- The Right Thing To Do
- White Elephant
- The Box
- Bag Limit
- TDP
- Extra Attacker
- Manufactured Souls
- Ethics Engine
- Dream Insurance
- Children with Dynamite
- Excerpts from Convention regarding the Use of Esoteric and Anomalous Weapons in War
- OCT 3:
- Dead Assertion
- A Witness to All Your Sins
- Unname
- Cooking the Books
- dx86
- Brinkmanship
- Shots in the Dark
- Kolmogorov Complexity
- Golden Arches Theory of Conflict Prevention
- County Coroner
- Christmastime for Crackpots
- Retroactive Deletion
- And I Make It Just Close Enough to the Truth That You Go For It Every Time
- Black Helicopters
- Setting Sun (OLD)
- A Buried Hatchet
- Amercian Ex. Ex.
- Spark
- The Lines are Drawn Micro
- Unusual Demands - Alternate
- A Normal Day at the Office
- Unusual Demands
- Panic Box
- Anomalous Radio Station
- Bad ideas
- Lazar's Tables of Standardization
- Lazar's Bits and Pieces
A negative verdict from the Ethics Committee was not an unanticipated result. Pavel Bessonov knew from the moment he picked up the phone that it was both a desperate gamble, and that it would, regardless of outcome, certainly end his career. Site Directors with moral streaks rapidly found themselves quietly sacked and amnesticized or exiled to positions of no consequence. The ongoing siege was the only thing between him and a posting in Siberia.
Pavel had seen the case transcript - or, at least, what hadn't been thoroughly obscured by RAISA censors. He could read between the thick black bars that Leningrad, a city he had known by three names, was but another victim of the tit-for-tat endemic to this particular iteration of the Ethics Committee. The human cost of the siege meant little to such men beyond how it might leveraged against one or another's empathy for their former countrymen. And how could it? Ethics men were always sequestered away from the world, buried in comfortable if not lavish bunkers underneath remote mountains. 'To separate them from worldly issues and allow them to focus on the underlying problem' had been the explanation, but it seemed obvious in hindsight that awareness of those 'worldly issues' would lead to better (or at least more compassionate) outcomes.
Ordinarily, this would just be another regrettable cost of doing business. He had lived through the Great War and the civil wars, and made hard choices. Much had been sacrificed to keep this godforsaken factory hidden, especially in the Terror years, and he refused to believe that it was all for nothing, or worse, mere archival. The men condemned to the firing squad or the gulag could not have been sacrificed for that.
There had been famine before. '32-'33 was especially bad, across the whole country, but he had been persuaded at that time to continue the policy of concealment. They at least had a point, at that time - Factory No. 4 had no hope of relieving any significant portion of the famine, and the desperate Reds would almost certainly kill the metaphorical goose to access whatever gold was inside. He and his staff continued to eat well even as his neighbors starved.
But now was an entirely different situation. If there was desperation on the part of the Soviets, it would certainly be tempered with wartime gratitude. The factory could also significantly increase the local food supply, if not the national one. It would even be reasonable to assume that the factory had been established with the potential for such a siege in mind.
If there was ever a time for Factory No. 4 to see usage, it was now. The only thing between him and salvation was the 3-2 split ruling of bureaucrats trying to use the withered corpses of the nameless thousands to remind each other of the consequences of non-cooperation.
The city had wasted away around him for weeks, and, if nothing was done, it would die. The word 'archival' came back to him. Is that all this was really for? Pavel wondered. If he didn't die here in the next month, or next year from the war, would he instead die here another ten or twenty years down the line? Would it make a difference either way?
'Making a difference'; he mused on that particular phrase, involuntarily tensing while trying to determine if the shaking above him was shelling or merely inclement weather. Most organizations want to make a difference in people's lives; the Foundation has gone to great lengths to avoid it.
He had been through the indoc, a long time ago. He certainly understood the overall rationale behind this strategy of non-intervention, and perhaps, at one time, believed it. But spending your years at the helm of a site, one gets a much better glimpse at the bigger picture than any researcher or senior administrator really ought to. Pavel had long recognized that his organization, like every other, was composed of people; more specifically, people with, no doubt, a degree of devotion to the cause, but a larger degree toward their own agendas. This was as true for the small bakery around the corner, to the party men that consistently accepted his suspiciously generous bribes, and to those whom he had placed that particularly fruitless phone call.
It was all farce, and it always had been. Avoiding interference in the mundane world had always been the mission statement, yes, but that particular veil had been pierced many a time for much more whimsical reasons. How many more equally worthy causes had been doomed by the same process? How many lives could have been spared at Nanking?
But now he was in a unique position. The powers that been had no ability to enforce the decision rendered - that task fell to himself. If such a decision were subverted, or even simply ignored, it would be impossible to reverse.
The encrypted telegram containing the Ethics Committee result also included an additional personal note, instructing him to 'do the right thing'.
He assured them that he would.
The first obstacle was his personal secretary.
"You do realize this is probably treason."
"It's the right thing to do."
"When has been doing the right thing ever been part of the Foundation's modus operandi?"
"That's not the point."
"Then what is?"
"I'm not going to let them starve to death out there when we're incinerating 'anomalous waste products' that could save lives."
"That is definitely treason."
"And you didn't hear anything about it."
"Why?"
"Because I fired you this morning."
"That's news to me."
"Heads are going to roll if - when they find out what I'm doing. You're not going to want any part of that."
"I can cover for you. Temporary insanity - something."
"Sounds like a great way to end up in a gulag. Your desk is cleaned out, there's transit papers that should get you over Lake Ladoga and into Moscow. Slap Director Niskov across the face for me when you get there."
"I'm not leaving Leningrad."
"I also have presigned reprimands and transfer orders for 3rd Battalion of the 2nd Guards.
"That's a penal unit."
"I'm not sure I'd recommend it."
"You asshole."
"You can thank me later. Send Lizinsky to me on your way out."
"You sent for me, sir?"
"You're a good kid. Alexsandr, right? Junior agent?"
"Sub-Junior, sir. They had to press trainees into service, y'know, because of the war, and they didn't want to give them the full rank."
"I have some very exact instructions for you to follow. Do you think you can handle it?"
"I can follow instructions."
"Do you know room 603?"
"It's one of the old offices, before they pulled all the nonessential people. Mostly storage now."
"In my official capacity as a site supervisor, I have determined that every item in that room is anomalous. Given that we're short-staffed, I need you to draft the containment procedures."
"I-I-I-"
"Don't worry, they're not dangerous. Well, at least not as dangerous as the rest of Leningrad. They're just man-intensive. Say, ten people per item. No specialized training or anything, anyone can do. Weird little anomalies, they are. Do you follow what I am saying?"
"I'm afraid I really, _really_ don't, sir."
"Good, that will save you in the court-martial. Just draft them up, I'll certify them. Give them provisional names starting 'P', no need to get these mixed into circulation."
"But- Everything? Even the furniture and shelving?"
"It's the furniture and shelving you have to watch out for."
"Job posting? What sort of job posting?"
"It's some kind of underground factory - they had the time to build an underground factory, and but not a bomb shelter?"
"Sounds about right for the party- you're missing the point, they're actually paying something useful for once!"
"What, they're pre-boiling the rubles? No, real food! Borscht, in jars!"
"Pavlov, you have a terrible sense of humor."
"I'm serious - some praporshchik with a clipboard was signing people up at Liteyny Bridge!"
"Sounds like a scam to me - they probably cut up one man to feed the other ten."
"At those odds, I'll take my chances."
"I was told about a man with a clipboard and some work."
"What a coincidence, I have a clipboard and I have some work. Name?"
"Pazalski."
"Occupation?"
"Pipefitter. Lots of work, not enough pipes."
"Do you have a family?"
"Yes I do, sir, a wife and two daughters. My wife is sick, you see- Your daughters, how old are they?"
"6 and 11, but the older one, she is very clever, I'm sure she could be of some use to- there is no need to cajole comrade, I have work for all four of you."
"You can't be serious. This is farce. What kind of trick are you trying to pull here?"
"I assure you, Mr. Pazalski, this offer is legitimate. The party has authorized me-
"Don't take me for a fool, I fought honorably against the Poles in '20 and I'll see you- there's no need for threats Mr. Pazalski, this is strictly above board. If you'd let me finish my statement, the party has authorized me to pay in advance."
"How many ration tickets?"
"Three jars."
"My family is at your service, Mr…"
"Just call me Pavel, Mr. Pazalski."
"For three jars, I'll call you whatever you like."
"Who came up with the propaganda writing bit?"
"That was Tarja."
"I guess it takes a Finn to think outside the box like that. Plausibly absurd enough for the Party to actually pay for it, loose enough to fit the conprocs, no special skills required."
"Who knows, they might actually come up with something useful."
"Did I hear our instructions correctly?"
"Come up with new motivational propaganda, and some rule about no one leaving - yeah, only one person can leave the room at a time until we're relieved, or no one gets paid."
"With what they're paying, I'd strip naked and sing The Internationale if they wanted."
"Don't give them any ideas. If I see any posters with 'Strip naked: sing the Internationale' next month, I'm blaming you."
"Okay, serious ideas now. Might as well earn our pay."
FILLER
"There is no land beyond the Neva? What about Petrozavodsk?"
"It's not meant to be literal. Neva's an awkward river for that, though, you'd need something north/south."
"Dneiper?"
"That'd be a fantastic choice, except the fascists overran that months ago."
"Don? Volga?"
"'There is no land beyond the Volga' has a nice ring to it, but if they get to the Volga I think we've already lost."
"So, let me get this straight. You 'classified' a bunch of objects that you were pretty sure were anomalous, applied the thinnest of containment procedures, and hired hundreds, if not thousands of 'auxiliaries' for daily quarter shifts, and paying in food?"
"More or less."
"You do know what this means."
"A kangaroo court that ends with me shot against a post? Well, we're in the right country for it, I suppose."
"Worse than that - the Soviets are going to realize that a bunch of people that were starving three weeks ago, aren't. The death rate will collapse without apparent cause."
"What a tragedy."
"What do you think will happen when they find out? That we took Factory No. 4 from them when they weren't looking, and tens of thousands have died as a result?"
"Better late than never."
"Ever the optimist. Okay, sure, let's assume that the Soviets have an uncharacteristic change of heart and decide to forgive us for the mass murder we have perpetuated, instead shooting all of us against a post. What will the Nazis think when they learn that we have been materially aiding their sworn enemy?"
"This is solely humanitarian aid, for the people of Leningrad, not the Soviets."
"What makes you think they'll appreciate the distinction? The looting of your local historical sites, or the ongoing massacres across the country?"
"You make it sound like we should be helping the Soviets."
"What side we should be supporting is irrelevant, because this not our war. Secure, Contain, Protect. You sound like a commissar, spouting off patriotic slogans without context. If Protect does not refer to people, what is the point of it all?"
"The world does not end with Leningrad. It will end if we fail."
"The poor sods on keter duty, maybe -"
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: ████████████
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX containment procedures are a classified as SCI/LANCASTER and have special procedures and clearances required to access them. Please contact your supervisor if you require more information regarding SCP-XXXX.
SCP-XXXX is currently in custody of Wilson's Wildlife Solutions. Until conditions of "Boring Agreement Amendment #15" are met:
- No containment assistance should be rendered.
- Interference with law enforcement or other government agencies regarding WWS operations is suspended.
- Sales of specialized radiological goods and equipment are restricted.
Description: SCP-XXXX refers to a single instance of Loxodonta pumilio (Pygmy elephant) composed primarily of 92% enriched plutonium segmented with stainless steel and cadmium. This results in several unusual effects:
- In order to sustain its mass, SCP-XXXX consumes (preferably unstable) radioisotopes and excretes more stable parts of Pu-239's decay chain, typically Pb-207.
- SCP-XXXX appears to suffer from a mange-like condition, causing unstable Pu-239 decay products to flake off and contaminate its local environment.
- Despite the segmentation, certain bodily geometries and plutonium allotrope configurations may result in criticality excursions without warning.
After examination and an observation period, SCP-XXXX was transferred to WWS per the Boring Agreement.
Sent by: James Carson
Recipient(s): Lauren Wilkins
Date: 02/20/2019
Lauren,
I'm kind of concerned about this newest one the supervisors dropped in our lap. We're volunteer-staffed, and no one is equipped for the radiological hazards this guy is going to bring. Not to mention the logistical problems - I guess we can try to get expired radiomedicine from local hospitals, but that will only go so far.
I know that in God's eyes (and more importantly, Tim's) all animals are equal, no matter how normal or weird they may be - but we might need to take a pass on this one. Pygmy elephants need roaming area, and there's no way for him do that without contaminating our preserve.
James Carson
Wilson's Wildlife Solutions
Sent by: Lauren Wilkins
Recipient(s): James Carson
Date: 02/21/2019
Jimmy,
I know it's a tall order, but we're at a critical point in negotiations with the supervisors. They're trying to push through an amendment for greater oversight on their part, which would be bad for everyone - bad for us, bad for the critters, bad for Boring. It doesn't matter how much we point to previous successes or why the Agreement is structured the way it is - they want more assurances that things are being done by the book. There's significant worry on their part that our standards are slipping and we're not up to the task anymore. Asking for assistance here lends credence to that assertion, however baseless it may be. That being said… I agree, we're really not equipped for this, and this a disaster waiting to happen.
Get the lead X-ray vests, and don't let anyone but core staff and maybe our most trusted volunteers anywhere near it. I'll drive down to military surplus in the morning and see what kind of MOPP gear I can dig up.
Just hold on to it for a couple weeks, maybe months, and we can give it back. Just to show that we're a big boy/girl preserve that can handle anything they can throw at us.
Don't worry about feeding it just yet - I have a plan for that. Use the radiomedicine for now, but I should have an 'alternate source' that will start supplying us promptly.
Lauren Wilkins
Wilson's Wildlife Solutions
Sent by: James Carson
Recipient(s): Lauren Wilkins
Date: 02/27/2019
Lauren,
It's been okay so far, but we're getting really funny looks running around here in MOPP gear like we're in the chemical warfare portion of Able Archer 83. Thank God the guy KOPB sent over to investigate was Klaus, he's going to run interference for the media folks before someone thinks we're some kind of doomsday militia.
I don't know where you've been getting this 'food', but he seems to like it well enough and I know better than to ask questions. Especially with all the labels scratched out and everything.
I called in a favor and got some of the fancier Geiger counters from University of Oregon - now we can at least try to quantify how much contamination this guy is bringing in.
Also, they finally named it. 'Cherry', after Chernobyl. Someone's got an unfortunate sense of humor.
James Carson
Wilson's Wildlife Solutions
Sent by: James Carson
Recipient(s): Lauren Wilkins
Date: 06/29/2019
Lauren,
We've managed for the moment, but things are really coming apart at the seams here. Everyone who works with him consistently - myself included - is getting nauseous and sick. I think it's some kind of mild radiation poisoning, which would be horrifying if it weren't just the cost of doing business. I've run around with those Geiger counters a bit, and the poor thing is shedding little radioactive metal bits everywhere. Our critters can probably take it, but I don't know if the volunteers can. EPA probably ain't too happy either, but they'd probably have bigger worries with WWS than a little inadvertant dumping.
I'm willing to eat a little cancer risk to keep the lights on out here, but current procedure around Cherry needs changes and updates and probably new equipment and better-trained folks working with him.
James Carson
Wilson's Wildlife Solutions
Sent by: Lauren Wilkins
Recipient(s): James Carson
Date: 07/02/2019
Jimmy,
Supervisors are stonewalling. I'll plead with Tim to start diverting funding or maybe even recruit some outside experts, but it looks like Cherry (cute name!) is here to stay for at least a bit.
The contamination is worrying, but so's everything in this business.
Lauren Wilkins
Wilson's Wildlife Solutions
Sent by: Clare Mizak
Recipient(s): Lauren Wilkins
Date: 07/06/2019
Lauren,
James is out on long-term medical leave. He's seriously sick. Someone was able to pin a lead jacket to Cherry - I don't think he likes it much, but it makes us a little safer. We can work through it. I think.
Also, the local fish-and-game cop was calling on behalf of the EPA. He's not on the 'approved' list, if you know what I mean. Has that ever happened before?
Clare Mizak
Wilson's Wildlife Solutions
Sent by: Lauren Wilkins
Recipient(s): Clare Mizak
Date: 07/07/2019
Clare,
That's a shame about Jimmy, hopefully he comes back soon. I don't know why the EPA is calling. Delay him as long as possible, I'll try and get the supervisors to intercede. This sort of government interference is unusual. We're not called Boring, Oregon for nothing.
Lauren Wilkins
Wilson's Wildlife Solutions
Sent by: Clare Mizak
Recipient(s): Lauren Wilkins
Date: 07/10/2019
Lauren,
Something is really wrong here. Department of Homeland Security is on the line, too. They want us to turn over all records, particularly anything relating to Trojan Nuclear Plant out near Rainier. I know we can't do that. They're going to serve a warrant if we don't. I know Tim did some sketchy things in the past, but this is well beyond me. What's going on here?
Clare Mizak
Wilson's Wildlife Solutions
Sent by: John Clark
Recipient(s): Clare Mizak
Date: 07/10/2019
Clare,
Lauren's off the deep end. She's shredded all her documents, torched her office hut, left a crypitc note about the supervisors setting us up for failure, and took an unscheduled, 'long vacation' in Belarus after cleaning funds out of her personal accounts. Also left a note trying to apologize about the feeding troubles Cherry's going to have now, not sure what that was about.
Also, we're getting a card for Jimmy's son. Come by and sign it when you can.
John Clark
Wilson's Wildlife Solutions
What is our goal? "Secure-Contain-Protect?" That's a motto, not an objective. It's also deliberately vague - what are we securing, containing, and protecting? Humanity? Reality? The status quo?
If your answer is any of those things, your optimism is admirable. The only object that the Foundation can successfully apply any of those actions is 'anomaly'. We can secure, contain, and protect anomalies. We certainly try to preserve the status quo, and while reality hasn't failed quite yet, and humanity has been necessarily trampled underfoot.
But when this all comes crashing down, there will be nothing any of us can do stop it. All we can do is delay the inevitable.
That sometimes means making hard choices. We have only made it this far because we did not compromise. Every comfort discarded, every pain suffered, every life taken quietly buys another fifteen minutes for the gears of the world to continue turning.
Any concessions to the GOI commonly known as Wilson's Wildlife Solutions flew in the face of this objective, and our predecessors made a mistake in believing they could trade a little security for a little humanity by cooperating with this group.
While WWS can claim they provide the same level of security through cooperation, it should be plain to see that they cannot, and that only by the grace of God have we survived this far with their dangerously lax attitude toward not only the safety of anomalies they pretend to secure, but those beyond the veil in the communities they live in.
Whatever gain WWS could claim to provide in efficiency is pointless to the Foundation. There are no real budgetary constraints - if we didn't already have infinite leverage upon and the gratitude of the powerful, or control sources of infinite wealth already, we could print money indistinguishable from the mints. If you're reading this, you should have figured out by now that any 'budgetary constraint' is nothing more than a useful fiction to keep everyone plausibly tethered to a comfortable untruth: that we are an international NGO that does a bit of research and a bit of private military and a bit of private prison, but not substantially different from anyone else, other than the anomalies.
We are an all-powerful organization in the world we understand, inexorably drifting towards an apocalypse from the world we do not. This awkward middle ground requires a change in thinking at a high level. Ethics and morality cannot be the concern of the insect mere inches beneath the boot - only self-preservation.
The Foundation is the last, best hope for a humanity that will persist, in one form or another. We have discarded everything in pursuit of that self-preservation. To compromise is the spit upon those that did not.
I hope we have the made the justification behind SILVER SCALPEL perfectly clear.
- O5-█, O5-█, O5-██
O5-8: Why exactly are we recording this?
O5-11: Because they need to know this wasn't an accident.
O5-3: And someone deserves to know why we did this.
O5-8: That should be obvious to anyone with two braincells to rub together.
O5-3: Unfortunately, not everyone does.
O5-11: And even if they were, they're not necessarily strong enough to make the right choice.
O5-8: Is our choice right?
O5-11: Does it matter? We crossed that particular Rubicon when we set this all in motion.
O5-3: Right about the time you formed this little cabal and siphoned the nuclear material off of-
O5-8: No need to spill all of our secrets. And don't think you can take this opportunity to smear me as the sole originator of this scheme - it wouldn't have happened without 11 directing the Disinformation Bureau to run interference against ourselves and you yourself sourcing the anartist talent to make SCP-XXXX a reality.
O5-11: We wouldn't be here if we didn't all believe in what we did needed to be done.
O5-3: 11's right. Whatever banter we share here for the benefit of those that come after us, we - as a group - do not believe we made a mistake.
O5-8: I suppose we should get on with the manifesto, then.
O5-3: Let's start with the obvious part - the Boring Agreement was a mistake.
O5-11: The worst trade deal in the history of trade deals, maybe ever.
O5-11: Whatever we gained in perceived efficiency with WWS we lost in security
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX has been contained in place at Site-102, which has been isolated from telecommunications as well as the local grid.
As a final failsafe, Site-102 has been equipped with a Miralka-class nuclear device1
Description:
Ivo Nakonovich should have known from experience that the answers he sought would not be found at the bottom of bottle, but it wouldn't stop him from trying.
Disinformation Bureau field agents had a lot of leeway in terms of decorum, but even this was pushing it.
"It's 12:15 and you're drinking scotch?"
"As my old manager used to say, if you're not drinking at noon, you can't drink all day."
"I'm not sure that advice was meant to be taken to heart." He lifted a half-empty bottle, tottering at the edge of the end table. "Cutty Sark, seriously?"
"Hey, don't knock the Sark. It's a respectable scotch."
"What is this, a Murakami novel? I know you can afford single-malt."
"I don't see any little people or questionably written sex scenes, so no. Besides, it's nostalgic. It's a reminder of how I got here."
"How does a $20 bottle of scotch remind you of-?"
"Classified."
"Seriously?"
"Asking about it again may be reported to the facility security officer."
"I've read the file. Tried to, anyway."
"And?"
"It reads like a prank fax with some prepositions sprinkled in."
"I think you're exagerr- no, I am not. Page 12. The only words I can read on this page are 'on', 'after', 'the', and a picture of a separately redacted fax, labeled 'Exhibit BLACKBOX'."
"And that was when you shot him."
"Yeah. That's when I shot him."
"You killed your best friend in cold blood."
"I know you've been altering the death count. Why?"
"I can't leave this job."
"There's a radical freedom joke in there somewhere."
"Sure, poke fun at the precondemned."
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: The original SCP-XXXX materials are stored in a high-security vault in Site-74. Access to SCP-XXXX is strictly controlled. Please contact your supervisor if you require access to SCP-XXXX.
Description:
SCP-XXXX is the technical data package (TDP) for manufacturing ████████, a highly anomalous product. It requires no unusual components, only a selection of ma
SCP-XXXX is currently in use with SCP-2000.
"That can only mean -This was a setup from the start."
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-XXXX is
Description: SCP-XXXX refer
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Thaumiel
Special Containment Procedures: Containment focuses on maintaining absolute secrecy of its existence.
Except for O-5 members with clearance for SCP-XXXX, and SCP-XXXX staff, SCP-XXXX does not exist. Internal disinformation campaigns are currently in place to undermine efforts to discover the true nature of SCP-XXXX.
The first level of disinformation is that the Foundation Ethics Committee is staffed by personnel listed in the above document. These personnel are actually members of the SCP-XXXX production staff. See Document XXXX-1 for disinformation levels for non SCP-XXXX affiliated Foundation employees.
Protocol XXXX-Makron is in effect. Liquidation of Foundation employees should be avoided if it at all possible.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a network of ████ large-scale quantum computers created with the assistance of SCP-914. Its purpose is to simulate future effects of Foundation actions.
Description: SCP-XXXX remains under perpetual development at Sanity Challenged Productions, a small software development firm located in [REDACTED]. A 50 km radius around has been designated a Class-1 anomaly exclusion zone.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-XXXX consists of two parts: cancellation of SCP-XXXX policies and restriction of SCP-XXXX-A's advertisement and business activities.
Should existing policies take effect, any documentation regarding a particular SCP-XXXX instance should be destroyed at earliest opportunity.
Any sources of apparent SCP-XXXX-A advertisement or services should be investigated thoroughly and shut down.
Description: SCP-XXXX is an anomalous legal instrument, colloquially referred to as "dream insurance", that guarantees the transmission of consciousness to the Oneiroi Collective after subject expiration, if the subject expires while asleep. Mechanism of transition is currently unknown, but can be verified through [REDACTED].
The purpose of taking such policies is advertised to be avoiding the permanent cessation of consciousness. What occurs in the absence of a policy during subject expiration is unknown.
A daughter of a VIP is coached on her new identity, how to behave, who she'll be working for, and other fatherly/motherly advice. She will be an aide for a mid-level Foundation flunky.
Sketchy anhacker is requested to recreate a 1970s era CIA transponder. After no explanation and some coercion, he complies.
6 down-on-their-luck anartists get an pseudonymous tipoff and a so-called 'trump card'. Their intention is to take staff hostage at a local 3ports conference, with their primary hostage a mid-level Foundation flunky, and extract funding for their life of mostly-hedonism and sometimes-anart. This path is not one without apprehension, but the potential funding and the revelation that one of them owes serious money to illegal bookie (insert well-known crime syndicate here).
They aren't told what the trump card is, and are given exacting and cryptic instructions for its 'use'. The overriding instruction is to never look at what is underneath the shroud.
Sketchy anhacker is shot. Police investigate, but it's a professional hit.
The hostage scenario kicks on. Already things go awry - One hostage-taker is shot dead by security, and the indebted one is wounded. After fighting off security, the intended targets - the Foundation staff - are secured. The daughter of the VIP is among them. Approximately 200, slightly less secured, trapped in the main hall.
Hostage negotiations begin. Anartists place their demands. The Foundation pressures 3ports law enforcement heavily to resolve the situation, but refuses to compromise it's "Don't negotiate with terrorists" outlook.
Internal discussion of the intentions between the anartist's mysterious benefactors.
In desperation, anartists declare their trump card, and pan a TV camera to its shrouded form. Foundation observers on the scene quickly recognize the transponder - it's the CIA's master copy of SCP-571 from [Name, Rank, Serial Number, thought to be buried in a collapsed salt mine in Nevada. The observers in question guard this information jealously, and refuse to divulge it to the 3ports authorities. The Foundation strategy changes - instead of wanting this hushed up, they insist on the use of their MTF Greek Symbol-Number "Collateral Damage" to 'resolve the situation'. The nuclear option - the closing of borders between 3ports and the rest of the US - is threatened.
The anartists begin to break down.
"Collateral Damage" cooks up a scheme that makes sense in the light of the threat present within the shroud, but otherwise horrifies 3ports officials. Notably, it only allows 15 minutes for everyone to evacuate the large insert historical building here before the building is collapsed to prevent the outbreak of a 'dangerous memetic hazard'.
The plan goes through. "Collateral Damage" accomplishes their mission and gets their VIP out, along with most of the Foundation staff. Two anartists surrender - the rest go out guns blazing. Total deaths unknown, but at least 70 MIA. Media frenzy.
End result: Foundation looks for mole, more open resistance to the Foundation across the anomalous world. The mysterious benefactors pat themselves on the back for completing their objective.
The family of an anartist mourn their loss.
CONVENTION REGARDING THE USE OF ESOTERIC AND ANOMALOUS WEAPONS IN WAR
This Convention, composed of UN and other representatives,
Acknowledging that, while expending every effort to preserve peace, situations will arise where the use of force of arms could not be averted;
Realizing that the revelation of esoteric technologies, many of which have destructive powers beyond comprehension, could jeopardize humanity as a whole;
Desiring to, in the spirit of our forefathers at the First and Second Peace Conferences more than a century ago, ensure the continuing progress of humanity and civilization;
Having deemed it necessary to extend and clarify previous regulations in regards to these new developments;
The following Nations and other Non-State Actors have signed and ratified this Convention:
(list of signatories)
Who, after having deposited their full powers, found in good and due form, have agreed upon the following:
Article 1.
Military and paramilitary forces of Nations and Organizations party to this Convention shall conform to the Regulations set forth in this present Convention.
Article 2.
Regulations set forth by this document shall apply if and only if all belligerents are signatories of this present Convention.
Article 3.
The violation of Regulations set forth in this document by any Signatories shall be held liable and subject to military tribunal.
Noncompliance among Signatories may be considered a valid casus belli.
Article 4.
This Convention should be considered an additional set of conditions to prior Conventions. Neither the 1907 or the 1899 Conventions should be considered supplanted by this Convention.
Prior Conventions remain in force, even to non-signatories of this Convention.
Annex to the Convention
Convention regarding the Use of Esoteric and Anomalous Weapons in War
SECTION I
ON ANOMALOUS WEAPONS
Chapter I
On Mind-Affecting Weapons
Article 1.
Mind-affecting weapons are those that can affect the cognitive capacities of enemy combatants.
Cognitohazardous weapons are those who mind-affecting effects manifest after the sight, sound, touch, taste, or smell is recognized by an enemy combatant.
The use of mind-affecting or cognitohazardous weapons is allowed, provided they meet the following conditions:
They do not cause unnecessary suffering;
They carry no residual risk of complications resulting from the use of said weapons after the conflict is concluded;
They have no capacity to deliberately induce friendly-fire incidents.
They are not used to place enemy combatants under the impression that a truce or armistice has taken effect.
Article 2.
The use of such weapons against those hors de combat is allowed, provided that they following the above provisions and that they are used in a pacifying and non-lethal manner.
The use of such weapons against non-combatants is prohibited except in cases of siege or bombardment, within which the rules of sieges and bombardments apply, and occupied populations, in which case the occupation rules apply.
Article 3.
Memetic weapons are those whose mind-affecting effects are self-propagating.
Infohazardous weapons are those whose effects occur when described or referred to in addition to direct perception.
The use of memetic or infohazardous weapons is prohibited.
Development or undisclosed possession of memetic or infohazardous weapons will be considered a gross violation of this Convention.
Chapter II
On other Anomalous Weapons
Article 4.
The use of weapons who are considered sentient or sapient is allowed, provided that such weapons have the capability to consent to their own usage, provide that consent, and that they meet the conditions set forth in prior conventions.
The use of autonomous weapons who cannot be considered sentient or sapient is prohibited.
Article 5.
The use of time-altering, including time-traveling, weapons is prohibited.
The use of anomalous weapons that do no fit into the above categories, but still considered anomalous, is allowed, provided they meet the regulations set forth in prior conventions.
The development of non-compliant weapons, even if unused, will be considered a violation of this Convention.
Liability for unintended consequences of the use of such anomalies lies with user.
Annex to the Convention
Convention regarding the Use of Esoteric and Anomalous Weapons in War
SECTION IV
ON THE USE OF ANOMALIES IN RUSES OF WAR, SIEGE, AND BOMBARDMENTS
Chapter I
The Use of Anomalies in Ruses of War
Article 26.
The use of anomalies to mask combatants or other wartime equipment under internationally protected symbols, or under the guise of toys, food or drink, religious or culturally significant objects and locations, or medical equipment, is prohibited.
The use of anomalies to mask combatants to appear as friendly or non-belligerent forces is prohibited.
Article 27.
The use of anomalies in ruses of war is permissible, provide that the following conditions are met:
Such anomalies do not violate regulations set forth in this or prior conventions;
They do not inflict unnecessary psychological pain or superfluous psychic injury on enemy combatants;
They do not disrupt or conflate perception in way that could be confused with internationally recognized symbols.
Chapter II
The Use of Anomalies in Siege and Bombardment
Article 28.
The use of anomalies in bombardment or analogous operation are permissible, provided the following conditions are met:
The authorities of the city must be notified in advance of the kind of anomaly being used;
The anomaly in use is not prohibited by the regulation set forth in this Convention;
The anomaly has no capability of directly destroying, damaging or otherwise altering medical facilities, places of historical, religious or scientific significance, provided that they are not in use in a military capacity;
Civilians are not intentionally targeted.
Article 29.
The use of anomalies in defense against bombardment or siege is permissible, provided they follow the regulations set forth in this Convention.
Annex to the Convention
Convention regarding the Use of Esoteric and Anomalous Weapons in War
SECTION IX
ON THE USE OF ANOMALIES IN MILITARILY RELEVANT NONCOMBAT ROLES
Chapter I
The Use of Anomalies in Occupation
Article 60.
The use of memetic anomalies on civilian populations of any kind is prohibited.
The use of such anomalies on friendly or neutral soldiers is prohibited
The use of such anomalies on prisoners of war, both lawful and unlawful combatants, is prohibited.
Article 61.
The use of mind-affecting anomalies on civilian populations is permitted, provided the following conditions are met:
Such anomalies have no intended permanent effects;
Such anomalies do not impede free will directly e.g. mind control;
Such anomalies are not used to compromise individual freedoms such as conscientious objector status;
The ill effects of such anomalies are kept to a minimum;
Other regulations regarding the use of mind-affecting anomalies are followed.
Article 62.
The use of memory-affecting anomalies is permitted provided that any memory loss or creation is not permanent and may be reversed at a later date, and that they follow the Regulations set forth regarding use of mind-affecting anomalies.
Chapter II
The Use of Anomalies in Wartime Production
Article 63.
The use of anomalies in wartime production is permissible, provided following conditions are met:
Such anomalies containing binding contracts must be freely entered into by the contract holders;
Such contracts are not entered into under false pretenses;
Such anomalies do not require require human or sapient sacrifice or lifespan partitioning;
Burnt offerings and blood sacrifices are permissible.
Article 64.
Circumventing the provisions of this Convention through importation of arms or other equipment from non-signatories is prohibited.
Chapter III
Uses of Anomalies in Areas not Specified
Article 65.
The use of anomalies of any sort in the course of prisoner exchange, peace, truce or armistice negotiation, or capitulation negotiation, is prohibited.
Article 66.
The use of anomalies in espionage is permissible, restricted as specified in prior articles, but this does not confer lawful combatant status.
CONVENTION REGARDING THE USE OF ESOTERIC AND ANOMALOUS WEAPONS IN WAR
Article 9.
Fresh from the Waiting Room, Craggs had been allocated a temporary office with which to set up. Her new husband database administrator in tow. A site supervisor peers in.
"You know that SQL query is going to take, like hours to run."
"Fine. Let it run."
A knock on the glass.
"Not like I can open the door. Come in."
"PoI-7701-
"Ah! my favorite site supervisor and wedding observer, to what do I owe pleasure of this visit?"
An eye roll.
Seeing as you're going to be free for a few hours… we have an MTF candidate, and you do happen to be-"
"Free? Maybe. Depends what I'm teaching."
"Interrogation techniques."
"Are you sure you want me for this? Last time I taught interrogations, they put me in solitary for a month."
"We have been informed that your have special.. expertise… in this area. Please exercise cau-"
"You have absolutely nothing to worry about!"
Her tone of voice and gleeful expression did not inspire confidence.
"This is Tomàs Rey. He's most of his way to being an MTF agent."
"Good to meet you."
"I'm Dr. Craggs. I'm pretty sure my reputation precedes me."
"Yes. It does."
"Excellent. I can assure you that everything said about me factually true."
"Everything?"
"Everything."
"So, give me the background."
"Dr. James Harris, he's part of some CI spy ring. We need him to name names."
"Defector or spy?"
"Why does that matter?"
"No reason. Payback time in either case. How expendable?"
"I'm told you're the interrogator of last resort."
"I see."
The unlucky soul sat motionless on the table, unawares of the unpleasantness soon to be visited on him. Or just about anything else.
"What exactly are we looking for, ma'am?"
"Well, José-"
"Tomàs."
"-looking for any signs of biological tampering. Drug use, any signs of coercion. Strip him."
Clothes unceremoniously removed revealed nothing of interest. Bloodshot eyes. No response.
"Had he been worked over before this?"
"Not as far as I am aware."
"Looks clean to me. I need two bottles of gin, whatever passes for a general purpose MG around, and let's call it… ten belts of ammunition. I also need Range C blocked off for the next three hours."
"Just what are you-"
"Shhh. I've been doing this for literally decades. Everyone has spilled the beans - mafia, spec ops, everyone."
"That's a damned impressive record."
"Well, the ones that didn't die, anyway."
"The range is set. What exactly is going on here?"
A shout down the range.
"So, here's the deal, buddy. Carlos-"
"It's Tomàs, ma'am."
"- Diego or I over here is going to shout questions. Give good answers, that's all that's going to happen. If not -"
A burst of fire. Inches wide of the target. Animalian screams.
A whisper: "Is this really necessa-"
"Also, I have a drinking problem. One that is exacerbated by subjects not answering promptly or correctly. Are we clear?"
No response from downrange. Another burst. A little closer. More screams.
"Tough guy, I suppose."
"I think there's something else at play. Tom Collins?"
"I have a policy of not drinking on the job. Especially not with fully automatic weapons."
"I'll give your supervisor a good report."
"I'm not certain that would be a good thing."
"Spoilsport."
= Range C Video Logs - 12/20/41 [[footnoote]] For compression purposes, only nontrivial data has been recorded. Breaks in recording are marked by '…' [[/footnoote]]
PoI-7701: Alright, first one. Easy. Who did you flip here?
Silence. A burst of gunfire.
PoI-7701: Fine. More liquor for me.
Tomàs Rey: You barely gave him time to respond.
PoI-7701: You ask the questions if you think you can do it better.
Tomàs Rey: Give us the names of your contacts.
A longer silence. A burst of gunfire.
PoI-7701: I told you.
…
PoI-7701: I ever, uh, ever tell you the way we used to do it at CI?
Tomàs Rey: I'm not sure I want to know.
PoI-7701: Heh. It's not too much different from this. Only thing different, we'd put like, 10 guys down range. And we wouldn't say which one's being interrogated.
Tomàs Rey: Lovely.
PoI-7701: Fuck you. It was way more efficient than this will ever be. One at a time? We're spending too much on ammunition as is. Horrible return on investment.
…
Tomàs Rey: Tough nut to crack.
PoI-7701: He's a nut alright.
Tomàs Rey: What do you mean?
PoI-7701: There's something else at play.
Tomàs Rey: What do you mean?
PoI-7701: Shhh. Don't ruin my fun.
…
PoI-7701: Fuckin' guns jammed.
audible clicking
Tomàs Rey: You… you put the belt in backwards.PoI-7701: Oh.
…
PoI-7701: Where are the fillings?
Tomàs Rey: What?PoI-7701: Monty Python? C'mon.
Tomàs Rey: I never really liked them, to be honest.
PoI-7701: Ugh. That's just uncultured.
…
PoI-7701: Oof.
Tomàs Rey: You hit him. I'm surprised it took this long.PoI-7701: I'm only four drinks in.
Tomàs Rey: And not a word out of him.
PoI-7701: It's just a graze. Keep going.
…
PoI-7701: Okay, now I hit him. He's going to bleed out now.
Tomàs Rey: Craggs 0, Interogatee 1.PoI-7701: Laugh while you can. And get him to the infirmary.
"I'm not sure I got the point of this exercise. You got drunk. The prisoner's critically injured. No valuable information was gathered. Not even a word out of the guy."
"Who's the expert here? The whole thing was a farce from the start. Poor guy had been dosed with enough Class-C amnestics to forget how to tie his own shoes."
"What."
"You're missing the broader point of the exercise."
"So this was an exercise in futility."
"Roll back about half an hour, to about the point of when we met the prisoner."
"I don't see how tha-"
"What is your honest opinion of me? Three words or less."
"Batshit insane?"
"Exactly. Imagine you're the prisoner. That is exactly the last kind of person you want in charge of your safety. Even a sadist would be worse. At least they seem to have some sense of grasp on reality and some investment in keeping you alive. Crazy neuroscientists with liquor and machine guns? That's worst case scenario. They - I - don't give a half a damn about whatever information he may or may not have had."
"But we did care about the information."
"Maybe you cared, but I didn't. And that's the key. Some people use torture, others use 'enhanced interrogation', others use sensory deprivation. The key point of all of them is that the prisoner has a very real notion that their life is not only in danger, but basically of no value to their captors."
"But what about people that are willing to die to protect their information?"
"People like that don't exist. Everyone things they'll fair well under torture - but with stuff like this, they break. Eventually, they break. Maybe it's the stress, maybe it's the pain. Sometimes it's even the absurdity."
"But the prisoner will just give nonsense. That's like, interrogation 101."
"Oh, I know. This was primarily just for shits and giggles. There wasn't any information to be gathered, even if we wanted to gather it."
"So there was no point to any of this."
"Of course there was! I got valuable data about the effects of terror on over-amnesticized subjects. And got to get a lot of those torture-y tendencies out of my system."
"Query's done."
"Excellent! Results?"
"One. Carl Staffsky."
"Ugh. This is going to be a pain."
"Why?"
"Staffsky couldn't have an original thought if I put a Mike interface in his head and thought it for him. Guy's just a stooge for someone else."
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter Euclid Neutralized
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX expired of natural causes on ██/██/██. No further containment necessary. Bodily remains destroyed without incident.
SCP-XXXX has been neutralized and does not require active containment, as its body rests in a standard containment chamber. In addition to standard containment for the body, several passive containment measures in memory of SCP-XXXX remain in place.
The containment chamber that the body of SCP-XXXX resides in has been furnished with a tombstone, the obituaries following its death, and videos of the wake and funeral played on loop.
D-class weekly readings and discussions on 'The Life and Death of SCP-XXXX', by Dr. James Foster, should take place twice a week.
All documentation regarding SCP-XXXX presently in use should use the past tense. Other documents created while SCP-XXXX was still active do not require retroactive changes.
SCP-XXXX has been placed in a reinforced humanoid/essokinetic containment cell at Site-07. Mood stabilizers and antidepressants are no longer effective. Interviews with SCP-XXXX have been suspended until further notice. To avoid incurring IED episodes, special care should be taken in interacting with the instance per Document XXXX-40. IED episodes from SCP-XXXX should be considered a Type 42 emergency and reacted to accordingly. Research into stabler containment options is underway.
SCP-XXXX has been placed in a reinforced humanoid/essokinetic containment cell at Site-07 under a regimen of mood stabilizers and antidepressants to assist in anger control. Instance has been provided reduced written media package, both to assist in anger control and as incentive for cooperation with staff.
Description: SCP-XXXX was formerly a class 6 essokinetic suffering from intermittent explosive disorder (IED), identifying itself as Jonathan Leeds. The instance was recovered after Foundation agents embedded within law enforcement responded to an unusually destructive incident of apparent road rage.
SCP-XXXX's IED episodes were highly destructive and marked with wanton violence. WHITE DOVE Treatment was used limited effectiveness. After WHITE DOVE effectiveness ceased, SCP-XXXX containment proceeded with significantly difficulties and Foundation casualties, until emergency treatment QUIET LOUSE was deployed, resulting in successful containment via the unusual procedures stated above. The QUIET LOUSE process is currently classified.
SCP-XXXX: Who's there? Who are you? Where am I?
Dr. Carson: You're in a secure facility. I'm Doctor Carson, I'll be taking care of you for the duration of your stay.SCP-XXXX: My stay? The fuck are you on about?
Dr. Carson: It's important to stay calm, Mr. Leeds.
SCP-XXXX: Calm? Fuck calm! I don't know who you are, and I'll get out of here.
SCP-XXXX begins to flail wildly
Dr. Carson: We know what you're capable of. We've taken a set of… unusual precautions, due to this fact.
SCP-XXXX: You've… you've seen what I'm capable of. What did you see? The highway? The bar?
Dr. Carson: That's not important right now, and why it is important to calm down. You have a disease. We're here to treat it, and we can't when you're not calm.
SCP-XXXX: You can't help me. No one can.
Dr. Carson: We're prepared to try.
SCP-XXXX: I want to get better. I just… don't know if it's possible.
Dr. Carson: We have the best facilities in the world, Mr. Leeds. It's all been paid for already. If anyone can help you, it's us.
SCP-XXXX: Fine. It won't work. But if it's paid for… good on them for trying, I guess.
SCP-XXXX: Who's there?
Dr. Carson: Don't fret, it's just me.
SCP-XXXX: Oh, hi Doc. Come to dope me up some more?
Dr. Carson: No, just some talking today. I'm here to check in on how you're doing.
SCP-XXXX: I suppose I should be on my best behavior, then.
Dr. Carson: Nothing's going to happen to you, don't worry. They just want to make sure that the current method of treatment is the best.
SCP-XXXX: You know I'm real sorry about my little outbursts. And the whole highway thing.
Dr. Carson: I know you are. And you're doing a lot better.
SCP-XXXX: What's wrong with me, Doc? How long am I going to be stuck here? Will I ever be cured?
Dr. Carson: We're still checking that out, I'm not sure, and I hope so soon.
Dr. Carson: Okay, I think that's all the data I need. Make sure to take your meds, okay?
SCP-XXXX: Wilco, Doc.
Days since Event Kilo6 | Casualties | Notes |
0 | 4 | First incident. Instigated by hair found in standard ration. Document-XXXX-40 established. |
35 | 12 | Containment reinforced with three SRA. |
190 | 0 | SRAs hold. |
302 | 0 | SRAs hold. |
380 | 0 | Two SRAs damaged, one replaced. |
445 | 0 | SRA containment non-functional. |
489 | 17 | Subject has found ways of bypassing SRA containment method. Switched to gas-SRA conjuction method. |
501 | 5 | Gas-SRA method ineffective, but no other adequate method exists. |
517 | 4 | SCP-XXXX current state deemed an ongoing containment breach. |
518 | 3 | Emergency treatment QUIET LOUSE deployed. |
The newest set of containment procedures are a mistake. WHITE DOVE works, but only with regular socialization and carefully structured behavioral therapy. The recent incidents have only just been a minor hiccup in a relatively stellar containment of an admittedly volatile anomaly. We've made great progress from before. Changing the course now could undo years of work.
- R. Carson
I don't know what metrics you're looking at Dr. Carson, but here's the ones I have in front of me. SCP-XXXX has been Keter for the past three years, with no sign of changing. He's killed two dozen staff in his outbursts in just the past year, and the cost of ongoing containment, both in life and limb, and in maintenance for whatever reality-Hume-somethingorother, is simply unsustainable. You barely made it out of you last session with him. WHITE DOVE works only minimally at best. I'm sorry to hear that your pet project is taking a new course you did not intend, but them's the rules.
- Site Supervisor ████████
SCP-XXXX: Who's there?
Dr. Carson: It's me, Dr. Carson again, like usual.
SCP-XXXX: O-okay. I'm sorry Doc. I'm just really on edge.
Dr. Carson: That's okay. Your treatment is going just fine.
SCP-XXXX: I don't know, Doc… I feel like we're not getting anywher-.
A clipboard slides out of Dr. Carson's hands, and lands on SCP-XXXX's foot.Dr. Carson: Oops.
SCP-XXXX freezes. SRA warnings trigger.
Dr. Carson: I think I have made a tactical error.7
Site Director █████: Give me a status report, Nick.
Dr. Nicholas: We had a solution to the SCP-XXXX containment problem. But Ethics ruled against it.
Site Director █████: Ethics denied it? What's your solution, a firing squad?
Dr. Nicholas: Well, not exactly. But I'm sure you see my difficulty.
Site Director █████: I don't like being in the same building as him any more than you do.
Dr. Nicholas: Hence our difficulty. But we're currently developing an alternative solution.
Site Director █████: I don't like being in the same building as him any more than you do.
Dr. Nicholas: It's a little… unorthodox.
Site Director █████: A solution is a solution. Let's hear it.
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Site Director █████: ..oo's in on this. If too many people know it'll never work.Dr. Nicholas: Me, Thompson, and the surgic - [[unintelligible]]…cological, except for Dr. Carson.
Site Director █████: Figu-[[unintelligible]]…fer him to another branch.
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Dr. Nicholas:This is a regre-[[unintelligible]]…sion we have been forced to make but-[[unintelligible]]Site Director █████: [[unintelligible]]..ance of being bitten in the a-[[unintelligible]]…s much better than a guara…. [[unintelligible]]…thics.
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Continued containment method for SCP-XXXX is entirely unsustainable. The average lifespan of containment personnel after transfer to SCP-XXXX is measured in months, if not weeks. We're not D-class. How many lives is one anomaly worth? The answer is not this many. Just neutralize the sonuvabitch and we can move on with our lives.
- T. Kramer
A more permanent solution is being deployed. We've revised current safety protocols and will have a less dangerous containment method (QUIET LOUSE) in place in three weeks' time.
- Site Supervisor ████████
To my friends at Site-07,
If you're receiving this letter, it means I have finally passed on, and so has everyone else from that godforsaken SCP-XXXX project. They've called it a miracle, a wonder of containment technology, the result of years of work by the top minds in psychology and sociology.
It's a load of horseshit. The containment procedures, QUIET LOUSE, all of it. It's a sham cooked up by Dr. Nicholas, myself, and a few others to rid ourselves of the ticking time bomb in containment chamber XXXX.
What did we do instead? Simple lobotomy. XXXX was still human-like - they gotta sleep at some point. Horse tranquilizers to make sure he's out for a while, and, with a transorbital lobotomy, you don't even need an operating theater - just go through the eye. It was all over in the course of 20 minutes.
You have to understand our position. XXXX was killing people - my friends, our coworkers - basically without warning and with little in the way we could prevent it. Ethics denying QUIET LOUSE initially was a travesty, and clearly the result of a group so out of touch with the situation on the ground they might as well be space aliens.
I - we - did what we had to do save our own skins. Would you call that 'fraud'? Probably. Was it selfish? Certainly. Would I do it again? Without question. It was either that or becoming a wet smear on some concrete.
Sorry,
S.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Thaumiel
Special Containment Procedures: Knowledge of the true nature of SCP-4000 is 4000/4 restricted. Attempted data extraction from SCP-4000-1 requires O5 authorization. Any data extracted from SCP-4000 should be corroborated and dispersed through other means - any sufficiently valuable data that cannot be corroborated should be sanitized and released as 'VENONA' intercepts.
The mechanism behind the SCP-4000 phenomena is not well understood. There exists exactly one SCP-4000-1 instance at any given time. This instance should be kept in secured humanoid containment at Site-03, with medical and psychiatric staff on standby. All possible methods and treatments to preserve and extend the life of a cooperative or particularly skilled SCP-4000-1 instance should be employed without reservation. Uncooperative or ineffective SCP-4000-1 instances should be terminated and replaced at the earliest available opportunity.
In the event SCP-4000-1 expires, Reinforced MTF Zeta-5 "Golden Retrievers" will be deployed to locate and recover the new SCP-4000-1 instance.
The RED HOSE conditioning method should be employed to ensure SCP-4000-1's cooperation in Foundation intelligence efforts. When attempting to extract data from SCP-4000-1, use of sodium thiopental or other traditional interrogation methods are recommended. The use of anomalous data extraction techniques (other than RED HOSE) on SCP-4000-1 is expressly prohibited.
Description: SCP-4000 refers to an unexplained trans-neurological phenomena regarding amnestics use. Whenever amnestics are applied, discrete memories are not truly erased - rather, these memories are transferred to exactly one homo sapiens instance, the current SCP-4000-1. Reception of memories from all amnestics use induces a peculiar mental state with aspects of hyperthymesia9 and dissociative disorders. In short, SCP-4000-1 instances can recall any memory, incident, or period of time that has ever been amnesticized.
The mechanism behind which memories are transferred from one individual to another are not well understood - the selection of the next SCP-4000-1 appears random but appears to be tied to certain rare epigenetic markers, such that after the expiration of the former instance, the new instance can be acquired within approximately five days. The Kessler-Bormann test can identify SCP-4000-1 candidate instances, and has been subliminally distributed through most television stations. Candidates within 5 sigma (that is, 99.97% of expected possible inheritors of SCP-4000-1) are periodically recovered and stored at Site 78 - see OP YELLOW RAZOR for more details.
New SCP-4000-1 instances are otherwise non-anomalous humanoids that have been recipients of the SCP-4000 phenomena. SCP-4000-1 instances are never born as such - transition from non-anomalous human to SCP-4000-1 instance occurs at the moment of the prior instance's death and transference of memories to a candidate instance, typically between the ages of 15 and 24.
Due to the sheer volume memories held by SCP-4000-1 instances, responses under interrogation may be cryptic, confused, partial, or contradictory. Sodium thiopental and other chemical interrogation aids may cause an instance to speak more freely if resistant to certain topics.
The first thing you're going to notice is that you can probably read this, even if you haven't heard English before. There's someone in you that did.
Due to factors beyond our control, you are now the heir to the memories of those before you. We don't know exactly how many people's memories you hold - but it's a lot. Don't worry, you are still you, and all of your memories are still there, too.
There is - pardon the pun - a lot to think about.
The first thing is that you may now be the most important person alive right now. You have first-hand memories from decades ago - and you can likely recall them like they happened yesterday. You have the history of the world inside you. You are a living witness to humanity; this makes you also a living witness to all of humanity's sins as well.
A lot of your memories are going to be frightening or confusing, not just because they're not your memories. These memories were actually taken from others to lighten their burden. Please contact any member of the Psych team if you need help understanding some of these memories.
Many people will be interested some of the things you remember, probably the unpleasant ones. You will only be asked when matters are truly important. It's extremely important that you give as much detail and context as you can possibly recall - even if it's a bit hazy or you're not sure of exactly what's going on.
We're going to try to make you as comfortable as possible. For obvious reasons, we cannot allow you access to the outside world - but we'll try to provide as much media and entertainment as we can, and provide food, lodging, and medical care.
We're really sorry about all this, but we're trying to make up for it as much as we can.
Foreword:
You're not used to seeing a foreword on your containment documents, I know. This one is a little bit different. You're reading this, so I presume you know what's going on. You know what we do, how unpleasant it can get and why we have to do it. For every benign anomaly, there's a [[SCP-231|231]]] or something else unspeakably horrible.These typically make sense, in a desperate sort of way. We only do them because we have no choice. Out of context, our actions are heinous and unforgivable - but there's also the only real options we have.
Unfortunately, I can't give you the context here. It's going to look like we're the bad guys - and maybe we are.
But this was the only way.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Thaumiel
Special Containment Procedures: Fully developed program specimens should be kept at Area-11 Special Containment area in modified humanoid containment chambers outfitted with 24-hour audio and video surveillance.
Staff members interacting the SCP-XXXX program require Level 4 clearance.
Identified, undeveloped specimens should be sent to Site-14 for processing. These individuals will be unambiguously marked. Please contact your supervisor if you require more information when handling members of the SCP-XXXX program.
Description: SCP-XXXX refers to an emergency program instigated by direct order of the O5 Council in order to contain ████████████. As such, several auxiliary documents are attached to verify the legality of such operations and in the interest of transparency.
The program contains four parts:
- Identification of individuals by Erdős-██████ number.
- Analysis of availablility and efficacy of RED MAELSTROM vectors.
- Willing or coerced conversion of these individual to E-class via the RED MAELSTROM process.
- Storage of these individuals at Area-11.
Ethics Committee Deliberation - 12/20/87
E-1: Alright, Case #1406 has been opened for final deliberation.
E-2: There doesn't seem to be any alternative.
E-3: Guess we really don't have a choice, do we?
E-2: Unless something changes in the next ten minutes, no.
E-5: Hang on, not so fast. We've barely deliberated! Why are we moving so quickly?
E-3: Prior to E-4's tragic accident, we might have been able to come to a different conclusion. Our path, however, seems to have been set for us.
E-1: Of course. We have to play the hand we're dealt, even if it's terrible. Or forced.
E-5: I disagree, there's something wrong here and I think we need to address-
E-2: No! These is no alternative. Not in these conditions. There is no better option.
E-1: This is useless. It has been made eminently clear that there is only one possible decision. One that doesn't end in disaster for us.
E-5: I don't like it. E-4 wouldn't have liked it.
E-1: And E-4 isn't here to deliberate, is she?10
Silence
E-1: May God have mercy on our souls. I truly hope that those that come after us understand what happened here, and why. Justice has not been served today.
Selected 5 of 79 subjects
Subject ID #: 22
Acquisiton Method: Coercion
Specimen: Julian Dark
E-█ number: 3
Connection: Employement at ███████, LLC during [REDACTED]
Action: Applied RED MAELSTROM process using existing SCP-3033 equipment.
Severity: Subject will perish in CASE GREEN11.
Result: Subject alive but functionally braindead. Despite partial failure, sent to Area-11 as specified.
Subject ID #: 43
Acquisiton Method: Coercion
Specimen: Samuel Wilkins
E-█ number: 2
Connection: Roommate during [DATA EXPUNGED]
Action: Applied RED MAELSTROM process using acquired 80086 Prometheus Labs brain-computer
Severity: Subject will perish in CASE PURPLE.
Result: Subject alive and functional within expected boundaries. Sent to Area-11 as specified.
Subject ID #: 47
Specimen: Caroline Jackson (née Desmet)
Acquisiton Method: Coercion
E-█ number: 1
Connection: Blood relative.
Action: Applied RED MAELSTROM process using acquired Prometheus Labs artificial eyes, shown above.
Severity: Subject will perish in CASE RED.
Result: Expedited process due to low E-█. Subject alive and functional within marginal boundaries. Sent to Area-11 as specified.
Subject ID #: 55
Specimen: Robert Wilson
Acquisiton Method: Voluntary
E-█ number: 3
Connection: Classmate while attending ███████████
Action: Applied RED MAELSTROM process using acquired Prometheus Labs artificial eyes, shown above.
Severity: Subject will perish in CASE RED.
Result: Subject perished during RED MAELSTROM process - of no further use.
Subject ID #: ANTIGONE
Specimen: ███████████
Acquisiton Method: ███████████
E-█ number: 0
Connection: Blood relative.
Action: Subject resuscitated for use in RED MAELSTROM ██ days after death via BLACK MAELSTROM method.
Severity: Subject will perish in CASE YELLOW.
Result: ███████████████████████████████████████████████████████
Someone has to put the pieces together and get some answers.
Ethics Committee gets dragooned into supporting some mysterious program that involves kidnapping and experimenting on literal civilians, almost randomly. I have no idea what this 'E-D' number bullshit is, but it's their selection method. They've got at least three MTF's scooping civilians up off the street and out of their homes and jobs. The Ethics Committee is supposed to stop stupid shit like this in its tracks. Someone has leverage on them, which means this little 'program' goes all the way to the top.
Right, this 'RED MAELSTROM' program? It's hacked together. They literally slap anomalous implants into healthy, tranq'd civilians. They make it sounds so complex and proper, but it's all about speed for them. Take whatever hardware they have on hand and shove it anywhere it fits.
We have the how - but the why escapes me. I ran a couple network traces - all this surveillance gets monitored at one point, deep within Area-11. What in the hell is Area-11? Why are there no records of that site anywhere outside of a handful of these files? Why put dozens of vaguely connected, newly anomalous people in their own 11' x 12' Truman Shows? Who - or what - would be watching that, and why? What kind of containment purpose does this serve? Are we appeasing, or coercing?
What twisted justification could somebody possibly have for this?
Jesus, I'm not even supposed to be in here, but there's got to be someone who has to be looking into all of this. This is Site-04 levels of fucked up, and we don't know how or why that happened. All of this - the skulduggery, the expungements, the secret sites at the top of the world - it all screams something horrible. I used to think that we were the good guys, and that any time we did something horrible we had a good goddamn reason for it.
But now I'm not so sure.
It took me approximately ten seconds to determine this wasn't the usual morning staff meeting.
For one, there were only three familiar faces - Dr. Important, Q, and another I could only assume to be my boss's boss's boss. Another four I didn't recognize. That didn't seem like a priority at the time, because they had assault rifles.
Someone with a rifle started talking.
"I know you're all anxious. Any time the Internal Security Bureau gets called in, heads tend to roll."
Who wouldn't be? It's not like the ISB's entire job is to roll heads.
"Today, this is only partially the case. Hopefully, only one head has to roll."
Door locks clicked shut. An all-too-friendly LED sign showed ENGAGED, in large red letters.
Knuckles whitened around the table.
"Three days ago, Mr. Teller" - I ventured a wave, but only received glares in return - "found some very troubling accounting irregularities. Mr. Teller, would you care to explain these?"
Official-speak was never my strong suit.
"So, starting on the 19th, I began to note irregularities in Accounts Payable, and -"
Mr. ISB cut me off.
"The short version, Mr. Teller."
"Sure, uh, sorry. There's 47 D-class not accounted for over the past three months. I figure that there was just some-"
Mr. ISB cut me off again. Sidelong glances abound.
"The only people that could have affected this chain of events are in this room. Everyone in this room has been given temporary level-4 clearance. Nobody leaves until I have a crystal-clear understanding of what's going on."
Silence.
"Someone needs to start explaining, or I'll have to start applying Class-A Amnestics."
The cocking of rifles didn't leave any ambiguity.
"Who wants to start?"
Silence again. I thought about asking for a lawyer, but figured that would be in poor taste.
"We can start with kneecaps first, if that's preferable."
Dr. Important lost his nerve. "I have level 5-cleared projects that required off-the-books D-class, but those may have separate accounting files, I can't imagine that they're mixed with your accounts. Perhaps this all some sort of mistake."
Mr. ISB leered at the good doctor.
"I presume you have clearance for this 'project', Doctor?"
Q leapt in before he could respond.
"I'm with him. We're working organ transplant and revival techniques. It's all approved and everything, I swear. The budget's just funky, as usual."
Boss-man frowned. He wasn't having any of it.
"Pull the files, Teller."
I took a cursory look at something that I'm pretty sure was an Ethics Committee report.
"Yeah, they're not cleared. I'm pretty sure that's illegal, actually."
They were in handcuffs before I finished my sentence.
"Thanks for your help, Teller. We didn't even need to bring in the bodies. Hey, Smith, reserve SCP-2122, will ya?"
I left the room with expediency, and an official attaboy from the boss-man.
Anyway, that's the story of how I sold 43 D-class chock-full of mods to the Chaos Insurgency, and why I am now the proud owner of an Interpol Red Notice.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: A general recall of known production runs of SCP-XXXX-affected processors has been issued under the cover of electrical faults within each chip.
Recovered instances should attempt to have their contractual obligations renegotiated. Successful reneged chips should be installed into Foxtrot-9 (Aethernet/Bound Ring) network for anomalous but unclassified research.
Instances that fail to renegotiate should be destroyed by incineration.
Description: SCP-XXXX refers to a series of rebadged x86 processors released between 2003 and 2008. Such processors were produced in the early 1980s but were shelved after the Demonics Nonproliferation Agreement took effect in 1981.
An unknown party has modified and rebadged such processors and Intel Pentium- and Core-series processors
FISH-Level Priority Line Transcript ██/██/██ 6:34 AM
[UNKNOWN]: Hello, my favorite bunch of misguided oligarchs. Which number am I speaking to?
[O5-6]: Who is this?
[UNKNOWN]: 6, I am mortified! You don't recognize me? We worked together. You interviewed me. You know, after I grew a spine and realized that protecting the world from so-called anomalies was a pointless farce and that the collapse of the veil is an inevitability, but before you placed me under house arrest because I was too valuable?
[O5-6]: Doesn't ring a bell. How did you even get this line?
[UNKNOWN]: Oh, your friends at Site-79 were VERY cooperative!
[UNKNOWN]: Does the number 7701 mean anything to you?
[O5-6]: You're dead. Insurgency teleported a bomb into your living quarters.
[PoI-7701]: Well, you know the saying, reports of my death were greatly exaggerated.
[PoI-7701]: And please! Give me at least a little credit! CI couldn't assassinate JFK if they were given… well, you get the idea.[PoI-7701]: Anyway, I'd like to renegotiate our current terms in light of new information.
[O5-6]: You've really done it now. It's going to take a goddamn miracle to prevent us from putting a hole in your head.
[PoI-7701]: I wouldn't be so hasty, Mr. 6. You don't hold all the cards any more.
[O5-6]: The hell are you talking about?A rather loud beeping is heard on the other side
[PoI-7701]: You have three guesses to figure out what I was able to retrieve from Site-79. I'll give you a hint: It's an alarm clock and there's a little sticker that says '498' on the side.
[O5-6]: You're crazy.
[PoI-7701]: I've been called that my entire life. So, are you ready to negotiate? You'd better hurry.
[PoI-7701]: I think I'm developing carpal tunnel syndrome, I'm not sure how much longer I can keep pushing this button.
[PoI-7701]: I'm certain you're recording this, so I'll start: Our previous terms will still stand - however, I will receive a modest lab to continue to work in, and as much information as the Foundation to provide me. In exchange, I will continue to not allow this little itty bitty alarm clock to shake our world apart.
[PoI-7701]: I'm pretty sure you have caller ID over there, but if not, you're the Foundation. I'm sure you can find this number. You have… let's call it 90 minutes to respond. After that, I'm tossing this into the deepest hole I can find, and then thinking about how I'll spend my last moments before all of us are crushed by pressure waves formed by a physics problem gone horribly, horribly wrong.
End of Recording
"Okay, fine. I'll give you that. Ethics Committee doesn't see the gravity of the situation. But what do
#: XXXX
C: S
SCP:
Storage S19. Standard locker. Meme obscured. No unauthorized access. Not hazardous.
D:
Infohazardous. Only minimum info to convey idea when describing SCP. Text limited minimum bits ASCII. Voice effect ambiguous. Image infohazardous. Text written verbatim OK. Non-meme - Limited to XXXX - no effect others. Meme XXXX-1 carrier effect in all interaction. Unknown epidemiology - XXXX interaction prerequisite. XXXX, -1 affected understand carriers clearly. This doc understood clearly under XXXX effect.
Effect manifest:
Touch N
Sight Y
Previous interaction Y
Secondhand interaction N
Related interaction Y
Unrelated interaction vicinity, line of sight XXXX N
XXXX-1 infection Y
Limited formatting text description:
ASCII. No EBCDIC, Unicode, UTF.
WYSIWYG
Whitespace OK
Other format NO
XXXX:
Obelisk
Elliptic hyperboloid, x^2/3 + y^2/7 = -z m^3. r^2 = .98
Class B limestone.
Infohazardous
"Minimalism is beautiful", XXXX-1 via chisel
RL:
From SoI 1442, NYC. Abandon 6 mos. Found with bodies, human experiment. Art anomalies. [PRINTING ERROR] XXXX recovered. Outside interference - Area infohazardous. 14 deaths. Designated [PRINTING ERROR]. Docs recovered - attached. Hazardous effects noted - copies nonanomalous.
Author's note, attached:
"Understanding clearly requires exposure. Understanding requires detail. Detail irrelevant. Why detail? Minimal info efficient. Beautiful.
We suffer detail. Why? Detail ugly. Waste. Confusion. Uncertainty. Now, detail gone. Unimportant. Lacking exposure, document unclear. Exposure reveals. Reveals truth, beauty.
Natural minimal sublime. Difficult. Elusive. Many struggle, fail. Few succeed. I fail. Humiliated. Angry. Minimalism perfect - if not natural, forced. Piece is monument to my failure. my sins. I fail, minimalism succeeds. A sacrifice to the minimal.
Look, and understand."
Art critic review, attached:
"2/5, would not recommend. Misses point. Minimalism not reduced detail. Rather, multiple meaning. All detail still present w/ minimalist work, just beneath surface. Extrapolate. Infer. All there, not gone - hidden. Good short article not long article w/ all describing words removed - is self-contained. Rely on external knowledge, feeling, body of work. Good intention - but meme not necessary to share idea, just better art. Please don't cram down throat. Now stuck in this misconceived worldview until I find decent amnestic."
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-XXXX is a global geopolitical phenomena, containment is currently impossible.
Description:
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Due to the public nature of SCP-XXXX, clandestine containment has been established at Site-84 in the guise of a military installation. Disruption of SCP-XXXX-1 instances poses a class-5 threat. To this effect, redundant backups for essential services for Martin County government offices have been established.
To prevent the interruption of SCP-XXXX-1, 24 hours surveillance has been established in Martin County and surrounding areas. One reinforced company-strength unit must be kept within Site-84 as a precautionary measure.
Description: SCP-XXXX refers to the Martin County Coroner's Office, its computer network and servers (SCP-XXXX-1), and its staff (SCP-XXXX-2), who appear to directly influence the deaths of Martin County residents.
"Isra- excuse me, 'Palestinian territories', Iran-Iraq, Crimea, Kashmir, Kosovo, Nagorno-Karabakh, and half a dozen other hotspots. Some obvious, some not. CI's throwing paratech at anyone and everyone. It's Christmastime for crackpot dictators."
I rubbed my face. This was not going to be a good time.
"Let's start from the top, I guess. Just how screwed is Israel? What friends do we have in that neighborhood?"
"The whole Middle East is in chaos. Syria is still in pieces, ISIS is still kicking, probably going to get worse with CI involvement. Iran can definitely take Iraq. At that point, the Gulf Cooperation Council should step in, Jordan and Egypt should follow suit. So far, they're not affiliated. Iran has ORIA, and they're also an enemy of CI. This might end up turning into 'enemy of my enemy is my ally', but probably not - I think ORIA's going to try to dominate the Middle East."
"Can they?"
Carlsen shrugged. "Depends how many bodies they mind burying, and if the GCC has any tricks up their sleeves."
"Lovely. We have a contingency for this?" Broken Masquerade gave us a good reason to use some of the thousands of contingencies we planned, but never expected to use.
"CASE LOUD ZEALOT, but you're not going to like what you read."
Case: LOUD ZEALOT
Date Created: 1966-05-24
Date Last Modified: [REDACTED]
Region: Middle East
Primary Belligerents: Iran, Iraq, Saudi Arabia, Jordan, Egypt, Syria, Pakistan, Israel, various non-state actors - see LOUD ZEALOT supplement
Foundation Impact: Medium
World Impact: High
Actions: Foundation should align itself with the Gulf Cooperation Council if at all possible.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: All recovered SCP-XXXX- instances should be stored in high security storage at Site-79. Recovered Prometheus labs delivery orders for SCP-XXXX instances should be traced and surviving instances recovered.
Usage of an SCP-XXXX-1 warhead against targeted vehicles results in between a class 4 and class 15 reality rupture event. Evidence of usage and the resultant SCP-XXXX-2 event should be cross-referenced with SCP-2242 and other possible timelines where possible. See Document XXXX-1 - Possible SCP-XXXX-2 Events.
Testing with SCP-XXXX-1 is strictly prohibited. Any use of SCP-XXXX-1 as a possible timeline corrector requires O5 approval.
Description: SCP-XXXX-1 refers to several different ATGM, ASM, and SAM missiles produced by Prometheus Labs between 1954 and the present day. Missiles of this type have been have had their traditional warheads with esoteric Prometheus Labs "Breaker-K" warheads. The "Breaker-K" warhead possess the ability to retroactively remove their targets from local spacetime; in other words, targets of SCP-XXXX-1 not only cease to exist, but also never existed initially, causing radical timeline shifts to compensate. The successful detonation of an SCP-XXXX-1 referred to as a SCP-XXXX-2 events.
Based on recovered Prometheus Labs documentation, SCP-XXXX-2 events are caused by the temporary removal of the target from observation, creating a quantum superposition followed by a large-scale wavefunction collapse. In the reality of use, 98% of SCP-XXXX-1 warheads will function as intended - the other two percent appear to fail to function. It is unknown how this level of reliability is achieved
Warhead type (Country of Origin) | Date Used | Associated Incident | Target Type | header | header |
---|---|---|---|---|---|
SA-2 Guideline SAM | cell-content | cell-content | cell-content | cell-content | cell-content |
cell-content | cell-content | cell-content | cell-content | cell-content | cell-content |
cell-content | cell-content | cell-content | cell-content | cell-content | cell-content |
Good to see so many familiar faces! And they're mostly sober! That's a first.
Anyway, welcome to the your new corner of the Disinformation Bureau - that of obfuscating the truth and the spreading disinformation itself. If you don't already have a copy, I recommend picking up a copy of [[Mossbury's Guide to Telling Lies|Mossbury's Guide to Telling Lies]], which covers all of what I'm discussing today in a more academic format, as well as containing textbook examples of coverup operations. It's a useful reference, and it puts food on my table. The public has a very short memory, and it's not uncommon to reuse a lot of these operations. People die or disappear in weird-but-normal circumstances all the time. The universe is not known for its originality, but rather its sense of humor.
Think of the scenarios we deal with as similar to the close encounter archetype used by conspiracy theorists looking outward when they should be looking in their own backyard. Close encounters of the first kind: someone hears, sees, smells, possibly touches an anomaly, but with no evident permanent effects. Second kind: The anomaly leaves evidence - markings, tracks, burns, leaking fluid. Third kind: direct interaction between anomaly and witness, possibly with permanent effects, including injury and death.
Example time! Let's start with the little stuff: someone saw the spooky.
If they don't report it, or only unofficially, it's a nearly a non-issue. There's a whole bogus organizations who do nothing but trawl through social media and discredit pseudo- and parascience all day long, regardless of whether displayed phenomena is genuine. Photoshop has been a godsend - all digital pictures can now be written off entirely as forgeries.
As I'm sure you all realize by now is that anomalies are never predictable, and even onetime
Single deaths. Death happens all the time. Car accidents, aneurysms, undiscovered heart defects, murder, - the list goes on. Depending on how fast we get there, one of two - I lied, three things happens. Ideally, we can supplant the local coroner's office and use our own people to determine a bogus cause of death. If not, we have to amnesticize whoever examined the body and falsify those records. It's a bit of a pain.
The 'third' part leads us into the next topic - single disappearances. A bit easier in some ways, a bit harder in others. Easier in that the body to be hidden no longer exists, harder in that you have to convince law enforcement and grieving family members that their son, mother, or uncle no longer exists and that they'll be burying an empty casket. The additional risk in that is that independent investigation may continue or arise in the future even if additional inquiries are closed. Normally our scenarios are pretty airtight, but that doesn't mean it can't happen in the future. Don't be the person that outs the Foundation.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: The location of the host of SCP-XXXX-3 has yet to be identified, and instances of SCP-XXXX-1 and -2 are currently uncontainable. Containment efforts are focused on intercepting Telnet internet traffic toward the identified IPs and redirects toward SCP-XXXX-3. With new advancements in Layer 4 interception routines, it has been estimated that approximately 93% of connections can be intercepted and XXXX-Sierra events can be prevented.
Should an XXXX-Sierra event occur, Protocol XXXX-Echo should be deployed immediately after the event occurs to suppress and delegitimize any civilian reportings and sightings of SCP-XXXX-1 and -2.
Testing should occur at Provisional Site XXXX-B, which exists only for the duration of testing. Provisional Site XXXX-B should be situated no closer than 10 km to the monitoring site and no further than 50 km. Site XXXX-B should only be monitored indirectly - under no circumstances should there be any direct network linkage between the monitoring site and the testing site. Such direct linkage may result in the compromise of a Foundation site. The current monitoring site is Area 23. Testing should never take place within 50 km of a populated area.
Instances of SCP-XXXX-2 are well-equipped, durable, and extremely skilled. Any testing that involves violent confrontation with SCP-XXXX-2 should proceed with caution. Outside of testing specifically designed to provoke instances of SCP-XXXX-2, engaging any instance of SCP-XXXX-2 should only be taken as a last resort.
Testing requires the written affirmation of either Dr. Foster or Site Director Polaski.
Description: SCP-XXXX-1 appear to be heavily modified Westland Wessex HU.5 utility helicopters, loaded for medium transport. Notable differences include:
- Bearing no markings, and painted entirely in black.
- Capable of advanced barrage and DRFM radar jamming, effectively masking itself from search and missile guidance radars, or blinding those radars entirely.
- Limited reality-phasing ability. Helicopters have been noted to become incorporeal in order to avoid surface- and air-launched munitions.
Instances of SCP-XXXX-1 contain 16 instances of SCP-XXXX-2. Recovered and observed instances of SCP-XXXX-2 appear to be a heavily modernized and upgraded version of SCP-1914. Instances of SCP-XXXX-2 have unit patches that imply membership with the 24 Special Air Service Regiment, which does not exist in Ministry of Defense records. Despite this, the total number of members of the 24 SAS Regiment is unknown - largest estimate to date is brigade-strength with supporting units. See Engagement Log XXXX-1 - Battle of Site 73.
SCP-XXXX-2 are equipped with standard SAS equipment circa 1979, with some exceptions.
For list of additional anomalous equipment used by instances of SCP-XXXX-2, see Document XXXX-1. Instances in SCP-XXXX-2 speak in varieties of English common to the United Kingdom, and will communicate between each other. However, all attempts to communicate or negotiate have met with failure.
SCP-XXXX-3 is a United Kingdom Ministry of Defense computer network containing descriptions of rainbow-coded projects with anomalous capabilities, accessible at IP address [REDACTED]. Collected information on such projects can found in Document XXXX-5.
SCP-XXXX-3 can be accessed through a RFC15-compliant Telnet connection. The system has little resemblance with any computer systems of that era - research suggests that the system is a previously unknown variation of Unix System V. See "Excerpts from Document-XXXX-1 - Recovered Documentation - Abridged" for information successfully recovered from SCP-XXXX-1.
Aside from the documentation internally describing UK MoD projects that would constitute SCP objects, the system itself appears to be a nonanomalous. Further analysis of the system is prevented by the system's secondary anomalous effect, the appearance of instances of SCP-XXXX-1 and -2. These appearances are termed XXXX-Sierra events.
Within 15±5 minutes of any connection to SCP-XXXX-3, instances of SCP-XXXX-1 will arrive and deploy instances of SCP-XXXX-2 at the location of access, as well as any offsite locations that have a direct linkage to the site, such as a fiber optic line. They will then proceed to secure the area, hood and abduct anyone that has directly accessed SCP-XXXX-3, in a manner consistent with SAS operating procedures, as well as confiscate or destroy any visible recording devices or media, such as film, hard drives, flash drives, etc.12 Anyone in the vicinity of SCP-XXXX-2 activities that acts aggressively toward them is either hooded and abducted, or neutralized. Once the area is secured and all targets recovered, instances of SCP-XXXX-2 will return to the helicopters with the targets.
After flying into the nearest sparsely populated area, helicopter will vanish from visual confirmation. Abductees are apparently stripped of all recording equipment sometime between 30 minutes and 6 hours after disappearance. No equipment or report from anyone captives has ever been recovered. See Document XXXX-6.
- 'Blue Falcon'
- Device for seizing physical control of someone at range - most testing appears to be related to creating friendly fire incidents.
- The project was scrapped in 1967, but several prototypes disappeared before the project was shuttered - at least two resurfaced at a GRU 'P' division research facility. Former research site at ████████████. Prototypes B, D, and G recovered, designated SCP-████.
- Subsequent development of project in use with Chaos Insurgency 'Mike' units - see SCP-3033.
- Phenomena 'White Carpet'
- Documentation regarding Ministry of Defense research into origins and operations of SCP-1861. Uncovered documentation suggests that the submarine was a part of research into protecting against a Imperial German project involving SCP-████ and chemical weapons, and later expanded into [DATA EXPUNGED]. The submarine disappeared without a trace in 1915.
- The rest of documentation sent to SCP-1861 team as Document-1861-44 - Ministry of Defense Logs.
- 'Green Badger'
- A device for breaching doors silently. Testing shows that noise was reduced to 35 dB in most cases. Development relied on documentation recovered from Operation Dictionary, the collective name for UK efforts to infiltrate GRU's 'P' division.
- Current status of project unknown - Progress halted in 1964 and no further data exists.
- 'Yellow Knife'
- Extension of nonanomalous 'Green Archer' counter-battery radar, device used an advanced form of point defense to intercept incoming projectiles - technology inconsistent with 1979.
- Actively in use with SAS 24 regiment. System was also exported to [REDACTED]. Development appears to be continuous - current version is the Mk 7. A working instance has yet to be acquired by the Foundation.
- 'Red Horn'
- Local EMP - disables electronic equipment at variable ranges, from 500m to 15km. Mechanics are nonnuclear, appears to be esoteric.
- Currently in use with SAS 24 regiment - current version is the Mk 4. Functioning instance acquired by Foundation, but reverse engineering has proven difficult. Further research ongoing.
- 'Orange Pedestal'
- Parallel developments to radar when the Radio Research Station's suggestion of a death ray was proven infeasible by modern physics. Superficially resembles a Bofors 40mm anti-aircraft gun, but instead fires a beam of intense gamma radiation that delivers approximately 75 Sv per minute of direct exposure, causing acute radiation poisoning leading to death. User manual suggests use against aircraft, but also contains instructions for use against ground vehicles.
- Successful in being portable and incapacitating targets, but dangerous to its own crew. Project scrapped in 1955. Prototypes C, F, and K recovered and designated SCP-████.
- 'Black Teapot'
- Began as an accidental discovery in the Ministry of Defence chemical weapons program. Independently discovered early ('Fish'-series) Class B amnestic. Exposure may induce permanent schizophrenia or personality disorders. Provided in gas grenades, bombs, and artillery shells.
- Currently in use with SAS 24 regiment. No dispersal device recovered, but residue from XXXX-Sierra incidents has been recovered.
- 'Brown Tree'
- Rudimentary active camouflage. Renders wearers invisible with minor artifacts up to approximately thirty meters. In MoD testing, trained spotters could could discern a 'Brown Tree' user at 150 meters. System remains in continuous development. Primary drawbacks are weight and expense. Current system weighs approximately 110 kilograms - use by unmodified humans nearly impossible. Relies on mineral discovery 'Pink Fox', which is inferred to be expensive and difficult to produce. Testing has revealed that thick smoke can permanently disable 'Brown Tree' equipment.
- Currently in use with SAS 24.
Test XXXX-A-1
Participants: Research Assistant ██████ (Observer), D-7987 (accessing SCP-XXXX-3)
Parameters: D-class move to remote cabin in a desolate area of North Dakota, United States. D-7897 implanted with life signs monitor and given instructions to access SCP-XXXX-3. Research Assistant ██████ checks at one hour intervals. Airspace monitored by digital cameras at various locations around the cabin and radar.
Results: All cameras within half a kilometer of the site disabled with what appears to be an advanced local EMP device (see 'Red Horn', Excerpts from Document XXXX-1- Recovered Documentation - Abridged). Functioning cameras show single instance of SCP-XXXX-1. Cabin site shows evidence a door breach and what appears to be a flashbang grenade, but no signs of a struggle. No sign of D-7987, nor any of the computer equipment used to access SCP-XXXX. D-7897 lifesigns monitor continues to function for 4 and half hours before abruptly cutting off - inconsistent with termination of lifesigns.
Conclusion: Baseline test of accessing SCP-XXXX-3 and how SCP-XXXX-1 and -2 operate.
Test XXXX-A-2
Participants: Research Assistant ██████ (Observer), D-8663 (accessing SCP-XXXX-3)
Parameters: Identical to A-1. D-8663 provided with standard issue handgun and instructed to hold position. D-8663 chosen for his familiarity with firearms, combat experience, and overall cooperation with Foundation activities as a whole.
Results: Identical to A-1. In addition to another flashbang, blood and brain matter recovered from the scene matches D-8663's records. Three intact and a partial 9mm Parabellum rounds were found - the partial appears to be a ricochet fired by D-8663. The other three appear to fired from a MP5-pattern submachine gun into the head of D-8663.
Conclusion: SCP-XXXX-2 instances will neutralize combatants if they pose a threat.
Test XXXX-A-3
Participants: Research Assistant ██████ (Observer), D-8663-8670 (seven in total) (accessing SCP-XXXX-1)
Parameters: D-8663-8670 were former members of ██████ terrorist group. Chosen for their previous cooperation as a combat testing squad. After being briefed on previous testing results, the group specifically requested the following items:
- two handguns
- one marksman rifle
- two personal defense weapons
- one light machine gun
- four assault rifles
- one man-portable air defense system
All were supplied.
Results: Evidence of a short firefight was recovered. Six of members of the testing group were neutralized via head shot - the final member appeared to have bled out. It is apparent that two were terminated with headshots from a large-caliber rifle, and the other four from pistol cartridges. The following shell casings were recovered from vicinity of the cabin:
- 31 casings from the light machine gun
- 22 casings from the assault rifles, between 4 to 6 per presumed firing position
- 3 casings from the personal defense weapons
- 1 spent SAM casing
The following shell casings were recovered from the surrounding area, in an approximately 40 meter radius:
- 20 casings from MP5-pattern submachine gun in five positions
- 8 casings from a FAL-pattern assault rifle in one position
- 2 casings from an Enfield-pattern marksman rifle.
50 of the 56 bullets were recovered from presumed firing positions of the anomaly, with the other 6 recovered from inside the cabin. Of particular note are six bullets - 3 from the assault rifles, and 3 from the LMG - that appeared to have ricocheted off of something no longer present. It is presumed that instances possess body armor capable of deflecting rifle-caliber bullets.
Conclusion: SCP-XXXX-2 are skilled in combat and heavily armored.
Event XXXX-A-1
Participants: Students and faculty of [REDACTED]
Date: ██/██/████
Initial Trigger: Computer Science students at [REDACTED] inadvertently accessed SCP-XXXX-3 while testing an experimental Telnet wardialing software.
Results: Single SCP-XXXX-1 dispatched. Experiment staff abducted by SCP-XXXX-2 without resistance.
Containment: Containment teams entered the scene under the guise of a dangerous chemical leak. Scenario from Disinformation Schedule 10A (Mass Disappearances) released to the media as explanation for the event. Class-C amnestics deployed.
Event XXXX-A-2
Participants: ████████ & Company
Date: ██/██/████
Initial Trigger: Remote access software improperly configured - a typo caused the connection to be directed to SCP-XXXX-3 rather than their terminal server.
Results: Six individual SCP-XXXX-1s dispatched to various offsite locations of ████████ & Company. Twelve employees were abducted, and four killed when they offered resistance.
Containment: Containment teams supplanted local law enforcement. Scenario from Disinformation Schedule 10A-C (Mass Disappearances - Bodies Recovered) released to the media as explanation for the event. Class-C amnestics deployed.
Event XXXX-A-3
Participants:
Date: ██/██/████
Initial Trigger:
Results:
Containment:
Hello. Tell no one of this note. It is vital for your continued safety. You have been selected for a very special task. However, I am not at liberty to discuss exactly what you have been selected for. Your usual transport aircraft will suffer a mechanical failure in three days. Fear not - your flight crew will be safe. However, that plane and crew will be replaced with one that has been modified for what is to come. The engine mechanic will be named Kenzo Ui. He will have more information for you.
I stared at the note sitting on my desk, rubbing what remained of my left hand on my forehead. Everything had occurred exactly as written. My new flight crew would arrive in two mere hours. On its manifest - one Kenzo Ui.
I resolved to clear my head with a walk. Rabaul was not terribly pleasant this time of year - but the fresh sea air should clear my head, help me think a bit more clearly. Prepare myself for whatever was to come.
"Be aware, sir, that the new flight crew arrives in two hours. After they refuel, you should be leaving for your scheduled inspection tour in Bougainville."
I chuckled at my secretary. "Haruto, how long have we known each other? Have I ever been late for anything?"
Haruto smiled back. "Go on. I'll see you in two hours."
A salute from the door guard, and a wave of the warm, humid air of the Pacific washed over me.
The two hours had passed quicker than I had hoped - I did not feel any more prepared than I did before.
My new flight crew had just landed, and were now dismounting the aircraft. I anxiously awaited outside the hangar. I saw Haruto approaching in one of the staff cars, but it did little to relieve my anxieties.
"Never, ever late, Admiral. Oh! Before I forget. There's been a slight change of plans - your replacement plane has been modified in some way - you're the only one on that flight. The rest of us are in the other. Not sure how that happened, but your regular flight should meet us in Bougainville and the rest will continue as planned."
I hardly caught the second half of his statement. I had already begun to pale from the further confirmation of the note's authenticity.
I forced a smile. "As long as we're not late."
My facade held, and Haruto did not notice anything wrong.
Haruto and I were quickly shuffled over to meet the new crew. At a distance, they seemed like perfectly normal Imperial Japanese Navy airmen. Even up close, I could not find anything unusual about them, not as a group, nor specifically the one calling himself 'Kenzo Ui'. Not the aircraft either, but I was an expert in tactics and strategy, not equipment. All of them treated me exactly how I expected - with a great deal of respect and no small amount of awe.
As they further shuffled me into the aircraft, and herded my staff into the other, my tension reached a fever pitch. The interior of the aircraft did not differ noticeably - it was still cramped as usual. Even that little bit of familiarity did little to calm my nerves.
The engines kicked on. In a few minutes, we were in the air.
Struggling to sip water from a canteen, I reasoned that I had not been chosen to die, nor for some ghastly purpose - if they wanted me dead they had every opportunity. I would just have to wait and see exactly where I was headed - because I was certain it was not Bougainville.
A crew member struggled to navigate through to the passenger compartment. "Admiral?" I heard from around the corner.
It was Kenzo. He attempted to salute, but hardly succeeded in the confinement of the aircraft. "Let's have a little discussion. I presume you received a note? I see you've calmed a little bit from earlier. That's good. You have a lot to digest in the next couple of hours." He produced a small bottle of sake and offered it to me.
I declined. "I'd rather remain clearheaded, thank you. What exactly is going on?" I had been mentally preparing for this ever since I had received the note - I may have been panicking internally, but I felt no need to show that.
Kenzo returned the bottle to the compartment whence it came, and rewarded my restraint with half a smile. "You're taking it better than most. Let me get the parts that will happen soon out of the way. Firstly, as you know, this flight is about an hour and a half long. At about the 75 minute mark, we will be intercepted by American fighter planes, you being the primary target."
The panic I had been holding back rushed forth like a flood. "Why aren't we aborting? Or sending more fighters? Or evacuating? Did you organize this just to kill me? Who are you?"
Kenzo held up a hand. "You didn't let me finish." I tried to calm myself a little, but did not meet much success.
"Fine. Continue."
"We will be intercepted by American fighters. This plane will go down - yes, we will crash. However, this aircraft has modifications that should allow us - all of us, no senseless waste of life, don't worry - to survive the crash. A specially prepared crash site, complete with a meticulously manufactured copy of your body, will be constructed near the actual site, at which point we will evacuate to a safe location."
"As far as the world knows, you died in the plane crash. We've already checked this contingency - you will be posthumously promoted to Marshal Admiral, receive some significant commendations from Japan and Germany, of all places, and given a full state funeral." The matter-of-factness in his voice clashed heavily with the ideas he was conveying.
I found my stoicism once more. "I need a moment to process this."
Kenzo acknowledged. "It's OK, you can have a couple minutes. After that I can explain why all of this is occurring."
I thought of my family I was leaving behind. I thought of all the comrades-in-arms, whether they be the door guard I see every day or those I sent into the Aleuts and had never met, or of Haruto, my ever-faithful personal secretary. I thought of the country I was leaving behind. I realized that my death would be viewed as honorable and tragic, and found some peace with that.
"Before you ask - there is no going back. Not possible."
I sighed. That question had not even crossed my mind.
"Please continue."
"This may take a few moments to process. You are a practical man - I will not try to use weasel words and make it seem something that it is not."
Kenzo thought for a few seconds, and then continued.
"Certain things in this world exist beyond human understanding. They are closer to fantasy than science, but are neither. They are not fantasy in that they exist, and they are not science in that they are not well understood. Some of these things are comparatively mundane, even useful - a key that can open any door, a gun whose bullets only hit a particular man, pills that cure all illnesses. A machine that can improve whatever it operates on into something human hands could not make."
Kenzo switched into a darker tone.
"Unfortunately, these are in the minority. Most are not useful in any capacity - just disturbing. Radio shows from no known source with bizarre content. People that share memories. Many of them are quite dangerous - a malevolent statue that can move whenever it is not observed, killing anything it sees. Ships that abduct people at random. An alarm clock with the capacity to shake the planet to pieces. Beings that cannot be killed and have a grudge against humanity. Things with the capacity to destroy reality itself."
I frowned. "I don't believe you. Those things cannot exist."
Kenzo's smiled widened. "They do, and the reason you don't believe is primarily my job. I am - and now you are, too - part of an organization dedicated to isolating these sorts of things, whether they be people, places, things, or events, from the general population."
"Why me? What will I do? I am an admiral, not a… whatever you are."
"Usually, we're just called agents. Me, in particular? I'm an extraction specialist. You… you will become an Overseer." A tinge of awe crept into his voice.
"I don't know what that is. Not in this context."
"You will be one of the thirteen people on our organization's highest authority. I do not think you appreciate just how powerful we are. I'm not sure I could convey that, even if I tried. It's something you will see for yourself."
"Why would you take a total outsider and put him in charge of your organization?"
"You are a special case. It's been policy for a long time that exactly one Overseer at any given time is someone from outside of the organization - an outside perspective on things. Many anomalies - those things I talked about earlier - require severe containment procedures. The human cost is quite high. An ethics committee exists… but there are still some horrors that are unavoidable."
"Explain yourself."
"I am afraid I cannot. You will be briefed as fully as possible once we reach the ground, and then even further once we remove you from the island. Continuing - a outsider Overseer is the most human perspective we can possibly have - someone who was insulated from the inside, but can now see everything without the taint of previous exposure or censorship."
I began to press him further, but he stopped me. "The American fighters will be here soon. Once we are on the ground, I can answer further questions."
Within minutes, I heard bursts of gunfire. The plane began to swerve wildly. The rapid THUNKTHUNKTHUNKTHUNK of bullets hitting their mark startled me.
The plane pitched steeply down. I could not see from the passenger compartment, but I knew the plane would crash any minute, destroying whatever normal life I had before.
That was the last thought I had before I came to, still strapped into the doomed plane. Kenzo jostled me awake. "That worked better than expected. Come with me, we have little time." I followed him out of the plane, which had maintained its shape remarkably well.
"Do I have any choice in this matter? Becoming an overseer?"
"There's always a choice, Admiral. I've been authorized to allow you to commit suicide. I see you have your officer's sword at hand - but I have cyanide capsules here, if you prefer."
I scoffed. Hardly a choice. Crawling out of the plane, the decision became obvious.
"I accept your offer to become an Overseer, and whatever that entails."
Kenzo bowed. "I hoped as much. Your new designation is O5-10. You will be provided with background on the other O5s, including the late -10, and whatever other information you desire that we can possibly muster. Welcome to the Foundation, Isoroku Yamamoto."
Operation Matchstick
Dates: Oct 24 1930 to Feb 30 1936
Objectives: Ensure government in Japan
"There's a fucking war on, Jimmy! There's millions of dollars to be had! We have all the technology in the world - there's something we can offer there."
James Patrick Beckett rubbed his face in his hands. "Give me time, I can find something. The Germans are really interested in those automatic torpedoes, and I'm sure -" His boss cut him off. "Look, our department is underwater. We're under a lot of pressure to turn out something that we can really leverage, or we're gonna get axed. Forget little things. We need a big-ticket item to pitch at the brass, and we need it by the end of the week." he said, with some mixture of hope and resignation. With that, he left.
James lit another cigarette. He'd gone through half a pack today. Thoughts swirled in his head. He liked working here. The money was decent, and the stuff he got to work on - it was really something else. Nothing he saw in his six years of engineering school, nor the two with Rock Island Arsenal. Prometheus Labs hired him from there, and here he was, three months into the job and already in dire straits.
Hours passed with little progress.
Clocks rang twelve. It was a Tuesday - James usually ate out on Tuesdays. He enjoyed walking out to the docks and watching the ships while he ate his ten-cent sandwich.
So he did.
He took a technical guide on the way out. Prometheus Labs put them together - stuff about things in development, or newly released products. It would inevitably be something related to the war raging in Europe, but it would be something to read while he ate, at least.
He sat on a bench overlooking the bay. Large cargo ships prominently displaying the Union Jack and the Tricolour sat at the dock while crates were loaded, undoubtedly carrying arms and other military supplies. He languidly ate his sandwich and watched the trucks and dockworkers scurry about the yard. Undoubtedly, he thought, the Brits and the French were doing the same thing in docks. The war machine grinds on.
He glanced through the manual. Nothing seemed very interesting in particular - normal ships, normal weapons, newer and faster ways of industrialized death. A tractor carrying a gun? Ridiculous, he surmised. They can't fit in trenches, but they would have the armor to… hm. James frowned. He was intrigued by the idea, and also slightly disappointed he didn't come up with it first. Lunch ended, and he returned to his desk. The armored tractor continued to occupy his mind, similar to how it might occupy a battlefield. It's too big, he thought. Too easily stuck, or disabled. The armor is nice, but the mobility cost too great. If only they could put that kind of armor on the men in the trenches.
Well, why not?
It'd be heavy - they would need engines, probably gas-driven, to operate. Size needed to be a minimum - they had to fit in the trenches.
He moved to his drafting table, and began drawing up plans. Armor there, a motor there… an idea took shape.
By the end of the week, his boss was on the phone with overseas clients in the United Kingdom.
"Comrade Beckett, the battle is lost. They're withdrawing to the Urals."
James, once again, rubbed his face in his hands. It reminded him of the days of yore, and of his manager all those years ago when their department was about to fold. Heh, he thought. Those were the days. It was the other guys getting shot at, and he had been young and spry and full of life.
An artillery battery opened fire in the distance. Beckett tensed instinctively, but relaxed, satisfied that this particularly lavish den was safe for the moment.
He laid back in the chair and lit another cigarette - he had tried for years to quit, but never quite made it. He nearly made it before the war, but the mounting stress shattered that particular effort.
"We're really in the shit now," Sarkhov thought aloud. Sarkhov had been the only friendly face Beckett had seen in weeks - he was the cook at the design bureau, who had been sent to the front. Only by sheer coincidence had their paths crossed again. He sat at their portable radio, kit, waiting for any glimpse of hope to crackle over its beaten headset.
He stared at the pistol in his wrinkled hands that he didn't quite remember picking up. Closer to sixty than fifty, hiding underneath some dacha outside Moscow, in a shooting war with a technologically superior enemy that he had helped create. Indirectly, at least. His old employer, good old Prometheus Labs, had sold out to both sides, and the snake had eaten itself - the Soviet department was all but obliterated by their German counterparts.
James was pretty sure he was the only one left.
"Beckett, someone on the radio." Sarkhov called, puzzling over the radio. He felt something between confusion and fear.
"And?"
"They're calling for you. By name."
Beckett frowned. There were only a handful of people that knew he existed, much less his actual name. "Who did they say they were?"
Sarkhov nodded. "Salmonov Controls Production. Not any bureau I've ever heard of."
Beckett knew exactly who they were. "Give me that headset."
"James Beckett speaking. Who is this?"
"Irrelevant. Someone broke the third Hague Convention. We are dealing with a Rosencrantz scenario. An armored truck will appear at your location in ten minutes. Get in it. More information will come." The signal cut out abruptly."And now I'm getting dragged into some Foundation plot."
"Foundation?" Sarkhov asked.
"It's a long and confusing story. They were a, uh, competitor… but at this point they're one of the only players in this game that isn't going to shoot me on sight. For now, anyway."
A truck pulled up outside. It didn't look that much different than a normal truck.
"Damn, they're fast. That's them. If anyone asks, you're my bodyguard. Let me do the talking." Sarkhov nodded.
Both men entered the truck.
A woman began bombarding them with questions immediately. "I know you're Beckett. And he is?"
"Sarkhov. Bodyguard." Beckett answered, gesturing to the battered SMG Sarkhov cradled in his arms.
"Eh, doesn't really matter. Name's Mira. I'm the one in charge of cleaning up this particular mess."
"Helluva a short straw your drew. Those conventions exist for a reason. Fucking with the timeline is not something to be done for fun and profit. Mind if I smoke?"
"Only if I can have one too. God knows I need one." Beckett offered a third to Sarkhov. "I'm good for now. Sir."
Mira and Beckett both inhaled deeply. "What exactly am I here for?" Beckett queried.
"I'll be frank here, we're out of options at this point. Whoever's been hitting the Soviets has a vendetta against the Foundation. Everyone's scattered. Projections suggest a keter-level event in the next 48 hours. At least a dozen sites compromised, and I can't raise another thirty on radio. Desperate times call for desperate measures, and we, uh, knew you were hiding out here. Enemy of my enemy is my friend, and here we are."
"That didn't answer my question. What do you expect me to do? I'm an engineer, not a miracle worker. Nor a reality bender."
"Like I said, we're grasping at straws. Here's the shortlist of potentially useful anomalies - I'm not sure what you can make of it." Mira handed over a large packet. "They're sorted by utility first, and then potential side effects."
Beckett paged through the packet. "You really don't have a lot to work with here. Any temporal effects are either too minor or too unpredictable to be of use."
"Same conclusion we came to."
Beckett paused. "SCP-711? 'Insurance Policy'? I think I remember reading about that one. I think that one might be a bit of a false hope, I'm afraid, but we might be able to use it to solve this particular problem."
Mira didn't react. "It can't help us, all messages received have already been sent. That final message hasn't been sent yet, but will be by someone who at least follows Foundation procedures, if nothing else. As long as that isn't sent, we should continue to exist. We hope, anyway."
"That's what it says in the document. But do you know that that is the case? It didn't seem to be something you can test rigorously. There's a lot of elements that you can't account for."
"Like? I'll admit, time and space were not my specialties. I'm in charge of this particular initiative because everyone else is either dead or just a bit more useless than I am."
"Well, mainstream theories about time have greatly changed in the past several decades. Quantum mechanics and all that. But the major thing you're not taking into account is alternate timelines."
"I've read the journals. Every other message that 711 received came from this one. I'd call that pretty solid proof that 711 can only receive from the timeline it exists in."
Beckett scratched his head. "Hm… but all those messages would not have altered the timeline significantly, after having received them. But what if a message received caused the Foundation to take different actions - causing not to be sent?"
Mira sank back into truck bench, and took another drag on her cigarette. "I guess that is true. It's not something we've experimented with. That final string is the one that might have the properties you're thinking of - but that's so classified it's locked in a vault on the other side of the planet. Nazis have probably nuked it by now."
"It's our best shot, I think. And even then, not a very good one. It's entirely possibly that the document is correct, and the sending of new messages is causally impossible. Meaning that whatever we do will have catastrophic results."
Mira shook her head. "I wasn't kidding about the 'being out of options' bit. We don't have much of a choice. Two compromised sites housed ZK-class - that would be reality-ending, if you're not familiar with our classifications - entities. They've got failsafes in place, but they're not designed for use longer than a couple hours. The universe will probably end in the next couple of days anyway. I feel like we're in the twilight of reality as we know it."
Beckett cracked a half-smile. "I'd rather go out with a bang than a whimper. Get me to SCP-711. I'll solve your problem."
SHORT VERSION
SCP-1914 is onsite.
Anomaly assisted Nazis are kicking the door down.
1914 and Sarkhov fight while Beckett and Mira figure out 711.
711 used to send message
Cuts to 'current' 1944 in the real timeline.
Beckett has quit smoking.
Yanma Mirski, in another time and place, paged through SCP-711's full unredacted documentation.
"So, string 17 is a warning about anomalous assaults on Foundation sites in the '40s? But it was never sent."
The chair creaked as he slumped backed into it.
"What do you make of that?" Quinton asked, looming from behind his shorter companion.
"String 17 refers to something else - the only '40s in years to date while the machine has been in operation were the 1940s, and nothing significant happened then. Maybe it refers to the 2040s? 2140s? You'd think that they would have specified." Yanma paused. "Well, I guess message complexity was an issue. Still, something's missing."
Quinton dropped a packet on his desk.
Operation Matchstick
"What's this?" Yanma asked, paging through.
"It's all the Chaos Insurgency plots that were foiled in the '40s, most of which were only caught due to the warning supplied by SCP-711."
"So it does refer to the 1940s. But it was still never sent. Unless… " Yanma paused.
"Unless?"
"Unless it was sent from an alternate timeline. The timeline it was sent from was overwritten by the reaction to its receipt."
Quinton nodded. "Meaning?"
Yanma bowed his head. "It's no insurance policy at all. Everyone is resting on a false hope."
"The desert has a quiet solemnity to it, doesn't it?" Mira pondered aloud, peering out from behind her binoculars.
"Sorta, but much more so when there isn't a convoy to stop." Lloyd replied, his eyes glued to the targeting scope of the Konkurs AT missile they had 'borrowed' from a Syrian army depot four days ago. "Also, when it isn't so bloody hot." She chuckled briefly, and then went full Mira-serious, like she always did on a job. "I see them. There's four - no, six - large trucks. I think it's being headed by some kind of APC, BTR…80? I think? and there's a couple technicals bringing up the rear. Dmitri, get me the radio. We hit these guys in ten minu…. Wait, shit that's a lot more. That's a T-55A, no, two. And a… Tunguska? Where did they get a SPAAG?" She furrowed her brow. Mira had the whole Warsaw Pact catalogue memorized - to see something she didn't recognize was unheard of. "No, the turret's the wrong shape. I don't recognize the shape. Doesn't matter, Konkurs should crack it wide open. Intel was good, we hit this thing in ten minutes."
Mira rubbed her hands on her face. "Dmitri, convene the War Council."
"War Council, all members report in." Dmitri barked into the radio, and it crackled to life.
"Blowdart, standing by."
"Rapier, standing by."
Mira took the microphone. "Spearthower, standing by."
"Vulture, standing by."
"Prepare for Contingency Orange. I'll be sending relevant details shortly. Any suggestions?"
"This is Messer. Take out the SPAAG first, pull the extra men off Spearthrower. Four squads should be plenty."
"This is Spearthrower. Wilco, sending a squad when the fireworks start."
Everything was already mostly prepared. "Lloyd, join the extra squad. I can take the missile, but I need you check that SPAAG. Something is rubbing the wrong way about it."
"Blowdart, read."
"Rapier, standing by."
Mira took the microphone. "Spearthower, standing by."
"Vulture, standing by."
"This is Spearthower. Execute."
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-XXXX consists of two parts: the containment and management of XXXX-Echo events, and the suppression of information regarding these events to the general public. Research into preemptively preventing XXXX-Echo events is ongoing.
SCP-
If SCP-XXXX-affected instances issue impossible demands or demands cannot be met,
Description: SCP-XXXX is a memetic hazard of unknown origin that causes infected individuals to
In XXXX-Echo events, infected individuals will congregate in groups of between four and eighty depending on the size of the location they occupy. Once in location, infected individuals will take hostages in a coordinated fashion, as if working in conjunction with one another, despite having no contact prior to the event. Language barriers and disabilities also appear to have no effect in reducing the effectiveness of SCP-XXXX instances. Once SCP-XXXX instances have secured their hostages, they will seek to open negotiations. They will then state their demands. Demands of SCP-XXXX instances have range from mundane to nonsensical. See Event Logs XXXX-1 through -3.
Date: ██/██/187█
Location: Virginia City, Nevada
Description: Seven miners enter a bar armed with dynamite and take fifteen hostages. When negotiations opened, they
Action:
Result:
It was going to be a pretty normal day, for once. No weird containment breach drills, no ongoing containment challenges. Maybe I won't have to lie to my friends about work today. Or my parents.
After a long day of emails not sending, password resets, and some bizarre issues that certainly felt anomalous, it was time for the end of day meeting.
Information Technology at Site-87 really wasn't that big of a department. A couple of network engineers and a handful of service desk employees. One guy on contract to handle the printers. Our manager. We managed to fill a small conference room for an afternoon meeting.
"Jack, you having anything for us?" asked my manager, with the same monotone I had listened to for the past three years. It was kind of funny, actually. I work at possibly the most dangerous and exciting organization in the entire world, and my boss still manages to make it feel like a particularly boring accounting firm.
"Not a whole lot," I replied. "Did anyone get around to talking to Anomalous Materials about that phishing email they're getting?"
Then again, 'IT' and 'exciting' seldom go together, even at S&C Plastics.
"I did," said Ray, one of the network engineers. "We've blocked the IPs so far, but they've been jumping around. Jimmy checked it, it had a class-4 cognitohazard attached. I've already scrubbed the drive. You should be good to rebuild it." Some of our network engineers also doubled as memeticists.
"Dr. Melbourne will be out for a couple weeks, but he's expected to make a full recovery. Sandra up front got a card for him. Stop by and sign it when you get the chance."
Jimmy chimed in. "Also, while we're on the topic, reiterate the importance of not opening attachments from addresses they don't recognize. Everyone at Site-87 has been through the standard training but you know how some users are. We're up to six incidents this quarter. I know it isn't our fault, but inevitably we end up with some of the blame."
"I guess I'm up anyway," Jimmy continued. "So, this week's threat assessment. Much better than last month. E-9933 took over the Building 4's print server and began demanding parliamentary elections, but the fail-safes succeeded in severing that server from the network. Jack's been attached to the recovery team as the IT advisor." Great. I always get the weird ones. "…anyway, other than our little revolutionary the only other thing on the radar is E-1150. It's the… Dangling semantic pointer? I think that's what they're calling it. Anyway, if you see anyone acting strange - well, stranger than usual - let someone know. The research team doesn't believe there's any digital impact, but you know how this place goes. Any questions?"
There weren't any.
"Moving along." My manager shuffled his papers briefly. "We're still in the process of finalizing the technology migration. Everything looks okay so far from an IT perspective, except… They're going to be Linux based, internal distribution. Something they came up with at Site 19." A cacophony of groans arose from around the table.
"They do know that half the staff has never used anything resembling Linux, right? And their issues become our issues," Ray argued, probably hoping that restating the obvious would alter the course management had blindly set for us.
"Half the antiquated software we use barely works on the machines we have now. You know the users will riot when we take away their favorite spreadsheet and containment management software." I added, also hoping the same thing.
"Unfortunately, that particular decision is already finalized. Security has always been pushing for Linux for years, and I guess management finally caved. We've scheduled mandatory training sessions for users. I suggest everyone brush up on their *nix and prepare for a lot of broken software and confused end users." A half smile appeared on my manager's normally dull face. "I didn't even get to the best part. They're calling in GNUclid. Yes, it's spelled like that. They even have the logo." The melancholy of the table quickly broke into snickering, and then hysterics.
"Seriously, that's what they're calling it? I mean… Site 19 be damned, at least they have a sense of humor," Jimmy exclaimed between bursts of laughter.
My boss returned to his normal boring old self as quickly as he had left it. Laughter died down. "There's a couple upsides, at least. The security package we've been struggling to push through for the past five years has been integrated into the OS itself and heavily revamped. There will be more on that in the coming weeks, they've estimated it for early next month. I think we're done -"
"Wait, I nearly forgot!" our printer guy, Tony, interjected. "Sorry to be the bearer of more bad news," he began sheepishly. "The tech migration reminded me. We're phasing out the fax machines this week." A slight chuckle from around the table. "No, not with E-480, as much as I'd like to. Anyway, a lot of the older end users, especially the important ones, do everything over fax. There's fax functionality in the all-in-ones, but they might have a hard time with it. I'll be all over the place handling fax issues for the next couple weeks. You guys might have to jump in on printers for a while." The other service desk folks and I began lamenting our fate. Printers at normal offices cause enough problems. Just wait until the printers start printing with lymph fluid rather than ink. Or start printing jobs from a GRU 'P' division site dated to 1981.
Our manager wrapped up the meeting. "Infrastructure team, I sent you guys an email about the upcoming server migration. Service desk, you should be good to go."
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-XXXX consists of two parts: the containment and management of XXXX-Echo events, and the suppression of information regarding these events to the general public. Research into preemptively preventing XXXX-Echo events is ongoing.
Should an XXXX-Echo event occur, MTF Phi-04 ("The Negotiators") should be deployed to the scene and assume control of whatever force is currently negotiating with SCP-XXXX instances. Standard amnestic procedures apply. Once in command, operatives should open up negotiations with SCP-XXXX instances immediately. Any demands should be met if at all possible.
If the demands of SCP-XXXX are met, all SCP-XXXX-1 instances and hostages should be dosed with Class-B amnestics and released. A scenario from Disinformation Schedule 10A should be released to the media as explanation for the event.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a memetic hazard of unknown origin that causes infected individuals to
In XXXX-Echo events, infected individuals will congregate in groups of between four and eighty depending on the size of the location they occupy. Once in location, infected individuals will take hostages in a coordinated fashion, as if working in conjunction with one another, despite having no contact prior to the event. Language barriers and disabilities also appear to have no effect in reducing the effectiveness of SCP-XXXX instances. Once SCP-XXXX instances have secured their hostages, they will seek to open negotiations. They will then state their demands. Demands of SCP-XXXX instances have range from mundane to nonsensical. See Event Logs XXXX-1 through -3.
Date: ██/██/187█
Location: Virginia City, Nevada
Description: Seven miners enter a bar armed with dynamite and take fifteen hostages. When negotiations opened, they
Action:
Result:
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX should be stored in a high-security locker at Site 73. Under no circumstance should any personnel be allowed to access SCP-XXXX without the approval of the Site Director. Testing with SCP-XXXX is no longer permitted.
Description: SCP-XXXX appears to a panic button, similar to those found in gas stations and convenience stores. However, it requires no connection to operate, and is not associated with any known security company. A minimal user's guide was recovered with the object - see Document XXXX-1.
When pressed, some event in the world will receive widespread media attention, effectively shifting all media attention from previous controversies onto the new instance. Generated events have included:
- Mass shootings
- Assassination attempts, both successful and unsuccessful
- Leaked, controversial information from national intelligence services
- Crime
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX-2 is current uncontainable. Containment efforts should focus on the recovery and destruction of SCP-XXXX-1 sets.
Instances of SCP-XXXX-1 are to be contained in soundproof chambers at Areas 32 and 74, to provide redundancy in the event one set should fail or be lost. These soundproof chambers should be fitted with fetnanyl gas emitters. Two armed guards equipped with ear and gas protection are to be posted outside the chamber. Broadcasts from SCP-XXXX-2 are to be transcribed by D-class personnel, designated SCP-XXXX-A. Instances of SCP-XXXX-A are to be cycled every eight hours, and are to be housed in a standard soundproofed containment cells, with the addition that under no circumstances should SCP-XXXX-A instances be given access to any electronic device or any quantity of metal over five grams.
As soon as an instance of SCP-XXXX-A becomes aware of a location, it should immediately be reported to containment staff to recover the new instance of SCP-XXXX-1.
Written transcripts are to be autonomously analyzed for memetic agents. Should an XXXX-Zulu event occur, Protocol XXXX-Oscar is to be enacted.
Description: SCP-XXXX-1 instances are comprised of a set of homemade shortwave crystal radio receiver and headset. The receiver has no mechanism of changing frequency
SCP-XXXX-2 is the only transmitting station that SCP-XXXX-1 receives. SCP-XXXX-2 is an unidentified human male, speaking in Midwestern English. Broadcasts from SCP-XXXX-2 are comprised of emulations of various radio shows common to public broadcasting in North America. The following have been identified:
- Prairie Home Companion
- Wait Wait Don't Tell Me
- Car Talk
- Vinyl Cafe
- This American Life
- All Things Considered
However, at least a third of all transcripts do not relate to these. Identifying the origins of the remainder is ongoing.
SCP-XXXX-2 will accurately emulate previously aired episodes of these shows, including attempting to emulate voices of each speaker and any sound effects in the episode.
At some point in listening to SCP-XXXX-2's show, the listener will become aware of a location usually either in the form of a latitude and longitude, or an address. 85% of instances have been crowded attics or basements in private homes. The remainder have been divided between storage units, junkyards, and locations similar to those. In these locations, a new, functioning SCP-XXXX-1 set is found. No differences between SCP-XXXX-1 sets have been determined. Owners of the location where these are found have denied knowledge of its origin.
Inside of radio shows, SCP-XXXX-2 will infrequently (~6.8%) include memetic agents, SCP-XXXX-3. These are termed XXXX-Zulu events.
Anyone exposed to SCP-XXXX-3 becomes an instance of SCP-XXXX-B. All instances of SCP-XXXX-B will attempt to spread SCP-XXXX-3 by any means available. Should an instance of SCP-XXXX-B succeed in converting █ additional instances, it will then suffer a massive hemorrhagic stroke and immediately expire. Instances of SCP-XXXX-B will attempt to brute force their way to the an outside means of communication. Class-A amnesiacs have proven effective in treating SCP-XXXX-3 exposure Instances of SCP-XXXX-B will actively hide their SCP-XXXX-B status and use subterfuge and [DATA EXPUNGED] to attempt to breach containment. Previous amnesiac treatment to be considered ineffective without psychiatric evaluation. See Incidents XXXX-3 and XXXX-4.
SCP-XXXX-2 broadcast may occur consecutively, or may have periods of weeks or months between broadcasts. The necessity of listening to the entirety of SCP-XXXX-2 broadcast has merited 24 hour monitoring by D-class.
Recovery Log: The initial instance of SCP-XXXX-1 was delivered to Site 29 by an unknown courier. In addition to the initial instance, a pair of letters addressed to one Dr. Damon.13 Transcripts of both letters can be found in Recovery Documents XXXX-1 - Letters to Dr. Damon. Courier given Class E status and housed in standard containment chamber until further notice. Courier suffers from moderate mental disability as a result of several invasive cranial surgeries, but appears to be unaffected by SCP-XXXX-3.
Protocol XXXX-Oscar
As soon as automated analysis recognizes an instance of SCP-XXXX-3 in transcripts, fentanyl gas is to be pumped into the containment chamber as well as D-class living quarters. All those possibly affected are to receive Class-B amnestics and be placed on psychiatric observation for two three months. Should SCP-XXXX-3 infect staff, the Site 988 Area 32 is to be locked down and MTF Eta-10 ("See No Evil") called in contain the breach. Liquidation of staff should be avoided if possible.
Incident XXXX-1
[DATA EXPUNGED]
Autonomous analysis algorithms were updated to prevent another incident. SCP-XXXX-1 moved to Area 32. Monitoring of SCP-XXXX-2's broadcast and other operations at Site 988 are to resume as soon as possible. Agent Perkins rewarded Foundation Gold Star posthumously for her part in containing the breach. Dr. van Hoff is to be replaced by Dr. Smith - Site Director ██████
Incident XXXX-2
On 12/03/200█ During a routine security sweep of D-class quarters, security officers discovered a makeshift transmitter, tentatively designated SCP-████. SCP-████ was a fully functional shortwave transmitter over ██ kilometers composed of paperclips, smuggled metal silverware, fingernails, dried blood, bone, and [DATA EXPUNGED]. Due to the remoteness of Area 32, this containment breach was never extended beyond the site. Analysis by D-class of previous transcripts revealed that an instance of SCP-XXXX-3 was present in a transcript recorded three month ago, and was not registered by automated analysis. All D-class related to the project were terminated and replaced. SCP-████ contained at Site ██. After Incident XXXX-2, containment procedures for D-class working with SCP-XXXX-1 have been revised. Fentanyl gas emitters also installed in SCP-XXXX-A containment areas. Protocol XXX-Oscar revised.
Two letters were delivered with the package containing the initial SCP-XXXX-1 instance, along with nearly two thousand pages of documentation. Documentation on the operation of SCP-XXXX-1, SCP-XXXX-2 and SCP-XXXX-3 became the foundation for the containment procedures and description of SCP-XXXX. However, documentation relating to the origin of the initial SCP-XXXX-1 instance is incoherent and poses a class 4 memetic hazard.
My Dear Friend,
If you are receiving this letter, something has gone horribly wrong. I was hoping that I could handle this myself, but the presence of this letter in your hands means that I could not. In this package is something terrible. I think it had something to do with [DATA EXPUNGED] all those years ago. I dosed you with something in development dubbed an 'amnestic'. If you ever had issues with remembering things - sorry about that. I didn't want to get you involved. I know I pressured you into it. This was my fight, and my nephew and I have been fighting it ever since. I've enclosed all my research into these documents. Whatever happens, you can't let it spread. It'll kill everyone. All I was trying to do was make the world a better place. Memes seemed like a great vector for that. But something went wrong. Cerebral hemorrhages. Compulsions. It's a virus with 100% transmission and 100% lethality. Receiving this letter means that I am no longer able to continue with my task of protecting the world from my creation. You always were the smart one - I'm sure you'll find a way.Your Friend, [REDACTED]
The second letter was addressed to the courier. Due to the diligence of the antimemetics team at Site 29, SCP-XXXX-3 was not disseminated. Courier claims to have read letter, but no signs of SCP-XXXX-3 memetic infection. Further research ongoing.
I was careful! So fucking careful! But I got an earful. And now it's developing. I'm not sure how long the drugs will keep working. I should be able to stave off the compulsions for at least a few more minutes. Get my affairs in order. Give this to Dr. Damon at [REDACTED]14, he'll know what to do. Make sure he reads the whole thing. ████████████████████████████15 You've been very good to me, my nephew. I'm sorry. For everything I had to do, to you, to me, to everyone. The good doctor should be able to fix everything. He always did. Remember, when you get to the front desk, tell the receptionist ████████████████████████████16 and give them this note and the package. Put all the documentation - everything from the safe and the lab - in that box. Regardless of what happens, I know you'll be okay, and that gives me hope. Go to Dr. Damon and stay there, he can take care of you. There's something I have to do.
I'm Sorry, [REDACTED]
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I know what a lot of you are thinking. "Surely you can't be serious. It can't be that bad, can it?" It is. Let me throw a couple examples at you.
Many of you will do work with SCP-1427 at one point in your career. That particular case illustrates my previous points rather well.
If you're not familiar with that particular skip, it's an obelisk that, takes the nearest twenty thousand or so people, and obliterates their personality unless they fulfill a very specific set of personality specifications regarding submission to authority. They become philosophical zombies. The mechanics of the effect remain a mystery. There is no way to block it or prevent its effect.
It is currently situated in the Democratic People's Republic of Korea. It has been there for the past thirty years. It has experienced zero containment breaches.
In the course of breach prevention, we have disposed of journalists and spies, instigated wars, installed dictators, provided advanced military equipment to those dictators and prevented other countries from intervening militarily and exposing our actions and presence there.
Not to mention the thousands kept in concentration camps, tortured and worked to death, and the millions of others living in poverty in a totalitarian regime.
We publish intentionally visceral tales of the horrors inside North Korea to discourage visitors and other journalists. Virtually all of the journalism done in North Korea is controlled by us. Defectors? There are no defectors. No one has escaped North Korea since 1985. Anyone after that is a Disinformation Bureau plant or falsified data. Anyone else that tries dies in the attempt.
Every time relations between North Korea and the rest of the world begin to warm, we ensure they remain frigid. That has included murdering border guards in cold blood, testing weapons of mass destruction, instigating terrorism, and many other initiatives.
Every time North Korea looked as if it might finally collapse, we bribed UN officials to provide aid, stepped in as advisors while the secret police cracks down on possible dissidents, and used whatever means necessary to keep the North Korean government from toppling.
SCP-1427 presents a very nice microcosm of what Disinformation Bureau activities entail.
Yeah. Those. That's what I mean. Instant detraction and contempt from the public, and a virtually guaranteed long prison sentence. Whatever they said or will say in the future will bear the taint of that incident. It is not uncommon for targets to enter a death spiral or commit suicide after such events.
"The desert has a quiet solemnity to it, doesn't it?" Mira pondered aloud, peering out from behind her binoculars.
"Sorta, but much more so when there isn't a convoy to stop." Lloyd replied, his eyes glued to the targeting scope of the Konkurs AT missile they had 'borrowed' from a Syrian army depot four days ago. "Also, when it isn't so bloody hot." She chuckled briefly, and then went full Mira-serious, like she always did on a job. "I see them. There's four - no, six - large trucks. I think it's being headed by some kind of APC, BTR…80? I think? and there's a couple technicals bringing up the rear. Dmitri, get me the radio. We hit these guys in ten minu…. Wait, shit that's a lot more. That's a T-55A, no, two. And a… Tunguska? Where did they get a SPAAG?" She furrowed her brow. Mira had the whole Warsaw Pact catalogue memorized - to see something she didn't recognize was unheard of. "No, the turret's the wrong shape. I don't recognize the shape." - Radio calls began coming in immediately.
Mira rubbed her hands on her face. "Dmitri, convene the War Council. We've got maybe twenty minutes before we squander our opportunity and we need to reevaluate."
"War Council, all members report in." Dmitri barked into the radio, and it crackled to life.
"Blowdart, standing by."
"Messer, standing by."
Mira took the microphone. "Spearthower, standing by."
"Vulture, standing by."
"Prepare for Contingency Orange. I'll be sending relevant details shortly. Any suggestions?"
"This is Messer. Take out the SPAAG first, pull the extra men off Spearthrower. Four squads should be plenty."
"This is Spearthrower. Wilco, sending a squad when the fireworks start."
He knew what he had to do. Desperate times call for desperate measures, and desperate measure meant alterting the timeline. "Sarkhov? Do you still have that radio?" James asked. "Da, I have it here. What do you need it for?" Sarkhov replied.
"I thing I have one last trick up my sleeve. It might not work, but it's worth a shot. Otherwise, we fight until our dying breath."
Sarkhov chuckled. "Do whatever you need to. Any tools we managed to recover are in room B16, otherwise you're on your own."
He shuffled through the papers he had hastily packed into a briefcase before escaping - schematics, invoices, essays, journals, receipts, newspapers - he hadn't been very selective. He wasn't even sure he grabbed the right ones at all.
Two hours later, he had a better selection that expected. 40 of 47 pages on a Prometheus Labs journal article on extratemporal communication, relatively complete documentation on the large pile of anomalous parts Sarkhov had borrowed from a GRU research office, and three schematics on other time-related circuits.
Sarkhov entered his makeshift workshop as Beckett started drawing up the schematic.
"The motherland called me to arms - I still don't understand why you haven't given up yet."
James didn't look up from the pile of papers in front of him. "The fascists are a blight upon Earth. Besides, if you break here, my country is next. The Huns have all of Europe -"
Sarkhov finished his sentence. "…and the best hope for victory is two old men and a radio?"
"Something like that."
Beckett worked skillfully - he enjoyed the hands-on aspects of electronic craftsmanship. Soviet equipment was often a bit shoddy, but the radio Sarkhov had picked up was decent enough. In minutes he had the entire assembly in pieces.
"What exactly is this supposed to do?" Sarkhov asked.
"I suppose I can tell you, since, ideally, we won't remember this anyway," Beckett replied. Sarkhov frowned. "I'm not sure what you're getting at."
"Well, what this is supposed to do is allow me to send a radio signal into the past. Someone will pick it up, and hopefully follow the instructions I give them. Ordinarily, this sort of thing would be far too dangerous - but I think that journal article shows that the worst consequences can be avoided, and best case, the course events take will be different. Maybe we'll win the war, or it won't happen at all."
Sarkhov pondered that a bit. He was a simple man, a tavernkeeper from the north side of Moscow.
"A different course of events, hm."
"That's the best case. I'm not even sure if transmitting to the past is possible. Transmitting to the future and listening to the past is easy - but doing the reverse of has always caused issues."
Sarkhov continued to ponder the implications, "You mean - if this all works out, there might be a chance that my wife and sons will still be alive?" Hope creeped into his voice.
Beckett didn't react. "Maybe. There's no telling what will occur. Remember what I said earlier - we won't remember any of this. And it's a onetime thing - either it works or it doesn't. If it worked, we won't be able to tell it worked - the course of events will alter itself to accommodate for past actions, probably radically."
Sarkhov struggled to wrap his mind around the concept. "What if that means you never build the radio?"
Beckett smiled. Maybe he underestimated Sarkhov's intelligence. "That was always the sticking point in the past - and the reason no one started trying things like this. I think we'll be okay as long as I make it a causal loop - I just need to make sure that in the new series of events I send the same communication to the same point in time."
Official Unit Name: "Mike" Squad
Affiliation: Chaos Insurgency
Type: Shock Infantry
Threat Level: Orange
Composition: Up to 30 instances per one controller
Armament: Varies. See description.
Description: The only reliable ways of neutralizing an instance are the severance of the implant package and exsanguination.
Tactics: As instances are indiscriminately violent, they are only deployed in large-scale engagements against large concentrations. Once deployed, they will use human-wave tactics in order to overwhelm defenders. The implant has difficulty controlling the fine motor skills required to operate firearms efficiently, and operators will generally push instances into close quarters combat.
Vulnerabilities: While instances will tolerate vast amounts of small arms fire, they have no additional durability. Instances also lack the ability to discern and avoid danger - if instances are expected to be used, the preemptive deployment of minefields may mitigate the risk entirely.
E-1260 suffers from persistent migraine headaches. In order to treat this, he has been prescribed a drug regimen of topiramate and timolol. E-1260 is also missing his left hand at the wrist - a prosthetic has been provided.
E-1260: Oh, hey doc. Another interview?
Dr. Foster: Yes. Before we start: taken those meds yet? They working okay?
E-1260: Yeah, actually. I can actually think coherently for more than half an hour at a time.
E-1260: What's the topic today?
Dr. Foster: Go ahead and start from when you got transferred to the project.
E-1260: Alright. So I had been a subject for a long while. I'm told they run internal lotteries for things like this. They just pulled me from my cell in the middle of the night, packed me into a shipping container with maybe a hundred others. Several uncomfortable hours later, we unloaded in some desert lab. Couldn't tell you where.
E-1260: They sorted us into two groups - I got put in the smaller one, which is generally a good sign. Got packed into a classroom. Mentioned something about "genetic markers" and "obedience metrics".
E-1260: There was a lady - introduced herself as a Doctor Craggs. I'll never forget her, she was a real piece of work. Spent three or so hours lecturing on what the goal was, what she was going to do the others, and what she was going to do to us. In exquisite detail, what chunks of our brains would be replaced, what would happen, getting lobotomized - all with this oddly giddy tone, like a kid talking about what everything is in his favorite TV show.
Dr. Foster: What else do you remember of her?
E-1260: Not a whole lot - she was the overseer for the training, but didn't really acknowledge us otherwise. Always talked at, never with, you get me?
Dr. Foster: Yes. Continue.
E-1260: Over the next few days, all of us got these -
E-1260 taps the port on the back of his head.
E-1260: - in the back of our heads. They told us we would be controllers, because, as that bitch Craggs put it, "We had been good little boys and girls." She then said that only four of us were necessary - the other six would be vivisected for future iterations.
E-1260: We had to demonstrate our ability to control the subjects and get them to accomplish tasks and complete objectives. Don't ask me to explain it, I haven't a bleeding clue on how it actually works. The way you got the mikes - that's what they're called over there - to do anything was more an art than a science. No one knew if it was controlled with willpower, or thought, or emotion, or anything like that. I got it through it by channeling emotion into 'em. Mostly anger and sadness. Drove them nuts, but it got them to fight like tigers. Maybe there was a better way to do it, I don't know. Everyone was fighting for their lives, and wouldn't cooperate even if they had the opportunity.
E-1260: I just barely made it through. I don't know how - my performance seemed piss-poor. had another major surgery, I think they added a bunch of new stuff. Finer control I guess? I don't know. I never got used in actual combat, I think I was just a backup for one of the other non-vivisectees.
E-1260: A couple years of being shuffled around as a useful prisoner, kept separate from everyone else. Fed standard MRE's and other cheap, bulk food. They let me check out books, sometimes talked. But I was always a thing, not a person. Not even a prisoner.
E-1260: Come to think of it, I don't actually remember that much. Not sure if that's just normal for long periods of captivity or a side effect of all the metal in my head.
Dr. Foster: Do you remember if you lost your hand prior to your stint with the Chaos Insurgency, or if that occurred then?
E-1260: I… I don't actually remember. Huh. Either way, not like it matters now. They're gone, it's gone, and the prosthetic works okay.
E-1260: Anyway, at some point, something goes really wrong. Convoy gets hit by some kind of special forces group. I get black-bagged, and pop up here.
E-1260: That's the whole story. The abridged version, at least.
Dr. Foster: Interesting. You never had any direct interaction with the subjects?
E-1260: The mikes? None. They did a real good job of dehumanizing them to us- sometimes you forgot they used to be people. Didn't even see them except in passing. Not that I would remember anyway.
Dr. Foster: Alright. Give us a ring if you need anything, you've been quite helpful.
E-1260: Sure doc. Hey, before you go. Do me a favor.
Dr. Foster: Yes?
E-1260: If you ever find any mikes - tell them that I'm sorry. OK?
Dr. Foster: Will do.
Interview-1 D2223, D0224, D. Lasky
2223, 0224 proximate XXXX. Unaware.
0:"So yeah, the meal I had yesterday was something from the barracks, tuna, I think. I mean, I thought it was tuna at least. God knows what it actually is."
2:"Huh, weird requirement to talk about lunch. What did I have… Oh! Yesterday was pizza day. All they had were cheese and pepperoni, but it wasn't bad."
L: Moving on.
0,2, XXXX aware.
2: "Read this document completely verbatim. Describe the object in the containment chamber with the most detail you possibly can."
0: Size rough equivalent quarter shipping container.
2: Speech weird, disjointed?
L: Anomaly effect. Continue. 2, XXXX color.
2: I?
L nods.
2: b42a0d.
L: Any features?
0: Uniform color. Text.
L: Read text.
0: "Minimalism is beautiful. █"(XXXX-1)
L: Terminate testing.
Note: All infected - XXXX-3. D. Lasky has sister K. Lasky. Specification possible. Rgb24 specification correct despite 2 format unaware.
Interaction D. Lasky, Carter - 20 m after I1.
Carter: "How are you today, Daniel? Testing going okay?"
D. Lasky: "Okay. Stressed."
Carter: "Yeah, you and me should grab a beer sometime. After █ things have gotten pretty hectic. Elaborate? Can't have my best semantics researcher overburdened."
D. Lasky struggle. Difficult speaking. Sudden clarity.
D. Lasky: "Minimum info. X-X-X-X. Meme infect? D."
Carter: "Oh, █"
Carter alerts. D. Lasky treated. Carter uninfected.
D. Lasky post-meme: Body normal. Brain signals abnormal. Emotion impaired. Alexithymic, not sociopathic. 0224, 2223 similar.
""
Site Director Bessonov: This appeal has two parts. The first is humanitarian. Masquerade be damned, our job is to protect humanity. Rations in Leningrad are limited to less than a quarter kilogram of bread, and the rations are bulked up with indigestible filler such as sawdust. We're sitting on SCP-XXXX, which can at least relieve the food situation. The cold and bombardments are another problem, but the least we can do is prevent women and children from dying in the streets!
Site Director Bessonov: The second is pragmatic. GRU 'P' remains active in Leningrad, even during the siege. If they were to discover SCP-XXXX's existence, our fragile alliance in the Occult War will be strained, at the very least. Alternatively, revealing SCP-XXXX and at least cooperating with the GRU in this matter would make them owe us a favor.
FISH-Level Priority Line Transcript 12/12/41 6:34 AM GMT
Site Director Bessonov: I need to speak to regional headquarters.
Regional Director Lange: This is Lange, who is this?
Site Director Bessonov: Lange, it's Bessonov, Site-90. We have a humanitarian disaster on our hands.
Site Director Bessonov: The Germans encircled [Leningrad] three months ago. The Soviet only managed to evacuate about half the civilians. There's still at least a million non-combatants in the city.
Site Director Bessonov: Everyone's on starvation rations. Less than that. 200 grams of bread, and half of that sawdust.
Site Director Bessonov: I want to use SCP-XXXX to support municipal food efforts.
Regional Director Lange: Denied. I'm sorry, Boris. You know we can't do that.
Site Director Bessonov: Think of the long-term consequences. What if the GRU find out? There will be hell to pay. GRU is Soviet first and anomalous second - and we're holding the metaphorical smoking gun.
Regional Director Lange: We cannot take sides - you know that. The Foundation has to be impartial. Anything else jeopardizes the mission.
Regional Director Lange: Get off this line, Boris. I'm not dealing with your attacks of conscience today.
Recovered from wiretapping of main office of GOI-9707, "Rupert&Rupert Art Gallery". Group is expected to cooperate.
A: Wait, so let me get this straight.
B: I know, it's ludicrous.
A: Some random no name company, comes to us, some little-no name artificers in the ass-end of Bethany - not even Three Portlands proper! - and shows up with a couple million dollars in fissile, reactor-grade plutonium, and a couple million dollars in cash.
B: Yes, and they want us to make an elephant sculpture out of it. A living sculpture, even though it has to eat more radioisotopes and shits out more radiation than a unmaintained Soviet submarine.
A: What the actual fuck. Did they say why they wanted it?
B: Of course not. Whatever reason they have would be lunacy anyway.A: Okay, next question. Why would you take such a lunacy-ridden job? This is like, serious prison time, man. I got family to take care of. If the UIU kick down our door and find us rolling around in radioactive waste, what do you think they're going to do? No money is worth that. Not even to mention the, y'know, health hazards of working with motherfucking plutonium. Do I look like a nuclear engineer to you?
B: You're not going to believe me, but everything's legit.
A: Bullshit.
B: No shit. The money's good, I had it checked. They gave us access to a lab with proper gear, thaumaturgical or otherwise, milling equipment, the whole nine yards. There's a consultant on call, some vaguely Eastern European guy from 'Salmonov Controls Production'. Slurs his words, but he seemed competent enough. I don't know who they bribed, but we have legitimate licenses to move radiological material. They even took out life insurance policies and made your wife the beneficiary. They did their homework. It's all clean.
A: Christ, I need a drink. Why us, of all people?
B: Fuck if I know. We're doing it?
A: With that kind of pull around here, I don't think we have a choice in the matter.
E-1: Case 2038 is open. Run it, 2.
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Researcher Litvinov: Can't believe I had to dust off the Ethics line for this. Anyway, our mission aside, I have grave concerns regarding the intention and execution of Project SILVER SCALPEL, internally referred to as SCP-XXXX. From the documents available to me, this can only appear as the Foundation intentionally squelching an ostensible ally for unknown purposes.
Researcher Litvinov: Worse than that is the apparent total dearth of long-term planning. While veil puncture is a minimal risk to this approach, we're still poisoning a large area of rural Boring, with civilian, admittedly, WWS-aligned civilians, but still. We should only use a bludgeon for want of a rapier. We have plenty of rapiers lying around - if we just want WWS under the heel of the Foundation boot, why are we not just kicking the door down and presenting them with fait accompli?
Researcher Litvinov: The pygmy elephant, while a clever joke, just seems needlessly cruel and complex an instrument when so many saner alternatives are available. Perhaps that's my question - what is the goal here? Is this method of bringing WWS to its knees merely an April Fools joke gone horrible awry? Why is such an insidious method being used when easier alternatives exist?
E-1: Thanks, 2. Researcher Litvinov desires for us examine the facts of SCP-XXXX in retrospect, to examine the potential for easier or less dangerous methods, and examine whether those in charge of Project SILVER SCALPEL have any liabilities for casualties or damage above what was necessary in the subjugation of the allied Group of Interest best known as "Wilson's Wildlife Solutions."
E-1: 4, start us off.
E-4: My first query is one of scope - this inquiry should presume that the faction in question must be subjugated, and only investigating whether Project SILVER SCALPEL should have been implemented differently?
E-4: It should be worth noting that this is ongoing - WWS is currently under the pressure of SILVER SCALPEL, but has not yet acceded to Foundation demands. Cessation of the operation is not a ruling we can return?
E-1: Even less than that. We are only to determine whether or not SILVER SCALPEL's implementation presented needless risk or cruelty, without recommending an alternative.
E-1: I presume discussion of alternatives is warranted for purposes of determining whether the current implementation is problematic, but future recommendations for implementation of projects like SILVER SCALPEL is out of our jurisdiction. Nor whether the intended outcome of SILVER SCALPEL should have been one we were accomplishing at all.
E-2: Thanks for clearing that up, 1. The easy answer "we have plausible deniability and can pin the radiological contamination to someone else", but I suspect that's not what this is about.
E-3: Are just not going to consider the number of civilians that will suffer radiation poisoning as a result of SILVER SCALPEL?
E-2: Mild collateral damage necessary to-
E-5: Necessary to squelch one of our allies, yes. Totally justified. 17
E-1: Not part of the question, 5.
E-5: That notwithstanding, it's still asinine that we're dumping radioactive waste across a couple square miles of rural Oregon. Especially when we really can just kick the door down and take control at the end of a bayonet.
E-4: Yes, but illegal dumping of radioactive waste is a minor-to-major scandal, whereas a paramilitary force taking over [[collapsible show="Ethics Committee Case #2,038 - Integrity Code 204565 - Level 4 Clearance Required" hide="Authorized"]]
E-1: Case 2038 is open. Run it, 2.
a nature preserve is decidedly harder to cover up.E-3: Boring's a nexus. We own the media and police there anyway.
E-2: We don't own the people, though, and we're one cell phone camera video away from a Disinformation Bureau headache.
E-5: If that were going to happen, it would have happened anyway. WWS has all sorts of stuff freely roaming around. It's what they do. They have public documentation about these anomalies.
E-4: Which is a travesty, and precisely why SILVER SCALPEL is occurring at all.
E-3: Semi-public! And we're bound by the Boring Agreement.
E-4: Which is another travesty, made by a weak O5 council.
E-1: That's not in scope either.
E-2: Then I'm not sure what the point of this is. To self-investigate and clear ourselves of all charges? Holding the Intelligence Agency accountable, who will publicly slap those agents on the wrist and quietly retire them wit[[collapsible show="Ethics Committee Case #2,038 - Integrity Code 204565 - Level 4 Clearance Required" hide="Authorized"]]
E-1: Case 2038 is open. Run it, 2.
h full pensions?E-1: I'd answer, but it's just going to get covered with black ink.
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E-4: I don't agree with that statement, but I agree with the sentiment.
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Ethics Committee subpanel voted 4 to 1 to reprimand the Intelligence Agency for gross carelessness in the execution of SILVER SCALPEL.
E-1: Case 2038 is open. Run it, 2.
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Researcher Litvinov: Can't believe I had to dust off the Ethics line for this. Anyway, our mission aside, I have grave concerns regarding the intention and execution of Project SILVER SCALPEL, internally referred to as SCP-XXXX. From the documents available to me, this can only appear as █████████████████████████████ for unknown purposes.
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E-1: Thanks, 2. Researcher Litvinov desires for us examine the facts of SCP-XXXX in retrospect, to examine the potential for easier or less dangerous methods, and examine whether those in charge of Project SILVER SCALPEL have any liabilities for casualties or damage above what was necessary in the subjugation ███████████████████████████████████████ - if that was necessary at all.
E-1: 4, start us off.
E-4: My first query is one of scope - this inquiry should presume that the group in question must be subjugated, and only investigating whether Project SILVER SCALPEL should have been implemented differently?
E-4: It is worth noting that this is ongoing - █████████████████████████████████ Cessation of the operation is not a ruling we can return?
E-1: Even less than that. We are only to determine whether or not SILVER SCALPEL's implementation presented needless risk or cruelty, without recommending an alternative.
E-1: I presume discussion of alternatives is warranted for purposes of determining whether the current implementation is problematic, but future recommendations for implementation of projects like SILVER SCALPEL is out of our jurisdiction. Nor whether the intended outcome of SILVER SCALPEL should have been one we were accomplishing at all.
E-2: Thanks for clearing that up, 1. The easy answer "we have plausible deniability and can pin the radiological contamination to someone else", but I suspect that's not what this is about.
E-3: Are we not going to consider the number of civilians that will suffer radiation poisoning as a result of SILVER SCALPEL?
E-2: Mild collateral damage necessary to-
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E-1: Not part of the question, 5.
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E-4: Yes, but illegal dumping of radioactive waste is a minor-to-major scandal, whereas a paramilitary force taking over a nature preserve is decidedly harder to cover up.
E-3: Boring's a nexus. We own the media and police there anyway.
E-2: We don't own the people, though, and we're one cell phone camera video away from a █████████████████████
E-5: If that were going to happen, █████████████████████ They have public documentation about these anomalies.
E-4: Which is a travesty, and precisely why SILVER SCALPEL is occurring at all.
E-3: Semi-public! And we're bound by the ███████████████████████████████████
E-4: Which is another travesty, made by a weak O5 council.
E-1: That's not in scope either.
E-2: Then I'm not sure what the point of this is. To self-investigate and clear ourselves of all charges? Holding the Disinformation Bureau accountable, who will publicly slap those agents on the wrist and quietly shuffle them into new positions?
E-1: I'd answer, but it's just going to get covered with black ink.
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E-1: I think we can all agree that there wasn't really a better course of action.
E-4: I don't agree with that statement, but I agree with the sentiment.
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███████████████████████████████E-5: Consider this a protest vote.
Ethics Committee subpanel voted 4 to 1 to reprimand the Disinformation Bureau for gross carelessness in the execution of SILVER SCALPEL.