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James was there, waiting in front of the luxurious office door. However, because of his boredom, he began to fiddle with his pen, wondering if it would have been better to wait a little longer or if he had to leave. He stood there for what seemed like five minutes, then, as soon as he decided to leave a group of people dressed in an elegant black smoking with that classic detective hat came out of the O5-1 office.
"Perfect timing…"
He knocked at the open door, which showed the immense interior with an empty desk and the O5 seated so that James could see him from behind. Apart from these two things, the room was totally empty, left to the red-blooded carpet and the nineteenthcentury style walls with a window to the side that served as the only source of light.
"Come in, and close the door when you enter. I'm sure neither of us wants this conversation to spread to inadequate people … "
He knew that certain things for certain people had to remain secret: sometimes it is better to hide information that if come to know can only hurt.
"Sit down"
That word, and that voice … James had already heard it. He somehow was familiar to him. "I'm sure I’ve probably already had to deal with this guy…" he thought.
The O5 turned opposite, as if he had heard his thoughts. Now James could clearly see his face, even more familiar.
"Dr. James, please! Don't you remember me?"
The manager laughed, but that poor man didn't know who he was dealing with.
"Have we ever met? I mean, do we know each other? "
"Oh … no, no. But here I have the documentation about you, James … " he said, pulling a stack of papers from under his desk.
"I knew it. Our privacy is nothing for you, am I right?"
"Not exactly, my dear James. The Foundation takes care of getting to know its employees, their lives, their families, their past … every little thing about you is written here. You know, we don’t want anyone working or causing problems to our site without knowing who he is, with these types of confidential anomalies you have to be careful James or the consequences will be considerable … "
"I see. Now can we move on to the point? "
"Oh yes, of course. Did you say you had something to show me, something really important? "
"Actually, I had to ask you if I could talk to the Administrator .."
"You have no idea what you're saying. The Administrator is a person of vital importance, who coordinates the Foundation and administers it, so that no SCP can cause harm to society; it's not that person who would waste his time talking … "
"That's why I have to meet him"
James was about to give a paper: a simple A4 paper, yes, but that no one could ever imagine that a simple page could have a similar value.
The O5-1, observing James, then the paper, and then again James, got himself persuaded to read it. As soon as he finished, in a faint and frightened voice, he said:
"James, I had no idea that, … sure that what is written is true?"
"I can prove it"
They looked at each other, then James decided to stop that silence.
"That's why I wanted to meet you first, Robert. Not only because it served an O5 to contact the Administrator, but because I don’t forget. I know everything about the Foundation, it does not matter if it's Thaumiel, or if only God knows. Right now, my only knowledge is your end. You know where to find me: after all, we have already met several times"
And he turned away, without deigning to Robert, that person of extreme importance, with the utmost power and respect: no, he was now practically nothing compared to James.
To be sure, he checked his phone again. The email clearly said: "Be in the only place that we only us know. Same day, same time. Like always."
It seemed that time, the only enemy of James, didn’t want to give him escape. Then it rained heavily, and he had forgotten to take his umbrella with him.
"Damn, I should not have come so soon"
Then, a black veichle without a license plate parked in front of the young man, from where a man like a private detective got off. "Are you James Menders?" James nodded, but the detective asked him to prove it. They both knew what were the risks if a wrong person met the Administrator. "Here it is," Menders said, giving the man the necessary documents, which he carefully returned to him. "Get on"
"Here we are" James got out of the car, and he found himself in the middle of a vast plain covered with colorful flowers of all kinds. But as it was night, he could see that panorama as if it was colored in black and white. Meanwhile the guy went away, leaving James alone within miles. In the middle of that plain, however, there was a small wooden house. He rapidly began to move towards it.
As soon as he arrived, he opened the old door and in front of him there was only one empty room with no other doors or windows, but James already knew what he would find inside: there, in the middle, there was the Director of the Foundation sitting on a new and sparkling armchair that distinguished itself from the other old and abandoned objects. "Welcome back James. So, what the O5-1 told me is true?" "I noticed it when something, in this damned universe, went wrong. Yes, we take possession and we contain anomalous objects, mystical entities or other stuff that may seem strange to us, but we both know that there is only one of them that is a real problem for our existence"
"SCP-001?"
"Yes, SCP-001. You lied. The Foundation lies every day to its employees, those who should know the unimaginable, at the end, they too don't know the truth. I was part of them once. But I wasn’t stupid. I knew there was no 'Reason for safety' to take those amnesiacs. I had once seen, as I was invited to the SCP coordination and delegation site, an O5 walking with two suspicious people to the AE-17 room, the one where they 'brainwash' you. I accidentally bumped into him, and your delegate started to insult me so badly that if I had it in front of me he would be under the ground now. Anyway, I decided to get back because I had forgotten some documents in the office where I came from. Passing through the corridor of the AE-17 room, I saw the O5 going out with those two men. Just to avoid ruining my career, I decided to apologize for the incident. He just answered me, 'For what?'. There, I understood that even those people, so important and who should know anything, were deprived of their knowledge and their memories. There was something really secret that nobody could know. And that thing is SCP-001. Now, I don’t know how many times you tried to remove my memories about the SCP, but now you must understand that if you know something about him, you just can't do anything."
"… all right, James, all right. Now, what do you want to do? Try to change our universe? "
James smiled, but smiled in a disturbing way, as if he already knew what to do.
"Actually, you said two wrong things. First, we're not the only ones who know this information, and you know it. Secondly, I have already changed the universe several times. You know that our single existence is a simulation, a created fantasy of a greater reality. Do you remember the D-9341 case of that certain 'Oliver'? Here, why do you think the MTF has found him dead, just in front of Gate B, wait … what were they saying about the cause of death? 'D-9341 seems to be very lucky to have managed to get out of the site despite the extreme survival conditions reported by the teams inside. It appears that the subject is in a physical condition such as to suggest that he was able to complete activities previously considered impossible. Further research will be carried out to determine whether the subject will be assigned an SCP classification, or if it has been a pure chance of luck.' But we both know that he died several times before he managed to evacuate, as if someone or something was trying to get him out of the factory but by not letting him survive. Here, he was by nature wanted so, but when I talk about nature I refer to people. At this moment someone, and you know it well, is following this conversation. Or better, someone is reading it. Our existence, Administrator, …"
"… is nothing more than an idea conceived by a group of horror writers. We are nothing but a fruit of a creation stuck in a couple of stories, and our actions are planned like everything we do. And so, even all those creatures and things that we are dealing with every day, all those SCP … are nothing more than a couple of stories wanted and conceived by a group of horror writers. "
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Don't you remember me?
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After all, we have already met several times
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Like always.
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James was there, waiting in front of the luxurious office door. His job was fundamental, he knew it. After all, he has already done it before.
