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  Secondary Class:Utility |
Registered Phenomena Code: XXX Object Class: Alpha-Orange (Utility) |
Hazard Types:
Containment Protocols: RPC-XXX is to be contained in a keypad-protected storage unit on the Research and Laboratories Level of Site-023. RPC-XXX may be removed from its container for testing purposes, with the approval of Level 3 Research staff. RPC-XXX is not to be used outside of approved testing areas, and only when in need of resources. Testing on CSD may be conducted with the approval of Site Director ██████ ███████. RPC-XXX may not be removed from its container. MST and ASF personnel may enter the chamber at any given moment, but must be aware of the possible dangers of using RPC-XXX. All items created by object are to be and stored within Funds Storage.
Description: RPC-XXX is a Serta-brand king-size mattress. Records confirm that the object was manufactured in 1963 in a factory in [REDACTED], England. Object has no structural damage to date and is indistinguishable from other mattresses of its brand.
Object's anomalous effects will not become apparent until one human subject enters REM sleep on it. Exactly two hours, twenty minutes and thirty seconds after subject enters REM sleep, they will suddenly vanish along with any item they are in physical contact with. Close examination of recorded testing has revealed that subjects "fade" and vanish entirely over the course of 2 milliseconds.
Exactly twenty four seconds after the subject has vanished, they, and any objects that vanished with them, will manifest in the same location they were previously in. Subjects will appear in the same position as before they vanished and are still unconscious; however, in the hands of the subject is a black polyester bag tied shut with twine. Inside each bag is a varying amount of gold, silver, and many other highly valued minerals. Each item inside is covered in a blue substance similar in appearance and structure to sand. For a complete list of generated items, refer to Log-A-133453672.
Discovery: The item was discovered in a mattress store in [REDACTED], Netherlands, when a clerk reported a middle aged woman holding a polyester bag filled with various silver items. Authority agents were sent to commandeer the items and gave the both the clerk and the woman Class A-2 Amnestics.
Addendum:
| Item: | The Bed Of Wealth |
| Item Number: | 009 |
| Usage Precautions: | Personnel are allowed to use the item at personal risk; all precious gems and valuables received are to be split between the Authority and the personnel 50/50 |
| Handling Precautions: | N/A |
| Reported Anomaly: | Possibly extra-dimensional |
Usage
Object is currently used as a form of monetary income. All valuable items created by object are to be collected upon discovery and placed into proper storage (see Storage Procedures).
Discovery
The item was discovered in a mattress store in [Redacted], United States, when a clerk reported a middle aged woman holding a polyester bag filled with various silver items. Authority agents were sent to commandeer they items and gave the both the clerk and the woman Class A-2 Amnestics.
Report
Object is to be contained in a keypad-protected storage unit within Vertigo-class Storage. Access to storage unit restricted to research personnel of Level 4 clearance and up. All testing must be authorized by at least two Level 4 before testing may be performed.
All items created by object are to be and stored within Funds Storage.
Object is a Serta-brand king-size mattress. Records confirm that the object was manufactured in 1963 in a factory in [REDACTED], England. Object has no structural damage to date and is indistinguishable from other mattresses of its brand.
Object's anomalous effects will not become apparent until one human subject enters REM sleep on it. Exactly two hours, twenty minutes and thirty seconds after subject enters REM sleep, they will suddenly vanish along with any item they are in physical contact with. Close examination of recorded testing has revealed that subjects "fade" and vanish entirely over the course of 2 milliseconds.
Exactly twenty four seconds after the subject has vanished, they, and any objects that vanished with them, will manifest in the same location they were previously in. Subjects will appear in the same position as before they vanished and are still unconscious; however, in the hands of the subject is a black polyester bag tied shut with twine. Inside each bag is a varying amount of gold, silver, and many other highly valued minerals. Each item inside is covered in a blue substance similar in appearance and structure to sand. For a complete list of generated items, refer to Log-A-133453672.
Object was recovered after an agent embedded in [REDACTED] reported a man within his stationed location claiming that his mattress was possessed. The agent interviewed the subject and tested the object itself for anomalous properties; after conformation of anomalous properties, agent reported to command and a recovery team was dispatched. An identical mattress was attained and replaced the object and the subject's memory was erased through amnesiac agents.
Interviews of test subjects have revealed that each subject experienced an identical dream. Subjects have told interviewers that this dream involved them in a desert with dark sand and a purple sky with red stars. Subjects explained that they were approached by a humanoid figure with the head of Vespula Germanica, and that it handed them the bag, then attempted to converse with them in a language that they were unfamiliar with. As all attempts to identify this language have failed, it is assumed to be a previously unknown language.
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I only enter one cell today. I can't say I'm lucky. Other days, yes, I am forced to visit containment units that have armed guards, or strict handling procedures, or deadly test subjects with their humanity extracted, or drained, or harvested from them. Each discovery from the tests I administer only provokes worse conditions, one way or another. More armed guards, or more rigid procedures. And the specimens - the humans - become less and less like so.
It's not as if I care anymore. I work for an industry that specializes in sin. There are adults, fresh from this facility, that are sitting inside a transport bound for a barracks for conscription. Thirty minutes ago, they were young children. Psychologically, they still are.
Bloodied walls and flickering lights greet me as I exit the elevator and proceed into the hallway of the nth sublevel. Each footstep echoes with the weight of a death-row gunshot. They might as well be real echoes. A long-haired phantasm jolts out from the floor, wailing at me, wailing through me, wailing behind me. Ignored, it reappears in front of me, shrieking even louder as I near the other end of the hallway.
The door opens, and I leave the banshee behind. From a platform to my left, the fallen(?) priest looks momentarily at me, his eyes human, but his lips no longer. He continues with his ritual. A canvas-wrapped form of a human being - wriggling like a maggot - is affixed to the wall adjacent of the entrance. Written in white, the corpse's bag read: traitor.
Going forward, I see the enclosure, and the one lone guardsman assigned to screen me standing with his automatic weapon at the ready. I could tell he wants to shoot me. For what? To take a guess, to make everything stop. To make the entity at the other side of the door stop torturing him every other hour of his lone vigil here.
To sacrifice me? Of course.
Why would I be a useful sacrifice? Having personally fed others into the chamber when we experimented on occult variables, I could say that we achieved nothing. And then, today, should the guard get me shot and killed, what if I end up finally sating the thing inside the unit, with my blood turning out to be the sole catalyst to put its madness to rest, with the malingering hatred in the cell dissipating with my last breath?
If my guard inferred as much, he should have the chance to be proven right.
This is my wife's cell. With my heart and soul closed off from everything else, I disappear into the dark room, step towards the observation window, and wait for silence.
It's a matter of announcing my presence - a gesture of intimate meaning that I quickly accompany with a phrase I often used with her in her mortal life; both are supposed to conjure up an air of familiarity between me and the spirit, to let her know that she is safe. To let her know that it is me.
Whatever that still means to her.
She is in her cell, appearing like such pitiful starlight. This isn't my wife, is a thought I impulsively think and quickly crush. It's like seeing her through a battered telescope in a dense fog, her image a blur of ashen clouds, the dots of distant stars, and grey ectoplasm. Her face is visible, so gorgeous and sad. I can't see her eyes, but it's an instinct to know when my wife is looking at me. My security clearance for this duty gave me permission to smile, and… I smile.
At nothing. She has disappeared again. I am not allowed to sigh. I simply begin with my duties.
My left hand sweeps across the control panel for the enclosure settings' buttons. I press a sequence and the speaker system inside the cell comes to life.
"Subject. If you recognize this voice, please manifest inside your cell for the monthly assessment. The blood rations will return once you comply with your tasks." I say to the empty room.
One full minute passes, and the subject has not made any indication of cooperation. I feel cracks in my mental training start to form, and to resist is to cause everything inside my head to fracture. I relent.
"Please cooperate, and you will be fed."
Like a melting candle, the ashen liquid of the Type-J47 ectoplasmic entity begins to condense on the edges of the observation panel and in moments streams down the window into weeping rivers. As the glass fogs, a chill comes into the viewdeck. There are definitely cold fingers, and a much colder palm, touching me, I think, before remembering that there is no way she could ever reach out to me from her cell.
The rivers of ash and the fog fade from existence, and my wife is there, standing at the very center of her cell, facing me. Her eyes are blind and hidden in her own darkness, but it's the broken way she is standing that scathes me.
For a few seconds, my mind goes blank. The silence of the room begins to feel like it's strangling my throat. Something heavy settles below my lungs.
I realize I've said 'Good evening' to her - to the entity - and as if in response, the temperature inside the observation unit steadily drops, going down ten degrees, twenty degrees, thirty… in a minute it's fifty degrees below freezing, and my body struggles to remain alive. She had attempted to kill me like this before, when I was physiologically more human than what I currently am.
"The assessment will begin now."
Clearing my throat, I engage a switch and the sole fixture on the ceiling of the entity's unit comes on.
The light is cold. My sensors detect a brief flinch coming from the entity upon being illuminated. Within moments, I could see the dead, smoky starlight convecting around my wife recede, like a matchstick burning in reverse, causing her hazy outline to be more coherent, more concrete, until her form becomes truly recognizable and resplendent.
She is staring at me. Her irises - stark, crystalline and white, would have made me think that they were diamonds. Diamonds that the dead might wear in the otherworld. I acquiesce that it is difficult to remove myself from staring back.
I took down my notes. The subject's form remains sensitive to being exposed to light. Her ectoentropic 'starlight,' an ether I theorized to be made up of the same components that comprise the rest of her visible form, seemingly retreats and incorporates itself into her to make her more solid. Solid, a thought passes in my head, should have never been a word I'd use to compliment my wife.
But right now, I was seeing her form defined clearly. Would that she still thought about herself, I imagine that she'd feel a bit satisfied as well to be fully seen again.
The first step was finished.
She is naked, with skin so dead and grey I'm afraid a small gust would make her scatter into ash. The second step required me to turn off the light again. I find myself stopping from deactivating the switch.
She is bare before me, and yet her posture was one that commanded esteem and admiration. Her thin arms hang at her sides, straight and stiff. Slender legs stand tightly together; the nails on her feet are colored like Egyptian parchment. I avoid looking at her face as I see her neck, her collarbones, her breasts, her stomach. A cloud of starry smoke conceals the rest of her.
Then a ringing starts behind my ears. I shake my head, and press the switch to return the room to its former darkness.
She shuts her eyes as soon as the light dies, and before mine could properly adjust, the total pitch-black of the room caught me off-guard, startled and left wondering if I was still in the enclosure or not, if she had finally made a move after all these years and took my life; if the pain of death had been felt and forgotten, or if my punishment in her hands hadn't even begun yet and I was finally going to meet her again and touch and hold her again.
Her eyes open once more, and then I see something she has never done before. Slowly, she tilts her head to the left and narrows her eyes playfully, as if noticing that I had been startled.
It's something I remember her doing a lot, and the memories I do not want to see begin to escape from their cells.
Without a second thought, and without looking at that thing, I impulsively reach for the torment control panel, calibrate the settings, and press the first button. As soon as I do that, the two fixtures at each side of the small unit come alive, glowing sickly white, and then give off a malignant hum as they start irradiating the room.
The subject is thrown forward, nearly hitting the observation window, and her pain is observable even when she could no longer scream. The diamonds in her eyes are hidden from view as she hides her head in her hands and adopts a kneeling, turtling position on the floor. Her stardust escapes her body and scatters away.
After two minutes of radiation, the stardust has all but dissipated. A faint, smoky grey is spread all around the unit.
I press a second button, and the light fixture on the ceiling activates, glowing and humming as with the fixtures on the walls. The subject is in agony. It's taking more and more of her power to keep herself together, to survive. Because even ghosts want to survive. My fingers chance over a slider and I increase the radiation level twofold. The room is very bright now. Her shadowy features appear overwhelmed in so much light.
She almost seems human now. The radiation is dragging the entity away from its tethers to the otherworld, strips it of the mysterious ether, and forces it to focus itself into a corporeal form. A thought reminded me that I could, in a moment, break the window of the observation deck, climb inside, and have the chance to touch my wife again.
The thought passes, and my fingers find the third button. It activates another control panel, and upon pressing the first button of the new panel, a section of the wall unfolds behind the entity, revealing a twisted, coiled device thrumming angrily.
I look away from the device to adjust the settings on the panel, and when I raise my head to look up again I catch a glimpse of her again. Her hands are leaking a grey liquid. Very little falls down to the floor; the liquid evaporates into smoke almost as soon as it comes out of the corners of her eyes and mouth. Her eyes emerge from behind her hands, looking at me, pleading silently.
The device's coils begin to spin, and the smoke inside the enclosure curls inward of itself into plumes and forms veritable petals of ash that slowly fall to the ground.
I look at the subject once more to find her struggling to stand, trying to steady herself on her knees. The coils on the device spin even faster, almost finished with warming up, and a small red light on the panel indicates that it is ready to be activated. She raises her head from her crumpling stance to look at me, and for the first moment in a long time, I see her lips part, quivering, quaking in so much pain, and feebly, with the dying light in her eyes, she begs.
… p l e a s e … l o v e m e
The device whirls and roars for a moment, then stops, retreating back inside the wall. The light fixtures at each side of the unit flicker and then die. The fixture on the ceiling stops humming and dies as well.
My hands break away from the control panel, shaking.
The rapid deactivation must have caused an electrical problem. The lights won't turn back on. A blue auxilliary light comes on inside the observation room, but it illuminates nothing in front of me. The enclosure is completely dark. There is no starlight nor gemstones staring at me. I can't even see her silhouette. It is also still cold - very cold - but I can feel sweat on my hands and on my neck.
I had cut off the power to the systems.
I heard her speak.
I heard my wife speak.
My legs falter as the faintest whisper of her plea plays in my head. My knees give, and I find myself clutching a handle on the control panel for support. The notepad I had been using to list my observations slides and falls down; my pen rolls away into the darkness.
I turn around to try and see where it had went, only to realize the auxilliary light had gone out. The darkness had returned. A sense of dread crept up on me as I realized that my eyes could not adjust to the darkness no matter what. I couldn't see anything.
Something is freezing me in place and keeping me from deciding on the next course of action. Of course, it has to be her. There's a silent gaze cast upon me. A needy, expectant gaze. She is hurting badly, and she knows I am going to leave her again.
Inside my head, something broke open.
I called out, "are you there?"
No response.
I said her name on the second time, before repeating myself. "Are you there?"
A heavy silence descended upon the enclosure. Then, softly, like a cat, and softly, like a ghost, she answered.
i ' m h e r e …
The air was very cold.
"You deserve so much more than what I'm giving you."
I heard her sigh.
… h u r t i s f e e l i n g … t o f e e l s o m e t h i n g i s l i v i n g
"You deserve so much more than feeling only pain."
… o n l y f e e l i n g …
"I gave you a miserable existence."
c h o i c e m a d e … i s e e y o u s a t i s f i e d … s a c r i f i c e o k a y
"I hope you are alright, wherever you really are. I hope I don't tether you to this world too strongly. I miss you, but you have to try leaving."
… f o r t h e b e t t e r …
"I love you."
There was no response.
I said her name. "I love you."
She answered.
t h a n k y o u
"Forgive me."
There was no response.
I said her name again. "I'm sorry."
There was no response.
A heavy silence descended upon the enclosure once more, and settled over the room like a pall.
With nothing else left, I told myself to conclude the assessment and exit the enclosure. I took a step towards the door.
Once upon a stony creek, with tufts of soft grass and lilies against my back and her legs, and a small river running beneath us, there was a promise of quite a life for her and I.
Her enclosure is a four-by-four, blank and empty cell. Her mind is a fraying tangle of post-mortem torture and old memories. Her once good and free soul is a captive for me to twist. Again, and again, and again, and again. And I will do it for as long as I live. These moments are the closest that I am ever to praying. If you pried away my thoughts now, you'd know that each time I enter this room and look at her empty cell, a part of me wishes that she had gone away. Perhaps one day she will. Forever, and far, far away from this place.
Until then, I will continue to come here and cut the wings off of angels, to turn Creation against itself. I will make the dead wish for Death, make souls become bodies, make dust become light, and, once all the ashes recollect into a garden of roses and madmen such as I come to begin the harvest, to make logic out of illogic.
The following document is outdated. Please see Appendix C.
| Item: | NV-Anderson |
| Item Number: | 005 |
| Size: | 90 meters in length; 10 meters in width |
| Living: | No |
| Sentient: | Yes |
| Potential/Current Hazards | Malfunctioning of systems, hostility from on-board AI. |
| Location: | Military Naval Site: 03 |
| Reported Anomaly: | Artificial intelligence and thaumaturgic design. |
Usage
The NV-Anderson when not in use it to be further developed to full completion. Use of the vehicle requires the approval of one member of Alpha Command, and from lead researcher Dr. Herbert Lee.
Captain Erwin Wright is the only person to command the NV-Anderson with crew members of his choosing. The NV-Anderson is to avoid combat whenever possible and be currently used for reconnaissance. It is not to travel more than 10 km below sea level.
The crew is to avoid talking to the NV-Anderson. If a crew member is responsible for upsetting the item, they are to be banned from boarding the vessel.
If the item betrays the Authority, the planted explosives within the vehicle are to go online and be detonated. Other causes for detonation is to prevention of the item entering enemy hands. The existence of the on-board explosives are to remain a secret from the item.
Report
The NV-Anderson is a military submarine that resembles an Ohio-class model. It is 90 m in length, and 10 m in width.
The NV-Anderson has a sentient artificial intelligence named "Shaun". It communicates to individuals within the submarine via a series of connected intercoms and speakers. Its voice sounds like a young adult male with a Low Saxon German accent. "Shaun" has minor control over some systems of the NV-Anderson such as the radar and lights in a few areas. It also can be easily upset and can be uncooperative with someone that had been rude to it. It has a child-like mentality.
The NV-Anderson is incomplete and is still being developed. The vessel was acquired in 1996 from the company Nucorp Industries after being unable to further finance the development of the vehicle, and having staff layoffs. The Authority acquired the project via a straw purchase performed by APAS on the Authority's behalf with their connections.
The NV-Anderson was purchased for 9 million dollars, via money produced from the Bed of Wealth, the Fuel Ball, and the Iraq government ruled by Saddam Hussein. Along with the NV-Anderson, documents relating to the item were able to be retrieved that details the final envisioned product, which involved thaumaturgic weapons (see Appendix A).
Originally, "Shaun" was not installed in the item. It was devoid of any AI though Nucorp did intended to install one. An AI was installed by former Association for Ecclesiastical Primacy employee Jim Milhouse that he had stolen.
The NV-Anderson is able to house a six-man crew. It can fire on-board torpedoes.
The current state of the vessel has several problems. Issues the item possess is as follows:
- Sudden temporary power lost; deactivating the vehicle.
- Malfunctioning of the sonar and radio broadcasting system.
- Slow delay in torpedo firing.
- A few monitors displaying a blue screen error and requiring a reboot. Fortunately, this rarely occurs but it is being looked into.
- Previously mentioned AI. Due to its nature, it is unfit to be on the NV-Anderson but attempting removal poses the risk of losing the NV-Anderson.
Appendix A: Nucorp document regarding the NV-Anderson.
GRANT REQUEST FOR DEVELOPMENT OF NAVAL ASSET ABLE TO EXPLORE DANGEROUS DEEP SEA ENVIRONMENTS
PROBLEM
Humanity seeks to travel into the frontiers of the unknown, on land and in outer space. The world's surface has been explored except for the world's oceans, which is sometimes the least thought about frontier to explore.
According to the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA), it is estimated that only 5% of the ocean has been explored, leaving 95%. Furthermore, the ocean floor itself remains 99% unexplored. Humanity knows more about the surface of the Moon than the ocean of our own world. Meanwhile, there is plans to explore the vast seas of distant planets and moons, such as the moon Ganymede which orbits the planet Jupiter.
Problems faced when exploring the ocean is water pressure, lack of visibility in extreme depths, and costs. Not to mention the potential encounter of a dangerous anomaly.
Furthermore, most aquatic vehicles require large crews to operate them. The crew themselves require food, water, and warmth. This increases the cost of underwater operations. In addition, human error can cause an issue for the survival of the crew when at a dangerous environment.
Due to the issues mentioned above, it is difficult for scientific analysis on ecosystems, geology, chemistry, and biology of deep-sea organisms. There is also the presence of valuable resources that is unobtainable.
SOLUTION
We propose the development of a submarine vehicle able to traverse the hostile environment of any ocean via thaumaturgic technology. It is also to be mostly automated with the application of artificial intelligence and robotics.
Scientific, mining, and military equipment will be constructed into the vessel. Tangential technology to be included are an Etheric Resonance Imagery device to be in the radar system. Viewers would be installed in the outside of the vessel in various angles to see detected anomalies.
A reality anchoring system is to be implemented in the event of encountering unstable reality. Finally, the power source of the vehicle could be nuclear or anomalous in nature.
BUSINESS CASE
Various industries would be interested in such vehicle. They include mining companies interested in acquiring valuable minerals and oil, space exploration organizations with hopes of distant planetary colonization, and for militaries to deploy for reconnaissance or combat.
A potential customer for such vehicle would be the Coalition. The Coalition use advance equipment when performing their duties of neutralizing anomalies. The Coalition's navy have no deep-sea assets as far as we are aware. They are also likely to invest into the project and provide their technology.
Nucorp itself may use it to acquire precious materials or data for whatever purpose.
USE OF FUNDING
An approximate total of $45 million (US) will be needed for the purpose of designing and constructing a working prototype. Below is how the funds will be distributed during production.
- 15 million will go into the designing and construction of the submarine itself. It will be made to be able to fit all planned features. Also, it is to pay for the workers and to have a facility to store it.
- 5 million will go to the creation of an artificial intelligence and the robotics that will be on board automate the vehicle when needed.
- 10 million for the creation and installment of the reality anchoring system and Etheric Resonance Imagery devices, which would also be connected to it.
- 5 million towards basic science, military, and mining equipment onboard. In addition to minor life supporting systems for a small crew.
- $500,000 for hiring a thaumaturgist to provide thaumaturgic incantations and symbols for the exterior of the vehicle, along other sections.
- 9.5 million for research and development of an indefinite power source.
Half of the cost could be covered if we approach Amazing! Co. with the project and inquire if they would be interested in investing.
Time it would take to develop the prototype is estimated to be between 10 to 15 years.
KNOWN ISSUES
It is not certain if the AI could handle most of the systems simultaneously, especially in dire situations. The complexity of the interconnected systems may lead to delays in processing actions.
Furthermore, the reality anchoring system could fail due to not knowing what stable spacetime should be and how to maintain it. This could require complex programming.
Appendix B: The following is a transcript of a conversation with the AI "Shaun" on the NV-Anderson.
AUDIO RECORDING
DATE: 5/19/2004
Note: The following communication was performed by lead researcher Dr. Herbert Lee. Operative Jim Milhouse was also present due to be the installer of the AI. At time of recording, the NV-Anderson was not deployed yet. It was spoken to via an intercom near the entrance of the vehicle.
[BEGIN LOG]
Dr. Lee: Hello?
Shaun: Hi.
Dr. Lee: Good day, Shaun. How's it been?
Shaun: Wet and cramp. Hard to move around.
Dr. Lee: Sorry about that. Everything isn't connected yet for you to move.
Shaun: Then, uh, just connect it. This feels very weird. Can you tell me where we are?
Dr. Lee: I'm sorry. I don't know.
Shaun: (To Milhouse) Uh, do you know?
Operative Milhouse: Me? Nope.
Shaun: (Sighs) I want ice-cream. Wait, where's my mouth!? (Makes heavy breathing sounds)
Dr. Lee: Try to relax. There's nothing to worry about. Just, uh, take a few deep breaths.
Shaun: (Slowly produces three sounds of drawing breathe.)
Dr. Lee: Better?
Shaun: Uh-huh.
Dr. Lee: Alright. Good to hear. Tell me, what is the earliest thing you remember?
Shaun: Um… I-I don't really, um, know. Uh, it makes my head hurt.
Operative Milhouse: (To Dr. Lee) That's interesting. I'm not sure how to feel about this. I heard of a few cases of memories returning in some prototypes when they aren't suppose to. Hopefully this isn't one of them.
Dr. Lee: Hm. Shaun, do you remember Association for Ecclesiastical Primacy?
Shaun: No. What's ecclesiastical?
Dr. Lee: It's nothing. I guess we are done for now. We'll talk to you soon.
Shaun: Um, okay.
(Dr. Lee and Operative Milhouse proceed to the exit but are stopped by Shaun speaking.)
Shaun: Wait, I remember something!
Dr. Lee: Really? What is it?
Shaun: I remember a teddy bear and a bedroom. I remember a woman… I feel weird. I… don't know why.
Dr. Lee: Don't worry. It is likely nothing important. Go and rest, Shaun. We'll see you later.
[END LOG]
Note: According to Milhouse, the AI is believed to be regaining some of its memories from its previous life. It is an issue some artificial intelligences from Association for Ecclesiastical Primacy have due to the use of spiritual essence. Further research is needed.
Appendix C: Cancellation of NV-Anderson
After much deliberation, it is the consensus of Alpha Command that the NV-Anderson is to ceased being worked on indefinitely. It has been costly, time consuming, and hardly has much use. It'll remain deactivated and at Military Naval Site 3 until further notice.
The Commander has proposed scrapping the material of the NV-Anderson to create something much more useful. I'll personally discuss it with them. Remember we are at war with powerful foes that stand in our way. Maybe another time in the future we'll try this again when the Authority is an absolute authority.
- GD-04
Registered Phenomena Code: XXX
Object Class: Beta - Orange
Hazard Type: Ideological Hazard
Containment Protocols: RPC-XXX is contained in a locker on the Research level of Site-002. The locker can only be opened via the fingerprint scanner left of the door. Only personnel with security clearance 4R-XXX are able to open the locker.
Anyone possessing the item is to be guarded by no fewer than 4 ASF agents with GPS locators and HM units.
Description: [Paragraphs explaining the description]
History: The item was used by the blind roman centurion Longinus to pierce the side of Jesus while he was hanging on the cross. It’s said that Longinus regained his sight after Jesus’ blood got in his eyes. After this his left the roman army and converted to Christianity (known as the way at the time). He left for his hometown of Cappadocia. There he proclaimed the story of Jesus. The Jewish pharisees demanded Pilate to send a force to execute Longinus. When the soldiers arrived at Cappadocia, they did not recognize Longinus. He took them into his house where he had dinner with them. When he revealed himself to the soldiers, they asked his to run off and proclaim Jesus in a country outside of roman occupation. He refused, so they had no choice but to behead him.
The item was given to Caesar Caligula. Caligula found that it could be used to change a person’s beliefs. When he discovered the Roman Senate wanted to kill him, he assigned one of his guards to ware his armor and go to the Senate, thinking the guard would be killed and no one would know the real Caligula was on his way to a far off land. Unfortunately for him the Sons of Hercules realized his trick. The next time Caligula saw land, it was nothing but a cold, bairn wilderness. He met his demise when his ship got stuck in ice and the crew staved to death.
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| Item: | Orpheus' Flute |
| Item Number: | 035 |
| Size: | Length: 26 inches; Width: .75 inches |
| Living: | No |
| Sentient: | No |
| Location: | Military Base: One |
| Reported Anomaly: | Turns living creatures into stone |
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Usage
The item is used in attaches on Authoritarian Sites. Prior to deployment, any Ascendency personnel working near the item, excluding the user, must be wearing GG Masks. In the event an Ascendency member is not wearing one and hears the item, their body is to destroyed immediately. Any non Ascendency member that hears the item is to be ignored unless told other wise. Any experiments involving the item are to take place in a 100% soundproof room.
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The item is stored in an soundproof sub-cell inside Military Base: One, Research Wing, Containment Cell Three. This unit is padded with soundproof materials. Entrance to the object's chamber requires Beta-level authorization. The object is monitored and guarded by three security personnel on a four hour rotation.
The item is a silver flute of unknown age. When played all living creatures within earshot of it will turn to stone anywhere from 3 minutes to 5 hours. After the creature returns to its normal state, it will have no memory of the time in which it was stone.
The item was found in an ancient Egyptian temple 30 miles west of Alexandria. It is currently unknown how old the item is. The word Orpheus is written next to the mouthpiece of the flute.
Experimentation
As of now, there are only six locations where the flute is allowed to be tested, besides Authoritarian Sites. 2019 update.
| Location | Description | Effect |
|---|---|---|
| A testing chamber | First evaluation of properties. Standard research unit. | When played, the researchers observing were turned to stone. They turn back to normal humans. |
| Authoritarian Site-19 | First deployment. Ordered by Alpha Commander ██████. Dry cold. | When used humans and anomalous entities within ear shot turned to stone. Many of the stone entities were transported to Mass Storage Base: Eight. |
| New soundproof testing chamber at Research Facility-22 | Successful test of the item. | When the item was played, the test subject was turned to stone and the chamber was left perfectly in tacked. |
After this successful test five more of these rooms were built in other Ascendency sites.
| Item: | NV-Anderson |
| Size: | Length 170 meters; Width 13 meters |
| Living: | No |
| Sentient: | Yes |
| Potential/Current Hazards | Hardly ever aggressive and will yell at passengers if it get extremely upset |
| Location: | Military Base: One |
| Reported Anomaly: | The item appears to have a mind of its own and will talk to passengers. |
The NV-Anderson being docked at Military Base: One, Naval Wing, Submarine Dock Two
Usage
The NV-Anderson is the flagship of the CI Pacific Storm fleet. Along with 20 other naval vessels, it is used in attaches on Foundation facilities and fleets. It is currently being used to hunt down [Redacted]. Prior to boarding personnel must be informed that the item will talk and may yell at you. They must also be informed that if they upset it, they will be banned from ever boarding the vessel. If the item attacks any other Insurgency ship, the OBNW is to be detonated.
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The NV-Anderson is a sentient Ohio-class submarine built by Anderson Robotics. The voice is appears to be a young, male adult. It was bought from AR for 2 million euros. The dimensions are surprisingly the exact same as the US warship, USS-Ohio. The submarine contains an on board nuclear warhead that is to be detonated if the ship attacks any other Insurgency warship. The item also contains many androids that walk around the torpedo room.
History
The warship was built by Anderson Robotics in 1996. There is some suspicion that the vessel was actually given to AR by the United States Navy, although Alpha command says this is highly unlikely. They used the submarine as their mobile headquarters from 1997 through 2000. After the SCP foundation found out about the sentient submarine Insurgency Agent, George R. Reagan offered to buy the ship for 970 thousand euros. When Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd. offered to buy it for 1.5 million Agent Reagan raised his offer to 2 million. AR Directors Vincent Anderson and Albert Frostman sold the submarine to the Chaos Insurgency.
Insurgency agents took the ship to Military Base: One, their military base on the coast of Tzartus Island, Canada. After finishing there second submarine dock, they move the submarine into Submarine Dock Two. This would become the ship's home port.
The NV-Anderson, as it is now called, became the flagship of the Pacific Storm Fleet after the destruction of the NV-Merkel during an attach on Foundation Battleship SCPS-Demeter. Along with the other 20 vessels the submarine has never lost a battle and is under the command of Captain Gilad Pellaeon.
