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A huge figure wearing a black suit and tie is projected onto a wide screen. His face shows youth, but his eyes show age immeasurable. The crowd, previously rife with talk and noise went silent. The man took a sip from a glass of water on the desk in front of him.
"Good evening, everyone. I'm O5-1. Below your chairs is a scientific paper, I ask that you take the time to read it now. The debrief and question and answer session will begin in fifteen minutes, thank you." he said in a low, gravelly voice. The image cut to a still image of The Foundation logo.
Eve Sutton was fairly sure she knew what this would be about - she worked on the APEM project, after all. She wasn't completely sure what the whole thing was for, but she was fairly certain it was something big. This debrief only confirms her suspicions.
"Settle down, everyone. I'll assume you all read the paper. Now, onto the debrief. This nmMRI technique has been employed by the Foundation for years. Every electronic device has some way to find your response: a camera to see your reaction, a microphone to hear your voice, a mouse to see your tremor and so on." The O5 took a moment to take another sip of his water. "You all have a specific string of numbers in our database. This string of numbers is used by an algorithm to detect who you are and what clearance you have. This, I'm sure, comes as no surprise after what you've just read."
The O5 took a brief moment to let his words hang in the air. Heads in the audience swivelled around with eyebrows raised and mouths slightly agape. Eve herself felt invaded. Her entire mind, uploaded in a computer just to see who she was? Isn't a password and retinal scan enough?
"This is not why you are here today. We have found a far more shocking and influential discovery." stated the O5 matter-of-factly.
"I assume," he began, "none of you are familiar with the fictional character 'Azathoth'. Imagine a deity: all-powerful, all-knowing. Imagine that deity sleeping. What would it dream? In the works of H.P. Lovecraft, he would dream of reality itself. Should the idiot god wake up, all of reality would be destroyed in an instant."
"Now imagine, if you will," he continued, "thousands, no, millions of these entities. All-powerful, all-knowing idiot gods of creation. This is what we have discovered. Beings that form the universe."
The O5 took a moment to collect his thoughts. Eve looked around at her peers: was this a joke? The Foundation had discovered… God?
"I know what you're all thinking. You're all scientists, and you've got a right to be sceptical. The reason you've been summoned here today is because we have absolute proof that these entities exist. Have any of you seen the nmMRI database? All me to show you."
The screen changed to a long table. Names, codes, dates and personal information flashed by at breakneck speeds.
"Do you know how many staff we have? About 50 thousand employees. Do you know how many entries we have on the system? 100 thousand. Now, what could this mean? Could it mean that we have a huge data leak? No, it doesn't. Remember, we have everyone's thought process on the system. We know if you're a spy or not. It means that 50 thousand entities are watching us."
"We've put some tests through these entities' neural webs. They're all human, at least mentally. They all have lives of their own, they all exist independent of each other, in a world much like our own. However, when we process memes about what we are to them, we get some strange results. They think we're fictional."
A woman from the audience spoke up, "Overseer, this is all very enlightening and all but… what's the point? It's not relevant to the goal of the Foundation, is it? Knowing these things exist… it doesn't change anything, right?"
"You're absolutely correct, Doctor Ferdinand. Under normal circumstances, these beings would not even be classified as an SCP. In fact, they never will be. They can't be contained. The reason for alarm, on the other hand, is that these entities are leaving us."
The woman spoke up again, the gusto from her voice diminished, "… Are our gods leaving? Why?"
"Like I said, to them we're fictional. We all get tired with our hobbies and I doubt we're any different. However, this poses an existential threat. If no more Azathoth-class entites care about us, then we stop existing."
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Eve spoke up. She couldn't keep her questions to herself anymore, "You just said that containment is impossible. Doctor Ferdinand's point still stands: Knowing all of this doesn't empower us to change anything. Why bother giving us all an existential crisis?"
The O5 took a moment to take another sip of his water. He adjusted his position.
"Because, Doctor Sutton, we have a way to change that. We can't contain the entities themselves, but we can enslave their minds. You, of all people, should have some idea about our plan to solve this existential problem." The O5 said in a joking manner.
"You mean… APEM?"
"Of course. APEM is a machine to trap gods."
//TODO: TRIM+RE-WRITE TO BE ACTUALLY GOOD.
