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Part one: Project Helius
Item #001
Object Class: Safe Thaumiel
Threat level: Gray
Special Containment Procedures: All information regarding Project Helius is to be given to the Administrator, who has ultimate authority over the project.
Description: SCP-001 is a device resulting from Project Helius, an attempt to create a lightspeed (or faster) spaceship engine, which ignores time dilation. SCP-001 has so far consistently created further anomalies with every test.
Part two: Forbidden City convention
Part Three: Excerpts of Relevant council meetings
Part four: A letter
I'm not writing this because I might die soon, I'm very old and I would have never lived this long if I wasn't careful… I don't know why I'm writing this, maybe it's a sense of closure, or to say what needs to be said, hoping no-one listens. If someone is listening, if you are reading this, I don't know how you got past my security measures, but I won't kill you. Whatever you did must have been hard work and you deserve to know the truth: I am the Founder and Administrator of the Foundation. Every question you ever had, I am the answer! This is a special privilege that even the O5 Council doesn't get, most of them don't even know I exist! Use the knowledge I give you wisely!
Your first question might be how I lived for the 200 years the Foundation has been around for. No, you've seen weirder things.
SCP-001, of course! Everyone wants to know about that.
Funny story actually, the disclaimer you've probably memorized by now is wrong. Yes, you're right, that does mean "None, one, some or all are true" doesn't cover every possible option. The reality is that SCP-001 doesn't work in black and white, but shades of grey. A real shocker in hindsight, isn't it? But a stroke of genius too, because you would always find evidence for some but never enough to prove others wrong.
It all started when I came across the Gate Guardian, I tend to wander whenever I can, you probably know the result "Prepare!". I didn't know what to prepare for so I told my friend about it. A smart and ambitious man you've likely heard of, one Aaron Siegel. If anyone could find out what to do, it would be him. Around that time we heard that General Machoi led the raid on the Factory, so we contacted him. He wasn't interested at first, but when we told him about what you would know as the Prototype and a few other Monsters that were sighted in South-America, he relented
Aaron Siegel, Mathematics
Herman Keter, Cryptozoology
Adam Bright, Theoretical physics
Evelyn Bright, Medical support
Georgina-Djuka Tesla, Applied Sciences
Felix Carter, Thaumaturgy
Marco Machoi, Private Military
Jaden Light, Chemistry
Aymus Marshall, Funding
Robert Bumaro, Engineering.
You didn't expect that name here, did you?
I went off the grit and started to research further anomalies, sending the original 13 what I found in a Sheaf of papers, letting them micromanage the Foundation. We were pretty successful, as you could probably guess. We even figured out what we were fighting: The Scarlet King of course! Or at least a group of universe destroyers that includes him, but it's not as dramatic if you say it this way. Despite the nature of the threat, we felt like there was nothing we couldn't do, thanks to Dr. Keter. He was the heart and soul of the team. Then he died.
His last words were directed at his son. He wanted to be buried cleanshaven. He complied, shaving his father the next day until he accidentally cut him. He couldn't continue and I still don't blame him, having the blood of a corpse on him now, and of his father no less. I finished the job for him. Just a reminder for you that we were, and still are, people with struggles and histories, even for us.
The early Council fell into a shouting match as we tried to figure out what to do next. Of course, they did, everyone now realized that we were fighting eldritch abominations, but we could still be killed by a misshapen humanoid bean stock and the only person who could have calmed them down is dead. O5-3, Bumaro, was the first to come up with an idea:
"Only a god can kill a god." I hear him say every night in my head to this day when I fall asleep. "And there is one who would be happy to help!" We knew enough about the Church of the Broken God at this point, to know where he was going. Machoi, disagreed, insisting that all-out war always ends in disaster for both sides, even if we were superior, which we weren't, it wasn't worth it. Light added that we couldn't even be sure we could assemble Mehkan after all the Church tried for thousands of years already. Light also pointed out that we can't afford for another one of us to die, so we should probably get some armor before we think about getting a weapon.
They voted on what to do next, but we had an even number now. Six in favor, six against, one dead. I had to intervene and gave a tiebreaker vote: instead of building a weapon, we would make ourselves immortal. I think you know how a deal with the Brothers Death work, or at least you can guess. However, there's one detail often left out, in all my years I only found one ritual that could give a group of people true immortality, and it requires a loved one's soul willingly soled, a D-Class wouldn't do. Carter agreed and we merged him with death on a conceptual level using a partially sarckic ritual. That was the straw on the camels back for Robert, he left us with a super-computer for future discussions as a sign of good faith, but that was the last we heard of him until Mexico.
I withdrew back to the north, they started hiding their identities behind numbers, we recovered. Realizing what we were dealing with, we borrowed a few nukes from the soviets just in case.
-Eve El Asem.
