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//“I see a beautiful city and a brilliant people rising from this abyss. I see the lives for which I lay down my life, peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy. I see that I hold a sanctuary in their hearts, and in the hearts of their descendants, generations hence. It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.” //
-Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities.
There's an old theory called "The Butterfly Effect" that dictates that every major event can be traced back to one little action or event. It's usually talked about in the concept of time travel, but it doesn't have to only apply to the past. And the Butterfly Effect coincidentally was what a Foundation Researcher named Ryan wrote his best paper in college about. So it’s interesting that the Butterfly Effect is so important to this story.
When Ryan gave the order to drop a little red ball into a spatial anomaly, just to see what happened, he felt…off. Some people think that these little feelings are a “sixth sense” and the Foundation has certainly discovered weirder things. But Ryan didn’t believe in superstition. Despite the fact that he spends a majority of his time around unexplainable, bizarre anomalies, he was stubborn. He chalked up these “feelings” to the human ability to think about the future, to consider what outcomes could result from an action.
Unfortunately for him, he couldn’t forsee what his actions could lead to.
A researcher whose name and records were annihilated and erased from history with pure energy of shattering nuclei, instead of the usual Foundation black “Redacted” stamps, was monitoring the cell of an SCP that bizarrely managed to survive a nuclear blast and be recontained again, when suddenly, something that wasn’t there before suddenly was. A small, red children’s toy. What the hell is that? he wondered aloud as he phoned security.
The interesting thing about small objects is that when they start to move really, really, really fast is that they can be pretty fucking dangerous.
By the time Site 234’s security arrived, the sight that befell them was absolutely bizarre- a bouncy ball, lacking the ability to lose its kinetic energy, bouncing back and forth across a room, speeding up as it went. It’s unfortunate that the Foundation produces some really goddamn resilient bouncy balls.
The guards watched as a small red ball broke the sound barrier and shattered straight into the room next door, which housed an SCP that no longer exists at all.
The following chain of events is probably pretty violent, but an entity that can clone itself that has access to a portal to another site around the world, a brand new shiny hole in the door to its cell, a Level 4 Access card, and sentience cause a rippling series of events that led to the knowledge of what exactly happened to be turned to pure ash.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Ryan didn’t know about any of this. He just sat back, and waited for something to be sent back through before the “portal” that was created at Site 234 vanished, which it usually tended to do after about 3 or 4 minutes.
He got a bit nervous when nothing came back.
