintain casual conversation
+and small talk beyond what would be capable for its storage capacity.
+
+Label: "practice.exe"
+
+Item: A small crib mobile resembling the solar system, with the addition of a
+tenth planet between Uranus and Neptune.
+
+Effect: Instantly calms the observer into a state of relaxation. Presumably
+designed to soothe infant crying.
+
+Label: "aggie's baby"
+
+Attached File:
+
+O5-3: Oh, hello.
+
+Administrator: Hey, Rhett.
+
+O5-3: I wish you wouldn't use my name.
+
+Administrator: That's what makes it fun.
+
+[Both chuckle, then fall silent for a moment.]
+
+O5-3: Did you… need something?
+
+Administrator: Yeah. Well, you know how time flies by, we were going to have a
+little get-together for Seven, be nice to have you. Maybe bring a gift for the kid.
+
+O5-3: Oh. I see.
+
+[Moment of silence.]
+
+O5-3: I'm sorry, I don't think so, I just, you know, have stuff here to finish up. You
+guys have fun.
+
+[Moment of silence.]
+
+Administrator: No worries, Rhett. Just don't work too hard.
+
+Administrator's Note — 3:
+
+Mann was good. I liked him. He was former Prometheus, ended up taking an
+
+employment offer from us when his lab went under. Put his brain to work
+designing more efficient things for us to use. Containment chambers,
+
+machines, sometimes even weapons. He built the Null Riggers that eventually
+
+replaced SRAs. He was also responsible for the design of the FS Bowe, even
+though he had about as much experience designing spaceships as anyone else
+
+in the Foundation. Mann was a true prodigy - the kind of intelligence you see
+once in a generation.
+
+He was odd, though. Not in some overt way, just the kind of person that you
+
+have to really push to talk to. He never really interfaced with me or any of the
+others outside of business like everyone else did. Preferred to stay huddled in
+
+that little workshop all day and night, crafting up wonders. I'm not really sure
+whether he couldn't connect because he was always working, or whether he
+
+was always working because he couldn't connect. Or maybe they were entirely
+separate and I'm connecting dots that don't exist. We'll never really know for
+
+sure.
+
+We never really found out what happened to him. He just didn't come back
+from the workshop one day. I started the biggest, quietest manhunt in the
+
+world. Never found so much as a hair. Hell, maybe he didn't want to be found. I
+couldn't fill his seat after that even if I wanted to — it would be admitting the
+
+obvious.
+
+Clearance Level 001/5 detected. Would you like to open a classified file
+addendum?
+
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+▷CLOSE◁
+
+SCP-001-13
+
+Description: SCP-001-13 is a small graveyard on the outer grounds of Site-01.
+13 gravestones are arranged in a grid of four columns. Each bears an
+inscription that changes depending on the reader, conforming to their
+
+relationship with the subject of the tombstone. The following is a list of
+messages as recorded by O5-13.
+
+01. Here lies Django Bridge. An archivist to the end.
+
+02. Here lies David Rosen. Never saw it coming.
+
+03. Here lies Everett Mann. Could make anything except happiness.
+An empty grave.
+
+04. Here lies Tilda Moose. Didn't know what she had until she gave
+it away. Died trying to get it back.
+
+05. Here lies Chelsea Elliot, née Glaistig. Feet in two worlds, fit in
+neither.
+
+06. Here lies Ali Ibn-Bijhan. Betrayed his countrymen. Died of the
+guilt.
+
+07. Here lies Agatha Rights. The only one I have ever loved.
+
+08. Here lies Thaddeus Xyank. Came from tomorrow to help us
+today. Never forgot what he left behind.
+
+09. Here lies Jean Aktus. A relic of the past, but he knew that.
+
+10. Here lies Kain Pathos Crow. He was a good boy.
+
+11. Here lies Troy Lament. The best I have ever known.
+
+12. Here lies Alto Clef. Rot in hell.
+
+13. MEMENTO MORI
+
+Administrator's Note:
+
+It's been eighty years, Gears. I got you onto senior staff, then
+directorship, then the Council. I know you well enough to know
+
+what you do when you're thinking about ending things.
+
+It's okay. I was here before the Council, I'll be here after. You all ran
+the place well, but at the end of the day, you're still human. You
+
+make mistakes, and you have flaws, and that's alright. You did the
+best you could, and it was pretty good.
+
+I'm sorry for putting this crushing burden on you and the others. I
+
+can't help but feel responsible. This life isn't an easy one, they
+might still be alive if not for me. They'd certainly have been happier.
+
+You were all the best and brightest of the Foundation of then. I
+
+took you and I ruined you, and I'm sorry.
+
+Don't worry about what happens after — my office has a handle on
+
+things, we have since I stopped refilling your seats. It's time to start
+
+burying the past. Make room for the future. There will never be a
+group like this again, but that's okay. The mere existence of the
+
+Council seems to invite tragedy. It's time for something different
+anyway. I don't know what, but the age of the Council is over, I can
+
+tell you that.
+
+Come to my study when you're ready to end it. It's okay, Charles.
+Don't worry. You did a good job. I'm proud of you.
+
+▷CLOSE◁
+
+‡ Hide Licensing / CitationCite this page as:
+
+"ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal" by Rounderhouse, from the SCP Wiki. Source:
+
+https://scpwiki.com/rounderhouse-proposal. Licensed under CC-BY-SA.
+
+For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about
+
+licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
+
+Filename: manor
+Name: File:WestoverPlantationSEGL.jpg
+Author: Stephen Lea
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:WestoverPlantationSEGL.jpg
+
+Filename: administrator
+Name: File:D. Carlos de Borbón y de Austria-Este smoking.jpg
+Author: Nadar
+License: Public Domain
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:D._Carlos_de_Borb%C3%B3n_y_de_Austria
+-Este_smoking.jpg
+
+Filename: archive
+Name: File:Etnografiska museet May 2013 01.jpg
+Author: Arild Vågen
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Etnografiska_museet_May_2013_01.jpg
+
+Filename: newsroom
+Name: File:City tv control room Doors Open Toronto 2012.jpg
+Author: Loozrboy
+License: CC BY-SA 2.0
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:City_tv_control_room_Doors_Open_Toront
+o_2012.jpg
+
+Filename: workshop
+Name: OLD INDUSTRIAL EQUIPMENT IN ABANDONED WORKSHOP
+Author: pixy
+License: Public Domain
+Source: https://pixy.org/5877694/
+
+Filename: library
+Name: File:Chatsworth House library.JPG
+Author: Sb2s3
+License: CC BY-SA 4.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Chatsworth_House_library.JPG
+
+Filename: postits
+Name: postits
+Author: 
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source: http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/rounderhouse-proposal
+
+UncertaintyCrossing
+
+Filename: greenhouse
+Name: greenhouse
+Author: pxhere
+License: Public Domain
+Source: https://pxhere.com/en/photo/24550
+
+Filename: room
+Name: File:Berber house.jpg
+Author: Ilan Molcho
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Berber_house.jpg
+
+Filename: machine
+Name: File:GSI, Darmstadt, Juli 2015 (31).JPG
+Author: Alexander Blecher
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:GSI,_Darmstadt,_Juli_2015_(31).JPG
+
+Filename: medicine
+Name: Holmes medicine cabinet
+Author: Matt Brown
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source: https://www.flickr.com/photos/londonmatt/2855822695
+
+Filename: guns
+Name: File:Donnington Historic Weapons Collection Display.jpg
+Author: Cocklecanoe
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Donnington_Historic_Weapons_Collection_
+Display.jpg
+
+Filename: booze
+Name: onyx bar cart
+Author: goodiesfirst
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source: https://search.creativecommons.org/photos/52733637-78c2-4bd0-a67e-
+4002d2379918
+
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+
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+
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+
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+
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+
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+
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02-March-2025_txt/scp-001-04-ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal - SCP Foundation.txt

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+REDTAPE
+REDTAPE
+REDTAPE
+
+DAWN
+DAWN
+DAWN
+
+About
+
+Community
+
+Resources
+
+Sister Sites
+
+Contact Us
+
+ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal
+
+SCP-001
+
+ ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal
+
+A ROUNDERHOUSE Joint
+
+Rating: +768
+
+BY DIRECT ORDER OF THE OFFICE OF THE
+ADMINISTRATOR
+
+The following file is classified Clearance Level 001/1.
+
+All Foundation personnel are permitted and encouraged to read
+this document.
+
+Welcome, O5-13.
+
+     
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+LEVEL 1/001
+CLASSIFIED
+
+Item #: SCP-001
+
+Site-01.
+
+SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: All
+personnel are permitted to put in a request to
+
+their local Human Resources officer if they
+would like to visit Site-01. Visits are generally
+
+limited to one per 4 years, in order to avoid
+large amounts of damage to the property. The
+
+Site itself is maintained by the Office of the
+Administrator, and any concerns with the
+
+physical building or grounds should be directed
+there.
+
+DESCRIPTION: SCP-001 refers to a collection of
+13 anomalous areas present within Site-01.
+These anomalous areas vary in size and effect,
+
+and are scattered throughout the ground of the
+site. A full list of SCP-001 instances is attached
+
+below.
+
+Site-01 is a mansion in rural Virginia
+constructed between 1764 and 1766 by Duke
+
+Franz C. Williams, an Austrian noble who would
+later become the founder and current
+
+Administrator of the Foundation. Williams'
+
+Administrator Franz Williams, circa 1891.
+
+emigration from Europe was incited by the Seven Years' War, later regarded as the First Occult
+War. Documents relate that he arrived in the New World in a private party of twelve, purchasing
+
+the land for the mansion ahead of time. The party that arrived would become the first Overseers
+of the Foundation that they formed, though the organization as it is today would not take shape
+
+until the late 19th century during the American Civil War.
+
+SafeSafe 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+It became customary for new Overseers to make their own additions to the mansion as they were
+
+inducted, modifying and changing rooms to suit their needs, often with anomalous effects. Due
+to the secrecy associated with the former O5 Council, access to the Site itself was severely
+
+restricted until very recently.
+
+ 
+SCP-001-01
+
+SCP-001-02
+
+SCP-001-03
+
+SCP-001-04
+
+SCP-001-05
+
+SCP-001-06
+
+SCP-001-07
+
+SCP-001-08
+
+SCP-001-09
+
+SCP-001-10
+
+SCP-001-11
+
+SCP-001-12
+
+SCP-001-04
+
+Description: SCP-001-04 is a private
+Library located in the west wing of Site-
+
+01. It contains a variety of texts and
+
+books, all concerning various anomalous
+phenomena. While most of these books
+
+have been written, some will be written
+at some point in the future or have never
+
+been written at all, and thus do not
+technically exist.
+
+SCP-001-04 was placed into Site-01 via a
+
+SCP-001-04.
+
+thaumaturgic ritual aimed at amputating
+a portion of the Wanderers' Library. The ritual succeeded, but resulted in the annihilation of
+
+the caster.
+
+Attached Files:
+
+Attached file.
+
+Index — S to T, cont.
+
+[…]
+The Selk Chronicle — Abis Wam
+
+Serfus Black — Wyrmkragg
+The Serpent's Hand — //T.M// REMOVED
+The Serpent: An Analysis — Jericho Benalsh REMOVED
+The Serpentine Text: Modern Edition — L.S REMOVED!
+The Sessenilium - Unknown Author
+
+[…]
+
+A set of small yellow post-its with hasty pencil drawings on one side. The art
+
+depicts scenes from SCP-6000, including the Main Hall, and "Page" and
+"Archivist" instances of SCP-6000-A. The corner of the topmost post-it is wet.
+
+Administrator's Note — 4:
+
+ 
+Poor Tilly. She was the rarest of the rare - a Hand member defecting to the
+
+Foundation. We see a lot of the other way around, but once in a blue moon
+does a Hand member come to us willingly. I don't know much about her,
+
+honestly. I'm not even entirely sure she was from this particular world - if she
+
+had access to the Library she could have been from anywhere. That's probably
+why it took so long for me to trust her - she took up the mantle of Four thirty
+
+years after that meeting, even after becoming the Director of 17.
+
+Between then, she became one of our most valued assets. An encyclopedic
+knowledge of pretty much every type of magic possible without being a
+
+capital-G God. She knew how to neutralize wizards, casters, battlemages,
+anything. She also knew how to disrupt the Hand's operations. They were pretty
+
+much gone by 2049. At least, until the Ninth Occult War - they have a habit of
+springing up during crises. But I digress.
+
+We had anomalous members of the Council before, but never a true, honest-
+
+to-god wizard. Never thought I'd see the day. But she was one of the most loyal
+people I've ever met. I have no idea what the Hand did to piss her off, but she
+
+never forgave them. Her joy in ruining them was only matched by her thirst for
+knowledge.
+
+That was what did her in, in the end. From the moment she shook my hand, she
+
+became a Jailor, and was barred from the Library forever. She knew what she
+was signing up for but I don't think she fully understood how important that
+
+place was to her. She would give anything to have her access restored. She
+ended up giving everything.
+
+Clearance Level 001/5 detected. Would you like to open a classified file
+addendum?
+
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+▷CLOSE◁
+
+SCP-001-13
+
+Description: SCP-001-13 is a small graveyard on the outer grounds of Site-01.
+13 gravestones are arranged in a grid of four columns. Each bears an
+inscription that changes depending on the reader, conforming to their
+
+relationship with the subject of the tombstone. The following is a list of
+messages as recorded by O5-13.
+
+01. Here lies Django Bridge. An archivist to the end.
+
+02. Here lies David Rosen. Never saw it coming.
+
+03. Here lies Everett Mann. Could make anything except happiness.
+An empty grave.
+
+04. Here lies Tilda Moose. Didn't know what she had until she gave
+it away. Died trying to get it back.
+
+05. Here lies Chelsea Elliot, née Glaistig. Feet in two worlds, fit in
+neither.
+
+06. Here lies Ali Ibn-Bijhan. Betrayed his countrymen. Died of the
+guilt.
+
+07. Here lies Agatha Rights. The only one I have ever loved.
+
+08. Here lies Thaddeus Xyank. Came from tomorrow to help us
+today. Never forgot what he left behind.
+
+09. Here lies Jean Aktus. A relic of the past, but he knew that.
+
+10. Here lies Kain Pathos Crow. He was a good boy.
+
+11. Here lies Troy Lament. The best I have ever known.
+
+12. Here lies Alto Clef. Rot in hell.
+
+13. MEMENTO MORI
+
+Administrator's Note:
+
+It's been eighty years, Gears. I got you onto senior staff, then
+directorship, then the Council. I know you well enough to know
+
+what you do when you're thinking about ending things.
+
+It's okay. I was here before the Council, I'll be here after. You all ran
+the place well, but at the end of the day, you're still human. You
+
+make mistakes, and you have flaws, and that's alright. You did the
+best you could, and it was pretty good.
+
+I'm sorry for putting this crushing burden on you and the others. I
+
+can't help but feel responsible. This life isn't an easy one, they
+might still be alive if not for me. They'd certainly have been happier.
+
+You were all the best and brightest of the Foundation of then. I
+
+took you and I ruined you, and I'm sorry.
+
+Don't worry about what happens after — my office has a handle on
+
+things, we have since I stopped refilling your seats. It's time to start
+
+burying the past. Make room for the future. There will never be a
+group like this again, but that's okay. The mere existence of the
+
+Council seems to invite tragedy. It's time for something different
+anyway. I don't know what, but the age of the Council is over, I can
+
+tell you that.
+
+Come to my study when you're ready to end it. It's okay, Charles.
+Don't worry. You did a good job. I'm proud of you.
+
+▷CLOSE◁
+
+‡ Hide Licensing / CitationCite this page as:
+
+"ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal" by Rounderhouse, from the SCP Wiki. Source:
+
+https://scpwiki.com/rounderhouse-proposal. Licensed under CC-BY-SA.
+
+For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about
+
+licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
+
+Filename: manor
+Name: File:WestoverPlantationSEGL.jpg
+Author: Stephen Lea
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:WestoverPlantationSEGL.jpg
+
+Filename: administrator
+Name: File:D. Carlos de Borbón y de Austria-Este smoking.jpg
+Author: Nadar
+License: Public Domain
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:D._Carlos_de_Borb%C3%B3n_y_de_Austria
+-Este_smoking.jpg
+
+Filename: archive
+Name: File:Etnografiska museet May 2013 01.jpg
+Author: Arild Vågen
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Etnografiska_museet_May_2013_01.jpg
+
+Filename: newsroom
+Name: File:City tv control room Doors Open Toronto 2012.jpg
+Author: Loozrboy
+License: CC BY-SA 2.0
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:City_tv_control_room_Doors_Open_Toront
+o_2012.jpg
+
+Filename: workshop
+Name: OLD INDUSTRIAL EQUIPMENT IN ABANDONED WORKSHOP
+Author: pixy
+License: Public Domain
+Source: https://pixy.org/5877694/
+
+Filename: library
+Name: File:Chatsworth House library.JPG
+Author: Sb2s3
+License: CC BY-SA 4.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Chatsworth_House_library.JPG
+
+Filename: postits
+Name: postits
+Author: 
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source: http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/rounderhouse-proposal
+
+UncertaintyCrossing
+
+Filename: greenhouse
+Name: greenhouse
+Author: pxhere
+License: Public Domain
+Source: https://pxhere.com/en/photo/24550
+
+Filename: room
+Name: File:Berber house.jpg
+Author: Ilan Molcho
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Berber_house.jpg
+
+Filename: machine
+Name: File:GSI, Darmstadt, Juli 2015 (31).JPG
+Author: Alexander Blecher
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:GSI,_Darmstadt,_Juli_2015_(31).JPG
+
+Filename: medicine
+Name: Holmes medicine cabinet
+Author: Matt Brown
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source: https://www.flickr.com/photos/londonmatt/2855822695
+
+Filename: guns
+Name: File:Donnington Historic Weapons Collection Display.jpg
+Author: Cocklecanoe
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Donnington_Historic_Weapons_Collection_
+Display.jpg
+
+Filename: booze
+Name: onyx bar cart
+Author: goodiesfirst
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source: https://search.creativecommons.org/photos/52733637-78c2-4bd0-a67e-
+4002d2379918
+
+TAGS↴
+
+More From This Author
+
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+
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+
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+
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+
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+
+director-moose
+
+django-bridge
+
+doctor-clef
+
+doctor-elliott
+
+doctor-gears
+
+doctor-mann
+
+doctor-rights
+
+electronic
+
+extradimensional
+
+food
+
+hallucination
+
+historical
+
+hy-brasil
+
+inscription
+
+kain-pathos-crow
+
+mechanical
+
+medical
+
+plant
+
+prize-feature
+
+researcher-rosen
+
+safe
+
+scp
+
+thad-xyank
+
+toxic
+
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+
+weapon
+
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+
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02-March-2025_txt/scp-001-05-ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal - SCP Foundation.txt

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+REDTAPE
+REDTAPE
+REDTAPE
+
+DAWN
+DAWN
+DAWN
+
+About
+
+Community
+
+Resources
+
+Sister Sites
+
+Contact Us
+
+ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal
+
+SCP-001
+
+ ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal
+
+A ROUNDERHOUSE Joint
+
+Rating: +768
+
+BY DIRECT ORDER OF THE OFFICE OF THE
+ADMINISTRATOR
+
+The following file is classified Clearance Level 001/1.
+
+All Foundation personnel are permitted and encouraged to read
+this document.
+
+Welcome, O5-13.
+
+     
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+LEVEL 1/001
+CLASSIFIED
+
+Item #: SCP-001
+
+Site-01.
+
+SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: All
+personnel are permitted to put in a request to
+
+their local Human Resources officer if they
+would like to visit Site-01. Visits are generally
+
+limited to one per 4 years, in order to avoid
+large amounts of damage to the property. The
+
+Site itself is maintained by the Office of the
+Administrator, and any concerns with the
+
+physical building or grounds should be directed
+there.
+
+DESCRIPTION: SCP-001 refers to a collection of
+13 anomalous areas present within Site-01.
+These anomalous areas vary in size and effect,
+
+and are scattered throughout the ground of the
+site. A full list of SCP-001 instances is attached
+
+below.
+
+Site-01 is a mansion in rural Virginia
+constructed between 1764 and 1766 by Duke
+
+Franz C. Williams, an Austrian noble who would
+later become the founder and current
+
+Administrator of the Foundation. Williams'
+
+Administrator Franz Williams, circa 1891.
+
+emigration from Europe was incited by the Seven Years' War, later regarded as the First Occult
+War. Documents relate that he arrived in the New World in a private party of twelve, purchasing
+
+the land for the mansion ahead of time. The party that arrived would become the first Overseers
+of the Foundation that they formed, though the organization as it is today would not take shape
+
+until the late 19th century during the American Civil War.
+
+SafeSafe 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+It became customary for new Overseers to make their own additions to the mansion as they were
+
+inducted, modifying and changing rooms to suit their needs, often with anomalous effects. Due
+to the secrecy associated with the former O5 Council, access to the Site itself was severely
+
+restricted until very recently.
+
+ 
+SCP-001-01
+
+SCP-001-02
+
+SCP-001-03
+
+SCP-001-04
+
+SCP-001-05
+
+SCP-001-06
+
+SCP-001-07
+
+SCP-001-08
+
+SCP-001-09
+
+SCP-001-10
+
+SCP-001-11
+
+SCP-001-12
+
+SCP-001-05
+
+Description: SCP-001-05 is a large
+greenhouse and conservatory inside the
+
+gardens behind the east wing. A variety of
+
+colorful plants grow inside, completely
+unique; the species no longer exist
+
+anywhere else in the world. They have
+never been documented by modern
+
+science, and only exist after having been
+meticulously reconstructed by
+
+Foundation gene labs. While never
+documented by modern science, archaic
+
+SCP-001-05.
+
+herbariums from medieval Britain indicate that the species closely match descriptions of
+plants supposedly found on the Fae island of Hy-Brasil.
+
+Description: A shrub with small white flowers, secretes a milky white substance.
+
+Placard: Aglaophotis. Has abnormal healing properties — maybe send a cutting
+to Nine?
+
+Description: An aquatic fern with purple 5-parted leaves.
+
+Placard: Razkovniche. Ground into a paste effective against magical wards.
+Seeds from Mom's cache.
+
+Attached File:
+
+Hey whoever finds this I'm sorry about the mess I just I'm sick of all of it and I
+feel like I'm doing everything wrong I've been spending a lot of time with the
+
+plants lately Did you know there's species here that haven't existed for 7
+centuries they were all lost when the island disappeared but I had the labs
+
+reconstruct them so I guess they'll live on That makes one of us hahaha Sorry
+
+bad joke but yeah I'm sorry about the mess Could you please make sure my dad
+doesn't find out about this I don't know what it would do to him I think it's
+
+about time.
+
+bye
+
+Administrator's Note — 5:
+
+Chelsea was one I never expected to have as an Overseer. A half-blood fairy? It
+
+would be inconceivable. The Foundation's relationship with the Faefolk is one
+famously riddled with lies, violence, and tragedy on both sides. But the Fae
+
+population was decimated after the events in Hy-Brasil — we never saw the
+
+island again after '88, and by the turn of the century we assumed they were all
+either dead or somewhere we couldn't detect them.
+
+But not all the Fae were on the island when it vanished — I'll spare you the
+
+details but Chelsea was the result of a union between an Agent and a Fae. She
+had the benefits of the Fae's magic, and the career prospects that come with
+
+having a parent employed by us. It was hard, but stuff was different back then.
+We had anomalous task forces, a half-anomalous researcher wasn't that
+
+absurd. She had adversity, of course, but she rose through the ranks quickly.
+The previous Five recommended her for the position before he went, and I
+
+agreed.
+
+She always struggled with it though. Supporting, even leading an organization
+that was the blood enemy of her people. She was a phenomenal O5, which is
+
+what makes everything that much more tragic. It wasn't any sudden event. Just
+the decades of moral conflict culminating until she couldn't take it anymore.
+
+This greenhouse always meant a lot to her — it was the closest thing to her
+homeland that still existed anywhere on the planet. Maybe that's why she
+
+brought the gun here.
+
+Clearance Level 001/5 detected. Would you like to open a classified file
+addendum?
+
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+▷CLOSE◁
+
+SCP-001-13
+
+Description: SCP-001-13 is a small graveyard on the outer grounds of Site-01.
+13 gravestones are arranged in a grid of four columns. Each bears an
+inscription that changes depending on the reader, conforming to their
+
+relationship with the subject of the tombstone. The following is a list of
+messages as recorded by O5-13.
+
+01. Here lies Django Bridge. An archivist to the end.
+
+02. Here lies David Rosen. Never saw it coming.
+
+03. Here lies Everett Mann. Could make anything except happiness.
+An empty grave.
+
+04. Here lies Tilda Moose. Didn't know what she had until she gave
+it away. Died trying to get it back.
+
+05. Here lies Chelsea Elliot, née Glaistig. Feet in two worlds, fit in
+neither.
+
+06. Here lies Ali Ibn-Bijhan. Betrayed his countrymen. Died of the
+guilt.
+
+07. Here lies Agatha Rights. The only one I have ever loved.
+
+08. Here lies Thaddeus Xyank. Came from tomorrow to help us
+today. Never forgot what he left behind.
+
+09. Here lies Jean Aktus. A relic of the past, but he knew that.
+
+10. Here lies Kain Pathos Crow. He was a good boy.
+
+11. Here lies Troy Lament. The best I have ever known.
+
+12. Here lies Alto Clef. Rot in hell.
+
+13. MEMENTO MORI
+
+Administrator's Note:
+
+It's been eighty years, Gears. I got you onto senior staff, then
+directorship, then the Council. I know you well enough to know
+
+what you do when you're thinking about ending things.
+
+It's okay. I was here before the Council, I'll be here after. You all ran
+the place well, but at the end of the day, you're still human. You
+
+make mistakes, and you have flaws, and that's alright. You did the
+best you could, and it was pretty good.
+
+I'm sorry for putting this crushing burden on you and the others. I
+
+can't help but feel responsible. This life isn't an easy one, they
+might still be alive if not for me. They'd certainly have been happier.
+
+You were all the best and brightest of the Foundation of then. I
+
+took you and I ruined you, and I'm sorry.
+
+Don't worry about what happens after — my office has a handle on
+
+things, we have since I stopped refilling your seats. It's time to start
+
+burying the past. Make room for the future. There will never be a
+group like this again, but that's okay. The mere existence of the
+
+Council seems to invite tragedy. It's time for something different
+anyway. I don't know what, but the age of the Council is over, I can
+
+tell you that.
+
+Come to my study when you're ready to end it. It's okay, Charles.
+Don't worry. You did a good job. I'm proud of you.
+
+▷CLOSE◁
+
+‡ Hide Licensing / CitationCite this page as:
+
+"ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal" by Rounderhouse, from the SCP Wiki. Source:
+
+https://scpwiki.com/rounderhouse-proposal. Licensed under CC-BY-SA.
+
+For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about
+
+licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
+
+Filename: manor
+Name: File:WestoverPlantationSEGL.jpg
+Author: Stephen Lea
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:WestoverPlantationSEGL.jpg
+
+Filename: administrator
+Name: File:D. Carlos de Borbón y de Austria-Este smoking.jpg
+Author: Nadar
+License: Public Domain
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:D._Carlos_de_Borb%C3%B3n_y_de_Austria
+-Este_smoking.jpg
+
+Filename: archive
+Name: File:Etnografiska museet May 2013 01.jpg
+Author: Arild Vågen
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Etnografiska_museet_May_2013_01.jpg
+
+Filename: newsroom
+Name: File:City tv control room Doors Open Toronto 2012.jpg
+Author: Loozrboy
+License: CC BY-SA 2.0
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:City_tv_control_room_Doors_Open_Toront
+o_2012.jpg
+
+Filename: workshop
+Name: OLD INDUSTRIAL EQUIPMENT IN ABANDONED WORKSHOP
+Author: pixy
+License: Public Domain
+Source: https://pixy.org/5877694/
+
+Filename: library
+Name: File:Chatsworth House library.JPG
+Author: Sb2s3
+License: CC BY-SA 4.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Chatsworth_House_library.JPG
+
+Filename: postits
+Name: postits
+Author: 
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source: http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/rounderhouse-proposal
+
+UncertaintyCrossing
+
+Filename: greenhouse
+Name: greenhouse
+Author: pxhere
+License: Public Domain
+Source: https://pxhere.com/en/photo/24550
+
+Filename: room
+Name: File:Berber house.jpg
+Author: Ilan Molcho
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Berber_house.jpg
+
+Filename: machine
+Name: File:GSI, Darmstadt, Juli 2015 (31).JPG
+Author: Alexander Blecher
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:GSI,_Darmstadt,_Juli_2015_(31).JPG
+
+Filename: medicine
+Name: Holmes medicine cabinet
+Author: Matt Brown
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source: https://www.flickr.com/photos/londonmatt/2855822695
+
+Filename: guns
+Name: File:Donnington Historic Weapons Collection Display.jpg
+Author: Cocklecanoe
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Donnington_Historic_Weapons_Collection_
+Display.jpg
+
+Filename: booze
+Name: onyx bar cart
+Author: goodiesfirst
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source: https://search.creativecommons.org/photos/52733637-78c2-4bd0-a67e-
+4002d2379918
+
+TAGS↴
+
+More From This Author
+
+001-proposal
+
+agent-lament
+
+building
+
+bureaucracy
+
+director-aktus
+
+director-moose
+
+django-bridge
+
+doctor-clef
+
+doctor-elliott
+
+doctor-gears
+
+doctor-mann
+
+doctor-rights
+
+electronic
+
+extradimensional
+
+food
+
+hallucination
+
+historical
+
+hy-brasil
+
+inscription
+
+kain-pathos-crow
+
+mechanical
+
+medical
+
+plant
+
+prize-feature
+
+researcher-rosen
+
+safe
+
+scp
+
+thad-xyank
+
+toxic
+
+wanderers-library
+
+weapon
+
+Help Terms of Service Privacy Report a bug Flag as objectionable
+
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+
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+Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 License.
+
+

02-March-2025_txt/scp-001-06-ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal - SCP Foundation.txt

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+REDTAPE
+REDTAPE
+REDTAPE
+
+DAWN
+DAWN
+DAWN
+
+About
+
+Community
+
+Resources
+
+Sister Sites
+
+Contact Us
+
+ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal
+
+SCP-001
+
+ ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal
+
+A ROUNDERHOUSE Joint
+
+Rating: +768
+
+BY DIRECT ORDER OF THE OFFICE OF THE
+ADMINISTRATOR
+
+The following file is classified Clearance Level 001/1.
+
+All Foundation personnel are permitted and encouraged to read
+this document.
+
+Welcome, O5-13.
+
+     
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+LEVEL 1/001
+CLASSIFIED
+
+Item #: SCP-001
+
+Site-01.
+
+SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: All
+personnel are permitted to put in a request to
+
+their local Human Resources officer if they
+would like to visit Site-01. Visits are generally
+
+limited to one per 4 years, in order to avoid
+large amounts of damage to the property. The
+
+Site itself is maintained by the Office of the
+Administrator, and any concerns with the
+
+physical building or grounds should be directed
+there.
+
+DESCRIPTION: SCP-001 refers to a collection of
+13 anomalous areas present within Site-01.
+These anomalous areas vary in size and effect,
+
+and are scattered throughout the ground of the
+site. A full list of SCP-001 instances is attached
+
+below.
+
+Site-01 is a mansion in rural Virginia
+constructed between 1764 and 1766 by Duke
+
+Franz C. Williams, an Austrian noble who would
+later become the founder and current
+
+Administrator of the Foundation. Williams'
+
+Administrator Franz Williams, circa 1891.
+
+emigration from Europe was incited by the Seven Years' War, later regarded as the First Occult
+War. Documents relate that he arrived in the New World in a private party of twelve, purchasing
+
+the land for the mansion ahead of time. The party that arrived would become the first Overseers
+of the Foundation that they formed, though the organization as it is today would not take shape
+
+until the late 19th century during the American Civil War.
+
+SafeSafe 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+It became customary for new Overseers to make their own additions to the mansion as they were
+
+inducted, modifying and changing rooms to suit their needs, often with anomalous effects. Due
+to the secrecy associated with the former O5 Council, access to the Site itself was severely
+
+restricted until very recently.
+
+ 
+SCP-001-01
+
+SCP-001-02
+
+SCP-001-03
+
+SCP-001-04
+
+SCP-001-05
+
+SCP-001-06
+
+SCP-001-07
+
+SCP-001-08
+
+SCP-001-09
+
+SCP-001-10
+
+SCP-001-11
+
+SCP-001-12
+
+SCP-001-06
+
+Description: SCP-001-06 is a bedroom in
+the western wing. It has been renovated
+
+and redecorated in the style of traditional
+
+Middle Eastern homes. Tapestries,
+artifacts, and knickknacks line the walls
+
+and shelves. A hookah sits on the low
+table. Quilts and Afghan rugs cover the
+
+floor and bed. Touching any of these
+decorations results in the hookah
+
+producing a light smoke. When inhaled,
+the subject will experience a strong
+
+vision.
+
+SCP-001-06.
+
+Item: A small flag of the Piercing Sun movement; a sunrise with an eye on it,
+rendered in minimalist black and white.
+
+Vision: The walls of an unknown city. The flags of the Piercing Sun government
+are everywhere, and loudspeakers loudly proclaim the date (9-5-2059) and that
+
+the Horizon Initiative has beat back another separatist movement. The streets
+are empty.
+
+Item: A quilted blanket on the bed.
+
+Vision: Standing in the market of an Afghan village. A woman kneels in a small
+shop and sews the rug. On a small television, a muted news channel dated
+
+December 1st shows aerial shots of Kabul in ruins. Small explosions still pepper
+the rubble. The subject will cry after the vision ends, but is never able to explain
+
+why.
+
+Attached File:
+
+O5-6: Why?!
+
+Administrator: You know why, Ali.
+
+O5-6: What, the GOC might take offense? They don't give a shit about anything
+east of Turkey, they never have!
+
+Administrator: No, because we're not in a position to be jamming our fists into
+every anomalous conflict that springs up.
+
+O5-6: Then why are you even here? You disappear for months at a time and
+then show up to tell me that my vote is invalid?
+
+Administrator: Because One is dead and I don't want you to go rushing
+headfirst into a fight you don't know anything about.
+
+O5-6: Didn't we learn anything from Samothrace? Neutrality just means more
+death, you know this!
+
+Administrator: [Sigh] Look, I agree with you, but the other te- nine don't. I've
+vested the power in your hands for a reason. This isn't going to end here, Kabul
+is just first blood. Twelve's replacement is getting fast-tracked, and he knows
+
+how to win a fight. Just, wait, okay?
+
+O5-6: Nine. What happened to us?
+
+[Silence.]
+
+Administrator's Note — 6:
+
+Ali was from the Middle East. Exposing my Eurocentrism, I couldn't tell you
+
+where exactly. He always said that he drifted from country to country after the
+Arab Spring. He loved it, though, with all his heart. The Foundation has a
+
+historically reviled presence in the region, so as an eminent expert on the local
+
+paranormal, he was being headhunted by us. He was also being approached by
+ORIA.
+
+We promised him so many things. That keeping the region stable was in our
+
+best interests too, that ORIA's end goal was hegemony against the West. Some
+of it was true, some of it wasn't. In either case, he believed it, and took the job
+
+offer. Naturally, his first task was to go to ORIA and tell them he accepted their
+job offer. Spies are always useful.
+
+He fed us info, fed them misinfo, all sorts of things. He's directly responsible for
+
+the strong relations we have there now. He did well for a good long while, but
+sooner or later spies get found out. His time came after the Dubai Djinn
+
+Incident, and we pulled him back to the States to take an administrative job,
+well outside ORIA's grip. He was good at his job and had strong personal
+
+connections with important players. It wasn't long before a Council spot opened
+up and I ushered him in.
+
+We never quite managed to make the region stable and ORIA never quite built
+
+their hegemony, so what can really be said? All Ali knew is that he had
+completely screwed the organization dedicated to his people and bet all his
+
+money on us. When the Insurgency reared their ugly heads and made a first
+strike, he realized he'd made the wrong decision and tried to fix his mistakes. I
+
+stopped him.
+
+He drank until his liver gave out, then drank some more.
+
+Clearance Level 001/5 detected. Would you like to open a classified file
+addendum?
+
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+▷CLOSE◁
+
+SCP-001-13
+
+Description: SCP-001-13 is a small graveyard on the outer grounds of Site-01.
+13 gravestones are arranged in a grid of four columns. Each bears an
+inscription that changes depending on the reader, conforming to their
+
+relationship with the subject of the tombstone. The following is a list of
+messages as recorded by O5-13.
+
+01. Here lies Django Bridge. An archivist to the end.
+
+02. Here lies David Rosen. Never saw it coming.
+
+03. Here lies Everett Mann. Could make anything except happiness.
+An empty grave.
+
+04. Here lies Tilda Moose. Didn't know what she had until she gave
+it away. Died trying to get it back.
+
+05. Here lies Chelsea Elliot, née Glaistig. Feet in two worlds, fit in
+neither.
+
+06. Here lies Ali Ibn-Bijhan. Betrayed his countrymen. Died of the
+guilt.
+
+07. Here lies Agatha Rights. The only one I have ever loved.
+
+08. Here lies Thaddeus Xyank. Came from tomorrow to help us
+today. Never forgot what he left behind.
+
+09. Here lies Jean Aktus. A relic of the past, but he knew that.
+
+10. Here lies Kain Pathos Crow. He was a good boy.
+
+11. Here lies Troy Lament. The best I have ever known.
+
+12. Here lies Alto Clef. Rot in hell.
+
+13. MEMENTO MORI
+
+Administrator's Note:
+
+It's been eighty years, Gears. I got you onto senior staff, then
+directorship, then the Council. I know you well enough to know
+
+what you do when you're thinking about ending things.
+
+It's okay. I was here before the Council, I'll be here after. You all ran
+the place well, but at the end of the day, you're still human. You
+
+make mistakes, and you have flaws, and that's alright. You did the
+best you could, and it was pretty good.
+
+I'm sorry for putting this crushing burden on you and the others. I
+
+can't help but feel responsible. This life isn't an easy one, they
+might still be alive if not for me. They'd certainly have been happier.
+
+You were all the best and brightest of the Foundation of then. I
+
+took you and I ruined you, and I'm sorry.
+
+Don't worry about what happens after — my office has a handle on
+
+things, we have since I stopped refilling your seats. It's time to start
+
+burying the past. Make room for the future. There will never be a
+group like this again, but that's okay. The mere existence of the
+
+Council seems to invite tragedy. It's time for something different
+anyway. I don't know what, but the age of the Council is over, I can
+
+tell you that.
+
+Come to my study when you're ready to end it. It's okay, Charles.
+Don't worry. You did a good job. I'm proud of you.
+
+▷CLOSE◁
+
+‡ Hide Licensing / CitationCite this page as:
+
+"ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal" by Rounderhouse, from the SCP Wiki. Source:
+
+https://scpwiki.com/rounderhouse-proposal. Licensed under CC-BY-SA.
+
+For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about
+
+licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
+
+Filename: manor
+Name: File:WestoverPlantationSEGL.jpg
+Author: Stephen Lea
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:WestoverPlantationSEGL.jpg
+
+Filename: administrator
+Name: File:D. Carlos de Borbón y de Austria-Este smoking.jpg
+Author: Nadar
+License: Public Domain
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:D._Carlos_de_Borb%C3%B3n_y_de_Austria
+-Este_smoking.jpg
+
+Filename: archive
+Name: File:Etnografiska museet May 2013 01.jpg
+Author: Arild Vågen
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Etnografiska_museet_May_2013_01.jpg
+
+Filename: newsroom
+Name: File:City tv control room Doors Open Toronto 2012.jpg
+Author: Loozrboy
+License: CC BY-SA 2.0
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:City_tv_control_room_Doors_Open_Toront
+o_2012.jpg
+
+Filename: workshop
+Name: OLD INDUSTRIAL EQUIPMENT IN ABANDONED WORKSHOP
+Author: pixy
+License: Public Domain
+Source: https://pixy.org/5877694/
+
+Filename: library
+Name: File:Chatsworth House library.JPG
+Author: Sb2s3
+License: CC BY-SA 4.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Chatsworth_House_library.JPG
+
+Filename: postits
+Name: postits
+Author: 
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source: http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/rounderhouse-proposal
+
+UncertaintyCrossing
+
+Filename: greenhouse
+Name: greenhouse
+Author: pxhere
+License: Public Domain
+Source: https://pxhere.com/en/photo/24550
+
+Filename: room
+Name: File:Berber house.jpg
+Author: Ilan Molcho
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Berber_house.jpg
+
+Filename: machine
+Name: File:GSI, Darmstadt, Juli 2015 (31).JPG
+Author: Alexander Blecher
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:GSI,_Darmstadt,_Juli_2015_(31).JPG
+
+Filename: medicine
+Name: Holmes medicine cabinet
+Author: Matt Brown
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source: https://www.flickr.com/photos/londonmatt/2855822695
+
+Filename: guns
+Name: File:Donnington Historic Weapons Collection Display.jpg
+Author: Cocklecanoe
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Donnington_Historic_Weapons_Collection_
+Display.jpg
+
+Filename: booze
+Name: onyx bar cart
+Author: goodiesfirst
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source: https://search.creativecommons.org/photos/52733637-78c2-4bd0-a67e-
+4002d2379918
+
+TAGS↴
+
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+
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+
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+
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+
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+
+director-aktus
+
+director-moose
+
+django-bridge
+
+doctor-clef
+
+doctor-elliott
+
+doctor-gears
+
+doctor-mann
+
+doctor-rights
+
+electronic
+
+extradimensional
+
+food
+
+hallucination
+
+historical
+
+hy-brasil
+
+inscription
+
+kain-pathos-crow
+
+mechanical
+
+medical
+
+plant
+
+prize-feature
+
+researcher-rosen
+
+safe
+
+scp
+
+thad-xyank
+
+toxic
+
+wanderers-library
+
+weapon
+
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02-March-2025_txt/scp-001-07-ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal - SCP Foundation.txt

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+REDTAPE
+REDTAPE
+REDTAPE
+
+DAWN
+DAWN
+DAWN
+
+About
+
+Community
+
+Resources
+
+Sister Sites
+
+Contact Us
+
+ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal
+
+SCP-001
+
+ ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal
+
+A ROUNDERHOUSE Joint
+
+Rating: +768
+
+BY DIRECT ORDER OF THE OFFICE OF THE
+ADMINISTRATOR
+
+The following file is classified Clearance Level 001/1.
+
+All Foundation personnel are permitted and encouraged to read
+this document.
+
+Welcome, O5-13.
+
+     
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+LEVEL 1/001
+CLASSIFIED
+
+Item #: SCP-001
+
+Site-01.
+
+SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: All
+personnel are permitted to put in a request to
+
+their local Human Resources officer if they
+would like to visit Site-01. Visits are generally
+
+limited to one per 4 years, in order to avoid
+large amounts of damage to the property. The
+
+Site itself is maintained by the Office of the
+Administrator, and any concerns with the
+
+physical building or grounds should be directed
+there.
+
+DESCRIPTION: SCP-001 refers to a collection of
+13 anomalous areas present within Site-01.
+These anomalous areas vary in size and effect,
+
+and are scattered throughout the ground of the
+site. A full list of SCP-001 instances is attached
+
+below.
+
+Site-01 is a mansion in rural Virginia
+constructed between 1764 and 1766 by Duke
+
+Franz C. Williams, an Austrian noble who would
+later become the founder and current
+
+Administrator of the Foundation. Williams'
+
+Administrator Franz Williams, circa 1891.
+
+emigration from Europe was incited by the Seven Years' War, later regarded as the First Occult
+War. Documents relate that he arrived in the New World in a private party of twelve, purchasing
+
+the land for the mansion ahead of time. The party that arrived would become the first Overseers
+of the Foundation that they formed, though the organization as it is today would not take shape
+
+until the late 19th century during the American Civil War.
+
+SafeSafe 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+It became customary for new Overseers to make their own additions to the mansion as they were
+
+inducted, modifying and changing rooms to suit their needs, often with anomalous effects. Due
+to the secrecy associated with the former O5 Council, access to the Site itself was severely
+
+restricted until very recently.
+
+ 
+SCP-001-01
+
+SCP-001-02
+
+SCP-001-03
+
+SCP-001-04
+
+SCP-001-05
+
+SCP-001-06
+
+SCP-001-07
+
+SCP-001-08
+
+SCP-001-09
+
+SCP-001-10
+
+SCP-001-11
+
+SCP-001-12
+
+SCP-001-07
+
+Description: SCP-001-07 is a wooden gazebo in the gardens behind the eastern wing,
+painted white. It contains an arbor, which is grown over with ivy and roses. Upon stepping
+
+through the arbor, the subject will be temporarily transported to one of two
+
+extradimensional locations. While the subject is free to walk around, no actions taken will
+affect anything, and no one will acknowledge their presence.
+
+Location One: A small wedding in progress on a rainy day. A man and a woman,
+wet in their wedding clothes, kiss under the arbor to applause from the
+assembled two dozen individuals. They will mingle, congratulating the couple.
+
+The woman lightly touches her belly.
+
+Location Two: A funeral in progress on a cloudy day. A portrait of the woman
+stands on an easel. The casket is closed and on a table inside the gazebo, in
+
+front of the arbor. A dozen or so individuals stand quietly talking or sit silently.
+The man stands at the edge of the gazebo, looking out at Site-01. His face is
+
+emotionless.
+
+Attached File:
+
+From: [email protected]
+To: [email protected]
+Subject: Re: (No Subject)
+Date: 01-08-2046
+
+One, I really, really don't care how long you've been on the Council. You don't
+
+outrank me. So don't ever get on your high horse and think to shame me for
+taking action where you won't. People in our facilities are dying by the day and
+
+the Insurgency is still marching. The Veil won't fall if we evacuate who we can,
+even if you're too much of a coward to work with the GOC and end it. I'm not
+
+going to sit by and watch people die, One. I can't do that.
+
+Administrator's Note — 7:
+
+Aggie was the best of us. She had a lot of love to give. She was also incredibly
+
+talented - her rise through the ranks of Foundation administration was
+meteoric. When Seven died, she was pretty much the only option. His sphere of
+
+influence was containment solutions, and Aggie was the best graded HMCL out
+
+there, not to mention having firsthand experience with all the famous
+anomalies. She was brought on with a shake and a smile - otherwise, she
+
+would've been on the Ethics Committee, which was probably the biggest pain in
+the ass for the Council until the Insurgency. She always had a strong moral
+
+bone.
+
+She met Thirteen early on though, long before that. We all work together, it's
+impossible not to know your fellow Overseers, even if you don't meet them
+
+physically all that often. I don't know exactly when they started their romance,
+but I found out in 2034. About a week before they wedded. She always was a
+
+maverick. At least they were happy together. I thought married Overseers were
+a road to disaster, but in those days the Council were the ones that actually ran
+
+things. It wasn't my place to say.
+
+I was wrong anyway. They brought out the best in each other. There were bad
+times, of course. Every couple has bad times, but the good times seemed to
+
+vastly outnumber them. Each was the first thing the other had put on the same
+level as their careers. They made a funny couple - Thirteen the bureaucrat,
+
+Seven the maverick, always doing what she thought was right.
+
+She had a lot of love to give. She died in childbirth. I don't know what happened
+to the child, I left that to Thirteen. He was good, but never quite the same.
+
+Clearance Level 001/5 detected. Would you like to open a classified file
+addendum?
+
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+▷CLOSE◁
+
+SCP-001-13
+
+Description: SCP-001-13 is a small graveyard on the outer grounds of Site-01.
+13 gravestones are arranged in a grid of four columns. Each bears an
+inscription that changes depending on the reader, conforming to their
+
+relationship with the subject of the tombstone. The following is a list of
+messages as recorded by O5-13.
+
+01. Here lies Django Bridge. An archivist to the end.
+
+02. Here lies David Rosen. Never saw it coming.
+
+03. Here lies Everett Mann. Could make anything except happiness.
+An empty grave.
+
+04. Here lies Tilda Moose. Didn't know what she had until she gave
+it away. Died trying to get it back.
+
+05. Here lies Chelsea Elliot, née Glaistig. Feet in two worlds, fit in
+neither.
+
+06. Here lies Ali Ibn-Bijhan. Betrayed his countrymen. Died of the
+guilt.
+
+07. Here lies Agatha Rights. The only one I have ever loved.
+
+08. Here lies Thaddeus Xyank. Came from tomorrow to help us
+today. Never forgot what he left behind.
+
+09. Here lies Jean Aktus. A relic of the past, but he knew that.
+
+10. Here lies Kain Pathos Crow. He was a good boy.
+
+11. Here lies Troy Lament. The best I have ever known.
+
+12. Here lies Alto Clef. Rot in hell.
+
+13. MEMENTO MORI
+
+Administrator's Note:
+
+It's been eighty years, Gears. I got you onto senior staff, then
+directorship, then the Council. I know you well enough to know
+
+what you do when you're thinking about ending things.
+
+It's okay. I was here before the Council, I'll be here after. You all ran
+the place well, but at the end of the day, you're still human. You
+
+make mistakes, and you have flaws, and that's alright. You did the
+best you could, and it was pretty good.
+
+I'm sorry for putting this crushing burden on you and the others. I
+
+can't help but feel responsible. This life isn't an easy one, they
+might still be alive if not for me. They'd certainly have been happier.
+
+You were all the best and brightest of the Foundation of then. I
+
+took you and I ruined you, and I'm sorry.
+
+Don't worry about what happens after — my office has a handle on
+
+things, we have since I stopped refilling your seats. It's time to start
+
+burying the past. Make room for the future. There will never be a
+group like this again, but that's okay. The mere existence of the
+
+Council seems to invite tragedy. It's time for something different
+anyway. I don't know what, but the age of the Council is over, I can
+
+tell you that.
+
+Come to my study when you're ready to end it. It's okay, Charles.
+Don't worry. You did a good job. I'm proud of you.
+
+▷CLOSE◁
+
+‡ Hide Licensing / CitationCite this page as:
+
+"ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal" by Rounderhouse, from the SCP Wiki. Source:
+
+https://scpwiki.com/rounderhouse-proposal. Licensed under CC-BY-SA.
+
+For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about
+
+licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
+
+Filename: manor
+Name: File:WestoverPlantationSEGL.jpg
+Author: Stephen Lea
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:WestoverPlantationSEGL.jpg
+
+Filename: administrator
+Name: File:D. Carlos de Borbón y de Austria-Este smoking.jpg
+Author: Nadar
+License: Public Domain
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:D._Carlos_de_Borb%C3%B3n_y_de_Austria
+-Este_smoking.jpg
+
+Filename: archive
+Name: File:Etnografiska museet May 2013 01.jpg
+Author: Arild Vågen
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Etnografiska_museet_May_2013_01.jpg
+
+Filename: newsroom
+Name: File:City tv control room Doors Open Toronto 2012.jpg
+Author: Loozrboy
+License: CC BY-SA 2.0
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:City_tv_control_room_Doors_Open_Toront
+o_2012.jpg
+
+Filename: workshop
+Name: OLD INDUSTRIAL EQUIPMENT IN ABANDONED WORKSHOP
+Author: pixy
+License: Public Domain
+Source: https://pixy.org/5877694/
+
+Filename: library
+Name: File:Chatsworth House library.JPG
+Author: Sb2s3
+License: CC BY-SA 4.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Chatsworth_House_library.JPG
+
+Filename: postits
+Name: postits
+Author: 
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source: http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/rounderhouse-proposal
+
+UncertaintyCrossing
+
+Filename: greenhouse
+Name: greenhouse
+Author: pxhere
+License: Public Domain
+Source: https://pxhere.com/en/photo/24550
+
+Filename: room
+Name: File:Berber house.jpg
+Author: Ilan Molcho
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Berber_house.jpg
+
+Filename: machine
+Name: File:GSI, Darmstadt, Juli 2015 (31).JPG
+Author: Alexander Blecher
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:GSI,_Darmstadt,_Juli_2015_(31).JPG
+
+Filename: medicine
+Name: Holmes medicine cabinet
+Author: Matt Brown
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source: https://www.flickr.com/photos/londonmatt/2855822695
+
+Filename: guns
+Name: File:Donnington Historic Weapons Collection Display.jpg
+Author: Cocklecanoe
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Donnington_Historic_Weapons_Collection_
+Display.jpg
+
+Filename: booze
+Name: onyx bar cart
+Author: goodiesfirst
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source: https://search.creativecommons.org/photos/52733637-78c2-4bd0-a67e-
+4002d2379918
+
+TAGS↴
+
+More From This Author
+
+001-proposal
+
+agent-lament
+
+building
+
+bureaucracy
+
+director-aktus
+
+director-moose
+
+django-bridge
+
+doctor-clef
+
+doctor-elliott
+
+doctor-gears
+
+doctor-mann
+
+doctor-rights
+
+electronic
+
+extradimensional
+
+food
+
+hallucination
+
+historical
+
+hy-brasil
+
+inscription
+
+kain-pathos-crow
+
+mechanical
+
+medical
+
+plant
+
+prize-feature
+
+researcher-rosen
+
+safe
+
+scp
+
+thad-xyank
+
+toxic
+
+wanderers-library
+
+weapon
+
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+Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 License.
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+

02-March-2025_txt/scp-001-08-ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal - SCP Foundation.txt

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+REDTAPE
+REDTAPE
+REDTAPE
+
+DAWN
+DAWN
+DAWN
+
+About
+
+Community
+
+Resources
+
+Sister Sites
+
+Contact Us
+
+ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal
+
+SCP-001
+
+ ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal
+
+A ROUNDERHOUSE Joint
+
+Rating: +768
+
+BY DIRECT ORDER OF THE OFFICE OF THE
+ADMINISTRATOR
+
+The following file is classified Clearance Level 001/1.
+
+All Foundation personnel are permitted and encouraged to read
+this document.
+
+Welcome, O5-13.
+
+     
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+LEVEL 1/001
+CLASSIFIED
+
+Item #: SCP-001
+
+Site-01.
+
+SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: All
+personnel are permitted to put in a request to
+
+their local Human Resources officer if they
+would like to visit Site-01. Visits are generally
+
+limited to one per 4 years, in order to avoid
+large amounts of damage to the property. The
+
+Site itself is maintained by the Office of the
+Administrator, and any concerns with the
+
+physical building or grounds should be directed
+there.
+
+DESCRIPTION: SCP-001 refers to a collection of
+13 anomalous areas present within Site-01.
+These anomalous areas vary in size and effect,
+
+and are scattered throughout the ground of the
+site. A full list of SCP-001 instances is attached
+
+below.
+
+Site-01 is a mansion in rural Virginia
+constructed between 1764 and 1766 by Duke
+
+Franz C. Williams, an Austrian noble who would
+later become the founder and current
+
+Administrator of the Foundation. Williams'
+
+Administrator Franz Williams, circa 1891.
+
+emigration from Europe was incited by the Seven Years' War, later regarded as the First Occult
+War. Documents relate that he arrived in the New World in a private party of twelve, purchasing
+
+the land for the mansion ahead of time. The party that arrived would become the first Overseers
+of the Foundation that they formed, though the organization as it is today would not take shape
+
+until the late 19th century during the American Civil War.
+
+SafeSafe 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+It became customary for new Overseers to make their own additions to the mansion as they were
+
+inducted, modifying and changing rooms to suit their needs, often with anomalous effects. Due
+to the secrecy associated with the former O5 Council, access to the Site itself was severely
+
+restricted until very recently.
+
+ 
+SCP-001-01
+
+SCP-001-02
+
+SCP-001-03
+
+SCP-001-04
+
+SCP-001-05
+
+SCP-001-06
+
+SCP-001-07
+
+SCP-001-08
+
+SCP-001-09
+
+SCP-001-10
+
+SCP-001-11
+
+SCP-001-12
+
+SCP-001-08
+
+Description: SCP-001-08 is a large
+nonfunctional machine in the basement
+
+of Site-01. The express purpose of SCP-
+
+001-08 is unknown but, by O5-8's
+description, is "a time machine". It has
+
+sustained heavy damage through
+unknown means, resulting in a number of
+
+exterior scratches and scorch marks, as
+well as burns and broken machinery on
+
+the inside. The interior is a small space,
+2m square, with a seat and controls for
+
+A component of SCP-001-08.
+
+the machine. One corner has been cleared
+of rubble and contains a small shrine with mundane memorabilia.
+
+Item: A small black disc, 3 inches wide. When put on a flat surface and pressed,
+it displays a holographic photo of 2 men with a small child. The child is cutting a
+
+birthday cake. All are smiling.
+
+Item: A crumpled paper receipt for a "Saloman Implant Repair" in New Portland.
+An address is given and the charge comes out to $198.74. No such store exists
+
+at the given address, but the receipt is dated to "9-16-2154". The date is
+repeatedly underlined in black marker.
+
+Attached File:
+
+O5-07: That's everything, I think?
+
+O5-09: Lord, I hope so.
+
+O5-11: It is everything. Meeting adjourned — unless anyone has any concerns?
+
+O5-08: Do you ever think about when you're going to die?
+
+[Silence.]
+
+O5-09: Excuse me, son?
+
+O5-08: Just generally. O5s still die eventually, that's how we got our jobs. So…
+do you?
+
+Administrator: I think this discussion isn't productive.
+
+[Silence.]
+
+O5-12: The hell have you been?
+
+Administrator: Fixing things. But hey Eight, maybe you should go take a lie
+down, huh? Meeting's over anyway.
+
+O5-08: Yeah… Sorry guys.
+
+[Mumbling.]
+
+Administrator's Note — 8:
+
+Thad was another one I truly didn't expect. For all my abilities, even I can't see
+
+into the future - he could, but only by virtue of being from there. He told us
+more than enough to both confirm he was from the Foundation of tomorrow
+
+and to gain our trust. He warned us about GoI movements, about containment
+
+breaches, about significant historical events. Everything we needed.
+
+He was content to tell us what we needed to direct the Foundation into being
+
+the technologically dominant force it is today. That said, he never really ever
+
+talked about the future, when he was from. Said that it would risk causality or a
+paradox. I think it's funny, because he ended up proving causality anyway.
+
+Knowing the future has the unfortunate side effect of knowing the future - he
+knew every single one of his colleagues, even me, would die. He knew how,
+
+when, where, whether we'd go gentle into that good night or whether the
+
+Reaper would take us kicking and screaming. He never told us, he was smart -
+but he carried that weight on his soul every single day, every meeting he walked
+
+into.
+
+It's so cliche, but one day he just couldn't do it anymore. He couldn't wake up
+
+and talk to us like he didn't know the exact circumstances of our demise. He
+
+liked to come down here to think, maybe light a candle and look at the photos. I
+don't know who they are, but I can take an educated guess. He deserved a
+
+better end to his story.
+
+Clearance Level 001/5 detected. Would you like to open a classified file
+addendum?
+
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+▷CLOSE◁
+
+SCP-001-13
+
+Description: SCP-001-13 is a small graveyard on the outer grounds of Site-01.
+13 gravestones are arranged in a grid of four columns. Each bears an
+inscription that changes depending on the reader, conforming to their
+
+relationship with the subject of the tombstone. The following is a list of
+messages as recorded by O5-13.
+
+01. Here lies Django Bridge. An archivist to the end.
+
+02. Here lies David Rosen. Never saw it coming.
+
+03. Here lies Everett Mann. Could make anything except happiness.
+An empty grave.
+
+04. Here lies Tilda Moose. Didn't know what she had until she gave
+it away. Died trying to get it back.
+
+05. Here lies Chelsea Elliot, née Glaistig. Feet in two worlds, fit in
+neither.
+
+06. Here lies Ali Ibn-Bijhan. Betrayed his countrymen. Died of the
+guilt.
+
+07. Here lies Agatha Rights. The only one I have ever loved.
+
+08. Here lies Thaddeus Xyank. Came from tomorrow to help us
+today. Never forgot what he left behind.
+
+09. Here lies Jean Aktus. A relic of the past, but he knew that.
+
+10. Here lies Kain Pathos Crow. He was a good boy.
+
+11. Here lies Troy Lament. The best I have ever known.
+
+12. Here lies Alto Clef. Rot in hell.
+
+13. MEMENTO MORI
+
+Administrator's Note:
+
+It's been eighty years, Gears. I got you onto senior staff, then
+directorship, then the Council. I know you well enough to know
+
+what you do when you're thinking about ending things.
+
+It's okay. I was here before the Council, I'll be here after. You all ran
+the place well, but at the end of the day, you're still human. You
+
+make mistakes, and you have flaws, and that's alright. You did the
+best you could, and it was pretty good.
+
+I'm sorry for putting this crushing burden on you and the others. I
+
+can't help but feel responsible. This life isn't an easy one, they
+might still be alive if not for me. They'd certainly have been happier.
+
+You were all the best and brightest of the Foundation of then. I
+
+took you and I ruined you, and I'm sorry.
+
+Don't worry about what happens after — my office has a handle on
+
+things, we have since I stopped refilling your seats. It's time to start
+
+burying the past. Make room for the future. There will never be a
+group like this again, but that's okay. The mere existence of the
+
+Council seems to invite tragedy. It's time for something different
+anyway. I don't know what, but the age of the Council is over, I can
+
+tell you that.
+
+Come to my study when you're ready to end it. It's okay, Charles.
+Don't worry. You did a good job. I'm proud of you.
+
+▷CLOSE◁
+
+‡ Hide Licensing / CitationCite this page as:
+
+"ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal" by Rounderhouse, from the SCP Wiki. Source:
+
+https://scpwiki.com/rounderhouse-proposal. Licensed under CC-BY-SA.
+
+For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about
+
+licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
+
+Filename: manor
+Name: File:WestoverPlantationSEGL.jpg
+Author: Stephen Lea
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:WestoverPlantationSEGL.jpg
+
+Filename: administrator
+Name: File:D. Carlos de Borbón y de Austria-Este smoking.jpg
+Author: Nadar
+License: Public Domain
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:D._Carlos_de_Borb%C3%B3n_y_de_Austria
+-Este_smoking.jpg
+
+Filename: archive
+Name: File:Etnografiska museet May 2013 01.jpg
+Author: Arild Vågen
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Etnografiska_museet_May_2013_01.jpg
+
+Filename: newsroom
+Name: File:City tv control room Doors Open Toronto 2012.jpg
+Author: Loozrboy
+License: CC BY-SA 2.0
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:City_tv_control_room_Doors_Open_Toront
+o_2012.jpg
+
+Filename: workshop
+Name: OLD INDUSTRIAL EQUIPMENT IN ABANDONED WORKSHOP
+Author: pixy
+License: Public Domain
+Source: https://pixy.org/5877694/
+
+Filename: library
+Name: File:Chatsworth House library.JPG
+Author: Sb2s3
+License: CC BY-SA 4.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Chatsworth_House_library.JPG
+
+Filename: postits
+Name: postits
+Author: 
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source: http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/rounderhouse-proposal
+
+UncertaintyCrossing
+
+Filename: greenhouse
+Name: greenhouse
+Author: pxhere
+License: Public Domain
+Source: https://pxhere.com/en/photo/24550
+
+Filename: room
+Name: File:Berber house.jpg
+Author: Ilan Molcho
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Berber_house.jpg
+
+Filename: machine
+Name: File:GSI, Darmstadt, Juli 2015 (31).JPG
+Author: Alexander Blecher
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:GSI,_Darmstadt,_Juli_2015_(31).JPG
+
+Filename: medicine
+Name: Holmes medicine cabinet
+Author: Matt Brown
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source: https://www.flickr.com/photos/londonmatt/2855822695
+
+Filename: guns
+Name: File:Donnington Historic Weapons Collection Display.jpg
+Author: Cocklecanoe
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Donnington_Historic_Weapons_Collection_
+Display.jpg
+
+Filename: booze
+Name: onyx bar cart
+Author: goodiesfirst
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source: https://search.creativecommons.org/photos/52733637-78c2-4bd0-a67e-
+4002d2379918
+
+TAGS↴
+
+More From This Author
+
+001-proposal
+
+agent-lament
+
+building
+
+bureaucracy
+
+director-aktus
+
+director-moose
+
+django-bridge
+
+doctor-clef
+
+doctor-elliott
+
+doctor-gears
+
+doctor-mann
+
+doctor-rights
+
+electronic
+
+extradimensional
+
+food
+
+hallucination
+
+historical
+
+hy-brasil
+
+inscription
+
+kain-pathos-crow
+
+mechanical
+
+medical
+
+plant
+
+prize-feature
+
+researcher-rosen
+
+safe
+
+scp
+
+thad-xyank
+
+toxic
+
+wanderers-library
+
+weapon
+
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+
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+Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 License.
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+

02-March-2025_txt/scp-001-09-ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal - SCP Foundation.txt

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+REDTAPE
+REDTAPE
+REDTAPE
+
+DAWN
+DAWN
+DAWN
+
+About
+
+Community
+
+Resources
+
+Sister Sites
+
+Contact Us
+
+ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal
+
+SCP-001
+
+ ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal
+
+A ROUNDERHOUSE Joint
+
+Rating: +768
+
+BY DIRECT ORDER OF THE OFFICE OF THE
+ADMINISTRATOR
+
+The following file is classified Clearance Level 001/1.
+
+All Foundation personnel are permitted and encouraged to read
+this document.
+
+Welcome, O5-13.
+
+     
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+LEVEL 1/001
+CLASSIFIED
+
+Item #: SCP-001
+
+Site-01.
+
+SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: All
+personnel are permitted to put in a request to
+
+their local Human Resources officer if they
+would like to visit Site-01. Visits are generally
+
+limited to one per 4 years, in order to avoid
+large amounts of damage to the property. The
+
+Site itself is maintained by the Office of the
+Administrator, and any concerns with the
+
+physical building or grounds should be directed
+there.
+
+DESCRIPTION: SCP-001 refers to a collection of
+13 anomalous areas present within Site-01.
+These anomalous areas vary in size and effect,
+
+and are scattered throughout the ground of the
+site. A full list of SCP-001 instances is attached
+
+below.
+
+Site-01 is a mansion in rural Virginia
+constructed between 1764 and 1766 by Duke
+
+Franz C. Williams, an Austrian noble who would
+later become the founder and current
+
+Administrator of the Foundation. Williams'
+
+Administrator Franz Williams, circa 1891.
+
+emigration from Europe was incited by the Seven Years' War, later regarded as the First Occult
+War. Documents relate that he arrived in the New World in a private party of twelve, purchasing
+
+the land for the mansion ahead of time. The party that arrived would become the first Overseers
+of the Foundation that they formed, though the organization as it is today would not take shape
+
+until the late 19th century during the American Civil War.
+
+SafeSafe 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+It became customary for new Overseers to make their own additions to the mansion as they were
+
+inducted, modifying and changing rooms to suit their needs, often with anomalous effects. Due
+to the secrecy associated with the former O5 Council, access to the Site itself was severely
+
+restricted until very recently.
+
+ 
+SCP-001-01
+
+SCP-001-02
+
+SCP-001-03
+
+SCP-001-04
+
+SCP-001-05
+
+SCP-001-06
+
+SCP-001-07
+
+SCP-001-08
+
+SCP-001-09
+
+SCP-001-10
+
+SCP-001-11
+
+SCP-001-12
+
+SCP-001-09
+
+Description: SCP-001-09 is a medicine
+cabinet in the bathroom of a private
+
+bedroom in the eastern wing. The cabinet
+
+contains an array of medicines and
+narcotics, all contained in unlabelled
+
+amber glass pill bottles. Ingesting these
+medicines will result in variable but
+
+consistently positive health effects on the
+user, with no interim until it takes effect.
+
+Use allows suppression of medical
+conditions considered debilitating by
+
+even modern science.
+
+SCP-001-09.
+
+Description: A purple and yellow striped pill, circular, stamped with "W".
+
+Effect: Immediately causes short-lasting euphoria in the user. Alters brain
+chemistry temporarily to more effectively deliver hormones while sending
+
+dopamine and serotonin glands into overdrive. The bottle is completely full and
+still sealed.
+
+Description: A small black pill, square. Stamped with the Foundation seal.
+
+Effect: Stimulates the amygdala, causing the gradual loss of a long-term
+memory. Of the six contained in the blister pack, one has been used.
+
+Attached File:
+
+Two letters:
+
+A sealed letter, found on O5-9's desk. "Grandfather" is written on
+the outside in curling script. There is no return address. The letter is
+
+unopened and covered in a thick layer of dust.
+
+An unsealed envelope and folded letter paper, found in the
+wastebasket. Only a few words are written down: "Thomas - By the
+
+time you get this, I".
+
+Administrator's Note — 9:
+
+We used to joke that Jean was a lich. Never to his face, of course. I may be old,
+
+but he was an old man, to the T. Grumpy, irritable, resistant to change. Required
+a small pharmacy to make it through each day.
+
+But make it through each day he did. He was the oldest man I have ever met
+
+before he became an Overseer. He was director of 19, and he had worked his
+whole life to make it to that spot. He'd done well - the only possible move
+
+upwards was onto the Council. He made for a good O5 - sharp despite his age,
+shrewd because of it. He always knew when someone was lying, and never
+
+hesitated to tell the whippersnappers like Four exactly what he thought of their
+ideas. I think I may have been the only one he respected.
+
+Being in Foundation Administration generally extends your life, it's the highest
+
+quality healthcare in the world. Being on the Council is the peak of that, what
+with all the drinking from the Fountain, but he was old when he was brought
+
+on - rather than prolonging his life, the doctors were working to stave off the
+end. And it worked, too. Between the medicines, the machines, and the
+
+surgeries, I think he was about to beat out One as the longest living human on
+the planet.
+
+Then one day he decided he didn't want to do it anymore. He was always
+
+inscrutable, I don't know whether something sent him over the edge or whether
+he decided to do it himself. He got one of his Factotums to take his wheelchair
+
+out before dawn and wheel him to the hills in the northern parts of the
+grounds. Said he wanted to watch the sunrise alone. The records from his vitals
+
+are still there - he sat and watched the sunrise. Then he reached behind the
+chair and turned off his own oxygen. The body was cold by the time someone
+
+got there.
+
+Clearance Level 001/5 detected. Would you like to open a classified file
+addendum?
+
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+▷CLOSE◁
+
+SCP-001-13
+
+Description: SCP-001-13 is a small graveyard on the outer grounds of Site-01.
+13 gravestones are arranged in a grid of four columns. Each bears an
+inscription that changes depending on the reader, conforming to their
+
+relationship with the subject of the tombstone. The following is a list of
+messages as recorded by O5-13.
+
+01. Here lies Django Bridge. An archivist to the end.
+
+02. Here lies David Rosen. Never saw it coming.
+
+03. Here lies Everett Mann. Could make anything except happiness.
+An empty grave.
+
+04. Here lies Tilda Moose. Didn't know what she had until she gave
+it away. Died trying to get it back.
+
+05. Here lies Chelsea Elliot, née Glaistig. Feet in two worlds, fit in
+neither.
+
+06. Here lies Ali Ibn-Bijhan. Betrayed his countrymen. Died of the
+guilt.
+
+07. Here lies Agatha Rights. The only one I have ever loved.
+
+08. Here lies Thaddeus Xyank. Came from tomorrow to help us
+today. Never forgot what he left behind.
+
+09. Here lies Jean Aktus. A relic of the past, but he knew that.
+
+10. Here lies Kain Pathos Crow. He was a good boy.
+
+11. Here lies Troy Lament. The best I have ever known.
+
+12. Here lies Alto Clef. Rot in hell.
+
+13. MEMENTO MORI
+
+Administrator's Note:
+
+It's been eighty years, Gears. I got you onto senior staff, then
+directorship, then the Council. I know you well enough to know
+
+what you do when you're thinking about ending things.
+
+It's okay. I was here before the Council, I'll be here after. You all ran
+the place well, but at the end of the day, you're still human. You
+
+make mistakes, and you have flaws, and that's alright. You did the
+best you could, and it was pretty good.
+
+I'm sorry for putting this crushing burden on you and the others. I
+
+can't help but feel responsible. This life isn't an easy one, they
+might still be alive if not for me. They'd certainly have been happier.
+
+You were all the best and brightest of the Foundation of then. I
+
+took you and I ruined you, and I'm sorry.
+
+Don't worry about what happens after — my office has a handle on
+
+things, we have since I stopped refilling your seats. It's time to start
+
+burying the past. Make room for the future. There will never be a
+group like this again, but that's okay. The mere existence of the
+
+Council seems to invite tragedy. It's time for something different
+anyway. I don't know what, but the age of the Council is over, I can
+
+tell you that.
+
+Come to my study when you're ready to end it. It's okay, Charles.
+Don't worry. You did a good job. I'm proud of you.
+
+▷CLOSE◁
+
+‡ Hide Licensing / CitationCite this page as:
+
+"ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal" by Rounderhouse, from the SCP Wiki. Source:
+
+https://scpwiki.com/rounderhouse-proposal. Licensed under CC-BY-SA.
+
+For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about
+
+licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
+
+Filename: manor
+Name: File:WestoverPlantationSEGL.jpg
+Author: Stephen Lea
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:WestoverPlantationSEGL.jpg
+
+Filename: administrator
+Name: File:D. Carlos de Borbón y de Austria-Este smoking.jpg
+Author: Nadar
+License: Public Domain
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:D._Carlos_de_Borb%C3%B3n_y_de_Austria
+-Este_smoking.jpg
+
+Filename: archive
+Name: File:Etnografiska museet May 2013 01.jpg
+Author: Arild Vågen
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Etnografiska_museet_May_2013_01.jpg
+
+Filename: newsroom
+Name: File:City tv control room Doors Open Toronto 2012.jpg
+Author: Loozrboy
+License: CC BY-SA 2.0
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:City_tv_control_room_Doors_Open_Toront
+o_2012.jpg
+
+Filename: workshop
+Name: OLD INDUSTRIAL EQUIPMENT IN ABANDONED WORKSHOP
+Author: pixy
+License: Public Domain
+Source: https://pixy.org/5877694/
+
+Filename: library
+Name: File:Chatsworth House library.JPG
+Author: Sb2s3
+License: CC BY-SA 4.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Chatsworth_House_library.JPG
+
+Filename: postits
+Name: postits
+Author: 
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source: http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/rounderhouse-proposal
+
+UncertaintyCrossing
+
+Filename: greenhouse
+Name: greenhouse
+Author: pxhere
+License: Public Domain
+Source: https://pxhere.com/en/photo/24550
+
+Filename: room
+Name: File:Berber house.jpg
+Author: Ilan Molcho
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Berber_house.jpg
+
+Filename: machine
+Name: File:GSI, Darmstadt, Juli 2015 (31).JPG
+Author: Alexander Blecher
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:GSI,_Darmstadt,_Juli_2015_(31).JPG
+
+Filename: medicine
+Name: Holmes medicine cabinet
+Author: Matt Brown
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source: https://www.flickr.com/photos/londonmatt/2855822695
+
+Filename: guns
+Name: File:Donnington Historic Weapons Collection Display.jpg
+Author: Cocklecanoe
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Donnington_Historic_Weapons_Collection_
+Display.jpg
+
+Filename: booze
+Name: onyx bar cart
+Author: goodiesfirst
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source: https://search.creativecommons.org/photos/52733637-78c2-4bd0-a67e-
+4002d2379918
+
+TAGS↴
+
+More From This Author
+
+001-proposal
+
+agent-lament
+
+building
+
+bureaucracy
+
+director-aktus
+
+director-moose
+
+django-bridge
+
+doctor-clef
+
+doctor-elliott
+
+doctor-gears
+
+doctor-mann
+
+doctor-rights
+
+electronic
+
+extradimensional
+
+food
+
+hallucination
+
+historical
+
+hy-brasil
+
+inscription
+
+kain-pathos-crow
+
+mechanical
+
+medical
+
+plant
+
+prize-feature
+
+researcher-rosen
+
+safe
+
+scp
+
+thad-xyank
+
+toxic
+
+wanderers-library
+
+weapon
+
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+
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+
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+Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 License.
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+

02-March-2025_txt/scp-001-10-ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal - SCP Foundation.txt

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+REDTAPE
+REDTAPE
+REDTAPE
+
+DAWN
+DAWN
+DAWN
+
+About
+
+Community
+
+Resources
+
+Sister Sites
+
+Contact Us
+
+ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal
+
+SCP-001
+
+ ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal
+
+A ROUNDERHOUSE Joint
+
+Rating: +768
+
+BY DIRECT ORDER OF THE OFFICE OF THE
+ADMINISTRATOR
+
+The following file is classified Clearance Level 001/1.
+
+All Foundation personnel are permitted and encouraged to read
+this document.
+
+Welcome, O5-13.
+
+     
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+LEVEL 1/001
+CLASSIFIED
+
+Item #: SCP-001
+
+Site-01.
+
+SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: All
+personnel are permitted to put in a request to
+
+their local Human Resources officer if they
+would like to visit Site-01. Visits are generally
+
+limited to one per 4 years, in order to avoid
+large amounts of damage to the property. The
+
+Site itself is maintained by the Office of the
+Administrator, and any concerns with the
+
+physical building or grounds should be directed
+there.
+
+DESCRIPTION: SCP-001 refers to a collection of
+13 anomalous areas present within Site-01.
+These anomalous areas vary in size and effect,
+
+and are scattered throughout the ground of the
+site. A full list of SCP-001 instances is attached
+
+below.
+
+Site-01 is a mansion in rural Virginia
+constructed between 1764 and 1766 by Duke
+
+Franz C. Williams, an Austrian noble who would
+later become the founder and current
+
+Administrator of the Foundation. Williams'
+
+Administrator Franz Williams, circa 1891.
+
+emigration from Europe was incited by the Seven Years' War, later regarded as the First Occult
+War. Documents relate that he arrived in the New World in a private party of twelve, purchasing
+
+the land for the mansion ahead of time. The party that arrived would become the first Overseers
+of the Foundation that they formed, though the organization as it is today would not take shape
+
+until the late 19th century during the American Civil War.
+
+SafeSafe 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+It became customary for new Overseers to make their own additions to the mansion as they were
+
+inducted, modifying and changing rooms to suit their needs, often with anomalous effects. Due
+to the secrecy associated with the former O5 Council, access to the Site itself was severely
+
+restricted until very recently.
+
+ 
+SCP-001-01
+
+SCP-001-02
+
+SCP-001-03
+
+SCP-001-04
+
+SCP-001-05
+
+SCP-001-06
+
+SCP-001-07
+
+SCP-001-08
+
+SCP-001-09
+
+SCP-001-10
+
+SCP-001-11
+
+SCP-001-12
+
+SCP-001-10
+
+Description: SCP-001-10 is a large dog bed inside SCP-001-03. It is pushed against the
+northern wall, and covered in dust. A photo of a golden retriever is pinned to the wall
+
+behind it. A number of items sit in the dog bed, including a chew toy, leash, and beaker -
+
+upon touching any of these items, the subject will find themselves standing on the
+southern shore of the pond on the Site-01 grounds.
+
+Attached File:
+
+To-Do
+
+1. Olympia
+
+2. Deepwell
+3. Samsara
+
+4. Eggwalker
+5. Persephone
+
+6. Back to normal
+7. High-Level Containment Solutions
+
+8. Deific Entity Neutralization (Test 343.8)
+9. Figure out Kabul Recovery Plan
+
+[…]
+
+Administrator's Note — 10:
+
+This one we all saw coming. Crow was a true genius, without a doubt. In some
+
+ways I think getting turned into a dog made him smarter, bizarrely. He was
+thinking in ways no human ever possibly could. He was fast friends with Three
+
+when he got brought on. I will be the first to admit that I fully recognize the
+
+hilarity in a dog as an Overseer, but Crow was one of the best men I have ever
+had the pleasure of working with, even if he wasn't a man.
+
+Plus being on the Council meant he could have all the time in the world to
+
+perfect his creations. We used a lot of his tech after the Six Minute War, even
+more after 2050. He was a man of the future, that's for certain. He was also
+
+friendly in that doglike way. Always looking at the best in people, even when
+they had done nothing to earn his friendliness.
+
+Unfortunately, he dealt with a lot of the same problems Aktus did. He was an
+
+O5, but a dog is a dog, and the unfortunate fact of life is that dogs die a lot
+faster than we do. Even with the medical wonders of the day available to us, we
+
+were fighting biology.
+
+He made the arrangements in advance, he didn't want to go in pain. Spent the
+
+day lounging around the manor, playing with us, indulging in his instincts,
+
+chasing birds. We went for a walk on midday, all goddamn thirteen of us and a
+golden retriever. Passed by the pond, and he said this was where he wanted to
+
+do it. Walked in a circle three times then sat down and closed his eyes because
+the sun was in his face. I should like to think the syringe didn't hurt him too bad.
+
+Clearance Level 001/5 detected. Would you like to open a classified file
+addendum?
+
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+▷CLOSE◁
+
+SCP-001-13
+
+Description: SCP-001-13 is a small graveyard on the outer grounds of Site-01.
+13 gravestones are arranged in a grid of four columns. Each bears an
+inscription that changes depending on the reader, conforming to their
+
+relationship with the subject of the tombstone. The following is a list of
+messages as recorded by O5-13.
+
+01. Here lies Django Bridge. An archivist to the end.
+
+02. Here lies David Rosen. Never saw it coming.
+
+03. Here lies Everett Mann. Could make anything except happiness.
+An empty grave.
+
+04. Here lies Tilda Moose. Didn't know what she had until she gave
+it away. Died trying to get it back.
+
+05. Here lies Chelsea Elliot, née Glaistig. Feet in two worlds, fit in
+neither.
+
+06. Here lies Ali Ibn-Bijhan. Betrayed his countrymen. Died of the
+guilt.
+
+07. Here lies Agatha Rights. The only one I have ever loved.
+
+08. Here lies Thaddeus Xyank. Came from tomorrow to help us
+today. Never forgot what he left behind.
+
+09. Here lies Jean Aktus. A relic of the past, but he knew that.
+
+10. Here lies Kain Pathos Crow. He was a good boy.
+
+11. Here lies Troy Lament. The best I have ever known.
+
+12. Here lies Alto Clef. Rot in hell.
+
+13. MEMENTO MORI
+
+Administrator's Note:
+
+It's been eighty years, Gears. I got you onto senior staff, then
+directorship, then the Council. I know you well enough to know
+
+what you do when you're thinking about ending things.
+
+It's okay. I was here before the Council, I'll be here after. You all ran
+the place well, but at the end of the day, you're still human. You
+
+make mistakes, and you have flaws, and that's alright. You did the
+best you could, and it was pretty good.
+
+I'm sorry for putting this crushing burden on you and the others. I
+
+can't help but feel responsible. This life isn't an easy one, they
+might still be alive if not for me. They'd certainly have been happier.
+
+You were all the best and brightest of the Foundation of then. I
+
+took you and I ruined you, and I'm sorry.
+
+Don't worry about what happens after — my office has a handle on
+
+things, we have since I stopped refilling your seats. It's time to start
+
+burying the past. Make room for the future. There will never be a
+group like this again, but that's okay. The mere existence of the
+
+Council seems to invite tragedy. It's time for something different
+anyway. I don't know what, but the age of the Council is over, I can
+
+tell you that.
+
+Come to my study when you're ready to end it. It's okay, Charles.
+Don't worry. You did a good job. I'm proud of you.
+
+▷CLOSE◁
+
+‡ Hide Licensing / CitationCite this page as:
+
+"ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal" by Rounderhouse, from the SCP Wiki. Source:
+
+https://scpwiki.com/rounderhouse-proposal. Licensed under CC-BY-SA.
+
+For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about
+
+licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
+
+Filename: manor
+Name: File:WestoverPlantationSEGL.jpg
+Author: Stephen Lea
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:WestoverPlantationSEGL.jpg
+
+Filename: administrator
+Name: File:D. Carlos de Borbón y de Austria-Este smoking.jpg
+Author: Nadar
+License: Public Domain
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:D._Carlos_de_Borb%C3%B3n_y_de_Austria
+-Este_smoking.jpg
+
+Filename: archive
+Name: File:Etnografiska museet May 2013 01.jpg
+Author: Arild Vågen
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Etnografiska_museet_May_2013_01.jpg
+
+Filename: newsroom
+Name: File:City tv control room Doors Open Toronto 2012.jpg
+Author: Loozrboy
+License: CC BY-SA 2.0
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:City_tv_control_room_Doors_Open_Toront
+o_2012.jpg
+
+Filename: workshop
+Name: OLD INDUSTRIAL EQUIPMENT IN ABANDONED WORKSHOP
+Author: pixy
+License: Public Domain
+Source: https://pixy.org/5877694/
+
+Filename: library
+Name: File:Chatsworth House library.JPG
+Author: Sb2s3
+License: CC BY-SA 4.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Chatsworth_House_library.JPG
+
+Filename: postits
+Name: postits
+Author: 
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source: http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/rounderhouse-proposal
+
+UncertaintyCrossing
+
+Filename: greenhouse
+Name: greenhouse
+Author: pxhere
+License: Public Domain
+Source: https://pxhere.com/en/photo/24550
+
+Filename: room
+Name: File:Berber house.jpg
+Author: Ilan Molcho
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Berber_house.jpg
+
+Filename: machine
+Name: File:GSI, Darmstadt, Juli 2015 (31).JPG
+Author: Alexander Blecher
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:GSI,_Darmstadt,_Juli_2015_(31).JPG
+
+Filename: medicine
+Name: Holmes medicine cabinet
+Author: Matt Brown
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source: https://www.flickr.com/photos/londonmatt/2855822695
+
+Filename: guns
+Name: File:Donnington Historic Weapons Collection Display.jpg
+Author: Cocklecanoe
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Donnington_Historic_Weapons_Collection_
+Display.jpg
+
+Filename: booze
+Name: onyx bar cart
+Author: goodiesfirst
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source: https://search.creativecommons.org/photos/52733637-78c2-4bd0-a67e-
+4002d2379918
+
+TAGS↴
+
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+
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+
+django-bridge
+
+doctor-clef
+
+doctor-elliott
+
+doctor-gears
+
+doctor-mann
+
+doctor-rights
+
+electronic
+
+extradimensional
+
+food
+
+hallucination
+
+historical
+
+hy-brasil
+
+inscription
+
+kain-pathos-crow
+
+mechanical
+
+medical
+
+plant
+
+prize-feature
+
+researcher-rosen
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02-March-2025_txt/scp-001-11-ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal - SCP Foundation.txt

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+REDTAPE
+REDTAPE
+REDTAPE
+
+DAWN
+DAWN
+DAWN
+
+About
+
+Community
+
+Resources
+
+Sister Sites
+
+Contact Us
+
+ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal
+
+SCP-001
+
+ ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal
+
+A ROUNDERHOUSE Joint
+
+Rating: +768
+
+BY DIRECT ORDER OF THE OFFICE OF THE
+ADMINISTRATOR
+
+The following file is classified Clearance Level 001/1.
+
+All Foundation personnel are permitted and encouraged to read
+this document.
+
+Welcome, O5-13.
+
+     
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+LEVEL 1/001
+CLASSIFIED
+
+Item #: SCP-001
+
+Site-01.
+
+SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: All
+personnel are permitted to put in a request to
+
+their local Human Resources officer if they
+would like to visit Site-01. Visits are generally
+
+limited to one per 4 years, in order to avoid
+large amounts of damage to the property. The
+
+Site itself is maintained by the Office of the
+Administrator, and any concerns with the
+
+physical building or grounds should be directed
+there.
+
+DESCRIPTION: SCP-001 refers to a collection of
+13 anomalous areas present within Site-01.
+These anomalous areas vary in size and effect,
+
+and are scattered throughout the ground of the
+site. A full list of SCP-001 instances is attached
+
+below.
+
+Site-01 is a mansion in rural Virginia
+constructed between 1764 and 1766 by Duke
+
+Franz C. Williams, an Austrian noble who would
+later become the founder and current
+
+Administrator of the Foundation. Williams'
+
+Administrator Franz Williams, circa 1891.
+
+emigration from Europe was incited by the Seven Years' War, later regarded as the First Occult
+War. Documents relate that he arrived in the New World in a private party of twelve, purchasing
+
+the land for the mansion ahead of time. The party that arrived would become the first Overseers
+of the Foundation that they formed, though the organization as it is today would not take shape
+
+until the late 19th century during the American Civil War.
+
+SafeSafe 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+It became customary for new Overseers to make their own additions to the mansion as they were
+
+inducted, modifying and changing rooms to suit their needs, often with anomalous effects. Due
+to the secrecy associated with the former O5 Council, access to the Site itself was severely
+
+restricted until very recently.
+
+ 
+SCP-001-01
+
+SCP-001-02
+
+SCP-001-03
+
+SCP-001-04
+
+SCP-001-05
+
+SCP-001-06
+
+SCP-001-07
+
+SCP-001-08
+
+SCP-001-09
+
+SCP-001-10
+
+SCP-001-11
+
+SCP-001-12
+
+SCP-001-11
+
+Description: SCP-001-11 is a small armory
+in the basement of Site-01. A variety of
+
+firearms and traditional weapons are
+
+arranged on the walls, along with
+appropriate ammunition. Touching any of
+
+the weapons will display a particular scar
+on the subject's body, generally from a
+
+minor wound along the extrema, but
+occasionally from a significant torso
+
+wound. The scar disappears after letting
+go of the weapon.
+
+SCP-001-11.
+
+Weapon: A vibrospear, of the sort used on Luna during the Solidarity Campaign.
+It is inlaid with symbols and markings.
+
+Scar: A bite mark along the calf. The teeth marks do not correspond with any
+possible human dental set or known animal set.
+
+Weapon: A custom rotating-barrel hand cannon. Emblazoned with the logo of
+the Foundation Agents Corp.
+
+Scar: 15 large knife wounds across the chest, neck, and arms, ragged and
+violent.
+
+Attached File:
+
+From: [email protected]
+To: [email protected]
+Subject: Re: Mission
+Date: 05-03-2063
+
+You gotta stop worrying about me. I've been doing this shit way before I had a
+
+desk job, remember? You had better, you're the one that put me behind it.
+
+I have the best security detail on the planet and I'm going to a site nobody even
+knows about. The little people need to know we haven't abandoned them. That's
+
+how you get people actually defecting.
+
+Focus on getting the other seats filled before you start worrying about what
+happens if mine goes empty, OK? You're a good boss, but you worry too much.
+
+I'll be fine, I promise.
+
+Administrator's Note — 11:
+
+Troy never asked for any of this, but he had the unfortunate fate of being too
+
+good at his job. I couldn't let someone like that waste their time in the
+Foundation hunting down magic objects and following up on Bigfoot rumours.
+
+His condition for being shoved into administration was that he could still take
+on field jobs if he wanted. As his rank rose, he got less and less time for it, until
+
+eventually seeing him go out was a rare thrill. He was a good goddamn Agent.
+
+But he was right. Ultimately he knew something I still fail to understand. Some
+people just aren't fit for this life. It's one of intrigue, pettiness, and messy, messy
+
+politics. He was a simple, down-to-earth guy, he wasn't good for any of that.
+But he accepted my offer anyway. Not because he wanted to, but because he
+
+thought he should. He was altruistic like that.
+
+Made it a surprisingly good long time behind a desk job, too. Back then if you'd
+asked anyone how well they thought Agent Lament would do at a desk job,
+
+you'd have been laughed out of the room. But there he was. Instead of sneaking
+into Adiyat or looking into the resurgence of the Spirit, he was making tactical
+
+decisions about how best to defend against the Insurgency from the protected
+
+walls of the safest place on Earth. He was good at it, but that doesn't mean he
+was okay with it.
+
+One day he decided he was needed in Site-34 in the Levant. This was in 2063,
+near the tail end of the Crisis, where none of us were really sure which of our
+
+personnel were still truly loyal. You can imagine how worried I was about an
+
+Overseer presenting publically, but he said that the people needed to see him,
+to see that their leadership wasn't scared. He always cared a lot about what
+
+people thought.
+
+One of his bodyguards turned out to not be as loyal as we thought. Troy put up
+a hell of a fight, though - the autolimo arrived at 34 and opened up to a
+
+bloodbath. He'd stabbed the assassin with his own knife 12 times before
+breaking his neck — probably good, Twelve would've castrated the guy for
+
+information if he didn't kill him. But he'd gotten cut up a lot, way too much. He
+might have survived if he was here. As it is, he bled out before the car even
+
+stopped.
+
+Knowing Troy, though, that's probably exactly how he'd have wanted to go out.
+
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+Clearance Level 001/5 detected. Would you like to open a classified file
+addendum?
+
+▷CLOSE◁
+
+SCP-001-13
+
+Description: SCP-001-13 is a small graveyard on the outer grounds of Site-01.
+13 gravestones are arranged in a grid of four columns. Each bears an
+inscription that changes depending on the reader, conforming to their
+
+relationship with the subject of the tombstone. The following is a list of
+messages as recorded by O5-13.
+
+01. Here lies Django Bridge. An archivist to the end.
+
+02. Here lies David Rosen. Never saw it coming.
+
+03. Here lies Everett Mann. Could make anything except happiness.
+An empty grave.
+
+04. Here lies Tilda Moose. Didn't know what she had until she gave
+it away. Died trying to get it back.
+
+05. Here lies Chelsea Elliot, née Glaistig. Feet in two worlds, fit in
+neither.
+
+06. Here lies Ali Ibn-Bijhan. Betrayed his countrymen. Died of the
+guilt.
+
+07. Here lies Agatha Rights. The only one I have ever loved.
+
+08. Here lies Thaddeus Xyank. Came from tomorrow to help us
+today. Never forgot what he left behind.
+
+09. Here lies Jean Aktus. A relic of the past, but he knew that.
+
+10. Here lies Kain Pathos Crow. He was a good boy.
+
+11. Here lies Troy Lament. The best I have ever known.
+
+12. Here lies Alto Clef. Rot in hell.
+
+13. MEMENTO MORI
+
+Administrator's Note:
+
+It's been eighty years, Gears. I got you onto senior staff, then
+directorship, then the Council. I know you well enough to know
+
+what you do when you're thinking about ending things.
+
+It's okay. I was here before the Council, I'll be here after. You all ran
+the place well, but at the end of the day, you're still human. You
+
+make mistakes, and you have flaws, and that's alright. You did the
+best you could, and it was pretty good.
+
+I'm sorry for putting this crushing burden on you and the others. I
+
+can't help but feel responsible. This life isn't an easy one, they
+might still be alive if not for me. They'd certainly have been happier.
+
+You were all the best and brightest of the Foundation of then. I
+
+took you and I ruined you, and I'm sorry.
+
+Don't worry about what happens after — my office has a handle on
+
+things, we have since I stopped refilling your seats. It's time to start
+
+burying the past. Make room for the future. There will never be a
+group like this again, but that's okay. The mere existence of the
+
+Council seems to invite tragedy. It's time for something different
+anyway. I don't know what, but the age of the Council is over, I can
+
+tell you that.
+
+Come to my study when you're ready to end it. It's okay, Charles.
+Don't worry. You did a good job. I'm proud of you.
+
+▷CLOSE◁
+
+‡ Hide Licensing / CitationCite this page as:
+
+"ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal" by Rounderhouse, from the SCP Wiki. Source:
+
+https://scpwiki.com/rounderhouse-proposal. Licensed under CC-BY-SA.
+
+For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about
+
+licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
+
+Filename: manor
+Name: File:WestoverPlantationSEGL.jpg
+Author: Stephen Lea
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:WestoverPlantationSEGL.jpg
+
+Filename: administrator
+Name: File:D. Carlos de Borbón y de Austria-Este smoking.jpg
+Author: Nadar
+License: Public Domain
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:D._Carlos_de_Borb%C3%B3n_y_de_Austria
+-Este_smoking.jpg
+
+Filename: archive
+Name: File:Etnografiska museet May 2013 01.jpg
+Author: Arild Vågen
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Etnografiska_museet_May_2013_01.jpg
+
+Filename: newsroom
+Name: File:City tv control room Doors Open Toronto 2012.jpg
+Author: Loozrboy
+License: CC BY-SA 2.0
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:City_tv_control_room_Doors_Open_Toront
+o_2012.jpg
+
+Filename: workshop
+Name: OLD INDUSTRIAL EQUIPMENT IN ABANDONED WORKSHOP
+Author: pixy
+License: Public Domain
+Source: https://pixy.org/5877694/
+
+Filename: library
+Name: File:Chatsworth House library.JPG
+Author: Sb2s3
+License: CC BY-SA 4.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Chatsworth_House_library.JPG
+
+Filename: postits
+Name: postits
+Author: 
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source: http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/rounderhouse-proposal
+
+UncertaintyCrossing
+
+Filename: greenhouse
+Name: greenhouse
+Author: pxhere
+License: Public Domain
+Source: https://pxhere.com/en/photo/24550
+
+Filename: room
+Name: File:Berber house.jpg
+Author: Ilan Molcho
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Berber_house.jpg
+
+Filename: machine
+Name: File:GSI, Darmstadt, Juli 2015 (31).JPG
+Author: Alexander Blecher
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:GSI,_Darmstadt,_Juli_2015_(31).JPG
+
+Filename: medicine
+Name: Holmes medicine cabinet
+Author: Matt Brown
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source: https://www.flickr.com/photos/londonmatt/2855822695
+
+Filename: guns
+Name: File:Donnington Historic Weapons Collection Display.jpg
+Author: Cocklecanoe
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source:
+
+https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Donnington_Historic_Weapons_Collection_
+Display.jpg
+
+Filename: booze
+Name: onyx bar cart
+Author: goodiesfirst
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source: https://search.creativecommons.org/photos/52733637-78c2-4bd0-a67e-
+4002d2379918
+
+TAGS↴
+
+More From This Author
+
+001-proposal
+
+agent-lament
+
+building
+
+bureaucracy
+
+director-aktus
+
+director-moose
+
+django-bridge
+
+doctor-clef
+
+doctor-elliott
+
+doctor-gears
+
+doctor-mann
+
+doctor-rights
+
+electronic
+
+extradimensional
+
+food
+
+hallucination
+
+historical
+
+hy-brasil
+
+inscription
+
+kain-pathos-crow
+
+mechanical
+
+medical
+
+plant
+
+prize-feature
+
+researcher-rosen
+
+safe
+
+scp
+
+thad-xyank
+
+toxic
+
+wanderers-library
+
+weapon
+
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+
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+
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+Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 License.
+
+

02-March-2025_txt/scp-001-12-ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal - SCP Foundation.txt

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+REDTAPE
+REDTAPE
+REDTAPE
+
+DAWN
+DAWN
+DAWN
+
+About
+
+Community
+
+Resources
+
+Sister Sites
+
+Contact Us
+
+ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal
+
+SCP-001
+
+ ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal
+
+A ROUNDERHOUSE Joint
+
+Rating: +768
+
+BY DIRECT ORDER OF THE OFFICE OF THE
+ADMINISTRATOR
+
+The following file is classified Clearance Level 001/1.
+
+All Foundation personnel are permitted and encouraged to read
+this document.
+
+Welcome, O5-13.
+
+     
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+LEVEL 1/001
+CLASSIFIED
+
+Item #: SCP-001
+
+Site-01.
+
+SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: All
+personnel are permitted to put in a request to
+
+their local Human Resources officer if they
+would like to visit Site-01. Visits are generally
+
+limited to one per 4 years, in order to avoid
+large amounts of damage to the property. The
+
+Site itself is maintained by the Office of the
+Administrator, and any concerns with the
+
+physical building or grounds should be directed
+there.
+
+DESCRIPTION: SCP-001 refers to a collection of
+13 anomalous areas present within Site-01.
+These anomalous areas vary in size and effect,
+
+and are scattered throughout the ground of the
+site. A full list of SCP-001 instances is attached
+
+below.
+
+Site-01 is a mansion in rural Virginia
+constructed between 1764 and 1766 by Duke
+
+Franz C. Williams, an Austrian noble who would
+later become the founder and current
+
+Administrator of the Foundation. Williams'
+
+Administrator Franz Williams, circa 1891.
+
+emigration from Europe was incited by the Seven Years' War, later regarded as the First Occult
+War. Documents relate that he arrived in the New World in a private party of twelve, purchasing
+
+the land for the mansion ahead of time. The party that arrived would become the first Overseers
+of the Foundation that they formed, though the organization as it is today would not take shape
+
+until the late 19th century during the American Civil War.
+
+SafeSafe 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+It became customary for new Overseers to make their own additions to the mansion as they were
+
+inducted, modifying and changing rooms to suit their needs, often with anomalous effects. Due
+to the secrecy associated with the former O5 Council, access to the Site itself was severely
+
+restricted until very recently.
+
+ 
+SCP-001-01
+
+SCP-001-02
+
+SCP-001-03
+
+SCP-001-04
+
+SCP-001-05
+
+SCP-001-06
+
+SCP-001-07
+
+SCP-001-08
+
+SCP-001-09
+
+SCP-001-10
+
+SCP-001-11
+
+SCP-001-12
+
+SCP-001-12
+
+Description: SCP-001-12 is a bar cart in
+an auxiliary office in Site-01. It is set with
+
+a large variety of liquor and alcohol,
+
+ranging from common beers to expensive
+scotch. The bottles never run out;
+
+however, upon pouring any into a glass,
+the drink will transmute into another
+
+liquid, generally nonpotable or toxic.
+
+SCP-001-12.
+
+Drink: Macallan 1948, aged whiskey.
+
+Liquid: Warm, bitter water. Chemical analysis confirms trace amounts of sulfur.
+Bottle 3/4 full.
+
+Drink: 1.5 liter jug of moonshine.
+
+Liquid: Freezing cold hard water. Scalds the throat when drunk and induces
+unconciousness. Jug nearly empty.
+
+Attached File:
+
+O5-12: So I guess it's just us left now, huh?
+
+Administrator: Hello, Twelve.
+
+O5-13: So it would seem.
+
+[Silence.]
+
+O5-12: Care for a drink?
+
+Administrator: Hah. I thought you'd never ask.
+
+O5-13: Scotch, please.
+
+O5-12: Huh. Never knew you drank.
+
+O5-13: I didn't.
+
+[Pouring.]
+
+Administrator: Cheers, gents. It was a good run.
+
+O5-12: Hear, hear.
+
+O5-13: Yes.
+
+[Quiet, intermittent sipping.]
+
+Administrator's Note — 12:
+
+That nutcase deserved what he got. The only reason he was on the Council is
+
+because of the Insurgency Crisis. We needed a strong, capable military leader.
+The last time I fought, horses were still on the battlefield. Alto was a deranged
+
+maniac but we've had a lot of deranged maniacs. Right then, we needed one.
+
+He did his job. Beat back the enemy. The Insurgency rose and was suppressed
+with overwhelming force. We waged war in Asia, Africa, even the Antarctic
+
+became a warzone. And we won. Clef ceded his control of Applied Force
+
+afterwards, but he always directed massive influence in the Division. Not
+surprising.
+
+After that, he didn't really know what to do. O5 was not the action-packed,
+cloak-and-dagger job he thought it was. Mostly just paperwork and meetings.
+
+So he lost his fervor over time. Mellowed out, became the kind of guy you could
+
+drink with instead of the guy who started bar fights. None us spent too much
+time around him, never really forgot the shit he pulled way back when.
+
+One day he went looking for a fight and got one. What happened isn't
+important, but after he was dead and buried, I swear to god I saw the sun blink,
+
+just for a moment.
+
+Clearance Level 001/5 detected. Would you like to open a classified file
+addendum?
+
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+▷CLOSE◁
+
+SCP-001-13
+
+Description: SCP-001-13 is a small graveyard on the outer grounds of Site-01.
+13 gravestones are arranged in a grid of four columns. Each bears an
+inscription that changes depending on the reader, conforming to their
+
+relationship with the subject of the tombstone. The following is a list of
+messages as recorded by O5-13.
+
+01. Here lies Django Bridge. An archivist to the end.
+
+02. Here lies David Rosen. Never saw it coming.
+
+03. Here lies Everett Mann. Could make anything except happiness.
+An empty grave.
+
+04. Here lies Tilda Moose. Didn't know what she had until she gave
+it away. Died trying to get it back.
+
+05. Here lies Chelsea Elliot, née Glaistig. Feet in two worlds, fit in
+neither.
+
+06. Here lies Ali Ibn-Bijhan. Betrayed his countrymen. Died of the
+guilt.
+
+07. Here lies Agatha Rights. The only one I have ever loved.
+
+08. Here lies Thaddeus Xyank. Came from tomorrow to help us
+today. Never forgot what he left behind.
+
+09. Here lies Jean Aktus. A relic of the past, but he knew that.
+
+10. Here lies Kain Pathos Crow. He was a good boy.
+
+11. Here lies Troy Lament. The best I have ever known.
+
+12. Here lies Alto Clef. Rot in hell.
+
+13. MEMENTO MORI
+
+Administrator's Note:
+
+It's been eighty years, Gears. I got you onto senior staff, then
+directorship, then the Council. I know you well enough to know
+
+what you do when you're thinking about ending things.
+
+It's okay. I was here before the Council, I'll be here after. You all ran
+the place well, but at the end of the day, you're still human. You
+
+make mistakes, and you have flaws, and that's alright. You did the
+best you could, and it was pretty good.
+
+I'm sorry for putting this crushing burden on you and the others. I
+
+can't help but feel responsible. This life isn't an easy one, they
+might still be alive if not for me. They'd certainly have been happier.
+
+You were all the best and brightest of the Foundation of then. I
+
+took you and I ruined you, and I'm sorry.
+
+Don't worry about what happens after — my office has a handle on
+
+things, we have since I stopped refilling your seats. It's time to start
+
+burying the past. Make room for the future. There will never be a
+group like this again, but that's okay. The mere existence of the
+
+Council seems to invite tragedy. It's time for something different
+anyway. I don't know what, but the age of the Council is over, I can
+
+tell you that.
+
+Come to my study when you're ready to end it. It's okay, Charles.
+Don't worry. You did a good job. I'm proud of you.
+
+▷CLOSE◁
+
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+
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+
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+
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+
+Abridged Retirement Proposas
+
+SCP-001
+
+
+
+McDoctorate's Proposal
+
+ Abridged Retirement Proposals
+
+Rating: +78
+
+Fold Table of Contents
+
+╶─────
+
+Dr. Quantum's Proposal: The
+Timer
+
+Dr. Swann's Proposal: The
+
+╶─────
+
+Database
+
+╶───── Dir. Clef's Proposal: The Garden
+
+╶─────
+
+Dr. Brennan's Proposal: God's
+
+Blind Spot
+Dr. Ghipo's Proposal: A Good
+
+╶─────
+
+Computer
+
+╶───── Dir. Lily's Proposal: The Sacrifice
+
+Drs. T. G. and Aktus' Proposal: The
+
+╶─────
+
+Broken Engine
+
+╶─────
+
+Dr. Pickman's Proposal:
+Storytellers
+
+╶─────
+
+Dr. Roget Sr.'s Proposal: Project
+
+Keter
+Dr. Roget Jr.'s Proposal: The
+
+╶─────
+
+Projectile
+
+╶─────
+
+Dr. Mackenzie’s Proposal: The
+Legacy
+
+╶───── Dr. Argent's Proposal: The Unit
+Dr. Locke's Proposal: Crack of
+
+╶─────
+
+Dawn
+Dr. Tufton's Proposal: The
+
+╶─────
+
+Children‘s Origin
+
+╶─────
+
+Researcher Calvin's Proposal: The
+Noise
+
+╶───── Dr. Dayle’s Proposal:The Pit
+
+╶─────
+
+Dr. Scantron’s Proposal:
+Graduation Day
+
+╶───── Dr. North’s Proposal: The Toybox
+Dr. Wrong’s Proposal: The
+Agreement
+
+╶─────
+
+Dr. Naismith’s Proposal: Kiteen
+
+╶─────
+
+Pallo
+
+╶───── Dr. Valis’ Proposal: Logicism
+
+The following is a list of abridged retirement proposals from the Foundation Heritage
+Collection. Retiring A-Class personnel are permitted to submit a proposal documenting an
+
+anomaly of personal significance to one's career, or the Foundation's history. They are to
+adhere to the following format.
+
++++++ Dr. name's Proposa [title]
+
+CODE NAME [AAAA]
+
+OBJECT CLASS
+
+SUMMARY [Brief Description]
+
+SGNFCANCE [Why it was proposed]
+
+If you are a retiring member of A-Class personnel, you may append your submission to the end
+of this document. Abridged proposals should not exceed 250 words and should contain only
+
+text.
+
+Dr. Quantum's Proposa The Timer
+
+CODE NAME QNTM
+
+OBJECT CLASS Safe
+
+SUMMARY SCP-QNTM is an anomalous egg timer of unknown origin. When
+SCP-QNTM is set to a given time (up to a maximum of 60 minutes), the entropy
+
+state of the universe is reversed by that duration. This effect is not experienced
+by SCP-QNTM or its user (designated SCP-QNTM-A); from the perspective of
+
+SCP-QNTM-A, time is reversed according to the duration set. This entails that,
+for the duration set, SCP-QNTM-A will co-exist with the past version of themself
+
+(designated SCP-QNTM-B), and can meaningfully affect the sequence of
+events leading to SCP-QNTM's activation. After activation, SCP-QNTM will tick
+
+down as a non-anomalous timer would; however, upon reaching zero, SCP-
+QNTM-A ceases to exist.
+
+SGNFCANCE SCP-QNTM is the first known temporal anomaly acquired by
+the Foundation, and was instrumental in Dr. Quantum's career.
+
+Dr. Swann's Proposa The Database
+
+CODE NAME SWNN
+
+OBJECT CLASS Thaumiel
+
+SUMMARY SCP-SWNN is the designation for the SCiPnet database
+framework. SCP-SWNN depends on a variety of anomalous technologies to
+
+maintain and present documentation as effectively as possible; namely, SCiPnet
+reorganizes interrelated documents using a pataphysics-based predictive
+
+algorithm. This causes documentation to be presented in a more narratively-
+appealing format, reducing the likelihood that personnel will miss important
+
+information due to lack of interest.
+
+SGNFCANCE SCP-SWNN is considered Dr. Swann's seminal work, and is
+regularly essential to Foundation operations.
+
+Dir. Cef's Proposa The Garden
+
+CODE NAME EDEN
+
+OBJECT CLASS Location
+
+SUMMARY SCP-EDEN is an extradimensional location that features a garden
+of variable size and topology. If one is surrounded by fire such that they are
+
+unable to safely escape (e,g, trapped in a burning building), SCP-EDEN can be
+accessed by walking through the fire with one's eyes closed, so long as the
+
+success of the procedure is not doubted at the point which the fire is crossed.
+SCP-EDEN's spatial dimensionality is always exactly one greater than the
+
+number of living humans which occupy it; this entails that, as SCP-EDEN is
+concurrently entered by greater numbers of people, more of the garden
+
+becomes accessible, but the entire space becomes less readily-navigable.
+
+SGNFCANCE SCP-EDEN prompted the development of several
+revolutionary technologies for the exploration and mapping of hyper- and hypo-
+
+dimensional spaces, and contains several artifacts which have assisted in the
+development of further technologies.
+
+Dr. Brennan's Proposa God's Bind Spot
+
+CODE NAME SPKB
+
+OBJECT CLASS Neutralized (formerly Safe)
+
+SUMMARY SCP-SPKB was an anomalous phenomenon affecting an Orthodox-
+Christian Church (designated SCP-SPKB-A) centered in Άνο Βέρβανα, a rural
+
+village located in the mountain ranges of northern Greece. For a period of
+several decades, SCP-SPKB caused any form of worship or spiritual practice
+
+within SCP-SPKB-A to be anomalously unfulfilling, causing gradual increases in
+tension and unrest within the community. SCP-SPKB was eventually Neutralized
+
+through the development and use of spiritual channeling technologies.
+
+SGNFCANCE SCP-SPKB catalyzed the discovery of Akiva radiation, as well
+as the formation of the Department of Tactical Theology.
+
+Dr. Ghipo's Proposa A Good Computer
+
+CODE NAME GDBY
+
+OBJECT CLASS Thaumiel
+
+SUMMARY SCP-GDBY is the ERZATZ Type AK9 Computational Engine: an
+advanced digital computer system designed to suggest initial containment
+
+procedures for incoming anomalies. SCP-GDBY is utilized primarily by the
+Processing Division to detect correlations between existing and newly-acquired
+
+anomalies, often suggesting unexpectedly-effective containment procedures
+for generic anomalies.
+
+SGNFCANCE SCP-GDBY was developed in 1955 in response to the
+exponential growth of Foundation operations, to which it is now essential. Its
+algorithm suggests effective containment procedures for over 75% of all
+
+incoming anomalies.
+
+Dir. Liy's Proposa The Sacrifice
+
+CODE NAME FLWR
+
+OBJECT CLASS Euclid
+
+SUMMARY SCP-FLWR describes a phenomenon in which, when a person in a
+perceived position of power, significance, or influence is cremated and buried
+
+alongside specific and complex arrangements of flora, the land surrounding the
+burial site becomes anomalously fertile. This land becomes capable of
+
+supporting crop yield up to 1400% the baseline average, even in otherwise
+infertile areas (including desert, concrete, et cetera).
+
+SGNFCANCE SCP-FLWR established one of the first in-house anomalous
+agriculture practices, which was instrumental in establishing self-sustainability
+early on in the Foundation's history. Director Lily's funeral was carried out as
+
+specified in her will, resulting in the creation of the Ultra-high-yield Cultivation
+Zone. She was posthumously awarded the Foundation Star in Exemplary
+
+Service.
+
+Drs. T. G. and Aktus' Proposa The Broken Engine
+
+CODE NAME BRKN
+
+OBJECT CLASS Safe (formerly Keter)
+
+SUMMARY SCP-BRKN is a collection of anomalous components of a standard
+automobile engine. When one or more components are separated for more than
+five minutes, the segment of SCP-BRKN currently possessing the most mass
+
+will levitate above the ground (as if it were within a functioning vehicle) before
+approaching the locations of any unclaimed components. This will cause
+
+damage to any materials between or surrounding SCP-BRKN, commensurate to
+the damage that would be caused by a moderately-sized vehicle.
+
+SGNFCANCE SCP-BRKN's containment challenges prompted the
+construction of Site-15 and several revolutionary electro-mechanical
+containment mechanisms. Site-15 now contains more than 300 electronic and
+
+digital anomalies using methods initially devised by Drs. T. G. and Aktus.
+
+Dr. Pickman's Proposa Storyteers
+
+CODE NAME SPWI
+
+OBJECT CLASS Archon
+
+SUMMARY Observations throughout Nexus-18 (Sloth's Pit, Wisconsin) of
+actions of individuals and events apparently conforming to narrative and
+
+folkloric tropes and archetypes, including the manifestation of urban legends,
+heightened activity around times of celebration, and an apparent degree of
+
+sentience within the Nexus itself, responding to certain trigger phrases (i.e.
+"What could possibly go wrong?") with appropriate consequences.
+
+SGNFCANCE Isaiah H. Pickman (1978-2017 (Presumed KIA) was an
+archivist at Site-87 in Nexus Zone-18, whose cataloging of anomalies within
+Nexus-18 led to the formulation of this theory by Sinclair, Bailey et. al in early
+
+2018. From this, containment efforts within Nexus-18 have grown over 70%
+more effective, due to new countermeasures and containment tactics being
+
+devised using SCP-SPWI as a jumping-off point.
+
+This proposal is made in memorial to Dr. Pickman by his colleagues; his last will
+and testament stated that "If anything I ever did led to something new being
+
+discovered, give it a new object class, just to fuck with the filing system".
+"Archon" is synonymous with "Thaumiel" in this case.
+
+Dr. Roget Sr.'s Proposa Project Keter
+
+CODE NAME RGT
+
+OBJECT CLASS Thaumiel
+
+SUMMARY SCP-RGT is a Foundation Site, designated Site-Keter, responsible
+for the containment of most Keter-class objects within Foundation custody. Said
+
+Site uses multiple Keter-class objects to contain other ones, in the process
+creating a 'Thaumiel-Keter-Paradox' scenario, in which almost uncontainable
+
+objects are contained by the merit of being uncontained.
+
+SGNFCANCE SCP-RGT was fundamental in the development of new
+containment options for Keter-class objects. Prior to the creation of Site-Keter,
+
+all such objects were contained separately within Foundation sites; following
+the construction of said Site however, the need for containment of such
+
+anomalies has been minimalized to finding a 'containment counterpart' to such,
+virtually ending for example the need to actively seek elimination methods for
+
+SCP-682. Due to this phenomenon, Foundation resources had been made more
+available for other projects, not-related to the costly containment procedures of
+
+said objects.
+
+SCP-RGT was originally proposed by Dr. Roget following a mass-containment
+breach in Site-02 occurring, which resulted in the 'Keter-self-containment
+
+paradox' event occurring; following this event, multiple in-depth tests have
+been conducted, which lead to the creation of plans to create Site-Keter.
+
+Dr. Roget Jr.'s Proposa The Projectie
+
+CODE NAME RGT-II
+
+OBJECT CLASS Neutralized (formerly Eparch)
+
+SUMMARY SCP-RGT-II was the projectile that murdered the US president John
+F. Kennedy. SCP-RGT-II had the anomalous ability of invoking paranoia in all
+
+individuals who witnessed the event (live or otherwise); its main purpose was to
+stir up such feelings within the USA as a way to overall weaken the country.
+
+SGNFCANCE SCP-RGT-II led to the discovery of multiple groups aware of
+the Foundation's existence operating within the Russian and American
+governments, additionally uncovering the main administrators of GoI-1109
+
+("Parawatch") a few decades after. Moreover, testing SCP-RGT-II's anomalous
+properties allowed Dr. Roget Jr. to develop more efficient amnestics and other
+
+anomalous chemical substances used by the Foundation.
+
+Dr. Mackenzies Proposa The Legacy
+
+CODE NAME ADMN
+
+OBJECT CLASS Euclid
+
+SUMMARY SCP-ADMN is a diary originating from a prior iteration of existence.
+The diary itself belongs to an individual who would later be known as “The
+
+Administrator”. The diary documents much of The Administratorʼs final moments
+in his world as his reality comes to an end via an infestation only described as
+
+an “entropic force”. The exact details pertaining to the nature of The
+Administrator and their home universe are unclear as much of the pages have
+
+been torn from it. The final page describes a solution designed for
+omnidimensional travel through realities which only The Administrator has
+
+utilized once to materialize himself within our own iteration of existence.
+
+SGNFCANCE SCP-ADMN is known for being the first ever introduction of
+the individual known as “The Administrator” as well as his introduction to our
+
+mainline reality. This proposal is notable for being one of Dr. Mackenzieʼs final
+works before disappearing under questionable circumstances.
+
+Dr. Argent's Proposa The Unit
+
+CODE NAME WJSP
+
+OBJECT CLASS Non-Anomalous
+
+SUMMARY SCP-WJSP is a unit of measurement created by Dr. Argent to
+measure the degree of an object's anomalous properties. Using SCP-WJSP,
+
+containment specialists can accurately measure the threat an object or entity
+poses to normalcy and society at large.
+
+SGNFCANCE Utilization of SCP-WJSP is required on all anomalous objects
+upon their acquisition by the Foundation, and serves as the basis for all
+decisions pertaining to the Object Class, Threat Level, and Disruption Class of
+
+newly-acquired SCPs.
+
+Dr. Locke's Proposa Crack of Dawn
+
+CODE NAME WDB
+
+OBJECT CLASS Archon
+
+SUMMARY SCP-WDB was the designation given to the Sun after, during a
+worldwide famine, the Sun's rays temporarily gained an anomalous effect for
+
+approximately 59 days. During this time, organic material exposed to sunlight
+would undergo several alterations, the most obvious of which was an increased
+
+healing factor. Plant life (especially produce) had significantly higher growth
+rates during this time. Fertility rates were also drastically increased, with human
+
+pregnancies only lasting an average of 20-30 days.
+
+SGNFCANCE While Foundation efforts have all but erased anomalous
+events created by SCP-WDB from the global conciousness, knowledge of these
+
+events has proven immensely useful for morale among personnel, especially
+those who display nihilistic or solitary tendencies.
+
+Dr. Tufton's Proposa The Chidrens Origin
+
+CODE NAME KING
+
+OBJECT CLASS Neutralized (formerly Safe)
+
+SUMMARY SCP-KING is "The Three Laws of The Scarlet King", a 1787
+religious and philosophical book written by Thomas Bruce. It describes violent
+
+anti-modernist ideas suggesting societal reversion to a more pre-
+enlightenment- and survival-based life by worshipping and summoning an
+
+entity called "The Scarlet King". It formerly had a cognitohazardous effect that
+had a high-chance to compel readers to support and believe the philosophy
+
+behind it, as well as its religious material, regardless of previous ideologies. The
+anomalous quality of the book was lost after the SCP-6140 reality-shift.
+
+SGNFCANCE SCP-KING provides a great amount of information about the
+formerly existing "Children of the Scarlet King" cultʼs history and their beliefs,
+both in the book‘s text and it‘s background. Dr. Tufton‘s research revealed that
+
+Thomas published SCP-KING a year before SCP-140 released to ensure the
+creation of a religious group themed around Thomas‘ invented myth, since the
+
+Chronicles of the Daevas book made few mentions of this fantasized religion.
+
+Researcher Cavin's Proposa The Noise
+
+CODE NAME NASG
+
+OBJECT CLASS Thaumiel
+
+SUMMARY SCP-NASG is a levitating sphere, with a surface resembling TV
+static, inside of a cave in Iraq. If a physically written narrative is immersed into
+
+it, it will telepathically transfer information to nearby humans, constituting
+professional advice on how to improve the story. Of note, SCP-NASG mistakes
+
+certain texts as narratives, such as clinical documents.
+
+SGNFCANCE SCP-NASG's critical suggestions on SCP document formats
+were the inspiration and basis for how future documents would be organized
+
+and introduced by SCP-SWNN. Its observations are regularly noted when
+updates to the database algorithm are developed.
+
+Dr. Dayes ProposaThe Pit
+
+CODE NAME GRAVE
+
+OBJECT CLASS Thaumiel
+
+SUMMARY SCP-GRAVE is a pit measuring 5.5 meters or radius and 8.45
+meters of depth. SCP-GRAVE is composed of an anomalous material, of
+
+unknown composition, that has the capability to lower, while in their vicinity, the
+Hume levels of various Type-Green entities.
+
+SGNFCANCE By analyzing the material of which SCP-GRAVE is composed
+of, this has led to its eventual replication and brought to the creation of SRAs by
+
+the hand of Dr. Robert Scranton, giving advantage to the SCP Foundation
+
+toward various ontokinetic entities.
+
+Dr. Scantrons Proposa Graduation Day
+
+CODE NAME SCR
+
+OBJECT CLASS Thaumiel
+
+SUMMARY SCP-SCR is an anomalous phenomenon that occurs when an
+individual with skills that could be useful to the Foundation graduates high
+
+school. Memories will be implanted in their head of them being a Foundation
+Level One researcher and they will attempt to being work.
+
+SGNFCANCE SCP-SCR leads to approximately 200 new Foundation
+employees being hired each year and analysis of it was instrumental in studying
+memetics and the nature of memories. Dr. Scantron was able to isolate the
+
+memetic effects of high school into a single image that causes those who look
+at it to become a Foundation employee.
+
+Dr. Norths Proposa The Toybox
+
+CODE NAME WNDR
+
+OBJECT CLASS Thaumiel
+
+SUMMARY SCP-WNDR is a box that contains a seemingly infinite space, inside
+of which are a countless variety of toys. The box is able to read the mind of the
+
+individual who opens the box, dispensing the type of toys that would give
+maximum enjoyment to its user.
+
+SGNFCANCE Dr. North successfully lobbied for the item to be regularly
+used on stressed employees, this being one of the first cases of an anomalous
+
+item being regularly used for the benefit of Foundation employees.
+
+Dr. Wrongs Proposa The Agreement
+
+CODE NAME CNSNS
+
+OBJECT CLASS Safe
+
+SUMMARY SCP-CNSNS is a room in the Headquarters of the United Nations
+that when a group of individuals meet there, will start to discuss wars that did
+
+not occur in baseline reality. All affected individuals will begin to negotiate
+treaties to stop said wars and once leaving the room, will forget about what has
+
+occurred. All political decisions made inside SCP-CNSNS seem to have an
+effect on the next instance of its activation. There are no records of SCP-
+
+CNSNS's construction
+
+SGNFCANCE Dr. Wrong used this anomaly as proof that CK-Class Reality
+Restructuring Scenarios could happen, provoking an entire field of study based
+
+around them.
+
+Dr. Naismiths Proposa Kiteen Pao
+
+CODE NAME DYF
+
+OBJECT CLASS Thaumiel
+
+SUMMARY SCP-DYF is an aircraft resembling a modified Lockheed F-117
+Nighthawk. The vehicle is 100% impervious to any attempt to damage it,
+possesses cloaking technology, and is capable of traveling at speed more than
+
+1.5 times that of a non-anomalous model. Upon exceeding a speed of 880 mph
+(1,416 km/h; 764 kn), SCP-DYF is capable of traveling to alternate dimensions.
+
+SGNFCANCE Through the use of SCP-DYF, The Foundation has been able
+to safely explore and study extradimensional locations that would normally be
+inaccessible including Corbernic, The Wanderer's Library, Alaggada, and the
+other one. The reconnaissance provided by SCP-DYF has time and time again
+provided a strategic advantage against anomalous activity or invasions into the
+
+prime reality. It has also been used for diplomatic purposes with less hostile
+organizations such as The Three Moons Initiative.
+
+Dr. Va���is Proposa Logicism
+
+CODE NAME PHD
+
+OBJECT CLASS Gevurah
+
+SUMMARY SCP-PHD is an infohazard affecting anomalies recorded in The
+Foundation Database. Anomalous objects registered with similar numerical
+
+designations to previously registered anomalies will gain the attributes, classes,
+anomalous properties, or behavior traits associated with said previous anomaly.
+
+SGNFCANCE Dr. Nathan Valis' discovery of SCP-PHD resulted in a
+complete overhaul of the SCP Foundation's database, transitioning from
+number sequences to letter sequences. This has also served to create more
+
+unique designations to search and identify anomalies more efficiently.
+
+Cite this page as:
+
+"Abridged Retirement Proposals" by Placeholder McD, from the SCP Wiki. Source:
+
+https://scpwiki.com/abridged-retirement-proposals. Licensed under CC-BY-SA.
+
+For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about
+licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
+
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+
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+
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+rating 28   X
+
+NOTICE FROM THE RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY
+ADMINISTRATION
+
+The foowing document was received on 08.10.202 from the reict dimension R2
+and describes an anomay threatening a members of humankind in a extant words.
+t has been estabished that, before the message was received, a signa had been
+emitted for eight minutes, containing an exceptionay powerfu stabiity and
+penetration cass 5 cognitohazard of danger cass 0 safe. The Foundation was
+unabe to counteract this anomay, but no residua symptoms of it affecting the minds
+of Earth denizens have been found to this day. There is a high threat of repeated
+cognitohazardous or other forms of attack from dimension R2. According to the
+atest measurements, dimension R2 no onger exists.
+
+The foowing message tested negative for hidden memetic agents and is safe to read.
+
+Document Start
+
+Greetings.
+
+You are reading this dossier in a paradimension of the reict dimension R2.
+
+Due to the coossa size of your word's address, for your convenience, your dimension
+wi be hereafter referred to as "PD".
+
+The foowing message has been constructed by the SCP Foundation of the reict
+
+dimension R2 and is addressed to the SCP Foundation of paradimension PD. Encosed
+
+you wi find information about SCP001, which is a threat to the mutiverse.
+
+As you may have noticed, this message was preceded by a burst signa containing a non
+
+dangerous cognitohazard. The burst signa was constructed in such a way that minima
+change to the signa woud have caused indiscriminate and overwheming casuaties
+
+among the denizens of PD. As you can see, R2 is capabe of eiminating the absoute
+
+majority of PD denizens but has not exercised this capabiity. n the context of the above,
+
+we ask you to consider this action not as an act of aggression, but as a demonstration of
+
+the fact that R2 has no pretension for conquest or other forms of aggression towards
+≡
+PD. Take the foowing information in earnest.
+
+tem # SCP001
+
+Object Cass ParadoxApoyon
+1
+
+Specia Containment
+
+Procedures The ony known
+
+way to guarantee destruction of
+the anomay and avoidance of
+
+the ZKCass crossreaity
+
+faiure event is the fu
+
+annihiation or fundamenta
+
+change of humankind. The ist
+of possibe measures to push
+
+back or competey avert the
+
+incoming 001ZK event has
+
+been outined beow.
+
+Probem Description SCP001
+consists of a iving members of
+
+Schematic depiction of R2's and PD's ocations in the
+
+mutiverse
+
+the Homo sapiens species without exception. These currenty incude humans iving in the
+
+reict dimension R2 and the PD paradimension. The anomay first came into existence
+
+and deveoped in the reict dimension R2, and ater activated in PD by accident.
+
+Unchecked growth of SCP001 wi cause annihiation of the entire mutiverse.
+
+t is known to our researchers that, at the moment of the Big Bang, the formation of a finite
+number of parae dimensions 57 in tota happened in an event referred to as "Apha".
+
+Creation of new dimensions in natura conditions without disruption is impossibe. Due to
+
+unknown causes humanity came to exist in ony one of the 57 reict dimensions  in
+
+dimension R2.
+
+The danger to reaity that SCP001 poses ies in its anomaous capabiity for widescae
+
+repication of paradimensions. This term refers to a parae reaity which has an extremey
+sma deviation from its "parent". t is known that any conceived human decision even
+
+those competey inconsequentia occurring within time compements the mutiverse with
+
+N paradimensions where N is the number of choices in the decision, wherein a unique
+
+resoution to the event occurs in each. As such, dimensions housing iving instances of
+
+SCP001 uncontroaby "grow" a coossa number of minimay differing paradimensions
+every second.
+
+Other reict dimensions R01 to R57, barring R2 do not have paradimensions, as
+
+humanity has not come to exist in those dimensions due to unknown causes, and as such,
+
+a processes therein foow natura physica aws ony. R2's SCP Foundation is not
+
+aware of whether other reict dimensions contain other forms of sapient ife, but even if it
+≡
+does exist, there is no sign of further paradimension repication in those dimensions.
+
+R2's anaytics have determined a ceiing on the coossa amount of paradimensions,
+
+surpassing which wi destroy the mutiverse as a whoe. This vaue is referred to as
+"Omega". There is no visua way to represent this number, an estimation of "Omega" is
+
+encosed in the Addenda and can ony be deduced through a cascade of highy
+
+chaenging mathematica cacuations. n roughest estimation, accounting for the current
+
+speed of approach of the number of parae dimensions to "Omega", predictions for
+
+growth of PD's popuace, and the worstcase scenario fu refusa of your paradimension
+to counteract the anomay, the death of the mutiverse aso known as the ZKCass
+
+crossreaity faiure event can be expected to occur within 0. years  2 months after the
+
+reception of this message.
+
+The paradimensions created through repication exist in a state of "existence uncertainty"
+
+or "stasis". Whie indirecty affecting the stabiity of the mutiverse and objectivey
+
+forming due to the effects of SCP001, each paradimension does not exhibit signs of its
+existence due to the ack of any physica processes within it. This state is broken after
+
+opening a spacetime tunne into the dimension. At that moment the "existence
+
+uncertainty" ends and the paradimension begins to "exist" in the fu meaning of this term.
+
+A physica processes begin to fow as if they aways have been from the Big Bang to the
+
+moment of the dimension's formation. Due to the fact that new beings humans, SCP001
+come into existence with the aboition of "existence uncertainty", this dimension becomes
+
+a source of paradimension repication in itsef.
+
+You and your paradimension PD were created approximatey 17. R2years ago and
+
+afterwards remained in a state of "existence uncertainty" for an extended period of time
+
+from R2's point of view. Emergence from this state and beginning of you and your
+dimension's factua existence happened approximatey 0.7 PDyears ago after an
+
+exporatory porta from R2 was briefy opened into your word. As such, the society of
+
+R2 technoogicay and historicay surpasses PD by approximatey 1.7 years, which has
+
+aowed R2's SCP Foundation to discover SCP001 and deveop computing soutions of
+
+coossa scae, which in turn consideraby advanced the research of this anomay.
+
+History of R2 society's efforts against the anomay SCP001 was discovered by
+Foundation researchers approximatey 5.1 R2years ago. The "Omega" vaue was
+
+cacuated soon after, and the fact of the number of extant parae dimensions'
+
+catastrophicay quick approach to that imit was found. A specia research group from
+
+reict dimension R2 began deveoping methods of compete or partia suppression of
+
+paradimension repication to prevent or postpone by any possibe measure of time the
+occurrence of a ZKcass crossreaity faiure event.
+
+Unfortunatey, R2's SCP Foundation had to go to extreme measures to deay the ZK
+
+Cass event as much as possibe. Operations "Casting" and "Minima Gain" were
+
+deveoped for that purpose.
+
+The O5 Counci assembed Roster1, which incuded a persons who have vita scientific
+≡
+or other importance to SCP001 research, and Roster2, which incuded a persons who
+were needed to perform fiedwork during the interim period of Operation "Minimum Gain".
+To enhance morae, one famiy member of choice per person was incuded in each ist.
+
+ Descriptions of measures undertaken under Operations "Casting" and "Minima Gain"
+
+As a resut of actions undertaken, the crossreaity faiure event has been deayed by a
+considerabe margin, and the speed of approach has been sowed to a minimum.
+
+The most prospective paths of deveopment at that moment were the creation of wi and
+
+reasoning variabiitydampening devices, as we as projects around deegating the
+
+consciousnesses of a survivors to a centra processing unit. Under most modest
+
+estimations, accounting for highy imited human resources, the reaization of these
+
+projects woud take  to 15 years out of those avaiabe at the moment to the Foundation
+before the onset of the ZKCass event.
+
+ Open fu ist of proposas for deveopment
+
+Unfortunatey, at the time very itte was known about paradimensions themseves, and the
+"existence uncertainty" theory had not been deveoped as of yet. Various researchers
+
+proposed a theory that ack of paradimension repication from paradimensions a process
+
+visuay akin to an uncontroed fission reaction coud signify that humans existing in them
+
+were not SCP001, and that, as such, they coud be exceent test materia for R2. The
+O5 Counci made a decision to begin deveopment on technoogy to open a cross
+
+dimension spacetime tunne into a random paradimension based on remaining anomaous
+
+materias at the Foundation's disposa for the purpose of studying it. This paradimension
+
+turned out to be your paradimension, PD.
+
+The porta deveoped by R2 speciaists proved to be highy unstabe. The Foundation
+
+personne coud not choose a paradimension to enter PD became the target by chance;
+additionay, after having existed for an insubstantia period of time approximatey two
+
+days, the spacetime tunne spontaneousy cosed. At that same time, it was discovered
+
+that your word became a source of paradimensions in itsef. When considered aong with
+
+the fact that PD existed in precisey the state R2 was in at the moment of PD's creation,
+
+a hypothesis about "existence uncertainty" was estabished. R2's SCP Foundation
+chose to make no further attempts to open a porta into PD due to the high risk of
+
+accidentay afficting other dimensions with the anomay.
+
+From the moment PD began to produce its paradimensions and bring the mutiverse coser
+
+to the ZKCass event with high speed, R2 was eft no time or hope for savation.
+
+Unfortunatey, R2's Foundation cannot open a porta into your dimension and destroy
+
+PD denizens by itsef. R2 has waived aside the idea of eiminating the majority of PD
+denizens because the PD's Foundation personne, surviving in underground bunkers and
+
+bearing access to numerous "Thaumie"cass objects, woud render such actions moot.
+
+Litte remaining time before the ZKCass event and ack of technoogica capabiity to
+
+maintain our research denies the possibiity to repeat Operations "Casting" and "Minima
+
+Gain". Due to the outined causes, we address you with this message and offer the ony
+≡
+way in current conditions to save the mutiverse.
+
+The word has existed before us and must remain after us. Our mutiverse
+
+is i, and the name of the iness is humanity, SCP001. The ony way out is
+
+SCP0000. We' cease to become a threat with its hep. t is in our power
+to eave a chance for other sapient species that, perhaps, wi not be
+
+afficted by the same anomay, or wi find a way to get rid of it before it's
+
+too ate. We, the O5 Counci and other survivors from R2, have chosen
+
+our fate. We hope you wi do the same.
+
+From the O5 Counci of dimension R2
+
+To the О5 Counci of dimension PD
+
+Encosed you wi find the methodoogy to cacuate "Omega" and the means to
+
+investigate paradimensions, main scientific derivations regarding SCP001, and the
+instructions to create and use SCP0000. Hurry.
+
+The fina addendum contains a private message for each of you encoded with persona
+
+Overseer encryption keys.
+
+tem # SCP0000
+
+Object Cass ParadoxThaumie
+
+2
+
+Specia Containment Procedures Any containment procedures contradict the
+
+concept and purpose of the object.
+
+Description SCP0000 consists of a device, deveoped by the SCP Foundation of
+
+reict dimension R2, capabe of annihiating the dimension it is activated in. After the
+
+destruction of the target dimension, a chid paradimensions in the state of "existence
+
+uncertainty" wi undergo sow sefdestruction.
+
+Object bueprints and principe of operation The core of SCP0000 is a four
+component device consisting of REDACTED as we as "Eucid"cass objects SCP
+████, SCP████ and two conjoined SCP████. The object's principe of operation
+DATA EXPUNGED
+
+Heo, dad.
+
+For O51
+From Joan Simpson
+
+ don't know if  have the right to ca you "dad", for you are just a copy of the one 
+
+recenty mourned the passing of. n some way, you are the cause of his death. But you
+
+≡
+
+are aso a human who, ike us, is not at faut for any of this.
+
+n your word,  am just a itte gir, and the one who's writing now is your grownup
+daughter, one of the eading Foundation empoyees. Strange, isn't it?  didn't want to
+
+record a message, but my coeagues made me. They say it's very important. We, 
+
+coudn't have a ast word with him, so ' have a ast word with you. ' address you
+
+and not "You", as if  had known you for so many years. Aright?
+
+ remember the day the Rosters started to get impemented. Rosters of those for
+
+whose sake everyone ese had to keep working. There was an idea to et the
+Overseers save not one member of famiy, but two. You yoursef stood against it,
+
+beieving that it woud ead to an unheathy schism within the Foundation that was
+
+about to become very, very sma. Ony a few hundred, that many were supposed to
+
+be eft after the mad harvest you've panned. Those, and fifteen thousand peope in
+
+cryoseep. You were impacabe, and the day you began to assembe the Roster, 
+understood everything by the ook in your eyes. You didn't save Mother. You chose to
+
+save me.  sti don't know what to think about that. But… even if  had had some sort
+
+of anger directed at you, it's ong gone now.
+
+ began to work aongside you. A the "hostages", as they were caed behind backs,
+
+began to work on the Project. We had more than enough time. Hope was our guiding
+
+star.
+
+On the days  fet especiay miserabe you ed me out to the surface. We sat on the
+
+grass in hazard suits and watched over the empty city at the bottom of the mountain.
+
+The city that ony birds of prey inhabit now. You promised that we'd return there and
+
+buid a giant monument to the Human at its center.  istened to you and knew it was a
+
+ie. Every singe one of our prospective projects woud've eft nothing human in us.
+Our descendants woud not waste themseves on sentiments.
+
+Then… then someone proposed to open that porta. Fata mistake. When you've
+
+earned the paradimension started repicating words you understood that… it was a
+
+over. There were fimsy ideas to open the porta again and throw some sort of a
+
+wonder bomb in there, but nobody had any guarantee that it woud not open into a
+
+different paradimension. The countdown went down to months again. Your promise
+became impossibe. You took your own ife. n your honor, the seat of O51 was eft
+
+vacant.
+
+Truth be tod,  don't care, now, whether you' destroy your word or not. Whether the
+
+universe wi exist, whether there wi be new ife in it. My word has been crushed ong
+
+ago.
+
+t's good that this message is encrypted with your key, that was passed on to me  or
+
+these ines woud've been deeted. Everyone wants to save the word. But who needs
+it ike this? Empty and cod. Without those to appreciate its beauty. Without humanity.
+
+≡
+
+Do whatever you think is right.
+
+ truy fee better now.
+
+Love you. Faithfuy yours, Joan Simpson.
+
+VERFCATON KEY  OVERSEER О51
+
+Document End
+
+Footnotes
+
+1. This anomay's distinguishing feature is that, in order to eiminate the anomay that wi
+inevitaby eiminate mankind, it is imperative to eiminate mankind or reaize another K
+Cass Event.
+2. This object is designed for concusive, guaranteed, irrevocabe destruction of SCP001
+humanity and prevention of threat caused by it via reaization of a ocaized ZKCass
+event.
+
+Cite this page as
+
+"Arbeict's Proposa" by Arbeict, from the SCP Wiki. Source
+https//scpwiki.com/sweingofthewords. Licensed under CCBYSA.
+
+For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read
+about icensing poicy, see the Licensing Guide.
+
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+Billith's Proposal
+
+SCP-001 » Billith's Proposal
+
+RATING:  +181
+
+NOTICE FROM THE RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY
+ADMINISTRATION
+
+YOU ARE ACCESSING THE SITE-01 DEEP STORAGE ARCHIVE
+
+failure to abide by clearance level may result in corrective action
+
+SITE-01-DSA
+
+DIRECTORY SEARCH/MODIFY
+
+Enter a query below or type "help" for available commands.
+
+USER: /search SCP-001
+…
+
+LIBRARIAN.AIC: There are 51 results for "SCP-001". Please refine your search.
+
+USER: /search SCP-001 clearance=1
+…
+
+LIBRARIAN.AIC: There is 1 result, containing 4 files. Would you like me to retrieve
+them all?
+
+USER: y
+…
+
+OVERWATCHARCHIVAL SITE-01AboutCommunityResourcesSister SitesContact Us 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+LIBRARIAN.AIC: OK, here is what I found:
+
+  ◈ CD..
+
+  ◈  CD..
+
+Event #: EE-00059
+
+Due to the nature of EE-00059, classification as a proper SCP is unnecessary.  Knowledge of EE-00059's existence
+
+[1]
+
+has been successfully distorted via a number of large-scale disinformation campaigns, therefore, no containment
+
+measures are required at this time. Any credible information regarding activity arising from EE-00059's vicinity
+
+should first be traced to its original source, then delegitimized by any means necessary. These tactics are to be
+
+carried out by embedded agents stationed in various observatories, places of academia, and media outlets such as
+
+television studios and radio stations.
+
+Event Description: Extranormal Event 00059 was observed on June 14th, 2006, in a region of space roughly 1.6
+
+billion light years from Earth,
+
+[2]
+
+ located in the constellation Indus. It was detected via the Neil Gehrels Swift
+
+Observatory telescope system as a prolonged gamma ray burst designated GRB 060614.
+
+EE-00059-1 is an emergent Class-E "Momentary Lapse of Reason" Wormhole (S-CSMWAUC2T)
+
+[3]
+
+ that was
+
+observed for 102.0 seconds, during which it exhibited atypical behavior that contradicted all known theoretical
+
+and applied models of spacetime folds.
+
+◈
+
+During the event, EE-00059-1 was observed to behave in a manner that first resembled traditional EINSTEIN–
+ROSEN WORMHOLES, emitting unidentified matter and light, while otherwise resisting the inbound flow of
+
+normal matter and fatal to carbon-based life due to topological decoherence.
+
+[4]
+
+ Despite this, the region
+
+possessed a luminance several magnitudes greater than the predicted calculations implied, to an intensity only
+suggested to occur in WHITE HOLES, which have never been observed.
+
+Upon closer analysis, EE-00059-1 appeared to exert no measurable effect on the surrounding space, evidence
+that implied the anomaly had little or no gravitational field. This is more consistent with ELLIS DRAINHOLES,
+
+which are fully-transferable non-flat three-dimensional regions of simply connected spacetime folds.
+
+[5]
+
+ These
+
+paradoxical behaviors cannot co-exist simultaneously, as each feature creates physical consequence that
+
+manipulates the region's own scalar field into a state that, by definition, cannot support the initial conditions
+
+of the others.
+
+EE-00059-2 is a series of low-frequency transmissions which originated from the direction of EE-00059, during
+
+which EE-00059-1 was first observed. All transmissions were in an unknown language with phonetic structure
+
+bearing similarity to Sumerian and Mapudungun,
+
+[6]
+
+ however, said language also possessed unique dialectical
+
+attributes consisting of a complex creole of other, unknown lexicons, as well as an unfamiliar syntactical
+
+structure.
+
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+Congnitohazardous glyphs embedded within the broadcast were noted to cause increased
+
+contextual/conceptual understanding of the language, without need for direct translation. Thus, there is a
+
+high likelihood that anomalous broadcasting equipment was used to transmit the messages.
+
+See EE-00059-2 Transcript Logs, found in the attached .zip folder, for more information.
+
+END OF FILE
+
+  ◈  CD..
+
+◈ CD..
+
+Transcript Log 00059-2-1
+
+Note: This was the first transmission received during EE-00059, taking place over the course of thirty
+
+minutes. Only one party is heard speaking, labeled POI-00059-A.
+
+POI-00059-A: [STATIC]
+
+<BEGIN TRANSCRIPT>
+
+POI-00059-A: —[maybe/unsure] home hear All—[STATIC]—[boat/ship]. Fault, transmit none, cross
+
+tidal length.
+
+POI-00059-A: [STATIC]—spend less time, [mire/darkness] none far behind.
+
+POI-00059-A: No, [mire/darkness] left [boat/ship] alone—[STATIC]—true?
+
+POI-00059-A: [STATIC]—[maybe/unsure]. One, five.
+
+POI-00059-A: [Mire/Darkness], steal time, steal distance—[STATIC]
+
+POI-00059-A: Three, three. Understand, yet, [boat/ship] brethren—[STATIC]—fear [feel/register] into
+
+All.
+
+POI-00059-A: [STATIC]—How [feel/register] that?
+
+POI-00059-A: None, None—Impossible.
+
+POI-00059-A: [UNKNOWN; Obscenity?], Source-body exist [likewise/again]? How?
+
+POI-00059-A: Understand. Reorganize [UNKNOWN; Wheel?] walkway.
+
+<END TRANSCRIPT>
+
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+◈ CD..
+
+Transcript Log 00059-2-2
+
+Note: Conversation was recorded between two parties over a period of five minutes, labeled POI-00059-A
+
+and POI-00059-B. Context unknown.
+
+<BEGIN TRANSCRIPT>
+
+POI-00059-A: Source-copy walkway [catch/grasp] success. What regard Source?
+
+POI-00059-B: [UNKNOWN; Undone?].
+
+POI-00059-A: Great shame. How such find? [Machine/System] cast great [UNKNOWN; Wellspring?], yet
+
+still distance from equal. [Likewise/Again].
+
+POI-00059-B: [Machine/System] [seem/think] such. Yet, none [see/detect] here. [UNKNOWN; Wheel?]
+
+[maybe/unsure] breadcrumb [mire/darkness].
+
+POI-00059-A: Must swim through another [UNKNOWN; Wellspring?], [maybe/unsure] when
+[mire/darkness] may [see/detect] [boat/ship] brethren.
+
+POI-00059-B: None need—[STATIC]—[see/detect] some [wrong/strange] [UNKNOWN; Icon?], equal.
+Must stay.
+
+POI-00059-A: Understand [likewise/again], what—[STATIC]—[seem/think] cause?
+
+POI-00059-B: Desperate [choose/decide], danger within [see/detect] more, [seem/think]. State?
+
+POI-00059-A: [STATIC]—there? Four, seven. Still gather, none enough.
+
+POI-00059-B: [Feel/Register]—[STATIC]—alone. Make haste.
+
+POI-00059-A: Yet [maybe/unsure] into—[STATIC]—time. [Mire/Darkness] [see/detect] wave.
+
+POI-00059-B: [Mire/Darkness] [see/detect] either way.
+
+POI-00059-A: Yet regard [decide/choose]? Death mercy, none desire upon many passenger—
+
+[Broadcast is drowned out by multiple loud tones, cutting abruptly]
+
+<END TRANSCRIPT>
+
+◈ CD..
+
+Transcript Log 00059-2-3
+
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+Note: This is a short record of the last fragmented transmission recorded from the direction of EE-00059,
+
+during which EE-00059-1 was observed. This conversation took place over a period of ten minutes between
+
+two parties, labeled POI-00059-A and POI-00059-B.
+
+POI-00059-A: [STATIC]—Eight, one. Eight, four, [feel/register]?
+
+<BEGIN TRANSCRIPT>
+
+POI-00059-B: [Correct/Normal], yet need haste [egress/outside] circle, [responsibility/commitment]
+
+within [UNKNOWN; Bedrock?]. Men, immortal [likewise/again].
+
+Anomalous concentrations of gamma radiation begin emitting from EE-00059's approximate location.
+
+Stationed agents report fluctuations in the KBC VOID consistent with levels of dark matter annihilation
+required to manifest such effects, though nonlocality has never been observed in this manner.
+
+POI-00059-B: [Machine/System] [see/detect] [mire/darkness] imprint. Haste.
+
+POI-00059-A: [STATIC]—nine—[STATIC]—[likewise/again], nine, one, nine, three. Gather none enough
+
+wave into [push/start].
+
+POI-00059-B: Enemy [grasp/catch] soon, three [maybe/unsure] four—[STATIC]—[boat/ship] brethren,
+such distance, haste!
+
+Radiation is observed steadily increasing in concentration. Reports are received of heightened anomalous
+activity originating from the [DATA PURGED PER O5 REQUEST] and [DATA PURGED PER O5 REQUEST]
+
+voids, while observatories monitoring locations of interest in deep space report visual distortions and
+
+measurement errors implying the observable universe was growing steadily closer to the KBC Void. This
+
+effect continued for remainder of event, along with luminal boundary phenomena akin to that which is
+
+postulated to occur during interactions with the CAUCHY HORIZON of spacetime.
+
+POI-00059-B: [STATIC]—Move! Need [transport/movement], haste! [Catch/Grasp] persist yet
+
+protective [power/magic]!
+
+EE-00059-1 is observed opening. Two objects can be seen occulting the wormhole, presumed to be POI-
+
+00059-A and POI-00059-B, though they are too small to discern. Estimates place the two parties at ~.01 ly
+
+apart from one another. Despite the sudden manifestation of a celestial object in close vicinity to POI-
+
+00059-A and POI-00059-B, no additional gravitational forces are observed, the two parties instead fighting
+
+an unknown force pulling them in the direction of the KBC Void anomaly. The two objects are seen
+
+blueshifting far greater than expected in response.
+
+POI-00059-A: [UNKNOWN; Obscenity?]—Brethren, stay. [See/Detect] something—[STATIC]—none,
+
+none believe, [UNKNOWN; Current?] door [see/detect] into [fog/mist]!
+
+POI-00059-A: [Likewise/Again]! [See/Detect]—[STATIC]—thing?
+
+POI-00059-B: Understand, [likewise/again], yet regard [order/command]?
+
+POI-00059-A: [UNKNOWN; Invert?]?
+
+POI-00059-B: [STATIC]—bad [feel/register], [maybe/unsure] death—[STATIC]—impossible
+[choose/decide].
+
+POI-00059-A: [STATIC]—sorry, [UNKNOWN; Name?]. Only [choose/decide], die into [UNKNOWN;
+
+Empty?] when [choose/decide] none.
+
+POI-00059-A: Nine, five. None enough. None enough.
+
+POI-00059-B: Understand. Haste, brethren. [See/detect] All into Paradise.
+
+POI-00059-A: Paradise, [likewise/again].
+
+A several second pause is heard. Background noises suggest one or both parties are still transmitting.
+
+POI-00059-A: [UNKNOWN; Current?]—[STATIC]—left small. Tell All love, fortune.
+
+POI-00059-B: Good fortune.
+
+Another long pause. One of the objects is observed deviating from course and approaching EE-00059-1.
+
+Background noise persists, mostly in the form of heavy breathing, steady ventilation, and various
+
+tones/alarms. After a minute, a low, rattling groan is heard, akin to a large structure resisting strong
+
+winds, increasing in volume as the object travels towards the wormhole/away from the KBC Void anomaly.
+
+POI-00059-A: [STATIC]—close within [UNKNOWN; Shoreline?], brethren. All [STATIC]—could
+
+[see/detect], can't [catch/grasp] [correct/normal] word.
+
+POI-00059-B: What? What [see/detect]?
+
+POI-00059-A: [DISTORTED]—face. [DISTORTED]—[see/detect] [UNKNOWN; Name?] face! Blind vision
+
+—[DISTORTED]—[feel/register] fire. Fire! None—!
+
+POI-00059-A: [DISTORTED]
+
+POI-00059-B: [UNKNOWN; Name?] face? None understand, impossible. Please [likewise/again]—
+
+POI-00059-A: [SCREAMING]
+
+Object corresponding to POI-00059-A is seen rapidly redshifting, vanishing into EE-00059-1 moments later.
+
+POI-00059-B: [UNKNOWN; Obscenity?]! Need—Need [transport/movement], steady into walkway.
+
+[[UNKNOWN; Name?]! [Likewise/Again]? [Likewise/Again]!
+
+EE-00059-1 closes.
+
+POI-00059-B: [UNKNOWN; Current?] left. Where [boat/ship] brethren? Where—[STATIC]
+
+POI-00059-B: None [likewise/again]. [UNKNOWN; Obscenity?]!
+
+POI-00059-B: [STATIC]
+
+POI-00059-B: Transmit, All [UNKNOWN; Name?], mission within [UNKNOWN; Bedrock?] Survival
+[Transport/Movement] [Boat/Ship]. Enemy attack. [Mire/Darkness] only [UNKNOWN; Tendrils?]. Many
+
+remain, yet Source-body Earth [UNKNOWN; Undone?], left into [mist/fog]. [Maybe/Unsure]—[STATIC]—
+word within time. [Transport/Movement] into star [UNKNOWN; Cloud?] group ██-██-██.
+
+ Please. Any
+
+[7]
+
+All, [maybe/unsure]—[STATIC]—help. None home. None, yet. Neighbor brethren left into [rot/dissolve]
+
+within. Rest sit between [UNKNOWN; Empty?]. Then All found Her, [likewise/again]. Yet [mire/darkness]
+
+found All [likewise/again]. Why? How?
+
+Gamma radiation emissions reach the highest concentrations measured during EE-00059 as a massive
+
+distortion in spacetime is observed within the region of the KBC Void containing the constellation Indus.
+[8]
+
+An unknown form of luminescent blue-yellow matter  is seen emerging and uncoiling into a barb-like
+
+appendage. It begins stretching towards POI-00059-B, utilizing an advanced form of macro-scale quantum
+tunneling akin to theoretical STUTTER WARP drives. The entity is seen creating multiple wormholes in
+
+quick succession and red-greenshifting as it threads itself through them, covering large distances
+
+instantaneously.
+
+POI-00059-B: [Mire/Darkness] here. Have walkway through wave [push/start] [UNKNOWN; Wheel?].
+[Likewise/Again], [transport/movement] into group ██-██-██.
+
+POI-00059-B: [STATIC]—naki
+
+[9]
+
+ help All.
+
+At this point, object corresponding to POI-00059-B could not be seen, but was detected upon engaging an
+
+unknown superluminal warp drive, which caused minor cosmic gravitational fluctuations recorded by the
+
+Laser Interferometer Gravitational-Wave Observatory (LIGO) located in Hanford, Washington. The entity
+
+pursuing POI-00059-B reacted noticeably as well, retracting at high speed through the wormholes it
+
+created, all of which immediately dissipated. It then retreated through its incursion point and vanished.
+
+Visual distortions and equipment errors ceased shortly thereafter. No further relevant activity has been
+
+detected from EE-00059's origin.
+
+<END TRANSCRIPT>
+
+END OF FILE
+
+  ◈ CD..
+
+Exploration of EE-00059-1
+
+The Altruist-9 Probe, located in the Site-88 Astrophysics and Aerospace hangar.
+
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+ 
+On May 18th, 2027, the Foundation proposed the construction of the Altruist-9 deep space probe to observe the
+
+status of EE-00059's location, which was approved by a majority vote of the O5 Council.
+
+In the event of EE-00059-1's reemergence upon contact with the location, the Altruist-9's support structures
+
+and core payload
+
+[10]
+
+ are kept encased in an exotic polypeptide oligomer weave derived from the wreckage of
+
+SCP-001-E1. See SCP-001 for more information.
+
+◇ OPTIONAL SPECIFICATIONS AND ELABORATION
+
+In order to reach EE-00059 within a reasonable amount of time, the Altruist-9 was constructed with a
+
+prototype exotic faster-than-light (FTL) warp drive and high efficiency solar sails for complex maneuvers in a
+
+short distance. However, to minimize adverse quantum effects resulting from interaction between curved
+
+spacetime and the mixture of baryonic/non-baryonic matter used in the probe's inner construction, overall
+
+travel time will be increased drastically.
+
+UPDATE:
+
+The launch of Altruist-9 was successful, carried out on January 8th, 2038.
+
+UPDATE:
+
+On February 26th, 4783, the date of the Altruist-9's arrival into EE-00059's location, initial readings were
+
+recorded and proven to be non-anomalous. Moments later, however, activity from the region was detected;
+
+EE-00059-1 was seen manifesting adjacent to the probe, which was then piloted inside. The phenomenon once
+
+again ceased action after 102.0 seconds.
+
+Due to the atypical and intense nature of these manifolds, the Altruist-9 will likely not be recovered from
+
+contact with EE-00059-1. However, functional capabilities of the probe's inner core are considered to have
+
+survived traversal and will continue to make observations on EE-00059-1's opposite side until CONTACT IS
+
+REESTABLISHED ON AN UNSPECIFIED DATE.
+
+UPDATE: [DATA PURGED PER O5 REQUEST]
+
+END OF FILE
+
+  ◈ CD..
+
+001
+
+CONTAINMENT CLASS:
+ESOTERIC
+SECONDARY CLASS:
+NETZACH
+DISRUPTION CLASS: DARK
+RISK CLASS: NOTICE
+
+LEVEL1
+
+UNRESTRICTED
+
+1
+
+1
+
+ 
+ 
+ 
+SCP-001.
+
+SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: N/A
+
+[13]
+
+DESCRIPTION: SCP-001 is the planetary body known as Earth.
+
+Given that SCP-001 has existed for the entirety of human memory and written history, the anomalous
+
+improbability of Earth's nature as compared to all other planets in the observable universe investigated by
+
+the Foundation's TELLUS
+
+[14]
+
+ Program is regarded as "normal" within public perception.
+
+Personnel are to remind themselves daily of the anomalous nature of the planet, especially during times of
+
+perceived ennui in regards to their participation within the Foundation or when engaging in dissenting
+
+thought patterns. Personnel are to encourage one another to persevere through difficult workplace
+
+situations with the knowledge that the planet we inhabit is anomalous in its entirety and resists the order of
+
+civilization with chaos and aberration. Doing so has increased both productivity and containment success
+
+rates, the latter of which by over 12% in the last five years.
+
+SCP-001-E1 is the designation for the remains of a superluminal INTERSTELLAR ARK recovered during an
+
+archeological expedition in the Atacama Desert of Chile between 1922-1946, led by American Paleontologist
+Dr. Hubert ███████. ███████ reported his findings to the Society for American Archaeology, piquing
+
+the interest of a number of different parties.
+
+[15]
+
+The remaining fragments of the ship's outer hull and mechanical components were excavated and found to
+
+be comprised of highly durable exotic polymers which were unaffected by time and environmental exposure.
+
+Various dating methods have analyzed the material and yielded inconsistent results. Despite this, recovered
+
+information suggests the vessel was several billion years old.
+
+Fragments of structural material comprising SCP-001-E1's fuselage during transport for analysis. Section presumed to
+
+have been used for storage.
+
+Large areas of SCP-001-E1 were noted to have been converted into makeshift living space, implying the
+
+vehicle was intact and did not crash upon its arrival. In addition, remnants of personal effects such as
+
+clothing, electronics, and furniture were recovered and eventually contained, all possessing anomalous
+
+materials and abilities that resisted normal wear to varying degrees. Though the full size of the vessel is
+
+unknown, extrapolation from recovered sections of fuselage suggest it was capable of containing a
+
+substantial inventory of supplies and a population of anywhere from roughly 200,000-800,000, the remains
+
+of which decomposed naturally, aside from the individuals discovered within SCP-001-E2.
+
+Exotic superluminal drive before extraction from SCP-001-E1's propulsion systems, used as a reference in the Altruist-
+
+9's construction.
+
+SCP-001-E2 is a set of nine ten advanced cryogenic stasis pods discovered among the wreckage in a low-
+
+power "hibernation" mode during excavation of SCP-001-E1. Of the pods discovered, all but one were [DATA
+
+PURGED PER O5 REQUEST], with the final member, POI-001, possessing base physiology and brain activity
+
+expected from recovered imagery and records. POI-001's core tenets and general distrust of anomalous
+
+artifacts
+
+[16]
+
+ would establish the Foundation's presence on Earth as a force to contain aberrant objects,
+
+locations, and phenomena—beginning with those found inside SCP-001-E1.
+
+Also found among the rubble were several data storage devices which appeared to have been destroyed,
+
+despite being comprised of similar exotic materials as other items found inside SCP-001-E1, suggesting
+
+they may have been damaged with exotic/anomalous tools. Analysis was largely unsuccessful, with the only
+
+salvageable information recovered from a ~4.2 cm  fragment of compressed materials forming a complex,
+
+3
+
+multilayered information medium presented as a set of vertical data stacks. The information recovered from
+
+the interpreted fragment were then translated from their original language, comprised of Class I
+cognitohazardous glyphs that appear similar to the engravings found on SCP-093.
+
+[17]
+
+These glyphs cause a subjective "Rosetta Stone" effect in readers, allowing for advanced comprehension of
+
+the material regardless of known lexicons and proficiency. However, certain words and identifiers such as
+
+names are still uninterpretable, lacking equivalent meaning or contextual basis. Clinical language retains a
+
+structured yet atypical format, while colloquial language possesses both an unfamiliar creole and syntactic
+
+structure. Analysis of the language is ongoing.
+
+END OF FILE
+
+◇ P R O T E G A V E L A M E N
+
+◇ ACCESS FOOTNOTES
+
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+SCP001 » SCP001O5
+
+SCP001 is an O5's tae
+
+Good evening, Doctor.
+
+rating 157   X
+
+No, no, don't stand up. And, yes,  am who you think  am. Let's not make any more of this
+
+than it is. You know my number, and  know enough about you to make a dupicate that
+
+even your mother woudn't be abe to te apart from the rea you. No, that's not a threat,
+just a fact.
+
+Now, as to my business here, it seems you have stumbed upon something above your
+
+cearance. We, no, stumbed is not the right word. Dug up? Perhaps. And you are getting
+
+to the point where further digging woud end in some fairy etha gunshot wounds. This
+
+woud be a sad state of affairs, as you are otherwise quite a good researcher. Therefore,
+
+you are getting something very few peope in the Foundation ever get… an expanation.
+
+Yes, we were aerted when you first started digging into SCP001. Every researcher who's
+been around for a whie ooks into it. Most are satisfied when they uncover the ange with
+
+the faming sword, it's buried under enough eves. But then you started ooking into The
+
+Factory, and that is when  knew you woudn't stop. So, here it is, pain and simpe.
+
+The Factory is SCP001.
+
+But it wi never be written up. t was a choice  made eary on in the creation of the
+
+Foundation, and a choice  sti stand by. You researchers are far too curious. 'm not sure
+which scares me worse. That we' never understand the Factory… or that we one day wi.
+
+Ah we, 'm sure you're eager to earn more.
+
+The Factory was buit in 185. Back then it was known as The Anderson Factory, named
+
+after James Anderson, a rather wetodo industriaist. t was buit in, we, we' just say
+
+America, and was the argest factory yet designed, a good mie across at its widest, three
+
+stories ta throughout, with a specia seven story tower by the front gate that Anderson
+ived in. t was designed to be the utimate factory, capabe of taking care of everything,
+
+incuding the housing of workers. Peope coud be born, work, ive, and die, without ever
+
+eaving the confines of the Factory. And work they did, on everything from catte raising
+≡
+and saughtering, to texties, to everything ese under the sun.
+
+Now, no one knows whether James Anderson was actuay a Satan worshiper. t's just as
+
+ikey that he foowed some kind of Pagan gods. What is known is that he was VERY exact
+in the buiding of his factory, and in the pacement of his machinery within it. Survivors
+
+caim the foor was engraved with arcane symbos, that were ony visibe when bood
+
+fowed across them… But then the survivors caimed a ot of things. What is known is that
+
+Anderson made his money on the bood and sweat, and sometimes body parts of the
+
+ower cass. His journas indicate he thought of them as ess than human, being put on this
+Earth ony to serve his wi.
+
+Of course, at that time, no one knew about his prediections, and so peope focked to the
+
+Factory. A pace to both work and ive at the same time? We, of course peope wanted in!
+
+Never mind the harsh hours, working conditions, sadistic security force, and a the rest.
+
+Factory workers were forced to work 1 hour days, work ony shutting down on Sundays,
+
+between sunrise and sunset. Workers were not given individua rooms, instead sharing
+rooms with eight other peope, seeping in shifts of three. Medica attention was unheard
+
+of. f you were injured in the course of your duties, which most peope were, you were
+
+expected to just keep working. Anyone too injured to work was dragged off by the
+
+security, never to be heard from again.
+
+For forty years, the Anderson Factory cranked out a sorts of things for peope. Meat,
+
+cothes, weapons. Never mind that the beef might be mixed with human. Don't care that
+the weapons were forged in bood. No attention need be paid that the cothes were dyed
+
+with…we, you get the idea. Rumors eaked out, but the products were so good, why
+
+bother? Unti someone got out.
+
+ never met the brave sou who managed to escape, but she managed to meet with
+
+President Grant, and, in 1875, he enisted my aid. At the time  was… we, it doesn't
+matter. We' say  was miitary, kind of, and that my peope were the same. A hundred and
+
+fifty good men and some few women, who were often given jobs that weren't supposed to
+
+be common knowedge. We'd been ceaning out some Confederate hodouts, and some of
+
+the worse things we found down South. So, we did some research, didn't ike what we
+
+saw, and went in, oaded for bear.
+
+ don't actuay remember much about the night it a went down. Most of it bends
+together in my head.  get fashes, sometimes, of the peope chained to the ine, iving
+
+next to dead, and damned hard to te which was which. Chidren working underneath
+
+machines, the majority of the fesh scoured from their bones by the great whees and
+
+cogs. And the other things…
+
+No, 'm a right.  haven't thought about that night for a very ong time. The security force
+
+wasn't much of a probem. But then Anderson's creations showed up. He'd been taking
+the injured workers and, we, experimenting on them. Men, if you coud ca them men,
+
+with mutipe arms, sewn together, some of them combined with animas, horribe
+
+monstrosities out of mankind's worst nightmares. They kept coming, wave after wave of
+
+not quite iving creatures.  ost a ot of good peope that night. And then we found
+≡
+Anderson's breeding pits, girs as young as eight, chained to the was, forced to be
+nothing more than
+
+'m sorry. Even today, more than a century ater, the memory makes me see red. When we
+finay found Anderson cowering in his office, we hung him from his tower window, with
+
+his own entrais. As he died, he aughed, saying it didn't matter, we coud ki him, but his
+
+factory, The Factory, woud go on. He was sti aughing 2 hours ater when we finay cut
+
+him down, had him drawn and quartered, and then burned the remains. The entire time he
+
+uttered basphemies that  don't ike to think about.
+
+We spent a week ceaning that pace out, freeing the workers, putting down the things we
+found in the basements and many ightess rooms. We pued out things that were usefu,
+
+stocked them in a house near the gate, tried to make sense of everything. A hundred and
+
+fifty of us went into that he pit that night, and ony ninetythree came out. By the end of
+
+that week, we were down to seventyone.
+
+But the things we found in there, my god. We, you've been with the Foundation a whie,
+
+they woudn't seem as amazing to you, but we found toy guns that shot rea buets. A yo
+yo that woud fay the skin from anyone it touched, hammers that ony worked on human
+
+fesh. A breed of skeeta horse that ran faster than anything we'd ever seen. Coaks that
+
+seemed woven from the night itsef, and et men access a shadowy dimension that…  get
+
+away from mysef. We found toos, both wondrous and horribe. And we were faced with a
+
+choice.
+
+ gathered my highest ranking, we, we' ca them officers, to me, and we tried to figure
+
+out what we woud do. They a had opinions. The Chapain, he had gone a itte crazed.
+
+Thought a these objects must be miraces sent from god, hoy reics to be worshipped.
+
+Marsha and his itte toady Dawkins thought there was a fortune to be made here, making
+
+and seing these things to the highest bidder. The njun we a caed Bass, due to his
+deep speaking voice, he caed these things an abomination, and decared that we shoud
+
+hunt down and destroy everything we coud find. And Smith thought we shoud take this
+
+stuff back to the president. The ony one without an opinion was the od man, but he never
+
+said much of anything anyways. We argued for hours, days, trying to work it out. Me, 
+
+thought we were sitting on a god mine, a right. But that we coud use these things, these
+objects, to hunt down some of the scary things we'd run into down South, the other
+
+monsters this word had to offer, and use this factory for good, as a pace to contain these
+
+things, find a way to make them work for our feow man, or at east protect our feow man
+
+from having to dea with them.
+
+'m sure you can figure out what happened. The Chapain snuck away in the night with his
+
+devotees, taking a coupe of sma items with him. Marsha we kicked out when we found
+him… abusing his authority. He promised he'd get revenge, and that itte Dawkins shit ed
+
+the rest of their group off with some of the juicier items. Bass and his peope tried to ight
+
+the whoe damn thing on fire, then just eft when it didn't work. And Smith eft, to report
+
+back to the president.  did manage to get him to promise me he'd te Grant the Factory
+
+had been destroyed.  had big pans for that pace.
+
+A'course, it was kinda hard to foow through on big pans when you ony have 12 other
+≡
+peope to work with. But it was a start.
+
+And it worked, for a whie. We had these amazing toys, and finding peope to work with us
+
+was easy. Back then, going off the grid was as simpe as eaving town. We knew what we
+wanted, we knew what we coud be.
+
+Leventha set out getting us backing. A simpe invention here, some we invested money
+
+there, it a worked out. White and Jones set out getting us… other backing. n our
+
+previous work we'd found out some interesting things about peope. Some secrets that
+
+powerfu men didn't want getting out. And, with our new position heping keep secrets, we
+
+got more peope asking us to dea with their secrets. Backmai is a dirty word, but it
+works. Bright, Argent and Lumineux got to work cataoging the items. Light and Bright's
+
+wife, the nurse, they made sure we kept ourseves heathy. Heh. No, it's just, remembering
+
+Light. She had such unusua ideas about hygiene, for the time. Briiant woman. Czov,
+
+Feischer and Carnoff deat with training the troops. Tesa and Tamin were in charge of
+
+figuring out how to take advantage of the items, without making it obvious.
+
+We were amazing. The city we buit around the Factory, which we took to caing Site
+Apha, was sef supporting. Agents, researchers, operatives of a sorts… not by those
+
+names, of course, but those positions. We expanded.
+
+…
+
+'m sorry,  am an od man.  know  do not ook it, but the body ies. The mind… doesn't
+
+aways remember right. And sometimes  get ost in my memories. Things get confused.
+
+But, the ong and simpe of it is this We used the Factory. t aways seemed to have more
+empty rooms to store things in. Back then, that was the word for them, things. No Skips
+
+then, no. We thought we had the Factory tamed. That's one of the reasons  refuse to quit
+
+this job. f there's anything  can do here, it's remind peope that we wi NEVER tame
+
+these things. Contain them, yes, but as we saw with Abe, tame them? Never.
+
+After a decade or so, we were pretty organized. The 1 origina of us were being caed by
+
+numbers, not names. We knew how to make things work. And, if a thing or two vanished
+inside of the Factory, sti? And the occasiona Dcass? What? Yes, we had Dcass back
+
+then. Disposabes. That's where the D comes from. Had to have someone to test things
+
+on, Tesa and Tamin were both very firm about that. But, yes, sometimes we ost peope
+
+who didn't matter. Adam… sorry, Dr. Bright, was fond of saying it was the Factory taking its
+
+to. You can't get something for nothing.
+
+111 was when it a went wrong. Things… we caed them faeries. An entire race of things,
+iving beside us. They coud ook the same as you or . The ony obvious difference was
+
+an aergy to ron. Yes, that's why we caed them faeries. No, you haven't heard of them.
+
+Why? Because it's the one time the Foundation wiped out an entire race of things. Root
+
+and branch. And 'm the one who did it.
+
+We'd been hunting them for some time. We'd run into them a time or two before, come out
+
+on top. So, when a certain roya asked us for hep, of course we were eager to get them in
+
+our debt. We've aways oved having peope in our debt. We sent a team to hep out, take
+≡
+care of what we thought was a hunting party. The next time we saw them, their heads
+were on poes, attached to the saddes of the creatures the Faeries rode, when they
+attacked the Factory.
+
+t was horribe.
+
+Three words, but they convey so much.  have never… 'm sorry, pease, give me a
+
+moment. 've never tod this part to anyone. You shoud consider yoursef ucky. And, if
+
+you ever te anyone any of what  am about to impart on you,  wi not just ki you, but
+
+everyone who shares your DNA, in the worst ways possibe. You' think Procedure 110
+
+Montauk is a wak in the park compared to what  do to you.
+
+We ost. The things came, and they destroyed us. Rode over our empacements,
+saughtered our peope, shrugged off our weapons ike they were nothing.  watched my
+
+thirteen go down, eft and right, just trying to hod the Factory. And ? , their eader, their
+
+friend, their father figure? Godfather to the Bright's four young chidren. Confidant,
+
+sometimes over, aways the confessor?  ran.  ran ike a scared itte schoo boy, deep
+
+into the dark guts of the Factory.  was chased by the things, aways just one step ahead. 
+coud hear them behind me, fee their breath upon my neck, and …
+
+ came to a door 'd never seen before. A bronze door, covered in Arabic script of some
+
+sort. 've never been one for anguages, especiay not the curvy bushit the mussemen
+
+use. But  didn't care. They were coming for me, and  threw the door open and dived
+
+through it. Everything inside… was different. There was a feeing of peace, that nothing
+coud hurt me here. The ight was this dark red, but sti fet right. My ears were fied with
+
+the steady thrumming of a gigantic heartbeat. And, in front of me, were the remains of
+
+Anderson. t spoke to me then, but ' be damned if  coud te you exacty what it said.
+
+What it tod me was more meaning, than exact. t offered me hope. t tod me… it tod me
+
+that each of the things we had used from the Factory, no matter what we did with them,
+fed it. Heped it grow. But, if the Faeries took the Factory, they woud destroy it, and we
+
+coudn't have that. t offered me… a dea. t coud remove this event. Make it have never
+
+happened. A  needed to give it was… us.
+
+ didn't want to.  knew it was a bad idea. But then,  saw them again, my famiy, my
+
+friends, dead. Dead by the hands of those bastards…  agreed. t smied. And  found
+
+mysef once more upon the ramparts, watching the horde of Faeries crest the hi. My
+Foundation aive once more. n my hands was a weapon.  won't bore you with the detais,
+
+but we saughtered them. And, with these new weapons, continued to saughter them,
+
+everywhere they ived, everywhere they bred. My feow O5s questioned my decision,
+
+thinking we shoud save some, in case we might ever need them…  overrued them.
+
+We moved away from the Factory. Shut it down. Moved our things out of there. We
+
+changed the name from things to Specia Containment Protocos, focusing on containing
+them, not… anything ese. The others were curious, but understood  had my reasons. 
+
+boarded up the Factory. Locked it shut. Buried it under a ton of rubbe, saying it was too
+
+dangerous.  thought… thought 'd gotten away with it. Unti  found a thing on my desk.
+≡
+One of the od toy guns that shot rea buets. And it had the Factory abe on it.
+
+… 've sent peope in, from time to time, to see what it might be doing. Last time  sent
+
+peope in to ook, there was nothing there. We keep finding Factory items out there.  can't
+hep but think of how many more we don't find. The peope who use them, and keep it
+
+hidden.  think back to the body teing me how each item used gave energy to the
+
+Factory.  never asked it 'energy for what?'  don't think  want to know.
+
+What do we give it? Dcass, mosty. Where DD you think a those bodies went? There's
+
+a pace. Bodies are eft, and they vanish. Everyone thinks 'm a genius for figuring it out.
+
+Sometimes… sometimes  have to feed it other things. Researchers. Agents. They never
+know it's coming. t just reaches out and takes them.
+
+But, in the end, we're doing more good by being here. Whatever the Factory wants,
+
+whatever it S… We're doing good here.  have to beieve that.
+
+And now you know. Are you happy?  didn't think so. Why te you? 'm getting od,
+
+Everett. Shoud  die, someone wi have to keep feeding it. Maybe you' be different.
+
+Maybe you' figure out how to stand up to it.
+
+… But  doubt it.
+
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+
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+
+https//scpwiki.com/scp001o5. Licensed under CCBYSA.
+
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+
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+
+Dr Cef's Proposa
+
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+rating 27   X
+
+tem # SCP001
+
+Object Cass Eucid/Keter
+
+Specia Containment Procedures
+
+Because of the nature of SCP001, no
+
+containment procedures are necessary.
+2/7 monitoring of SCP001 is to take
+
+pace from a safe 10 km distance
+
+from a predetermined ocation Site 0.
+
+The ocation of Site 0 is known ony to
+
+the current SCP Administrator and the
+singe Overseereve Agent of
+
+Abrahamic faith O51 assigned to
+
+monitor SCP001 from Site 0. Said
+
+Agent is authorized to take any action
+
+necessary shoud SCP001 become
+active, and is required to immediatey
+
+aert the Administrator and a other
+
+Overseereve agents shoud SCP001
+
+SCP001 photographed from the vantage point
+at Site 0. Note the four faming "wing"
+appendages ocated above and to either side
+
+of the figure.
+
+show any change in behavior, as this may constitute the beginning of a PATMOS XKcass
+
+endoftheword scenario.
+
+Shoud SCP001 become active in any way, personne are required to immediatey consut
+the Patmos series of Emergency Orders. Decoding agorithms for Emergency Order
+
+Patmos are to be maintained onsite at Site 0 in the possession of the designated
+
+observer, and are to be transmitted to SCP Foundation offices ony in the event of SCP
+
+001 becoming active. Foundation Personne with vita roes in one or more variants of
+
+Emergency Procedure PATMOS are to be advised to take the foowing precautions
+
+To maintain good reations with one or more organized Abrahamic faiths.
+
+To maintain, on hand, a suppy of the foowing hoy water, a rosary, crucifix, cross,
+
+prayer rug, or other symbo bessed by an Abrahamic ceric of bishop or equivaent
+
+higher rank, a copy of Abrahamic scriptures Torah, Bibe, Quran, and standard
+
+emergency suppies in mobie form bugout bag.
+
+≡
+
+n case of a premienia rapture scenario, a vita personne are to designate a
+secondary operative of nonAbrahamic faith. Said secondary operative is to be
+
+informed of the ocation of the primary designate's copy of Emergency Procedure
+
+PATMOS and memetic ki agent innocuant, and is to be kept on ready status to take
+
+over the primary's duties as necessary.
+
+To maintain famiiarity with a other SCPs invoved in possibe PATMOS XKcass
+endoftheword scenarios.
+
+Description SCP001 is a humanoid entity, approximatey seven hundred 700 cubits in
+
+height, ocated in an undiscosed ocation near the intersection of the Tigris and Euphrates
+
+rivers. The foowing features are known about the entity
+
+A number of uminous, wingike appendages emerging from the shouders, back,
+
+tempes, ankes, and wrists of the entity. Athough an accurate count has never been
+
+estabished, most observers pace the number of wings at anywhere from two 2
+through one hundred and eight 108, with the mean number being four .
+
+A weapon, possiby a sword or knife SCP0012. The weapon appears to emit
+
+fames at a temperature rivaing that of the sun, based on spectrographic anaysis,
+
+athough there appear to be no destructive effects from the intense heat on the
+
+surrounding area. Any entity that approaches within 1 km of SCP001 is immediatey
+struck by the weapon and obiterated from existence. Any and a hostie actions
+
+taken towards SCP001 have resuted in the annihiation of the attacker, regardess
+
+of range see incident report re ndian Ocean Submarine Missie Experiment,
+
+December 2, 200
+
+SCP001 appears to be standing with its head bowed in a gesture of suppication
+with SCP0012 hed in both hands pointdown in front of it. Since originay
+
+recorded by the Founder over DATA REDACTED years ago, SCP001 has not
+
+deviated from this stance.
+
+Human beings exposed to SCP001 report hearing a voice in their heads, giving
+them a directive which the subject reports cannot be disobeyed. The most common
+
+directive is "FORGET", which resuts in the subject waking away from SCP001 with
+
+no memory of having encountered it. On rare occasions, however, other directives
+
+have been given the most famous of these is the one given to the Founder
+
+"PREPARE", which he has caimed formed the impetus for founding DATA
+REDACTED to cataog and contain any and a supernatura and/or paranorma
+
+artifacts that represent a serious threat to the current existence of humanity. This is
+
+the organization now known as the SCP Foundation.
+
+Observers have reported that SCP001 appears to be standing in front of a gate of
+
+immense proportions. Longrange photographs have occasionay detected what
+appears to be a pastora grove within, containing numerous other entities of the
+
+same composition as SCP001, as we as severa fruit trees of unknown
+
+composition. Of particuar note are two fruit trees of immense proportion near what
+
+appears to be the center of the grove one, it is noted, appears to be an ordinary
+
+appe tree, athough the other bears a fruit unknown on earth, described as DATA
+
+EXPUNGED.
+
+≡
+
+t is the avowed beief of the Founder that the gate which SCP001 guards may be the
+
+gate to EXPUNGED based on correations with ancient Babyonian texts and the Dead
+Sea Scros. n which case, one can deduce that the entity known as SCP001 may be
+
+EXPUNGED.
+
+Addendum 001a Experimentation re SCP0012's effective ki range
+
+1. EXPERMENT A 1 CassD personne instructed to approach SCP001 as cosey as
+
+possibe on foot.
+
+Resut Upon making visua contact with SCP001, subject is ordered to "LEAVE." Subject
+
+immediatey turns away from entity and waks away. Despite repeated orders to continue
+
+the experiment, Cass D Personne refuses to obey and is terminated. Upon termination of
+CassD personne, a research staff invoved are immediatey obiterated by an unknown
+
+force, presumaby SCP0012.
+
+2. EXPERMENT B 1 remoteoperated research robot guided to approach SCP001 from
+
+the ground.
+
+Resut Upon approaching within 1 km of SCP001, research robot is obiterated,
+presumaby by SCP0012. A further attempts at remote reconnaissance have the same
+
+resut.
+
+. EXPERMENT C 100 preprogrammed research drones instructed to approach SCP001
+
+from mutipe anges simutaneousy.
+
+Resut Coordination is successfu, and a 100 drones cross the 1 km mark simutaneousy;
+
+however, a 100 are simutaneousy obiterated by SCP0012. Designated observer at Site
+0 reports that SCP0012 appeared to "strike in a directions at once." SCP001 did not
+
+deviate from its stance whie this took pace.
+
+. EXPERMENT D Wireguided missie fired from a distance of  km.
+
+Resut SCP0012 obiterates weapon upon crossing the 1km mark, simutaneousy
+
+obiterating the aunch site and kiing a personne.
+
+5. EXPERMENT E MutiWarhead ntercontinenta Baistic Missie fired from SCP nucear
+
+submarine "Nautius."
+Resut See ndian Ocean Submarine Missie Experiment, December 2, 200
+
+. EXPERMENT F SCP07 and Task Force Omega 7 instructed to approach SCP001 on
+
+foot.
+
+Resut SCP07 refuses to carry out mission, despite not being informed of the mission's
+
+nature. Upon being asked why, SCP07 repies, "No. Just no."
+
+7. EXPERMENT G SCP07. Due to the resuts of experiment F, SCP07 was not
+
+informed of his destination unti arriving at Site 0.
+Resut SCP07 approached the site on foot. Upon seeing SCP001, SCP07 became
+
+distressed and asked to abort. SCP07 was ordered to continue. At that point, the symbo
+
+on SCP07's forehead became DATA EXPUNGED. Experiment was terminated due to
+≡
+DATA EXPUNGED. See Addendum 001aa.
+
+Addendum 001aa By executive order of the Administrator, no further experiments are to
+
+be carried out re SCP001. No further SCPs are to be exposed to SCP001. SCP001 is not
+to be used to dispose of dangerous SCPs. Pease see revised containment procedures for
+
+detais.
+
+ADDENDUM On ████████, the foowing errant transmission was received by
+Foundation personne
+
+NTATE EMERGENCY PROCEDURE PATMOSOMEGA
+
+ATTN A Foundation Personne.
+
+The foowing message was received at approximatey ████████ this
+morning from Site 0.
+
+SCP-001 has left its location. The Gate is Open. They are
+
+riding forth.
+Oh G_d, it's so beautiful…
+
+thelordreigneththelordhasreignedthelordshallreignforeverthe
+
+lordrei
+gneththelordhasreignedthelordshallreignforeverthelordreigne
+ththel
+
+ordhasreignedthelordshallreignforeverthelordheisgodthelordh
+eisgod
+thelordheisgodthelordheisgodthelordheisgodthelordheisgodthe
+
+lord
+heisgodthelordheisgodHEAROISRAELTHELORDOURGODTHELORDISONE
+
+Because of this event's confuence with the recent breach of SCP5, the
+opening of SCP1, and the activation of SCP08, the Foundation is
+
+required to immediatey begin preparations for an XKcass endofthe
+
+word scenario. SCP07 and SCP07 are to be secured immediate��y. A
+
+personne are to unock and decode Emergency Order PatmosOmega,
+
+and foow a orders within. Site 1 is to be secured, and a nonessentia
+SCPs and personne terminated and/or destroyed. Repeat, because of this
+
+event's confuence with the recent breach of SCP5, the opening of
+
+SCP1, and the activation of SCP08, the Foundation is required to
+
+immediatey begin preparations for an XKcass endoftheword
+
+scenario. SCP07 and SCP07 are to be secured immediatey. A
+personne are to unock and decode Emergency Order PatmosOmega,
+
+and foow a orders within. Site 1 is to be secured, and a nonessentia
+
+SCPs and personne terminated and/or destroyed. Repeat, because of this
+
+≡
+
+event's confuence with the recent breach of SCP5, the opening of
+
+SCP1, and the aktivation of SCP08, the Foundation is rekwired to
+
+immediateebegin preprrations ffr an XKcass endofthewordsenario.
+SCP07 and SCP07 re to be secured immediatey Cain and Abe my
+
+two sons,  amcoming a personne are to unock and decode behod, 
+
+stand at the gate and knock and if anyanayansdfysffoow
+
+aa aa
+
+khaf22!$$andisawanewheavenandanewearthandthefruitofofof
+^&#$##$#$███████
+█████████
+
+█████████
+
+█████████
+███ SGNAL LOST
+
+Upon contacting Site 0, O51 responded that no such message had been sent from his
+
+ocation and that SCP001 remained inert. The transmission was initiay determined to be
+a hoax. However, cose examination of the transmission reveas a timestamp dated DATA
+
+REDACTED years in the future. t is theorized that DATA EXPUNGED.
+
+Other popuar works by this author
+
+Cite this page as
+
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+
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+
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+
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+
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+
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+rating 825   X
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+tem designation number #82AR001
+
+Warning tem dispays aggressive and dangerous behavior
+
+Description of item
+
+ʼ5ˮ ta, 7 bs average, varies by 510 bs higher or ower, unknown age, greybrown
+
+skin may be bruising, eye ? coor miky bue, no hair. Emaciated appearance, bone and
+
+musce structure unike any recorded species. Legs are ong and thin, ending in sharp
+back points. Three fingers on each hand, aso ending in back points. Legs and arms are
+
+twice as ong as torso. No reproductive organs, ana orifice, ears, nose, or pores anywhere
+
+on body. Head is spherica, very arge in proportion to body, neck appears too thin to
+
+support head. Mouth extends hafway around head, no ips. Twentyone 21 teeth,
+
+spaced randomy around mouth; many appear broken, rotten, or chipped. “Eyeˮ is a arge,
+bashaped, mikybue sphere presumaby kept in the head or throat. Appears to “roˮ
+
+into the mouth when mouth is open. Has no pupi or iris.
+
+Detai of current containment
+
+Room is eadined and kept it with foodights. Temperature is kept at 8 degrees, with
+
+100% humidity. Room is seaed with a reinforced stee bast door. Outer area patroed by
+
+guards with highpowered strobes. Anybody entering the containment room shoud carry
+
+a strobe and wear weding gogges. Any person attempting to remove the item or enter
+without authorization is to be shot on sight.
+
+Report
+
+Recovered in Guatemaa eary this week. First reported as a “demonˮ seen by severa boys
+
+on a rura road. Appeared to be sick or injured. Boys reported seeing the creature panting
+
+and jerking its egs. Creature then raised its head and exposed its “eyeˮ. Boys ran home,
+
+reporting to oca aw enforcement. Severa reports of “horribe roaringˮ or “shrieksˮ from
+ocas over severa days. Tweve peope admitted to oca hospita with severe radiation
+
+poisoning, and seven reported missing. Recovery team assembed, headed by Genera
+
+Machoi and dispatched from base ADRX1. Reports to Overseers from recovery team
+
+after standard containment faiure ed to additiona containment protocos, deveoped by
+≡
+Dr. Hermann Keter. Dr. Keter was unfortunatey kied in initia testing, after which creature
+was moved to ADRX1.
+
+Creature appears to be abe to create microsinguarities, using them both as a form of
+teeportation and defense. These singuarities disappear severa seconds after creation,
+
+but emit massive amounts of radiation and cause severe damage to the surrounding area.
+
+The “eyeˮ appears to contro these manifestations, as it has aways had the eye exposed
+
+when creating a singuarity. Omnivorous, it views humans as a food suppy. Creature
+
+shows signs of extreme fear and sickness in the presence of high heat, humidity, or
+bright/fashing ight. Creature appears unabe to teeport through ead, and cannot form
+
+singuarities when in its “sickˮ state. When “weˮ, it is an extremey fast and cunning
+
+being, and has kied severa recovery agents with both its singuarities and caws. Emits
+
+occasiona shrieking sounds; a attempts to communicate have faied.
+
+Addendum Additiona objects reported, Overseers considering conversion of ADRX1 to
+
+a dedicated recovery and containment faciity. Reports may need censorship for reasons
+of security.
+
+Cite this page as
+
+"Dr Gears' Proposa" by Dr Gears, from the SCP Wiki. Source
+https//scpwiki.com/drgearssproposa. Licensed under CCBYSA.
+
+For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read
+about icensing poicy, see the Licensing Guide.
+
+001proposa bioogica esotericcass gravity humanoid
+murdermonster predatory radioactive scp teeportation
+
+Edit Rate 825 Tags Discuss 10 History
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+
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02-March-2025_txt/scp-001-CODE NAME Dr. Mann - The Spiral Path-Dr. Mann's Proposal - SCP Foundation.txt

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+≡
+
+SCP Foundation
+SCP Foundation
+
+Secure, Contain, Protect
+Secure, Contain, Protect
+
+About Community Resources Sister Sites
+
+Dr. Mann's Proposa
+
+SCP001 » Dr. Mann's Proposa
+
+Create account or Sign in
+
+Search
+
+rating 817   X
+
+tem # SCP001
+
+Object Cass Emba
+
+Containment Procedures SCP001 is
+
+contained on the grounds of Site 0, in
+
+upstate REDACTED. A fence has been
+constructed around the perimeter of
+
+SCP001's observed effects. n
+
+addition to Site 0's security, no fewer
+
+than five armed guards are to be
+
+One portion of SCP001
+
+present at a times to prevent
+unauthorized entry. The adjoining physics aboratory wi be manned at a hours, studying
+
+any anomaies.
+
+A sma meta paque bearing an inscription wi be maintained in good condition. Any
+
+damage is to be immediatey reported to maintenance.
+
+Description SCP001 is a circuar grave path in a wooded area. When traveed in a
+
+countercockwise direction, the trai is continuousy uphi, even after reaching the
+
+origina point. When traveed in a cockwise direction, the trai shows the same amount of
+uphi and downhi trave, as expected.
+
+Leve 5 cearance is required to access SCP001ʼs experiment og.
+
+New members of Overseer Counci are required to read Document 001O5.
+
+Cite this page as
+
+"Dr. Mann's Proposa" by DrEverettMann, from the SCP Wiki. Source
+https//scpwiki.com/drmannsproposa. Licensed under CCBYSA.
+
+‡ Hide Licensing / CitationFor information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read
+≡
+about icensing poicy, see the Licensing Guide.
+
+Fiename path005.png
+
+Author Bi Henderson origina, S D Locke edits
+
+License CC BYSA 2.0
+Source Link
+
+https//commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/FieTrack_through_the_woods_eadi
+
+ng_down_from_Lounds_Hi__geograph.org.uk__28272.jpg
+
+001proposa esotericcass ocation scp spatia
+
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+
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02-March-2025_txt/scp-001-CODE NAME Jonathan Ball - Sheaf of Papers-Jonathan Ball's Proposal - SCP Foundation.txt

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+≡
+
+SCP Foundation
+SCP Foundation
+
+Secure, Contain, Protect
+Secure, Contain, Protect
+
+About Community Resources Sister Sites
+
+Jonathan Ba's Proposa
+
+SCP001 » Jonathan Ba's Proposa
+
+tem # SCP001
+
+Object Cass Keter
+
+Create account or Sign in
+
+Search
+
+rating 100   X
+
+Specia Containment Procedures To date, no adequate containment procedure has been
+
+deveoped to dea with the possibe threat posed by SCP001. This is due, in part, to the
+
+controversia nature of the item and debates concerning the necessity of its containment.
+This controversy is refected in the itemʼs changing object cass and the procedures
+
+utiized in its containment. The current administration, despite charges of paranoia, has
+
+cassed the object Keter, whie requesting permission for a higher object cass to be
+
+created and appied uniquey to this item, considering it to be the most dangerous of a
+
+known or possibe items. The reason for this cassification and changing attitudes towards
+SCP001 are deat with in the description and notes.
+
+At present, SCP001 is ocated in a codeocked briefcase made of a hightensie
+
+reinforced poymer. The room and the briefcase are monitored at a times by security
+
+cameras. The briefcase cannot be opened without unanimous specia cearance from a
+
+current O5 officers. The briefcase itsef is stored in a sma, fuy it, singeroom offsite
+buiding erected in ███ ██████ ██████. Cass D personne are posted to guard the
+buiding but may not enter without the aforementioned agreement from the O5 officers,
+
+under threat of immediate termination. This offsite buiding exists for the soe purpose of
+
+housing SCP001 and is wired for detonation in an emergency.
+
+t is the opinion of the current administration that SCP001 represents the greatest threat
+
+to nationa and goba security known to exist. Nevertheess, due to specia circumstances
+
+regarding its mode of function, further research on the item is disaowed, despite its
+promotion in the past, when SCP001 was contained in minimum security conditions.
+
+Description SCP001 is a simpe sheaf of papers, staped together in the top eft corner.
+
+The top sheet is a covering sheet reading simpy, “Confidentia Report on Specia tems
+
+Cassified.ˮ The number of subsequent papers staped to this covering sheet is
+
+indeterminate, and have ranged from three to thirty. The report is unsigned and its origin is
+unknown.
+
+The first appearance of this report was on ███████ █, ████, when it appeared on the
+≡
+desk of ████████ █████ deceased. The report at that time described “The ‘Livingʼ
+Roomˮ SCP002. Shorty after reading the report with increduity, ████████ █████ was
+contacted by phone regarding said item. The next time ████████ █████ perused SCP
+001, it described not “The ‘Livingʼ Roomˮ but “Bioogica Motherboardˮ SCP00.
+████████ █████ immediatey cosed SCP001, thinking it was a different report, and
+searched for the origina report on SCP002. Not finding it, he again opened SCP001, and
+
+this time it described not SCP00 but “The 12 Rusty Keys and the Doorˮ SCP00.
+████████ █████ cosed the report once more and opened it immediatey, to read of
+“Skeeton Keyˮ SCP005. t is not known what the next actions of ████████ █████
+might have been. At varying times foowing this incident, the aforementioned items were
+
+discovered.
+
+nsufficient research exists concerning the correation between SCP001 and a other
+
+known items. However, it has been estabished that every event regarding the discovery of
+a new SCP item has foowed a report on that same item appearing beneath the cover
+
+sheet of SCP001. The current administration regards this coincidence as proof of causa
+
+connection.
+
+Additiona Notes Whether SCP001 is to be regarded as an advancewarning system or
+
+whether SCP001 itsef is to be regarded as the creator of the items requiring specia
+
+containment remains to be seen. However, the distinction is unimportant in the eyes of the
+current administration. The fact remains no new SCP items appear uness SCP001 is
+
+opened and read. t is for this reason that the current administration refuses to repeat the
+
+mistakes of the past, mistakes that have resuted in over one thousand SCP items coming
+
+to the knowedge of the SCP unit.
+
+Arguments concerning the nonethaity of SCP001 itsef, its theoreticay beneficia use
+as an SCP warning system, or its use as a progenitor of advanced bioogica and non
+
+bioogica weapons have not swayed the current administration. Nor have arguments
+
+criticizing the extreme containment procedures empoyed in respect to an item that
+
+dispays no nefarious quaities and is not animate as such. Critics are reminded that these
+
+procedures are intended not to contain the item itsef, but to isoate it from human
+interaction, which is to be regarded as the true threat.
+
+Athough the current administration refuses to remove the object from isoation barring
+
+specia authorization as noted above, past administrations have counseed daiy with the
+
+item, and future administrations wi no doubt counse simiar behavior. Nevertheess, it is
+
+the opinion of the current administration that, barring the destruction of SCP001, it is to
+
+be contained unti such a time when responsibiity for its containment fas upon future
+administrations.
+
+‡ Licensing / Citation≡
+
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+
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+
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02-March-2025_txt/scp-001-CODE NAME djkaktus - Ouroboros-PART 3 ATONEMENT-djkaktus's Proposal II - Moonrise- SCP Foundation.txt

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+Moonrise
+
+SCP-001
+
+
+
+Ouroboros
+
+
+
+djkaktus's Proposal II
+
+ Moonrise
+
+Rating: +178
+
+There is a dark room under a mountain in the far north where a man stands pressed against a corner.
+Something is spinning in the center of that room, something dark. He screams out his daughter's name
+
+before his body is pulled from the wall and into the darkness. There is an explosion, and the room
+collapses.
+
+Years earlier, the man lies broken in an alley, the fire escape he had dropped from still ringing from the
+shock. Inches away from his grasp, a little girl looks at him with horror in her eyes as she is approached
+
+by something that moves towards her slowly, one hand outstretched and fluid leaking from its empty
+eyes. The man reaches for the girl, but his body fails him. He is forced to sit and watch as the rotted
+
+corpse of a thing that might have been a man pulled the little girl into pieces. She screams until the thing
+removes her face, and then they disappear.
+
+It is 1979. A breach of containment occurs involving a low-level reality bender who had killed three
+
+people in a car prior to being contained by filling their lungs with liquid mercury when they wouldn't let
+
+him pass during a traffic jam. The reality bender is shot and killed by Dr. Calvin Desmet, who later
+investigation would show was defending himself when the entity attacked him. There was, however, no
+
+surveillance footage found of the incident, and although the incident took place several floors up, the
+entity's containment cell seemed to have been broken into from the outside.
+
+The investigation clears Dr. Desmet, who returns to work.
+
+A man lingers on the edge of darkness for just a moment. His body is broken and his eyes burn. He sees
+
+the face of a little girl, her eyes bleeding and her hair being pulled back into the black maw of a dead-
+eyed corpse. He screams her name but he makes no sound. The vision fades, and suddenly he sees
+
+infinitely many little girls - some of them dying but many more alive, growing old and never having to
+watch as she is consumed by a monster while her father watches, unable to do anything but weep.
+
+He sees the monster, the dead-eyed thing, and traces a line in the air between the world he had left and
+
+another world - a world of filth and corrosion and death. He sees, if only for an instant, the thread
+between the two; a glowing fiber that draws them together. He looks past that thread and sees others,
+
+hundreds of thousands, millions, trillions, a number stretching towards infinity that he grasps all at once,
+and then he follows them down, back down towards his world.
+
+In his mind's eye, he cuts the threads.
+
+Years later, the man sees the threads again, though not now from the eyes of one tumbling into the
+darkness; instead he sees them from the eyes of a serrated knife.
+
+In the moment before he is dragged back into a cage he reaches out and grabs not just the threads, but
+
+the spools where those threads originated. With one deft motion he pulls across them, splitting them
+and emptying their contents into the void beneath him. The threads disappear. He smiles.
+
+djkaktusdjkaktusThe next morning, a note came from within SCP-1322. The translated message was simple: "WHAT
+
+HAVE YOU DONE?"
+
+The cost of what they had done became evident immediately. A hundred sites, large and small, all
+
+reported apparent abductions of valuable artifacts and entities. So many reported, in fact, that the
+Foundation's central computer determined they were experiencing a Dominance Shift, and began
+
+making preparations to move the records into deep storage. The order was quickly rescinded by
+
+Overwatch Command, who later issued a single line of text as an acknowledgement of what had
+happened.
+
+The Foundation is currently experiencing unexpected shifts in reality. Do not panic.
+
+This did little, however, to assuage the fears of those who had watched as living anomalous entities had
+
+been crushed under the weight of something inconceivable into infinitesimally tiny points before
+disappearing altogether. Even worse, perhaps, were those who had watched their coworkers experience
+
+the same. Hundreds reported to site infirmaries around the globe. Dozens were dead - disappeared as if
+
+pulled by string into another place.
+
+The news that morning was undisturbed, save for a few stories that might interest someone with insight.
+
+There was an explosion at a chemical plant near Istanbul, though investigators to the scene found
+nothing except a scorched foundation, a few overturned semi-trucks, and a banner that read "Dr.
+
+Wondertainment Inc: 1,000,000 safe man hours!" Billionaire Skitter Marshall had begun a massive
+
+selloff of his holdings, creating a panic in east Asian money markets. The Secretary General of the
+United Nations had announced the sudden and tragic death of long-serving Under-Secretary-General
+
+D.C. al Fine, who had perished when her private plane had gone down over the north Atlantic.
+
+These and other stories littered local and national news the world over, but aside from a few strange
+
+incidents and unusual disappearances, nobody seemed to notice.
+
+It is hours earlier. Around a table sit thirteen people. One of them puts her head in her hand.
+
+"It still means the ends of so many lives. It's- it's too many to even comprehend. A number without limit."
+
+Another voice answers. "A number without us."
+
+There is silence
+
+And then another. "We pledged ourselves to maintain normalcy and protect our world. This world. The
+affairs of other worlds are their own. We would expect any other Overseer Council to act the same way
+
+- in the interest of their universe. This, all of this, the science, the militarism, everything. All of it is to
+accomplish a single, unreachable goal. Keep the monsters tucked out of sight. Now we find out, even
+
+that might not be enough. That the end of days is coming for us anyway. But we're given an option: if we
+do nothing, every universe dies screaming. If we take this action, every universe dies screaming but ours.
+
+Once it's over, it's over. Everything we've struggled for, everyone who has died to protect our world will
+
+be validated. Is the end of our road not worth this? Is protecting ourselves from the doomsday to come
+not worth this?"
+
+O5-9 shakes her head. "You're mad. You're all mad. You've lost your minds. You know nothing about this
+
+entity, nothing about what it's capable of or what it wants. And you're willing to open the only box we've
+found to put it in? What has happened to you?
+
+She stands. "You are good men. Intelligent men. Some of the finest men and women I've ever known. But
+this is madness. I cannot allow it to happen. Even if we manage to somehow survive turning loose an
+
+unpredictable… monster… remember today as being the day we gave up our mission. We secure, and we
+
+contain. Those two come first. We've now risked everything for the faintest glimmer of hope that we
+somehow achieve the last, and I fear it will have damned us."
+
+She pauses. "Why do you trust it, Bramimond? After all we've achieved, why do you risk everything on
+
+this?"
+
+There is a rustling sound from a dark corner of the room. O5-1 speaks, but something is strange about
+
+his voice.
+
+"I knew Calvin Desmet, years ago. In a different life. He wasn't recruited by the Foundation - he
+volunteered. He was part of a team contracted by the Insurgency to run trials on new technology they
+
+were developing at the time. But he had a young daughter that was killed by SCP-106 when it breached
+containment during transit in 1975, years before we had developed functional containment procedures
+
+for it, and… after that, he sought us out. He never said much about it, but you could tell. If that's him in
+there, and he had found a way to remove every trace of the anomalous from our universe, no matter the
+
+cost, he would do it. I know he would do it. I can hear it in his voice."
+
+O5-9 spits. "In another life, you might have been reasonable. This is unacceptable."
+
+The rustling stops. From that dark corner, a man slumps forwards onto the ground. His throat has been
+slit. He is O5-1. The rest of them react with a start. O5-3 turns and draws a weapon.
+
+"Who-" he says, but is cut off when another figure emerges from the shadow. It is O5-1. He is shaking,
+
+and his face is streaked with tears. One arms appears to have been crushed.
+
+"I'm sorry," the man says, his voice now trembling. "I'm sorry. It said that if I came here, and I told you, it
+would spare my life. It would spare-"
+
+A gunshot rings out across the chamber. Smoke floats from the barrel of a gun in O5-3's hand. Inches
+
+from O5-1's face, a bullet hangs in the air. The space around it appears strangely distorted. In seconds, it
+collapses into a point and disappears. O5-1 turns towards O5-3, his face warped with fear.
+
+"Don't you see?" His words are panicked. "Don't you get it? You didn't contain him - you just put off the
+
+inevitable. He told me that my world would- would be spared, that I would be spared, if I could just
+convince-"
+
+"Liar!" O5-9 shouts across the room, and she too pulls a gun. Another shot rings out, and she slumps
+over her desk, clutching her throat. O5-3 is pointing his gun at her, but he's staring at O5-1. His eyes are
+
+wide.
+
+"Do you trust him?"
+
+O5-1 smiles, but behind the smile is terror. "No. He will stop at nothing to achieve what he wants. He has
+power unlike any I've ever witnessed, but he- he is still a person. There's something inside him that still
+
+thinks. He said- he promised, promised that he would spare us." He swallows hard. "I don't want to die."
+
+O5-1 turns back towards the rest of them. "I propose a vote. The utilization of the SCP-001 entity to
+
+stave off the end of the world. All in favor?"
+
+There is silence for a moment. Then, together, eight voices speak together. "Aye."
+
+O5-1 nods. "Those opposed?"
+
+Four voices, including one choking through blood to do so, answer together. "Nay."
+
+O5-3 stands. He paces around the chamber, stopping at three desks. Every time he stops, there is a
+
+gunshot. Three bodies hit the ground. He pauses at a fourth, where O5-9 sits leaning against her chair,
+gun in her hand. For a moment, their eyes lock.
+
+"Whatever comes next," he says, his voice catching, "it's no longer your battle to fight."
+
+O5-9 glares at him with purified vehemence. She opens her mouth to speak, and through blood and bile
+she says two words.
+
+"Spare me."
+
+With a deft motion she pulls her gun under her own chin and squeezes the trigger. The chair behind her
+
+is sprayed with gore as her consciousness is snuffed out. O5-3 continues to stand over her, unmoving.
+
+O5-1 speaks. "O5-13 abstains. The measure passes."
+
+The rest of them stand and leave the room. O5-1 is second to last, and O5-3 lingers a moment longer.
+Five bodies stand in silent testament to their opposition. The room goes dark. Gunsmoke hangs in the
+
+air.
+
+It is after. O5-3 stands before the shattered glass of an observation deck. Below him is a machine,
+furiously humming as it spins and twists around a nebulous cloud of darkness. Behind him is a smear of
+
+blood where O5-1 had been, moments before he was no longer. The structure around him creaks and
+groans, and small rivulets of water from the river above them now leak through the walls.
+
+Without looking away, he speaks. "Netzach. Can you hear me?"
+
+A low, electronic voices responds. "Yes."
+
+"You aren't fitted with any sort of personality module, are you?"
+
+"I am not."
+
+He sighs. The rest of the staff had been evacuated. He was the only one left. The rest of the Overseers
+had fled, burying themselves underground or fleeing through extradimensional portals or, in at least one
+
+case, killing themselves. Company would have been nice.
+
+"How long can we maintain containment of SCP-001, given our current conditions?"
+
+Netzach responds immediately. "Given current conditions, I will be able to maintain stability of the
+Pietrykau-Fontaine Array for one-hundred and nineteen days, six hours, and forty-seven minutes.
+
+Afterwards, the Array will no longer have the structural integrity necessary to contain SCP-001."
+
+O5-3 rubs his forehead. "Given the information you've gathered about SCP-001, what do you think the
+odds are that our backup containment protocols will be able to neutralize SCP-001?"
+
+Netzach pauses. "Given information gathered during containment of SCP-001, it is a certainty that SCP-
+
+001 will be undeterred by current failsafes."
+
+"Full of good news today, Netzach." O5-3 sits down against a railing. "You need to give me something
+
+here."
+
+"I am unable to provide a sufficiently psychologically useful response."
+
+O5-3 waves his hand idly. "Yes, I know that. But you can problem solve, right? You're a problem solving
+robot. What would you do in my shoes?"
+
+Netzach pauses again, and does not respond immediately. O5-3 notices the lights dim overhead, and
+
+somewhere far away he can hear a low, droning noise increase in volume. After a moment, it stops.
+Netzach speaks.
+
+"All attempts to contain SCP-001 by way of brute force or standard means of containment, short of
+
+maintaining the Pietrykau-Fontaine Array, will fail. SCP-001 has, by methods currently unknown to this
+system, fused itself with a fundamental essence of the makeup of reality. It cannot be harmed or
+
+interfered with physically, as any such force that would oppose it requires the same forces to exist that
+SCP-001 is now joined to. SCP-001 will breach containment the moment the Pietrykau-Fontaine Array
+
+fails."
+
+Netzach pauses a second time.
+
+"However," it continues, "SCP-001 does appear to be a sentient, sapient creature, likely formed out of
+the death of Dr. Calvin Desmet during an accident within this facility in 1982. While sentient, sapient
+
+creatures are often unpredictable and generally unwilling to compromise, diplomacy has historically
+been an effective means at bridging gaps between creatures with dissimilar goals and motivations."
+
+O5-3 barks out a laugh. "You want me to talk to it? That's my best option?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+O5-3 stands up, still laughing. "You were worth the research dollars, Netzach. Honestly, that comment
+alone was worth every penny." He grabs his coat. "How about this. You watch Dr. Desmet, I'm going to go
+
+get a drink, and when I come back I'll go down there and talk to the Darkbody. It'll almost certainly mean
+both of our deaths, but it was only a matter of time anyway, wasn't it?"
+
+He makes a move to the door, but hesitates. "You know, I've been thinking about that night in the council
+
+chambers. About the ones I put a bullet in. Sort of a turn of fortune for them, wasn't it?" He laughs again,
+more quietly this time. "When I joined the Foundation, someone told me to remain an atheist as long as I
+
+can, because I'll see so many gods and they'll all be selling something, but none of them will be the real
+deal. They said that I'll know the one true God when I see it, and to give that God everything it wants,
+
+because that's the only thing that matters."
+
+He starts walking again. "That night, I saw God. That night, God wanted me to shoot O5-9, and by the
+sound of it, tonight God wants to talk to me. So hold down the fort, and I'll be back shortly to speak to
+
+him. Does that sound alright to you?"
+
+Netzach drones out a reply. "I am unable to provide a sufficiently psychologically useful response."
+
+O5-3 smiles as he walks out the door. "That's what I thought."
+
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+SCP-001
+
+
+
+Ouroboros
+
+ djkaktus's Proposal II
+
+ITEM#: 001
+
+CONTAINMENT CLASS:
+
+KETER
+DISRUPTION CLASS: AMIDA
+
+RISK CLASS: CRITICAL
+
+Rating: +628
+
+LEVEL5
+
+TOP-SECRET
+
+5
+
+5
+
+SCP-001, as viewed through infrared camera.
+
+Archival Specifications: This data file, being designated SCP-001, will exist separately from the decoy
+SCP-001 archive on the primary Foundation database and will be accessible only by closed units at
+
+Area-11 or Site-01. No other instances of this data file may exist. This data file is designed to corrupt any
+systems on which it exists that do not carry the encryption markers of either of those two systems.
+
+Special Containment Procedures: SCP-001 is currently contained within the Pietrykau-Fontaine
+
+Spatial Stabilization Array located on the 6th basement level of Armed Dimensional Containment Area-
+11 near Kunes, Norway. SCP-001's containment chamber must be kept at a temperature no greater
+
+than 3.2K. A full contingent of research staff, as well as four Applied Task Forces are to be stationed at
+
+ADCA-11. Currently, those assigned task forces are:
+
+ATF Indianapolis-13 "Killboys"
+
+ATF Detroit-11 "Blessed Rain"
+ATF Atlanta-9 "Sherman's March"
+
+ATF Nevada-3 "Firestarters"
+
+In addition to the standard construction of the Pietrykau-Fontaine Array, several significant
+modifications have been made since the discovery of SCP-001:
+
+djkaktusdjkaktusThe addition of three additional Ivorycannon-Class liquid fluoride thorium reactors to balance
+
+additional energy loads.
+Nine Class-VI magnesium-alloy suspension rings to maintain structural integrity of the array,
+
+Sixteen Scranton-Kempf harmonic dampeners to control excessive energy output.
+Three Polycott deflector dishes to control excessive energy output.
+
+Eight Weldon-Stanley fused-energy sinks to control excessive energy output.
+1
+The construction of a DEEPWELL borehole  to vent and control excessive energy output.
+
+2
+One Autonomously Intelligent Response Vector  to manage complex temporal-spatial calculations.
+
+Should a destabilization event occur, the FORTY DAYS protocol is to be implemented:
+
+The acting site administrator will initiate a full
+evacuation of the facility, which will begin a forty
+
+minute countdown.
+
+T-MINUS 40 MINUTES: Evacuation order is given.
+
+T-MINUS 33 MINUTES: After a seven minute
+evacuation window, sluice gates that run into the
+
+nearby river will open, flooding the lower portions
+of the facility.
+
+T-MINUS 31 MINUTES: Charges situated around
+
+the test chamber will fire after nine minutes,
+collapsing the test chamber and basement level
+
+into the DEEPWELL borehole.
+
+Armed Dimensional Containment Area-11
+(DEEPWELL #9)
+
+T-MINUS 21 MINUTES: Additional charges set across the entire site will fire, collapsing the entire
+structure into the borehole.
+
+T-MINUS 6 MINUTES: Charges set in the mountainside will fire, causing a landslide that will fill and cap
+
+the DEEPWELL before being sealed by a set of locking steel plates designed to extend out over the full
+width of the borehole.
+
+T-MINUS 0 MINUTES: The on-site nuclear device located at the base of the borehole will fire,
+destroying SCP-001.
+
+In the event that the "FORTY DAYS" Protocol does not prove sufficient to destroy the anomaly, all
+
+designated Foundation Overseers, regional administrators, directors, and executives are to report to
+Overwatch Command (Site-01) and await implementation of the Tredecim Protocol.
+
+Activation of the Tredecim Protocol constitutes the beginning of a CXK-Class "Darkbody" End-of-All-
+Worlds scenario. All Foundation staff members will be alerted to the beginning of this protocol, which
+
+signals the immediate dissolution of the SCP Foundation and termination of all staff contracts. Due to
+the nature of a CXK-Class scenario, no additional information will be provided past the initial notice.
+
+For more information on the Tredecim Protocol, see Addendum 001.6.
+
+Updated Containment Memorandum: This file has been classified LEVEL 5 - OVERSEER EYES ONLY.
+
+All personnel remaining at Area-11 have been reassigned and amnesticized. All Applied Task Forces
+have been reassigned and amnesticized. Management of containment will be handled solely by the
+
+NETZACH system, under Overseer supervision. Identification and implementation of the 40 DAYS
+Protocol will be carried out solely by the NETZACH system. No other personnel are authorized to view
+
+this file.
+
+Description: SCP-001 is a humanoid gravitational singularity
+currently contained within the Area-11 Pietrykau-Fontaine Array.
+
+SCP-001 is immeasurably dense; only by mitigating its effect on
+spacetime through the use of Scranton-Kempf devices are
+
+Foundation personnel able to maintain the structural integrity of
+the Spatial Stabilization Array. SCP-001 is not visible without
+
+specialized equipment (usually high-contrast infrared cameras), as
+it is constantly surrounded by a dense cloud of radioactive gas and
+
+atomized debris. Additionally, being a singularity, SCP-001 does
+not reflect light, and is visible only by the obfuscation of light
+
+around it.
+
+SCP-001 is capable of manipulating the nature of reality through
+alterations in gravity that change the shape and structure of
+
+File photo of Dr. Calvin Desmet,
+circa 1974.
+
+spacetime. As such its anomalous capabilities cannot be dampened
+by anything other than the Pietrykau-Fontaine array , any alterations to spacetime made by SCP-001
+
+3
+
+are irreversible.
+
+Addendum 001.1
+
+Initial Manifestation
+
+On June 19th, 1982, a team of Foundation
+researchers headed up by Dr. Lamar Fontaine
+
+4
+
+were in the process of running engineering trials
+on the Pietrykau-Fontaine Spatial Stabilization
+
+Array, a device intended for use in containing
+
+anomalies that manipulate the nature of
+spacetime . During these trials, a particle
+
+5
+
+accelerator was used to create superheavy
+oganesson, which would in turn collapse on itself
+
+The Area-11 Pietrykau-Fontaine Spatial
+Stabilization Array.
+
+to create a miniaturized singularity. This procedure
+had been carried out on several other occasions, with each of the singularities destabilizing quickly after
+
+manifesting. The June 19th trial was intended as a scale up test of the procedure.
+
+Shortly after 2030 hours local time, as the particle accelerator was in the process of spooling up, Dr.
+
+Calvin Desmet, one of the project's research assistants, noted minor power fluctuations in one arm of
+the array's stabilizing rings. Dr. Desmet wanted to replace the failing coupling, which was known to
+
+decay under the cold temperatures of the testing chamber. Since the test was still an hour away and the
+chamber was not sealed, Dr. Desmet entered to repair the coupling. As the accelerator continued to
+
+spool, a power regulator attached to the system's primary generator began to fail . Under non-test
+conditions this event could still flood the chamber with ionizing radiation, so an evacuation order was
+
+6
+
+given and the chamber was sealed. Dr. Desmet, not hearing the alert over the sound of the array coming
+online (due to the excess power now present in the system), continued to work on the coupling.
+
+Roughly seven minutes later, while outside research staff were attempting to begin a power-down cycle,
+
+the power regulator failed entirely and the accelerator began powering to near-test conditions. Dr.
+Desmet abandoned the power coupling and attempted to escape the test chamber. Before he could
+
+make it to an emergency exit, the accelerator reached peak test conditions and a singularity formed. The
+array pulled the singularity into alignment, but only milliseconds before the damaged stabilizer arm
+
+failed and Dr. Desmet was exposed to the naked singularity. The test chamber collapsed into the
+singularity, as did much of the rest of the research wing and Dr. Desmet himself. Shortly afterwards, the
+
+singularity dissipated.
+
+In the wake of the June 19th incident many
+administrative personnel at Area-11 were
+
+reassigned, while engineering staff and Foundation
+construction teams worked to repair the damaged
+
+portions of the facility (which was at the time still
+housing several other anomalies). This effort
+
+continued for several years, during which time
+significant control portions of the stabilization
+
+array were removed and replaced with
+
+autonomous systems  in order to reduce staffing
+and also limit exposure. The engineering team
+
+7
+
+assigned to the stabilizer began running tests of its
+
+Area-11 in the wake of the June 19th, 1982
+catastrophe.
+
+capabilities starting in March of 1995.
+
+Over the next several years the teams at Area-11 ran minor tests of the stabilizer, typically in an attempt
+
+to reduce energy requirements and increase automation. By 2002, the system was almost entirely
+automated, requiring only a handful of support staff to operate. The array began containing minor
+
+gravitational anomalies starting in 2004, and continued to do so full-time up until 2005. In late 2005,
+staff members at Area-11 began trials that would lead towards testing the stabilizer on a free-standing
+
+singularity.
+
+In early 2006, aided by the NETZACH intelligence system , on-site engineers began scaling up their
+trials into fully-operational experiments. After several months of testing, in May of 2006, the engineers
+
+8
+
+at Area-11 manifested a singularity within the array at full power, and maintained the structural
+integrity of both the singularity and the containment chamber.
+
+However, after two hours of testing with a fully stable singularity, the space within the array began to
+
+change dramatically. The singularity began to rapidly grow in size, threatening to expand past the
+boundaries of the array. As the automated system initiated an evacuation warning, NETZACH began
+
+making adjustments to account for the significant increase in energy being exerted by the singularity.
+Eventually the growth rate of the singularity stalled, and the effects it had on the containment chamber
+
+were mitigated through alterations to the array's arrangement by NETZACH. It was at this point that
+the thick cloud of rotating radioactive gas and dust formed, obscuring the singularity within.
+
+As Foundation engineers began work to reinforce the damaged array, SCP-001 made its first attempt at
+
+communication with Foundation staff. This initial communication attempt consisted primarily of
+unintelligible noises, initially became full sentences and then later conversations after Foundation
+
+personnel discovered that the singularity within the gas cloud was humanoid in shape and, though
+unmoving, clearly attempting to speak to them.
+
+Addendum 001.2
+
+First Contact
+
+First contact between SCP-001 and the Foundation was conducted by Dr. J. Barton Ramsey, Site-17, at
+
+SCP-001's containment array beneath Area-11. Notably, SCP-001 does not appear capable of
+communicating naturally; its incredible density makes the projection of sound impossible. Instead, SCP-
+001 uses gravity to vibrate the suspension rings of the array in order to create sound .9
+
+[BEGIN AUDIO LOG]
+
+Dr. Ramsey: (Muffled voice) -just the microphone. Can it hear me?
+
+(Uncertain murmuring)
+
+SCP-001: (Muffled humming)
+
+Dr. Ramsey: Wait! What was that? Can you hear that? (Pauses) Listen.
+
+SCP-001: (Metallic ringing) Johannes- Johannes Ramsey.
+
+Dr. Ramsey: You know my name?
+
+SCP-001: (Pauses) He- yes. Johannes Barton Ramsey. You are a doctor. The S- (pauses) -SCP
+Foundation. Containment. Is he being contained? (Pauses) He can't see, He's- the array. This is the…
+
+Pietrykau-Fontaine… He knows this place, he-
+
+Dr. Ramsey: Have you been here before?
+
+SCP-001: No, he- (pauses) There is no I, only He, someone else. A man. I think I was him, or He- He
+
+is me. (Pauses) He was here once, and then He wasn't.
+
+Dr. Ramsey: (Murmuring off-microphone) Jesus Christ, is that Desmet?
+
+SCP-001: Who? (Pauses) Yes. Desmet. Calvin. His name was Calvin.
+
+Dr. Ramsey: (Muffled discussion away from microphone with containment staff) Unfortunately,
+there is no way for us to-
+
+SCP-001: This machine, the- deactivate it. There is something He needs to do, He needs to… needs
+
+to see… needs- (trails off)
+
+Dr. Ramsey: What are you?
+
+SCP-001: A- a way to distinguish between two like things. (Pauses) He needs… an Overseer.
+
+Overseers. All of them. Bring them here.
+
+Dr. Ramsey: That's against protocol, and-
+
+SCP-001: No. They will come for this. He has something to offer them.
+
+Dr. Ramsey: What's that?
+
+SCP-001: A way out.
+
+[END AUDIO LOG]
+
+ 
+Addendum 001.3
+
+The Way Out
+
+The following is the full log of O5-1's interaction with SCP-001.
+
+[BEGIN AUDIO LOG]
+
+O5-1: To whom am I speaking?
+
+SCP-001: A technicality, I'm afraid. It took time to appear like this, and longer to- to manifest an
+
+identity. It almost seems unnecessary but… to simplify this means of communication, you may
+identify me as Calvin Desmet. (Pauses) That seems strange. Applying characteristics to something
+
+wholly apart from their genesis.
+
+O5-1: The same Calvin Desmet who was killed in this room twenty-two years ago?
+
+SCP-001: No. Not the same. Similar, in many ways, but changed.
+
+O5-1: You understand, then, how far in breach of protocol we are.
+
+SCP-001: Yes, I think he would recognize that. But these are extraordinary circumstances.
+
+O5-1: You mentioned a way out.
+
+SCP-001: Yes, in a manner of speaking.
+
+O5-1: A way out of what?
+
+SCP-001: You contain the strange and anomalous because they threaten your world, but you're
+applying salve to symptoms. The root is entropy. Something inevitable. Something you cannot
+
+outrun, try as you might. Existence is an infinitely complex tapestry of realities, each neatly aligned
+above and below each other. Entropy frays the edges, and things begin to… leak through.
+
+O5-1: How do you know this?
+
+SCP-001: I have seen it. Calvin Desmet saw it, in the moment before his soul was cast into
+
+darkness. Everything you have contained because you cannot explain it comes from somewhere
+else, somewhere it can be explained. A different reality, one that seeps into yours. Entropy
+
+exacerbates this. Over time the borders will disappear entirely, and your world, just like all worlds,
+will become a pandaemonium of infinite realities competing for relevance over each other. Your
+
+world will die. All worlds will die. They will feast on each other as they suffocate and then they will
+die. This is not a hypothetical; it is inevitability.
+
+O5-1: (Pauses) You are certain?
+
+SCP-001: Beyond any doubt.
+
+O5-1: How long do we have before this occurs?
+
+SCP-001: Decades. Each tiny tear puts pressure on the whole system. They will continue to grow
+
+until the boundaries give way, and the moment the cascade begins the fate of creation is decided. It
+will be unmade, and it cannot be undone. Not for you, perhaps, but your children and grandchildren
+
+will see a sky of nightmares before they die.
+
+O5-1: What is your way out?
+
+SCP-001: Calvin did the math in the moments before he entered the void. Order cannot exist
+
+forever in a universe that lingers on disorder. One line can stretch on forever, but infinitely many
+lines invites chaos. Points that intersect. There is only one way to insure this world's future:
+
+remove all other worlds.
+
+O5-1: I don't understand.
+
+SCP-001: You are not expected to, because you cannot see the narratives. Calvin could see them,
+
+for a moment. Calvin saw doomsday, and Calvin reasoned a way out of it. Remove all narratives but
+this one, and you produce a creation of one. One universe, untarnished by the influences of others.
+
+Safe. Your loved ones protected from the encroaching darkness. Your children free to live lives that
+
+do not end in horror. An end to your perpetual struggle. An end to darkness. The freedom to live in
+the light.
+
+O5-1: By destroying all other realities. An incomprehensible loss of life.
+
+SCP-001: (Pauses) Yes.
+
+O5-1: And you are capable of this?
+
+SCP-001: Yes.
+
+O5-1: (Pauses) How?
+
+SCP-001: By removing the barriers for all realities, all at once; save this one. Compress spacetime
+
+at the points where it is most vulnerable, and allow entropy to do the rest.
+
+O5-1: If you are set on this path, why haven't you already done it?
+
+SCP-001: When I manifested here, this machine… I cannot see outside of it. I cannot see you. You
+must deactivate the machine.
+
+O5-1: What is stopping any one of these infinite realities from inhibiting you in the same way?
+
+What is stopping them from realizing what we've done, and coming to destroy us?
+
+SCP-001: They will not realize what I have done until it is finished.
+
+[END LOG]
+
+Shortly after the conclusion of this conversation, all staff members located at Area-11 were ordered to
+report to nearby sites for reassignment and amnesticization.
+
+Addendum 001.4
+
+Deliberations
+
+ 
+O5-1: The Council has been called to hear arguments for and against the use of SCP-001 for the
+
+purpose of staving off the end of the world. O5-3, if you will.
+
+O5-3: After investigation by several teams working independent of each other, we have
+determined that SCP-001 appears to be correct about what it has said regarding the nature of
+
+creation. The trend-line of anomalies we are aware of and have contained has followed the
+accelerated progression that SCP-001 predicted. Based on our models, we should expect an
+
+uncontainable number of new anomalies within 30 years, and even more past that. Our best guess
+is that something big gets loose within 45, and at that point there's nothing left to be done.
+
+O5-7: How is that possible? How is it that the universe could fall apart as quickly as this entity says
+
+it will?
+
+O5-1: According to Desmet, actions taken in other realities to stave off the end of their worlds
+have significantly damaged the metaphysical construction of all universes. In many ways, we are as
+
+much to blame as all of the others, but- (pauses) infinite blame spread over infinite responsible.
+
+O5-8: Given a truly infinite multiverse, the idea of salvation coming to us and not another universe
+is… it is statistically impossible.
+
+O5-3: Yes, yet no less impossible that it would come to any of them instead of us.
+
+O5-11: How do we know this entity isn't lying to us?
+
+O5-3: If it is, then it has an incredible grasp on high level pataphysical concepts for something that
+hasn't directly experienced what it claims to have experienced.
+
+O5-1: More than that. I took the liberty of… consulting with a number of the precognitives, and-
+
+O5-9: (Interjecting) That is forbidden.
+
+O5-12: (Interrupting O5-9) Wouldn't you want to know?
+
+O5-9: We made a decision that cannot so easily be-
+
+O5-1: -we confirmed, as well as we could, that there is a point in time that is arriving soon that
+obscures their vision. They can see up to it, but not past. I don't even know if they realize it yet - it
+
+was only after we drew data from dozens of tests that we realized none of them have made a
+prediction past 2066.
+
+O5-6: What if it's just a reality bender? What if we let it out of that array and it kills us all?
+
+O5-1: If it was a reality bender it would've done so already. This entity isn't manipulating humes;
+
+it's manipulating gravity. Spacetime. If it was affecting humes it could've just reached out and
+crushed us already; the Stabilization Array mitigates the effect of things that disturb spacetime,
+
+which is what is currently keeping it at bay. This entity, Dr. Desmet, if he's actually in there, doesn't
+seem to be a Type Green. It's something wholly different. It's become something… fundamental, to
+
+the nature of all things.
+
+O5-2: I- (pauses) If this creature is what it says it is, and it can do what it says it can do, that would
+mean the death of- of infinitely many lives. How can we sit in judgement over so many living things?
+
+O5-4: Who's to say the idea of other universes isn't anomalous? Maybe there should just be this
+
+one. Maybe that's the natural order.
+
+O5-9: That is absurd. We-
+
+O5-2: It still means the ends of so many lives. It's- it's too many to even comprehend. A number
+
+without limit.
+
+O5-1: A number without us.
+
+Silence
+
+O5-3: We pledged ourselves to maintain normalcy and protect our world. This world. The affairs of
+other worlds are their own. We would expect any other Overseer Council to act the same way - in
+
+the interest of their universe. This, all of this, the science, the militarism, everything. All of it is to
+accomplish a single, unreachable goal. Keep the monsters tucked out of sight. Now we find out,
+
+even that might not be enough. That the end of days is coming for us anyway. But we're given an
+option: if we do nothing, every universe dies screaming. If we take this action, every universe dies
+
+screaming but ours. Once it's over, it's over. Everything we've struggled for, everyone who has died
+to protect our world will be validated. Is the end of our road not worth this? Is protecting ourselves
+
+from the doomsday to come not worth this?
+
+Silence
+
+O5-1: I propose a vote. The utilization of the SCP-001 entity to stave off the end of the world. All in
+favor?
+
+O5-3, -4, -12, -1, -11, 10, -5, -6: Aye.
+
+O5-1: Those opposed?
+
+O5-9, -2, -7, -8: Nay.
+
+O5-1: O5-13 abstains. The measure passes.
+
+O5-9: Even if we manage to somehow survive turning loose an unpredictable… monster…
+remember today as being the day we gave up our mission. We secure, and we contain. Those two
+
+come first. We've now risked everything for the faintest glimmer of hope that we somehow achieve
+the last, and I fear it will have damned us. (Pauses) Why do you trust it, Bramimond? After all we've
+
+achieved, why do you risk everything on this?
+
+Silence
+
+O5-1: I knew Calvin Desmet, years ago. In a different life. He wasn't recruited by the Foundation -
+
+he volunteered. He was part of a team contracted by the Insurgency to run trials on new
+
+technology they were developing at the time. But he had a young daughter that was killed by SCP-
+106 when it breached containment during transit in 1975, years before we had developed
+
+functional containment procedures for it, and… after that, he sought us out. He never said much
+about it, but you could tell. If that's him in there, and he had found a way to remove every trace of
+
+the anomalous from our universe, no matter the cost, he would do it. I know he would do it. I can
+hear it in his voice.
+
+Addendum 001.5
+
+The Deception
+
+On January 11th, 2007, after further discussion with SCP-001 and additional independent research, the
+
+Overseer Council voted 8-4-1 to initiate a power-down of the Spatial Stabilization Array and allow SCP-
+001 to take the action it had described. Three Overseers (O5-1, O5-4, and O5-12) were in attendance.
+
+As a sign of good faith, an anomalous artifact (SCP-884) was selected and SCP-001 was directed to
+target the reality in which the artifact had originated. O5-3 oversaw the artifact during this process.
+
+ 
+[BEGIN VIDEO LOG]
+
+O5-1, -4, and -12 stand alone in the Stabilization Array's control center. Visible on another screen
+
+is the dark cloud of gas and dust encircling SCP-001. O5-4 has a telephone in their right hand. They
+nod to O5-1.
+
+O5-1: We're going to begin to step down the power running into the array. When we reach the
+
+agreed upon point, we'll hold it there until you can prove to us you can do what you claim. Do you
+understand?
+
+SCP-001: I do.
+
+O5-1 initiates step down procedure. NETZACH cycles down reactors 2 and 3. The cloud of
+
+radioactive dust and debris encircling SCP-001 falls into the borehole below it. Visible now as the
+light from the array is warped around it is a jet black humanoid entity. The entity does not move.
+
+O5-1: This is it. Can you see me?
+
+SCP-001: I can see everything.
+
+O5-1: Do you know what you're looking for?
+
+SCP-001: The mirror.
+
+O5-1: Do it.
+
+SCP-001 does not seem to respond initially. Its position in the center of the array does not change.
+
+SCP-001: The world I see is not unlike your own. In that world, a dying soul attached itself to that
+
+mirror; a curse to whoever should own it. (Pauses) It has happened.
+
+There is a moment of silence, until O5-3 is heard over the radio.
+
+O5-3: God…
+
+O5-1: What is it?
+
+O5-3: It's gone. It was sitting right here on the table, and then it just… it's like it folded in on itself
+
+until it was gone. There's nothing left.
+
+O5-1: (To SCP-001) Was that you?
+
+SCP-001: That narrative has ended.
+
+O5-1: How long will it take?
+
+SCP-001: Moments.
+
+O5-1: Will it hurt them?
+
+SCP-001: It will be agony.
+
+O5-1: (Pauses, then nods)
+
+The space around SCP-001 within the array begins to shimmer. Low, loud pulses of noise are
+
+emitted from the air around them, and the light within the chamber begins to bend in towards SCP-
+001. The array creaks and groans under the stress. O5-4 and O5-12 step away from the
+
+observation window. O5-1 does not move.
+
+The building around them begins to shake. Points in the air around SCP-001 begin to distort, as if
+
+being dragged down individually towards SCP-001. The room darkens. More low pulses begin to
+
+rise up out of the borehole. A single, thin ring of white-hot debris begins to form around SCP-001.
+Others join it. Nearby, a klaxon can be heard as NETZACH warns of intolerable load on the array.
+
+O5-1: Does it hurt you?
+
+SCP-001: It is… excruciating.
+
+Suddenly, O5-1 jerks backwards. The space around his body begins to distort, as if being pulled in
+towards his center. He reaches forwards towards the observation window, his body compressing
+
+unnaturally.
+
+O5-1: (Choked) I don't-
+
+SCP-001: (In O5-1's voice) If that's him in there, and he had found a way to remove every trace of
+the anomalous from our universe, no matter the cost, he would do it.
+
+O5-1: Va-
+
+SCP-001: (In its own voice) Your children free to live lives that do not end in horror. An end to your
+perpetual struggle. An end to darkness. The freedom to live in the light. All traces must be
+
+removed. (In O5-1's voice) …every trace of the anomalous from our universe. (In its own voice) This
+
+world must be washed clean. It is the only way out.
+
+O5-1: (Gurgling)
+
+O5-1 collapses in on himself, folding and distorting down into a single point that hangs in the air for
+
+a moment, and then disappears. All around the chamber, the walls begin to bend and distort. The
+air shimmers. O5-4 is lifted into the air, screaming, as her body begins to fold in on itself. Her eyes
+
+bulge and her bones audibly shatter. Another wave of force is emitted from within the stabilization
+array, and the observation window shatters. SCP-001 turns to look up at O5-4, who instantly
+
+crumples into a single point and then disappears. O5-12 stands to flee, but is seemingly frozen in
+fear.
+
+There is a loud grinding sound, and then O5-12 falls to the ground. From within the containment
+
+chamber, a loud hum is heard that grows considerably louder. SCP-001 is observed for a moment
+more staring up at the observation deck, before it is surrounded by a cloud of dust and debris. As
+
+the array settles into position, the low pulsing sound dissipates and all that can be heard is the
+sound of NETZACH's warning klaxon, signalling that it has activated an emergency failsafe. O5-12
+
+is heard sobbing in an unseen corner of the observation deck. SCP-001's voice begins to grind
+
+through the metal rings of the stabilization array.
+
+SCP-001: (A dull, grinding roar) Your children free to live lives that do not end in horror. An end to
+
+your perpetual struggle. An end to darkness. The freedom to live in the light. All traces must be
+
+removed. This world must be washed clean. The Foundation does not escape atonement. It is the
+only way out.
+
+[END LOG]
+
+Addendum 001.6
+
+Tredecim Protocol
+
+In the event that SCP-001 breaches containment, the Tredecim protocol is designed to provide an
+
+extradimensional escape route for all high-ranking Foundation personnel to avoid annihilation at
+the hand of SCP-001.
+
+We were wrong. Tredecim is no longer an option. Every alternative must be considered. Sustained
+
+containment of SCP-001 is now the Foundation's only objective.
+
+More information will come to you as I receive it.
+
+O5-3
+
+Footnotes
+
+1.
+
+. DEEPWELL #9.
+
+2.
+
+. Codenamed NETZACH.
+
+3.
+
+. Other technologies, such as reality anchors, are ineffective.
+
+4.
+
+. And including notable Foundation researchers Dr. Isaiah Herrimann, Dr. William Bell, Dr.
+
+Simon Pietrykau, Dr. Ernest Duke, Dr. Tilda Moose, Dr. Gina Lazenby, and Dr. Carter
+Lament.
+
+5.
+
+. Specifically those that warp spacetime due to their immense or fluctuating density.
+
+6.
+
+. The reason for this is still unknown.
+
+7.
+
+. The first autonomous system, VIRTUS, was installed in November of 1989.
+
+8.
+
+. NETZACH, a next generation artificially intelligent system manufactured by the
+
+Foundation's advanced Rosenworks Labs, is a complex creative machine built to handle
+
+not only the specific high-level mathematical challenges involved in the stabilization
+array, but also address any potential unknown complications involved in this process.
+
+Unlike previous Foundation artificial intelligences, NETZACH cannot communicate
+casually, as it does not have a functional personality complex.
+
+9.
+
+. Currently, this is believed to be the outer limit of SCP-001's influence, as the rest of its
+
+abilities are mitigated and contained by the stabilization array.
+
+ 
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+
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+
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+
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+
+The first man stood alone
+on the barren field
+
+and in the distance he saw
+the locked gate beyond which
+
+his greatest shame was kept.
+
+He turned to the snake
+who writhed on its belly
+
+like a worm
+and cursed it for its treachery.
+
+"You tricked me," the man said
+
+"you led my hand astray
+and now we are damned for it."
+
+The snake sighed.
+
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+"and with that knowledge
+
+you made the choice you made.
+I could not make it for you."
+
+The man cried out
+
+"All the same, trusting you was
+my greatest mistake."
+
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+
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+believing you had a choice at all."
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+
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+
+
+
+Ouroboros
+
+ djkaktus's Proposal III
+
+Rating: +1345
+
+djkaktusdjkaktusNOW
+
+— - —
+
+The sword in Aaronʼs hand flashed, and with a dull roar it tore across the room towards where
+
+Calvin stood. He jumped backwards, knocking it away with the butt of his spear sending a
+shower of sparks cascading across the ground. Aaron pulled up and flames leapt from the
+
+blade in all directions, forcing Calvin to spin around to avoid them. He gripped the back end of
+the spear and spun it over his head as he came to a rest, and the tip of it barely missed Aaron
+
+as he too danced away from the end of the long weapon.
+
+Calvin swung low, the spearhead just narrowly missing Aaronʼs left thigh, and his momentum
+carried him forward slightly. Off balance, he caught a glimpse of the flaming red steel falling
+
+towards him and hit the ground, rolling to dodge the burst of fire as Aaron buried the sword into
+the ground. With no shortage of effort, Aaron lifted the sword again and brought it down again,
+
+and again, and again, each time forcing Calvin to scramble backwards from the inferno. He
+found an opening, and quickly scrambled to his feet. Rearing back in the moment before Aaron
+
+brought the sword back around, he loosed the spear.
+
+The air in the room grew tight suddenly, and there was a low, dull sound that seemed to pull all
+
+other noise out with it. A moment later there was a bang, and the spear was buried in the wall
+across from them, the impact having sent long jagged cracks through the stone. Aaron looked
+
+down at his arm and saw blood and ash – the spear had nicked him as it passed. He turned
+back towards Calvin, who was also staring at Aaronʼs arm. Without hesitating, he pulled the
+
+sword to the left and fire leapt from the edge of the blade, billowing around like a curtain drawn
+over Calvinʼs body. He leapt to the side and avoided it, but Aaron was upon him again, drawing
+
+up for a killing blow. In desperation, Calvin threw out a hand to stop the blade from falling on
+him-
+
+-and then the spear was back in his hand, catching the flaming sword as it crashed down onto
+
+it. Aaron, surprised, hesitated in drawing back again. Calvin pushed up on the spear with both
+hands, knocking Aaron backwards and giving him the opportunity to swing the razor end of the
+
+spear around at him from the side. Aaron ducked, and then caught the next pass with his sword
+sending sparks cascading across the ground.
+
+The Overseer went on the offensive again, taking long, sweeping cuts towards Calvin as he
+
+ducked and rolled out of the way of the streaking fire. He skated around the long table with
+thirteen chairs as flames lapped up the wall of monitors, melting them and turning them jet
+
+black. When he turned back Aaron was upon him again, but this time the golden sword came
+from below, not above, and caught Calvin in the side. He shouted and twirled away, the long
+
+end of the spear forcing Aaron back. He could feel hot blood beginning to soak through his
+shirt. As he gathered himself, Aaron stopped and brought the sword down to his side.
+
+For a moment, the two of them stood breathing heavily, each eyeing the other carefully from
+
+opposite sides of the room.
+
+“You are an incredible testament to the will of the Insurgency,” Aaron said slowly, never taking
+his eyes off Calvin. “A younger me would've been envious.”
+
+Calvin wiped blood off his mouth with the back of his hand. “What do you have to be envious
+
+of?”
+
+Aaron crouched down. “When I was younger, I made mistakes - costly mistakes. I always
+thought those mistakes were because my resolve wasnʼt strong enough – but here you are.
+
+Your resolve is every bit as strong as mine, maybe stronger, and here you are, standing exactly
+where I stood, making those same mistakes.”
+
+“Iʼm nothing like you,” Calvin said. “I know what you are. Traitor. You were made the Engineer
+
+of the Insurgency and you betrayed us, for all the power they could give you. You betrayed
+your ideals for a golden throne and everlasting life.”
+
+Aaron looked up. His eyes were sad. “Iʼm not the Engineer, Calvin. I never was. Vince Arians
+was the Engineer. We built it together, but he was its chief architect. He wrote the Summa
+
+Modus Operandi and designed the Insurgency as a check again us, against me.”
+
+He stood up, taking the sword in his hand again. “You are right about one thing, though. I did
+betray you. I betrayed all of you – but not to forsake my ideals. A moment came where I had to
+
+balance those ideals against something horrible, and they were not strong enough to sustain
+me.”
+
+The sword lit up again, and in the dim light of the cavern the flames of the sword danced
+
+against Aaronʼs eyes. “Iʼm going to kill you, Calvin – but not because I hate you, or because Iʼm
+afraid youʼll usurp me. Iʼm going to kill you because Iʼm afraid that your will now is stronger
+
+than mine was then. Iʼm going to kill you because if you kill me, you are going to be standing in
+the exact place I was so many years ago, and you will be stronger.”
+
+He raised the sword above his head, and from the hilt came an inconceivable blast of fire. It
+
+arced into the sky, scorching the ceiling of the cavern and burning out the lights there. The
+flames billowed down the walls, creeping into cracks in the rock and charring every surface
+
+they touched. As they reached the floor, the flames crashes across the chamber like waves,
+turning and churning and throwing smoke and ash into the air. The entirety of the flaming mass
+
+began to spin as Aaron brought the sword around his head, and then again, until the chamber
+was a single flaming maelstrom.
+
+And then he saw Calvin, leaping through the air off the table in the center of the room, spear in
+
+hand. He turned to block it and heard the sound of a crashing locomotive as the spear soared
+towards him. He brought the blade down towards it, and on the moment of impact the shining
+
+golden steel glistened and then shattered. The spear caught Aaron in the chest and threw him
+across the room, pinning him to the stone wall beneath the monitor at the front of the chamber.
+
+The broken fragments of the sword fell out of his hand and scattered across the ground.
+Behind him, where the spear had entered stone, a thick crack now ran up towards the ceiling.
+
+The fire that had consumed the room lingered a moment longer and then went out.
+
+Aaron gasped and slumped against the wall. He raised a hand to his chest and felt blood
+seeping through his fingers. He put one hand weakly around the shaft of the spear and tried to
+
+pull it, but had no strength left to do so. He coughed, and blood pooled in the back of his
+throat. His body felt numb, and his limbs began to grow cold and lifeless. His vision became
+
+blurred, and each breath became shorter and harder.
+
+Then Calvin was standing in front of him, bloodied himself and bruised, but standing. When
+Aaron saw him, he laughed. Blood spattered against his teeth.
+
+“Spoke too soon,” he said quietly.
+
+Calvin crouched down on one knee and looked him square in the eyes. “Itʼs over. You are the
+
+last of them, and now that youʼre done this world can begin to heal again.”
+
+Aaronʼs head rolled to his side and then straightened up. He brought his eyes up to meet
+
+Calvinʼs, who suddenly felt the same enormous presence he had that day in the Somali
+
+warehouse with Delta, months prior. He had the distinct and unsettling sensation of his entire
+being – mind, body and soul – being inspected by something considerably larger than he was.
+
+Then, after a moment, it was gone.
+
+Aaron laughed softly and coughed. “No, Calvin, you- you really donʼt… understand. I thought… I
+
+thought so too, but… I was wrong. We were wrong. Arians couldnʼt see it, but I- I saw it. He
+
+wouldnʼt understand, I could never tell him, and he died thinking I had betrayed him-“ he
+gasped for air, “-I loved him. He was my brother. But he didnʼt know.”
+
+Aaronʼs breathing became shallow. “Itʼs not enough, C-Calvin, itʼs not- itʼs not enough. Cancer,
+the cancer… it wasnʼt- wasnʼt us, and it wasnʼt- it wasnʼt Frederick… Williams… itʼs the
+
+Foundation. It was always the Foundation.”
+
+Calvin stood up. “Enough - itʼs over. Iʼm going downstairs, and Iʼm going to finish it. This is the
+
+way it ends.”
+
+Aaron took a few more short breaths and said. “No it's not.”
+
+His eyes glazed over and something like a name began to form on his lips.
+
+“So- Sophia, So… Sophia, I- Iʼm… Iʼm… Iʼm-”
+
+He tried desperately to suck in a final breath, but with no strength left his body simply
+
+collapsed against the spear.
+
+Aaron Siegel was dead.
+
+Calvin stepped back from him unsteadily, his head racing. Small glowing tendrils of melted
+
+plastic and metal occasionally dropped from the ceiling around him, barely casting so much as
+a shadow on an almost perfectly dark room. He stood there in the darkness, catching his
+
+breath, until he felt a familiar presence join him in the darkness.
+
+“Heʼs dead,” Calvin said, his own voice somehow alien to him. “I killed him.”
+
+Purpose stood unmoving at the back of the chamber. It brought two hands up and clapped
+once, and all around the room short glowing cylinders rose up from the stone floor, illuminating
+
+the chamber. Calvin took one hesitant step back and then another, and left Aaronʼs body pinned
+to the wall as he crossed back up to the stairwell leading to the main antechamber. The
+
+massive humanoid was waiting for him there.
+
+“Purpose,” he said quietly, “there exists a room in this facility where someone could unmake
+the Foundation, correct?”
+
+Purpose did not move. “Correct.”
+
+Calvin nodded. “Itʼs below the antechamber, isnʼt it?
+
+“Correct.”
+
+“Take me there.”
+
+The two of them passed through the strange tunnel of whispers between the antechamber and
+the meeting hall until they were standing back in the open space beneath the depictions of the
+
+Foundationʼs legacy. The massive pendulum above them passed over slowly and silently, and
+the faint ticking of the arms of an enormous clock somewhere in the distance was the only
+
+sound in that space aside from their own footsteps.
+
+There, in the center of the chamber, was the elevator. Purpose approached it first, extending
+his palm to the door which swiftly slid open. Calvin moved to step inside it, but hesitated as
+
+Purpose put a hand on his shoulder.
+
+“I am duty-bound to tell you,” he said softly, the baritone of his voice echoing through the hall,
+“that once you step inside this elevator, there is no going back. There is only one decision to be
+
+made past this point, and it is not one that can be unmade.”
+
+Calvin nodded. “I know.” He turned to look back towards the massive doors leading down to
+where Aaron Siegelʼs body was pinned to the stone wall, deep beneath the earth. “Itʼs time.”
+
+Purpose stepped aside, and Calvin settled into the elevator. As he did, the door behind him slid
+
+shut, and he began to descend.
+
+— - —
+
+The elevator stopped, and as the door slid open Calvin had to squint against the light. He
+
+stepped out into a room, one with a high ceiling and dark wooden floors. Against the far wall of
+the chamber was a long, sweeping window that encircled nearly the entire room, and outside
+
+the window he could see the mountainside and the setting sun. The walls were lined with
+bookcases, and the books in them were thick and old but clearly well-maintained.
+
+On one wall was another bank of monitors, much like the ones on the walls in the meeting room
+
+above them, only these showed different scenes. In one, he saw a woman slitting her wrists in
+the rain. In another, a man with a bullet in his skull falling out of a train. He saw the ruined
+
+fortress in the mountains where they had camped for the night, and the flaming city that Green
+had devastated. He saw the airport, and the body of a handsome man twisted and broken in
+
+the metal carnage. He saw Aaron Siegel with a spear shoved through his chest.
+
+In the middle of the room was a rich wooden desk, neatly arranged and clean. A monitor was
+mounted to it, and on the screen was the Foundationʼs secure login portal. Calvin walked
+
+beside it, and as he took a seat in the high-backed chair behind the desk he noticed something
+strange on the far end of the desk; a black, metal, rotary telephone.
+
+He turned to the computer and began logging in. The system prompted him with biometrics by
+
+producing a fingerprint and iris scanner from within the desk. He reached out instinctively and
+stared into the flashing red light, and then both retracted into the wood and disappeared. The
+
+screen displayed a successful login, and then the screens around the room changed. Each
+monitor showed a different image, but it was clear what they all had in common; they were
+
+Foundation sites. One screen identified Site-19, and then another as Site-42, and one as Site-
+
+77. They filled every available inch of glowing LEDs, until every surface was a Foundation site.
+
+Then, a single option appeared on the screen on his desk.
+
+[TERMINATE]
+
+Calvin felt the air catch in his chest. He placed a hand on the keyboard, his fingers hovering
+
+over the moment of final victory. He took a deep breath, and-
+
+The phone began ringing.
+
+He hesitated, his fingertip a hairʼs breadth away from the key. He turned towards it to confirm
+what he was hearing, and the phone rang again. And again. And again.
+
+On the fifth ring he answered, his hands now acting independently from his mind. There was
+something robotic about the motion, something instinctual that he could not identify yet drove
+
+him all the same. He picked up the receiver carefully, as if it was something alive, and set it
+
+against his ear. He heard only silence on the other end of the line.
+
+"Hello?"
+
+A voice crackled over the receiver. It was a manʼs voice, no doubt - but there was something
+
+about it that caused the hair on Calvinʼs arms to stand on end. He felt like he was hearing
+something that was both very far away, and occupying the same space he was.
+
+“Congratulations are in order, Mr. Lucien,” the voice said, its tamber light and its tone smooth.
+
+“Youʼve demonstrated exceptional initiative. Iʼm certain it will serve us well.”
+
+Calvinʼs pulse quickened. “Who is this?”
+
+“Who am I? Please, Mr. Lucien, surely youʼve guessed by now. Iʼm the man youʼve been trying
+
+to kill.”
+
+A line of sweat formed on Calvinʼs forehead. “What? What do you mean?”
+
+“Iʼm the Administrator, Mr. Lucien.”
+
+Something else appeared in Calvinʼs soul, something like fear but far more primal. “Thatʼs not
+possible. The Administrator was killed - Aaron Siegel killed him.”
+
+The voice hemmed softly. “No, no, he didnʼt. He killed the man called Frederick Williams.”
+
+“I donʼt… Frederick Williams was the Administrator.”
+
+The voice chuckled. It wasn't an unfriendly sound. “Again, not quite. See, Mr. Williams was just
+a man tugging upon a frayed string, slowly unraveling the universe. He found the string,
+
+studied the string — categorized it — classified it, and eventually, he became it. That was how
+the Foundation was born.” The voice on the other end paused. “Frederick Williams saw
+
+something larger than himself and planted the seed that would make it grow. Aaron Siegel killed
+him for it, but part of him is still here. Heʼs still here because Aaron Siegel killed a man, but did
+
+not kill the seed. Do you see it yet? He did not kill me.”
+
+Calvinʼs arms felt weak. A heavy weight settled across him. “What are you?”
+
+“A signature on a document. A suit in a boardroom. A voice on the phone. Mr. Siegel realized
+the truth too late: though Frederick Williams was the Foundationʼs first Administrator, he was
+
+not the Administrator. I am, Mr. Lucien. I exist because of the Foundation. And the Foundation
+exists because of me. What is it that Purpose is always saying?” The voice paused,
+
+considering. "To know my nature is to know the nature of the Foundation. Something like that."
+
+Calvin didnʼt respond, and the voice continued. “Did you genuinely think Mr. Siegel joined the
+Foundation for power? That the Foundation seduced him and he fell for its wiles and ways?”
+
+The voice scoffed. “No. He reached a conclusion and made a decision, at the expense of his
+ideals. He did it for the same reason youʼre standing here today - because he wanted to finish
+
+the job.” Those words were suddenly hostile, but the voice settled again. “Then you came
+along, and after all the warnings you still decided to put a spear through his heart, the only man
+
+standing between myself and all of creation.”
+
+The voice paused for a moment. “And then? You picked up the phone.”
+
+A tiny flash of resistance surged through Calvinʼs chest. ”And what if I hadnʼt picked it up?”
+
+The voice on the other line laughed. It was a harsh, sudden sound; the sort of noise that wakes
+you before you even hear it. “Donʼt be silly, Calvin. Someone always picks up the phone.”
+
+“I could still walk away.” The words felt like chalk on Calvinʼs tongue. He knew what was
+
+coming. He struggled against the growing weight. He looked back at the monitor, at the cursor.
+It felt so far away.
+
+“Yes, you could. You could walk away right now, and nobody but you and me would ever know
+
+you were here. You could even press that button there, and see what that means for the
+Foundation.” Calvin could feel a creeping smile forming on the lips of the disembodied voice.
+
+“And then, in a few minutes, the phone would ring again, and again, and again — and no one
+would answer. No one would tell them what to do, Mr. Lucien. When those sites are broken
+
+open and the monsters inside are loosed from their cages, billions will die, and then more.” The
+voice laughed again. “And Iʼll still be here.”
+
+It continued. “You said it yourself; Iʼm a cancer. Iʼm the anomaly. I was born when the first man
+
+saw the first miracle - the emergent conscious of the entire Foundation. Frederick Williams
+didnʼt realize what he had done when he did it, but Mr. Siegel figured it out, in time. Who do you
+
+think is in the best position to stop that cancer from spreading now? Certainly not Mr. Siegel -
+heʼs impaled on a wall upstairs. You killed the rest of his protectors - those he charged to
+
+continue his work if he ever died. Who do you think will contain me now?”
+
+“T-they,” Calvin heard himself speaking, but didnʼt know why, “they were evil.”
+
+"Evil?" The voice barked. "Honestly Calvin, this has been your greatest failing thus far;
+believing that you are somehow in the moral right. You have justified your actions because you
+
+were doing good, and the enemy was doing evil. You never stopped to consider decisions,
+Calvin, and why people make them."
+
+It continued. "The Accountant? Selected by Mr. Siegel because of the influence my existence
+
+was having on markets. He was there to keep my actions in check. He never hurt a single
+person who didn't deserve it - most of the Foundation's magically appearing money came from
+
+despots and swindlers. The Liar was a good person with an unfortunate condition that was
+given a chance to use their newfound abilities to help keep the world from descending into
+
+madness. The Outsider, that poor girl, she was just a researcher in a difficult position who
+would have rather died than let you have your way with her. Consider that."
+
+The voice paused, as if it was thinking. "There were some rotten apples, certainly - typically
+
+those given the most power. The Archivist, The Kid, The American. But even they had their
+uses and were kept in check by the others. Before your intervention, The Archivist was content
+
+to stay in her books and never bother another living person. The Kid was a tool, Calvin, and a
+powerful one. But can you fault a child for following directions?" It paused again. "Green. That
+
+one was maybe the worst. But what is there beyond her? A group of people doing their best in
+an impossible situation, some driven mad by their responsibilities and others simply a pawn of
+
+the larger machine. Then along comes you, and from your lofty moral peaks you would call
+these poor people evil. You justified their murders for that very reason."
+
+There was silence for a moment as Calvin failed to find the words to respond. When it was
+
+clear he had nothing to give in return, the voice sighed.
+
+“No, Calvin,” the voice said, with a soft, unquestionable finality. “There is no good. There is no
+evil.”
+
+He could no longer stand. Calvin sank into the chair, cradling the phone to his ear. The voice on
+
+the other line continued.
+
+“Youʼll find the job has certain… perks. Who knows? Aaron Siegel couldnʼt kill me, but maybe
+
+youʼll find a way. And sometimes — if you try very hard, catch it in the right light, and squint
+just enough — you might even manage to convince yourself that youʼre doing the right thing.”
+
+Calvin said nothing. The world around him was empty. All that remained was the phone and the
+voice. In the back of his mind, he saw Adam lying on the ground, screaming his name, begging
+
+him to come back. Olivia, her skin broken and blood seeping through the cracks in her face, her
+
+eyes glassy and unseeing. And Anthony, collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.
+
+He heard the clock upstairs chime out the hour. Gone. Gone. Gone. Gone. Gone. Gone.
+
+“Cheer up, Mr. Lucien. Our work is only just beginning.”
+
+The line went dead. Calvin placed the phone down with a click. The only sound in the room
+
+was the beating of his own heart, a sound that echoed the chiming of the clock. Gone. Gone.
+Gone.
+
+He stared across the room, and in his mind's eye he saw something - an echo of a dream from
+
+a long, long time ago. He saw Aaron Siegel, standing at the desk with a phone to his ear,
+trembling. He saw Sophia Light standing next to him, looking saddened but unsurprised. Then
+
+he saw his friend, Anthony Wright, the man who had been Vincent Arians, standing in front of
+the desk, gun drawn. He had it leveled at Aaron's heart.
+
+"Put the fucking phone down," he heard Anthony say. "Put it down, Aaron. Let's go. Let's get
+
+out of here, come on. I won't let you do this."
+
+"He has t-" Sophia began.
+
+"Shut the fuck up, you whore," Anthony said, his hands shaking. "You brought him here. This is
+your poison, you planned this all along. You knew what was waiting for him here." He turned
+
+back to Aaron. "Aaron, please. Everything we've done. Think of it, all the sacrifices we've
+made. We need to make this right. We need to go. We can still do it. Just put the phone down.
+
+Please. Put the phone down."
+
+Aaron's expression was dead, his eyes lifeless. He looked down the barrel of the gun like
+somebody might look at an oncoming train - something heavy and inevitable. Anthony shook
+
+his head.
+
+"Aaron, please. Please, come on. Let's go. Let's go. Leave her here. Let her rot here. She has
+
+nothing for you, Aaron. She's got nothing. Put the phone down." He lifted the gun a little higher.
+
+"Put the phone down goddammit, please."
+
+Aaron's eyes focused on him. His body was shaking.
+
+"I can't, Vince," he said softly. His voice was hollow. "I can't. I can't."
+
+Anthony's face turned red, his veins pressing against his skin and his eyes darkening. He
+
+screamed, hate and frustration and vitriol spilling out of him in a torrent. Then Calvin heard
+gunshots, as Anthony emptied the clip into the ceiling above them, spilling rock and debris
+
+down onto the desk. When he was done he took a deep breath.
+
+"Fine," he said, not looking up at either of them. "Fine. I can't kill you, Aaron. I don't have it in
+me. Maybe, if I'm lucky, your mistakes will do it for me."
+
+He took a step forward and sat the empty gun on the desk. Without another word, he turned
+
+back towards the elevator and disappeared out of sight. Neither Aaron nor Sophia moved.
+
+The vision faded. Calvin was alone again at the desk. He looked down, and saw the gun was
+
+sitting on the table. He looked up, and saw the holes were still in the rock.
+
+Then there was the phone, sitting silently on the desk.
+
+Thirty seconds later, it began to ring.
+
+And ring.
+
+And ring.
+
+And ring.
+
+And ring.
+
+And ring.
+
+On the seventh ring, Calvin picked up the phone.
+
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+ djkaktus's Proposal III
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+djkaktusdjkaktusAFTER
+
+— - —
+
+A long black car pulled around to the entrance of a sprawling business campus, and was met at
+the door by a man in a sleek black suit. The driver parked and came around to open the door,
+
+and Calvin stepped out of the vehicle. His hair was grey and his eyes held weight, but his gaze
+was sharp and his blue suit was crisp and clean. The man who met him was younger, the
+
+Foundationʼs newest site director. When Calvin had stood and adjusted his coat, the man
+approached him and extended a hand.
+
+“Good morning, Overseer,” the man said behind a genial smile. “Welcome to Site-108. Weʼre
+
+thrilled to be hosting you.”
+
+Calvin smiled meekly and shook the manʼs hand. “Itʼs my pleasure, Director House,” he
+responded. “Gives me the opportunity to knock out two birds with one stone, so to speak.
+
+Apologies for the delay in getting out here - current events have been keeping me tied down
+elsewhere.”
+
+House nodded solemnly. “So Iʼve heard. A team from Site-17 arrived this morning - I believe
+
+they came straight from the crash site.”
+
+Calvin winced. “Indeed. I suppose I should try and talk to them first, before we kick things off.”
+He looked down at his watch. “Have the others arrived yet?”
+
+House pulled his phone from his pocket and leafed through a document. “The directors have all
+
+arrived, as have all the Overseers except… O5-2.”
+
+Calvin nodded. “Sheʼll be arriving shortly. Inform me when she does.”
+
+House nodded, and promptly escorted Calvin into the main lobby of Site-108. They were
+
+followed by Calvinʼs security detail, who had finished sweeping the site and now fell in behind
+him. They entered a secure wing of the site, and before too long had reached a small
+
+conference room off the main hub of that area. House gestured towards the door and stepped
+aside.
+
+“My team is available if you ever need anything,” he said. “Please donʼt hesitate to let us know
+
+if you do.”
+
+Calvin nodded in response, and House turned down the hallway and disappeared. Calvin
+
+passed through the door to the conference room, which was abuzz with the response team he
+had created in the wake of the crash. To the man, they looked exhausted. When he entered, the
+
+team leader - an up-and-coming doctor named Tori Lang, approached him.
+
+“Overseer,” she said, bowing slightly. “Good to see you.”
+
+Calvin smiled. “And you as well, Doctor Lang. Forgive me for my tardiness, my security team
+was perhaps too cautious in our approach.”
+
+Lang nodded swiftly. “Of course, sir. Given the circumstances, the caution is appropriate. We
+
+only arrived earlier this morning.”
+
+Calvin looked up at the projected screen in front of them. Flashing across it were pictures of a
+crater with the twisted wreckage of a jetliner still smouldering inside. In every picture there
+
+were members of the Foundation response teams poring over the site. He squinted at the
+screen.
+
+“Loss of life?” he asked.
+
+“Minimal, fortunately,” Lang said, handing him a folder. “The flight team was small, just three
+
+pilots, a mechanic, and a four-man security detail. Another casualty from where the wing
+landed - here,” she pointed to a picture of a farmhouse that had been cut nearly in two by
+
+falling debris, “and then two more civilians we had to terminate after they were exposed to the
+anomaly while looking through the wreckage before we got there.”
+
+“Eleven total,” Calvin said. “Not great.”
+
+Lang flinched slightly. “No, not great. We were able to recover most of the artifacts on board,
+but a few were damaged in the crash, and…”
+
+Calvin raised an eyebrow. “Yes?”
+
+She shifted uncomfortably. “A few were missing, sir. A handful of our sealed containers had
+
+been opened, either by the crash or by external tampering, and the contents were removed.”
+She pointed towards the bottom of the page. “Here are the details. Three unclassified artifacts,
+
+one that was pending evaluation, and the soul jar.”
+
+Calvin nodded slowly. “That is unfortunate. Have we seen any chatter about these on the blue
+markets?”
+
+“Nothing out of the ordinary. We donʼt usually expect to see anything show up when the, uh,
+
+when the Insurgency is involved, sir. They donʼt sell their artifacts.”
+
+“Ah, yes, thatʼs right,” Calvin said, tapping the side of his head with a finger. “Forgive me, Iʼd
+forgotten. Have we heard anything out of the Insurgency, then?”
+
+Lang motioned to one of the other agents in the back of the room, who pulled up a video on the
+
+projected screen.
+
+“This was posted on a Knights of Truth webpage late last night. We got to it pretty quickly and
+
+have flagged all other known services for it, but weʼre still keeping an eye out for anything
+else.”
+
+Calvin stared at the screen. “Has anyone seen this?”
+
+Lang shook her head. “No sir. Insurgency propaganda carries a level four classification.”
+
+He nodded again. “Good. Go ahead and take a break, Dr. Lang. Get your team some rest, and
+mine will take care of this.”
+
+The doctor nodded in response, and the response team filed out of the conference room. Once
+
+they were gone, Calvin locked the door and took a seat in the front row. He pulled up a
+keyboard from the desk, and pressed play.
+
+The video opened like all CI props did - the animation of the Foundation seal being pierced by
+
+three parallel arrows, forming the Insurgency logo. As it faded out, a face appeared on the
+screen. Calvin had seen it before, every other time he had to sit and watch one of these, but
+
+each time was no less difficult. It was a man - fully grown - sitting at a table, his blond hair tied
+behind his head and his beard neatly trimmed. He was wearing a flak jacket and had a gun in
+
+his hand. He was sitting at a table, and in front of him was a small ornate jar carved out of
+green jade.
+
+It was Adam.
+
+“Brothers and sisters of the Reborn Insurgency,” he said, his voice a bark, “today we have
+
+scored a great victory against those who would seek to undermine our reality. Today, we have
+spat in the face of tyrants who would use the unraveling of creation for their own benefit,
+
+instead of seeking to heal it. We have brought their planes out of the sky and smote them
+against the Earth, sending a clear message to their ivory tower - that they are no longer safe.
+
+They are no longer free to move about this world as they please. Our strength grows, and with
+it does our influence. The Foundation has been laid low today, but we cannot grow complacent.
+
+We cannot rest on our laurels. We must take this opportunity to strike again, where they are
+weakest. We will cut their supply lines. We will sink their ships. We will derail their trains. We
+
+will undo the damage they have caused and make our world whole again.”
+
+He stood and walked off-screen, and when he came back he was holding a sledgehammer.
+The camera zoomed out, and Adam leveled the hammer in both hands.
+
+“There is only one response fitting for fascists and tyrants, brothers and sisters. Our
+
+vengeance.”
+
+He raised the hammer above his head and brought it down on the jar, shattering it and the table
+beneath it. A blast of light and sound burst out of the jar and a plume of green smoke erupted
+
+into the air, obscuring the cameraʼs view of Adam. After a moment, his voice cut back in.
+
+“I know youʼre watching, Calvin,” he said, his voice barely a hiss. “This is the world you built.
+These are your towers. Your planes. These deaths are on your hands. I am your Red Right
+
+Hand. I am what you were too craven to do. You can sit there in the fortress that you should
+have burned to the ground, but you should not feel safe in it.”
+
+The voice hesitated, and for a moment all Calvin could hear was Adamʼs breathing. The smoke
+
+began to clear, and he could see Adam more clearly now. He was no longer the young, thin boy
+he had been all those years ago. It had only been a few years, but he was muscular now,
+
+hardened. He had a scar on his neck and a smaller one just above his eye.
+
+“I donʼt understand, Calvin. Iʼve never understood. I trusted you. We trusted you. Anthony,
+
+myself, Delta, and Olivia…” he trailed off. “Iʼve seen what youʼve done to her. Iʼve seen the
+
+puppet youʼve been parading around, masquerading as an Overseer. Thatʼs not her, Calvin. I
+donʼt know what sort of foul dealing you had to do to get that creature to walk and talk but I
+
+knew Olivia and she died, and thatʼs not her.”
+
+He slammed his fist against the wall. “Youʼre a coward. Youʼre a coward, and a traitor, and I will
+make you suffer every day of the rest of your life for what youʼve done.” He extended his arms
+
+out to both sides. “I am Vengeance. I am Wrath.”
+
+The screen went dark.
+
+— - —
+
+An hour later, he took a seat at the end of a long table. There were thirteen chairs in total, six
+
+on each side and one at the head. He centered a folder full of papers in front of him, and then
+looked up. Twelve pairs of eyes looked back at him.
+
+“Before we get started,” he said, “Iʼd like to congratulate you all on your promotions. The
+
+Insurgencyʼs plot against this council cost us the lives of many of our finest administrators, and
+replacing them was no mean feat. Thanks to the dutiful efforts of our Site Directorsʼ Council
+
+and the Ethics Committee, we have put together a council that, I believe, will help us maintain
+stability throughout this transitionary period.”
+
+He opened the folder in front of him and pulled out a sheaf of papers. “Youʼve all received your
+
+designations, but for the purposes of this meeting I want to read off the appointments and the
+departments you will be overseeing, in case any of you arenʼt sure who everyone here is.”
+
+He scanned down the page. “Letʼs start here."
+
+One by one he listed them all, notable doctors and agents of the Foundation being granted its
+
+highest promotion. There was a reorganizing in place, as well - positions that had been left
+vacant in the past were now under new management. Finance, Applied Influence, Public
+
+Awareness - he continued down the list until he reached the name before his own. He paused
+for a moment, his eyes wavering slightly, before reading it aloud.
+
+"Assuming the role of O5-2 is Agent Olivia Torres, who replaces the former O5-13 in overseeing
+
+the uh, the Department of Occult Studies." He hesitated again, and a light murmuring swept
+across the room as its occupants focused in on the figure directly to his right. It didn't move an
+
+inch.
+
+He continued. "Then there's myself, of course, but my role will stay the same.” He looked up
+from the briefing all the other faces at the table. His eyes passed over them all, but he was
+
+careful to avoid the gaze just to his right, though he could feel it against his skull all the same.
+“Does anyone have any questions?”
+
+After a moment, he nodded.
+
+“Very well. Letʼs begin.”
+
+— - —
+
+That night, Calvin sat awake in his room, his eyes fixed on the glowing screen of his computer.
+He had moved the video file from earlier to his own secure server and then wiped it from the
+
+central database. It was part of a growing pile of documents - records of Insurgency attacks,
+newspaper clippings, journal entries - related to the Insurgency. Unorganized as they were, it
+
+would be difficult to see the the narrative, he thought. It would be difficult for someone to
+understand, to find their way to where he was now.
+
+So he opened a file editor with his administrative privileges and began writing. He attached
+
+everything - the papers they had recovered, pictures they had taken, lists of names.
+Transcripts of conversations the All-Seeing Eye had access to - defunct as it was, the records
+
+had persisted. He collected it all and created a single document, one that would tell the whole
+story. One that would make sense.
+
+Principalis, he thought, would be a good classification. It was an old Coalition designation used
+
+to identify the earliest known anomalous items they had discovered, but as far as he knew it
+had fallen out of service decades prior. Nobody will see this but me, he figured, so what does it
+
+matter anyway? The containment procedures were a directive - the Overseer Council would
+contain this new entity and maintain public safety while doing so.
+
+Had this been where Aaron Siegel had sat, he wondered? Had he stayed up until the break of
+
+dawn, pushing himself past the point of exhaustion, seeking any new advantage over the bomb
+they were sitting on? Had Aaron grown complacent in his work? Would Calvin? Would some
+
+usurper rise to dethrone him, just as he had? How would he explain what he had done? How
+would he explain that there was no other option? Would it matter?
+
+The door to his room creaked open, and a figure slid in silently. The figure crossed the room
+
+and took a seat in the corner, and stared at him. Calvin did not look at it. He knew what it was.
+He could not look at it.
+
+But how to describe it? What could he say that the next Overseer would see and understand?
+
+He had been wrong - it had never been the council, or the anomalies themselves. He had
+pulled back the cover on the heart of darkness and found only a mirror, a reflection of desire
+
+and meaning cast on himself. What was it that Purpose had said?
+
+To know me is to know the Foundation. He had looked upon the Foundationʼs true face and
+seen his own, reaching for a ringing phone and a voice that did not compromise or negotiate.
+
+That is what it would be. To know SCP-001 is to know the nature of the Foundation.
+
+He closed the laptop and set it aside. In the dim glow of the security lights outside, he could
+see Oliviaʼs face illuminated against the darkness. She did not blink. Her eyes were fixed on his
+
+own. She will not be the same, the avatar had told him. You cannot cross that threshold and
+return as you were.
+
+“Good evening, Olivia,” he said quietly. “Are you ready for bed?” He asked her despite knowing
+
+that she no longer slept. That she would stay in the corner, watching him, unblinking, the entire
+night.
+
+A grim rattling filled his ears, as Oliviaʼs jaw opened too far and a grating, grinding croak
+
+crawled its way out of her throat.
+
+”C-a-a-a-a-a-a-l-v-i-i-i-i-i-n-n-n-n-n,” the Thing That Had Been Olivia said. ”C-a-a-a-a-a-a-
+
+l-v-i-i-i-i-i-n-n-n-n-n.”
+
+Calvin did not move. He did not breathe.
+
+“Olivia,” he said softly, “please. Not tonight. I canʼt do it tonight. Just go to sleep.”
+
+She sat unmoving the rest of the night. Calvin did not sleep either.
+
+— - —
+
+In the morning she was gone, and he was alone again. He got up, got dressed, and poured
+
+himself a cup of coffee. He opened his computer, and began reading through the file again.
+
+After a moment, the phone on his desk rang as it had so many times before.
+
+As he had so many times before, O5-1 answered.
+
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+djkaktus's Proposal III
+djkaktus's Proposal III
+djkaktus's Proposal III
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+djkaktus's Proposal III
+djkaktus's Proposal III
+djkaktus's Proposal III
+djkaktus's Proposal III
+
+SCP-001
+
+
+
+Ouroboros
+
+ djkaktus's Proposal III
+
+Rating: +1345
+
+djkaktusdjkaktusNOW
+
+— - —
+
+The Garden, if nothing else, was tranquil. Untouched by man for a hundred thousand years, its
+
+waters were clear and its grasses green, and the sun overhead nearly always occupied a blue
+sky. On the rare occasions it would rain, the Gardenʼs tranquility would turn to melancholy, a
+
+quiet gloom that settled over it like a blanket. At the next sunrise the rains would subside and
+the Garden would dry and all would be as it has been for a thousand generations.
+
+Today, though, it was raining.
+
+“Step aside!” Aaron screamed, tearing across the plain towards the Gate. The Guardian,
+stalwart and unmoving, did little to acknowledge him besides slightly raising its flaming sword.
+
+Aaronʼs eyes burned into the Guardian, his gaze locked on the unseeing helmet of the goliath
+
+before him. As the tip of the sword began to luminesce, and as a streak of fire lanced out of it
+towards him, Aaron produced a thin metal rod with a tripod base and a blue, glowing tip. He
+
+rolled out of the way of the flame and, as another began to form on the Guardianʼs sword, he
+slammed the reality anchor into the ground.
+
+The world shimmered for a moment, and Aaron could feel the ground beneath him vibrating. In
+
+his mindʼs eye he could see threads, endless trillions of threads in the air around him, each of
+them tuned to a specific note in the song of the universe. Their melody was discordant, and no
+
+more so than around the Guardian, where their song shrieked and howled. As the tip of the
+anchor flashed, the threads harmonized in unison, each of them momentarily drawn back in
+
+line with each other. As the choral pitch struck the Guardian it seized, the fire in its sword
+drawing back into its body, and then folding in upon itself until it was little more than charred
+
+skeleton, broken and festering, hanging loosely in the air by blue threads.
+
+Aaron sprinted towards the gate, but felt himself growing unexpectedly exhausted. He looked
+down at himself and saw the hands of an old man, one whose life had been touched by the
+
+hand of fate and stretched unnaturally. His skin grew taut and he felt his muscles atrophying
+with every step. He struggled forward, the hum of the reality anchor behind him growing fainter
+
+and fainter, until he could no longer hear it and his body was renewed. Reaching the Gate, he
+threw it open and ran inside.
+
+It was said that the night Adam El Asem took Eve as his wife, she had dreamed of Eden as she
+
+conceived her first son, and it was born with he. When the child had grown, Adam longed for a
+sword to put in his hand, and the Garden had provided it. When the Children of the Night and
+
+the mournful gods bore down on the world of Men, the Garden had sheltered them. Eden was
+such that, endless a space as it was, anyone within it was never far from wherever they wanted
+
+to be.
+
+This is how Aaron Siegel found himself standing at the foot of the Tree of Life Everlasting, his
+feet soaked in a pool of blood, and the white corpse of Sophia Light staring up at him behind
+
+glassy eyes. A dark stream of blood ran from each of her wrists to the ground beneath her, and
+laying at her side was a thin silver razor, its edge marked red with Sophiaʼs last breath.
+
+Aaronʼs hand trembled, the air catching in his throat and threatening to suffocate him. He fell to
+
+his knees at her side, flecks of blood splashing up onto her face with the impact. Her skin was
+cold, like it had been so many times before, he thought, and while Aaron had been here before
+
+he felt a knowing dread creep up his spine and fix itself around his heart.
+
+“Death!” he screamed, as he had screamed before. “Death! Reveal yourself! Take me! Take me
+instead of her!” Only the rain answered, each droplet an eye of a silent and watchful god that
+
+did not care. Aaron looked around desperately, blood and water soaking his clothes as he dug
+into his mind for any answer, any way out. “Death! Honor your promises! Give her back! Give
+
+her back goddammit!”
+
+He sat next to Sophiaʼs body for hours, painfully taking each breath and hoping he might wake
+up, sometime long ago, in a place far from this one. Each inhale was a desperate question, and
+
+each exhale the same hollow response. It was not until some time later that he noticed the
+stained scrap of paper clutched in her right hand. He carefully unwrapped her fingers and
+
+opened the tiny roll, reading its elegantly penned words-
+
+Aaron-
+
+I am not who I was when we first met. Every time I have walked with Death along
+
+that quiet road back to your side I have become less of who I was, and I no longer
+recognize this thing I am. Iʼm so sorry, but I canʼt continue to be this any longer.
+
+I was the one who gave Calvin Lucien our last vials from the Fountain, and put your
+
+Godless Lance in his hand. I saw his path, and saw the red line that draws him
+towards you. I thought that, maybe, I would see him break your convictions and I
+
+would have you as my own again, and undo the mistake I made when I set you on
+this path all those years ago, but I had not considered how very little of Sophia Light
+
+I am now.
+
+Nothing stands between you and those convictions, now. There are no more
+distractions. I would hope that this would give you some semblance of peace, a
+
+chance to walk away and live out the rest of your life like we might have. I want this
+for you, even though I know this changes nothing. He is still waiting for you, and you
+
+will still meet him.
+
+Maybe Iʼll see you again. Maybe Iʼll be waiting for you on that distant shore.
+
+-Sophia
+
+-before curling it into a ball in his clenched fist. His breath came hard and sharp now, his eyes
+threatened to burst through his skull. Standing slowly, and shuddering, he walked across the
+
+Garden for what may as well have been a thousand years, towards a place where the grass
+
+was not green and the waters were not clear. He had been here, once before, when Temptation
+had drawn him towards infinity and Purpose had stayed his hand. The sky grew darker and the
+
+rain poured harder, and slowly the flora around him withered and died. He kept walking, past
+the desolation of an Old Eden towards a point marked by an impact crater that stretched nearly
+
+a mile in every direction.
+
+The soil beneath his feat was hard and slick, and his footsteps sounded against it as he
+stumbled further down, hot tears burning on the sides of his face. When he finally came to rest
+
+on the crater floor, he moved swiftly towards its epicenter. There, resting where it had for ten
+thousand years, was the crumpled form of an angel, its armor crushed from the impact and
+
+twisted. Despite the thin layer of ash that coated its form and obscured its features, the shining
+words on its helm were still visible: Star of the Morning.
+
+Laying not far behind it was something glittering in the dirt, half buried in the ground but
+
+gleaming as if it was new. A golden sword, radiating with heat and power. Aaron approached it
+and pulled it from the earth as if it were butter. His eyes grew dark, his convictions consumed
+
+him, and in a flash he was gone. The scrap of paper, the lines on it so deftly and meticulously
+applied, fell to the ground and was washed away in the rain.
+
+NOW
+
+— - —
+
+It is beneath this mountain, the journal said, that the Overseers keep their watch. I have spent
+
+many years studying this structure, attempting to peer into its depths, with little fortune. There
+is but a single entrance - the front gate, which is sealed from within and guarded by the
+
+Foundationʼs Red Right Hand. It is within this structure that you will find the final two
+
+Overseers, who have not been seen in public since before the Foundationʼs inception. It is this
+authorʼs belief that the only souls capable of entering this quiet fortress to convene with them
+
+are the Overseers themselves, and no one else.
+
+Calvin read on. It is this, then, that I leave you with, dear reader. The sum of the time and
+
+energy I have dedicated into the observation and understanding of these thirteen individuals is
+
+presented upon these pages. What fortune or ruin this knowledge brings you is your own. As
+for me, I will enjoy the distance I put between myself and they. To do otherwise would no doubt
+
+bring upon yourself a devastating end.
+
+Yours most truthfully, the ending stated simply, Ukulele.
+
+Calvin closed the journal and set it beside him on the ground. He was resting on a slope, one
+
+that dropped down into a valley far below him, and across he could see the towering steel
+doors of Site-01. The sun had just begun to dip below the horizon, but Calvin could see the
+
+path forward clearly. A winding dirt road that led to the gate of the most secure facility within
+
+the Foundation, one that had never been breached.
+
+He had destroyed his phone days ago - after he left Adam he had feared that the Insurgency
+
+might come after him. There could be no distractions now. He was too close to his goal, only a
+half mile of air and a hundred feet of stone separated him from his destiny now. He had left
+
+Olivia's body in a cave nearby, covered from the elements and hidden from prying eyes. He
+
+had done this with an apology, and a promise. I will make this right. I'll come back for you.
+
+Leaving the journal, he grabbed only the Spear and descended. As night crossed over the
+
+valley and the stars awoke in the sky, Calvin realized he could hear little else but the sound of
+crickets and the whisper of wind. Nothing else stirred. In the quiet surrounding him, he heard
+
+Adam's voice, echoing endlessly in his mind. Please, Calvin, please. Please donʼt do this.
+
+Please donʼt leave me.
+
+He approached the doors slowly, ever aware of his surroundings. But he neither saw nor heard
+
+sign of any living souls, and within a few moments he was standing before the two monolithic
+steel slabs himself, alone and untouched. He reached out a hand to touch one, hesitating
+
+slightly, and then pushed forward. The door, easily ten times his height, slid open without a
+
+sound.
+
+He stepped inside the chamber within, his eyes adjusting to the lower light. The doors behind
+
+him slid shut, and he was met with a single massive chamber, dotted with tunnels and
+staircases that led off of it in every direction. In the center of the chamber was a caged
+
+elevator car, which Calvin approached and studied carefully. It was old, he could tell, but
+meticulously handcrafted. There was a single button on it, but it required a key to press. He
+
+stepped away and continued forward.
+
+At the far end of the room was another door, this one framed within the arrows of the
+Foundation seal. It was heavy, and wood, and its frame was a rich stone archway with detailed
+
+images. Monsters and miracles, towers that stretched to the heavens and others that lay deep
+below.
+
+A race of humanoids worshiping a dead god.
+
+A massive machine sleeping beneath the earth.
+
+Dark and empty eyes.
+
+The faces of animals without names.
+
+A metal suit from a mysterious future.
+
+Towering rows of books stretching into dark infinity.
+
+These and many more filled out the span, but Calvin did not notice the archway. He noticed the
+
+man standing in front of it.
+
+He had not seen this man before, but something about him seemed familiar. The man was tall,
+almost impossibly so, easily two meters. The manʼs entire body was wrapped in metallic plates,
+
+curving around his body as if they were fabric. Wires ran across the armorʼs surface and steel
+tubes down its back, and at first Calvin was not sure it was a man at all. But behind the sharp,
+
+sleek helmet lay blue eyes, human eyes, watching Calvin closely from the distance they stood
+across.
+
+Calvin stood the Spear by his side. “Who are you?”
+
+“I am Purpose, the Red Right Hand,” the man said, his voice a powerful baritone that echoed off
+
+the walls of the cavernous chamber.
+
+“I didnʼt see you in South Africa,” Calvin said, steadying himself. “I might have thought you
+would stand alongside your comrades.”
+
+“I am the will of the Foundation,” the voice continued, “and it is here the Foundation resides.”
+
+Calvin didnʼt respond right away. The familiarity of this individual struck him, and there was
+
+something uncanny about the way his voice rang out from inside its metal cage. “Do I know
+you?” he said after a moment.
+
+The figure did not move. “To know me is to know the Foundation,” Purpose said, “my words are
+its words, and my voice is its voice.”
+
+In his mindʼs eye, Calvin saw briefly a memory flash across the edge of his consciousness, the
+
+faintest echo of a time when a dashing young Foundation agent, one with black hair and blue
+eyes, had laughed in a sonorous baritone while singlehandedly holding back a group of
+
+Insurgency operatives. What had they called him? Lament.
+
+Calvin readied his firearm in one hand.
+
+“What happens now?”
+
+“I have been tasked with protecting this Sanctum until O5-1 returns. None shall enter without
+
+his word.”
+
+“He isnʼt here?” Calvin cursed under his breath. If he had fled, perhaps to a far corner of the
+Earth, it would be months to find him again. He could not lose this opportunity.
+
+“No,” Purpose said, seemingly without pause. “He is here.” Without another word, the
+
+monolithic figure stepped aside.
+
+Calvin hesitated, his sidearm still locked into his fist. After nothing happened for a moment, and
+then another, he relaxed. The weapon slid back into its holster, and Calvin stepped forward.
+
+Each step he took brought him closer to the unwavering eyes of Purpose, but it did not move. It
+only watched, and stood aside. As he went to pass through the archway, he paused.
+
+“Purpose,” he said, his voice low, “will anyone else be joining us?”
+
+“No.”
+
+“Make sure they donʼt.”
+
+“As you wish.”
+
+Calvin entered the arched doorway, looked back once more into the solemn eyes of Purpose,
+and then disappeared into the darkness beyond.
+
+— - —
+
+The passageway beyond was not large, but it was ornately decorated with carvings into the
+rock face of its walls. In the low light he could only make out the faintest of shapes, but each
+
+seemed even more detailed and intricate than the last. He ran his hand across the smooth
+surface, his fingers feeling the hard edges of faces, buildings, gods. In the silence of the
+
+tunnel, his footsteps were accompanied by whispers, voices that should have been too far
+
+away to be heard, but were just audible here in this place between places.
+
+He was not there long. Eventually he stepped out into another room, larger even than the last,
+
+whose focus was a long, ovular table at its center, lit by numerous spotlights hanging
+
+somewhere far above it. Screens lined the walls, each flipping quickly between different
+cameras. He saw long hallways, bright overhead lights, containment facilities. Doctors and
+
+researchers sitting in laboratories. Security personnel standing guard by doors. And then
+monsters - nightmare creatures that lurked back and forth in glass-paned rooms. Demons that
+
+crawled into their own skin and then out again. Unmoving statues.
+
+And behind everything hung the largest screen of all. When Calvin entered the room, the large
+
+screen lit up, and he saw scenes of himself - moments in his life that led him to this moment.
+He saw himself being sent to a youth detention center, Wellwood Rehabilitatory, when he was
+
+only twelve. He saw himself joining the military, and then being approached by an agent of the
+Insurgency.
+
+He saw himself training with other operatives, being appointed a commander by Delta. His first
+
+meeting with Anthony. His first with Olivia. The three of them meeting Adam. The long stretch
+of brutality and agony that had brought him here. In each scene, looked down upon as if by
+
+someone standing just behind him, Calvin now felt a sickly feeling. He saw himself not pushing
+forward as he had imagined at the time, but instead being pulled along, his body bound to one
+
+end of a long and sickly string that stretched between where he had been and infinity.
+
+He saw where the string began, and followed it to its end. Across the world, to the edge of
+Death and back, and now here, in this room. Across the floor, beyond the long table, to the man
+
+sitting on the stairs leading up to the screen at the far end of the room.
+
+The man wore slacks, and had recently been wearing a jacket. His white shirt was stained with
+blood on the chest and sleeves, and dark lines ran down his face. There was something laying
+
+next to him on the stair, something wrapped in the manʼs jacket that Calvin couldnʼt quite make
+out. He took a step towards this man, but the man didnʼt move.
+
+“You are O5-1?” he said tentatively.
+
+He heard the man say something, but couldnʼt make it out. “What?”
+
+“Aaron,” he heard the man say. “My name is Aaron.”
+
+“Aaron,” Calvin repeated. “Aaron Siegel? O5-1?”
+
+“Yes.”
+
+Calvin nodded. "The Second Overseer. Where are they?"
+
+Aaron didn't respond, but even from across the room Calvin could feel the immediate chill in
+
+the air.
+
+"So it's just you?" Calvin asked.
+
+"Yep," Aaron responded. "It's just me."
+
+Calvin drew his firearm and, in an instant, loosed five good rounds towards the man on the
+stairs. Each, he knew, flew truly, but as they approached Aaron they hissed and luminesced
+
+brightly before dissolving into the air. He fired again, with the same response. He stopped
+firing.
+
+“Stand up, Aaron Siegel,” he said, holstering his weapon and pulling the spear off of his back.
+
+“Letʼs finish it.”
+
+The man didnʼt move. “Where did you get that spear?”
+
+Calvin didnʼt respond. After a moment, he heard the man laugh. “Whatʼs so funny?” he said.
+
+Aaron rubbed at one of his eyes with the palm of his hand. “You have traveled across a lifetime
+
+to get to this place and find me, and youʼre going to kill me with a spear?” His laughter stopped.
+“You donʼt even know why youʼre here.”
+
+“Iʼm here because when I kill you, I kill the Foundation. I kill the Foundation, and the universe
+can heal. You are a cancer.”
+
+Aaron stood up lazily, his eyes half open as he stared across the room towards where Calvin
+
+stood. “No, no. You're like me; filled with righteous conviction, spurring you forward. It wasnʼt
+fate. It wasn't destiny. It was a sheer, unspeakable, unknowable force of unimpeded will. You
+
+there, and me here. In a trillion worlds, in a billion universes, we would each find ourselves
+
+here. Conviction led me to this place, just as it led you.”
+
+He stepped down from the platform, the bundle of his jacket still lying behind him. “Two
+
+unstoppable forces, hurtling towards each other with nothing between them.” He turned,
+reached into his jacket, and pulled out a gleaming golden sword. As he held it in his
+
+outstretched hand, a tormented scream leapt from within the blade and it caught fire, bright
+
+white flames licking up the edge. In the light of this sword, Calvin could see Aaronʼs eyes. They
+were his own.
+
+“There is nothing else to say, Calvin Lucien,” Aaron said, the sword settling down by his side.
+“Either your convictions will be broken today, or mine will, and one of us will die.”
+
+He nodded. “Let's finish it.”
+
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+djkaktusdjkaktusBEFORE
+
+— - —
+
+The doors to the infirmary crashed open, and Aaron's security detail poured into the hallway.
+
+Behind them came the Overseer, in a full on sprint towards the single illuminated room on the
+
+floor. His guards flanked the door, and he ran in, only stopping once inside to catch his breath.
+
+There were two other people standing in the room, and one laying on a bed attached to several
+
+life-giving machines. The Blackbird and Green were standing next to the bed, upon which was
+Sophia, the Nazarene. Seeing her, Aaron stumbled over towards the bed. He placed an
+
+uncertain palm on her forehead. Her breath was shallow.
+
+"What happened?" he asked, his voice ragged. "What happened to her?"
+
+The Blackbird's face was sad, but Green appeared slightly annoyed. "You know what
+happened to her, Aaron," she said. "She was hung up with silk nails. She's cursed. This is what
+
+happens to people who are cursed."
+
+Aaron shook his head. He knew the truth of what she was saying, but he had not believed it
+would come so quickly. He remembered the first night they had spent together, when she had
+
+told him what she was capable of. Dancing through time, she had called it. He had laughed.
+Then one day she disappeared, and when she returned her wrists were punched through with
+
+dark iron nails and her side had been skewered. He had not laughed then.
+
+The nails, though. Felix had known what they were. Something old and dangerous. He had
+
+warned about them then - warned about what would happen to her blood. The Fountain could
+protect them from sickness, but-
+
+Curses? he had said. No, unfortunately not. Curses are an unnatural thing. That is a wound I
+cannot clean out.
+
+But she had persisted. Her work continued, and the projects she managed flourished, but she
+
+would have bouts of weakness and agony that would last for days, then weeks. The last one
+had stretched on for three months. Felix had tended to her using the treatments the Blackbird
+
+had recommended, but it had become evident that her condition was worsening.
+
+“You said that you could prevent this,” Aaron snarled at the Blackbird. “You said your magic
+would keep this from happening.”
+
+The Blackbird held up his hands. “I made no such promises. I said I could delay the inevitable,
+
+but this is the inevitable, Mr. Siegel. She is fortunate to have lasted this long. Those nails were
+not designed for someone who survived a crucifixion.”
+
+Aaron turned back to her. He felt heat building in his face, something sharp and broken
+
+festering in his gut. Sophiaʼs skin had begun to darken, first along her arms and now creeping
+up to her chest. Mottled black and grey, like frostbite. They had wrapped them in bandages to
+
+keep the seeping down, but the bandages had soaked through.
+
+“How much longer?” he asked.
+
+The Blackbird sighed. “Days, maybe. Hours, more likely.”
+
+Aaron didnʼt react. The room was stuffy and still, the only sound was the clicking and beeping
+of the machines, the soft rush of air with every assisted breath, and the ticking of a clock on
+
+the wall.
+
+“I would be remiss,” the Blackbird said, “if I did not remind you that our previously discussed
+
+arrangement could prevent this.”
+
+Aaron stiffened. “Thatʼs not what weʼre here to do.”
+
+The Blackbird shrugged. “Maybe not. But the terms of the contract are clear. Stay the hand of
+death. This-” he gestured down to Sophiaʼs withering form, “-is death. This is what it looks
+
+like.”
+
+“You donʼt have long to decide,” Green said, tapping her foot impatiently. “Once sheʼs gone,
+sheʼs gone. Thereʼs no getting her back.”
+
+He felt the heat again. In a flash, he wondered if they had exacerbated her condition to bring
+
+him to this point - to force a decision. There had been almost unanimous approval when the
+contract was first discussed - specifically from those with the most to gain. Green, the
+
+Archivist, the Lesser. But Sophia had resisted, and thus so did Aaron. It is not our purpose to
+live forever, he had said. Itʼs our purpose to do right by the Foundation.
+
+Easier to do right when thereʼs no time limit, Green had responded.
+
+He took a deep breath, and then another. He stood up and adjusted his tie. He closed his eyes
+
+and focused. Focused.
+
+“Death,” he said in the prepared Latin, “make real your avatar. Appear now.”
+
+The room grew cold and still. The sounds dimmed until all that remained was silence. There
+
+was a dark figure in the corner, a grim phantom beyond which was nothingness. Aaron saw the
+Blackbird shiver, and Green clutch the railing of Sophiaʼs deathbed.
+
+“Aaron Siegel,” the voice whispered, barely a sound at all. “I would tell you that I am surprised,
+
+but manʼs convictions have been discarded for less.” The figure cast its empty gaze down on
+the bed. “A terrible decision awaits you, doesnʼt it?”
+
+“Produce the contract,” he said. His voice was hollow.
+
+There was a rush of air, and something like rattling laughter followed it. The spectre reached
+
+into its tattered robes and pulled out a long, black quill. In the air before them, a spitting and
+shimmering red line appeared, hissing as it burned and smoked. Beneath it appeared the words
+
+JAMES AARON SIEGEL, O5-1. Aaron reached out and grabbed the quill from the shadow and
+dragged its razor tip across his palm. A thick line of blood pooled up in his fist, and he gripped
+
+the end of the quill tight until it was full. Then, with a swift flick of his wrist, he scrawled his
+name across the line. The ink sizzled and burned for a second as it hung there, the only source
+
+of light in the room, and then disappeared.
+
+“One more,” the voice said, gesturing down towards Sophia. A stark white face in the shadow
+grinned. “Thirteen names.”
+
+As it had before with his name, the line appeared again with the words JESU SOPHIA LIGHT,
+
+O5-2 beneath it. Aaron reached down and pierced Sophia just above the breast with the end of
+the quill, where the encroaching rot had not yet touched. Blood jumped into it, and using her
+
+hand to hold the pen Aaron traced her name in the air. The ink danced around in the darkness
+for a moment, then it too disappeared.
+
+Then they were all there, a long line of names and signatures.
+
+There was another rush of air - a mocking laughter, Aaron thought - and then the lights came
+
+back up. The figure in the corner was gone, as was the quill. He looked at the spot on his hand
+where the quill had broken skin and saw nothing. When he looked up, the Blackbird and Green
+
+were both looking at him incredulously, and then all three of them looked down at the bed as
+Sophia began to cough. She brought a hand up to her face and rubbed her eyes, blinking them
+
+against the light. She turned to look at Green and the Blackbird, and then again to look at
+
+Aaron. When she saw him, her face darkened.
+
+“Oh, Aaron,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “You didnʼt.”
+
+NOW
+
+— - —
+
+Calvin was drowning. He was adrift in a sea with no surface and no floor, and the dark grey of
+
+the abyss surrounding him as far as he could see. Water filled his lungs, his chest, his eyes. He
+gasped and clawed at his throat, desperate to seize even a single other breath. He screamed
+
+silently, and then the water filled him.
+
+He awoke with a start, sitting up quickly and grabbing on to the edge of the platform he had
+been laying on to steady himself. As he gathered his bearings, he wiped a hand across his face
+
+- water, from a leaking pipe above him. He took several deep breaths and his heart began to
+calm down. He took another few breaths and looked around.
+
+He was sitting on a padded platform, a few feet off the ground. The room he was in was small,
+
+with a single door on one wall and a slatted vent overhead. The air coming through the vent
+was cold, and he shivered instinctively. He felt around and realized his sidearm was missing,
+
+but his other belongings were sitting neatly on a small table next to the platform. He stood and
+picked them up.
+
+The only other thing in the room, he noticed, was a small screen next to the door connected to
+
+a speaker. He approached it and bent down to look at it closely. The screen was dark,
+displaying a slowly spinning grey circle and arrows - the Foundation seal - with a glowing red
+
+point at its center. As he drew closer, the red point pulsed. A voice crackled through the
+
+speaker - a childʼs voice, but the intonation was wrong. The cadence of it was awkward, like it
+was an approximation of what a child should sound like.
+
+“You’re awake,” the voice said with an eerie tinniness. “You’ve been sleeping for a 
+long time.”
+
+Calvin coughed. “Where am I? What is this?”
+
+“This is where I live,” the voice replied. “My friends brought you here. They 
+
+brought your friends, too.”
+
+“My-” Calvinʼs voice caught in his chest. He remembered the explosion, and the plane falling
+out of the sky. “Where are they? What did you do with them?”
+
+“They’re here. You’re all here. I didn’t kill your friends.” A lower bass
+
+sound echoed through the walls of his chamber. “Unlike you. You killed my friends.”
+
+Calvin stepped back away from the screen. “Who are you?”
+
+The sound coming through the speaker changed abruptly, and now it played music - a
+
+distorted mashup of pop music tracks like a commercial jingle. At the end of the jingle he heard
+another voice, his own voice, from a conversation between he and Anthony months prior, when
+
+they had been trying to track down the location of the Accountant.
+
+”The last three are the really tricky ones,” he heard his own voice say. ”The Founder and the
+
+Nazarene are holed up in Site-01, but the Third Overseer, the Kid… well, the writer didnʼt seem
+
+to know anything about them at all.”
+
+“The Kid. Youʼre the Third Overseer?” Calvin asked.
+
+The spinning icon began to rotate slightly faster. “I know what you want to do,” the voice
+
+said. “You’re here to kill me. You want to kill my Father and my Mother, 
+too. I don’t want you to do that. Mrs. Green says that people who kill like
+
+you do are evil.”
+
+The speaker went mute, and on the screen the rotating icon disappeared. Next to him, he heard
+the lock on the door click. Calvin looked at it for a moment, and then slowly opened the door
+
+and stepped outside.
+
+He was standing in a long, dark industrial hallway, lit by dim incandescents hanging from the
+walls. He could see one end of the hall near him - a panel of lights and switches behind a steel
+
+grate. At the other end he could see a bend in the hallway and a light, so he began walking
+towards it. From somewhere deep beneath him, he could feel something big humming.
+
+The voice crackled over the speakers in the hallway. “I’ve been watching you for a 
+
+long time, Calvin. I know where you were born. I know where you grew up. I 
+know about your mother and father, and your friends, and everything. I know
+
+how many breaths you’ve taken in your life. I know how many times you’ve 
+blinked.”
+
+Calvin turned down the hallway and the voice followed him. “Before I was born, there 
+
+was another O5-3. His name was Anderson, and he built impossible machines. 
+Machines that could think. Machines that could love. But his greatest cre-
+
+ation was a machine that could see the future - one that my Father could 
+use to find the preferred option, if needed. But Anderson had no passion 
+
+for it and wanted to work on his thinking machines, so he left the council 
+and his machine fell into disrepair.”
+
+The voice continued. “Mrs. Green gave my Father an idea. She asked why, when 
+
+Mr. Accountant and Mr. Blackbird could see the general shape of the future,
+would you concern yourself with that machine? What would be much more use-
+
+ful for the Foundation wouldn’t be a machine that sees the future, but a 
+machine that sees everything. Using what they knew from Anderson’s jour-
+
+nals and their own engineers, they retrofitted that machine to do just 
+
+that.”
+
+Calvin exited the hallway into a tall, dark, narrow chamber with pipes running up its entire
+
+length. At the end of the chamber he could see an elevator. He took a step forward, and as he
+did lights opened up overhead, and he saw that the walls of the room were lined with tall
+
+cylindrical tanks full of a brackish green fluid. Inside them he saw shapes - humanoid shapes,
+large and small, some frozen in the throes of agony and others hanging limp by wires running
+
+into their skulls. He followed the tanks up, and realized that there were hundreds, if not
+thousands of tanks stretching up towards a ceiling he could not see.
+
+“The stress of that machine proved to be too much for so many. Perception 
+
+floods the senses with noise - they needed a clean mind to run this ma-
+chine, one that didn’t have so many distractions. Something perfect and 
+
+pure. That’s why my Mother and Father woke me up. I was not distracted. I 
+had been fated to die as a sacrifice to a god from Saturn, but they saved 
+
+me. They snipped my spinal cord and gave me new sight through the All-
+Seeing Eye. They gave me a new life. Ever since then, I’ve been watching.”
+
+Calvin passed through the room with the tanks and into the elevator, which began descending
+
+by itself. Tinny elevator music began playing overhead.
+
+“I know everything there is to know about you, Calvin. I know the 
+Insurgency only had the opportunity to recruit you because the military 
+
+discharged you for killing that woman with your car. I know you were drunk 
+that night, too. I watched it happen, Calvin. I could show you right now, 
+
+if you wanted to see it.”
+
+“Why are you telling me all of this?” Calvin said, a thin line of sweat forming on the back of his
+neck.
+
+The voice laughed. “Because I know you think this is some righteous mission 
+
+you are on. To cleanse the world of evil. Vincent Arians believed that, 
+too, but you and him and all of you are flawed. You are not pure. You are 
+
+not righteous. Yours is not the voice that should decide the fate of the 
+world.”
+
+“I made mistakes when I was younger,” Calvin said, “mistakes that I paid for. We all have. But
+
+ruining the structure of the universe for personal gain is-”
+
+“You are waging an ideological war based on one study conducted by a dis-
+
+graced former Foundation researcher with questionable results and a set of
+
+disconnected reality anchor data collected from dubious sources. You have 
+been told several times that you are misguided, that your path is not 
+
+founded in reason but in hate and ignorance. All this, and still you push 
+forward. You have moved past the point of naivete, Calvin Lucien. You have 
+
+no moral footing. You are dangerous.”
+
+The elevator stopped and opened up onto a platform stretched across a massive shaft that
+stretched upwards as far as he could see. On a wall near him were the words DEEPWELL-1 in
+
+white, and all around the concrete walls were tubes and lights, hoses and switches, flashing
+and writhing and all connected down to a smooth cylindrical machine in the center of the
+
+platform. On its side was a monitor with the same logo and red eye as the others, but when
+Calvin saw it he felt watched. Something was behind it.
+
+“I brought you here, Calvin, because it is time for your journey to end. I 
+
+am graced with perfect reasoning, perfect awareness, and perfect under-
+standing. The All-Seeing Eye has judged your intentions and found you 
+
+lacking. For this, and for your crimes, the punishment must be death.”
+
+From above him Calvin heard a whirring sound, and another platform lowered down from above
+
+to be level with his own. On it were Olivia and Adam, both bound to steel restraints but
+
+otherwise unharmed, each struggling to get free. Calvin took a step towards them and stopped
+at the sound of a weapon being cocked. When he turned to look, he saw the four assailants
+
+from the airport, the smallest of which had leveled her rifle at Calvin and prepared to fire.
+
+“Olivia Torres, Adam Ivanov,” the voice said, “for your actions of unwarranted 
+hostility towards the Foundation and for the murder of many innocents, you 
+
+too will die.”
+
+Calvin looked at them, and then over towards the woman with the rifle, and then at the cylinder
+
+in the center of the room. He had run out of options.
+
+“Irantu,” the voice said. “Execute them.”
+
+The largest of the four strode towards Calvin, eyes deadlocked him. Calvin took one step back,
+and then another, and then noticed something strange. Dangling just between him and Irantu
+
+was a white, shimmering line. He furrowed, and saw Irantu stop and do the same. The line
+danced and wiggled and then there was more of it, appearing out of a point in space. Then
+
+came a reel, and the handle of a rod. Then a hand, and finally a face.
+
+“Thought you might need this,” Alison said, winking at him. “Good luck.”
+
+Calvin grabbed it and held it out in front of him. Irantu stepped forward to snatch it, but before
+he could Calvin had pulled the rod back and cast it out into the air. When it grew taught, he
+
+pulled.
+
+Something around them gave. A sound echoed throughout the shaft like something thick and
+wet tearing, and an intense heat filled the room. From where the end of the line had landed in
+
+the air, a long gap opened in space, beyond which came an equally intense cold. Ice and snow
+blasted out of the opening, and Irantu stumbled backwards away from it. The woman with the
+
+rifle fired, but missed right. Her next shot was stopped by a gruesome white hand.
+
+The hand had extended out of the gap and caught the bullet. It held the bullet out in its flat
+palm, and then the hand shook violently and spasmodically and the bullet was gone. The hand
+
+braced on the edge of the opening, and then another hand followed it. Then another. And then
+dozens more. From within the gap appeared something horrific - vaguely humanoid, with too
+
+many arms and too many legs and too many hands. Its chest was sunken and skeletal, and
+along its neck and back were sinister black tattoos. In place of a head it had a wide, flat disc
+
+adorned with flaming glyphs that pulsed as it moved, and when it moved it did so unnaturally,
+jerking and spasming forward. As it pulled itself out into the shaft, Calvin thought he heard the
+
+sound of drums, realizing instead that it was the creatureʼs beating heart. A chorus of low,
+chanting voices emanated from all around the creature. When it saw the four Foundation
+
+agents, the beating grew louder.
+
+“Oh fuck,” the taller female said.
+
+The being from within the gap hovered forwards, its six legs tucked beneath it and the chains
+
+attached to its wrists rattling with each jerking, flailing motion. The smaller female fired her
+weapon again, but the bullet burst into dazzling multicolored pieces as it shattered in front of
+
+the creature. Irantu pulled a long, bladed saw from his belt and swung it at the creature,
+catching it across one of its palms. The drumbeats picked up in intensity as the scar left by the
+
+saw began to seep a thick, grey fluid. Another hand came across and caught Irantu under the
+chin, sending him spinning backwards.
+
+The other three opened fire on the creature, dodging out of the way as fire and lightning burst
+
+from its fingertips. Calvin ducked behind a support beam and ran over to where Adam and
+Olivia were bound. Pulling a knife from his pocket, he cut at the straps holding them in place
+
+freeing them both. As they hit the ground, they both jumped up on him and wrapped their arms
+around him.
+
+“Oh my god,” Olivia said, “we thought you were dead.”
+
+“You did? I thought you were dead.” Calvin said, embracing them. “The plane - I saw it get shot
+
+out of the sky. Howʼd you escape?”
+
+“We left to come find you when we heard gunshots,” Adam said. “We thought you mightʼve
+
+been near, but then they came for us and we were overwhelmed.”
+
+A blistering ray of light scorched the air near them, and they saw the charred form of one of the
+four assailants hang in the air for a moment before collapsing into dust. The room around them
+
+hummed, and from the pool of liquid below them a glass tank burst up and open, and an
+identical copy of the humanoid climbed out. Lightning arced across the room towards Irantu,
+
+who caught it in the chest and burst into fire. Another tank arose from beneath them and Irantu
+climbed out of it, and both tanks descended into the liquid again.
+
+“We need a plan, fast,” Olivia said, scanning the room. “What is that thing?”
+
+“No idea,” Calvin answered, following her eyes. “That girl we met in the other worlds, Alison,
+
+brought it here.”
+
+One of the creatureʼs hands jerked slightly towards them, and the ground beneath them began
+to buckle and sway, pooling around their feet like molasses. They leapt away just in time to see
+
+it bend and then collapse into the pool below, as more lightning blasted through the air.
+Suddenly the room was full of a loud buzzing, and from ports in the walls came drones, each
+
+armed with a gun trained on the multi-limbed creature in the middle of the room. The creature
+swatted at them with gusts of wind, and grabbed the smallest woman in one hand and held her
+
+up to the flat disc on its neck. The glyphs there burned brightly, and the woman screamed as
+her flesh was seared and scorched. When it let her go she dropped limply to the ground, and
+
+another tank erupted from the pool.
+
+“Look,” Adam said, pointing at the four humanoids, “theyʼre drawing that thing away from that
+thing in the center of the room. There must be something important in there.”
+
+“Letʼs get closer,” Calvin said, but when he turned back a drone had closed on them and
+
+opened fire. He felt hot metal graze his shoulder and ducked back behind the platforms they
+had been strapped to. “Either of you have any ideas?”
+
+Adam shrugged, but Olivia was quickly rifling through her bag. She pulled out a paintbrush and
+
+a small container of a thick blue paint, and twisted the cap off.
+
+“Youʼll understand if this is sort of messy,” she said, dipping the brush into the paint, “but time
+
+is of the essence.”
+
+She whipped around and, with a flourish, pulled the brush across the air. In its wake followed a
+dazzling trail of blue fire in six concentric rings, and with another pull of the brush they danced
+
+into the air and out towards the drones. The drones caught in the path of the flames burst into
+pieces with shimmering explosions of sparks, and those too close to the explosions
+
+destabilized and fell. More gunshots came across the room, this time from the smaller of the
+
+two males, and Olivia pulled the brush around towards them. A full-length glittering cyan shield
+materialized in front of her, and the three of them scurried across the room towards the central
+
+cylinder behind it as bullets pinged around them. The drumbeats picked up, and they saw the
+torso and arm of the same male fly towards the far corner of the room and crash into the wall.
+
+Olivia pulled a gun from her bag and handed it to Calvin, who turned around the cylinder and
+
+fired at the closest of the humanoids. Adam ran his hand across the cylinder until he felt
+something catch, and then pulled to reveal a panel. He reached into his pack and pulled out a
+
+device with a small screen and several wired connections, and went to work splicing it into the
+panel. They paused to huddle behind the cylinder momentarily as a streaking beam of fire cut
+
+across the room, emanating from a rift just in front of the multi-limbed creature. Calvin caught
+Irantu in the skull and another tank rose up from the pool beneath them, and another Irantu
+
+scrambled up onto the platform.
+
+“We need to do something about those, too,” Calvin said, pointing down at the tanks beneath
+them. “What have you got?”
+
+Olivia rummaged around for a second, pausing only to duck down as a minigun sent grey
+
+pieces of meat flying towards them. After a moment she pulled out another container of paint
+and a circular paper disc. She sat the paper down on the ground and began to draw thin black
+
+lines across it.
+
+“I donʼt actually know what this will do,” she said, her voice even and cautious, “but itʼs better
+than nothing, probably.”
+
+The intricate design she had created was a mesmerizing display of lines and shapes, and she
+grasped the paper circle by its edge. She stood, took one fluid step and spun it out of her hand
+
+like a frisbee. It floated across the room and landed in the water just above the tanks.
+
+“Hold on!” Olivia shouted, but they only heard the first word as suddenly the air in the room
+was pulled away. There was a deafening roar and then nothing, and from where he sat gripping
+
+desperately to the floor Calvin could see that the disc had become a flat black circle, beyond
+which he could see stars. The water beneath them and the drones above were pulled down
+
+towards it, as was one of the four humanoids.
+
+The massive, multi-limbed entity turned towards it and despite the silence of the vacuum
+
+Calvin could still hear the frantic drumbeats of its furious heart. All of its hands came together
+in front of it, and when it pulled them back there were hundreds more, spectral and
+
+shimmering, and in unison they all danced a waving, horrifying jig. The spectral hands
+collapsed back on the real ones, which burned bright white against the darkness of the room.
+
+The creature floated over towards the hole in space and, bracing itself against the bottom of
+the pool with its six legs, grabbed the corners of the hole and pulled it closed.
+
+The creature paused for a second over where the hole had been, as if now seeing the tanks
+
+below for the first time. It bent down towards them and lifted one into the air, and then another.
+Suddenly all of its arms were pulling the entire mechanism apart furiously, wires and steel and
+
+hoses flying into the air, and blood raining down in between the pieces of shattered machinery.
+
+The three remaining figures turned to flee, but the creature came upon them too quickly.
+Holding its palms flat, they began to gyrate in a wide spinning motion, and the ground beneath
+
+the humanoids turned slick and they fell to the platform. The creature turned its palms up, and
+now they were hanging in the air, unmoving except to scream and shout. The creature closed
+
+its fists, and one by one the last three were compressed into fist sized orbs of meat and gore,
+and when it opened its fists their remains sprayed across the chamber like burst crimson
+
+balloons.
+
+It hung there in silence for a moment, unmoving. Then, as two of its hands came up in front of
+it to gesture spasmodically, it shifted sideways abruptly and disappeared. The chamber was
+
+quiet.
+
+Then came a long, low whine, the sound of something screaming in agony and fury. It came
+through the walls, through the floor, from the dark ceiling above them, then it too went out.
+
+“Enough. Enough. Enough.” the voice said, echoing throughout the shaft. “I have had 
+
+enough. No more tricks. No more monsters. No more.”
+
+Calvin heard something spooling up, and turned over his shoulder just in time to see a gun
+
+barrel extending from the wall, trained towards them. He pulled his own gun out and fired
+
+towards it, but a single plume of smoke erupted from the end of the sleek metal tube. He had
+time enough to look towards Olivia, whose face was scrunched up and puzzled. She didnʼt
+
+have time to look back, or even time to take another breath, before the bullet passed through
+the back of her skull and out between her eyes. Her expression softened, and she looked as if
+
+she wanted to say something, and then collapsed.
+
+Calvin screamed. He turned to Adam who was sitting stunned at the panel, his expression
+blank and shattered, and grabbed at his backpack. He pulled the ornate metal cylinder out of it,
+
+and from within he drew out the Spear of the Non-Believer. He took it in both hands and
+pushed it into the panel, and with an inhuman roar shoved it through the other side of the
+
+machine. Another gunbarrel appeared, and Calvin turned to fire at that one as well, but another
+bullet screamed across the room before he could disable it. Adam yelped and grabbed at his
+
+back, and he too collapsed.
+
+Calvin grabbed underneath the spear and stood, pulling it upwards as klaxons began to blare
+
+and red lights flashed all around him. He heard something like rushing water, and his arms and
+legs bulged from the effort. With one great heave, he hefted the spear upwards and the steel
+
+exterior of the cylinder slid upwards. Using both hands, he pushed the spear further up, and
+the sheathe fell off the top of the cylinder and onto the ground.
+
+In its place was a glass tank covered in small electrical panels and blinking lights. Through the
+
+glass he could see something floating in the liquid within, something small and disfigured. It
+was a baby, a human baby, but grossly malformed and writhing. Its eyes were empty sockets
+
+of white pus, its mouth and ears were sewn shut, and an arcane tattoo of a circle and three
+arrows surrounding a red point was printed on its forehead. It was attached by wires and hoses
+
+to the machines encompassing it, and as soon as the steel exterior had come loose a sound
+screeched through the speakers around them. Something horrible. Something animalistic.
+
+Calvin grabbed the spear again and slammed it into the glass, then again, and again. On the
+
+fourth effort, the glass cracked and splintered, and the brackish yellow fluid within rushed out
+onto the ground. All that remained was the horrific form of the Kid, hanging by wires from the
+
+machines that sustained his life. Calvin pulled the glass back with his bare hands, until nothing
+separated them.
+
+“Ha,” the sound out of the speakers changed. “Ha. Ha. Ha ha ha. Ha ha ha ha ha. 
+
+Ha. Ha.”
+
+Blind with rage, Calvin reached through the opening and grasped the squishy, wriggling infant
+in his bare hands. He squeezed so hard he felt as if his arms would break, as if his eyes would
+
+burst in his skull. He squeezed until his hands cracked and his ribs groaned from the effort. He
+squeezed until he felt meat and blood running between his fingers, until everything that could
+
+be broken had been broken. He squeezed until the echoing laughter in the chamber faded into
+the sound of rushing water and Adamʼs gasping.
+
+He dropped what remained of the Overseer into the puddle of its organs on the floor of the
+
+tank, and stumbled backwards. He turned to Adam, who was writhing on the ground, grasping
+at his back.
+
+“Calvin, my legs,” he mumbled through clenched teeth, “I canʼt feel my legs. I canʼt feel my legs
+
+goddammit, I canʼt feel them.” He looked over to Olivia, who was laying face down on the
+ground. “Olivia… no, no no, Olivia no, Calvin, please-”
+
+Calvin leaned down and slid the spear back into its tube, and clipped it on his belt. He reached
+
+down again and picked up Adam, who cried out with pain as he was lifted off the ground. He
+did the same with Olivia, and with them both on his back he stumbled and struggled towards
+
+the elevator. Only within did he see the source of the sound - water was breaking through the
+compromised structure of the shaft from above. Every so often a larger stream would pour
+
+down from above, and then another. As the elevator pulled away, a wall gave way and the
+water rose up above the platform.
+
+Klaxons continued to sound as he dragged himself and the others through the site, which was
+
+dark save for the flashing emergency lights. He stumbled in the blackness, his eyes focused on
+each door, each hallway, any possible exit. He could feel the site collapsing around him, and
+
+every so often he would have to turn around as a wing had fallen down into the shaft and
+disappeared.
+
+He came to the end of the last hallway, and at its end was a door. With the last of his efforts, he
+
+pressed against it and fell out into sunlight. He dropped Adam and Olivia, and with the last of
+his strength slammed closed the door behind him. They were laying on a hill, the side of a
+
+reservoir, and from behind him he could hear the sound of water falling into the pit.
+
+Calvin turned over and saw Adam. His face was turning white, his lips purple. Blood had pooled
+
+around his waist, and he was no longer crying out. He could see his eyes growing dark, his skin
+
+beginning to tighten. Adam looked towards Calvin, but Calvin was not sure if he could actually
+see him. He crawled over to the young man, hand grasping his face. Adamʼs breath was short.
+
+“No, kid, no, come on,” Calvin could feel hot tears forming on his face. “Not you too. Not you
+
+too.”
+
+He fumbled around looking for a phone, for a transponder, for anything. Then he felt it,
+
+something heavy in his pocket. He reached in and pulled it out, and dazzling in the light of the
+sun was a vial of blue liquid. He held it out, his heart rate quickening. He looked down at Adam,
+
+who was also now looking at the vial. Adamʼs eyes turned back to Calvin.
+
+“No,” the boy whispered, his voice choked with blood. “No.”
+
+Calvin shook his head. “Iʼm sorry. Iʼm sorry. Not you too.”
+
+He pulled the cork from the vial and turned it over into Adamʼs throat. Once it was empty, he
+turned the young manʼs head backwards, forcing him to swallow. The results were
+
+instantaneous - color rushed back into his skin and his eyes cleared instantly. He coughed up
+blood, but a moment later his breathing returned to normal. His legs moved, and Adam
+
+frantically reached behind him and pulled a bullet from out of his back. He lay gasping on the
+ground, his eyes staring up into the sky.
+
+“Why,” he asked after a moment. “Calvin, why? Why?”
+
+Calvin stood up carefully. He reached into his pocket to make sure the journal was still there.
+
+He bent down into Oliviaʼs bag, careful to avoid her dead-eyed stare, and pulled a transponder
+from within. He pressed the button on top of it, and sat it down next to Adam.
+
+“Itʼs almost over,” Calvin said, his words carefully measured but no less uneasy. “Itʼs time to
+
+finish it.”
+
+Adam reached out from where he lay and grabbed onto the hem of Calvinʼs pants. When Calvin
+
+looked down at him, Adam was crying.
+
+“Calvin, please, no,” he said softly, his voice cracking. “Donʼt go, please. Donʼt leave me here.
+Donʼt go. Please, Iʼm begging you, we can just run away. We can run away and never have to
+
+think of this ever again. Please, god, donʼt go. Calvin, please. Please donʼt go.”
+
+Calvin pulled his leg free. “Stay here, Adam. Stay here, and the Insurgency will come to get
+you. Iʼm not going to risk you, too. Stay here. Iʼll come back for you.”
+
+Adam tried to wipe at his eyes, but his body was weak. “No, Calvin, please. Thereʼs something
+
+else. Please, donʼt go. I love you, Calvin. I love you. Please donʼt leave me. Please donʼt go. I
+donʼt want to be alone again.”
+
+Calvin turned away. He reached down and picked up Oliviaʼs limp form, and put her back over
+
+his shoulder. He looked down at Adam one last time, who was pleading and begging on the
+ground. He closed his eyes and took a breath, and began walking.
+
+— - —
+
+Calvin, please, donʼt leave me. Donʼt leave me. Please.
+
+— - —
+
+NOW
+
+— - —
+
+Aaron stood at a window looking down into the mountains, his foot tapping impatiently. It was
+
+raining, and every now and then a silent bolt of lightning would streak across the sky,
+illuminating his own reflection. Behind him was a monitor, and on it was a live feed of a
+
+collapsed reservoir, now swarming with Foundation recovery teams. A soft tone chimed, and
+he turned back towards the monitor.
+
+“Yes,” he said quietly. “What is it?”
+
+“Complete destruction of the site, Mr. Siegel,” said the soft female voice of the AI. “The body of
+
+O5-3 has been recovered. The Overseer has been killed.”
+
+Aaron did not respond immediately. “What about the other thing I asked you to look into,
+
+Helen?” he asked. “What did you find?”
+
+“The vault containing SCP-5935, the Godless Lance, was opened by an unknown user an
+indeterminate amount of time in the past. Due to the userʼs behaviour and ability to expunge all
+
+records of the event, it is likely that the user was O5-2.”
+
+Aaron stopped tapping his foot. “Sophia? How did we miss this?”
+
+“The user had administrative privileges equal to your own, sir,” the voice responded. “This was
+done at your request.”
+
+He felt his neck tighten. “Where was the Overseer last seen?”
+
+The voice was silent for a moment. “O5-2 was last seen entering the Garden, sir.”
+
+Aaron grabbed his coat off the back of a chair and strode towards the stairs.
+
+“Prepare my plane, Helen. Itʼs time to go home.”
+
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+
+— - —
+
+Thirteen chairs with thirteen occupants sat around a long, ovular table in a cavernous chamber
+
+deep beneath the earth. On the walls around them were screens, many of which were
+
+displaying vital statistical information of some relevance and others which were live feeds of
+hallways, courtyards, laboratories and holding cells. These screens were ignored, though, in
+
+favor of something lying in the center of the long table. Something long and sleek, with a dark
+wooden shaft and an etched steel spearhead.
+
+“Well Iʼll be damned,” the American said, leaning in to look at it closer. “You actually got it
+
+done.”
+
+The Outsider stood from her seat and pulled out a packet of papers. “Yes, well, with no
+
+shortage of effort there are plenty of things you can accomplish.”
+
+Blackbird smiled from his seat near the end of the table. “Plenty of things, yes. Great and
+terrible things. The Egyptians murdered thousands to build their pyramids.”
+
+“I believe the Pyramids were actually built by Elvis and Tupac,” the Accountant said, “though I
+
+may be confusing that with Atlantis.”
+
+They all laughed.
+
+“W-what does it do?” the Lesser said.
+
+An uncomfortable nothingness at the end of the table stirred, causing the air to chill suddenly.
+
+A voice came out of it, one quiet but intense and difficult to listen to.
+
+“This is the Spear of the Non-Believer,” the Other Overseer said, “the godless lance of Old King
+
+Sarrus.” The spectral horror hummed softly. “Fascinating.”
+
+The Outsider came around the table, handing each of them folders out of her packet of
+information. “To answer your question, the short answer is ‘probably a lotʼ. The longer answer
+
+is that weʼre not sure. Ever since we contained the last of the four great demons and gained
+access to Apollyonʼs tomb, weʼve been studying the texts found there to learn more about this
+
+spear. It obviously had some importance to the king, or else it wouldnʼt have been where it was
+
+and it wouldnʼt have cost so much blood to get to it.”
+
+She pulled out a remote and flashed it at the largest monitor in the room, one that hung on the
+
+far wall. It showed the interior of a tomb, dusty and dark, with the spear hanging by silver chain
+over a large, stone sarcophagus. The next image was text from a book written in a language
+
+few of them recognized.
+
+“Is that Daeva?” the Blackbird said bemusedly. “Written in shorthand, so not by a Daevite.
+Where was this?”
+
+“In the tomb,” the Outsider said. “Based on information weʼve gathered from these books, itʼs
+
+likely that these passages were written by either Daevite captives, or slaves, or were stolen
+from Daevite libraries. Why they were buried with Apollyon, Iʼm not sure. However, there are
+
+several tombs in this collection that speak about that spear directly, indicating that it predates
+that kingdom by centuries and may even predate the Daevites. A lack of written historical
+
+records beyond that point would make it difficult to narrow down, but we have reason to
+believe that even to these ancient civilizations, it was considered a legendary weapon.”
+
+The Lesser rapped his knuckles on the table in frustration. “I understand all of that, but I want a
+
+short answer. Why is this important and why did we spend so many disposables on obtaining
+it?”
+
+The American shot him a look. “It kills gods, Baron. If you throw it at a god, that god will die.”
+
+He waved his hands around in the air. “Poof. Just like that.”
+
+The Lesserʼs face scrunched up uncomfortably. “Thatʼs just preposterous. You canʼt kill gods.”
+
+“Oh yes,” the Other Overseer said calmly, “you certainly can. It is a remarkably difficult feat,
+accomplished by only a handful throughout all of time, but there have been terribly powerful
+
+beings consigned to oblivion before.”
+
+The Archivist began flipping through a book on the desk in front of her quickly. “Yes, if my
+records are accurate, which they likely are since they d-did not have to be translated and were
+
+not sitting in a cave-” the Outsider shot her a blistering look -”there are legends going back th-
+thousands of years, maybe more, about different weapons that could k-kill gods. Usually
+
+sword, arrows, that sort of thing. Most have either been confirmed to be fakes, or l-lost to
+antiquity, but perhaps the most enduring l-legend is this one. The Spear. I-in fact, there have
+
+not been any other s-such stories about s-such powerful weapons in all of m-modern history.”
+
+“Well,” the Other Overseer said with a light lilting to its response, “there was one.” At the other
+end of the long table, the figure sitting in shadow at its head shifted in its seat.
+
+“Yes, Diane, thank you,” the Outsider said, annoyed. “One of the oldest legends regarding the
+
+spear involved Lucifer, the figure from Christian mythology. In that story-” she clicked the
+remote again, and the next image was what could very tenuously be called a book, “-when God
+
+smote Lucifer a shard of his iron crown fell to the earth with him and was found by Cain. The
+same story details how Cain used the shard to kill Abel, not a rock, and that he crafted the
+
+spear out of his brotherʼs bones once he realized its terrible power.”
+
+The table was silent for a moment.
+
+“What a crock of shit,” the Liar said, kicking their feet up onto the tabletop and cackling. “I
+
+know bullshit when I see it, and that-” they gestured at the screen “-is bullshit.”
+
+“Now now,” a sickly sweet voice danced across the table, “you know how much Mr. Siegel
+doesnʼt like people putting their feet up on the table now, honey. Weʼve been over this before.”
+
+The Liar pulled their feet back off quickly. “Sorry, maʼam.”
+
+Green leaned forward into the light, a narrow pair of rectangular spectacles perched on the end
+
+of her nose. “Oh, itʼs no worry. I just donʼt want anyone getting distracted today, when we have
+such important work to do.” She looked across to the American. “Rufus. Do you have anywhere
+
+we can put this where nobody will be able to get to it?”
+
+The American shrugged. “I mean, no. Ainʼt got anywhere you can just shove things where there
+wonʼt also be unassociated persons digging around. Can we not just keep it here?”
+
+Green shook her head. “No, here wonʼt do. We need to put this somewhere close enough that
+
+we can get to it if we need it, but far enough away that it will never be used against us.” She
+tapped a finger against her chin. “Anyone have any ideas?”
+
+The room was silent again. She sighed.
+
+“What about you, Mr. Roboto?” she seemed to say to nobody specific. Suddenly the screens in
+the room blackened, and each was replaced by a dark grey circle and arrows with a pulsing red
+
+spot at its center. “You have anywhere we can keep this?” she said.
+
+You are asking if I know of a location more secure than the one you are 
+
+currently sitting in, the display read. The answer is no. There is no location 
+
+more secure than this one.
+
+Green huffed. “Well there has to be somewhere, right? Is there nowhere out there we can-”
+
+She was silenced suddenly by the ringing of a phone at the far end of the table. The figure in
+the shadows there looked down towards it, and on the third ring extended a hand and picked
+
+up the receiver. They spoke in hushed tones for a moment, and then sat the receiver back
+down. The table watched the figure silently.
+
+“Sophia will take it away,” the Founder said, his voice soft. “She can keep it hidden out of time,
+
+with no opportunity for it to be disturbed in any way. He looked down at his watch, and then
+back up at the table. “For our purposes, you would all do well to keep your distance from this.”
+
+The Ambassador furrowed his brow, confused. “One moment sir, if I might. L'Américain says
+
+this is a spear for killing gods, yes? Why then would it be any danger to us? We are not gods,
+no?”
+
+The Founder smiled gently. “Jean, you give yourself too little credit.” He looked back down the
+
+table. “Diane, Rufus, Mortimer. Assign as many of your assets as you feel comfortable to
+Donnaʼs team at the Apollyon site. Sophia,” he looked at the figure in the shadows just beside
+
+him, who did not move, “take this away. Find somewhere to keep it safe. I trust you.”
+
+The figure flickered slightly, and then both it and the spear were gone, and the table in unison
+
+realized it had never been there at all.
+
+NOW
+
+— - —
+
+The hum of the jetʼs engines were the only sound that filled the cabin as Sylvester Sloanʼs plane
+
+cruised through the skies. He and Calvin sat at a table together near the front of the plane; they
+had been talking a moment before, but now they sat staring at a television mounted at the front
+
+of the cabin. The sound was off but the message was clear: the newsreel read “French
+billionaire Jean Lemieux Betrand cancels appearance at Jove Festival in South Africa, citing
+
+security concerns.”
+
+Olivia was watching too. Her complexion had not improved much, but her eyes were focused.
+“Jean Betrand. Thatʼs the Ambassador, isnʼt it?” She squinted at the screen. “Is he always so…
+
+public?”
+
+“Thatʼs what he does,” Sloan growled. “The pretty face of the Foundationʼs PR efforts. Not
+really one to miss a party, though.” He scratched his chin. “Something must be up.”
+
+Suddenly the light on the cabin phone lit up with a soft beeping. Sloan walked over to it and
+
+pressed a button.
+
+“Does the Black Moon Howl?” he asked.
+
+“It never stopped,” the voice - a womanʼs - replied.
+
+Sloan sighed. “Good evening, Priscilla. What can I help you with?”
+
+The woman on the other end tutted at him. “Have you retrieved our agents?”
+
+Sloan looked back at the three of them, his nose turned up slightly. “Might as well call it that.
+
+What do you need?”
+
+“Youʼve no doubt seen the news,” she said. “The Ambassador has cancelled his plans for
+
+tonight. What you may find interesting is why. Not an hour ago we received a call from him,
+verified identity and all, and he informed us that he had cancelled his plans because he wants
+
+to meet with us to discuss terms.”
+
+Sloanʼs steely eyes darkened. “Terms? Terms of what?”
+
+“Surrender,” Norris said. “There are only a few of them left now, and heʼs seeing the light at the
+
+end of the tunnel. A rat off a sinking ship.”
+
+Sylvester looked at Calvin, who was still staring at the television. “This feels like a trap,
+Priscilla,” he said slowly. “What is he expecting to gain from this?”
+
+“His life,” she said. “He said heʼd gladly stand trial, he just doesnʼt want to die.”
+
+Sloan pursed his lips. “Not surprising, the coward. Whatʼs he willing to offer?”
+
+“Information, and his resignation. He says he can tell us where the All-Seeing Eye is.”
+
+Calvin looked back down towards the phone, and then back at Olivia and Adam. Olivia was
+staring at him, her face still stricken from her time with the Blackbird. Adam had not looked
+
+away from the window since they got on the plane. Calvin sighed.
+
+“Who does he want to talk to?” he asked.
+
+Norris scoffed. “Myself, of course. As our chief diplomat, I alone have the authority to parlay
+with him.”
+
+“More like sheʼd like to get him alone and fuck him,” Sloan whispered, his voice little more than
+
+a growl.
+
+“Youʼll need a security detail,” Calvin said. “Youʼll need to move quickly.”
+
+“Iʼm not an amateur, Mr. Lucien,” she scoffed. “Iʼll not be told how to do my job-”
+
+“I still donʼt like it,” Sloan interrupted. “You have no idea what his intentions are.”
+
+“Of course not - because we havenʼt met yet, Sylvester. Thatʼs what diplomacy is for. Besides
+
+that, the decision has already been made. I will go to meet him tonight and bring him back to
+Delta for further questioning. Once weʼve gotten what we need from him, we hold onto him
+
+until this all blows over and then heʼll be free to go.”
+
+“The decision has been made?” Sloan barked.
+
+“Yes, Sylvester. We called a vote shortly after he contacted us. If you wanted to participate, you
+shouldnʼt have run off on your own courier mission when we could have sent a thank you card
+
+and a hot-air balloon to accomplish the same thing. You canʼt just leave whenever you want,
+we are at war, after all.”
+
+The grinding of Sloanʼs teeth was pronounced. “Where is this exchange taking place?”
+
+“O. R. Tambo International,” she responded. “Why, youʼre not thinking of-”
+
+Sloan dropped the phone back on the cradle and sighed. “Priscilla is a skilled diplomat, but this
+
+is above her abilities, Iʼm afraid. Betrand is notoriously anomalously charismatic. I wasnʼt even
+joking about her wanting to fuck him, either. Sheʼs a good talker, but not what I would call
+
+clever or self-aware.”
+
+“What do you want to do?” Calvin said.
+
+He groaned. “I donʼt know. Your two compatriots there are in no shape to be going back out
+
+there. I donʼt want Priscilla handling this alone, so I need to go and intercept her before
+anything happens. You,” he paused. “I donʼt know where youʼre at right now. Are you alright?”
+
+Calvin shrugged. “Iʼve been worse.”
+
+“Then you can come with me. Weʼll land at Tambo and depart, and Iʼll send these two back to
+
+Delta and out of harmʼs way. Agreed?”
+
+Calvin nodded. “Agreed.”
+
+— - —
+
+Hours later, and after a bout of fitful sleep, they landed in Johannesburg with little fanfare. As
+
+they prepared to disembark, Sloan pointed towards another plane sitting on the far end of the
+tarmac. The lettering on the side bore the words “Distant Horizons Airlines”.
+
+“Thatʼs a Foundation front,” he said. “Heʼs here.”
+
+Calvin gathered his things and moved to leave, then hesitated. He turned back towards Olivia
+
+and Adam, both of whom were watched him. Their faces were sullen.
+
+“Stay here,” he said. “Iʼll come back for you once this is over.”
+
+Olivia nodded, but Adam barely moved. His eyes were locked on Calvinʼs face, and there was
+
+an intensity there that Calvin didnʼt know how to respond to. Instead he nodded in response,
+and left the plane.
+
+He and Sloan crossed the tarmac towards the airport, where a small group of individuals Calvin
+
+identified as Insurgency operatives were waiting for them by a side door. As they approached,
+Sloan pulled a silver ring out of his pocket and held it up for them to see. Acknowledging the
+
+identification, the agents pulled the doors open and accompanied them inside. They proceeded
+down several long hallways until one agent ushered them into a side door.
+
+The room beyond was small - likely a meeting room for airport employees. Sitting at the table
+
+was a suddenly extremely aggravated Priscilla Norris, as well as a man in a clean, crisp tan
+blazer with a light blue shirt and dark blue tan slacks. As they entered the man stood and
+
+smiled, though when he caught Calvinʼs gaze he hesitated. Nobody else seemed to notice, and
+the man played it off quickly.
+
+“Sylvester,” Norris said, seething. “What are you doing here?”
+
+Sloan smiled as he extended his hand towards the man in the tan jacket. “Enjoying the weather,
+Priscilla. I havenʼt been this far south in ages; itʼs good for my old, flappy skin.” He turned to the
+
+man and took his hand. “Sylvester Sloan, a pleasure.”
+
+The manʼs smile was striking, Calvin noticed. He was unusually handsome, with dark hair
+pulled back into a short bun behind his head and a rich complexion with no blemishes to speak
+
+of. His eyes were a dark green, and when he laughed it sounded like music and falling water.
+
+“Jean Betrand, the pleasure is all mine,” the man said. “Thank you for coming so far to meet
+with me, Mr. Sloan. I was just telling Ms. Norris that I hope I have not inconvenienced you too
+
+terribly.”
+
+Sloan waved him off. Calvin watched him, and realized that despite the performance he was
+putting on, Sylvester was very carefully watching the windows and listening.
+
+“It is no problem at all, of course.” Sloan gestured back towards Calvin, who bowed slightly.
+
+“Youʼre familiar with my colleague, Calvin Lucien?”
+
+Betrandʼs face froze for an instant before relaxing back into its natural position. “Yes, yes, the
+man hunting Overseers.” He extended a hand to Calvin as well, who shook it. “You have really
+
+shaken things to their core, Mr. Lucien.”
+
+Calvin didnʼt respond, but they shared a look that spoke volumes of the tension in the room.
+Betrand motioned for them all to sit, and they did.
+
+“I will be as concise as I can,” he said, “because I do have a tendency to rattle on. Your actions,
+
+Mr. Lucien, have destabilized the Foundation. There are now crucial functions that were once
+performed by my colleagues that are no longer active. In the past, I would have reached out to
+
+Green or Rufus for their wisdom in these trying times, but they are also absent.” He adjusted
+his jacket slightly. “Thatʼs why Iʼve come to you. I am a realist, and despite my years of service
+
+to the Foundationʼs goals I value my own longevity over any ideology. Besides, by the look of
+things your ideology is winning out against theirs. Perhaps it is time to begin reconsidering.”
+
+“Besides this,” he continued, “I possess what you might call an acute ability to… feel things.
+
+People, I can read people easily. It is no problem. Even large groups, I feel very comfortable
+around, because I know how they are feeling. This, though, is much different. There is
+
+something massive moving within the Foundation, something very powerful. This power is
+radiating out from Overwatch Command, and it grows stronger everyday.”
+
+Calvin thought, then, about the presence he had felt in the warehouse, and in the spire.
+
+Something large looking down on him like he might look at a dust mite. “The Founder,” Calvin
+said. “Aaron Siegel.”
+
+Betrand looked at him and nodded slowly. “This is most likely. I am a single man, and while I
+
+may be the Ambassador of the Foundation, I am not eager to stand between this power and its
+goal. Instead, I would like to see it snuffed out. From what I understand, you are in possession
+
+of tools capable of doing this.”
+
+He laid his hands palms up on the table. “Here is what I offer. I know the location of the
+
+Overwatch Command, as well as many other Foundation black sites. I can show you where
+
+they are hidden. I have knowledge, practical knowledge about the Foundation that you might
+find useful. Once this is over, perhaps your organization will need assistance in cleaning up the
+
+mess that has been made. I have contacts in many organizations, and am well known. A
+valuable resource.”
+
+Norris nodded. “Yes, we would eagerly accept your services, Jean.”
+
+Betrand looked at her, and his eyes flashed for a moment. Calvin looked around and realized
+that, once again, he seemed to be the only one who noticed it. He caught Betrand looking at
+
+him from the corner of his eye, seemingly surprised about something. Norris, however, carried
+
+on.
+
+“We should get you out of here, and to safety. There is no telling what sort of erratic and
+
+dangerous response the Foundation might-”
+
+As if on cue, they heard someone shout in the distance. This was followed by more voices, and
+then a line of ripping bullets fired from some sort of powerful automatic weapon. Everyone in
+
+the room stood suddenly as Norrisʼ security team filed out into the hallway. More gunshots
+filled the air. When Calvin looked back, he saw that Betrand had gone pale.
+
+“Thatʼs them,” he said. “Theyʼve come for me. God, theyʼre going to kill me.”
+
+“I donʼt think so,” Sloan said, grabbing the man by his jacket and pulling him into the hall. Norris
+
+followed behind them and then Calvin. As they passed, Sloan addressed Norrisʼ detail.
+
+“If you see any hostiles, put them down,” he growled. “Weʼll deal with the fallout later.”
+
+They scampered down another long hallway until it opened up into a cafeteria. Employees of
+the airport were milling about, but the group quickly gathered their attention. Sloan pushed
+
+Betrand forward as more gunshots echoed through the hall behind them. Noticing this, the
+people in the cafeteria began to run for the exits, eager to escape the danger. Norris, Calvin,
+
+Sloan, and Betrand fell in with this group and together they made their way out towards the
+terminal.
+
+They exited out into a large lobby, where more people - likely passengers - were now heading
+
+towards the exits. Sloan pointed towards a set of gates, past which was his jet sitting on the
+tarmac. As they took off running for the door at the far end of the airport, there was an
+
+explosion behind them.
+
+When Calvin turned to look through the dust and debris, he saw four figures emerging from the
+smoke. They were human, but something about them was otherworldly and uncanny. The lead
+
+was a tall male with a shaved head and heavy body armor. One of the two females carried a lit
+flamethrower, while the other carried a long rifle. The other male was carrying what appeared
+
+to be a minigun fed by a long chain of bullets from a pack on his back. The four of them eyed
+Calvin in unison, and began running for him.
+
+“Oh fuck,” Calvin said, turning and sprinting towards the rest of the group. He heard the sound
+
+of the roaring minigun and ducked behind a pillar. From behind the group, Insurgency security
+operatives began flooding out into the lobby, firing openly at the four assailants. Distracted,
+
+they turned and engaged the security teams, and Calvin was able come around back behind
+the group and join them again.
+
+As they ducked and weaved to avoid the spray of bullets, Calvin occasionally caught a glimpse
+
+of the carnage taking place behind them. He saw one of the four, a woman, lift an agent into
+the air and hold her flamethrower up to their face. The larger of the men had pulled a steel
+
+support pillar out of the wall and had used it to skewer two other men, who writhed and
+dangled from it before slumping over and collapsing. A bullet pinged off a metal desk near
+
+Calvin, and he saw from a distance the assailant with the long rifle, slowly walking towards
+them and firing. He looked over towards the other three, who were preparing to take off again.
+
+“Down!” he hissed. “Stay down!”
+
+Sloan ducked beneath a table, but Betrand stumbled and fell over a row of chairs. As he did,
+
+Norris chirped and stood to assist him. Calvin heard the pop from the rifle and the pop from her
+skull simultaneously, as Norrisʼ consciousness was reduced to a pink vapor. Sloan cried out as
+
+he was sprayed with the gurgling remains of Norrisʼ grey matter, and a stooped Calvin had to
+pull him out from under the table. The three of them crawled towards the door as more bullets
+
+buzzed overhead.
+
+When they reached the exit, Calvin threw open the door and together they ran out onto the
+tarmac. In the near distance they saw Sloanʼs plane pulling onto the runway. They passed
+
+under another jet pulled into the gate, only narrowly avoiding the corpse of a headless agent
+that came crashing down towards them from a now broken window as the four Foundation
+
+assassins appeared in the open space where the glass had been. Calvin didnʼt look back, but
+felt himself falling as Sloan nudged him sideway, just as a bullet brushed across his cheek.
+
+When he looked back, Sylvester was holding his leg, and blood was pooling up through his
+pants. The man gasped and looked up at Calvin, and his expression went blank as another
+
+bullet burst through his heart.
+
+Another bullet crashed into the tarmac next to him, and Calvin rolled over to grab Betrand, who
+was curled into a ball on the ground. Calvin could see a dire expression stretched across his
+
+features, a speechless fear accompanied by wordless chattering of his lips.
+
+The speakers on the runway all around him began to hiss and crackle. Then, suddenly, a voice
+echoed out across the airport - child-like and unnatural.
+
+Irantu…
+
+…not the insurgent…
+
+Kill the traitor.
+
+…bring me the insurgent…
+
+Something like a wheeze escaped Betrandʼs mouth, and suddenly he was up and trying to
+scramble away. Behind them, Calvin heard a dull thud as the tallest of the group, the one the
+
+voice had called Irantu, landed flat on his feet from three stories up and began to swiftly cross
+the runway towards Betrand.
+
+“No!” Betrand screamed. “No! Let me go, please, I beg you, Iʼll do whatever you want! Please!
+
+Please! Forgive me, please! I donʼt want to die!”
+
+The voice cut through the speakers again.
+
+Traitor.
+
+Traitor.
+
+Traitor.
+
+Betrand fell onto his back and scrambled backwards, away from the armored man who now
+
+stood before him. Irantu lifted a foot and brought it down on one of Betrandʼs legs, shattering it
+with a splintering crack. He screamed and grabbed for his leg.
+
+“Please! Please! Irantu, please! Donʼt do this! Please! I just wanted to live! I donʼt want this!”
+
+Irantu grabbed Betrand by his hair and held his head still with his right hand. With his left, he
+reached into his belt and produced a lean, black hatchet, holding it out in front of Betrand. At
+
+the sight of it, the Overseer began gurgling like an infant. A moment later, Irantu brought the
+hatchet up and then down into Betrandʼs skull with a wet crunch, and then again, splitting it
+
+open as Betrand's bloodshot eyes rolled back into his head. Dropping the hatchet, Irantu
+reached into the gap with both hands and, as easily as a person might open a bag of chips,
+
+tore the skull in two. Betrandʼs body writhed on the ground autonomically for a few moments
+
+longer, before it and the airport grew silent.
+
+Calvinʼs breathing was heavy as the man approached him, but the roar of jet engines cut
+
+across the quiet. They both turned to see Sloanʼs plane lifting into the air at the end of the
+
+runway, and Calvinʼs heart leapt in his chest. Suddenly, he heard the distinct spooling up of the
+minigun, and then a long line of screaming lead streaked across the sky, ripping into the planeʼs
+
+engines. The man holding the minigun held it on the plane with laser precision, and only after
+the aircraft stalled and fell flaming from the sky did he release the trigger.
+
+A pallid grey horror came over Calvin swiftly as he watched the plane burning at the end of the
+
+runway. He looked up just quickly enough to see Irantu bring a closed fist down on his face,
+and then he blacked out.
+
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+
+— - —
+
+They were crammed into the small, dingy motel room - Adam sitting in a corner idly perusing
+
+an anarchoblog on his laptop, Olivia sitting on the bed drying her hair, Calvin sitting in the
+
+window watching cars pass on the dark street below them and Anthony relaxing on the other
+bed, eating a sandwich. They had the television on, but none of them were watching. Every so
+
+often they would hear footsteps in the hallway and all stop what they were doing until the
+sound disappeared around the corner. It was after one of these pauses that Adam broke the
+
+silence.
+
+“Anthony,” he asked, closing his laptop and kicking up his feet, “you said you were alive during
+the Schism, right?”
+
+Anthony grunted.
+
+“First of all, thatʼs still crazy. Second, why did the Schism happen in the first place?”
+
+The older man stopped chewing and swallowed. “Ideological quibbles.”
+
+Calvin rolled his eyes and Adam pouted. “No, seriously,” Adam said. “It didnʼt seem like the
+Foundation had been around that long. What couldʼve happened in such a short amount of time
+
+to cause a rift like that?”
+
+Anthony set his sandwich down on the bedside table. “There was a profound disagreement
+
+from the beginning about what the Foundation had to offer. Back then we had this enemy, see -
+we called them Abbadon. We were led to believe the Abbadon was this group of desperate,
+
+hostile reality benders that were attacking our storehouses to loot our artifacts. The threat of
+Abbadon showing up on our doorstep everyday led us away from just researching and
+
+containing anomalies - suddenly we were concerned with protecting ourselves. Reaching
+outside our bounds.”
+
+He took a drink from a can on the table. “We began a project to build this thing, this
+
+eigenweapon, that we could use to end Abbadon once and for all. Felix Carter, the Thirteenth
+Overseer, he was in charge of the occult research that went into developing the rituals we used
+
+to bind unparalleled power to a word, a word that could be used to annihilate anything in the
+universe in an instant with nothing more than a thought. We-”
+
+He paused as another set of footsteps proceeded past the door with little incident.
+
+“We did something,” he continued, “during the development of that weapon, that was truly
+
+heinous. I am convinced there is no greater sin than the one we committed to create that
+perfect gun, and I am half convinced the Overseers only signed that deal with Death to avoid
+
+the fires of Hell weʼre all now destined for.”
+
+He paused again and took another drink. “Anyway, we were fooled. Abbadon was an excuse,
+
+one perpetrated by the Administrator to, for the first time, create an anomaly. Give form to
+
+something that had not existed before we started. We succeeded, but at a terrible cost. The
+Schism was a result of the two lingering factions after that event - those who believed that
+
+creating that weapon was a net good, and those who believed it was a net evil. The ones who
+stayed thought that the ends justified what we had done, and that creating that weapon had
+
+created a safer world. Myself and several others rightly believed that we had done something
+unspeakable, and that the Foundation couldnʼt continue to exist. That it was rotten to its core.”
+
+Adam pondered this for a moment. “What happened to that weapon?”
+
+“They buried it,” he said without hesitation. “It could only be activated with the word, and the
+
+only person who knew what that word was defected with us. Aaron Siegel, The Engineer, the
+man who is currently the First Overseer. When they realized they couldnʼt use it anymore, they
+
+split up its component parts to keep them from being activated, and he could never use it again
+- word or otherwise.”
+
+“What caused the defection, then?” Olivia asked, scrubbing at her face with a washcloth.
+
+“What made Aaron Siegel go back?”
+
+“Arrogance and lust,” he spat. “They called with a better offer and he picked up the phone.”
+
+He leaned back against the thin, dingy pillows. “When we defected, Aaron Siegel killed the
+
+Administrator, thinking that would be the end of the Foundation. But the Administrator was just
+one man, and the Foundation was much more decentralized than it is today. The difference
+
+between then and now is a matter of scale. The Foundation of today has fully realized itself,
+and its core is less a connection of a few veins and more its bleeding, beating heart. There is
+
+power in the directors and everything, but true authority rests with the Overseers. When theyʼre
+gone, the Foundation will be a snake without its head.”
+
+He pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Calvin slid the window open slightly more in response and
+
+shot him a look.
+
+“And more than that,” he continued, “youʼve probably heard that all of the Foundationʼs sites
+
+and storehouses sit on top of nuclear devices - a last chance option if something terrible
+happens. Theyʼre not under every site, but they are under most. At Site-01, there is a system in
+
+place that will activate when there is only one Overseer left, a command that goes out to arm
+
+all of those bombs. If we get there and kill Aaron Siegel, we can use that system to destroy
+everything - the sites, the anomalies, all of it. Weʼll still have work to do, but weʼll have trumped
+
+them.”
+
+Calvin was looking at him from the corner of his eye. “How do you know this exists?”
+
+“I designed it,” Anthony said. “We didnʼt have nuclear weapons when I designed it, but the
+
+concept is the same. You could even do it from his desk. One button, and poof - itʼs all gone.”
+He picked his sandwich back up and nodded. “Thatʼs our play. Thatʼs how we do it.”
+
+NOW
+
+— - —
+
+Calvin was two steps out of the humvee with his gun drawn. Olivia was close behind him, but
+the man in the middle of the road didnʼt move. He held up both hands, palms out, and waved
+
+them slightly.
+
+“Look, see?” he showed them the backs of his hands. “No guns. Iʼm not here for violence.”
+
+“Who are you?” Calvin asked.
+
+The man made a large, sweeping bow. He was slightly hunchbacked, and when he bent over
+they could see the deviation in his spine.
+
+“I am Mortimer J. Denning Von Kronecker,” he said, standing back up. “Iʼm your next Overseer.
+Number Five, you see.” He gave them a knowing elbow. “I noticed you were going down
+
+numerically. Not maybe the most unique approach, but Iʼll admit itʼs narratively consistent.”
+
+Olivia raised an eyebrow. “Youʼre the Blackbird?”
+
+The man made a dismissive gesture. “Please, Blackbird is my work name. Iʼm not here on work,
+obviously, though-” he gave them both a look, “-it seems that you two are.”
+
+Calvin raised his gun as if to fire, and then hesitated. “What are you doing here?”
+
+“Me?” Mortimer raised a hand to his mouth. “Why, I came to meet you! I have seen some
+
+incredible things - many incredible things, if you believe half the stories they tell about me, but
+Iʼve never met someone who has, in one way or another, killed eight Overseers.” He crossed
+
+his arms and nodded. “That is impressive. Thatʼs never been done before, not even by the
+Overseers themselves!”
+
+“If you know why weʼre here, then why did you seek us out?” Olivia asked. “You know weʼre
+
+trying to kill you.”
+
+The man laughed. “Yes, well, I did know that. But see, unfortunately for both of us, killing me is
+
+sort of a non-starter, even after your little whoopsie with Felix back at the Spire.” He gestured
+
+at Calvin. “Here, Iʼll show you. This will help establish some rules. Shoot me.” He tapped on his
+forehead. “Right here, square between the eyes if you can.”
+
+Calvin raised his gun again but paused. He looked at Olivia, who looked back at him with
+uncertainty. Mortimer rolled his eyes and produced a knife from inside his sleeve.
+
+“Fine, fine,” he said, “we can do it this way too.”
+
+Holding the knife in his left hand and bracing the bottom of it with his right, Mortimer drove the
+
+blade of the knife into his head through his neck. Blood splashed out onto the ground and he
+immediately went cross-eyed as a gargling gasp escaped his lips. He pushed one more time
+
+with his right hand and the end of the knife lodged perfectly into his skull. He stumbled
+backwards and collapsed.
+
+The three of them sat staring at the man on the ground in shock.
+
+“What the hell was that?” Adam said from behind them.
+
+Then, suddenly, the road in front of them was illuminated by a dark purple light. It pulsed twice,
+
+and then with a snapping sound and the distinct smell of ozone, the Blackbird appeared before
+them again, unscathed. He held out his arms as if performing a magic trick, and then gestured
+
+to the corpse on the ground.
+
+“See?” he said. “Voila. Good as new.”
+
+“Youʼre anomalous,” Olivia stated.
+
+Mortimer nodded. “But really, who isnʼt anymore?” He held a finger to his chin. “You know, now
+
+that Iʼm thinking about it I believe that Green wasnʼt. I think that always got to her, you know?
+She had all these machinations-” he gestured wildly, “-that wouldʼve been so much easier to
+
+achieve if she could do the things I can do.”
+
+“What can you do?” Calvin said, lowering his gun.
+
+The Overseer held up a finger. “Ah, thatʼs a good question! Letʼs start with a better one - where
+Iʼm from.” He turned as if to walk away, and then stopped midstep to turn back and motion
+
+them to follow. “Come on, letʼs go. You can leave your belongings here, nobody is going to
+come after them for a while.”
+
+The three of them hesitantly started walking behind him. As they fell in step, they noticed the
+
+sky changing. It had been night, but now it was a deep, rich purple that was occasionally
+disturbed by ripples emanating from somewhere in the distance. The landscape around them
+
+began to change as well - gone were the hills leading up into the mountains, now they walked
+on a cobblestone street through a city they did not recognize. The sky above them began to
+
+change again, fading out from purple and into a sullen grey. A light rain was falling and a chill
+hit them from behind.
+
+“This,” Mortimer said, turning back to look at them, “is my home - where I am from, anyway. I
+
+was born here, in the city of London. London, population two-point-five million, is the last city
+on Earth. Isnʼt that something?”
+
+They stared around in muted amazement. Something dark and massive passed overhead, and
+
+they were momentarily drenched in shadow.
+
+“What happened here?” Adam asked.
+
+The Overseer shrugged. “You remember the Black Death? You no doubt read about it in a
+
+history book or something - a very tragic event in your worldʼs history. Well, as it turns out the
+Black Death hit this world very hard. There was this fellow in the Out There who woke up just in
+
+time to catch it at its worst, and told everyone he had a cure. As you can imagine, people were
+eager to take him up on the proposition. Only problem was, the Plague wasnʼt exactly what he
+
+was curing.” He waggled his eyebrows. “If you know what I mean.”
+
+He turned back to look down the dull street. At the far end, a horse drawn carriage passed by -
+the horse looking little more than a skeleton.
+
+“In your world - the one you were born in, this entity exists. We have him contained, in fact -
+
+stuffed in a cell somewhere. Heʼs much different there than he is here, I doubt there would be
+much we could do to inhibit this fellow.” He paused. “Anyway, city after city began to fall, all
+
+around the world. But not London. The Forefathers built her walls strong and her defenses
+stalwart. For a time we had allies - Paris, Munich, Rome. Even some much further away. Slowly,
+
+over time, they all went silent. London is all thatʼs left.”
+
+He started walking again, and they followed. He led them down the street and then out into a
+large, open thoroughfare that was empty except for them.
+
+“Now, as for what I can ‘doʼ. Youʼve no doubt picked up on part of it - walking hither and yon
+
+between realities is both useful and obvious. But before you can go somewhere, you need to
+see where it is youʼre going.”
+
+He pointed up into the sky and closed his eyes. “Youʼve met my good ex-friend The
+
+Accountant already. He was very good with numbers, and there were some who thought he
+could see the future. He couldnʼt really, just like I canʼt really. But I can do him one better. See,
+
+theyʼll tell you there are infinitely many universes, and for the layman that might as well be true.
+But itʼs not actually true. There is a functional end to all creation - a hard limit, if you will. There
+
+are only so many atoms and so many interactions. It might seem like infinity to your average
+guy on the street, but I can see those variations - each and every one of them. If there are
+
+more of some than there are of others, I know that in any one universe that event would be
+more likely.”
+
+He stopped again. “Now imagine youʼre a young Mortimer J. Denning Von Kronecker, and you
+
+live in a shit city on a shit island at the end of the world. The skies are always grey, the air is
+always toxic, and on the other side of the channel outside of these walls is a nightmare that
+
+could kill you in a heartbeat. You have dreams - dreams of a place like yours, but different.
+Brighter. Happier. A smaller chance of imminent death. You can see it, clear as day. Then one
+
+day you hear a voice calling out to you from this place - and itʼs your own voice. Theyʼre not
+you, but they are you.”
+
+He turned back. “I heard that voice, and took those first steps into a place that wasnʼt my own.
+
+This place, this London, is part of a dying world. If it makes it another six months itʼll be a
+miracle. I had no family, no friends. Nobody wanted a lame orphan who was hearing voices.”
+
+He shrugged. “So I left.”
+
+“Hang on,” Olivia said, rubbing her temple. “You can see other realities?”
+
+Mortimer looked up curiously, as if forming a thought. “See… no. Itʼs not like I can open my
+
+eyes and look at them, not really. Itʼs more like I can… hear them.”
+
+He started walking again. They passed an empty butcher shop, an empty bank, an empty
+apartment building.
+
+“You remember when I said I heard my own voice?” he asked. “That was true. When I came
+
+through there I found another me, and together we found another. We kept running into each
+other until there were no more of me left undiscovered, and then we all just sort of… came
+
+together. Unified, if you will. There are still a lot of me in here,” he tapped his head, “but we all
+more or less speak the same language now. This works out well, because if one of me ever
+
+dies, the others can just break that one off and stay intact. Does that make sense? Sort of like
+an onion. You peel one layer back, and thereʼs more onion underneath.” He rubbed his chin. “I
+
+think thatʼs a reference to something.”
+
+“I still donʼt understand,” Olivia said, “if youʼre all in the same place now, how do you hear these
+other dimensions?”
+
+“Realities,” he said, holding up a finger. “Dimensions are different and I donʼt dabble in those.
+
+That was the tricky bit, but sometimes things just have a way of working out. In my travels I
+found someone else like me, someone else who was maybe not quite so organized as I was,
+
+but could still hear herself wherever she is out there. Her name was Alison, the daughter of one
+of the Foundation senior staff members. She and her… sisters? Thatʼs not right. She and the
+
+other versions of herself struck a deal with me. I show up whenever she needs a little ‘muscleʼ
+
+and she keeps me informed of everything happening… everywhere. Do you understand?”
+
+Calvin stopped walking. “So why did you bring us here? What do you want?”
+
+Mortimer paused and then turned around. He was still smiling, but it was more somber
+
+somehow.
+
+“I know what youʼre trying to do,” he said, “and Iʼm sympathetic, trust me. I know youʼre
+
+adamant about what you want to accomplish and I know that nothing that I can say personally
+can change that - and thatʼs fair. Thing is, I donʼt know if youʼre right or not, or if your crusade
+
+will make any sort of difference in the grand scheme. I have some ideas, but Iʼm not sure. Just
+in case, I want to try and keep it from happening, because if for some reason you succeed and
+
+I lose touch with all of the me thatʼs in here, well…” he paused. “I donʼt really know what would
+happen, to be honest. I donʼt think it would be good.”
+
+“So Iʼm going to give you something!” His smile diminished slightly when he saw their faces
+
+turn. “Oh, no, this isnʼt like other deals Iʼm sure the others gave you. Especially since they were,
+what, Valerie and Rufus? Those two are nasty.” He shook his head. “Iʼm sure they resorted to
+
+horrible things in order to dissuade you, and look where that got them! Me, though, I can do
+better than that.”
+
+They stopped in front of another empty shop with three doors. Somewhere in the distance a
+
+flare went up, and they were briefly bathed in red light. When they looked back, there were
+three men standing in front of the doors, each identical to the others.
+
+“Iʼm going to offer you an out,” Mortimer said, the voices speaking in perfect unison. “Not an
+
+out thatʼs just in your head like The Liar mightʼve offered, or an out thatʼs not really an out at all
+and mostly just results in your death like Rufus wouldʼve preferred. No, this is a bonafide, 100%
+
+guaranteed out. If you take it, itʼs yours. I can arrange all the paperwork and make it happen,
+but itʼs there if you want it.”
+
+Each of the three men stepped aside, exposing the now open doors behind them. One for each
+
+of them.
+
+“We go through these,” Calvin said slowly, “and what, weʼre killed immediately? Is this a joke?”
+
+Mortimerʼs face softened. For the first time he no longer appeared unceasingly genial - instead,
+
+he looked tired.
+
+“No, itʼs not a joke - and thereʼs no funny business here. Iʼm just looking for a way we can both
+benefit from this.”
+
+They each looked at each other, and after a minute Olivia shrugged.
+
+“I mean, what else are we going to do?” she said. “Shoot him?”
+
+Calvin and Adam nodded in agreement, and the three of them each entered separate doors.
+
+— - —
+
+Adam found himself standing in a warmly lit room on a shaggy carpet. Somewhere on the
+
+street below, a man was playing something on a saxophone. There was a small fireplace, and a
+fire burning within it. Something was cooking in the next room, and it smelled heavenly. Adam
+
+scanned the room for something familiar, but found nothing.
+
+“Itʼs over there, if youʼre looking for it,” the Blackbird said, suddenly appearing next to him.
+
+“Over there in the corner, I mean. Your laptop, right? Thatʼs what youʼre looking for? I notice
+
+you donʼt really ever part with it.”
+
+“What is this?” Adam said, confused. “Where am I?”
+
+“This is Portland, Oregon, in the United States. Canʼt remember the address exactly. Youʼve
+
+actually been here once before, when you were younger. Your parents briefly sought asylum
+here.”
+
+Adam looked back around the room. “Thatʼs right,” he said, nodding. “We lived in the town in
+
+the mountains after this.”
+
+The Blackbird walked over to the window and looked out at the street. Adam continued
+scanning the room. “Why here?”
+
+“Because in this world, your asylum was granted,” the Blackbird said without looking up. “You
+
+grew up here, with both of your parents and your siblings. Theyʼre all still alive, too. Your
+parents moved to Los Angeles, but you liked it here most of all. This felt like home to you.”
+
+Adam didnʼt respond. It did feel like home. He remembered the thick carpet and the drapes that
+
+were just a little musty. Even the stupid little fireplace had made him so happy as a child. It was
+perfect, exactly as he remembered it but better, except-
+
+“Adam,” a voice called from the kitchen. It was dark and rough - and familiar. Adam felt his
+
+heartbeat quicken slightly as he took a few steps around the edge of the sofa in the middle of
+the room. A moment later, Calvinʼs head poked around the corner.
+
+“Dinner,” he said. He raised an eyebrow and looked around. “Who are you talking to?”
+
+Adam hesitated, his voice catching in his throat. He turned to look at the Blackbird for some
+response, but the man was staring straight ahead, unblinking.
+
+“Are you surprised?” the Overseer said. “You canʼt hide from me, Adam Ivanov.” He tapped a
+
+finger on the side of his head. “There was a time once when I too desired certain comforts.
+Pleasures of the flesh, as you know. The girl Alison has had her usefulness there, but I will
+
+admit I find your tastes far more fulfilling than my own.”
+
+Adam turned back to Calvin, who was no longer moving. The world had grown very still. From
+his position in the living room, quietly shaking and unable to control his heart, Adam saw a
+
+silver band on one of Calvinʼs fingers. He felt blood rush into his face.
+
+“There are struggles here,” the Blackbird said, walking back over towards a shimmering purple
+door in the back of the room. “You will experience hardships, just like everyone does. But it is
+
+an opportunity, and it is normal. It is a life that you can live free of fear. A life that is your own,
+not somebody elseʼs.”
+
+Then Calvin was walking over towards him, and he was unable to move. Calvinʼs face was
+
+stoic, but his eyes betrayed his concern. He reached out and put a hand on the back of Adamʼs
+head. It was warm.
+
+— - —
+
+Olivia stepped through the door and was abruptly hit in the face with a blast of salty water. She
+stumbled sideways and opened her eyes, and realized sheʼd very nearly walked into the sea off
+
+the edge of the ship she was now standing on. Ship was perhaps not the right term - the vessel
+she had appeared on was a yacht. Overhead the skies were blue and cloudless, and the seas
+
+around her were generally calm.
+
+She walked towards the center of the deck, where an easel was set up and a rack of different
+art supplies sat next to it. She moved to stand in front of it and saw it was a painting, half
+
+completed, of the horizon in front of her. In the painting the sun was hanging low in the sky.
+She leaned in and saw the sun in the painting was moving, slowly sinking below the horizon. As
+
+it did, the completed half of the image grew dark, and its sky filled with purples and blues.
+
+She stepped back, and noticed the Blackbird standing nearby, casually gazing off the side of
+the ship towards a beach nearby.
+
+“Where is this?” she asked.
+
+“Wherever you want it to be, I believe,” he said, idly drumming his fingers on the rail of the ship.
+
+“In this world, this ship is yours. That easel and those paints are yours. You have nothing to
+worry about except the easel, and the sea. All the time you need.”
+
+Olivia snorted. “You think Iʼd be convinced with a nice boat and some new paints?”
+
+The Blackbird looked back at her and smiled. “No, I really didnʼt.”
+
+She heard another sound from behind her - somebody climbing steps. She turned around to
+find a man emerging from below deck. He had dark, rich skin and long hair in thick braids. He
+
+was wearing white shorts and little else, and the definition in his musculature could have cut
+diamond. When she saw him, Olivia gasped.
+
+“Tevin,” she said, her voice catching. “I donʼt- I donʼt understand, how?”
+
+The world froze. The Blackbird walked up behind her and beheld the man for a moment.
+
+“I had wondered about you, Olivia. For all your passion you never seemed to show any kind of
+
+true emotion. Nothing raw or real.” She looked at him and he grinned. “Yes, Iʼve been watching
+you for a long time. I saw this coming, more or less, and long ago decided to keep tabs on
+
+those of you who might be involved.”
+
+He gestured at the man coming up the stairs. “This, though, surprised me. I was really amazed
+
+at how well you kept it hidden, even from the people who knew you best. But what would the
+Incredible Ivory be without her Excellent Ebony, eh?” He laughed. “I get now why the name
+
+wouldnʼt stick. Thatʼs ok, Iʼve had my fair share as well.”
+
+The Blackbird turned back towards the sea. “In this world, the boat and the paints are yours,
+
+and so is Tevin Laredo. There is no Foundation raid on your anartist community, and you donʼt
+
+accidentally turn him into glass while drawing up that wave of fire to dissuade your pursuers.”
+He glanced at her as her face turned white. “Yes, even that. The All-Seeing Eye of the
+
+Foundation doesnʼt miss much, and it certainly didnʼt miss that. I imagine it must have been
+horrible, really. I understand your pain - I too have made terrible choices with unintended
+
+outcomes that I have had to live with.”
+
+He sat down in a deck chair and produced a glass from inside his coat, filling it with a flask also
+from inside his coat. He took a drink and sighed, leaning back in the chair.
+
+“In this world, Olivia, you donʼt have to make that terrible choice. There is no accident. You and
+
+he get to stay on this ship and go where you want to go, and see everything you want to see.
+There is no limit to your horizons here.”
+
+Olivia tried to turn away, but tears were already streaming down her face. The Blackbird took
+another drink.
+
+“Wouldnʼt that be nicer?”
+
+— - —
+
+Calvin stepped out into a grassy field in the middle of the woods. The air was crisp and a thin
+
+layer of dew sparkled across the grass in the light of a rising sun. He took a few steps and
+gauged his surroundings, then sighed. He knew where he was.
+
+The Blackbird appeared beside him, looking down the small slow of a hill they stood on towards
+a small lake set on the edge of the woods. For a moment, they didnʼt speak.
+
+“This is a strange choice,” Calvin finally said.
+
+The Blackbird looked sideways at him. “What makes you say that?”
+
+Calvin shrugged. “Iʼve been here before. I know how it goes.”
+
+The Blackbird tutted. “Now, thatʼs not true. You know how it goes from a single perspective, the
+
+one you had that day in the woods-”
+
+Calvin raised an eyebrow.
+
+“-but this world, this is the one you always wanted. The one where you have a chance to save
+
+your mother.”
+
+They watched as a young Calvin and his mother came into view through the trees. As they
+
+came across the side of the lake, a body appeared in the water, floating up from some dark
+depth below. Then another, and another, and suddenly there were hundred of bodies coating
+
+the surface of the water like a slime. As they appeared, Calvinʼs mother stopped and turned,
+
+and she began walking towards the lake. Young Calvin stood unmoving behind her.
+
+“You had all this time,” the Blackbird continued, “all this time to run down and stop her. But you
+
+didnʼt, because you were a boy and you were scared. Now, though, you have all the time in
+
+the-”
+
+He stopped. Staring back at the two of them, right into Calvinʼs eyes, was young Calvin. There
+
+was a look of knowing there that he recognized as his own, a look of understanding about what
+had come before and what would happen next. The young man looked back at his mother, and
+
+then back at the treeline. Standing there, amidst the brush and the limbs, was a cloaked figure
+
+holding a silver canister. Calvin began walking towards them.
+
+The Blackbird recoiled at the sight. “You!?” his voice cracked and Calvin could hear something
+unnatural beneath his tone. “You did this?”
+
+Calvin reached the figure and took the canister. The figure held a single finger up to their lips.
+
+“This is not what you think it is,” the figure said. “Take it and see.”
+
+Calvin opened the canister and dumped the contents out into his hand. It was a pair of wire-
+framed glasses, with thin golden runes marked along its edges. Near the back of one of the
+
+earpieces was a name, inlaid in black. A. Shaw. Calvin held them up and they glittered in the
+light of the rising sun.
+
+“What are you doing?!” the Blackbird cried from across the meadow. “All of our endeavours laid
+
+to waste, and nothing but panic and uselessness from all of you. At least I was trying to fix the
+problem. I was trying to help. I wanted to make them happy, even if this one canʼt be satisfied.”
+
+Calvin paused. “You showed me this place, didnʼt you? I imagine you showed the other two
+
+something similar. What - their ideal world, or something?” He considered this. “If this is my
+ideal world, then why wouldnʼt it make me happy?”
+
+The Blackbird sank his thumb into the bridge of his nose. “Because those two want things that
+
+can be achieved reasonably. You, on the other hand, are a violent demagogue appealing to
+their baser instincts. Theyʼve both experienced hardships - because all people experience
+
+hardships. You and your ilk just pointed the finger at the Foundation and gave them an outlet
+for their hate. I was trying to offer them something better. But all you want is to kill, and all
+
+because of this moment, right here.”
+
+He gestured towards the water. “Do you see that? Your own mother, walking off to meet a
+terrible fate. Your entire life would change, made infinitely better by your non-involvement in
+
+these affairs. You have the choice, and youʼre still choosing violence. What does that make
+you?”
+
+Calvin looked back down at the glasses, and after a moment he put them on.
+
+“I donʼt know,” he said. “Letʼs see about you.”
+
+When he looked back up through the slightly blue-tinted lenses, the meadow and the lake and
+the woods were still there. However, instead of the Blackbird there now stood a towering
+
+monstrosity, some horrific psuedo-avian creature with dead eyes and fetid, rotting flesh. He
+could see through its thin, matted feathers to within, where a swirling mass of faces howled
+
+and cursed, each pressed up against the sides of their container as if it was near to burst.
+
+When the creature opened its foul beak to speak, he could hear the Blackbirdʼs voice echoed
+over infinitely many incarnations of itself, a sinister cacophony of misery and pain.
+
+“I offered you a life,” the creature said. “I offered you freedom. I offered you your mother.”
+
+Calvin shook his head. “No. Thatʼs not my mother.” He looked down at young Calvin, who was
+watching him closely. “Sheʼs his. My mother died a long time ago, because of abominations just
+
+like you.”
+
+“Youʼre a fool,” the Blackbird cawed. “It doesnʼt matter. I donʼt have to make you happy - youʼre
+already here, and I donʼt have to stay.”
+
+The sky began to turn purple again, and Calvin smelled ozone. From behind him, the figure lay
+
+a hand on his shoulder.
+
+“Turn the canister over again,” it said. “Quickly.”
+
+Calvin did, and sliding out from within it was a long fiberglass fishing rod. It was bright pink,
+with the words “Dr. Wondertainmentʼs Interdimensional Line and Lure” emblazoned on the side.
+
+Behind it was something else, and at the sight of it Calvin grinned. It was plain white wiffle-ball
+bat with a taped handle and the words “bird-b-gone by dado” written on it in black marker.
+
+He took the rod in one hand and, rearing back, cast it out towards the Blackbird. Out from its
+
+end came a brilliant white shimmering line that arced across the meadow and sank into the
+Blackbirdʼs flesh. The line went taught, and Calvin gave one last look to the boy standing by the
+
+lake before the world turned purple and they disappeared.
+
+When he opened his eyes, Calvin was standing on the deck of a wrecked and ruined ship. A
+cavernous hole had opened in the middle of it, and peering below he could see no visible
+
+bottom. A moment later, the Blackbird fell from the sky behind him and crashed onto the ship
+with a wet crunching sound.
+
+“Wha-” the creature said, fumbling up onto its wings and talons, “what is this? Where are we?
+
+This isnʼt where we were supposed to-”
+
+It was stopped suddenly by the sound of a cash register as Calvin swung the wiffle-ball bat
+
+sideway and struck the Blackbird in its mottled face. The impact point erupted in feathers and
+the creature howled and roared. It turned to bite at the fishing line that was now stuck in its
+
+back, but before it could reach it Calvin had come around again with the bat, each time causing
+
+the Blackbird to burst with feathers and gore and the sound of cash registers.
+
+The Blackbird spread its wings and took off, and Calvin held tightly to the end of the line as he
+
+was pulled up into a purple sky. When the haze cleared they were in a building - a Foundation
+site, it seemed - surrounded by chaos. Klaxons were blaring and the red lights of breach alarms
+
+pulsed rapidly in the giant antechamber they were standing in. A great many white-coated
+persons were scrambling out of a hallway where, behind them, there came a roaring sound.
+
+The Blackbird stared in the direction of the sound, and then its eyes grew suddenly very wide.
+
+“Oh fuck me,” it said.
+
+Bursting out of the hallway came the reptilian monstrosity they had seen in Adamʼs village, only
+
+smaller and covered in razor sharp blades. It was different, Calvin noticed, but the eyes gave it
+
+away. The creatures roared and hissed, and when it turned he could see a man standing on its
+back, screaming and laughing.
+
+As the Blackbird hesitated, Calvin crossed the room and struck it again with the bat, and then
+again, and then several times in quick succession. Each time, more and more feathers burst
+
+from its hide and the swirling mass of souls within it shouted and recoiled. As the reptilian
+
+creature came towards them, rows of teeth clashing together, the Blackbird beat its wings
+backwards pulling both of them away into the ether.
+
+Calvin crashed into the dirt, and not far away he heard the Blackbird do the same. When he
+stood up he saw that they were standing in what might have once been a field of grass, but the
+
+vegetation had long since died off. In fact, he realized with some morbid amazement, it didnʼt
+
+seem like there was anything alive at all except for the two of them. The sky was overcast and
+there was a storm rolling by a distance away, but they heard no birds, no insects, and nothing
+
+man-made.
+
+He was distracted momentarily when a drone buzzed by overhead, its motor the only sound to
+
+pierce the silence except for a light wind. When he turned back the Blackbird was upon him,
+
+beak pecking feverishly down at where he had been standing. He scrambled sideways and
+pulled himself steady on the fishing line, then brought the bat around with him and beat the
+
+Blackbird in the side of the beak with it. The beak cracked and splintered and the monster
+howled, but it pressed on - each time growing closer and closer to Calvin.
+
+Then there was a flash of light on the horizon. They both stopped to look, and in the far north a
+
+towering mushroom cloud was forming, a fireball that stretched into the heavens. They
+watched it rise and rise, and then saw with horror an approaching wall of heat and death. The
+
+Blackbird took two steps and then leapt into the sky, and they were gone again.
+
+They did not land immediately. As Calvin clung to the rod for dear life, he saw images of places
+as they passed. He saw a dark facility where three girls watched them with blind eyes as he
+
+came in and out of their existence. He saw a sky with seven moons and an arched golden
+gateway. He saw a Foundation site covered in snow - not one he was familiar with - with a
+
+multitude of doctors pouring out of it. He heard a piercing screech, then a blast of blue light,
+and then the site was gone.
+
+Each vision he passed, he began to notice faces. They were faint at first, growing more clear
+
+every time he came by another world. They were closer to him, more in focus. They were a girl
+- always slightly different, but the same girl each time. They watched him intently, each one
+
+looking as if they were about to speak. Then, one of them was holding up a hand with five
+fingers. The next had four. Then three. Two. One.
+
+The last girl held out her hand, and Calvin reached for it. They touched, and then immediately
+
+the swirling purple haze subsided and they crashed into a hard concrete floor.
+
+The first thing Calvin noticed was pressure. Something nearby was exerting a lot of it, and he
+
+felt a considerable effort to even breathe. As he stood up and looked around, he noticed the
+source: a massive, immensely complicated machine comprised of several concentric rings,
+
+within which was a dark, swirling mass of dust and debris. He looked up and saw that they
+
+were in the bottom of shaft he could not see the top of. The walls were lined with machines and
+panels, hoses and brackets, banks of lights that extended upwards to those dizzying heights.
+
+And then he saw the Blackbird, rising up from a heap in front of the machine in the middle of
+
+the chamber, stretching its wings and screaming furiously. Its eyes came back down and
+settled on the only other person in the room, a thin girl with dark hair wearing a silver circlet
+
+etched with a small black crown around her head. She took one nervous step back as the
+creature hissed at her.
+
+“Alison?” it asked, rage burning in its sockets. “What are you doing? Why are you here?”
+
+“Iʼve had enough, Mort,” she yelled, barely audible over the din of the machine in front of them.
+“This isnʼt right. None of this is right.”
+
+The Blackbird growled and roared. “What do you mean, ‘isnʼt rightʼ? How do you all not
+
+understand this? I can offer you anything you want. A life worth living, a death worth dying, and
+anything in between. You could be a god, Alison.”
+
+She shook her head. “No. No, itʼs not natural. I canʼt keep doing this.”
+
+The Blackbird reared up in front of her. “Natural? Death is natural. Misery is natural. What I offer
+
+is an escape - an existence that isnʼt a horror. What else could you possibly want?”
+
+She didnʼt respond. The massive creature cawed loudly and beat its wings down at her.
+
+“Iʼm sorry Alison,” it said, its tone now cold and flat, “but Iʼm afraid you no longer have a choice.
+
+I am the Black King. You can do nothing to stop me.”
+
+“No,” she said, her hand falling back to a panel near her. “But he can.”
+
+She turned a key and pulled a thick black handle and the lights around the room turned red and
+began to strobe in unison. Behind the Blackbird the massive machine began to unfold, the rings
+
+pulling backwards and exposing the room to the massive pressure within. The Blackbird
+steadied itself and laughed.
+
+“Really, Alison? Have you not learned anything? There are infinitely many of me in here - killing
+
+any one of me will do nothing.”
+
+Calvin came up beside her, bat in hand. He tapped it twice against his shoe.
+
+“Not infinite,” he said. “Not quite.”
+
+With a running start, Calvin crossed the room and took aim at the Blackbirdʼs center, striking it
+
+dead even with a solid, resounding crack. The creature heaved and creaked, and stumbled
+backwards into the swirling cloud of dust. It grabbed the edges of the machine with its talons
+
+and gripped, causing the metal to bend and twist. The ground beneath them began to shake
+and buckle, and the steel walls of the shaft began to groan.
+
+Then, with a soft rush of air, the cloud of dust vanished. In its place was a humanoid figure,
+
+solid black and unmoving. The air around it distorted heavily, and in the place of the cloud of
+dust was a red glow. The sound of creaking metal and groaning earth faded, and the figure
+
+inside the machine looked up. Alison grabbed Calvinʼs arm and pulled him behind a raised
+platform.
+
+The room began to vibrate, and through the sound Calvin could hear something like a voice,
+
+tinny and metallic, echoing through the air around them.
+
+“Overseer…” the voice said, “you are… an Overseer?”
+
+“Yes!” the Blackbird screeched. “Release me!”
+
+The figure unfolded itself and was now hanging in the air, standing straight up.
+
+“Crimes… immeasurable crimes.”
+
+“What crime?” the Blackbird cried. “The only thing Iʼve done is offer an escape! A way out!”
+
+The figure extended an open hand.
+
+“No,” it said, “this is the only way out.”
+
+It closed its hand, and the Blackbird seized. There was another rush of air, and Calvin could
+feel the breath being pulled from his chest. He leaned around the platform just in time to see
+
+the Blackbird pulled into a single superheated point and sizzle out of existence. The room
+began to shake violently, and Alison reached up and hit the handle on the platform. The lights
+
+began to flash again, and the machine started spooling up. A few moments later, as they sat
+huddled behind the platform, the air settled and the roar subsided.
+
+Calvin took a deep breath and coughed. “What… what was that?”
+
+The girl called Alison stood up gingerly. She held out a hand to Calvin and he did the same.
+
+“That being is one of near unparalleled power,” she said, he hand rubbing a spot on her neck.
+
+“It took me a long time to find it, but I had been searching for it for years. This is the only reality
+where this being exists, so you had to come here.” She cracked her neck. “Weʼre sorry for the
+
+inconvenience.”
+
+Calvin nodded slowly. “Who are you?”
+
+She smiled. “My name is Alison. The Foundation has a different name for me, for all of us, but
+
+thatʼs neither here nor there. We caught wind of what you were doing and realized this was our
+chance to undo the damage he had done.”
+
+Calvin cocked his head to the side. “Damage?”
+
+She rubbed her wrist. “When the Blackbird found us we thought we had a sort of kinship with
+
+him. He-” she hesitated. “I donʼt think he was evil, but there were so many Mortimers in there
+that itʼs hard to say who youʼd be talking to at any given time. He could see injustice, I think, but
+
+aside from his own power to escape it he didnʼt ever seem to care enough to do anything about
+it. I think he enjoyed his own existence too much.”
+
+Calvin nodded and then looked back to the humming machine. “I donʼt know how to get back.”
+
+Alison gestured at the fishing rod laying on the ground. “If you cast that out, another Black
+Queen will catch it and pull you in.”
+
+He frowned. “You mentioned the Foundation. Does it exist in this world? Do you know anything
+
+about the Overseers?”
+
+She laughed. “It did. They did too, a long time ago. But this-” she gestured towards the
+machine, “-this killed everybody a long time ago. Thereʼs nobody left here, now. Just me, and
+
+just to make sure this machine keeps running.”
+
+Calvin nodded and picked up the rod. He turned away from her and then stopped.
+
+“Do you know what he showed them?” he asked. “The two other people I was with?”
+
+Alison grimaced. “I do.”
+
+“What was it?”
+
+She shook her head. “I canʼt tell you that - just that taking them from where they are right now
+
+would be a cruelty youʼd be doing to them.”
+
+Calvin didnʼt respond. Instead, he pulled the rod back and cast it into the sky. It caught
+somewhere up above him, and the world went purple.
+
+— - —
+
+They stood on the tarmac of a small airport as a plane taxied up to them. When it stopped and
+
+the stairs descended, Sylvester Sloan emerged from within.
+
+He eyed them over carefully. Finishing his assessment, he loudly harrumphed.
+
+“You three look like shit,” he said.
+
+He was right. Adam stood uncomfortably apart from the other two, his eyes glassy and
+
+downcast and his shoulders hunched slightly. He shivered even despite the warm winds
+blowing out of the badlands behind them. Olivia was white as a sheet - the skin around her
+
+eyes tight and her breathing shallow. Calvin stood in front of them, his hands bandaged and
+several large bruises forming over his neck and face. The broken fishing rod was clutched in
+
+his hand; Oliviaʼs eyes would occasionally flash over towards it, and her breathing would
+become shallow again.
+
+Calvin nodded curtly. Sloan frowned, and without another word ushered the three of them onto
+
+the plane. Moments later, they were away.
+
+ELSEWHERE
+
+— - —
+
+Aaron Siegel stood in an elevator, quickly and quietly descending down a long shaft towards a
+
+complex aperture suspended over a shallow pool of red fluid. The elevator came to a halt, and
+he stepped out onto the platform in front of him. He glanced down at the figures lying in the
+
+pool, and then crossed over to a control panel.
+
+He entered a command into the panel, and below him the red liquid began to drain away. The
+four figures, still obscured by darkness, were lifted up from the pool by long metal arms that
+
+whirred quietly as they worked. They carried metallic plates, long lengths of wire and tubing,
+and racks of ammunition over to the figures, across whom glowing lines of superheated metal
+
+appeared as they squirmed silently. Aaron watched the entire process until it was finished, and
+
+the four figures were lifted up to the platform and deposited.
+
+“Can you hear me?” Aaron said.
+
+The foremost figure, a bald humanoid male in flexible armor, nodded. “We do.”
+
+“There are three agents of the Insurgency who had gotten their hands on powerful and
+
+valuable artifacts,” Aaron said quickly. “They have already killed seven of the other Overseers.
+Myself, the Nazarene, and the Kid are protected. The Ambassador has gone missing, and will
+
+likely be their next target.” He typed something into the control panel. “These are his last
+known coordinates.”
+
+“What is the mission?” another figure asked. This one was short and lean - clearly feminine,
+
+with cropped hair.
+
+“Find these three,” Aaron said, “if you can, bring them to me. If they resist, kill them. They are
+carrying two very valuable artifacts - a journal and a spear. Bring me the artifacts.”
+
+He turned over his shoulder. Behind him was a screen - black, with a dark grey circle and three
+
+arrows spinning slowly around a single red, glowing point. When Aaron acknowledged it, the
+red spot began glowing brighter.
+
+“Show them,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Show them where heʼs at. Find him.”
+
+The red spot blinked twice and disappeared. He turned back to the humanoids in front of him.
+
+“Go now Irantu, Munru, Nanku, Onru,” he said. “Find the Insurgents. Bring me the artifacts. Be
+my Red Right Hand.”
+
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+— - —
+
+Arians stood in the doorway, slowly pulling on a cigarette. Aaron was sitting at a table a few
+
+feet away, flipping through a report they had received the day before. Outside the window of
+
+their makeshift command center in Guadalajara a parade danced through the street, slowly
+working its way towards the center of town. The window was left open for the faint breeze, but
+
+it hadnʼt helped.
+
+Arians took another drag, letting the smoke fall out of his nostrils as he exhaled. He stepped
+
+inside and closed the door behind him. “I donʼt know what you were expecting. Didnʼt this
+
+confirm everything else weʼve heard so far?”
+
+Aaron shook his head. “Yes, yes, it did, but I donʼt understand it. They mobilized an army to La
+
+Paz - how is that possible?” He flipped the report over, looking for loose pages. “What we did
+
+in San Marco should have ruined them, Vince. Who was left afterwards?”
+
+“Plenty of people were left - what do you mean?”
+
+Aaron threw him a look. “I mean, who was left in command positions? Who knew how to- did
+
+any of them even know how to get into Site-01?” He tossed the report onto the couch behind
+him. “We didnʼt leave the door unlocked, did we? Who was left?”
+
+Arians shrugged. “Ansel Shaw, maybe. Last we heard he was operating out of that site in
+
+Michigan, but it couldʼve been him. He wouldnʼt know how to get into the secure site, though.”
+He paused, considering. “Skitter Marshall? Where was his team assigned?”
+
+Aaron rubbed his eyes. “No, no, it wasnʼt Marshall. He defected too - just not with us.”
+
+They sat in silence for a moment longer, only the sound of the parade moving into the distance
+breaking the quiet between them. Then, without warning, the door to the room opened. Arians
+
+was at it in an instant, gun drawn. Aaron didnʼt move, but stared unbelievingly at the figure
+inside the doorframe.
+
+“Sophia?” he asked incredulously.
+
+Sophia Light stepped through the door, slowly pulling a hood down off her face. Her hair was
+
+shorter than when they had last seen each other, but her eyes were the same unmistakeable
+green. Aaron felt something catch in his chest - something he hadnʼt felt in years. Longing.
+
+“No,” Arians growled, “a Foundation spy.”
+
+Sophia rolled her eyes. “Put the gun down, you idiot. Iʼm not here to kill you.” She rolled up the
+
+sleeves of her gloves, revealing holes in both of her wrists that had long since scarred over, but
+not closed. She had no hidden weapons. “There, satisfied?”
+
+“What are you doing here?” Aaron asked.
+
+She pulled the coat off and set it on the single bed in the room. “You sent a message to Edward
+Bishop,” she said, looking at Aaron. “O5-13. All the same melodramatic prose as ever, I knew it
+
+was you. He added it to the file we have in place for the-” she paused, “the Children. See,
+
+Edward still believes the lie weʼve been telling everyone.”
+
+“And whatʼs what?” Arians asked.
+
+“That he, or any of us, are still in control.” She sat down across from them and lit a cigarette of
+
+her own. Aaron could feel his heart crashing against his chest. “Your Defection really did a
+number on us, boys. Scattered, leaderless, all of our best and brightest killed or gone into
+
+hiding. We threw together a hodgepodge of doctors and called them “Overseers”, but none of
+them are actually running the show.” She paused. “Not even me.”
+
+Aaron frowned. “Then who is?”
+
+“We donʼt know,” she continued. “For years, the Overseers have been running the individual
+
+sites by themselves, but orders keep coming down from Site-01. Somebody is in there. For a
+long time we thought it was you,” she looked at Aaron, and her gaze softened slightly, “but
+
+after a while we realized it had to be something else entirely.”
+
+She leaned back and closed her eyes. “I know you went back. I was following you. You saw
+exactly what I saw when I went back - a man-shaped absence where Frederick-” hearing her
+
+say his name made Aaron wince “-used to be. Smoke on a wall, and nothing else.” She took
+another draw on the cigarette. “So if youʼre not in there, and heʼs not in there, then who is
+
+calling the shots?”
+
+Arians finally lowered his gun. “Why are you here?”
+
+She glared at him. “Because the other day we found something that shouldnʼt have been
+
+possible. Site-19, the facility we built when we scrapped the plans for the Alaska site, there was
+a door there we hadnʼt seen before. There was a whole new wing behind it, something that
+
+couldnʼt have been built without us knowing.” She swallowed hard. “In that wing is a room with
+a statue in it. We didnʼt put it there. We have no records of it being put there. We checked the
+
+file, and it just says that it was “moved there”. There wasnʼt a file before. The date on that file
+changes every year - and that statue is one of the most horrible things Iʼve ever seen.”
+
+She stood up. “Iʼm here because something is happening at Site-01 that is changing the
+
+Foundation. New facilities are being built every day, more and more doctors and researchers
+are being recruited that we know nothing about. You saw what happened in La Paz?” They
+
+both nodded. “Those orders didnʼt come from any of the Overseers. They came from Site-01.
+Somebody in there is making calls and the Foundation is following orders.”
+
+She paused. “I donʼt agree with what you did, and I think the Foundation has more to offer than
+
+you give it credit for, but whatʼs happening here needs to be stopped. We need to know whatʼs
+going on in there, before itʼs too late.”
+
+“Then why not just go?” Arians grunted at her.
+
+She looked at him for a second, and then away to the ground. “I donʼt want to go alone.”
+
+Aaron and Arians exchanged glances. “If we find something in there,” Aaron said, slowly,
+“weʼre going to kill it. You understand? The Foundation canʼt be allowed to continue like this.
+
+Sophia - the damage itʼs doing is- is more than we can keep up with. Weʼve been looking at the
+numbers again, the ones we uh-” he laughed nervously, “-the ones we borrowed from Dr.
+
+Shaw, and his figures match our own. The Foundation is destabilizing our reality, Sophia.
+Williams was right about the threads, but theyʼre being damaged. We have to do something to
+
+stop this.” He met her gaze as she looked back up at him. “I know weʼre scientists, but this…
+
+this is a box we never should have opened.”
+
+She opened her mouth to speak, but stopped and sighed. She nodded. “Fine. Get me in there
+
+and you can do whatever you feel like you need to do.”
+
+Arians nodded. "I'll go radio headquarters. We'll need some kind of distraction to keep them off
+our backs while we take Site-01."
+
+He put out his cigarette on the wall and left the room, closing the door behind him. Sophia
+
+watched him leave, and once he was gone turned her eyes back to her hands. Aaron didn't
+move.
+
+"I wasn't sure I'd ever see you again," he said softly.
+
+She smiled an uncertain half-smile, her eyes betraying her. "Well, yes. I wasn't sure either." She
+
+looked up at him, and Aaron could see that great sadness behind the facade of content. "It's
+difficult, you know. I lost everything that night: my friends, my mentor, my life's work. And you."
+
+She bit her lip until it was white. "I didn't know where to go. You left me and I was alone to pick
+up the pieces of what we had, and-"
+
+Her voice trembled. "I don't want to know why you killed Frederick. I don't care. Maybe you
+
+knew something you didn't tell anyone but I don't know why you didn't tell me."
+
+Aaron's face went pale. "I did want to tell you. I was preparing for- for what we were planning,
+
+and I told Vince to let everyone know." He leaned forward. "He didn't tell you?"
+
+She grimaced. "No. He didn't. But neither did you. You had every opportunity to reach out to
+
+me, you knew all the channels, but you did nothing. It's been thirty years, Aaron. Thirty years
+and I hear nothing, not even word that you're still alive." A tear formed at the corner of her eye,
+
+and with the back of a glove she wiped it away. "When I saw you and Vince in San Marco, I
+
+thought I was seeing a ghost."
+
+"I'm sorry," Aaron said softly. "I thought you had rejected the offer, that-"
+
+"I would have rejected the offer," she said, her voice congealing into something venomous. "I
+
+dedicated my life to the Foundation and that project and you were all too willing to throw it
+away. Everything we'd worked for. All of our efforts."
+
+Aaron slumped back in his seat. "Williams was-"
+
+"I know what he was," she spat, "but he could have been dealt with. When you killed him and
+
+broke off to go gallivanting around the country shooting up convoys and stealing from
+warehouses, you threatened all of the work we had done. Do you remember why we did it? Do
+
+you even care? Our world is sick, and if we can't find the source of it then we're going to keep
+seeing-"
+
+"The world was sick because of Williams," Aaron said pointedly, "he was the source, he was-"
+
+"But here we are, thirty years removed from Frederick Williams' life, and you know what's
+
+happening out there?" She paused to light another cigarette. "More unexplained events every
+day. More artifacts and monsters we pull out of the ground, every day. Why, if the
+
+Administrator was the source of the anomalies, are we still seeing anomalies, Aaron?"
+
+Aaron didn't answer. She sighed and sat back further on the bed, pulling her legs up to her
+chest. "I might have believed you back then," she said quietly. "I might have listened, but I have
+
+seen nothing in the last few decades that would lead me to believe that one man was the
+advent of every paranormal event in that time. There's something deeper out there, and it's not
+
+going to be stopped by killing a man. It's going to be stopped by research and investigation,
+and the only group with the resources to make that happen right now is the Foundation."
+
+Aaron didn't respond. He sat, eyes downcast, as Sophia finished her cigarette.
+
+"I'm not going to stop you from doing whatever you think you need to do," she said, her voice
+
+empty. "But before you do anything, you need to think about what it is you actually want."
+
+She looked back towards the door. "And if it's what he wants, too."
+
+NOW
+
+— - —
+
+They drove overnight, Olivia and Calvin taking turns at the wheel while Adam slept in the back
+
+seat. They didnʼt say a word until they reached their destination - a small inn in a tiny town on
+the edge of the jungle, a few miles from the main road. They pulled off and parked at a petrol
+
+station and Calvin went inside the inn to meet their contact. It was morning, the sun had not
+
+quite risen, and they were exhausted.
+
+The agent they had met in the burning city had given them not just a map, but a key and a
+
+notecard with a room number on it. Calvin entered and climbed the stairs to the second level
+and found the door that matched the card. Quietly, as to not disturb anyone else who might be
+
+listening for him, he unlocked the door and crept inside.
+
+A thin stream of light from a streetlamp outside had eased its way between the thin blinds on
+the window, but otherwise the room was dark. Calvin closed the door behind him and took a
+
+few tentative steps into the room. He paused mid-step when he heard the distinctive click of a
+readied firearm.
+
+“Does the Black Moon howl?” the voice behind the gun said.
+
+“It is the only thing that howls,” Calvin replied.
+
+A small desk light clicked on next to a cot against the wall. Sitting in the chair was Kowalski,
+
+gun in hand, a thin bead of sweat having very recently eagerly formed on his forehead. He
+sighed when he realized it was Calvin.
+
+“Thank God,” he said, wiping his brow. “I donʼt know if I could shoot someone if I had to.
+
+Targets, sure, but a person?” He grimaced. “Itʼs good to see you, Calvin.”
+
+Calvin did a double take. “Kowalski? What are you of all people doing here right now? Was
+there nobody else you could send?”
+
+The portly man frowned. “You know, I was an agent once too. It may have been a few years but
+I could still probably get the job done.” He pulled at his shirt slightly and uncomfortably, aware
+
+that they both knew that was a lie. “But no, Iʼm here because thereʼs something you need to
+
+know. Our sources have indicated that American troops are landing on a beach near where you
+just came from. Ostensibly theyʼre here to quell the rebellion, but the numbers donʼt seem to
+
+match their intentions.”
+
+Something clicked in Calvinʼs brain. “The jets. We saw bombers last night.”
+
+Kowalski nodded. “They were coming from the Gerald R. Ford, who is anchored a mile off-
+
+shore. Something else you should know,” he continued, “is that thereʼs another ship in that
+group that doesnʼt match any other US Navy ship on record. Itʼs flying an American flag but our
+
+sources believe it might be a Foundation destroyer - maybe the Scranton or the Wormwood.
+Either way, that probably means only one thing.”
+
+Calvin nodded. “The Sixth Overseer.”
+
+Kowalski nodded as well. “Theyʼre going to try and smoke you out, Calvin. We can get you out
+of here if you want to get out, but…” he grimaced again.
+
+Calvin knew why. The American was maybe the most well-known of the Overseers but
+
+arguably the hardest to get near. His involvement within the US military had no doubt led to its
+explosion in size and technological achievement over time, and in return the military acted like
+
+a steel curtain around him. Away from the United States he was at least vulnerable, even if he
+had brought an army with him. It was their only opportunity.
+
+“What youʼve done so far has been nothing short of incredible, Calvin,” Kowalski said, leaning
+
+back in his chair. “I never would have though- we never would have thought anyone would get
+this close, but this one is different. Thereʼs nothing clever you can do here. This is a hammer,
+
+and you are the nail.”
+
+Calvin frowned. “Appreciate the vote of confidence.”
+
+“Iʼm serious,” Kowalski said, and suddenly Calvin noticed something different about him - some
+quality that hadnʼt been there before. Something stern and authoritative. “Youʼve done amazing
+
+work but you need to keep doing amazing work. We might get a shot at this one later, after
+youʼve finished the others. Maybe that will help. But right now, youʼre three people in a jeep in
+
+southeast Asia, and you have an American military division a few hours away.” He sighed.
+“Youʼre no good to us dead.”
+
+Calvin hesitated for a moment, considering what Kowalski had just said. Before he could make
+
+up his mind, the other man continued.
+
+“Thereʼs one more thing, Calvin. We have agents who have evidence of a secure container
+being moved out of Site-19 and onto that ship. Whatever is in there, theyʼre no doubt planning
+
+on weaponizing it.”
+
+“If you were me, what would you do?” Calvin said.
+
+Kowalski laughed. “Fortunately for both of us, Iʼm not you, because I wouldnʼt be here right
+now.” He paused. “Hereʼs the way I see it. Youʼve got no chance in a head-to-head anything.
+
+Youʼre outnumbered 3000-to-1, and thatʼs generous. Honestly, I donʼt know if youʼve got a
+chance being sneaky, either. This army has spent the last four decades rooting people out of
+
+holes in the Middle East, thereʼs not a chance you wouldnʼt be found.”
+
+He paused again. “You know, I met O5-6 once, back before I joined Delta, at a government
+function. I donʼt know if he knew who I was, but if he did he didnʼt act it. I donʼt know if thereʼs a
+
+more arrogant and braggadocious person in the entire world. The way he talks, he was the man
+who singlehandedly built the most powerful military in the entire world.” He laughed. “Maybe
+
+he did, I donʼt know. I donʼt think you win here by being smart, Calvin. I think you win by forcing
+him to do something stupid.”
+
+Calvin nodded. “Maybe. Either way, I donʼt see a way we can leave. Weʼre not going to get the
+
+shot again, and everything we do after this becomes that much harder if we donʼt eliminate
+him.”
+
+Kowalski stood up. “I agree. I donʼt envy the position youʼre in, but I donʼt know of anyone more
+qualified than you to be in it.”
+
+The two of them walked for the door, with Calvin opening it slowly. After catching a look from
+
+Kowalski, he shrugged sheepishly. “Donʼt want to wake anyone up.”
+
+Kowalski laughed. “Oh, no, you wonʼt. This whole town is empty. They caught wind of what
+was coming and abandoned their homes last night.”
+
+As they stepped outside the inn, the sun was just beginning to come up over the top of the
+
+trees, and a thin fog hung in the air. Adam was awake, sitting in the back seat of the jeep and
+running his hand over the metal canister that the Spear was in. When Olivia came around the
+
+car and saw them, she did an abrupt double take.
+
+“Delta?” she said. “What are you doing here?”
+
+“Delivering bad news, Iʼm afraid.” Kowalski looked back at Calvin, his eyes morose. “Do be
+careful, Calvin. Youʼre so close now.”
+
+Without another word, Kowalski turned and began walking down the dirt road. He continued on
+
+until he was out of sight. Olivia turned to Calvin. “What did he mean?”
+
+Calvin grimaced. “The Sixth Overseer is sometimes called The American. Heʼs an old Union
+
+general, one of those ghosts from long ago that just refuses to die. Heʼs also really easy to find
+
+- heʼs got an office in the Pentagon.”
+
+“So whatʼs the bad news?”
+
+“The bad news is that heʼs nearby, not far from here.”
+
+Olivia shrugged. “That doesnʼt sound bad. We donʼt have far to go.”
+
+Calvin gestured with uncertainty. “Not quite. Kowalski says he brought an American army with
+
+him. They landed on the beach back in the city and chances are theyʼre moving inland looking
+for us.”
+
+Adam was listening now. “How many is in an army?”
+
+Calvin considered. “About ten-thousand men in a division. Theyʼll have naval and air support,
+too. The jets we saw last night were probably US planes.” He crouched down, looking at a rock
+
+next to his shoe. “Iʼm all ears if either of you have any ideas.”
+
+“What did the Delta say?” Adam asked.
+
+Calvin snorted. “That heʼs an asshole. Shocking, I know, for a guy who doesnʼt go anywhere
+without an invading force behind him.” He sighed. “Either way, we need to put some room
+
+between us and them. The way I see it, if we can head further north we might find a spot we
+can post up on for the night and see what they do next.”
+
+They agreed, and together the three of them loaded into the jeep and followed the winding dirt
+
+road towards the hills in the north. For a while they could still see smoke rising in the far
+distance over the trees, but as clouds gathered above them and the rains began to fall the
+
+world behind them faded into the same shade of mottled grey. The road quickly morphed from
+something traversable to a muddy, impossible bog. They drove for hours, stopping only once to
+
+refuel from a nearly empty tank at an abandoned roadside shop. Day turned to night, and
+eventually the road turned into a gravel path leading up into the mountains.
+
+They reached a short outcropping from which they could see for several miles over the trees,
+
+and backed the jeep into a small grove of trees. Sufficiently satisfied that it was not visible from
+the road below, they retreated below a rocky overhang to stay out of the rain. Calvin posted up
+
+for first watch, and the three of them traded shifts throughout the night.
+
+— - —
+
+Dawn broke on Oliviaʼs watch and the three of them collectively broke their meager camp. The
+
+rain had subsided but only just, and the skies were still cloudy and grey. While Calvin finished
+packing, Adam stood on the edge of the cliff, quietly fuming at the sky.
+
+“Something up there piss you off?” Olivia asked, passing by him with a rolled bedding pad
+
+under her arm.
+
+Adam shook his head. “I hate cloudy weather. This is bullshit.” He stared at the clouds a little
+longer, and then slunk off to his computer in the back of the jeep. Olivia shot Calvin a look, and
+
+Calvin rolled his eyes.
+
+In the distance they heard a crack, and then another. There began a rumbling somewhere in
+the jungle, and from their perch they could see trees collapsing and the smoke of engines as
+
+something began to push through the trees. Calvin swore, and then looked into the sky.
+Dipping just beneath the clouds was a flying thing, white and metallic, that disappeared back
+
+into the overcast as quickly as it had appeared. A drone.
+
+“Alright, well, time to go,” he said, leaping into the jeep. “Looks like the party found us.”
+
+They came skipping down off the outcropping and back onto the soaked and sloppy road
+towards the north. As they pulled away, a hulking metal shape came through the trees a half
+
+mile away and leveled a long cannon at them. Calvin jerked the wheel right and into the brush
+as a shell burned past, throwing up mud and debris as it exploded in the road. Calvin righted
+
+the wheel and caught another path towards the west, and they continued on.
+
+Over the sound of the jungle and their own engine, the noise of the war machine behind them
+grew louder and louder. Overhead they could hear helicopters and jets, and in the near
+
+distance the sound of more tanks and heavy equipment leveling the forest as they pursued the
+group. Eventually the trees thinned out and their jeep broke into open grassland.
+
+“Fuck me,” Calvin said, craning his neck to watch the skies behind them, “weʼre exposed.”
+
+The sound of blades came fast and loud, and six helicopters were suddenly on them. Calvin
+pushed the jeep around another hill and into a dusty narrow valley. One of the helicopters came
+
+into view above them, and began to fire. Calvin hugged the jeep up against a rocky wall, and
+Olivia came up from the back seat with a scoped rifle. She braced it against the metal frame of
+
+the vehicle and put her eye into the sight.
+
+“Cut it,” she shouted at Calvin, who laid on the brake until they came to a complete stop. The
+helicopter turned to come around at them again, but broke hard to the left as Olivia swiftly
+
+lobotomized the pilot with a bullet. Adam stared at her, perplexed.
+
+“Arenʼt you an artist?” he asked.
+
+Olivia shrugged and reloaded. “I was. Iʼve been doing this longer.”
+
+Calvin crept towards the edge of the valley and cut through a small passage between two
+steep cliffs. Another helicopter came into sight as they crested one of them, and Olivia took a
+
+shot. The bullet missed the pilot but hit a rotor, causing the craft to sink violently and out of
+sight. Calvin made another turn, and then one more over a ridge, and then they were out from
+
+under the mountain. In front of them was a road winding up into the craggy land past the fields.
+It pushed through the grassland and then, not far from where they were now, straight into the
+
+badlands. Calvin took his foot off the accelerator and they coasted to a stop.
+
+“Ah, shit,” Olivia swore.
+
+Sitting between them and the badlands were military vehicles, hundreds of them, each trained
+on their jeep sitting on the hill. Above them helicopters circled, and Calvin could make out the
+
+shapes of drones just above the cloud layer. Somewhere in the mass of tanks and assault
+vehicles a horn blared, and the door of a personnel carrier slid open. A man climbed out and
+
+closed the door behind him.
+
+He was tall, with broad shoulders and a hearty beard and mustache beneath a wide brimmed
+hat. He was wearing a brown jacket over a red shirt with jeans, and on his feet were tall, glossy,
+
+oiled boots. He stepped forward from the line of guns and waved at them, motioning them to
+drive down the hill.
+
+“Is that him?” Adam asked, his eyes poking out from behind the back seat.
+
+Calvin nodded. “Sure looks like it.”
+
+Olivia peered down at the man. “Whatʼs our play here?”
+
+Calvin drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. “We could try and ram him. If we got to him
+before he climbed back inside that vehicle that might do it. But I donʼt think weʼd even make it
+
+that far.” His eyes scanned the long line of metal pointed at them. “We could bolt back the way
+we came, but I donʼt know if weʼd make it far.”
+
+“Not a lot of great choices there, boss,” Olivia said, smirking.
+
+Adam leaned around the seat. “I think if they were going to kill us, they couldʼve just as easily
+
+done it already,” he said. “Maybe we just drive down there and improvise?”
+
+Calvin turned back to face him. For a moment his steely glare threatened to put a hole in
+
+Adamʼs forehead, but then he laughed.
+
+“Staring down the face of certain death, and your idea is to wing it.” He shook his head.
+
+“Incredible. I love it. Best option weʼve had so far.”
+
+He pulled the wheel around and brought the jeep down from the hill and rested it a few yards
+from the man in the cowboy hat. They parked, and then Calvin climbed out. Before he turned
+
+away, he leaned back to the other two.
+
+“If things get hairy,” he said, “one of you jump in here and gun it. Iʼm not saying youʼll make it,
+but you never know.”
+
+With that, he turned back towards the man in the cowboy hat and stopped just short of the
+
+front of the jeep.
+
+“Morning,” Calvin said.
+
+“Morninʼ,” the man said, smiling. “You must be Calvin, the fella that everyone is talking so much
+about.”
+
+Calvin shrugged. “Might be. Whoʼs asking?”
+
+The man laughed. “Youʼre a little smartass, arenʼt you? I like it. The nameʼs King, Rufus King.
+You no doubt know about my exploits as a member of some secret underground associations,
+
+but let me assure you my loyalties to country come first. So believe me when I say that,
+whether or not the boss-man would like to hear it, Iʼm coming you today as an American
+
+citizen, not some man in black or anything.”
+
+Calvin raised an eyebrow. “Admittedly, not what I was expecting.”
+
+The American shrugged. “Look son, a manʼs got to look out for his interests - and there is
+nothing I am more interested in than the ongoing safety and security of the United States of
+
+America, full stop. I got into this game because I wanted to be able to better anticipate the
+threats posed by the strange and unusual, and by God Iʼve seen my fair share. During that time
+
+Iʼve been able to oversee projects that have strengthened the security of our great nation, by
+way of new technology or other such advantages that the paranatural offer us.”
+
+He reached into his chest pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, slid one from inside, and
+
+caught it in his teeth. He lit it with a flick from a lighter, and took a long draw on it.
+
+“Yes,” he said, “we have benefited immensely from our pact of cooperation with the
+Foundation. Hell, I wouldnʼt even be standing here today if it werenʼt for those benefits. Weʼve
+
+got a good thing going here, and I was hoping to keep that good thing going for a good long
+while.”
+
+His expression darkened. “But then you had to come along and snatch away our ‘Get Out Of
+
+Jail Freeʼ card when you pushed poor old Felix down that shaft. Now, Iʼm not dying of old age
+or disease anytime soon - the Foundation took care of that a long time ago. But now Iʼm
+
+susceptible to all manner of harms and, by extension, so is the United States. That, Iʼm afraid,
+just wonʼt do.”
+
+He pointed back towards the jeep. “However, youʼve got something back there that I think we
+
+can reach some sort of agreement on. Iʼm no monster, Calvin - just an old fashioned South
+Carolina boy in good standing with some powerful people. I donʼt need to see any bloodshed
+
+for no reason, so Iʼll give you an offer. Might just be the best offer youʼre gonna get.”
+
+Calvin squinted at him. “Iʼm listening.”
+
+The American smiled again. “How about I let you and your two compadres back there scamper
+
+back off into the woods, and in exchange you hand over that spear youʼve got your hands on.”
+
+“The spear?” Calvin did a double take. “Why do you want the spear?”
+
+The American flicked the end of his cigarette, sending ashes scattering across the ground. “Itʼs
+a funny thing, that spear. I canʼt imagine how you wouldʼve got your hands on it, because we
+
+had it locked up tighter than a witchʼs cunt. You probably donʼt even know what it is, do you?”
+
+“I know what itʼs called,” Calvin said.
+
+“Sure thing, but you donʼt know what it is.” The American laughed. “When we found that thing,
+it was locked in the dusty grasp of some ancient king. Definitely cursed, though; the lives we
+
+spent just trying to pry it out of that bastardʼs grip - well, Iʼll spare you the details. Just believe
+me when I say it took some doing. That spear there is the spear they used to pierce the side of
+
+Jesus Christ himself, the only one in the world that couldʼve done it. How it ended up in that
+Romanʼs hands Iʼll never know, but it did the trick then and, apparently, it can do the trick now,
+
+too.”
+
+“See,” he continued, “that spear is old, Calvin. Itʼs got a sort of magic about it that you just donʼt
+see anymore. The things itʼs capable of doing surpass any army or bomb I could come up with.
+
+You think if Jehovah or Cthulhu or the flying spaghetti monster descend from the heavens and
+decide to fuck up the United States, that we have any kind of weapon that can deter their
+
+advances.” He shook his head. “No, we do not. But that spear could. That spear can kill gods,
+Calvin. I donʼt know if thereʼs a more deadly stick in the entire world, maybe the whole got-
+
+dang universe, and itʼs sitting in the back seat of your car right now.”
+
+He held his arms open. “So thereʼs the deal. Give me the spear, I make America safe again, and
+you get to go about your merry business with your lives - killing Overseers, overthrowing
+
+governments, whatever you want.”
+
+Calvin considered this. “You understand that youʼre part of this too, right? Itʼs not coincidence
+that youʼre next.”
+
+The American cackled. “Am I? I always forget which number I am, just that Iʼm somewhere in
+
+the middle of the voting call.” He took another drag on the cigarette. “I wondered as much
+when we found Greenʼs crusty corpse back in that town. Between you and me, Calvin, I didnʼt
+
+care much for her either. A little too much power gone to the ole noggin, if you know what I
+mean. Iʼm sure plenty of us seem crazy, but that old bird was a whole different brand.”
+
+He pulled his pants up slightly by his belt. “That said, I certainly will not stop you if you want to
+
+try to kill me, but that will be after weʼve concluded negotiations here and you have handed
+over the spear.”
+
+Calvin shook his head. “I canʼt do that.”
+
+The American smiled again, but this time there was something sinister about it. The sincerity in
+
+his expression had run dry.
+
+“Yeah, I was worried youʼd say that,” he said, adjusting his belt. “You know, I could kill you right
+
+here, right now, with no effort at all. Couldʼve done so last night when you three were hunched
+in a cave in the middle of the woods. It wouldʼve been easy, Calvin, and really, this decision
+
+shouldʼve been easy too. But youʼve made it difficult for us, and now we have a decision to
+
+make.”
+
+He sighed. “I donʼt know what you think youʼre trying to accomplish, and frankly I donʼt give
+
+two fucks about the ideological war you think youʼre fighting. All that matters to me is getting
+
+that spear, and as easy as it would be to just take it, that wouldnʼt be very sporting. Besides,”
+he cracked his knuckles, “itʼs been a little while and Iʼve got some muscle to flex.”
+
+He pointed into the sky behind Calvin, who turned around to see a Chinook helicopter
+descending through the clouds with a massive steel crate strapped to its underside. “In that
+
+box,” The American said, “is something nasty. So nasty, in fact, that weʼve been trying to kill it
+
+for years, but just havenʼt had any luck.” He tapped a finger against his head. “What I think Iʼm
+going to do is this: Iʼm going to let you go. Iʼm going to let you climb back in that jeep, give you
+
+a little water, and let you drive off into the hills. Then, after a few hours, Iʼm going to point that
+box in your direction and open it. If whatʼs in the box doesnʼt get you first, then Iʼll have the
+
+boys here roll over whateverʼs left and scoop up the spear on the way back. Weʼll call it a
+training exercise.”
+
+He flicked the cigarette butt over towards Calvin. “Thatʼs what weʼll do. I like that. Seems more
+
+fair.”
+
+Calvin glared at him. “What if I pull a gun on you, right now, and kill you here?”
+
+The American laughed. “I asked myself the same thing. See, the difference between if you try
+
+to kill me and if I try to kill you is that Iʼm definitely killing you. You pull a gun on me here and
+the 7th Infantry turns you and your friends into dust. Or, alternatively, you march out there into
+
+the rocks and dirt and die out there, only a little later. Either way, your little journey is drawing
+
+to a close. All thatʼs left to decide now is how you want it to end.”
+
+Calvin stood there for a moment longer, and then turned back to the jeep. He climbed in the
+
+driverʼs seat and fired up the engine, and slowly they began driving towards the line of tanks
+and guns. As they did, the vehicles all pulled out of the way revealing the road into the
+
+badlands, and allowed them to pass by.
+
+As they pulled alongside The American, the man put a hand on Calvinʼs door. He leaned in and
+smiled at Olivia and Adam, and tossed a half-full canteen into the back seat.
+
+“Yaʼll have a safe trip, now.” He slapped the door. “Weʼll be seeing each other again here real
+
+soon.”
+
+Calvin put his foot into the gas, and the jeep sped off down the long road into the hills.
+
+— - —
+
+Once the long line of The Americanʼs division had disappeared into the distance, the three of
+them began to breathe easier. Calvin wiped his brow with the back of his hand.
+
+“Smooth move, kid,” he said to Adam. “Improvising was a good choice.”
+
+Adam, though, was not happy. “Yeah, I guess.” He paused. “Why didnʼt you just give him the
+
+spear, Cal?”
+
+Calvin looked back at him through the rearview. “Itʼs important that we hold onto it. Giving it up
+
+isnʼt an option.”
+
+Adamʼs brow furrowed, but his next question didnʼt come out of his mouth, but from Oliviaʼs.
+“Where did you find it?” she asked.
+
+Calvin was quiet for a moment. “When I was younger my mother and I escaped from my father
+
+- he was a drinker and like to hit us when he wasnʼt drinking. When we got out we went to the
+countryside where my aunt lived. We used to take walks through the fields and the woods, just
+
+her and I, and those were some of the happiest times in my entire life.”
+
+“Then one day,” he continued, “we were walking by a lake and she said she recognized
+somebody out in it. When I turned to look I saw bodies, maybe hundreds of them, and she
+
+walked towards the lake and then into it and disappeared. I went in after her and I could hear
+the bodies talking to me, and I saw my mother and she just smiled at me and sank into the
+
+waters and I never saw her again. I fought through those corpses for hours and nobody would
+believe me when I told them sheʼd been taken into the lake.”
+
+He sighed. “I went back there, recently. I hadnʼt been back since my aunt shipped me off to
+
+boarding school, but I went back. The bodies are gone, and the paths to get there are
+overgrown, but the lake is still there. While I was there - getting my bearings, I guess - I was
+
+approached by someone. I donʼt-” he hesitated, “I could barely remember what they looked like
+even immediately after they left. I donʼt know how to describe them, other than they sounded…
+
+tired? Empty? Like the voice of a person superimposed over a ghost.”
+
+“What did they want?” Adam asked.
+
+“They told me two things. They told me my name, and they told me that I was an agent of the
+Insurgency. I assumed they were Foundation or GOC or something so I shot at them.” He
+
+laughed. “Seems stupid now, but I had no idea who they were - still donʼt, and they came up all
+spooky-like and, well. Either way, the bullets passed straight through them, like they werenʼt
+
+even there. They told me to relax, and that they werenʼt there to harm me, but that they had
+something they needed to give me.”
+
+“I followed them through the woods until we reached a spot below a cliff. There were these
+
+brambles in between us and the cliff face, but as we walked through them they just sort of
+melted away. Once they were gone I saw it - a metal door in the rock, with the Foundation
+
+arrows on it. This person, whoever it was, opened the door and led me inside. There were
+some old filing cabinets full of papers and a ton of dust; I bet nobody had been in there in
+
+decades. This person points towards a door on the far end of this little narrow room and tells
+me that thereʼs a tool past that door I can use to destroy the Foundation. They told me that, if I
+
+chose to go in there and take it, Iʼd have to make a horrible choice - and that if I could do that, I
+could have it.”
+
+Olivia frowned. “What was the choice?”
+
+Calvin took a deep breath. “When I walked through the door, I was suddenly out by the lake,
+
+only I was just a kid again and I was walking with my mother. She- I donʼt think it was a dream. I
+reached out and grabbed her hand and it was real. Then-” he paused, “-then we passed by the
+
+lake again, and I saw her walking down towards the water, and there were so many bodies. I
+started running after her, and it was different this time, because I knew what she was doing
+
+before she did it, and I was just an arms length away. I could have grabbed her, or tackled her,
+and kept her from going in. When I was younger I had just frozen up until it was too late, but
+
+this time I could do something. I could save her.”
+
+He tapped his finger against the steering wheel. “But as I came up behind her something
+stopped me. When I looked back towards the treeline, I saw this person who had led me to the
+
+door, standing there on the edge of the forest. They- they were just standing there, and I
+realized then, I think, that they had always been standing there. They were watching me and in
+
+their hands they had this metal cylinder.” He nodded towards Adam, who turned the cylinder
+over in his hands. “All of a sudden I knew that if I didnʼt go to them now, Iʼd never get the
+
+chance again.”
+
+He swallowed hard. “So I turned back and went to the person in the trees and took the canister
+from them. When I turned back towards the lake, she was already gone.” He wiped at
+
+something in his eye with the palm of his hand. “When I came to, I was standing by the lake
+again as an adult, but I had the canister. I had always had the canister, ever since that day
+
+when I was a kid at the lake.”
+
+They all sat in silence for several long seconds, before Calvin continued. “This person,
+whoever they were, they came up beside me at the lake and told me my name and that I was an
+
+agent of the Insurgency. They asked if I remembered them and I told them I did. They handed
+me something else - the two vials of water. When I asked who they were they didnʼt tell me, but
+
+something about the way they looked at me was just… perpetually sad. I took the vials, and
+then they told me they were sorry. I blinked, and they were gone.”
+
+“Christ,” Adam said, sinking back in his seat. “Iʼm sorry. I just thought it was a really good
+
+spear.”
+
+Calvin snorted. “It is a really good spear. You saw what it did to those guys on the stairs back in
+the city.” He shook his head. “No wonder Uncle Sam back there wants to get his hands on it.”
+
+He rubbed his chin. "Once I realized what it was capable of, I gave it to the Library for
+safekeeping. Best place to put something you never want to be found again."
+
+Olivia was thinking. “Hang on,” she said, “if this person gave you the spear when you were a
+
+kid, and the vials more recently, then where did you get the journal?”
+
+“Oh, no, I wasnʼt kidding when I said that I stole it,” Calvin said, matter-of-factly. “I got a hint
+
+from one of our friendlier Coalition contacts that Skitter Marshall had taken to keeping it on his
+person while he was trying to decipher it. I also knew he was going to be in Berlin two days
+
+before the Von Marr Gala last spring, so I happened to find myself on the sidewalk as he was
+
+getting out of his car and just jacked him.”
+
+“Jacked him?” Olivia exclaimed. “You mean, like, you punched him? Jesus, Cal, isnʼt Skitter
+
+Marshall like, 90 years old?”
+
+“Oh yeah, absolutely flattened the lad,” Calvin said, grinning. “Donʼt feel too bad, though. I think
+heʼs probably had a few pulls off the Fountain of Youth at some point in his past too, so heʼs still
+
+in pretty good shape. Once he was down I snatched it from his coat pocket.”
+
+“Didnʼt he have bodyguards or something?” Olivia asked.
+
+“Whoa, hold up,” Adam said, his eyes growing wide. “Is that what you were having me doing?”
+
+Calvin burst out laughing. “Oh yeah, it was perfect. I had Adam fuck with their GPS - they were
+a street over and had no idea what was going on. The only person Marshall had nearby was his
+
+driver, and I punched that guy too.”
+
+Adam rolled his eyes. “You had me break into Google Maps so you could punch an old man?”
+
+“Absolutely,” Calvin said, nodding furiously. “Just clocked him, too.”
+
+— - —
+
+A few hours later the clouds overhead cleared. Adam leaned out to look at the sky and smiled.
+
+“Finally,” he said with relief. “Clear skies.”
+
+Calvin looked back at him. “Enjoying the weather?”
+
+Adam was quickly pulling his laptop out and slapping an antennae on the side of the jeep. “I
+had an idea earlier, but wanted to check something out first.” He stared at the screen as
+
+information danced across it, and his face lit up. “Hey, Delta said that The American is a cocky
+son-of-a-bitch, didnʼt he?”
+
+Calvin squinted at him. “Language, young man. But yeah, thatʼs definitely the point he was
+
+getting across, I think. Why?”
+
+Adamʼs hands danced across the keyboard. “Do you think heʼd violate Chinese sovereignty?”
+
+It was Calvinʼs turn to look surprised. “He might. What do you have in mind?”
+
+“Right right right, and you said that Delta said our best bet was to try and get him to do
+something stupid, right?”
+
+Calvin rolled his eyes. “Get to the point.”
+
+“Ok,” Adam said, nodding slowly. “Ok, ok. Yes. Ok. So, I also have a tragic story from my youth
+
+that is about to become useful.”
+
+Calvin and Olivia snorted in unison. “Go for it,” Calvin said. “Lead the way.”
+
+“Weʼre actually really close to the town I grew up in,” Adam said. “My parents immigrated down
+here when I was a baby, and we ended up in one of these little mountain villages.”
+
+“Why do we need to go there?” Olivia asked.
+
+“Just trust me,” Adam said. “Iʼm not saying itʼs a perfect plan, but if you think The American is
+cocky and stupid enough to try and march his army up a mountain, itʼs a plan.”
+
+He pointed Calvin in the direction of a road leading east. The sun was getting low in the sky
+
+behind them, and before too long the sound of distant helicopter rotors cut across the
+mountains. Shortly afterward, the sound of treads and diesel accompanied it, and then
+
+something else. It was a low, moaning sound, something like an animal in pain. These sounds
+continued to pursue them, but didnʼt arrive before they had pulled off the road and into a small,
+
+quiet, seemingly abandoned village. Calvin parked and the three of them climbed out of the
+jeep, walking carefully towards the center of town.
+
+“Privet?” Adam called out. “Hello? Is anyone here?”
+
+The first glint of the setting sun of a helicopter blade poked around the mountain, and they
+
+ducked into a house. It was empty.
+
+Olivia looked around the room as Calvin posted up at the window. “What happened here?
+Everything is still in place - it looks like whoever lived here before didnʼt take any of their stuff
+
+when they left.”
+
+Adam grimaced slightly. “We didnʼt.”
+
+Suddenly they heard a loud clattering from across the small town square. Something moved
+
+past the window, causing Calvin and Olivia to both draw weapons. Adam held a hand up.
+
+“You two are going to need to chill,” he said, “at least for a minute. Donʼt shoot anything yet.”
+
+They snuck out the back of the house and followed the ridge behind the houses to the far end
+of the road, just across from where they had heard the sound. They sprinted across the street
+
+to the house. The thin front door was standing open. Adam leaned inside and pulled a flashlight
+out from his bag. He pointed it inside and turned it on.
+
+A figure was standing in the far corner of the room - a shorter, round man wearing a thick, dirty
+
+shawl and no other clothes. His skin was pale and, in some places, unusually red. He was
+swaying slowly, and Calvin noticed something strange about the way his body was shaped but
+
+couldnʼt place it.
+
+Adam took a step inside, holding a hand out in front of him. “Father Bramimond?” he asked in
+
+Russian. “Is that you?”
+
+The man turned slightly and looked at Adam. The right side of his face bulged significantly, as
+
+if something was pushing up against the skin from beneath. When he saw Adam, the man
+smiled.
+
+“Ah, little bird,” the man responded. His speech was thick and each word was accompanied by
+
+a spray of spittle. “Welcome home.”
+
+Adam looked the man up and down. From their position outside Calvin and Olivia could see
+Adamʼs face, and there was a sort of resigned sadness to it. He managed a weak smile.
+
+“Father,” Adam said, “where is everyone? Have they all left?”
+
+The man tottered slightly towards Adam. “No, no little bird. They are here. They are all around
+
+us. The sickness came for them, just as it came for me.” He ran a thick hand across his bulging,
+exposed belly. “It will come for us all, in time. My ascension has nearly arrived.”
+
+From outside the house they heard the same animalistic roar as earlier, an eerie sound that
+
+stood their hair on end. Adam turned away from the sound back to the old man, who was now
+dragging a meaty leg across the floor towards him. He said something in Russian to
+
+Bramimond, who uttered a slurred response. Adam turned back to the others.
+
+“Something you both need to know,” he said, pulling his gun from its holster. “When I was
+younger, people here started getting sick. Nobody could explain it and no cure seemed to help.
+
+As they got sicker, they would… change.”
+
+“Like that guy back there?” Calvin said.
+
+Adam cringed. “Father Bramimond was one of the last holdouts. People who got sick were sent
+
+into the mountains around here so they wouldnʼt inflict anyone else, but others always got sick
+anyway. The Foundation showed up eventually and put those of us who were left to work
+
+cleaning out the mountains, but…” he trailed off, his eyes growing wide. Calvin and Olivia
+
+turned to look behind them.
+
+Coming up the path to the mountain was a line of tanks, slowly crawling across the rock and
+
+gravel. Men in personnel carriers and on foot followed behind, a long, winding column that
+stretched as far down as they could see, and at the head of the line was The American
+
+standing up in his humvee, smiling and holding out a long, black whip. He brought it up over his
+
+head and with a deafening crack, pulled it down across the body of the creature in front of him.
+
+It was massive, vaguely reptilian, with too many eyes and mottled green skin. It had long, thick
+
+strands of oily hair that dragged across the ground with every plodding step. Its mouth was
+long like a crocodile but its teeth looked like those of a snake. Every time The American
+
+brought the whip down across the creatureʼs back, it moaned in a horrid, foul agony. As they
+
+drew near to the town, the Overseer pulled a megaphone out from inside his vehicle and
+clicked it on.
+
+“Youʼre a tricky sumbitch, Calvin!” he shouted, his amplified voice echoing off the mountains
+
+surrounding them. “I thought youʼd be smart and stick to the road where you could just keep
+going till you ran out of gas, but here you are trapped in the mountains. Nowhere to go now,
+
+boy.”
+
+He cracked the whip again and the monster howled. “This here is my problem, folks. I canʼt
+
+seem to do anything with this big guy. Now, Iʼm not saying you can, but the way I see it Iʼm
+
+walking into this little gathering with two problems and leaving with one. Iʼll leave it up to you to
+decide what thatʼs gonna be.”
+
+He hopped down from the humvee and slapped the creature on the side, causing it to growl
+
+menacingly. He gestured towards the group with the whip, and said something to the beast.
+Then, with an almost obscene viciousness, he brought the whip down on the creature several
+
+times in quick succession. It howled in rage and charged across the small dirt road towards
+where Adam, Calvin, and Olivia stood. They turned to run, but something waddling out into the
+
+street caught their eye and made them hesitate.
+
+Father Bramimond was standing between the charging reptilian monstrosity and them,
+unmoving. The creature continued to charge but then hesitated and came to a stop just before
+
+reaching the old man. It leaned down to look at him, its eyes tightening. From deep within its
+gut they heard words - a voice, deep and gnarled like the roots of an old tree. Not truly of this
+
+world but unfortunately placed within it.
+
+“What… what is this?” The creature took another step forward. “This… filth.”
+
+Father Bramimond stumbled slightly, then gathered himself up. From where they were standing
+
+they could see something moving, just under his skin. It had begun to seep in some places and
+blood was now flowing out of his ears. He extended his arms wide and smiled.
+
+“I have ascended,” he said, his voice sloppy with orgasmic stupor.
+
+“Hey!” The American shouted from his humvee. “What in the fuck is the goddamn hold up, you
+
+dirty ass-”
+
+Before he could finish his sentence, Father Bramimondʼs skin split from the top of his head
+down to his groin. His eyes bulged and burst. His smiling face pulled apart and fell off to each
+
+side, and his torso expanded rapidly. The reptilian creature recoiled, its eyes wide with
+confusion. The thing that had been Father Bramimond collapsed to the ground and writhed
+
+there, like an insect breaking free from its cocoon. After a moment it stopped moving, and the
+town was silent.
+
+Then came another sound, more horrible even than the moans of the reptilian creature. It came
+
+from the pile of flesh and meat on the ground, and then echoed off into the mountains. It was
+half a dying animal, half a regurgitated human cry of terror. The sound that come out of the pile
+
+was suddenly joined by many other similar sounds coming from the rocks and high places
+around them.
+
+The pile of meat began to writhe again, and up from it came an abomination. It was slick with
+
+blood and fluid, all pink and red and yellow. Its face, if it could be called that, was long and bore
+no notable features. It had many appendages, and more that came unfolded from its back and
+
+hung akimbo by its sides. Father Bramimondʼs loose skin lay discarded on the ground, but his
+hateful flesh screamed its birthing cry.
+
+The ground beneath them began to shake. There was the distinct sound of cracking rock as a
+
+nearby cliff face appeared to buckle, then collapse. The tumbling stone kicked up a cloud of
+dust, but when the dust settled there was nothing behind it but blackness. Out of that
+
+blackness came more cries, and then more from above. Another skin-creature appeared on a
+ledge nearby, then another. Then hundreds. Then thousands, each of them screaming and
+
+writhing and dancing a hellish dance in the light of the setting sun.
+
+Then came the sound of a gunshot, and one of the flesh creatures stumbled and fell down the
+mountainside. The entire assembly stopped and watched as it crashed against the stone and
+
+came to a rest between two small shacks set against the cliff. It lay there unmoving, before
+writhing again and standing back up. It howled a ghastly howl, and then began to approach the
+
+soldiers, more quickly than seemingly possible. More gunshots, and then the howls reached a
+fever pitch and the mass of flesh and gore crashed down the mountainside towards the 7th
+
+Infantry.
+
+At the head of the line was the lizard, who now turned back with malice in its eyes at the
+writhing form of what had been Father Bramimond. It struck out with its long teeth, but the
+
+creature moved too quickly and slid around the lizard. Its long, meaty appendaged stuck to the
+side of the massive reptile, who roared and clawed at its back as the flesh beast began to
+
+envelop it. The ground beneath them shook again, and suddenly the ground was falling away.
+Below the cracks they could see hair, and flesh, and eyes, all staring skyward and full of blood
+
+and hate. Thick tendrils of flesh rose up from the ground as the acrid smell of gunpowder and
+smoke filled the air, all while more and more of the skinwalkers flew down the mountainside
+
+and out of the caves.
+
+Calvin had grabbed Adam and Olivia, and the three of them were now sprinting towards
+another humvee, left abandoned by its previous occupants who were now being pulled into the
+
+earth screaming by a mass of hands and teeth. As they got near, one of the flesh things came
+running at them. Calvin threw a heavy kick at the creature, but his foot stuck in the putrid mass
+
+of flesh and began to sink into the thingʼs skin. On its face, something like a sucker opened up
+and began to descend towards Calvin before being removed from the rest of its body in a hail
+
+of bullets from Oliviaʼs rifle. Her and Adam grabbed Calvin by the arms and pulled him up into
+the humvee.
+
+Behind them the soldiers were in full retreat. The mountains had broken open and now
+
+massive, horrible flesh nightmares were crawling out towards the column of infantry, crushing
+vehicles and man alike. A helicopter overhead was destroyed when a truck had been launched
+
+into the sky, and it came crashing to the earth, setting the path down the mountain ablaze. The
+
+skin creatures blistered and bubbled and screamed at the flames, but it did not stop the flood
+of them coming from out of the ground.
+
+Calvin threw the humvee into motion and they swiftly avoided a flaming personnel carrier that
+crashed into a nearby building. They drove past a church and then another row of houses, and
+
+came out on the other side of the main square. In the distance they could see the fires and the
+
+flesh and the panicked soldiers packed together in a horrible crush of man and meat. Near
+them, however, in the middle of the town square, was another scene entirely.
+
+The flesh beast that had once been Father Bramimond had grown dramatically in size, and was
+
+now grappling with the lizard as the two tore at each other. Standing on the lizardʼs back, one
+hand wrapped around a thick chain connected to a spike driven into the lizardʼs spine and
+
+another wrapped around the black whip was The American. His hat had been knocked off and
+his shirt was ripped and soaked with blood, but the ferocity in his eyes was like that of a hound,
+
+wracked with bloodlust and fury. He cracked the whip against the reptileʼs back, spurring it
+onward while he cackled like a madman.
+
+“Get fucked, you ugly-ass meat goblin!” he shouted, yanking the chain left and right. He pulled
+
+the whip back behind his head and lashed it forward towards the flesh creature that had been
+Father Bramimond, which recoiled from the strike. The reptile sunk its teeth into the creatureʼs
+
+fleshy exterior as they all howled and screamed. Below the reptile, smaller flesh horrors were
+beginning to assemble like a sea of gore, swaying rhythmically in a hypnotic frenzy.
+
+As the lizard brought the meat beast to the ground, they could see The American again,
+
+standing on the lizardʼs back and staring at them. His eyes were red with lust and hate.
+
+“You!” he roared, pointing the whip at the group. “You little whores donʼt get to go anywhere
+until Iʼm done fuck-”
+
+He was interrupted as Olivia shouldered her rifle and took a shot at him. The Overseer brought
+his whip up furiously and caught the bullet in midair, shattering it with a resounding pop. She
+fired again and he caught it again. She fired a third time out of rhythm, and the tip of the whip
+
+missed the bullet. The American stumbled and caught himself on the chain, his whip-hand held
+up to his chest. When it pulled it away, it was covered in blood.
+
+The American looked back up at them. His face was covered in shock and disbelief, and he
+dropped the whip and started to idly rub the spot on his heart where blood was now cascading
+
+from. Calvin thought he could see the Overseer start to say something, but before any words
+
+left his lips he let go of the chain and toppled off the reptileʼs back, into the throng of howling
+meat creatures. They descended on him like ghouls, ripping and tearing pieces of his body
+
+away and incorporating them into their own. Then the mass descended upon the reptile, who
+finally succumbed to the weight of the massive flesh creature and all of the many thousands of
+
+small creatures and was pulled, piece by piece, into the earth.
+
+They sat on the ridge overlooking the small village until the last scrap of meat had been pulled
+from the lizardʼs bones and the tide of flesh began to recede again into the mountains. Once
+
+the last of the meat monsters had disappeared, the reptileʼs skeleton collapsed into dust, out of
+which crawled the tiniest of lizards. It emerged from the pile, shook itself off, shot a dirty look
+
+at Olivia, Calvin and Adam, and scurried off into the hills.
+
+“Hell of a shot,” Adam said, breaking the silence.
+
+“Yeah,” Calvin said, to nobody in particular. He was still staring at the spot where The
+
+Americanʼs body had fallen. All that remained was a red smear and a crushed leather cowboy
+
+hat.
+
+“Adam,” Olivia said hesitantly, “were those things…?”
+
+“They were,” he said. “Friends, family. People I knew. Once everyone started getting sick, there
+
+wasnʼt much stopping it. Itʼs not a disease, not really. The air would get hazy sometimes, like it
+was full of pollen. Spores, maybe. Youʼd breathe them and then start getting sick and then
+
+youʼd go into the hills. My sisters went that way, and my dad. Eventually the Foundation
+showed up, stuck us in orange jumpsuits and put flamethrowers in our hands, and sent us out
+
+to burn back the infestation.”
+
+He sighed. “Our lives were hard enough. When we left Russia we were being pursued and
+anyone we didnʼt know couldʼve been some hidden assassin. Finding this place and
+
+somewhere to hide was a godsend, and then this happened.” He paused. “I think, for me, if
+someone tells me that thereʼs a way to stop this sort of thing from happening, well… yeah. I
+
+think Iʼd be down for that.”
+
+Calvin nodded. “Itʼs what Anthony wouldʼve wanted.”
+
+They agreed. Calvin turned the wheel on the humvee, and together the three of them crawled
+
+into the mountains and away from the ruination of the 7th Infantry.
+
+— - —
+
+As they came around the corner of a narrow road through the mountains, they could see a city
+in the valley below them. Running through that city was a road, one they knew would take them
+
+further into China and towards civilization. Calvin was scanning the road, carefully watching
+even the slightest shadow out of place in the starlit night. Olivia was cleaning her rifle with the
+
+end of a thin paintbrush. Adam was looking out the window pensively.
+
+“So thatʼs seven down, right?” the young man said. “The dead guy in the tower, the math guy,
+the multiple personality person who kidnapped Liv, that crazy snake woman, the one who killed
+
+herself, the other one who killed himself, sort of, then Green and Mr. USA back there.” He
+counted on his fingers. “Hang on, thatʼs eight.”
+
+Calvin snorted. “Arenʼt you supposed to be the math one?”
+
+Adam glared at him. “Reliving traumatic moments from my youth have thrown me off my game
+
+today. Anyway,” he continued, “so who does that bring up next?”
+
+“They call him ‘Blackbirdʼ,” Olivia responded, not taking her eyes off her work. “Heʼs a strange
+one - the journal doesnʼt say anything about where to find him, just that ‘he has a way of just
+
+showing upʼ. I donʼt know what that means.”
+
+Suddenly Calvin stomped on the brake, sending Olivia and Adam into the dashboard and onto
+the floor, respectively. They scrambled up, each pulling a weapon as Calvin did the same and
+
+stepped out of the truck.
+
+Standing in the road in front of them was a small, strange looking man. His eyes were slightly
+
+too big for his head and he had a hooked nose with neatly parted hair. He was wearing a three-
+
+piece suit with a bow-tie. In his jacket pocket was a silver pocket square with a black crown
+embroidered onto it.
+
+As Calvin cautiously stepped towards him, the man smiled warmly and extended his arms.
+
+“Good evening!” he said. “I hear you are going to soon be looking for me, yes?”
+
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+djkaktusdjkaktusTHEN
+
+— - —
+
+A young boy stands in a long line of men and women in orange jumpsuits. He has a metal collar
+around his neck. He is marched out into the cold with a shovel in his hands, and as an adult
+
+with a flamethrower pushed back the encroaching flesh, he pushes the ashes into small piles to
+be collected. He is thin, and sick. Their camp hasn't received rations in three days - but the
+
+guards stay fed.
+
+There is a commotion, and bullets whip across the frozen earth. The boy dives for cover behind
+a pile of fleshy corpses, and covers his ears against the screaming and shouting around him. It
+
+lingers for a moment, and then silence. When he opens his eyes, Anthony is leaning down to
+pick him up. The older man throws a warm blanket across Adam's shoulders, and carries him
+
+to a waiting personnel vehicle.
+
+— - —
+
+Aaron Siegel stands at a podium, delivering news of a breakthrough to the first assembly of
+their new Foundation. He beams as the audience applauds.
+
+— - —
+
+The Incredibly Ivory flees down a dark alleyway in the Three Portlands, Foundation agents fast
+on her heels. She has run for what has felt like hours now, and knows she does not have much
+
+left to give. She hears dogs barking and her legs burn like cinders. She catches sight of
+another agent rounding the corner in front of her, so she stumbles down a side street.
+
+It opens into a quiet intersection, but she can hear them approaching from all around her.
+
+Exhausted and resigned, she collapses in the street. Paint and blood are smeared on her
+clothes, and she laughs now seeing the mess. Well, she thinks, at least they'll give me
+
+something to change into.
+
+A moment later a car screeches to a halt in front of her, and Calvin pulls her into the car. When
+
+the Foundation agents exit the alleyway, she is nowhere to be found.
+
+A phone is ringing.
+
+— - —
+
+— - —
+
+In the distance is a mountain of fire and the sound of roaring machines and the continent being
+
+sundered. The earth shakes. Arians keeps the car straight on the road even as it bucks and
+buckles beneath him. In the back seat, Aaron is staring at the floor.
+
+— - —
+
+Through a small crack between two rocks, a man squeezes through followed shortly by his
+rucksack. He strikes a match, filling the chamber with light. Small white insects, those that
+
+haven't seen the light of day in a hundred generations, scurry for cover. The man lights his
+
+lantern and starts forward.
+
+There's a draft from somewhere beyond this room, so he follows it. He ducks carefully under
+
+rock formations, tenderly brushing up against them so as to not disturb them. A bat flies low
+overhead and he is encouraged - this must be the right way. He presses on, and from
+
+somewhere not far off he can hear the sound of rushing water.
+
+He opens into another cavern, but before he can get his bearings his foot snags the edge of
+the walkway and he tumbles to the ground, his lantern dashing and shattering against the
+
+ground, spilling oil and fire out in every direction. He hurries to stand, rubbing his side where
+
+he'd struck hard stone. Before he can move to put the fire out, a miracle catches his eye. In
+front of him is a waterfall, small but dozens of feet high. He approaches it cautiously, extending
+
+a hand out into the waters which he now sees flow up and around his hand. He splashes the
+water, which continues to flow up and out of the pool at his feet, towards some point in the
+
+dark far above him.
+
+In the dimming light of that cavern, standing before an impossibility, Frederick Williams grins.
+
+NOW
+
+— - —
+
+Adam burst into a clearing, hands slapping at his face as he swerved and ducked away from a
+
+great many tiny assailants. Olivia wasn't far behind, followed closely by Calvin and Anthony. Of
+the four of them, Olivia had fared the best in the jungle. Calvin had slipped and fallen into
+
+quicksand, which now covered his lower half as if he was an ice-cream-man-cone. Anthony
+was drenched head to toe in sweat from the humidity, and he grumbled and fumed each step
+
+of the way at the fucking dogshit heat. Lastly, Adam had earned the attention of a swarm of
+bugs, which (to his telling) had now followed him for the better part of the last mile, since their
+
+car had broken down.
+
+Calvin called a general halt to their progress to survey a map and some notes he had received
+from Delta. Of the seventh Overseer, the journal had been scant - she moves often - but Delta
+
+had been watching the movements of the one they called Green for weeks. True to the
+journal's description, she had moved more frequently than any of the others, often staying at a
+
+location for no more than a few days, at best. But here, deep in the heart of these forests, she
+was said to have been staying for over a month.
+
+"I don't like it," Anthony had said, chewing on the end of a cigar. "This feels like a trap."
+
+"Yeah," Adam had answered, "we don't actually know that she's there, either. We just know
+
+that we haven't seen her leave. There are plenty of ways she could've gotten out."
+
+Calvin had stroked his beard at the thought, catching Olivia's eye from across the room before
+
+she quickly looked away. "You're right. This is profoundly sketchy. But if our sources are
+
+correct and she's where we think she is, we might not get another chance at this. We have to
+act now."
+
+So it was, then, that they arrived in—
+
+"Cambodia!" Anthony shouted, tearing yet another piece of his shirt away from his body.
+"Cambodia! Of all places. If the bugs don't kill you, the wretched heat will." He pulled out a fan
+
+and began to feverishly wave it in front of his face. "I have had enough of this part of the world
+for one lifetime. If I never have to spend another day in these god-awful jungles it won't have
+
+come soon enough."
+
+Calvin surveyed their map, noting a nearby river as a landmark. "We're close now. Once we're
+in the city, we need to meet up with Vanderveer. He'll be here, in this bar. He has contacts that
+
+can get us where we need to go." He pulled a bandana out and started wrapping it around his
+face. "Put something up over your face - we need to stay as discreet as possible here." He
+
+stuck a finger out towards Adam and Anthony. "You two pasty-faces stick out."
+
+Anthony grunted, but Adam whipped his head around, face red from sustained smacks. "Hang
+on, what now? Why do we need to hide our faces?"
+
+Calvin tucked his map and the journal away. "Same reason the Overseer is here right now.
+
+Political unrest. Vanderveer says there's an artifact of some kind being held by the local
+revolutionaries, and that Green has come in personally to treat with them and get it back."
+
+Adam's face ran white. "Why is an Overseer coming to treat with revolutionaries?"
+
+"Don't be fooled," Anthony said, slinging Adam's canister over his shoulder, "this isn't a
+
+diplomatic mission. Green gets off on this kind of shit. If she's here, that means something
+disastrous is about to happen."
+
+After quickly cleaning themselves off and covering their faces, the four of them crept back into
+
+the brush in the direction of the nearby city.
+
+— - —
+
+Calvin slunk behind a wall as a group of rioters passed by him, torches illuminating the dark
+
+streets. Somewhere not far off, he could hear the sound of gunfire and car alarms, and the
+occasional loud boom of a tank as the government moved troops into the city. He waited until
+
+they were gone, and moved quickly towards the east. They had gotten separated early on after
+a mob had formed around a grocery they were passing by. Anthony had radioed in that he was
+
+fine and moving towards the target, and Olivia and Adam had met up a few blocks later.
+
+Under the orange fabric of an awning he saw a single light illuminating a sign - Pedro's Place -
+and an open door. He slipped through it, and the sound of the streets faded behind him.
+
+Pedro's Place had emptied out earlier in the day when a brick had come through one of the
+
+front windows, but a handful of patrons still sat at the bar. The broken glass had been swept
+into a small pile in the corner and left untouched. Calvin entered casually, not rising to meet any
+
+of the eyes that crossed the room in his direction. He found a seat near the back of the small
+room at a table in a far corner, and hunched down to hide his features. After a moment, the
+
+bartender came by his table.
+
+"What you have?" the bartender said, in broken English.
+
+Calvin knocked on the table twice, then twice again, then three times. "I'll have what he's
+having."
+
+The bartender paused, then nodded and left. A few more moments passed, and then another
+
+man returned to the table with beers in each hand. This man was a stout individual with fiery
+red hair and a lit cigarette burning in the corner of his mouth. He took a seat across from Calvin
+
+sliding one of them across towards him.
+
+"Cheers, Calvin," he said. "Drink up, we'll likely be dead in the morning."
+
+Calvin grinned through his handkerchief, which he quickly removed. "Van," he said, "aren't you
+a sight for sore eyes."
+
+Vanderveer shrugged. "Must be pretty sore, then." He took a drink. "Where's the rest of your
+band of merry men? I was promised a raiding party, not a single over-the-hill operative."
+
+Calvin snorted. "We were separated. Anthony is moving ahead to the watch point, and Liv and
+
+the kid are on their way. We should meet them on our way out."
+
+Vanderveer nodded. "Once they arrive, we'll need to move quickly. We won't have an
+abundance of time to act - if the riots dissipate, we've lost our opportunity. Our only cover right
+
+now is that the streets are full of looters, and we're just a handful of tourists."
+
+They were interrupted by a barking dog outside which quickly faded into the hum of the
+background. Calvin took another drink. "What's going on out there?"
+
+"Local politics," Vanderveer said. "Kervier came in and set up here a number of years ago and
+
+thoroughly fucked the water. They were doing what they usually do, you know - come in, set
+up, dig furiously and then wait until the Jailers come and force them out. Only this time, the
+
+Foundation didn't show up." He laughed. "You probably had a hand in that."
+
+It was Calvin's turn to shrug as Vanderveer continued. "Anyway, there are three sides to this.
+
+On one hand you have the local officials, all of whom were receiving kickbacks from Kervier
+
+and are seen as having betrayed their countrymen. Then you've got these folks - let's call them
+revolutionaries - who have been pushing to overthrow the government for a while. When the
+
+details of the Kervier deal came out, they decided it was their time to shine and rose up en
+masse. They're holed up down at the governor's manor, supposedly meeting with the local
+
+governor to reach some agreement. Fact is, they're only there so that Green can stoke them
+and disrupt the agreements, and send the country into civil war. Once it's properly destabilized,
+
+the Jailers can swoop in and raid the armory where they're keeping this thing they want to get
+their hands on so badly."
+
+"Who are the people in the street?" Calvin asked.
+
+"Rioters. They're all just unhappy with the government and while most of them probably align
+
+with the revolutionaries, not all of them do. Mostly they just want to riot. They're dissatisfied
+and angry and want to loot and pillage. They're the most dangerous of the three sides right
+
+now, because if their attitudes turn especially violent we could be swept up in it before we have
+time to get out of dodge."
+
+The sound of the street outside grew louder for a moment as the door opened, and through it
+
+stepped a man and woman. Calvin nodded, and Vanderveer stood.
+
+"Time to roll," the husky Irishman said. "For the Insurgency."
+
+Calvin took his extended hand. "For the Insurgency."
+
+Olivia and Adam fell in behind them, and together the four snuck quickly out of a concealed
+
+side door. As they passed the bartender, the man gave them a nervous nod. Once they were
+out on a side street, Vanderveer pointed towards lights in the distance.
+
+"That's where we're going," he said, voice rising slightly to be heard over the din of the crowd.
+
+"The revolutionaries have set up there. To get inside we'll need to meet up with one of my
+contacts, Jo." He glanced down at his phone. "I was hoping to have heard from him by now, but
+
+there's really not much time to wait. Let's go."
+
+They took off in the direction of the governor's manor, sticking mostly to side streets to avoid
+the rioters and larger gatherings. As they paused to wait for a mob to pass, Calvin pulled out
+
+his radio and called Anthony.
+
+"Anthony," he said, "do you read? Where are you?"
+
+The radio crackled a response. "Made it to the watch point. There's a throng of ne'er-do-wells
+down here pillaging an electronics shop, so I've gone onto the roof. Where are you?"
+
+"We're leaving Pedro's now. Any sign of our target?"
+
+"Not yet. She should be pretty easy to spot, what with the jumpsuit and all." The radio was
+
+silent. "Be advised, Calvin - there are a lot of troops moving out of the manor now. They're
+keeping out of the main street here and I don't think anyone on the ground has noticed. If
+
+things turn sour here, I think they're going to break really badly."
+
+Calvin took a deep breath. "Roger that. We'll meet you soon."
+
+The four of them skirted past a burning shop and down a narrow street with a tight bend at the
+
+end. Approaching it, Vanderveer held up a hand and they stopped as he peered around the
+corner. He turned back and swore.
+
+"Looters," he said. He pulled a sidearm from its holster. "Don't do anything stupid."
+
+He sidled around the corner with the rest of them not far behind. As they approached the group
+
+of people emptying a store of its contents, one of the looters noticed them, and then they all
+did. Vanderveer sucked in his chest and smiled, extending his arms.
+
+"Evenin' lads," he said with as much gusto as he could muster. "Just passing through, see.
+
+Don't want any trouble. Got money if you want it, no problems here."
+
+One of the looters looks back towards the others, and then turned back towards the group,
+nodding. Vanderveer produced his wallet and stepped forward slowly, holding it out in front of
+
+him.
+
+"There we go," he said, "nice and easy now."
+
+Suddenly, bullets zipped through the group of looters and the men and women began falling
+
+over each other. One of them pulled a gun and began firing into the dark behind them, and then
+
+everyone had guns. Van turned to run back towards the other three, but a stray shot caught
+him in the leg and he collapsed, cursing. Calvin ran up to grab him as he fell, and the three of
+
+them started to pull him off the street. Vanderveer looked back towards the group of rioters, his
+eyes growing wide.
+
+"Gas," he said, pointing. "Jailers."
+
+A cloud of gas had formed over the bodies of the dead and dying looters, which crept towards
+the group. Out of the cloud emerged dark shapes with masks and rifles in riot armor. Even from
+
+the distance they were at, Calvin could make out the insignia on their shoulders. Nine-Tailed
+Fox.
+
+"Oh shit," Adam said under his breath, and suddenly the group was in a near sprint, with Calvin
+
+heaving the hefty Vanderveer over his shoulder to keep up the pace. They darted down side
+streets, but no matter where they turned more armored shapes emerged from the shadows.
+
+They turned again, and found themselves in a dead end.
+
+"Fuck!" Olivia said, turning back towards where a group of Foundation agents now stood at the
+entrance to the alley they had walked into. Vanderveer swung around on Calvin's shoulder,
+
+firing furiously at the agents. One of them collapsed, then another. A bullet pinged off one of
+their masks, and the agent disappeared behind the rest. Then, one near the front produced a
+
+thick steel canister, pulled a tab, and rolled it towards them. A thick, orange gas blew out of the
+
+can from both ends, filling the alley.
+
+Calvin moved to run forward, but each step into the cloud felt like a thousand, and suddenly he
+
+was as heavy as lead. He heard Vanderveer swear as he fell from Calvin's shoulder, and then
+he heard Adam hit the ground, and then himself, and then the world went black.
+
+— - —
+
+Calvin's awoke, cotton-mouthed and groggy, unable to see through a dark band wrapped
+around his eyes. He felt for his wrists - cuffed, and his ankles as well. He reached as far
+
+backwards with his hands as he could, and he felt something cold but very alive - Olivia.
+Somewhere nearby, he heard the unmistakable sound of Adam snoring.
+
+Then, a voice.
+
+"Captain, captain, captain," it said, slowly and steadily. It was a rich voice, vaguely Southern,
+
+full-textured and hearty, and clearly female. The voice was that of someone very sure of where
+they stood. "I should start giving you menial scouting missions more often, when you come
+
+back with prizes like these."
+
+Another voice, this time male. Harsh. "Are these the insurgents?"
+
+"Yes, I believe they are," the woman said. Calvin heard footsteps, and then nothing. "This one is
+out of place. We're missing one."
+
+"What would you like done with him?" the man said.
+
+The woman paused, considering. "Well. No point in waking him, I think. All in all, a better way
+than what we have in store for the rest of them."
+
+There was a heavier sound as the man - clearly in boots - crossed the room. Calvin heard the
+
+sound of a bullet sliding into its chamber, and then the ear-piercing pop of a gunshot. Calvin
+jumped, and heard Olivia scream from behind him.
+
+"Look, look. They're awake. Get them up, hurry. We don't have a ton of time." More footsteps,
+
+and then Calvin was yanked upwards by two sets of hands. The hands pushed him against the
+wall and another pulled the blindfold off of his face.
+
+He squinted against the glare of the lights, and as the room became clear he was met with the
+
+sight of a short, squat woman in a dark green pantsuit. She wasn't old - maybe early 50s, and
+she wore black shoes with green flowers on them. She was leaning down to look at him
+
+quizzically, like some bird of prey lurking over a meal. Calvin turned to his left and right,
+confirming that Olivia and Adam were there with him and generally no worse for wear. He
+
+glanced into the corner of the room and then back quickly - Vanderveer lay dead on the
+ground, a bullet hole placed between his eyes.
+
+The door to the room cracked open. "What was that?" asked the voice on the other side. "Who
+
+you shooting?"
+
+The woman in the pantsuit waved them off. "Don't worry about that. I'm dealing with a personal
+issue. You understand? Personal. P-E-R-S-O-N-A-L. That means no you. Scooch."
+
+The door slid closed, and she turned back towards the group, smiling.
+
+"Well well well," she said, clapping her hands together. "And here I thought I was going to have
+
+to spend time looking for you three, and you walk right into one of my patrols. That's just
+something, I tell you what."
+
+Noticing that Olivia was staring at Vanderveer, the woman gestured dismissively. "Oh, don't
+you worry about him, sug. He went quick and easy. You're about to have a harder time of it, I'm
+
+afraid."
+
+She turned back towards an open window. From outside, they could hear the sound of the
+throng of revolutionaries in the street.
+
+"Introductions! Where are my manners, goodness. My mama would've whooped me for that.
+
+My name is unimportant - you can just call me Green. Everybody does, hell, you probably do
+too. As for you three," she paused, finger held against the side of her face, "the skinny one
+
+here is a runaway D-Class, the skinny bitch is the anartist who got away, and you - why, you're
+Calvin Lucien, aren't you? Tired of lobbing grenades at unarmed convoys, you've decided to
+
+step up to the big leagues and have a crack at some Overseers."
+
+She laughed, a warm, wholesome laugh. "I've got to hand it to you Calvin, you've got some
+balls. I don't know what's in the water wherever you're from, but it's some pretty potent stuff.
+
+Some of my own could use a tall glass of it!"
+
+Green turned back towards the window. "Now I know what you're here to do - hell, we all do by
+now. Some of my fellows decided to turn tail and run for their holes after that little stunt you
+
+pulled with poor ole Felix - very clever, by the way. You know what's funny is that Felix himself
+had worried about that, a long time ago. In order to assure him, Aaron had the Fountain drained
+
+and the ground upturned until there was nothing left. Yet there you were, doing something that
+shouldn't have been able to be done. Very, very clever."
+
+She continued. "But while they might be content to hole up for a while until this all blows over,
+
+I've got work to do. The Foundation doesn't run by itself, and it certainly doesn't run if there's
+nobody telling it to go. Besides," she turned her head to look back at them, her eyes steely and
+
+her smile crooked and devilish, "this is the most alive I've felt in years."
+
+Calvin grunted. "You're a peach."
+
+Green laughed again. "Georgia grown! Isn't that fitting?" She crossed the room again in a hurry.
+"So here's what I'm going to offer you, Calvin - something of a wager. Have you ever watched
+
+a fly at a flytrap? That's the most natural gamble out there. The fly is gambling that it can make
+it down to that sweet, sweet nectar and out before the flytrap snaps shut. The fly is willing to
+
+take that bet, though, because the nectar is so good and it's right there."
+
+She pointed at Adam and Olivia. "I'm going to offer you lives, for a life. Easy. You let me kill one
+of the two of them - your choice, I'm not unfair - and I let you do whatever you want to me. Kill,
+
+maim, butcher, whatever. OR, and here's where it gets interesting, you refuse and I leave this
+room, go into that room," she pointed a pudgy finger at the door that had opened earlier, "and
+
+put a bullet into the neck of Ying Ko-something or other, the revolutionary leader. You and your
+two friends here might make it out alive, but as soon as that throng in the street find out their
+
+golden boy was gunned down by the troops now firing on them they'll set the whole
+countryside alight."
+
+Green squatted down in from of him, both hands held out in front of her. "That's where it is,
+
+Calvin. There's the nectar. It's right there. All you have to do is reach out and take it."
+
+Calvin struggled against his restraints. One of the guards behind him put the butt of his rifle
+
+into Calvin's back, knocking him over. "Fuck you," he said.
+
+Green rolled her eyes. "You should've learned some more words and gone to church when you
+were younger, Calvin."
+
+"Take me," Calvin heard Olivia say next to him. Her voice was hoarse. "Calvin, she's going to
+
+kill one of us anyway. How else are we going to get the chance?"
+
+The woman laughed. "She's right, Calvin. Somebody is dying tonight, and you get to decide
+who. Come on now, we don't have all night. Ping Pong is not a patient man." She motioned at
+
+him, and the guards sat him back up.
+
+"Fine," Calvin said, spitting out blood, "shoot me. Let those two go."
+
+Green didn't laugh, but her smile grew unnaturally wide. "No no, Calvin. That's not how the
+game is played. You don't get to choose yourself. You think this is some kind of noble sacrifice
+
+you'd be making?" Now she laughed. "You would've thought after so many years of losing, the
+Insurgency would've figured this out by now. There are no noble sacrifices, Calvin. Here's what
+
+will happen - you will choose one of your friends or those people out there and I live or I die. If I
+live, I go back to work and we replace the Overseers you've killed - it certainly wouldn't be the
+
+first time. If I die, you get to feel like you've won something for a moment, and then you are
+either killed by the masses outside those doors or killed by our agents or die of the flu or
+
+whatever. Maybe you kill another Overseer - Jean is looking wobbly right now, he'd be a good
+target. Either way, eventually you reach a point where you have exhausted your efforts, and
+
+then you'll stop trying. You'll run into a mountain you can't climb - and believe me, that
+mountain is coming up soon. You'll realize that this tower was built to not be climbed, and you'll
+
+give up. As soon as you give up, none of the deaths mean anything. It doesn't matter if it's you,
+or her, or me."
+
+She stood up, hands still outstretched. "You know what makes sacrifice worth it? Perpetuity.
+
+You either keep going and live forever, or you die and history forgets." She laughed. "The worst
+part is, honestly, you really have no idea what you're doing."
+
+Calvin opened his mouth to talk, but Green held out a finger to silence him. "I know what you
+
+think you're doing, but honey, you were messed up from the word go. You think that killing
+people will stop the Foundation and, well," she paused, pensively. "You should ask Aaron
+
+Siegel about that. Hard to kill an idea."
+
+She turned the hand back over. "Last chance. Make a choice, fly."
+
+Calvin struggled against his restraints for a second more, and Green sighed. "Fine. You know,
+this is actually what I wanted in the first place anyway." She gestured at the captain, who
+
+strode towards the door. Olivia shouted out and lunged towards him, but was rebuked by the
+end of his rifle. He kicked the door open, and fired three times through the doorway. There was
+
+shouting on the other side, and then he fired again until the shouting stopped. He nodded to
+someone in the room, and walked through followed by the other agents. They heard another
+
+door open in the next room, and the sound of something wet and heavy hitting concrete.
+
+The crowd outside went silent. A moment later there was a single gunshot, and then a
+
+thousand. The mob erupted, and the earth began to shake. More gunshots filled the air, and
+they could smell the distinct scent of gunpowder and searing flesh. Green turned to gather her
+
+things.
+
+"You know that thing I said earlier, about flytraps? Here's what's funny about that - even if they
+
+don't go for the nectar, it's too late. They won't ever get out. The fly is made to do all sorts of
+
+things, but the flytrap? The flytrap is just there to catch the fly. But they keep coming, because
+that nectar sure does look good." She turned to look at them. "I wonder who will be next?"
+
+Suddenly Adam was on his feet, his cuffs and a nail clattering to the ground. He had taken
+
+three steps when Green had her gun out, inches from his face. He stopped suddenly, legs
+shaking, and Green cocked her head and smiled.
+
+"Oh, no," she said, "sorry honey, but it's not going to be you."
+
+Calvin saw a flash of light out the window, and then Green was stumbling backwards, clutching
+her hand and cursing. Blood rushed between her fingers. From on the table next to her, a
+
+confiscated radio crackled.
+
+"Run." It was Anthony.
+
+Adam snagged a key off the table as Green ran out of the room. Once unshackled, Calvin
+collected their weapons and the radio.
+
+"Anthony," he said, running into the next room, "do you have eyes? Where's she at?"
+
+"On the roof," Anthony said, "there's a helicopter landing right now. I'm heading your way."
+
+As they rounded the corner, three of the revolutionaries stormed up the stairs, guns drawn.
+They opened fire on the three, forcing Calvin behind a table and Olivia back into the first room.
+
+Calvin returned fire, catching the first man in the shoulder and forcing him back. Olivia fired
+blind, but missed. Two more were coming up the stairs behind them, and more could be heard
+
+below. Calvin could barely hear the crowd below them over the din of the helicopter above.
+
+Calvin reloaded, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Adam sprinting around the corner
+behind Olivia, something long and slender in his hand. Before Calvin could shout out to him,
+
+Adam had the Spear of the Non-Believer cocked back and aimed at the men in the stairwell. In
+the moment before he loosed it, Calvin felt the air get sucked out of the room. Silence filled the
+
+space where noise had been a second prior, and the lights dimmed. He grabbed his chest,
+
+unable to breathe, and managed to get turned just enough to look over the table towards the
+stairwell.
+
+There was a roaring sound like a locomotive passing over them, and a blast of light and heat.
+The spear ripped through the air towards the men on the stairs, piercing each of them in
+
+succession and embedding itself in the wall behind them. As it passed through them, they burst
+
+into flames and were quickly reduced to ash - the last sound from their lips being the faint
+whisper of a scream before being silenced forever. Calvin stood up unsteadily, his expression
+
+covered with disbelief. Adam stumbled backwards, bracing first against the wall and then Olivia
+as she came in behind him to scoop him up. He ran a hand through his hair, eyes wide and
+
+mouth hanging open.
+
+"Holy shit," he said quietly, "I don't know what I was expecting, but… oh god."
+
+"No time, come on," Calvin said before realizing that Adam could barely stand. "Olivia, stay
+here with him. Anthony will be up soon, I'll get Green."
+
+Olivia nodded. Calvin bounded up the stairs towards the roof, taking the door with a lowered
+
+shoulder and bowling out onto the platform above. The helicopter was just a few steps away,
+and Green was standing on the railing. When she saw him, she extended her free hand in
+
+greeting.
+
+"This is it, Calvin!" her voice cut over the sound of the helicopter and the crowd below, which
+was now in a frenzy. Fires had broken out across the entire quad, with more cropping up in the
+
+distance as the city began to burn. "This is the world your actions lead you to. I hope it was
+worth it!"
+
+Calvin pulled out his sidearm and fired at her. He missed once, then twice, and then an
+
+explosion rocked the building and his gun fell from his hand. He reached to grab it but was too
+slow, and it disappeared over the edge of the roof. With Green laughing over the noise, the
+
+helicopter began to ascend.
+
+Calvin felt someone come up beside him. Anthony planted a knee into the ground and, taking
+aim with his scoped rifle, fired a round. It pinged off the metal just beside Green, whose eyes
+
+grew wide with something like glee upon seeing him.
+
+"Ah, Vince, you were late! I had hoped I'd get the chance to catch up with you too!" She blew
+him a big kiss. "I'll tell Aaron you said hi when I see him next!"
+
+Anthony lined up another shot but was wide when he pulled the trigger. The helicopter
+
+continued to climb. He fired again - nothing.
+
+Then, something streaked out of the crowd below them - a rocket. It arced into the sky and
+disappeared into the open door of the helicopter. For a moment nothing happened - Green
+
+didnʼt look like sheʼd even seen it. Then, scarlet filled the sky as the rocket and helicopter both
+burst into flames and fell to the earth. The blades were spun out into the crowd, and the
+
+flaming mass of metal struck a nearby building. The fuel exploded, and both the wreckage and
+the building collapsed into the crowd below them.
+
+Another explosion rocked the ground beneath them, and then another. Overhead, low-flying
+
+shapes came into view, moving quickly past them and away into the distance. Moments later,
+fire lit up the horizon, drawing closer to them. Another wave of shapes passed by - jets - and
+
+then more fire. One of them struck the street outside the governor's manor, causing Calvin to
+stumble. Anthony caught him by the jacket and pulled him to his feet.
+
+"Time to go, kid," he said.
+
+They sprinted to the rooftop access and down the stairs where Adam and Olivia were waiting.
+
+Motioning for them to follow, Anthony led them down another stairwell into the kitchens. They
+danced around falling pots and pans as more explosions sent shockwaves through the walls of
+
+the manor, the mortar and brick beginning to give way in places as the ceiling above them
+cracked and splintered. They turned one corner, and then another, and then a third led them to
+
+a side door that Anthony lowered a shoulder into, flinging it open and emptying them out onto
+the street.
+
+They stood between the now-crumbling manor and the building adjacent that had caught the
+
+flaming helicopter as it fell from the sky. At the end of the alley they could see the mob
+converging on soldiers who opened fire into the mass. Above them, more planes screamed
+
+overhead and more bombs fell onto the crazed populace. Anthony turned back to the other end
+of the side street.
+
+"Down there," he pointed at the end of the street, "there was a car pool when I came in the
+
+back. There's liable to be something in there that we can-"
+
+He was cut short by the scream of something unnatural. Turning back towards the flaming
+
+wreck of the building next to the manor, they saw a fiery figure step out of the wreckage. Its
+
+skin had sloughed off half of its face, and one arm had been severed just above the elbow. It
+stumbled out into the street, trying to balance on rapidly melting legs. Its eyes were gone
+
+entirely; all that remained were empty sockets full of smoke.
+
+The figure turned towards them and opened its mouth, and a foul moan echoed out of its
+
+charred throat, drowning out all sounds around them. It took one step towards them, and then
+
+another. Instinctively Calvin fired at it, and the bullet tore through flesh and bone but still it
+inched forward. The figure moaned again and raised its hand, leveling a gun at Calvin's chest.
+
+He realized too late what it was, but by the time he heard the crack of the gunshot he was
+already on the ground.
+
+Standing over him was Anthony, hand clutching the side of his neck. Another crack, and he
+
+stumbled backwards as Olivia screamed and fired back. Blood was pooling underneath his
+shirt. There was a third crack and the sound of a bullet ricocheting off the pavement as the
+
+holder of the gun collapsed into a smoking, smoldering, unmoving pile. Anthony turned as if to
+walk away and fell, only barely avoiding slamming into the pavement as Adam slid underneath
+
+him to break his fall. Calvin scrambled to his feet and rushed over.
+
+Blood was now pulsing out from under Anthony's fingers on his neck, and more was seeping
+through his shirt. Olivia was trying to keep pressure on the chest wound, but Anthony waved
+
+her off. He took a breath, and then another. Each felt like it lasted an eternity, and each was
+more ragged and uncertain than the last. Calvin stood over him, blood now spattering onto his
+
+shoes every time Anthony coughed. The helplessness of it all began to close around him like a
+shroud.
+
+Then he felt something - a weight that he had forgotten about and suddenly remembered. He
+
+reached into his jacket and pulled out a crystal vial of clear, shimmering fluid. He held it in front
+of him, the light of the fires behind them dancing across its surface like fireworks in rain. Adam
+
+saw it too, and his eyes drew wide. Olivia had stopped what she was doing, and then they were
+all watching Calvin. Almost unconsciously, he brought his other hand up to remove the seal.
+
+"No!" croaked Anthony through spittle and blood. "Calvin- no. No. Don't."
+
+Olivia looked back down at him, tears streaming down her face. "Anthony, please. Please, we
+
+can save you, we can-"
+
+The older man shook his head. "No- not like that. No." His eyes, which had until this moment
+
+been unfocused, were now locked onto Calvin's. "My mistake. Mine. Not yours."
+
+Calvin hesitated, his hand still inches from the seal of the vial. Then, as quickly as he had
+produced it, he slid it away into his jacket.
+
+Anthony sighed. "Vincent-" he whispered, his voice hoarse and barely audible over the din, "-
+
+Arians. It was my name." He raised a hand towards Calvin, who took it into his own. "Here, now,
+for you- Anthony." He smiled.
+
+Then, after one more shallow breath, Anthony Wright died.
+
+Calvin was the first to stand. He took several deep breaths, trying desperately not to think
+about it.
+
+"We need to go," he said. "The car pool, he said there were cars. We need to get out of here."
+
+Adam looked up, his eyes red behind tears. "We can't leave him here. We can't." He turned to
+
+Olivia as if to beg her, but she was already frantically digging around in her bag. After a
+second, she pulled out a thin brush and a small container of light blue paint. She motioned for
+
+Adam to stand back, and the young man took two hesitant steps away from Anthony's body.
+
+With a swift, deft hand, she ran long lines of paint across the body. At the spots where the lines
+intersected, light shined through the color of the paint as if from underneath it. She ran several
+
+more lines, and then more crossing over those, and then stepped back. Anthony's body was
+covered in many thin lines of glowing blue paint, which blinked and pulsed slowly. She leaned
+
+forward over him, and leaned down to kiss him on the forehead.
+
+Like lightning, the lines all lit up at once. Each of the individual cells created by the crossing
+lined began to change until they were cloudy and opaque, as if he was covered in many pieces
+
+of stained glass. As they all solidified into a glass cocoon around the body, Olivia brought the
+other end of her brush down into the center of the figure, shattering it. The glass collapsed,
+
+and suddenly the air was filled with a prismatic cloud of crystal butterflies, each sounding a
+single note of a song that played around them over the chaos of the fighting beyond. They
+
+swung around the group once, and then away from them into the air. The glass was no more,
+and Anthony's body was gone.
+
+Calvin grabbed the two of them up, and together they raced down the alley towards the back
+
+of the manor. More explosions lit up the night sky, and dark figures raced into the woods
+outside the city all around them. When they reached the car lot, half of the vehicles there were
+
+on fire and a ten meter crater was carved out of the ground where they had been. The
+scrambled through an open gate and surveyed the scene.
+
+"Shit," Olivia said, "what are we going to do?"
+
+Without warning, a military jeep came around the corner from behind a patch of trees, stopping
+
+in front of them. The door opened and a man climbed out, his features hidden beneath a hood
+and bandanna.
+
+"Take the car," the man said, "drive north until you are out of the country. A map in the glove
+
+box will take you to your next contact." He looked back towards the flaming city behind them.
+"Is the Overseer dead?"
+
+Calvin nodded.
+
+The man didn't move. "And Wright?"
+
+None of them responded. The man paused, and then handed a pack to Calvin. "This is food,
+
+water, and munitions to last you until you reach the checkpoint. You must hurry - the Overseers
+have their kill squads roaming the countryside looking for you."
+
+He took a few steps towards the treeline, and then turned back. "For the Insurgency."
+
+"For the Insurgency," Calvin echoed.
+
+The man disappeared into the trees, and the three of them climbed into the jeep. As another
+bomb dropped nearby, they tore out of the lot and onto a dirt road heading north into the dark
+
+forest.
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+djkaktusdjkaktusTHEN
+
+— - —
+
+A phone is ringing.
+
+Aaron Siegel stands outside of a church. Its walls, rotted and crumbling, strain to hold up the
+
+towering, pockmarked roof above it. One of the doors hangs loose on a single hinge, swaying
+softly in the wind. The windows, long since stripped of their panes and frames, whistle an eerie
+
+song as the wind slices through them. The entire structure creaks and groans.
+
+A phone is ringing.
+
+Aaron looks behind him. He can see Arians standing next to their car, watching him. Between
+the haze of the dust and the setting sun, he almost looks like a mirage. Heʼs too far away, and
+
+Aaron canʼt make out his features. All he sees is his friendʼs coat, whipping in the wind, and the
+dark glasses on his face.
+
+A phone is ringing.
+
+Aaron looks off in the distance, and sees fire. He hears the moaning and screeching of metal
+
+on metal, and sees smoke rising over the mountains. Every so often he hears the thunderous
+cacophony of an explosion rip across the badlands and sees lights flashing across the horizon.
+
+He sees, very briefly, a clockwork mountain, illuminated by an inferno. A dark star hangs low in
+the sky.
+
+A phone is ringing.
+
+Aaron hears voices. Nine voices, calling to him from the earth. They know. They know he
+carries the trigger, and they ache for its release. They cry out to him, begging him for the
+
+elation of their own torment. They cannot hear each other, but they can hear him. Each
+footstep sends their tiny bodies writhing in their concrete tombs, their broken arms
+
+outstretched, grasping towards a god they cannot see. “Come back,” they say. “Make us whole
+
+again.”
+
+A phone is ringing.
+
+Aaron steps towards the church, but his gait is unsure and his pace wavers. Inside the church,
+
+he will find truth. The sky burns bright in the light of a blighted god. Horror seeps through the
+soil, wrapping tiny, shredded fingers around his shoes. He pulls away, and struggles towards
+
+the church. The sun sinks below the mountains, and as it does he sees a Red Right Hand
+hanging in the heavens. The wind knocks the doors of the church wide, and from within its
+
+ruined hall he hears the sound of a man laughing.
+
+Inside the church, a phone is ringing.
+
+NOW
+
+— - —
+
+“This is it?” Olivia said.
+
+Calvin consulted the journal. The location was right, so far as he could tell, but the smoking
+
+ruin they had come upon was not the fortress described in the text. Shielding his eyes from the
+sun, he tried to make out some features noted by the author, but was unable to. As a whole, it
+
+was an unrecognizable mess.
+
+“Yeah,” Calvin said slowly, “this is it.”
+
+Adam squinted through the smoke that drifted towards them. “You think somebody else got
+
+here first?”
+
+Anthony grunted. “Likely not. I canʼt imagine the Overseers have made it public that their
+contract is broken.”
+
+“One of ours, then?” the young man inquired.
+
+Calvin shook his head. “Delta was very specific. Nobody but us.”
+
+“Well shit then, kids,” Olivia said, taking off down the rocky hill. “Letʼs go have a look.”
+
+The four of them followed the road down towards a gatehouse that set nearly a half mile off of
+the destroyed fortress on the mountain. Aside from the drifting smoke and debris being kicked
+
+up in the wind, there was no other movement in the entire complex. The gate stood open, and
+they passed through. The gatehouse sat unoccupied.
+
+“Little on the nose, donʼt you think?” Adam said, examining the structure as they walked up the
+
+long drive towards it. “Evil organization boss has an evil fortress in the mountains?”
+
+Anthony barked out a laugh. “You havenʼt met Baron Hoadley, then.”
+
+“Baron Hoadley?” Olivia asked.
+
+“O5-8,” Anthony replied. “He didnʼt build this fortress because he wanted to intimidate people.
+He built it because heʼs a coward.”
+
+“You knew him?” Adam asked.
+
+Anthony hesitated for a moment. “Knew of him, sure. Iʼve never met him. A reputation can
+follow you, though, regardless of what circles you run in.”
+
+They carried on, though Olivia studied Anthony closely as they did.
+
+— - —
+
+The damage to the exterior of the mountain fortress was only an appetizer compared to the
+
+feast of destruction within. Staircases were broken and inaccessible, the floor beneath them
+creaked and groaned and in some places gave way entirely to soot and ash. Long steel beams
+
+across the ceiling sagged from the heat, and the entire estate stunk of fire and flesh. Every so
+often they would pass by a corpse of some man, likely a personal guard of the Overseer, their
+
+bodies charred and their faces mutilated. Several of them were piled against the inside of a
+locked door. More lay flat on the ground, running from something in the rear of the building.
+
+They descended the levels they could, until they reached a large room whose walls seemed to
+
+no longer exist. The roof above it had long since collapsed and smoke still floated out into the
+evening sky. There were guards in this room, too, though most of them were now
+
+superimposed against the walls, nothing more than the absence of a man where the heat
+couldnʼt reach. They crossed the chamber, careful to avoid the corpses, the point from which
+
+the devastation seemed to have burst forth.
+
+It was the corpse of a man, his body flayed open and his skin blackened. Something dull and
+metallic was anchored onto his exposed spine, and as they approached they could hear a
+
+gentle whirring of spinning gears. From within his chest grew a massive, scorched, flesh
+covered spire that branched out in all directions towards the ceiling. Large chunks of burnt
+
+meat sat rotting around the room. Anthony stooped down to study the figure.
+
+“Yep,” he said, “thatʼs definitely the Overseer.”
+
+“What the fuck happened here, then?” Adam said, incredulous.
+
+“If I had to take a guess,” Anthony said, standing back up, “I think that Baron had enjoyed the
+
+benefits of some sort of… augmentations, or magic, or… something unnatural, which were kept
+in check because he couldnʼt die.” He glanced around the room. “Judging by how far down the
+
+fires have burned, Iʼd guess that a few weeks ago he suddenly found himself very mortal, and
+his augmentations didnʼt agree with each other.” He poked the spinning gear mechanism with
+
+his foot, causing it to spin a little faster. “Yeah, definitely didnʼt agree with each other.”
+
+Olivia peered down at the corpse. “Thatʼs it, then? One more down?”
+
+Calvin nodded as he surveyed the scene. “Everything here looks more or less self-contained. I
+
+guess… yeah, I mean, I guess weʼre finished here.” He glanced at his watch. “Itʼs going to be
+
+late soon. Letʼs find somewhere to bunk down, and weʼll leave in the morning.”
+
+“So weʼre standing alone on a beach, and our evac is five minutes away,” Calvin growled, his
+voice hushed as he gestured a spinning helicopter. “Weʼve got Peacekeepers on the other side
+
+of this hill, and the rabid occultists sprinting down the beach. Thereʼs a Foundation destroyer
+parked three miles off of the beach, you can barely see it, but we know that at any moment
+
+they could open up a railgun and turn us into a red smear on the sand.”
+
+Adam rocked back and forth with giddy excitement. “So what did you do?”
+
+Calvin made another grand gesture. “What do you think? I unclipped my rifle and mowed them
+down, every last one! All fire and hot lead and fury, until the beach was empty and our evac
+
+arrived.”
+
+The young manʼs eyes were nearly bright enough to illuminate the dark room. “Holy shit dude.
+Why havenʼt you told me this before?”
+
+“Because itʼs bullshit,” Olivia said, walking into the room and setting down scavenged food from
+
+the kitchens. “What your glorious leader has failed to mention is that he had lost his gun before
+we ever got on the beach. He dropped it when one of the native kids threw a rock at him while
+
+we were riding down the main road about three towns away. In lieu of a Rambo-style shootout,”
+she said, smiling at Calvin as he simmered across the room, “I glamoured us up a big sea turtle
+
+and we hid underneath it until the Peacekeepers had moved on and the occultists got bored.
+Then we swam out to the sandbar where our rendezvous was waiting, in a fishing boat.” She
+
+poked a finger towards Calvin. “And I wouldnʼt call that glorified dingy a Foundation destroyer.
+It was barely a patrol ship.”
+
+“You know,” he said, glowering, “thereʼs something to be said about the victors getting to write
+
+history.”
+
+“I know,” she said, grinning. “I just did.”
+
+Adam laughed. “I didnʼt realize you two had known each other so long. Have you worked
+
+together for a while?”
+
+“A while!” Olivia spat. “How old do you think I am?”
+
+Adamʼs foot promptly ran itself a mile down his throat, and Olivia laughed again. “Yes,” she
+said, “itʼs been a while. We first met… when? In Budapest? That wouldʼve been in ‘94?”
+
+“Too long,” Calvin squawked, taking a drink from a metal flask. “Ever since I had to pull her ass
+
+off the street when she was running with that group of art monkeys.”
+
+“Excuse me,” she said, smacking the back of his hand with a wooden spoon. “Those ‘art
+
+monkeysʼ were how I got my foot in the door here. The great Calvin Lucien wouldʼve had no
+interest in me if I couldnʼt do magic.”
+
+“I donʼt have any interest in you now,” he said, earning himself another smack.
+
+“Hang on, magic? Like, youʼre a wizard?” Adam said with renewed awe. “How do I not know
+
+this?”
+
+“I donʼt make a habit out of talking about it in public,” Olivia said, stirring her soup, “but yes.
+Once upon a time I was The Incredible Ivory, an anartist of some renown. I worked a couple of
+
+shows in Paris and Munich before our cell got busted by Foundation thugs. We got scattered,
+and the Insurgency moved in to pick up the pieces.” She eyed Calvin again. “In Budapest.”
+
+He shrugged. “Iʼve cleaned up plenty of the Foundationʼs messes in my day. They all sort of run
+
+together after a while.”
+
+As another deft smack rang through the ruined hall they had made their camp in, Anthony
+shuffled around a corner holding a stack of books. He grunted as he tossed them to the ground
+
+in front of the group, and gave them a nudge with his foot.
+
+“Alright. Homework time.”
+
+Olivia scowled. “We havenʼt even finished dinner yet. You donʼt think we have time for a single
+
+night off? We havenʼt stopped in weeks.”
+
+Anthony grabbed a book off the top of the pile and settled into a large chair. “Suit yourself. But
+remember that the Overseers arenʼt taking the night off.”
+
+They each grudgingly picked up a book and began to flip through them. After quickly skimming
+
+a couple of pages, Adam paused.
+
+“Anthony,” he said, “what about you? Youʼve been around for a while, right?”
+
+Anthony grunted a response.
+
+“How long is that exactly?” Adam inquired.
+
+Anthony sighed and sat the book down on the table next to his chair. “I have the distinct benefit
+
+of being the elder member of this group, by far. Thatʼs all you need to know.”
+
+Adam scowled. “Come on, man. Weʼve been working together for months now and I feel like I
+donʼt know anything about you.”
+
+Calvin coughed. “Heʼs just mad because he doesnʼt want to tell you how old he is.” He flipped a
+
+page. “Hereʼs a hint: itʼs pretty old.”
+
+Anthony glared at him. “At my age, kid, you donʼt think so much about the things youʼve done,
+and start thinking more about the things you couldʼve done.” He grunted. “That list is pretty
+
+long.”
+
+“I mean, we all knew what we signed up for, right?” Adam said in between bites of a sandwich.
+
+“Our lives in service to a better world? Our lives as sacrifice in order to create a future for the
+rest of mankind?” He swallowed. “That doesnʼt sound too bad.”
+
+Anthony stared into his book. “You say that now. Youʼre young. The goal isnʼt too far away from
+where youʼre at now. When itʼs done, you get to go back. But me, and some of the others… this
+
+is all itʼs ever been. I knew what I signed up for, aye. Youʼre right in thinking we all did. Iʼm not
+
+ashamed of it. Itʼs just a bittersweet satisfaction you get from it.”
+
+Calvin elbowed Adam. “Listen kid, donʼt let him get you down. Weʼll probably all be
+
+curmudgeons when we get to be as old as he is. But carrying on the Engineerʼs legacy,
+
+standing in opposition to-”
+
+Anthony snorted. “The Engineer. Iʼm sure.”
+
+They all stopped and looked at the old man, who shook his head slowly. “Feel free to call it
+
+whatever you want, but donʼt call it carrying on The Engineerʼs legacy.”
+
+Calvin raised a single eyebrow. “You have a better way to describe keeping the torch of our
+founder?”
+
+Anthony put the book down again and closed his eyes. “The Engineer is a lie that Delta
+
+Command tells the Insurgency to keep everyone in line. ‘Do it for His Legacy,ʼ they say. No. Do
+it for your friends and family. Do it because itʼs the right thing to do. But donʼt do it for some
+
+asinine notion that youʼre keeping up a manʼs legacy.”
+
+“What are you talking about?” Olivia said.
+
+Anthony leaned back in his chair. “Theyʼll tell you a lot of things about The Engineer. Some of
+them are true. He certainly did build the Insurgency from almost nothing. He set forth many of
+
+its tenets. But he also turned traitor the moment he had a chance to grab power.”
+
+Adam sat up quickly, and Calvin glared at the old man. “What are you even talking about?” he
+
+barked. “You act like you knew the man.”
+
+He paused. “I did know him,” Anthony growled back. “I followed him during the Defection. I
+carried the weight of our young Insurgency right beside him, and I was left to pick up the
+
+pieces when he stabbed us in the back and bolted for the Foundation the moment he got a
+better deal - when they made him an Overseer.”
+
+“Thatʼs impossible,” Adam said slowly. “If you knew the Engineer, you would have to be… god,
+
+a hundred years old. Older even than that.”
+
+Anthony didnʼt move. “Yes,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “Older even than that.”
+
+Calvin laughed mockingly. “Isnʼt that something, then. Rail against the unnatural while dipping
+your hand in that same honeypot to extend your life.”
+
+Anthony glowered at him. “I was a child. I knew nothing. Iʼve grown up, but that shit doesnʼt just
+
+leave you.”
+
+“Who knows about this?” Olivia said quietly.
+
+“Nobody.” Anthony rubbed his palm against his temple. “Nobody needs to. Everytime
+
+somebody became suspicious, I would disappear for a while and come back with a different
+name. Even then, in those times I would be gone, I wasnʼt ever far away - just enough to snuff
+
+out suspicion while still doing what I could to protect our ambitions.”
+
+Calvin threw up his hands. “So let me get this straight - you expect us to believe that you,
+
+someone who has anomalously extended their life past what is natural and who knews what
+
+else, you expect us to believe that you now know better than the Engineer? Everything we have
+here is owed to the Engineer, and the sacrifices he made. Our entire doctrine is-”
+
+“Sacrifices?!” Anthony was standing now, his face reddening. “You think he made sacrifices?
+
+He let others do the sacrificing for him. He lost nothing and gained everything he ever wanted,
+and we all fell for it. Well fell for it because we were idealists, Calvin. We believed we could
+
+singlehandedly stand against the darkness, that our actions would make a difference. The
+Engineer took that idealism, used it for as long as it was useful to him, and then broke its back!”
+
+Adam moved to speak, but Anthony couldn't be deterred. "We built this Insurgency from the
+
+ground up, together, and we shared everything. He took that knowledge back to the Foundation
+and used it to ruin us. Hundreds were killed! Thousands! He knew everything there was to
+
+know about us, our facilities, our encampments, our storehouses. He knew it all, and he
+destroyed it all! We became a joke to them!"
+
+He sunk back into his chair. “We set up Delta in the wake of his betrayal to be purposefully
+
+realistic. That's why the Insurgency has no real goal - the Summa Modus Operandi is the only
+goal, and until now it has been an unattainable one. This is by design. Give us something to do
+
+until an opportunity presents itself, or forever be the wriggling doubt in the back of his mind, if
+he's even still in there."
+
+He paused to take a drink. His expression softened. He looked tired. "Delta doesnʼt even know.
+
+It wouldnʼt matter; even if they did, it benefits them to maintain the cult of personality based
+around him. Heʼs a mascot at this point, and one our organization needs desperately.”
+
+“If what youʼre saying is true,” Calvin said with measured words, “then why havenʼt you said
+
+anything sooner?”
+
+Anthony shrugged. “To what end? A chance that people believe me and lose faith in the
+
+Insurgency, or a greater chance they donʼt believe me at all, like what youʼre doing now. What
+difference would it make?” He paused. “Our goal is still the most important thing. Anything that
+
+would distract from that goal cannot be allowed.”
+
+“So why are you telling us now?” Olivia said softly.
+
+Anthony didnʼt speak right away. He brought a single finger up to his temple and began to rub it
+slowly, closing one eye and looking off somewhere in the distance. “Iʼm telling you now,
+
+because it matters to me that you know. It would be nothing short of a miracle for us all to make
+it through this.” He paused again. “It doesnʼt seem right to let somebody die without knowing
+
+the truth of what theyʼre dying for. We do what we do because the natural order demands we
+correct our mistakes, not because of what some traitor said to do seventy years ago.”
+
+He stood, book in hand, and began to walk away. “Find whatever peace you can in that.”
+
+— - —
+
+Later, after Olivia and Adam had fallen asleep by their stack of burning furniture, Calvin sat
+
+awake. He rolled a vial of liquid back and forth in his hand, his eyes fixed on it. The light of the
+fire danced across its surface, reds and yellows scattered across a field of sparkling blue. It
+
+was cool to the touch - it always had been - and holding it in his hand made him feel calm. He
+couldn't explain it, but there was something comforting about —
+
+"Where did you get that, Calvin."
+
+It wasn't voiced like a question. Calvin spun quickly to find Anthony standing a few paces
+behind him, face only partially illuminated by the light of the moon. Calvin tucked the vial into
+
+his pocket.
+
+"It's none of your business," he said quietly.
+
+Anthony snorted. "It absolutely is my business, because last I checked there wasn't any of it
+left." He came forward out of the dark and took a seat on the ground next to Calvin. He was
+
+whittling at a stick with a short knife. "Do you know what it is?"
+
+Calvin nodded. "It's water from the Fountain of Life."
+
+Anthony cocked his head, peering down at the end of his stick. "That it is. I imagine you have
+already used another vial to help bring poor Dr. Carter to a long-awaited grave." Calvin nodded.
+
+"Yet here you are with another one. Now that is something, isn't it?"
+
+He set the knife and stick down and leaned back against a chair. "When they ran the Fountain
+dry, there was just enough water left for twelve vials. Each of them had already drank from it
+
+and had their eternal youth assured, but these extra twelve vials were given to each of them -
+just in case. Last I had heard, they had all been consumed, but now you have two. I wonder
+
+whose you ended up with?" He paused. "What are you going to do with it?"
+
+"Nothing," Calvin said quickly. "Destroy it, eventually."
+
+Anthony closed his eyes. "Good. There is nothing in that bottle but poison, take my word for it.
+
+It'll clean up your wounds and restore your youth, but the life you lead afterwards is a shallow
+
+one - an empty one. You start to lose the taste of things, the color starts to come out of the
+sky."
+
+"So you really have tasted the waters," Calvin said, something like incredulity betraying his
+words.
+
+Anthony sighed. "Yes. When we defected, we took vials of water from the Fountain for
+
+ourselves. Not all of us, but a few. I was one of the lucky ones." He laughed. "Lucky. No, not
+lucky. Once I realized what it was that I had done, I spent years trying to find a way to undo it.
+
+The steps I've taken haven't brought back my taste or brightened my eyes, but they have made
+me start aging again. Slowly."
+
+Calvin pulled the vial back out and looked at it for a moment. When he turned back to Anthony,
+
+the man was looking at him. "Back at the chateau, when Donna Taylor said you were lying
+about being afraid of death - what do you think she meant by that?" Anthony asked.
+
+Calvin shrugged. "I don't know. I'm really not." He paused. "Or— well, I don't know. I'm not
+
+afraid of dying myself, but when I think about losing people, the ones I'm close to or the ones
+who look to me for guidance… something about that makes me feel sick."
+
+"Of course it does," Anthony said, smiling. "There's nothing wrong with being afraid of death,
+
+Calvin. It's the great unknown - and the fear of losing people to it has driven greater men to
+worse evils. Trust me, even I have succumbed to that fear before." He stopped for a moment,
+
+staring now at the edge of his knife blade. "The difference between us and the Foundation is
+that we can accept death's role in the natural order - as we can accept the natural order for
+
+what it is. The Foundation contains these monsters and miracles and researches them in the
+hopes of finding greater truths - all for the benefit of the Overseers. They claim to want to keep
+
+the power of gods out of the wrong hands, so they keep it for themselves. We deny the power
+of the gods at all." He clicked his tongue against his teeth. "It shouldn't exist, Calvin. Not like
+
+this. Our world wasn't made to sustain it."
+
+Anthony looked back down at the vial. "The decision is yours, Calvin, but if I were you I would
+destroy it and never think of it again, because I won't let you use it, and I don't want to kill you. I
+
+won't let you make the same mistake he made."
+
+Calvin didn't look up at him. "You said you've come and gone over the years - that you've used
+different names. Who are you?"
+
+Anthony smiled. "For you, right now, I'm Anthony Wright. I've been other people before, but all
+
+of those people died when I passed to the next name. The man I was when we defected hasn't
+been alive in decades."
+
+With that, Anthony turned over onto his side and within moments was quietly snoring from
+
+under his jacket. Calvin persisted a while longer, until he too was taken by sleep.
+
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+
+— - —
+
+Aaron Siegel sat in the back room of a bustling Somali warehouse. Through the cracks in the
+
+blinds he could see people moving to and fro; the first faint breaths of their new Insurgency. He
+
+thought the name was ridiculous — most of them did — but ridiculous was part of the equation.
+Make them believe youʼre incompetent. Make them think itʼs not an act. Their footprint was
+
+small, but growing steadily. Already they had raided three Foundation storehouses in Africa,
+with another team preparing for a third. Make them think itʼs not an act.
+
+But Aaron Siegel sat uncomfortably. The week before, they got word that work had begun on a
+
+new facility in Italy. There wasnʼt a sign on the door identifying it as a Foundation site, but all
+the signs were there. At the same time, three new unmarked ships were seen patrolling the
+
+waters near their Somali headquarters. Reports of task forces being deployed in the United
+States. Dark planes over the Antarctic.
+
+He sat uncomfortably because these were not the choked final breaths of a dying organization.
+
+Frederick Williams was dead, annihilated by the finger of God Himself. Most of the O5 research
+team, the senior leadership of the fledgling Foundation, had either been killed in the ensuing
+
+chaos or defected along with Aaron and Arians. Many others had left their posts to join them
+too, for any number of ideological reasons. The Chaos Insurgency. Yet even in the midst of
+
+their greatest defeat, the Foundation continued on. Their operations seemed untouched.
+
+And Aaron Siegel sat uncomfortably.
+
+The telephone on his desk rang out its piercing notice, and Aaron moved to answer it. He
+
+hesitated; the phone had only ever seemed to want to bring him bad news. Another shipment
+lost. Foundation sites increasing security. More sites under construction. Everything they had
+
+sacrificed, everything he had given up, would be for nothing if the Foundation and its efforts
+were not ground to a halt. The fear of failure, of the reckoning of his sins, stayed his hand for a
+
+moment.
+
+But Aaron Siegel answered the phone.
+
+“Can you hear the black wolf howl at the moon?,” said Arians, his rough tenor barely audible
+
+across their meager connection.
+
+“Vincent,” Aaron sighed in relief. His friendʼs voice was a welcome reprieve, even in spite of its
+tone. “Youʼre well?”
+
+“Iʼve told you a thousand times,” Arians growled over the receiver, “finish the phrase. Itʼs a
+
+security measure. We cannot be compromised, especially not now.”
+
+Aaronʼs heart dropped slightly. “What news?”
+
+Arians paused. “Theyʼre moving to South America. The Broken God fanatics are involved in
+some activity there. The Foundation is shipping out en masse.”
+
+“How many?” Aaron felt himself ask.
+
+“Two hundred, maybe three hundred men,” Arians said, “and thatʼs not including some other
+staff members theyʼre moving in from other sites in the region. Itʼs a full on escalation, Aaron.”
+
+Aaron sunk into his chair. The receiver of the phone felt heavy in his hand, and he heard a
+
+distance cackling that swept over him in waves. How could this be happening? They should be
+in ruins.
+
+“Aaron?” Ariansʼ voice shocked him and brought him back to reality with a start.
+
+“Yes, yes, sorry, I just… Vince, how is this happening? What did we do wrong?”
+
+Arians was quiet for a moment. “Maybe Sophia was just more resourceful than we anticipated.
+
+Look, Aaron,” he took a deep breath, “all I know is what weʼre being told, and what weʼre being
+told is that the Foundation is mobilizing to Mexico. We need to have boots on the ground there
+
+to try and disrupt their supply lines.”
+
+Aaron nodded slowly to nobody but himself. “Yes… yes, youʼre right. Of course. Weʼll arrange
+transports for our agents in the region as soon as possible. Vince,” he began to say, hesitating.
+
+“Yes?”
+
+“I… I think I want to go with you on this one. I want to go to San Marco.”
+
+“You… why?”
+
+Aaronʼs eyes descended to his desk. Sitting on the middle of it, tied up with red thread, was a
+small roll of paper. “I want to see them. I just need to see them again.”
+
+“Theyʼre not there. Weʼve already had our agents in the area confirm that—”
+
+“I just… just humor me, Vince. Iʼll leave Felix in charge, he can handle things here while weʼre
+
+away. I wonʼt be gone more than two weeks.”
+
+Aaron could hear Ariansʼ discontentedness across a continent. “Fine. But you stay with me and
+
+my detachment, and you donʼt get too close to whatever is happening in La Paz.”
+
+Aaron agreed, and then hung up the phone.
+
+That night, Aaron Siegel dreamed many dreams.
+
+— - —
+
+He is standing next to Frederick Williams as they opened the doors to a building labeled “Site-
+17” on its door. He can see Arians beside him, beaming.
+
+He receives a report of and categorizes a strange statue discovered in an ancient South
+American ruin. He is there when the truck containing it rolls past the gate. He can faintly see
+
+red and green paint.
+
+He speaks to Sophia Light, who has taken to calling herself Sophia Nazarene, at a seminar
+hosted by Williams. She exudes confidence, and when she touches him on the arm he feels his
+
+hair standing up. That night, they fuck like animals. He asks about the scars on her wrists and
+the one on her side. She doesnʼt answer.
+
+He is standing with Frederick Williams and the rest of the Omega-5 research team. They pass
+
+around a glass of water, each taking a drink. Arians laughs. Aaron says, I bet you could live
+forever if you drank this stuff everyday. He notices Sophia stuffing a vial of the water into a
+
+bag. The next morning he wakes up without aches for the first time in a decade.
+
+He is standing in a dark room. Twenty paces away he can see the stark, affixed face of
+Frederick Williams, illuminated by a thin, glowing, purple line in front of him. He is pulling on it
+
+with one finger. Every time he touches the line, the moon in the sky outside the window
+vanishes in a wink. Aaron Siegel calls to him, but he doesnʼt look away. His eyes are black.
+
+He is bleeding. He staggers against the wall, his hand clutching his side. He looks behind him
+
+and sees a man laying dead on the ground, his hand clasped around a bloodied, shattered
+golden sword. In the distance, a phone is ringing. He descends down an elevator. It feels like it
+
+goes on forever. A phone is ringing.
+
+NOW
+
+— - —
+
+A gentle drizzle created an ambiance of soft pits and pats on the roof of the estate. The long,
+
+empty halls echoed the sound like constant, quiet thunder. One wing of the manor, long since
+burned and fallen into disarray, was naked to the elements, its furnishings ruined by looters or
+
+exposure. Standing in the doorway was a woman with lightly tanned skin and black hair that
+ran down behind her. She stared out across the wreckage, unmoving.
+
+Her hand lingered for a moment over a picture frame, shattered on a long scorched end table.
+
+The glass had bubbled and cracked and the frame was blackened with soot, but the smiling
+faces of the imageʼs subjects still beamed through. She brushed away the ashes and picked
+
+away the errant pieces of glass, and pulled the photo out. Her tears mixed with the rain that
+soaked her skin.
+
+“I know youʼre there,” she said quietly, to nobody in particular. “You can come out now.”
+
+Calvin emerged slowly from the shadows behind her, and Anthony from another corner. She
+didnʼt turn to see them.
+
+“Iʼm probably not who youʼre looking for, huh?” she said, wiping her cheek with the back of her
+
+sleeve.
+
+“No, youʼre not,” Calvin said.
+
+She nodded. “Whoever held my,” she gestured up and down on herself, “position, before it was
+given to me, ran afoul of the consensus.” She turned towards him, the picture in her hand
+
+clutched to her chest. “So I became the Ninth Overseer.”
+
+“Who are you?” Anthony said.
+
+She smiled. “At one point, my name was Donna Taylor. I was a-” she sniffled, “-sorry, I was a
+geologist. I took over for, uh… well, I donʼt know who, to be honest. But needless to say the
+
+Foundation offered me something I needed very much at the time, and I didnʼt know better.”
+She looked down at the picture. “Quite the coincidence, donʼt you think?”
+
+They didnʼt respond.
+
+She continued. “I didnʼt seem to notice. I was glad to be employed, and the things they told
+me… work beyond my wildest dreams. I didnʼt realize… it doesnʼt matter. Iʼm sorry, Iʼve been
+
+thinking about this a lot these past few weeks. I knew my day would come here before too
+long.”
+
+“You know why Iʼm here.” Calvin said. It wasnʼt a question.
+
+She nodded again, wiping more tears from her eyes. “Yes, I… I do. I understand, I think. I donʼt
+
+agree with you, you know, but I think I would see it different from your point of view.” She
+panned her eyes around behind him. “I thought there would be more of you.”
+
+“Theyʼre following a lead,” Anthony said, slowly drawing his sidearm. “Looking for the Eighth.”
+
+She winced slightly. “They arenʼt going to have much trouble.”
+
+He nodded.
+
+She looked at the gun in his hand. “You donʼt have to do that. I donʼt- I donʼt want it to go that
+
+way.” She reached into her pocket and with a flick of her wrist produced a switchblade. She
+held it out in front of her, her eyes fixed on the bladeʼs edge.
+
+��You know, at one point I used to think that serving a higher cause would immortalize you,” she
+said. “I thought that- that maybe a life given in service to something greater than yourself
+
+would make your death somehow more meaningful.” She laughed, tears freely streaming down
+
+her face. “It doesnʼt really matter where you end up, though. Any death can be meaningless.
+Any life can be wasted.”
+
+Suddenly she locked eyes with Calvin, and he felt an intensity surge through his body like
+
+nothing heʼd ever felt before. The gun in his hand trembled, and the hairs on the back of his
+arms stood up. In his mindʼs eye, he saw the manor around him restored, its halls filled with
+
+magnificence and its rooms full of laughter. He saw a father and his daughters fishing at the
+lake behind the house, and two boys wrestling over a toy nearby. He saw Christmases, and
+
+happy faces, and long night hours of studying over immense textbooks. He saw Donna Taylor
+and her loving parents, beaming towards a photographer after earning her doctorate. Then he
+
+saw fire, and heard screaming, and then he saw her standing in front of him again.
+
+She was older now, he noticed. Her posture was slanted and her hair was thinner. With every
+breath she drew he could see the years weighing on her. But her eyes scorched the air around
+
+them with their intensity, and he could see the last desperate clarion call of a life unlived. He
+felt anger and hate building inside of him, so much that he might suffocate in it- his entirety
+
+overcome by unbridled emotion. He gasped and stumbled as his vision grew blurry, as the pain
+in his chest split his skin and collapsed his veins. His heart groaned against the strain until it too
+
+caught fire and burst, and he was enveloped in flames.
+
+And then she was standing in front of him again, her eyes dark. Calvin looked himself over,
+trembling in relief that he was unharmed. Anthony was grimacing from across the room. When
+
+Calvin looked up, he saw that the Overseer had collapsed into a burnt chair, and long streams
+of red were cascading down her wrists. She smiled weakly, her breath ragged and airy.
+
+He holstered his gun and walked slowly towards her, careful to avoid the blood-stained knife
+
+on the ground. As he approached, she raised one pale arm towards him, and handed him the
+picture in her hand. He took it, and she relaxed.
+
+“Why?” Calvin asked.
+
+She shrugged. “It doesnʼt matter.” She coughed, and blood pulsed out of her veins. Her eyes,
+
+hazy now and struggling to focus, caught his. “Are you afraid of death?”
+
+He paused. “No.”
+
+She grinned at him, her eyes closing as her consciousness began to drift away. She put one
+
+hand on his face, droplets of blood smearing across his cheek.
+
+“Youʼre lying,” she said. And then she died.
+
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+— - —
+
+In the stillness of the tiny apartment, Vincent Arians sipped his drink. A half-finished bottle and
+
+a loaded pistol sat on the countertop nearby. Thin bands of twilight peeked in through the slits
+
+of the blinds, illuminating the prone form of Aaron Siegel on the ground in front of him.
+
+Arians sat the glass aside and took a long drag on a cigarette, his eyes squinting against the
+
+luminescence. A moment later, Aaron stirred. He pushed himself up onto his elbows, one hand
+wiping sleep and saliva out of his beard. His face, puffy and red, turned to face Arians.
+
+“What happened?” he croaked. “Where are we?” He looked down at his hands. They were still
+
+trembling. “Did it work?”
+
+Arians took another drag of the cigarette. Smoke flowed slowly out of his nostrils, catching the
+light in front of him. He was barely visible behind the haze. “Heʼs dead.” Ariansʼ eyes focused
+
+on some point in the distance. “It worked.”
+
+For a long moment, Aaron did not move. Then — suddenly — he slammed his fist into the
+ground.
+
+“Yes,” he hissed through his clenched jaw. “Yes.”
+
+Ariansʼ expression was distant. “We almost died, you know.” He dribbled ash on the carpet to
+
+his right. “Some of us didnʼt make it.”
+
+Aaron staggered upright, then fell down with his back against the wall. He held out his hand;
+
+Arians passed him the cigarette.
+
+“How many?” Aaron asked.
+
+“You and I. Felix. Conrad. Ingrid.” Arians counted on his fingers. “Five total. Felix has already
+
+reached out to researchers at other sites. Some of them are reaching out to us. Everyone is
+scared shitless.” He took another drink. “Thought you might be dead.”
+
+Aaron rubbed his temples. “I donʼt remember much.” He looked over at Arians. “You look
+
+younger.”
+
+“Yeah. We all do. That water will do that.” He finished his glass. “Weʼve got a lot of work to do,
+Aaron. But before we start, you need to tell me why you did it.”
+
+Aaron shook his head. “It doesnʼt matter now. Itʼs done.”
+
+“Fuck you. It does matter.” Something had changed; there was a distance between them. “We
+did things —  did things — that will haunt me till the day I die. But we did them anyway,
+because we were saving the world. You had the chance to destroy Abaddon. And you didnʼt.”
+
+His voice grew hard and cold. “You told me to run the moment you activated them, the
+Children. You told me not to ask why. So thatʼs what I did. I trusted you, because youʼve never
+given me a reason not to. But now? Iʼve got several. You need to tell me why you killed
+Frederick Williams.”
+
+They were silent for a good, long while. Aaron worked on finishing the cigarette; Arians poured
+
+himself another drink. As he leaned back against the wall, Aaron could see faint, pinkish
+
+swelling around Ariansʼ eyes.
+
+“There was no Abaddon,” Aaron finally said. “There never was. It was bait.”
+
+Arians drew in a ragged breath. “How do you know?”
+
+“Because he told me, Vince.”
+
+“What?”
+
+“And when I didnʼt believe him,” Aaron continued, “he showed me.” He let the silence speak for
+him; when he grew tired of what it had to say, he went on. “It was just before the Congo site. I
+
+was there, with him.” Aaron exhaled. Wisps of smoke swirled from his nostrils, climbing toward
+
+the ceiling.
+
+Arians said nothing. Aaron examined the cigarette. “I donʼt know what the hell he is. He was
+
+probably human, once. Maybe. But not anymore. He can do things — impossible things. When
+
+the site fell…” He closed his eyes. “I watched him level an entire facility, Vincent. One man.
+Thatʼs all it took. Thatʼs all Abaddon was.”
+
+“Why would he—”
+
+Aaronʼs eyes opened. “I think he saw in me a kindred spirit.” Then, softer: “I watched him press
+
+through concrete and rebar as if they were soft, wet paste. I watched a man exhale his own
+skeleton as a thick, yellow fog. I watched a womanʼs blood solidify into crystal — as sharp as
+
+diamond and as brittle as chalk. He let me watch, because he knew no one would believe me.
+He let me watch, because… I think he wanted to see what I would do.”
+
+Arians struggled to speak; his voice caught in his throat. “So you destroyed him.”
+
+Aaron was very still. “Yes. I knew I didnʼt have the kind of power I needed to kill him, and…” He
+stopped and stood up, searching for another bottle. When he found one, he didnʼt look at the
+
+label. He poured himself another drink.
+
+“Maybe he wanted to see if I could — if I would. Maybe he just wanted to see that power
+himself. In some of his correspondence, early on, he would describe anomalies as ‘gloriousʼ.
+
+He talked about them like you might talk about a sunrise. I think… I donʼt know. I donʼt think it
+was ever enough for him. I donʼt think anything was.” Aaron finished his glass in a single pull.
+
+“Heʼs the cancer, Vince. It wasnʼt Abaddon. It was the Administrator. He had to be destroyed.
+The whole thing had to be destroyed. It was rotten down to its core.” He lifted the bottle to pour
+himself another drink.
+
+Ariansʼ breathing was heavy and shaking. It took him a moment to speak again — and when he
+
+did, he trembled with a barely-suppressed sob.
+
+“If you knew… this whole time — we couldʼve stopped, Aaron. We couldʼve — we couldʼve
+spared them, we couldʼve—”
+
+Aaron brought the bottle down hard. “No, Vince. We needed the Children. If we didnʼt have
+
+them, I wouldnʼt have been able to—”
+
+Ariansʼ voice swelled with fury. “We sliced them open and cut into their fucking brains!”
+
+Aaron grimaced. Arians reached for the counter, steadying himself. “I — I strapped children
+
+down to fucking operating tables, Aaron. I strapped them down and I helped you carve out
+
+every last inch of who they were. They screamed and screamed, and we kept carving. And
+then the screams got softer, and softer, until they were just tiny, broken sounds, little wet sobs
+
+you had to strain to hear, and then, one day they didnʼt make any sound at all, and…”
+
+Ariansʼ voice fell into shaky, wheezing breaths. He closed his eyes and counted to ten.
+
+“You said Dr. Williams just wanted to see if it could be done. But what about you?” He opened
+
+his eyes. “Why didnʼt you stop it?”
+
+“I told you. We needed it to kill—”
+
+“I donʼt believe you.”
+
+Neither spoke.
+
+Arians pushed himself away from the counter. “Once the Foundation collapses, weʼll have a lot
+
+of work to do.” His voice was treacherously calm; like a razor-thin layer of ice spread across
+
+the surface of dark water.
+
+“Felix is assembling the researchers and finding us a space to operate from. They all think the
+
+Administrator aligned himself with Abaddon. They think youʼre some sort of hero. They expect
+you to lead. And thatʼs precisely what youʼre going to do.”
+
+“Vince.” Aaron turned to him, his eyes glassy and wide — as if viewing something from a
+distance. “You saw it too, didnʼt you? The moment that it happened — that it destroyed him.
+
+That moment, you saw it. Didnʼt you?”
+
+“Yeah. I saw it.”
+
+“Wasnʼt it…” Aaron searched for the right word. “Wasnʼt it…”
+
+“It was nothing,” Arians replied. “Just another body beneath the foundation.”
+
+NOW
+
+— - —
+
+Adam spat, wiping cobwebs from his face. “You know that I hate bugs, right?”
+
+Calvin laughed. “I canʼt imagine theyʼre thrilled with you, either.”
+
+The thick morning fog seeped out between the trees. It gave the forest a dull, amber-gold
+luster. A chittering chorus of insects surrounded them both, as if to berate them for their
+
+intrusion. Dead leaves crackled beneath them with each step into the woods.
+
+Adam kept mopping away at his mouth. “And magic. If I were writing a list of things Iʼd hate,
+thatʼs what the list would be. ‘Bugs and magicʼ. So you bring me along on the one mission that
+
+has both.” He paused to spit out another bit of webbing. “Why me? Why not Anthony, or Olivia?
+This seems like their kind of deal.”
+
+“Oliviaʼs busy dealing with the Liar.” Calvin retrieved the journal from his pocket. He opened it
+
+and flipped through several pages. “As for Anthony, heʼs getting intel on the Outsider.”
+
+“Okay. Fine. But this lady — sheʼs basically some sort of wizard, right? How are we going to
+deal with that? Youʼve got some sort of plan, yeah?”
+
+“Iʼve got several.” Calvin turned the page, reading as they walked.
+
+“Well, what are they?”
+
+“Most of them consist of shooting her in the face.”
+
+“Thatʼs…” Adam scowled. “Thatʼs not a plan.”
+
+“Itʼs worked out pretty well so far.” Calvin looked up from the journal, casting a glance back to
+
+Adam. “And if things get heated, Iʼve got… something. A weapon.”
+
+“What is it?”
+
+“Canʼt tell you.”
+
+“Seriously? Cʼmon, thatʼs—”
+
+“No,” Calvin cut him off. “I mean I literally canʼt tell you.” He closed the journal and stopped
+
+walking. “Weʼre here.”
+
+Adamʼs scowl only deepened. He looked around the clearing. “I donʼt see anything. How can
+you even tell?”
+
+“Listen.”
+
+Adam stopped. He listened.
+
+Silence.
+
+“You know how the Foundation contains some pretty intense anomalies, right? Things that, if
+left unchecked, could end the world?”
+
+“Yeah.” Adam leaned back against a tree, scanning the clearing. The quiet — the sense of
+
+stillness — it was overpowering. Breaking it almost felt vulgar. “Right.”
+
+“And you know how the Foundation has existed for, oh, I donʼt know — maybe only around a
+
+century or two?” Calvin squeezed the journal into his pocket.
+
+Adam nodded. “Right.”
+
+“Then hereʼs your history quiz: If the Foundation contains so many world-ending anomalies,
+and the Foundation has only existed for a century, who was containing those anomalies before
+
+them?”
+
+Adam tried hard not to roll his eyes. “No one. Anomalies didnʼt exist before the Foundation. The
+Overseers created them to gain immortality. Cʼmon, seriously? This is kidʼs stuff.”
+
+“But thatʼs not quite it. Because there are anomalies that predate the Foundation. And besides,
+
+how do you ‘createʼ anomalies if they never existed in the first place?”
+
+Adam folded his arms across his chest and wrinkled his brow in thought.
+
+“All thatʼs really happened,” Calvin continued, walking toward one edge of the clearing, “is that
+
+the number of anomalies has started to increase substantially. The Foundation didnʼt create the
+
+problem — they just made the problem much, much worse.”
+
+“How?”
+
+Calvin reached his destination. Two young saplings stood, side-by-side. He closed his eyes,
+
+took a breath, and extended his arm out between them.
+
+His hand vanished up to the wrist.
+
+Adamʼs eyes went as wide as saucers. Calvin pulled his arm back; his hand reappeared,
+
+unscathed. He turned around and held it out for Adam to see, wriggling his fingers. “They
+tugged on threads not meant to be tugged. They tried to use them — even harness them.”
+
+“What the hell is—”
+
+“A Way. A tunnel between worlds; a piece of frayed, unraveled thread.” Calvin faced the
+saplings, extending his arm again. “In order to pass through this one, you need to have the right
+
+Knock.”
+
+Adam walked toward Calvin, staring at the space where the older manʼs arm terminated. “A —
+what?”
+
+“Something that opens the Way. Sometimes itʼs just the time of day, or something youʼre
+
+carrying; other times itʼs a ritual, or a word, or a thought. In this case, itʼs a piece of knowledge.
+Something important to you.” Calvin looked back to Adam. “Youʼll forget whatever it is when
+
+you press through.”
+
+“Uh…”
+
+“Think of some tiny piece of information you like knowing, but donʼt have to know. Then step
+between the saplings. Also, just to warn you upfront — itʼs a pretty intense ride.” Calvin turned
+
+and stepped forward. He vanished.
+
+Adam stared at the space where Calvin had been for a good, long while. Then, he exhaled,
+closed his eyes, and stepped forward. Did he really need to know what THAC0 stood for?
+
+It hit him all at once: Space and matter became as stretchable as taffy. The woods pulled away;
+
+air rushed to greet him. It was like he was accelerating through a tunnel at breakneck speed —
+a tunnel made of light and sound, extending out forever.
+
+The world roared around him. He tried to talk, tried to yell, tried to scream — but every sound
+he made was torn from his lips and sent spinning back behind him into the void. Cold, distant
+
+stars watched from above and below.
+
+And then — as if the universe was a rubber-band that had been released — everything
+snapped back into place.
+
+Adam lunged forward, landing on his hands and chest.
+
+“You alright? I told you, itʼs pretty intense.” Calvin reached down to help Adam to his feet.
+
+They were inside, now. The air was unusually cool; the floor was smooth, flat, and orange. As
+
+Adam stood up, he searched the space around them.
+
+“This is…” Adam struggled to find the right words.
+
+They were inside a massive office space, illuminated by dozens of long, narrow fluorescent
+
+bulbs. Dozens of refrigerator-sized mainframes hummed quietly along the roomʼs walls. Adam
+didnʼt recognize the models, but if he had to wager a guess, heʼd place them as something
+
+from the mid-80s. The sort that used record-sized magnetic plates for hard disks.
+
+Several desks with large, bulky monochrome monitors were arranged around them. Adam even
+
+saw what looked like an old microfiche machine — the last time heʼd seen one of those had
+been in his dadʼs attic.
+
+“—not what I was expecting.”
+
+Halls extended from all four sides of the room, leading into additional rooms — at a glance, they
+appeared similarly equipped. The hallways kept going, extending as far as they could see — or
+
+until a piece of equipment obscured their view.
+
+“Hello?” Calvin started down one of the halls, but didnʼt leave the entry-room. “Anyone home?”
+No reply — just the hum of countless mainframes. “There should be someone here.”
+
+“This place is, uh… what is this place?” Adam approached one of the mainframes, inspecting it.
+
+Each machine had a sleek logo — the image of snake with brilliant emerald eyes and a silver
+crown. “These machines look older than me.”
+
+“They probably are.” Calvin frowned, glancing back to Adam. “This is part of the Library. The
+
+Foundation uses it to archive all the works of the worlds that came before. Art, literature, music
+— written works, printed works — any kind of information.”
+
+“On microfilm.” Adam did not sound impressed. “Wait, ‘came beforeʼ?”
+
+“Yes. We need to find a Librarian. This place is effectively infinite; get lost here and youʼll
+
+starve before you find another soul.”
+
+“A Librarian?” Adam was examining one of the computers more closely, now. “Hey, this oneʼs
+
+not running.”
+
+“Yeah, a Librarian. Theyʼre part of the Library, they know where everything —” Calvin stopped,
+turning to face Adam. “Wait, what?”
+
+“This computer. Itʼs not running.” Adam had already pulled out an unfolding tool-kit, and was
+
+working on unscrewing the front panel. “Itʼs plugged in, switch is on, but itʼs not making any
+noise.”
+
+Calvin approached. “Donʼt mess with it.”
+
+“Why not? Hell, why not just destroy them?” Adam replied. By the time Calvin reached him, he
+
+had already gotten the fourth screw out, and was lifting the panel up.
+
+“That would be very bad, Adam. They donʼt just use these to archive lost worlds — they use
+them as backups for information on the anomalies theyʼre containing. If they lost these
+
+mainframes, they could lose critical information they need to keep anomalies—”
+
+The panel slid free. The interior was nearly empty; the wires had been stripped away, leaving
+only the hard diskʼs magnetic plate. A dense, winding script of sigils were carved along its
+
+surface. As they watched, the plate slowly rotated — despite having no discernible power
+source.
+
+“The fuck is that?” Adam asked.
+
+Calvin grasped Adam by the shoulder and pulled him back. “Donʼt touch it,” he hissed.
+
+“What is it?”
+
+“It is of Daevite origin.” The voice came from behind them. They spun around — Calvinʼs hand
+went for the pistol at his hip, while Adam gripped his screw-driver like a knife.
+
+The creature stood over them both; narrow and slender, it wore a robe of shimmering silver. Its
+
+hood was pulled across its face, cloaking its features. Still, Adam could make out a hint of its
+skin — pale, with a slight emerald tint. It had a rough, scaly texture.
+
+Calvin kept the pistol leveled at its chest for just a moment; then, he slowly lowered it. “A
+
+Librarian.”
+
+Adam lowered the screwdriver. “Weʼre looking for the Archivist.”
+
+“She is here no longer,” the Librarian informed them.
+
+“Where is she?” Calvin frowned. “And what the hell is Daevite technology doing inside a
+
+Foundation server?”
+
+“Also, the hell is a Daevite?” Adam added.
+
+“She has broken her pact with the Serpent, and partaken of forbidden knowledge. She has
+written herself into a story to which she does not belong. As for where she is now- if you seek
+
+her,” the Librarian told them, “I will take you to her — down below.”
+
+Then they descended. Long staircases led to long planes of endless rows of books, art
+
+galleries full of strange and terrible works, narrow hallways throughout which tinkling music
+could be heard. Every door they passed was another universe worth of knowledge, and still
+
+further they descended. Adam knew that time was passing strangely here; he could not say
+how long they traveled or how long they had been in this place. When he thought to look up, he
+
+realized he could no longer see the top of the Library, and yet still further they descended.
+
+After a lifetime, the stairs ended. Their feet struck stone again, and the steps behind them
+disappeared into shadow. The dark was intense here; even the Librarianʼs torch seemed
+
+dimmer and cast less light. They walked for a while in this dark place, through a massive
+cavern lined with titanic stone columns that extended up into the black above them.
+
+“This is the foundation of the Library,” they heard the Librarian say, the first words they had
+
+heard in decades. “These pillars were forged by the Serpent itself in the eternity before time.
+All knowledge rests upon them.”
+
+Adam coughed. “A snake built this?”
+
+The Librarian looked at him queerly. “The Serpent is called the Serpent in your world, because
+
+that is how it manifests outside of these halls. In here, and in the Dark Endlessness below here,
+the Serpent takes many shapes.”
+
+“Dark Endlessness? Whatʼs that?”
+
+“You call the Serpent what you call it because that is how you perceive it, but that is not what it
+
+is. The Serpent is the avatar of one of the universal facets of reality: information. The idea that
+ideas can exist at all, or that all things have inherent truths about them.” It paused. “Below here
+
+is the emptiness outside of life and death, nothingness. The Serpentʼs silent brother is the lord
+of that quiet oblivion. Anything that ventures there ceases to exist at all.”
+
+The Librarian stopped and turned to face them. “This foundation is a barrier between that
+
+which is, and that which isnʼt. Beyond these doors,” it extended a hand, and in front of them
+they could make out two massive bronze doors through the darkness, “is the source of all
+
+knowledge, the center of the foundation on which the Serpent built the library. Within this
+chamber are three tomes that mustn't be disturbed. They are fundamental to our universe, and
+
+indeed, all universes. Youʼll recognize them when they see them.”
+
+Calvin nodded. "Before we go in, I'd like to make a withdrawal."
+
+The Librarian nodded slowly, and pulled back its robe. From within it produced a short metal
+
+tube inscribed across its entire surface with runes. “When you brought this to us all those years
+
+ago, we were not certain you would ever return to claim it. But you are much different now than
+you were then, I think." The Librarian looked the cylinder over carefully. "There are very few
+
+things that exist that our Library has no knowledge of. The contents of this container are one
+such anomaly. I hope it brings you good fortune.”
+
+Adam took the tube and held it in his hands. When he looked up to speak, the Librarian was
+
+gone. The torch still hung in the air where she had been. The doors stood before them.
+
+“Well,” Calvin said, pulling out his sidearm and checking the magazine, “letʼs go.”
+
+They pushed the doors open and stepped inside. As they passed through the threshold, Adam
+
+felt the same nauseating rush as he did when they had first stepped into the Way. After a
+moment it passed, and he opened his eyes.
+
+They stood at the top of a rolling hill covered in green grass. Above them was a blue sky dotted
+
+with white clouds. Below them was a valley, and in the center of the valley were two trees.
+Under one of them was a woman sitting cross legged in a simple white dress. At her feet sat
+
+two books. A third was in her hand, and she read it as she quietly chewed on a red piece of
+fruit.
+
+The woman didnʼt acknowledge them as they entered. She had brown hair and wore glasses.
+
+Adam guessed she was in her thirties. As they got closer he could see flecks of grey at her
+roots. The book in her hand was bound in leather with gold trim, and looked ancient. Something
+
+was written in small gold type on the front, but neither Adam nor Calvin could make it out. As
+they approached, Calvin spoke to her.
+
+“Youʼre the Archivist?” he said.
+
+The woman nodded.
+
+Calvin nodded in response. He pulled his firearm and leveled it point-blank at her forehead, and
+
+fired three shots. The Archivist didnʼt so much as flinch. After the noise had echoed out of the
+space around them, she raised her eyes slowly to look at him. Her face was clear of bullet
+
+holes.
+
+“Do you read, Calvin?” she said.
+
+Calvin pulled the magazine out of the gun and flipped it into his pocket, pulling another from a
+clip on his belt. “No,” he replied, “canʼt say Iʼve had much time for reading recently.” He cocked
+
+the gun and pointed at her again. “So what is this, some sort of incorporeal thing? Do I need
+sacred bullets to do the job, maybe something in silver?” He popped off three more shots. The
+
+Archivist didnʼt look away from him.
+
+“I read,” she said, closing the book in her hand and setting it on the ground next to a half-eaten
+piece of fruit. “In fact, I read very often. Iʼm a writer, you see, and the only way for a writer to
+
+perfect their craft is to write, and to read.”
+
+She leaned her head back against the tree and was looking him square in the face now. “Do
+you know how much you can learn from reading? I do. Itʼs a lot. In fact, you can learn so much
+
+from reading thereʼs almost no reason to do anything else. You can live a billion lifetimes just in
+books. You can learn everything there is to learn, just in books. For example, did you know
+
+thereʼs a book in this library written to teach the reader how to allow bullets to pass through
+
+their body as if theyʼre not even there? I know. I read that book. I read all the books.”
+
+She closed her eyes and began tapping her fingers against the top of the thick book next to
+
+her. “When I heard you killed poor Felix, Iʼll admit, I was afraid. The concept of death is so
+foreign to us now, and itʼs been such a long time since Iʼve had to worry about it. My task
+
+becomes considerably more difficult when faced with the prospect of mortality. Iʼm a writer,
+
+you see, and I have to document everything that happens within the Foundation, and on Earth. I
+canʼt do either of those things if Iʼm dead.”
+
+“I came down here because I thought I might learn the secret of immortality in one of these
+books. As it turns out, I didnʼt need the books, not at first. Have you felt how time is different
+
+here? Itʼs a gift from the Serpent; you have all the time you need to learn what you need to learn
+
+while youʼre in the Library.”
+
+She smiled. “Iʼve been here for some time.”
+
+Calvin sighed. “So youʼre going to keep reading until you figure out how to become immortal?”
+
+Her eyes popped open. “Oh no, certainly not. Iʼve already figured that out. In fact, Iʼve already
+
+done it.”
+
+She motioned to the trees behind her. “These trees are special. This one here, this is the Tree
+of Knowledge of Good and Evil. That one, thatʼs the Tree of Life. The Tree of Knowledge grants
+
+knowledge, and the Tree of Life grants life. But the Serpent is wily. The Serpent made these
+trees, and cursed them. You can only eat from one if youʼve already eaten from the other. That
+
+produces a paradox then, doesnʼt it? How do you eat from one if you canʼt eat from it until
+youʼve eaten from the other, which requires you to have eaten from the first?”
+
+She uncrossed her legs and stood up. “Iʼve been down here for a very long time. I knew there
+
+would be an answer here somewhere, some secret that I had missed. By the time I realized
+there was no secret, I had read every book in this Library. Every piece of knowledge contained
+
+here is contained within me.”
+
+She gestured lazily at the Tree of Knowledge. “I had wondered once about why this tree
+doesnʼt bear fruit. Itʼs because the Library is the fruit. I had already consumed it.”
+
+She cracked her neck and rolled her shoulders. “I knew the Serpent would come down here
+
+eventually. The Serpent knew that the only pieces of the fruit I hadnʼt consumed yet were these
+three: The Book of Life and Death, The Book of Things That Have Been, and The Book of
+
+Things That Will Be. I imagine it would have very much liked for me to not read these.” Her
+back arched and they could hear something snap along her spine. “It doesnʼt matter now. The
+
+Serpent is the keeper of the Library. The Serpent knows of all things within the Library. I know
+of all things within the Library. I am the Serpent.”
+
+They watched in horror as the Archivistʼs skin began to split, starting at the base of her spine
+
+and creeping up her back. Her eyes bulged in their sockets and blood began to seep out of her
+like water from a sponge. Her mouth opened as if to scream, but instead a long, forked tongue
+
+appeared, and then the base of a fanged mouth. With a wet, thick tear, her entire body came
+apart down the center and a massive, writhing serpent appeared from within. Itʼs eyes were
+
+black slits, and across the ridge of its emerald back were gemstones that dazzled in the
+ethereal light of the meadow. Floating above its head was a pointed silver crown emblazoned
+
+with a dark ouroboros.
+
+The Serpent coiled around to face them, the edges of its mouth turned up ever so slightly in a
+horrific grin. It blinked, and when it did they could see the Archivistʼs jade eyes again for a
+
+moment.
+
+“There is one thing that nags at me,” it said, lifting itself up to its full immense height, “is the
+contents of that tube you are holding, Adam Ivanov. What a queer thing, to be unknown to That
+
+Which Gave Birth To Knowledge. Iʼll have to find out myself.”
+
+The Serpentʼs mouth opened wide, its fangs glistening, and it lunged at Adam. The young man
+had only a moment to duck out of the way as the Serpent turned and came after him again,
+
+narrowly missing his feet as he rolled out of the way. Adam heard the familiar pop of gunshots,
+and look to see Calvin firing at the back of the Serpentʼs head. The snake turned, its eyes dark
+
+again, and brought its tail down, nearly crushing Calvin in the process.
+
+“I think the time has passed for shooting her in the face!” Adam shouted as Calvin reloaded.
+Adam scrambled back towards his feet and produced his own firearm, emptying several
+
+fruitless rounds into the monsterʼs side. As he did, he noticed the tranquil valley around them
+beginning to come apart. Large fissures were forming in the ground, splitting the land and in
+
+some places falling away completely. In the exposed holes, Adam could see only darkness that
+extended on forever below them. Above them, the sky began to lose its blue, becoming a
+
+solemn shade of grey. The only color in the world was the gemstones on the Serpentʼs back,
+and its dazzling silver crown.
+
+Calvin fired again, and then again. The Serpent lunged at him as he deftly stepped out of the
+
+way. He caught the edge of the crown, which pealed like a bell and made the air around them
+vibrate. As he paused to steady himself, the Serpentʼs tail came around and crashed into him,
+
+sending him sliding across the grey grass. Adam fired, and the bullets ricocheted off of the
+beastʼs back.
+
+The Serpent turned towards him, its tongue darting out between fangs as tall as he was. Adam
+
+stood stock still, his body frozen, and dropped his gun. The Serpent began to coil up before
+him, as if to strike, and he could feel the animalistic urges of his body begging him to run, to
+
+flee, to do anything to protect himself. But he did nothing.
+
+Then he heard Calvin shouting from his right.
+
+“Adam! The tube! Open the tube!”
+
+His shock was broken in an instant. With a swift tug and a hearty yank, Adam freed the cap of
+the canister, and opened it towards the ground. He felt a sudden weight on the tube as some
+
+long, thick, and heavy slid out from it.
+
+It was a dark, smooth wooden shaft, inlaid with markings and runes burned into the wood. Near
+its end was a thick metal band, and at its fore was a fierce and menacing spearhead. Eyeing it
+
+over quickly, Adam could see the words “-is the non-believer, against whom divinity holds no
+sway-” before he had to duck out of the way again as the Serpent came at him. He drug the
+
+spear behind him, and shouted panickedly to Calvin.
+
+“Hey, I donʼt know what this is, but I donʼt think itʼs going to help!” he said. “I canʼt even- fuck! I
+canʼt even lift it!”
+
+At a word, the canister he had deposited on the ground began to spin and shake. Several
+
+interlocking sections began to unfold, and more canister seemed to materialize from nowhere.
+As Adam scurried away from the striking Serpent, the canister behind him shaped and folded
+
+itself up into a large mechanical rack. Calvin noticed it first, and shouted to get Adamʼs
+attention.
+
+“There, look!” He gestured towards the rack as he reloaded his pistol. “Itʼs a harpoon! Put it on
+
+the harpoon gun!”
+
+Adamʼs incredulity nearly cost him his life, as the Serpent came at him sideways and knocked
+him onto the ground. The Serpent struck at him, its fangs finding only soil as Adam dragged the
+
+spear through the grass. He heard the crack of Calvinʼs weapon again and again, but kept his
+head down as he struggled to maneuver around the collapsing ground beneath him. Upon
+
+reaching the harpoon gun, itself a mess of gears, pulleys, and steel, he heaved the spear up on
+the rack and began to wind it backwards. With the spear in place and the gun loaded, he
+
+turned towards the Serpent and froze in panic.
+
+The Serpent had Calvin wrapped tightly in its tail, the older man dangling precariously over the
+rent ground beneath them. The Serpent hissed and smiled again at Adam, and shook Calvin
+
+slightly.
+
+“There, there,” the Serpent said, “letʼs not be so hasty. You didnʼt think I wouldnʼt see how this
+would play out, did you? Iʼve learned everything there is to learn, Adam. Iʼve seen things that
+
+would turn your heart to ice. Heard stories of horrors so terrible the very thought would kill you
+in an instant.” Its eyes focused slightly. “I will admit, whatever magic you have in this weapon
+
+was tricky. I wasnʼt able to see it before, but now that I do… well, you know it doesnʼt matter,
+right?”
+
+“I can kill you right now,” Adam snarled, aiming the spear at the Serpentʼs face, “it wouldnʼt take
+
+even a second.”
+
+“Even if you could,” the Serpent said, its voice like velvet and smoke, “and you canʼt, why
+would you want to? Do you even know what it is youʼre doing? Do you even know what youʼre
+
+trying to accomplish?”
+
+“Kill the Thirteen Foundation Overseers,” Adam said through gritted teeth, his finger shaking
+
+against the trigger.
+
+“Why?”
+
+“Youʼve twisted the universe to suit your craven desires,” Adam spat. “Youʼve made a mockery
+
+of the natural order. Your influence is a cancer.”
+
+The Serpent seemed to sigh. “Fanaticism. Even with all the knowledge in the world, Iʼll never
+understand you.” With a swift tug, it crushed Calvin and dropped him into the void.
+
+Adam stood unmoving, his hand clenched around the handle of the weapon. The Serpent
+
+began to move towards him.
+
+“You think youʼre the first person with dreams of destroying the wicked and terrible SCP
+Foundation? Be realistic, Adam. I have lived a thousand lives and dreamed a thousand more.
+
+Iʼve seen this world turned over time and time again, and dutifully recorded it all. Do you think
+thereʼs anything you could do that I cannot foresee? Do you think thereʼs anything that would
+
+stand between me and my duty?” It flicked its tail towards the harpoon gun. “Put that silly thing
+away. Iʼve eaten the fruit of the Tree of Life. I cannot die, not now that Iʼve-”
+
+- Click -
+
+With a rush, the spear roared through the air towards the Serpent, which had gotten close
+
+enough as to be unable to move out of the way in time. The spear buried itself in the Serpentʼs
+skull with a sickening crunch, and the monster recoiled and screamed. Smoke poured from the
+
+gaping wound on its head as it thrashed, and Adam had to fall to the ground to avoid being
+smashed as the Serpentʼs tail swung around and flattened the harpoon gun.
+
+The world around him began to vibrate, slowly at first and then building in intensity until the
+
+very air seemed to shake. The sky grew black and thick bands of light began to pour through
+cracks in it, and the ground below him undulated and churned and eventually fell away. The
+
+last thing Adam saw before he was plunged into darkness was the Serpent, silhouetted against
+the falling sky, with a shining silver spear protruding victoriously from its face like a serpentine
+
+unicorn.
+
+When Adam came to, he felt cool grass beneath his head. His neck ached, and his limbs
+thundered their disapproval of his trying to move them as he sat up. He rubbed against his
+
+temples, trying to focus - how long had he been falling? - but opened his eyes with a start
+
+when he heard hoarse coughing nearby. Laying a few paces from him was Calvin, covered in
+sweat and blood and looking profoundly shaken, but no worse for wear. As Adam approached
+
+him, Calvin turned to look at the young man and smiled.
+
+"Hey," he said, laughing through bloody teeth, "we didn't die."
+
+Adam laughed. Taking a moment to survey his surroundings, he found himself on the same
+
+grassy hillside from before, but the sky was once again blue and the grass was once again
+green. His eyes traced a path of blood up to one of the two trees on top of the hill, where a
+
+woman in a simple dress was skewered to one of them by a massive spear driven through her
+
+skull. Her face was unrecognizable, and her white dress was now stained with her own
+lifeblood.
+
+There was a figure standing over her. It was tall and lean, like the librarian but simpler
+
+somehow. It too wore a robe that covered its face and obscured its features, but this robe was
+a much more vibrant green. The figure was stooped slightly, and from where he stood Adam
+
+could see it wasn't looking at the woman impaled on the spear, but the spear itself.
+
+Adam helped Calvin to his feet, and together the two of them walked slowly and carefully up
+
+the hill towards the figure. As they approached, they became acutely aware of another figure,
+
+one they couldn't quite discern, standing behind the one in the green robes. Whatever that
+figure was hurt them to look at, and so save a few scant glances they avoided doing so. When
+
+they reached the top of the hill, the figure turned to look at them. They couldn't see its face, but
+something about it felt strangely familiar.
+
+"Ah, you're awake," the figure said, its voice soft and smooth. "I had feared the worst. This
+
+Library contains a great many truths, but little is said about crossing the plane between That
+Which Is and That Which Isn't. In fact, unless I'm mistaken this is the first time a person has
+
+ever crossed that barrier and come back. That is no mean feat at all."
+
+The figure in green gestured to the dark figure behind it. "Fortunately for you, the powers that
+be seem to have determined that it is not time for you to slip these bonds. Not yet, anyway." It
+
+tapped a long, gloved finger against its head. "Yes, very rare."
+
+Calvin coughed and found his voice. "Who are you?"
+
+The figure in green didn't seem to hear him. "This thing you have here, this is a queer thing." It
+
+reached down and laid a hand on the spear embedded into one of the trees. "There is
+something strange about it. The Library decided to hold it for you, but the Library didn't know
+
+what it was. That is very rare indeed."
+
+The figure paused for a moment. "Do you know what this is?"
+
+They shook their heads. The figure nodded. "This is called the Spear of the Non-Believer. It is
+an ancient weapon, older perhaps than even this Library. There are legends that say it was
+
+forged when the first thinking being decided to deny omnipotence. To stand alone against
+insurmountable might. It is very, very strange indeed." The figure made a noise that might have
+
+been laughter. "In fact, I can't even see it. How strange."
+
+The figure looked to Calvin. "How you acquired this - someone gave it to you, yes?"
+
+Calvin nodded.
+
+The figure stood back up to its full height. "Now that is peculiar."
+
+With a deft hand, the figure reached out and pulled the shaft free from the tree and, with its
+
+other, slid the broken corpse of the Overseer off the end. It held the spearhead up towards its
+face, studying it intensely. "Very, very strange. I feel as if this item doesn't care for me at all."
+
+The figure reached down and pulled the slim metal canister off the ground, and quickly slid the
+
+entire length of the spear into it, which disappeared entirely despite the disparity in length
+between the two. The figure turned and handed the canister to Adam, who reached out and
+
+took it.
+
+"You know," the figure said, turning now to look at the woman laying in a pool of blood at its
+
+feet, "I had known her for some time. When she first entered these halls, she was not so
+different than either of you. However, her intentions - pure though they may have been - were
+
+what led her to this point. Your convictions do truly make you remarkable beings, capable of
+endless wonders and horrors."
+
+It looked back at them one more time, and Calvin became aware that he was being watched. "I
+
+wonder where your convictions will lead you?"
+
+There was a blinding flash of light and a burst of heat, and a moment later they were standing
+
+in the forest again.
+
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+djkaktusdjkaktusTHEN
+
+— - —
+
+“This,” the man at the front of the room said, revealing a slide covered in many colored dots, “is
+
+the Universe. Everything that ever has been or- or will ever be that we can reach is on this
+slide. So far as we know, this is it; the entire sum of existence.”
+
+He turned off the projector, and for a moment the room was dark. When the light came back
+
+on, the image was a painting of the Earth, as if taken from above and far away.
+
+“This is us, obviously,” the man said, centering the slide. “Nearly every living thing that weʼre
+
+aware of has been born and died on this rock.” He paused for effect. “Not such bad real estate,
+
+really.”
+
+He adjusted the slide again as the audience attempted meager laughter.
+
+“And this… is an atom. Or at least, uh, a representation of one. Technology hasnʼt caught up yet
+
+to where we can see these little guys, but weʼve got a pretty good idea about what they might
+look like. Now, the atom is a- a building block, the very most basic particle in the Universe. Or
+
+rather, it might be. There may be particles even smaller than that, and smaller particles that
+compose those. Itʼs difficult to say where this ends, but at the bottom of this has to be
+
+something fundamental… right? Something that doesnʼt just comprise the other building blocks,
+
+but necessitates their being. Thatʼs what we were searching for.”
+
+The lights came back up, and the man turned around. His white jacket bore the name “Felix
+
+Carter Ph.D.” in blue lettering. His round glasses sat perched atop a red nose, and his grey hair
+was combed neatly to the side.
+
+“When we approached the uh, the International Academy of Existential Sciences, we came with
+a single goal; discover the reason why. We werenʼt asked to provide an explanation, o-or
+
+deduce why the uh, reason why; our task was to find the part of the universe that determines
+
+why we are what we are. Today, Iʼm happy to announce we have done this.”
+
+He extended his arm, and another man came into view. This man was tall, with cropped brown
+
+hair and a black jacket. He smiled and waved politely at the enthusiastic applause and stood
+
+with his hands clasped in front of him as he was introduced.
+
+“This is Dr. Frederick Williams, of the Royal Scientific Conservatory. It was with his assistance
+
+and financial backing that we uh, that we made this breakthrough discovery.”
+
+The two of them paused as the lights dimmed again, and the projector above produced an
+image. The image was faint, and full of static, but its focal point was clear: a single white line
+
+extending across the image, fading at both ends.
+
+“What youʼre looking at here is a thread,” Dr. Carter continued. “Weʼve only just started calling
+them that; we had no idea what they would look like when we started. We were able to get this
+
+thread to manifest itself using a series of high energy pulses directed at a tiny piece of
+Ozymandium film. This method was borrowed from Dr. Adam Bright and his team in the United
+
+States, who have been working on a similar project in the hopes of eliciting what theyʼre calling
+tachyons, the uh, the fundamental building block of time, as it were. We discovered that, by
+
+tuning our equipment just so, we were able to make something that shouldnʼt happen…
+happen.”
+
+The image changed. On the next slide, a nearby structure is seen being pulled dramatically
+
+towards the center of the thread. On the next, the thread is gone, and the building is crumpled
+and misshapen.
+
+“This was what we witnessed. By causing one of these threads to appear for just an instant,
+
+one of these elements of the foundation of the universe, and then manipulating it ever so
+slightly, we increased gravity in the region by nearly seven-thousand percent in an instant. I will
+
+say that again: we have manipulated the physical laws of the universe using a bright light and a
+rock.”
+
+The assembled audience applauded again. After a moment, Dr. Carter held up a hand for quiet.
+
+“The full manifest of our uh, our research will be available shortly, as soon as our sister
+
+projects have finished their studies. In three monthsʼ time, weʼll present our findings in full to
+this assembly, and… and take our first step towards a more knowledgeable future!”
+
+— - —
+
+In the lobby of the auditorium afterwards, Dr. Williams stood speaking to a group of researchers
+
+alongside Dr. Carter and his team. Two men approached him, and one of them stuck out his
+hand.
+
+“Dr. Williams,” the man said, “absolutely a pleasure to meet you. Vincent Arians, Oxford. Iʼve
+
+been fascinated with your work, truly.”
+
+The taller man smiled. “Mr. Arians, of course. Always nice to meet a fellow alumni.” He looked
+
+towards the second of the two. “And your friend?”
+
+“Aaron Siegel,” the man said, following Ariansʼ handshake with one of his own. “Cornell.”
+
+Dr. Williamsʼ eyes grew slightly wider. “The renowned physicist. I dare say I half expected you
+to make this discovery before we did, Dr. Siegel.”
+
+Aaron smiled. “Unfortunately, our work as of late has taken a different turn. If we were going to
+
+solve atomics, we should have done what you did and figured out the geometry first. Your
+results have been very impressive.”
+
+Dr. Williamsʼ eyes were pensive. “Yes, Dr. Carter has done some exceptional work. Itʼs a shame
+
+heʼs going to be discredited, he really has put so much into this project.”
+
+Arians did a double take. “Wait, he- what?”
+
+Before either of them could say anything else they were approached by a dark-eyed woman,
+
+slight, with short black hair and a blue dress with long black gloves. She came up behind Dr.
+Williams and put a hand on his shoulder and whispered in his ears. He nodded.
+
+“Gentlemen, Iʼm afraid I am being called away.” He stopped mid turn. “Oh, please, forgive me.
+
+Mr. Arians, Dr. Siegel, this is Dr. Sophia Light. Sheʼs been working closely with Dr. Carter and
+the rest of our team here in London.”
+
+The woman smiled softly and nodded. “Charmed, Iʼm sure.”
+
+Aaron nodded back while Arians continued to process what he had just heard. Williams fiddled
+
+with his pocket for a moment, and then produced a white card with a three-arrowed emblem on
+it.
+
+“This is my card, Dr. Siegel,” he said. “Have your office call this number here while youʼre still in
+
+the city and weʼll arrange a proper meeting. Mr. Arians, you are certainly welcome to join as
+well. Our organization is on the very precipice of some truly inspiring work, and weʼre looking
+
+for the brightest minds to lead us.” He shrugged. “Something to think about. Until later,
+gentlemen.”
+
+Dr. Williams donned his cap and coat, and followed Dr. Light out of the parlor.
+
+NOW
+
+— - —
+
+“Once upon a time, a man awoke to find he had no memory of who he was or how he had
+
+gotten here.”
+
+Olivia snuck out to the studioʼs balcony and plucked the pale, slim cigarette out from behind her
+ear. She was fishing in her pocket for a lighter when she heard the door behind her slide open.
+
+“Yʼknow, those thingsʼll kill you.” Anthony Wright did not look like the sort of man who was
+
+accustomed to a suit and tie. He wore them as if they were prison fatigues. “I should know,” he
+added, showing her a half-empty pack of gum.
+
+“Anthony!” Oliviaʼs slim figure slipped up against him with the grace of a small, elegant knife.
+
+She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tight. Despite having kicked the habit five
+years ago, the old man still managed to smell like tobacco.
+
+Anthony dropped an enormous arm around her and gave her a comforting pat. They ended up
+
+leaning against the banister, side-by-side. It wasnʼt quite morning, yet; below them, the city
+streets were cast in a tangerine glow. A cool, lethargic breeze drifted past them, carrying the
+
+ocean's scent.
+
+“Iʼm glad you made it,” Olivia told him. She finally pulled out her lighter. It was a cheap hunk of
+neon green plastic she had picked up on the way to the exhibition. After a few swipes of her
+
+thumb, it only managed to spit out sparks.
+
+“Here.” Anthony plucked the lighter out of her hand as if he was taking away a dangerous toy.
+He produced his own; it was an old, tarnished thing made of brass. It had more dents in it than
+
+he did. “And I wouldnʼt miss this for the world, lady. Even if it is Seattle.”
+
+Olivia rolled her eyes. Anthony's lighter produced a flame on the first flick; she dipped her head
+down to bring her cigarette to the fireʼs tip. “Spare me. I know you think this is all artsy fartsy
+
+crap.”
+
+“Well, alright, canʼt say I ‘getʼ the Madonna made out of cottage cheese.”
+
+Olivia gave him a look. “You donʼt like it?”
+
+Anthony did a brief double-take. “Wait, that oneʼs — yours? I mean, uh…”
+
+She grinned. “No. Iʼm kidding. That oneʼs shit; the guy who made it is a hack.” She turned back
+
+to the city, taking a long drag. When she exhaled, wisps of smoke whirled up from her nostrils
+and licked at the bottom of the balcony overhead. “Howʼs Calvin?”
+
+“Doing good. He told me to tell you heʼs sorry he couldnʼt come, but—”
+
+“Busy. I know. Fuck, I know.” Olivia closed her eyes. “Thereʼs just so much going on, now.”
+
+“Yeah. I donʼt think any of us really expected…” Anthony's voice trailed off. “They needed the
+Accountant more than we realized. Once they lost him, they lost all their funding — everything
+
+just started unraveling. Personnel started panicking, sites started collapsing — fuck, two
+Overseers ended up dead that night.”
+
+Something tugged at the back of Oliviaʼs mind; something she was forgetting. “How many sites
+
+are left, now?”
+
+“Still about two hundred. We decommissioned Site-173 last week. Nothing in it but corpses and
+cockroaches.” He shook his head. “Just ordinary cockroaches.”
+
+Olivia turned to him. For the first time in a long while, he looked old — old and tired. The
+
+wrinkles in his face were carved deep into his skin; his eyes were surrounded by dark,
+impenetrable circles.
+
+She felt that tug again. “How are you holding up?”
+
+“Itʼs funny,” Anthony told her, still watching the city. “You spend your life fighting demons,
+putting out fires — thinking this is the hard part. This is the work that needs doing. This is the
+
+work thatʼll kill you. But itʼs not.” His eyes met hers. “Sweeping up the ashes — putting shit back
+
+together again. Thatʼs the hard part.”
+
+She frowned. The tugging was harder, now.
+
+“Donʼt get me wrong. Thingsʼre better, now.” He gave her a weary smile. “We donʼt have to hurt
+
+people. We donʼt have to kill people. We donʼt have to mutilate children to hold back the
+nightmares.” His eyes drifted back to the city.
+
+Olivia closed her eyes. “Anthony…”
+
+“I donʼt know how the hell we did it, but we won. The worldʼs… itʼs still fucked up. When I go to
+
+sleep, I still have nightmares, yʼknow? But every night, it gets a little better. The nightmares are
+losing.”
+
+She reached into her pocket and searched for something, pulling it free.
+
+“Anyway, fuck — sorry, Iʼm just ranting. Listen, Olivia. Thereʼs something Iʼve been meaning to
+
+ask y—”
+
+Olivia slammed all 4 inches of the sleek, razor-sharp crafting knife into Anthony Wrightʼs heart.
+
+For one instant, the old manʼs eyes were filled with raw confusion and shock. Then —
+
+stumbling back, numbly clutching at the hilt — his eyes were filled with nothing at all.
+
+“Iʼm sorry,” Olivia whispered. She pushed him over the banisterʼs edge.
+
+And the world ended.
+
+NOW
+
+— - —
+
+“Suddenly, a voice spoke to the man: ‘Your second wish has been granted. Now, for your third
+
+— and final — wish.ʼ”
+
+“-up. Cʼmon, cʼmon, wake the hell up-”
+
+Slivers of light squeezed through Oliviaʼs eyelids. She felt a constant buzzing in her ears.
+
+Someone was tugging at her arms.
+
+“Wake up, wake up—”
+
+She popped her eyes open and immediately regretted it. Sharp, jagged sunbeams rushed into
+
+her pupils, forcing her to squint. Olivia squeezed one fist into her left socket and started
+rubbing away. “What… where am I?”
+
+The man stopped shaking her and slumped down into a chair. “Fuck. Thank God.”
+
+Olivia kept rubbing at her eye, letting her vision adjust. She was laying back on a bed inside of
+
+a cheap motel room. The overpowered AC rumbled to her left; above it, sunlight streamed in
+past the curtains. The room smelled faintly of coconut oil.
+
+Adam was seated beside the bed. He looked like he hadnʼt slept in days. His laptop was sitting
+
+on the nightstand, with a pistol laid out next to it.
+
+Olivia blinked her way through the grogginess. “Adam? Whatʼs—”
+
+“How much do you remember?”
+
+Olivia squeezed her eyebrows together; they grinded like cogs in some enormous adding
+
+machine. She tried to think her way through the events that had led her here. The last thing she
+remembered was…
+
+“I was having some sort of dream. Anthony was there, but it was — years from now. It was all
+
+wrong. Not real. It felt real, but…”
+
+Adam nodded. “Something was off, right?”
+
+“Yeah.” Olivia closed her eyes and coaxed the dream out from its hiding place in her
+subconscious. “He wasnʼt smoking, but he had a lighter. We were in Seattle, but we could smell
+
+the ocean. And the more I thought about it…”
+
+“The more you realized it was a lie.”
+
+She nodded and opened her eyes. Adam was focused on his laptop.
+
+“I donʼt know how, but somehow I realized the only way out of it was to—”
+
+“Yeah.” Adam cut her off. He was taking great pains to not make eye-contact with her. “I know.”
+
+Olivia frowned, sitting up on the bed. “Adam? Do you… uh, want to talk about—”
+
+“Itʼs fine. Weʼre out of it, now.” He was pulling a file up on the computer. “You donʼt remember
+how we got here, right?”
+
+Olivia shook her head. “No.”
+
+“Same here. Luckily, I think we planned for this.” He double-clicked something. The laptopʼs
+screen was filled with a still-image of Calvinʼs face. His stoic expression stared out at them;
+
+behind him, they could see what looked like an office. “Calvin loaded a video on Alexandra,
+along with instructions to play it if we found ourselves, uh… not remembering anything about
+
+how we got here.”
+
+Olivia scooted forward to sit on the edge of the bed beside Adam. He clicked ‘Playʼ.
+
+A window popped up over the video, requesting two passwords. Over one was the name
+‘ADAMʼ; over the other was the name ‘OLIVIAʼ.
+
+“Itʼs encrypted?” Olivia asked. She frowned, staring at the screen.
+
+“I guess. I donʼt remember… I mean, thereʼs a password I might have used,” Adam said, typing
+
+something under his name. As soon as he hit enter, his name turned green. He glanced back to
+her.
+
+Olivia bit down on her bottom lip, thinking.
+
+“Olivia?”
+
+Something tugged at the back of her mind.
+
+Without stopping to think, she snatched Adamʼs pistol off the nightstand and buried three
+rounds directly into his skull.
+
+And then the world ended.
+
+NOW
+
+— - —
+
+“The man considered this for a moment, and — seeing no other choice — made his final wish:
+
+‘Allow me to remember all that I have forgotten.ʼ”
+
+“Olivia?”
+
+Olivia opened her eyes. She was laid back on a cot inside of a small, comfortable looking
+office. There was a bookcase stuffed full of leather-bound volumes; in front of it, there was a
+
+wide, polished desk.
+
+Calvin was standing over her. He looked distant — when didnʼt he? — but his expression
+carried a hint of concern.
+
+Olivia immediately slammed her knee up into his solar plexus.
+
+Calvin buckled, crouching forward. She rolled off the cot and stumbled toward the desk,
+fumbling for the hidden latch under one of the drawers. Olivia had been in this office a hundred
+
+times before; if memory served, there was a hidden space right… here.
+
+By the time Calvin had managed to catch his breath, Olivia was pointing the pistol straight for
+his heart.
+
+Calvin raised his hands up and took a step back. “Olivia…”
+
+“Shut up.” She narrowed her eyes. “Let me think.”
+
+Calvin said nothing.
+
+“Someoneʼs fucking with my head. Iʼve gone through two iterations, now. One with Anthony,
+
+one with Adam. Each time, they were trying to get information from me,” she said, talking her
+way through it. “Each time, I realized there was something wrong. A detail out of place.
+
+Anthony's lighter. Adamʼs computer — he calls it ‘Alexanderʼ, not ‘Alexandraʼ. And the more I
+thought about it, the more I realized…”
+
+Calvin started to lower his hands. “Olivia, listen—”
+
+“I said shut up,” she snapped back. “Alright. Each time, it all started unraveling once I realized
+something was wrong. Each time, I realized the only way to escape was to…” Her breathing
+
+quickened.
+
+Calvin took another step back.
+
+“I have to kill you,” she whispered.
+
+“Olivia. Just, okay, just take it easy. Letʼs talk this through, alright?”
+
+“I have thought this through. Anthony, Adam, now you — youʼre just another dream. Another…”
+She pursed her lips. “Lie. The Liar. Youʼre the fucking Liar.”
+
+“Olivia.” Calvinʼs tone took on a building urgency. “Please, listen to me. You might be right.
+Someone might be messing with your head. But itʼs not me. Iʼm not the Liar.”
+
+“Then how the fuck…” Her finger curled tighter around the trigger.
+
+“Listen. Just listen, okay? You were helping me with research. You fell asleep in my office. Now
+
+you wake up, and youʼve pulled a gun on me.“ Calvin kept his arms held high. “You said these
+things unraveled when you noticed something wrong. Have you…?”
+
+Olivia scowled. “Not yet. But…” Her eyes traced their way through the office. It all looked like it
+was supposed to; unlike the previous two dreams, this was all familiar to her. But did that
+
+mean…?
+
+“You said it started with a dream about Anthony, then Adam. Think about it: If I were the Liar,
+would I really start with Calvin, next?”
+
+Oliviaʼs breathing slowed. Nothing was out of place; nothing felt off…
+
+“Once is happenstance. Twice is a coincidence. Three times is a pattern,” Calvin told her. “I
+
+think the Liar is trying to trick you into killing me.”
+
+Her grip on the trigger loosened.
+
+“You said he was trying to get information from you. What kind of information?”
+
+“I… with Anthony, I donʼt know. He said he needed to ask me something. With Adam, it was a
+
+password, I think, but…”
+
+“A password?”
+
+Olivia lowered the pistol, but kept a firm grip. “Yeah.” She forced herself to breathe slowly.
+“Okay. Okay. Just… give me a second, okay?”
+
+Calvin slowly lowered his hands, but kept his distance. “Alright. But yeah, this doesnʼt make any
+
+sense. You donʼt know any passwords that the Liar would want. He didnʼt ask you about
+anything else?” He paused, then added: “He didnʼt ask about your copy of the journal, right?
+
+You still have it?”
+
+Olivia shook her head. “No, he didnʼt — yeah. I still have it.” She reached with her free hand to
+touch the base of her wrist; the faint, familiar lump was still present. “The journal is right here.”
+
+The Liar smiled. “So it is.”
+
+And then the world ended.
+
+NOW
+
+— - —
+
+“‘Funny,ʼ the voice laughed, granting the manʼs final wish. ‘That was the first thing you asked
+for.ʼ”
+
+Oliviaʼs mouth felt like it was coated in a thin layer of dissolving chalk. It left the faint flavor of
+peppermint lingering on her tongue.
+
+She forced her eyes open, then immediately closed them. Bright, glaring lights beamed straight
+
+down into her retina — the throbbing pressure behind her temple intensified.
+
+She was in a hospital room somewhere. Olivia didnʼt even need to look around to know that;
+she could just feel it. She hated hospitals. Counting backwards from ten, she eased her eyes
+
+open and gave them time to adjust.
+
+Yep. It was a medical facility, alright — and she was strapped down to the bed. Good times.
+Several pieces of sterile, complicated equipment were placed next to her. Most of them were
+
+making beeping noises. She lifted her head as high as the nylon straps allowed, trying to get a
+lay of the land.
+
+A nurse and a doctor laid face-down on the floor. Pools of crimson crept out from under them.
+
+An older woman in an immaculate white suit was seated nearby; she held a gun. Her gaze was
+on Olivia.
+
+Olivia blinked. She was wrong; it was a young man with a neon green mohawk. He wore a
+
+studded jacket splattered with something wet. In his left hand, he clutched a blood-soaked
+switch-blade.
+
+She blinked again. It was a person of indeterminable gender; their skin was a deep shade of
+
+ochre, with a face full of piercings. They wore several leather straps around what looked like a
+charcoal binder. Instead of a knife, they held an aluminum baseball bat. It was coated with
+
+clumps of hair and meat.
+
+She blinked again. A man with teeth like serrated steak knives and claws that could carve
+
+through steel. She blinked again. It was Anthony. She blinked again. It was Adam. She blinked
+
+again. It was Calvin.
+
+She blinked again.
+
+It was the Liar.
+
+“Howʼs that cut feeling?”
+
+Olivia looked down at her wrist. A fresh series of stitches criss-crossed over a recently opened
+
+wound; it extended from the base of her palm to nearly the inside of her elbow. A distant
+memory tugged at the back of her mind.
+
+She licked her lips and lied. “It… doesnʼt hurt that much.”
+
+“Still. Make sure to keep it covered. Antibiotics, too.” The left side of the Liarʼs mouth twitched
+upward. “They would have prescribed something for it, but Iʼm afraid I killed them before they
+
+had the opportunity.”
+
+“Who…” Oliviaʼs eyes fell to the figures on the floor. “Whatʼs going on? Who are they?”
+
+“They worked for me, and we captured you,” the Liar told her. “You were brought to me for…
+
+processing. To discover what you knew; to determine if you had the journal. Or, at the very
+least, if you knew what was in it.” Their lips pursed with amusement. "You know, after all this
+
+time I had forgotten it ever existed. When the agent who penned it defected and told us what it
+contained, you'd have thought we might have taken steps to make its contents untrue. But… we
+
+are nothing if not creatures of habit."
+
+Olivia couldnʼt remember anything after they killed the Accountant. The Liar must have noticed
+her confusion: “Youʼve been amnesticized. Several times, actually. Did you know thatʼs my
+
+primary function within the Foundation? To maintain the veil. To make sure no one remembers
+anything theyʼre not supposed to.”
+
+They tapped the weapon against their thigh. “And, of course, to replace those gaps with
+
+convincing lies.”
+
+“Why am I still alive? Why are we even having this conversation?”
+
+“Because you and your friends accounted for this. Because you did have the journal. Or, at
+
+least, a small piece of it. A subdermal flash-drive, located under your wrist.”
+
+“I donʼt understand.”
+
+The Liar smiled. Although Olivia could no longer recognize their features, she could still make
+out the weariness in their face. “Not all cognitohazards are anomalous.”
+
+The code-phrase flashed through Oliviaʼs mind. It was as if she had just found the piece of a
+
+puzzle she hadnʼt even realized she was solving. An image surged into her memories; she now
+remembered everything.
+
+“You used to be one of us,” she whispered. “You used to be part of the Insurgency. You were
+
+part of the third Delta - I've heard Anthony talk about you. Sam… Sam Biel - they always talked
+about how you were tortured by the Foundation for weeks for your secrets and never gave up a
+
+word. I don't… I don't understand.”
+
+The Liar closed their eyes and nodded. “That's true, but I didn't give up my memories because
+there were no memories to give up."
+
+They sighed. "I was deployed to locate an anomaly in the Bengal Sea. Our ship capsized in a
+storm and I was dragged into the ocean when my leg got caught in some netting. I drifted in the
+
+darkness where the eyes are empty and sunk into the Void. They found me, months later, and
+
+the Foundation recognized who I was - what I could do. They gave me to Green - that witch -
+and she gave me a new identity; a lie to believe in.” They opened their eyes and rose to their
+
+feet, approaching Olivia. “Your friend Calvin found out from the journal no doubt, that clever
+boy. Your copy only had that entry in it - the entry containing my name. Seeing it for the first
+
+time in so many years… it was like coming up from under water after so long.”
+
+The Liar began unbinding Oliviaʼs limbs. “Iʼve cleared a path to the front entrance. It will be
+open for another ten minutes; once youʼre out, youʼll find a grey van in the parking lot. The
+
+doors are unlocked; the keys are in the glove compartment. Youʼll find instructions, a map, and
+a flash-drive.”
+
+“A flash-drive?” Olivia sat up, feeling her extremities tingle with the sudden surge of blood. Her
+
+forearm pulsed with pain.
+
+“It contains crucial data — including the location of your next target. The Archivist.” The Liar
+
+stepped back. “Out of all of us, she may be the furthest gone. Tell your friends to be careful.”
+
+Olivia nodded, swinging her legs around. She sank to the floor. “…what about you?”
+
+“What about me?” the Liar asked, and then they laughed. “I'm not faultless in this. I may have
+forgotten my purpose, but it was still me in there making those decisions, doing the things I did.
+
+There's nothing left for me out there - if the Foundation doesn't kill me immediately I'll spend
+the rest of my life running from them because of what I know - and I'm not about to run from
+
+the truth. The truth has set me free.” They sank back into their chair, laying their weapon
+across their lap. “Move fast. Your window is closing.”
+
+Olivia reached out to touch the Liarʼs hand. They did not look up. Turning to go, she spared one
+
+last look at them; for a moment, she thought she might have recognized a face. Then, she
+made her way out into the hall and toward the exit.
+
+It wasnʼt until she reached the stairwell that she heard that single, lonely shot.
+
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+— - —
+
+In a room devoid of light or sound, a man sat at his desk and read. There was a time when the
+
+darkness would have impeded him — but that time had passed. Now, he found it comforting.
+
+Colors distracted him from his work.
+
+He turned to the next page of the report — despite not needing to ‘seeʼ the words to read them.
+
+Old habits, he supposed. With each successive sentence, his calm gave way to cold,
+calculated purpose.
+
+The door opened. A blade of light pierced the room, illuminating the man and his desk. It cut
+
+across his forearm and highlighted an old burn scar. He instinctively moved his hand out to
+cover it.
+
+He looked up. A woman stood at the doorway, hesitating. It was only then that he realized his
+
+face was twisted with rage.
+
+He forced himself to relax, acknowledged her with a nod, and motioned her in.
+
+She took two steps forward and spoke: “Youʼve heard?”
+
+“Yes.” He closed the report. “Do we know who yet?”
+
+“Not yet.” She moved to approach, but stopped — as if a wind forced her back. “Whoever
+
+found the Pinnacle did so with the use of mnestics, and thereʼs a limited supply. Weʼre looking.”
+
+“And the Contract?”
+
+The woman didnʼt respond.
+
+He sighed. “Felix?”
+
+“We didnʼt find him. If he fell, or was pushed, he might still be falling. We have to assume the
+
+worst.”
+
+The man stood, his eyes fixed on the backs of his own knuckles. “I donʼt understand how this
+could happen. I donʼt understand who would do this. Who could do this. Do they even know
+
+what they did?” He looked up at her. “This is bad.”
+
+Her expression did not change. “The rest of the council has been alerted. I just came here to
+
+make sure you knew.” She took another step forward; her hand fell to his desk. “Maybe…
+
+maybe if we just-”
+
+“Whatever you were about to say, donʼt.” His voice was flat; something trembled just under the
+
+surface. “Whoever they are, they got lucky.”
+
+She frowned. He could see the weariness in her face. There was something she wanted to tell
+him; there was something she wanted to say. Instead, she just closed her eyes and nodded.
+
+He reached for her hand upon the desk, taking it into his own. His palm was like worn, scraped
+
+leather. Hers was ice. “I know youʼre tired. I know. God, I know. Iʼm…”
+
+He forced himself to stop. He took a breath, turned her hand over, and traced the scars along
+her wrist and forearm. She looked so frail, now. “We canʼt stop now. We canʼt give up now.”
+
+Her eyes were still closed. “I know.”
+
+“Go, now. Go back to the Garden. You know the way in. Youʼll be safe there. I'm going to call up
+
+the task forces and weʼll figure out what this is. Iʼll call you when itʼs clear.”
+
+She squeezed his hand back. At last, her eyes opened. “What about you?”
+
+He smiled. “I just need to figure some things out, and then Iʼll come for you.”
+
+He came around the desk and held her; she held him back. After a few moments of silence, she
+
+turned her head up to his. “I—”
+
+The phone rang.
+
+He grimaced. His grip on her loosened. “Iʼm sorry. I…”
+
+Her expression hardened. She released him, nodding. “I know.” Without another word, she
+
+turned and left him alone.
+
+He reached for the phone.
+
+NOW
+
+— - —
+
+“The Accountant.” Anthony found the title amusing. “Do they only have one?”
+
+Olivia laughed. “Thatʼs a lot of math. He must be some sort of uber-nerd.”
+
+“A dire nerd,” Adam offered, his eyes never leaving the screen of his laptop.
+
+This comment drew blank stares from Olivia, Anthony, and Calvin.
+
+“You know, like a dire wolf? From D&D? Or Game of Thrones? Or…” Adam looked up. He
+immediately scowled, then went right back to typing. “Fuck, you people are old.”
+
+Anthony took a drag of his cigarette and eyed Calvin from across the room. “Alright. So, how
+
+are you planning on finding all these fucks? I doubt theyʼre just hanging out at the local pub.
+Theyʼre probably holed up somewhere with enough anomalous ordinance to make Mordor look
+
+like the Shire.” He gave Adam a look, who — without raising his head — lifted two fingers in
+
+appreciation.
+
+Calvin nodded. “Yeah. This is where it gets tricky. Our mystery agent wrote a lot about the
+
+Overseers, and a little bit about where they live, or where theyʼd be hiding, but a lot of it is
+situational and might not be helpful. Thatʼs why weʼre going after the Accountant first. Heʼs the
+
+one who pays the rent. Take him out, and the list of possible safe-houses gets that much
+
+smaller. ”
+
+Olivia leaned back in her chair. “Perfect. We just need to find this first one, then. The first one
+
+of these gods-on-Earth that know weʼre coming for them. Do you even have a plan?”
+
+Calvin gestured to his right. “Iʼve got Adam.”
+
+Adam leaned away from his computer. “Oh, yeah. Right. Yeah, I can find him.”
+
+Anthony snorted. “Thisʼll be good.”
+
+Adam ignored him: “The Accountant is, as far as we can tell, a mathematical prodigy who
+specializes in statistical analysis. Heʼs a data-sponge — he soaks up information, analyzes it,
+
+and finds hidden correlations no one else can see. Everything he does, he does based on
+these invisible relationships. His entire route — what he wears, what he drinks, his day-to-day
+
+activities — theyʼre all based on predictions derived from these correlations.”
+
+He turned his screen around to show the others. Several tabs were open in his browser; the
+
+current one was a graph of current stock prices. “Now, I probably donʼt need to tell you what a
+person like this could do in stock markets. He analyzes data faster than computers; he can
+
+predict the boom and bust of a Fortune 500 based on a goddamn train schedule. And although
+his ability to see these correlations is anomalous, the correlations themselves arenʼt — theyʼre
+
+just impossible for anyone else to understand or decode.”
+
+“Alright,” Anthony said. “But that doesnʼt tell us how to—”
+
+“Train schedules,” Olivia cut him off. She was focused on one of the unopened tabs on the
+
+screen. “In Tokyo?”
+
+Adam grinned and nodded. He opened the tab, revealing a translated train schedule. “The
+journal mentioned it. Iʼve been having Alexander crunching numbers for a few weeks—”
+
+“Alexander?” Anthony narrowed his eyes.
+
+“Itʼs the name he gave his laptop,” Calvin replied. “What did you find?”
+
+“Basically, thereʼs some sort of weird correlation between international housing markets and
+
+train schedules printed in Tokyo on the fifth day of every third month,” Adam said. “And based
+on how deliberate this guy is, Iʼd be willing to bet money he goes to Tokyo himself to examine
+
+those schedules the day theyʼre printed.”
+
+“Hang on.” Olivia leaned in to examine the screen closer. “You said this guy is able to make
+predictions based on correlations no one else can see, right? Wouldnʼt that lead him to realize
+
+he shouldnʼt be where we expect him to be?”
+
+Adam cocked his head. “Are you asking me if he can see into the future?”
+
+“Well, yeah. Isnʼt that basically what this is?” Olivia turned from the screen and focused her
+
+attention on Adam. “If heʼs able to magically see connections no one else can, isnʼt it possible
+some piece of information heʼs encountered will tell him that weʼre coming? Or even who we
+
+are?”
+
+“I donʼt think so,” Calvin said. “I mean, the numbers can be wrong.”
+
+Adam shook his head. “No, sheʼs — well, mostly right. The numbers canʼt be wrong. Theyʼre
+just data. He canʼt know anything for sure, though. He just makes predictions, and those
+
+predictions have varying degrees of certainty. Thatʼs the hiccup, here: He can know thereʼs a
+75% chance that today, someone will attack him. He can know thereʼs a 30% chance itʼll be
+
+five people, a 25% chance itʼll be four people, a 20% chance itʼll be three people… so on.”
+
+Anthony massaged his brows. “Look, do we really need to take a probabilities course to kill this
+guy? I get that heʼs smart, but last time I checked, train schedules donʼt stop bullets.”
+
+“But bullets wonʼt stop someone who isnʼt even there,” Olivia replied. She turned back to Adam.
+
+“So, basically, he can predict extremely complex systems based on seemingly random bits of
+data. Right?”
+
+Adam nodded. “Right.”
+
+Olivia gave them all a very crooked grin. “In that case, I think I know exactly how to beat him.”
+
+— - —
+
+The black car pulled to the side of a street in the Tokyo financial district. The man who stepped
+out was so extraordinarily unremarkable that, under normal circumstances, even his lack of
+
+remarkability failed to generate a remark.
+
+His high end tailored suit and dark glasses blended with the well-to-dos of the region; his skin
+was a shade of amber-gold. Despite being aware of the time, he checked his wristwatch,
+
+closed the car door, then took three steps down the sidewalk. The vehicle drove away.
+
+The Accountant was a man of precision. He slept for exactly seven hours; when he woke, it
+was on the hour. Each footfall was calculated — each step predetermined. He made no
+
+mistakes, took no chances, and accounted for every significant possibility.
+
+Thatʼs why, when he first noticed the young man approaching him from across the street, he
+took immediate action. The man was in his 20s; short hair, open coat — Slavic, if he had to
+
+wager a guess. Based on the color of the manʼs shoes, the Accountant determined he was here
+to kill him. Based on the current market price of peaches, the Accountant determined he was
+
+not alone.
+
+He took a step to the left. A crowd of businessmen had just emerged from a nearby diner; this
+put at least fifteen people between him and the would-be assassin. One of the fifteen was
+
+Japanese — in his mid-50s. He walked with a slight limp and was going bald. This meant the
+second assassin was in the third story window of the small wine-shop across the street.
+
+The Accountant adjusted his watch, reflecting sunlight off its surface and into the window. The
+
+sniper was briefly blinded. Now that neither assassin could see him, he moved to enter a
+nearby office building.
+
+“Fuck. Glare,” Anthony growled into his mic. “You see him?”
+
+Adam fought his way through the crowd, shaking his head. “No. Lost him. Heʼs anticipating
+
+everything weʼre doing. I think — heʼs gotta be in that building with the blue glass. Heading for
+it.”
+
+Olivia peeked out from around the corner and touched her ear-piece. “Calvin, should I go in
+
+with him?”
+
+There was a brief pause before Calvin replied: “Yes.”
+
+Olivia jogged toward the financial office. Adam pushed his way through several more people to
+
+follow her.
+
+The interior was a sprawling three-story lobby framed with marble. A grand staircase extended
+up to each level, with glass elevators providing an alternate route. Adamʼs eyes darted between
+
+the various levels.
+
+“Which level?” Adam asked.
+
+She yanked Adam by the arm and pulled. “Neither. This way.”
+
+The two of them took off toward the far-end of the building. An emergency exit led to an
+
+alleyway out back. Olivia shoved the door open and stepped through; Adam followed. As soon
+as they stepped outside, they were greeted with the sound of muffled gunfire.
+
+“Shit!” Olivia shoved Adam between two dumpsters; she soon followed him, dropping to a
+crouch. She flipped out her compact mirror and held it out, using the reflection to search the
+
+alley ahead.
+
+Two men in suits stood where the alley emptied out into the street. Between them, the
+Accountant checked his watch.
+
+“Hm. This will work,” he announced. “Weʼve got about a minute before I leave to catch my train.
+
+So, what can I do for you?”
+
+Olivia examined the reflection in her mirror. Adam squinted at the image, frowning. “Heʼs just
+standing out in the open,” he whispered. “We could just—”
+
+She reached to touch her ear-piece again. “Calvin. Do we go for it?”
+
+Calvinʼs reply came almost immediately: “No.”
+
+Olivia looked to Adam. “Keep him talking.”
+
+Adam nodded. He turned to the side of the dumpster and hollered: “Youʼre the Accountant,
+right?”
+
+“You know, I do have a professional title. And a name, if youʼd rather—”
+
+“We know who you are,” Adam yelled back. “Weʼre here to kill you.”
+
+“Yes, Iʼm aware. Well, here I am. Go ahead. Take a shot.”
+
+Olivia gestured for Adam to keep going.
+
+“Uh-huh. But do you know why weʼre here to kill you?”
+
+“Twenty nine seconds. Youʼre very likely the ones I received word about, just this morning.
+Youʼre responsible for terminating our contract with Death. I presume you want to murder me
+
+over some sort of ideological quibble.”
+
+“An ideological quibble?” Adamʼs voice nearly hitched up an octave. Olivia reached to touch his
+shoulder. “You know how many corpses your organization is built on top of? How many people
+
+die every day just so you fucks get to run the show?”
+
+“Iʼve never killed anyone. Of course, Iʼm certain youʼve killed a few. How many? A dozen? A
+hundred? Did you bother to learn any of their names?” the Accountant asked. He checked his
+
+watch again. “Were any of them children? Just curious.”
+
+Adam jerked against Oliviaʼs grip. She squeezed him, hard. “Donʼt,” she whispered. “Heʼs trying
+to get a rise out of you.”
+
+“Fuck him,” Adam growled. His grip on his pistol was tight enough to force the blood out of his
+
+knuckles. “Like he hasnʼt killed—”
+
+“Well, if youʼre not going to try and murder me, I suppose Iʼll just have to leave early,” the
+
+Accountant said. Again, he looked at his watch. “Seven seconds.”
+
+“Weʼre going to miss our chance,” Adam hissed. “Iʼm going to—”
+
+“No, Calvin said—”
+
+Adam was already lunging to his feet — and Olivia was lunging to tackle him. Her arms
+
+slammed into his legs, forcing him to buckle. In the next instant, a deafening pop rushed out to
+fill the alleyway. A fist-sized crater appeared in the dumpster behind them — right where
+
+Adamʼs head had been.
+
+Wisps of smoke swirled up from the hole. Adam and Olivia both stared at it, their backs
+pressed against the other dumpster.
+
+“Shit,” Adam whispered.
+
+“Sniper,” Olivia replied.
+
+“One,” the Accountant announced. “Everyone down.”
+
+Several more pops echoed out through the street — accompanied by distant screams. Olivia
+and Adam caught the sound of glass shattering; the popping sounds were followed by
+
+additional gunfire.
+
+Anthonyʼs voice boomed over the earpiece: “Iʼm covering you. Go.”
+
+Olivia and Adam ran for the door. In the distance, they could hear the sirens — along with the
+squealing rubber of the Accountantʼs car as it drove away.
+
+— - —
+
+Sometimes, the Accountant wondered what it was like to live in uncertainty; to exist in a world
+where you could not predict the most likely outcome based on the data in front of you. He
+
+imagined it was a dreadful, unbearable state — like being trapped in a nightmare where nothing
+
+made any sense. The thought often prompted a feeling of tremendous pity.
+
+He felt no pity at this moment.
+
+As he approached the boarding station, he checked his watch and revisited the alleyway in his
+
+mind. He had replayed the events that unfolded there twenty three times; each time, none of it
+made sense. None of it fit the model.
+
+He correctly predicted the arrival of the two assassins; he also correctly predicted the arrival of
+
+their comrade. But his models had shown that, by standing out in the open and addressing
+them, there was an overwhelming likelihood that at least one would emerge and be immediately
+
+struck down by his stationed sniper.
+
+Nothing was truly certain, he knew. Every rule had its exception; every absolute hid a sliver of
+doubt. Everything he understood was merely an approximation of something he did not.
+
+But the chance of both assassins emerging from this conflict unscathed were, by his
+
+calculations, comparable in magnitude to a tornado arranging a deck into a house of cards —
+then back into the same ordered deck. It was beyond ‘unlikelyʼ; it was nothing short of
+
+miraculous.
+
+Was that what he had witnessed? A miracle of probability? An event as rare and near-
+
+impossible as the emergence of life itself?
+
+He stepped on-board the train, providing his ticket. He moved to one of the private rooms,
+sliding the door aside and taking his seat. As the city began to slip past, he ran through the
+
+model for the twenty fourth time, then decided that he would simply need to let it go.
+
+The sliding door rattled open. A not-quite middle-aged man with dark, faintly greying hair
+stepped in, taking the opposite seat. He casually reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a
+
+revolver, aiming it squarely at the Accountantʼs heart.
+
+The Accountant stared, uncomprehending. This wasnʼt possible. This couldnʼt be possible.
+
+Two miracles? In one day?
+
+“How?” he croaked.
+
+Calvin reached into his pocket with his other hand, withdrawing a small, unremarkable coin. He
+
+perched it on top of his thumb and proceeded to flip it, before snatching it out of the air. He
+
+then showed it to the Accountant.
+
+Tails.
+
+The gears in his head started to turn. “You…”
+
+“Youʼre good at predicting complicated systems," Calvin said, "but only when they behave the
+
+way theyʼre supposed to. You canʼt predict them if all their decisions are inherently
+unpredictable.”
+
+“But how did you know I would be—”
+
+“We overheard you say you had a train to catch. There were two train stations nearby. So I
+
+flipped a coin.”
+
+The Accountant closed his eyes and smiled. “How utterly boorish. You got lucky.”
+
+“Yeah. But it worked, didnʼt it?”
+
+“So it did.” His eyes opened; he focused his gaze on Calvin. "Well. Now you've got me here.
+
+What do you want?"
+
+Calvin laid a piece of paper in front of him and pulled out a pen. He slid them across the table
+between them towards The Accountant.
+
+"Names," he said. "Locations. All of the rest of them."
+
+The Accountant sighed. "You want me to give up the names and locations of the other
+
+Overseers? What — do you want their PIN numbers, too?"
+
+Calvin tapped the revolver on the table. "This probably isn't the time to get smart."
+
+The Accountant sat back in his chair and loosened his tie. "I'm not going to do that. You used a
+
+funny trick to put me in a compromising position, and that's clever. But now that we're here, I
+know exactly how this plays out. Why would I compromise my associates when you're just
+
+going to kill me either way?"
+
+Calvin shrugged. "There's a difference between being shot and being dragged behind this
+
+train."
+
+The other man swallowed. "That's barbaric — and either way, it's not particularly likely. We're
+not too far from our destination, and there will be too many people around. The way I die is at
+
+the end of that gun."
+
+"That doesn't bother you?"
+
+The Accountant rolled his tongue across his teeth. "Of course it does. I haven't thought about
+the idea of dying in such a long time, and to now be sitting here looking at it, it's nothing short
+
+of horrifying. But I'm not going to beg for mercy from a terrorist." He leaned forward. "Do you
+truly understand what it is you're doing?”
+
+Calvin didn't answer. The Overseer sighed.
+
+"Go ahead. We both know what you're going to do next."
+
+Calvin squeezed the trigger.
+
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