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"Does the Black Moon howl?"
You almost smile hearing that voice again. "Only in the eye of the beholder".
Then you remember what you're hear to say. Of course, he obviously knows too. You're just here as official conformation.
The door slides open, and you're met with the Administrator. The Administrator. Of course, that title doesn't mean much to you. He's Fred to you.
"If I'm being honest, I half expected it to fail anyways. But there seemed no point in not trying." He sounds calm given the situation.
"You see," he continued. "We ended up hurting more than we helped. By a lot."
You remember being specifically chosen to lead Project Biasa. Despite having near unlimited resources, some of the finest minds the world had to offer and basically anything else you could need, it still didn't work. Or rather, it made things worse.
"Let's just get this over with." You say through a grimace.
He gestures for you to enter, so you do.
You both take a seat in front of a computer.
"So, for the record." He starts. "What effect did the amnestic's have on test subjects?"
"Well, the early results were promising. Subjects forgot that death ever existed, that this whole Ω scenario is ‘normal’. The effects persisted throughout a month. Then another month. It seemed to be the perfect solution to quite a few problems. So we dispersed it.” You pause. “Everywhere”.
“I understand something… went wrong approximately three months after dispersing the amnestic.”
You take a deep breath.
“Yes. After approximately three months, subjects appeared to remember that death was supposed to exist. This seemed to result in extreme pain.”
Fred sighed. He stood up, so you do as well.
“Fred, when you first started this Foundation, did you ever think this day would come? A day where you couldn’t contain the truth?”.
He smiles. “Actually, at first, I didn’t care about that. When I first started this, I didn’t realize how many SCP’s and how many problems we would have. No, all I cared about was the amount of paper in my wallet. At the end of the day, there are mouths to feed. Well in my case, it’s just my mouth.”
“So… you didn’t care?”
“Of course I didn’t care. But, after a few years working in the Foundation, you start to change. You no longer fully care about your pay anymore. You see some stuff, crazy stuff. You think about this stuff being out there, in the real world. You realize how important your job is. Almost everyone I’ve known has gone through this, including you. Some don’t even realize it.”
“And if you think I’m, no, if you think we’re giving up, you have another thing coming. Even if we have to turn the world upside down doing it. Even if… we have to get some help.”
You simply nod, understanding. You exit the room, and exit the building, not caring about the extreme cold that lays outside. You walk to your jet, ready to do what you must do. You open your laptop, and start writing.
