Elizabeth Day stared at a whiteboard. Beside her stood two other people, also studying the board. One, Elise, is a research assistant like herself. The other is a professor, the subject of their assistance, whose name had long ago been deemed by something very important to be something very unimportant. The board was covered in a web of green and black lines, linking various reports of different things and other reports of not-things which might be related to those things.
The warning signs only lasted a moment. Most people perceived it only as a brief feeling of being watched, or a nigh-unnoticeable pressure in their left temple. Liz instead perceived at as a screaming mass of raw information streaming into everything around her. The other two figures stood stock still, the screaming ideas trying to claw into them, and finding no immediate awareness to latch onto. Liz pulled bins of paper and electronics off of a nearby dolly, and loaded her two time-frozen colleagues onto it. The screams and crashes had already begun in other parts of Site-41 by the time Liz had wheeled the pair out the door and towards the vehicle depot.
Liz pulled to the side of the forest road to get her bearings as the wave of radiation swept through her. She relaxed the time suspension around her two passengers, letting the forgetfulness do its work scrubbing away and sterilizing the risky parts of their memory. Their eyes flickered for a few moments before they slipped into proper unconsciousness. Liz regained her balance after a few seconds and squeezed the black leather of the steering wheel until her dark knuckles started to turn pale.
"Couldn't leave well enough alone, could you Wheeler? And now we've gone and lost bloody Site-41 too."
She closed her eyes and sank back against the headrest. She already knew where she had to go. In fact, there was only one place to go, unless the Foundation had some miracle site that it knew how to hide from her. She shifted the Humvee back out of park and started back down the winding road.
A site that didn't exist didn't sit in the middle of Nowhere, Nevada. Like every Foundation Site and Area, this site was assigned its own special number. The problem was, no one could ever seem to remember the number that belonged to this particular site. Still, since it had to be called something, those who worked there had taken up referring to it as The Blackbox.
Deep within the site, Director Melinda Williams sat working. Her office was spartan in design, but modern. The walls were reinforced concrete, lit by phosphorescent tubes on the ceiling. A custom Foundation desktop was placed on a stainless steel work desk, part of a matching pair with the metallic bookcase on the back wall. The small woman herself seemed to have been picked out to coordinate with the decor, with a stern, lined face and grey hair tightly wound into a bun. The only three things that seemed out of place were the pair of comfortable wood-and-leather chairs and the name on the nameplate, which had always seemed to its owner that it would fit someone's perky twenty-something niece better than a Foundation director.
The director looked back and forth between the charts on her screen and the paper on her desk, working to ensure that the letter is worded as unambiguously as possible. Eventually, upon looking up, she finds a yellow post-it stuck to the screen.
'We need to talk.'
She unholstered her sidearm and turned off the safety. She then began scanning the room. Most people would begin looking for something that was there. A direct look at the intruder would be good, but a shadow or footfall would still be useful. Melinda wasn't looking for any of those things. To see an antimeme, you had to look for what wasn't there. A spot that your eyes kept jumping over, a dark spot on the metal of the bookcase that your brain was absolutely certain wasn't a reflection, an ambient noise that you're only fairly certain is normally there.
Another note blinked suddenly into existence on the wall in front of her.
'There's been an incident. I need to know that you're still yourself.'
"Now how are you doing that…" she muttered as she looked over the note. Then she spun around and shot where the reflection in the bookcase showed. Her bullet collided with the far concrete wall. Suddenly, she was now holding another post-it.
'Yep, still you.'
Sitting in the far chair was an unfamiliar woman, dressed up in a business blouse and slacks. Clipped on her collar was what looked like a valid CCD ID card. The gun was neatly disassembled on the chrome surface of the desk. "Good evening, director Williams."
Melinda studied the coffee-skinned newcomer. British accent, probably Manchester. The clothes were in good condition, but weren't tailored, giving some idea of financial resources. Relatively new, as well. No visible weapon, but that meant very little if she could steal and disassemble one that quickly. The badge would indicate she was likely either Foundation or knew its procedures. Of course, all that hinged on her visitor running on anything resembling human logic.
"…So how did you do the magic tricks?"
"Froze you in time. I can't turn back memories while you have those mnestics in your system, but I can at least keep you from making new ones."
Melinda grunted, and returned to her seat. She had no confirmation that this thing was telling the truth, but the explanation seemed plausible enough.
"What kind of incident."
"Details are classified. The long and short is that we've lost the Antimemetics Division."
Melinda narrowed her eyes. This was always the hard part, balancing out how much information she needed to mine to take action without it developing into a high risk.
"There is no Antimemetics Division. At least, not on our records."
A look that couldn't decide whether it should be a smirk or melancholy played across Liz's face. "Exactly as it's always been. I'm guessing that you can pick out what it was, though."
"Yes, but I still have to wonder," she steepled her fingers, "what are you?"
Liz considered the question for a few long moments, before meeting the older woman's eyes. "I'm a warhead. Luckily, I'm not pointed at you."
The older woman leaned back in her chair. "And would you mind telling me why a 'warhead', who at the very least is bothering to masquerade as a Foundation agent, made the effort to sneak into my personal office? Besides to tell me about a division which I likely cannot risk knowing about and might forget even if I could."
Liz considered her words carefully. "Do you know a man named Bart Hughes?"
"No. Who is he?"
"Someone with the right brains to help shut down a very dangerous antimeme. I'm also fairly certain he's dead."
"And you were hoping you might be wrong if he turned out to be on my team."
"Not quite. I think he may have left behind something that I can use though. Plans. I haven't found them anywhere else he might have left them, at least as far as places that are still at all accessible."
Melinda nodded, beginning to put all the pieces together. "So you'll need to try to find these plans. And you'll need a crew to put them in motion if you do find them."
"Exactly."
She studied the younger woman for a long while, picking apart her body language, going back over the terminology she'd used, the familiarity in her voice. "You work here, don't you? Been caught up in a sinkhole and forgotten a few times too, I'd recon."
Liz nodded. "Happens to the best of ud… There is one other thing, too."
"What is it?"
"I have two other agents with me. I doubt anyone here can remember them anymore, and their documentation is fried. Their names are Elise and… you know what, let's call him Steve. They've also lost their memories right down to before they started mnestics, so they'd have to be retrained and set back up, but they've still managed to make it this far on-"
"Basic competence."
Liz considered the phrase, looking to Melinda as if she were remembering something, then she nodded. "Permission to leave and stop by the registry to get our names back in the system?"
"Permission granted, Agent…?"
"Liz. Elizabeth Day."
And then the younger woman was gone and her gun was sitting in front of her, fully reassembled.
She shook her head and holstered it, wondering to herself what the story must have been behind her hiring of that particular agent. She sighed and picked up her pen. "It never gets any less insane, does it?"
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be housed in an L-Type Humanoid Anomaly Containment Cell (HACC) located 8 kilometers below the surface level of Site-17. SCP-XXXX may be provided with standard entertainment opportunities for a Type-B humanoid. Meals and supplies are to be delivered and retrieved via an express cargo lift system. SCP-XXXX is to be granted viewing permissions for nala.aic for interaction, monitoring, and stimulation purposes. Every three days, SCP-XXXX is to hold a video therapy session with a Foundation psychiatrist to ensure continued stability of its mental state.
In the event that SCP-XXXX begins producing SCP-XXXX-1, an automated cleaning unit is to be deployed into SCP-XXXX's HACC to clean and retrieve the substance. Any SCP-XXXX-1 retrieved by the cleaning unit, as well as any substance, liquid, or waste believed to be contaminated with SCP-XXXX-1, is to be subject to Level-C hazardous materials precautions.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a 23 year old Palauan female named Dolores Castillo. SCP-XXXX is fluent in English and Palauan and can speak limited Japanese. Aside from its anomalous properties and being diagnosed with esophageal peptic ulcer disease, SCP-XXXX is in good physical health.
SCP-XXXX possesses a Type-E(III) Telepathic Interface Capability. SCP-XXXX experiences all emotional thought-patterns of sapient organisms within its effect radius. The range of this effect has not been precisely determined, but a maximum radius of 637 kilometers has been observed, with a drastically decreased radius in the vertical direction. SCP-XXXX claims to have no control over these abilities.
A second anomaly will manifest when SCP-XXXX is exposed to large amounts of "negative" emotions from external sources. When these negative emotion outweigh comparatively positive ones, SCP-XXXX begins to exude a dark, viscous liquid (SCP-XXXX-1) from its facial orifices. Scans have revealed that this liquid materializes in the pharynx and facial pores. The rate at which SCP-XXXX-1 is produced is determined by the formula $(Fil_{N}-Fil_{P}) * 2.53 ml/s$ where $Fil_{N}$ is equal to the intensity of negative emotions in Fillmores and $Fil_{P}$ is equal to the intensity of positive emotions in Fillmores.
Analysis has shown that SCP-XXXX-1 is composed 40% of bodily fluids (mucus, blood, bile, and cytoplasm) and most of the remainder an unidentified, black, slightly corrosive substance. Effects of skin contact with the liquid include a burning sensation, migraines, depression, aches, nausea, convulsions, hypochondria, paranoia, and hallucinations. The intensity of these symptoms is proportional to the level of exposure.
Addendum-XXXX-01: On ██/██/████, SCP-XXXX seemed to undergo a temporary spike in area-of-effect. SCP-XXXX proceeded to generate large amounts of SCP-XXXX-1 before losing consciousness. Following the loss of consciousness, SCP-XXXX ceased to produce SCP-XXXX-1. 97% of on-site staff and human SCP objects began to produce SCP-XXXX-1, consistent with its means of production by SCP-XXXX under normal circumstances. In addition, ███ distinct cases with identical symptoms occurred in civilians across the globe. After 27 minutes, SCP-XXXX regained consciousness and generated approximately 112 L of SCP-XXXX-1. All relevant anomalous effects in other individuals subsided. Emergency cleaning protocols were enacted throughout Site-17, and information suppression and disinformation campaigns were enacted to handle effects on civilians. Further research into the nature of SCP-XXXX's anomaly is underway.
Addendum-XXXX-01 Continuation: Following this incident, SCP-XXXX has begun to display a tertiary anomaly. Periodically, SCP-XXXX will begin to show symptoms similar to those displayed in patients with transcendent identity disorder, with the exception that, while those with TID experience input from a single individual, SCP-XXXX has experienced input from different individuals over different effect periods. These symptoms last between three hours and approximately one week, and occur approximately once every two months. SCP-XXXX retains no memory of these effect periods after symptoms resolve.
SCP-XXXX-1 generated in this event, and during effect periods, contains lower concentrations of bodily fluids, and as such, higher concentrations of the unidentified substance. This has allowed for easier refinement and study of the substance. It has been found to have marked similarities to Compound 158-Alpha, and by extension, Compound ███-██████.
In light of this information, research is ongoing into the possibility of cross-contamination with SCP-████, and the ramifications of this event.
Addendum-XXXX-02: Acquisition
SCP-XXXX's anomalous properties were discovered by Agent John Castillo during a paid leave to visit his family in Palau. After learning of SCP-XXXX's condition and concluding that it warranted containment, Agent Castillo divulged sensitive information about the Foundation. He was able to convince SCP-XXXX to turn itself over to the Foundation, claiming that it could provide relief for the negative effects of SCP-XXXX's condition. SCP-XXXX hastily agreed. Due to Agent Castillo's unprofessional approach to SCP-XXXX's containment [refer to PROTOCOL-XII of Retrieval Code of Conduct], he was subsequently amnesticized, discharged from duty, and returned to the general populous.
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Item #: SCP-132
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-132 is to be accommodated in a 4 m x 3 m room located 8 kilometers below the surface level of Site-19. Walls of this room are to be lined with no less than 12 millimeters of SCP-148. The room contains standard living appliances and furniture, as well as a few luxuries, including a television (without cable), VCR, and DVD player. SCP-132 is given a moderate selection of entertainment consisting of literature, CDs, videocassettes, and DVDs. These forms of entertainment may only be those released prior to SCP-132's admission. SCP-132 has access to a computer terminal designed solely for communication with 2/132-███-███ and other qualified personnel.
The south wall of the room features a door which leads to a high-speed elevator with access to the surface. SCP-132 is to be accessed once every six (6) hours for nutritional sustenance and observation. SCP-132 is permitted to deny and therefore postpone up to two (2) tests in a 24-hour span. SCP-132 is permitted to temporarily leave special containment procedures under supervision of a single Level 1+ personnel. All personnel who interact with SCP-132 are to be evaluated to determine that they have no contemporary traumatic personal issues. If a dark fluid begins to ooze from SCP-132's eyes, nose, or mouth, SCP-132 is to immediately be escorted back to containment unless authoritative personnel elect the opportunity to perform examination.
Description: SCP-132 is an ethnic Palauan human female in her early to mid twenties, with a height of approximately 152 centimetres and a mass of approximately 52 kilograms. SCP-132 objects to being referred to by her SCP designation and prefers her own title, "Dolores". SCP-132 is of average intelligence, having an IQ of 113. SCP-132 is fluent in English and Palauan and can speak limitedly in Japanese. SCP-132 requires all the basic sustenances of a regular human: food, drink, sleep, etc. SCP-132 is diagnosed with esophageal peptic ulcer disease, but is otherwise completely healthy.
SCP-132, when successfully isolated from other humans, has a euthymic disposition. However, when in the direct presence of others, SCP-132 will accumulatively acquire the negative or positive dispositions of those present. SCP-132 apparently has no control over these abilities. The radius of this "affective absorption" is unknown. It has been recorded to reach ranges of 7800 kilometers, though the strength of the radius effectively decreases with altitude or depth.
Because of the vast numbers of those on Earth suffering outnumbering those flourishing, negative disposition frequently outweighs positive. SCP-148 has been found to help filter outside human affects. During these affective absorptions, SCP-132 will exude a dark, viscous liquid from her facial orifices. CAT scans have revealed this liquid to originate in the pharynx, although its ultimate origin is presently unknown. The amount of this fluid secreted is dependent upon how severely negative disposition outweighs the positive.
Analysis has shown that this liquid is composed 40% of bodily fluids (mucus, blood, bile, and cytoplasm) and most of the remainder an unidentified, black acid of pH 2.3. Unsurprisingly, SCP-132 will complain that this substance "burns the inside of her face". Other symptoms of SCP-132's affective absorption include migraines, depression, aches, nausea, convulsions, hypochondria, paranoia, hallucinations, and what have been substantiated to be factual visions. Visions are almost exclusively of past and present situations involving mass deaths. The severity of these symptoms varies depending on the level of negative affect SCP-132 experiences.
Addendum 132-01: SCP-132's room has been successfully installed with reinforcement of SCP-148 [see Addenda-148]. SCP-132 is responding well and no longer requires active access to antisymptomatic medications.
Addendum-132-02: SCP-132 has requested psychiatric conditioning of her abilities. Request approved. Acquisition of a qualified parapsychological psychiatrist is pending.
Document #132-1: Concerning SCP-132's discovery and admission.
SCP-132 was born in [DATA EXPUNGED], Palau, in 198█ and had lived there most of her life. She has reportedly experienced these absorption abilities for as long as she can remember. SCP-132 was discovered when Agent ████-████████ was vacationing in [DATA EXPUNGED], Palau, in 200█ and encountered SCP-132 displaying her odd behavior. Interested, Agent ████-████████ approached SCP-132 and inquired about her condition. Upon concluding that SCP-132 warranted Special Containment Procedures, he recommended SCP-132 submit herself to the Foundation, promising to suppress SCP-132's abilities. SCP-132 hastily agreed. Because of Agent ████-████████'s unprofessional approach to SCP-132's admission [refer to PROTOCOL-XII of Retrieval Code of Conduct], he was subsequently terminated.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be contained in a 2m x 2m x 5m containment crate composed of Material 42-Euthydemus within a containment cell at Site-53. This cell is also to be lined with Material 42-Euthydemus to serve as an emergency means of containment in the event that SCP-XXXX escapes its crate during feeding.
Twice daily, SCP-XXXX is to be fed one gallon of severed chicken heads by a remote drone of inorganic composition. No human personnel are allowed direct contact with SCP-XXXX for any reason.
In the event that SCP-XXXX breaches either the crate or the cell, Site-53's intercom system is to play a reading of Document XXXX-23 at 120 dB to immobilize SCP-XXXX until containment can be re-established.
It should be noted that, even with these advanced measures in place, these containment procedures are only 50% effective, and breach events have occurred with increasing frequency with 125 total personnel fatalities since containment. New containment measures are being prepared in the event that SCP-XXXX displays adaptive abilities, as implied in Document XXXX-23.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a carnivorous organism of indeterminate species and composition. Witness accounts have compared its appearance to that of a blurred distortion of objects around them. The most common feature in eyewitness accounts depicts two mandible-like sections of "hard air" used to maul victims.
SCP-XXXX is believed to only partially exist in this iteration of reality due to the fact that it is incorporeal and only occasionally tangible. It is a highly effective and opportunistic predator of humans, but will only eat heads. It is capable of instantaneous movement across long distances, and can break open a human skull and consume a subject's brain matter in less than 20 seconds. The only known material capable of restraining SCP-XXXX for a long amount of time is Material 42-Euthydemus. Audio recordings of Document XXXX-23 also seem to temporarily disable SCP-XXXX's movement.
It was initially discovered in the library of ████████████ University, having cleared the building of occupants during Incident 513-AFF. Mobile Task Force Nu-7 "Hammer Down" was summoned to contain an actively hostile anomalous object. After a six-day standoff, a prototype of Material 42-Euthydemus was devised based on interactions with SCP-XXXX and documentation found onsite from its presumed origin point in the office of Dr. Bartok Sinclair, and temporary containment was established.
Addendum - Documentation from Incident 513-AFF:
Document XXXX-23
Day 47 - The Theory of Everything is nearing completion. Never thought I'd see the day when I'd be saying that.
What amazes me with this logical process I've devised is that I don't even have to do much of the thinking. I've created a self-sustaining idea, one that can think itself. A philosophical singularity, as it were. We'll see if this can go beyond a mere curiosity as time goes.
I wonder if it will tell me the meaning of life someday? It had better.
Day 48 - Cannot think straight. So many answers at once. The Theory's growing up big and strong. Big and strong.
I look at my original source material and it hurts. Possible negative reaction to redundancy. He wants new information. The Theory's a "he". He said so.
He wants out. He can't get out, he's an idea. What the hell, is it going to plop on my desk and wish to be a real boy or something? I hated Pinocchio.
He sustains himself. But he needs more power. I'm starting to think one brain won't be enough for this idea to reach its full potential.
Day 49 i believe my brain is literally being eaten away from the inside
i do not use "literally" lightly
the idea built himself a body
he says he's hungry
Could-have-beens and Neverweres.
Bizarre Whether + Sky Pirates tropes for my challenge.
"Whimsical Pain" for Soulless' challenge.
Pangloss/makers of music crossover for macleod's ill-advised challenge.
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