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Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
Interviewer: Dr. Williams
Foreword: We will be attempting to understand more of Mr. Cerando's planet, backstory and nature.
<[Begin Log, 13:30]>
Dr. Williams: So, Mr. Cerando, we are here to talk about you. Tell us about yourself.
Mr. Cerando: What do you mean?
Dr. Williams: Tell us about why you came here, and not someone else. Why you came here at all. What is it like on your own planet, etcetera?
Mr. Cerando: Well, let's start from the beginning then…
6,700 light years away, 24 earth years ago, I was born. On the planet Cerando, home to what you call felines. Plenty other species, such as the Woturk, the Jiha, and many more. We were the big three, top of the food chain, but we felines were by far the most sophisticated and advanced. The Woturk had the resemblance to squirrels here, but walk on two legs, have arms and opposable thumbs, large eyes and ears, and two tails. They were much like us, but we drove them into the wastelands way far back, and have since become more primitive. The Jiha are the owners and guardians of the sky. They have tiny back legs, with claws. They have slim bodies such as a snake, and have a tail with incredibly long feathers. They fly with their tail, and when landed lay on their stomach.
I was a brilliant young child. My father was a world renowned physicists, responsible for the ability to control dark matter to our pleasing. My mother was a linguist and botanist. Mother taught me English, and wanted me to study Extra-terrestrial agriculture, and my father taught me to explore, and be creative. They were always so caught up with their work. They never really payed attention to me, except when I succeeded. I always strived for the best. They never let me know another about their work. Said my little mind couldn't understand.
My mother and father praised their work. I never understood why until recently.
I was out exploring the woods behind my house one day when I was 15 in human years, and I heard my mother let out a loud screech. I dropped my tools, and sprinted for my house on all fours. Only when I got there, it was too late. They were gone. All of their files, devices, and offices were picked dry. Not a trace of their work was there. That night, I was watching something similar to a television, when the daily news report came on. The caption is engraved into my memory.
Renowned physicist, Mr. Cerando, and his wife found dead in driving incident.
Only, whoever killed them forgot to do one thing. They left our vehicle in the garage.
From that day forward, I set out to accomplish what my mother dreamed of doing. Travelling to Earth. She had studied English and Earthly agriculture for years. And something in my mind, it just kind of clicked. I realised my father was creating a portal. A wormhole. I now realised they were killed, because they had figured it out. So they were killed in an, "incident," to keep people from realising what my father had done. He had been trying to explain it to me all along. I never understood what they meant, but they were trying to get me to Earth. I don't know why, or how they would, but we were fleeing.
A year later, I had taken a job as a scientist for the government. I tasked myself with stealing my fathers documents back, which I did. I studied my father's work for years. I scanned every line, every answer, every hypothesis and destroyed it, rebuilt it, just to destroy it again. Along the way I met Isabelle, the love of my life. She was sweet, caring, humorous.
We had a kid. We named it Moon. After where we were going.
Mr. Cerando's voice begins to choke up, eyes swelling, he coughs, and resumes.
142 days ago. I remember the exact date.
I had just finished my father's work, along with a handful of researchers who I'd run along the way with. We had done a mini-test, and sent a probe through. We were ready. Everyone had their briefcases, and we were activating the machine, ready to voyage to a new world to us.
I stepped through the portal, the edges glowing a misty red, bending the light. My wife handed me my briefcase, and did a little joke, stuck her hand through the portal and said, "Honey! Look! I'm in two dimensions," and that's exactly when they stormed the building. They blew the hinges off the door, neurotoxin flooding through the vents, armed personnel scanning the room. They were looking. For me. My son was instantly passed out because of the gas, but the adults had more time. My wife looked at me.
Mr. Cerando beings sobbing, tears streaming from his face.
She said, "I love you," and pulled the switch de-activating the portal. The last thing I saw was her looking at me in the eyes, before a bullet tore through her heart.
Mr. Cerando pulls a film photograph out of his briefcase, a photo of his wife, and kisses it.
"Forever and always, my Isabelle."
Dr. Williams: Thank you.
Chairs are heard shuffling
<[End Log, 14:12]>
Closing Statement: "We have learned quite a bit about his home planet, and further interviews about the planet itselfs will be commenced." -Dr. Williams
