If you're reading this, welcome to O5 Command. Your official orientation is long over by
now, but you don't know everything. In fact, none of us do, but it's comforting to think
we come close.
But in terms of threats to the Foundation, and by extension, you, you definitely don't
know everything. If you did, I wouldn't be writing this.
I'm writing this because the most dangerous threat we face isn't in the Groups or Persons
of Interest database. In fact, this file is the only piece of information about in the
entire database; And almost all of it's a lie.
I wrote the above file to be boring and typical of an SCP. The kind researches glance
through once and never again. We built that cabin, and there is no SCP-3511-2. All
the security is to contain what's inside that cabin; The real SCP-3511.
It, or he, affects the thought process of all people who hear his voice (No matter how
far or if through technology such as an intercom.), although not very much unless he
gives you an order. If he tells you he likes a football team, no effect. But if he says
you like that football team, you do. It's like you always did. And it could be anything,
he could tell you to pour him a coffee, or kill your own family, and you'd react the
same. You would do it, and think it was your own choice.
Now that explains the threat, sure, but not the secrecy. Why the cover-up? Why not just
designate it like any other SCP, let people know how dangerous it is?
Because unlike other SCPs, he's no random schmuck off the streets we can detain and
contain. His threat to the Foundation isn't just his anomalous effect, but because of
where he got with it. In other words, because of who he is. Because he's O5-11.
That's why he's a threat. He's been on the council as long as I have, maybe longer.
And almost every single day he has, the O5 Council was a farce. Those votes weren't ours,
they were his.
He stripped us of our free will, and we never knew. That's why he's a threat, and
that's why we trapped him.
That cabin, he thinks it's a safe house. I told him, "You're in danger. Only we can
save you now." The look his eyes never changed, even when he agreed. (He was
always an agreeable bastard, that's why I used to like him. Stubborn people
remind me of myself too much.) We gave him what he wanted, access to all
Foundation site intercoms, the full database, (So he thinks, the obvious
exception being this message.) and all basic amenities.
Why the intercoms? We did it because he has his uses. When he gives an order
to site personnel, I don't even have to follow up on it. Once, during a Keter-class
containment breach, we gave him a message for the intercom. In it, the line "All
D-Class personnel are to be shot on sight." Twenty minutes later, a group of
D-Class broke into the armoury, and now armed, they gunned each other down.
With O5-11, cases like these are the norm, not the exception. But as useful as it is,
it just doesn't sit right with me.
I know, I know, that's rich coming from me or anyone in my position, considering
what we've done at the Foundation, but our job is to protect humankind, to save
them from things they could never understand, not strip them of their free will.
That's why he has to die. Free will is what makes us human, and taking it away,
even in an effort to protect, is something I, nor the Foundation, can ever accept.
I write this to you in case I fail, I have before. We've tried to kill him many times,
and obviously, he still breathes. Random people would jump in front of him and
take the bullet, assassins would turn the gun on themselves, everything that
could go wrong would. Hell, one time a nearby protest erupted into a riot. But
some good came of all these attempts, that's how he scared him into "hiding".
But frankly, that's not enough. I can't sleep knowing he still breathes, and so I'm
going to finish this soon. I don't know if it'll work, and if it doesn't, he'll know it
was me. He knows me very well by now, but not you. So maybe you could, with
your new power, finish it for me. Save humanity from a fate worse than death. Maybe,
maybe not. Regardless, I have nothing left to tell you.
Goodbye, and good luck.
- O5-1 (Now deceased.)
Per 
