Interviewer: Researcher Daniel Wagner
Interviewee: SCP-XXXX-A
<Begin Log>
Wagner: Hey, Johnathan.
SCP-XXXX-A: Hey, Wagner. How's the family?
Wagner: If you don't mind, I think we get to brass tacks, I have some news for you.
[SCP-XXXX-A pauses.]
SCP-XXXX-A: Okay, shoot.
Wagner: You're on the list to be transferred to a different site, if you're up for it.
SCP-XXXX-A: Well, I… Umm… What?
Wagner: I'm not supposed to say much, classified and all that jazz, but the whole site's buzzing about it. Something major is going on.
SCP-XXXX-A: What is it? You can't leave me dangling like this, tell me.
Wagner: Rumor has it- well it's not rumor but it's still not completely confirmed- that the top brass are worried about the Ruskies finding something unsavory up there in space, and the O5s want to get there before them, and the Astrophysics department is scrambling to get something together. You were on the docket for transferral.
SCP-XXXX-A: What? Well I… Well I never! [SCP-XXXX-A remains silent for a moment] Space?
Wagner: Yep.
SCP-XXXX-A: Think I'm just up for dissection, or are they gonna make me a real astronaut.
Wagner: I'm leaning towards the latter, knowing your habits all they would find in the autopsy would be a bunch of cigarette smoke and cholesterol-clogged arteries. Not much to document with that.
[SCP-XXXX-A smiles slightly.]
Wagner: Yeah, so technically we have to ask for your permission and all that, considering your age and your [ahem] state of affairs. Don't want you to go crazy from the move. [Wagner puts his hands up before SCP-XXXX-A could interrupt.] Before you start, yes, we are transferring all of your possessions, including your wife's belongings. So you don't have to worry about leaving anything behind.
SCP-XXXX-A: Ah, well, that's good. [SCP-XXXX-A lapses into silence.]
Wagner: Are you alright John? You seem a bit [Wagner pauses, and waves his hands around slightly.] scattered.
SCP-XXXX-A: No, no. I'm fine, really… I'm fine. It's just… [sighs] space. I might get to go to space [SCP-XXXX-A chuckles slightly] I was a Physics professor, y'know? Oh, god, how I looked up at the stars and thought about wandering around them, travelling in one of those new rocket ships, saying hi to some Martians, ah.
Wagner: So, do you think you're ready for the trip? The transferal, I mean.
SCP-XXXX-A: Oh, hm? Yes, yes, of course. I would love to go. Thank you. Just… I've lived here for… God, I can't remember how long.
Wagner: Around five years, now.
SCP-XXXX-A: God, five years. [SCP-XXXX-A pauses and rubs his face.] Where does the time go. That would make me… God, I'm old. Feels just last week that we had just gotten married and moved into that old fixer-upper down the street. [SCP-XXXX-A lapses into silence again.]
Wagner: You never know, this change might be good for you. Get out back into the world, live in a new place, see new people. Looking at the same old concrete walls can be bad for a person's mind. Plus, you'll be doing a good thing, and helping people. You should never pass up on a chance to do that.
SCP-XXXX-A: I guess you're right about that. [SCP-XXXX-A takes a deep breath.] Why would I ever thing about passing up this opportunity. Thanks for the talk, I just needed to get my head in order. [SCP-XXXX-A looks up at the ceiling and smiles.] Ah, space.
Wagner: I'm glad that we could talk. Hey, maybe when you're up there you could send me a photo of Earth? Would be one hell of a group picture.
[SCP-XXXX-A laughs.]
SCP-XXXX-A: I'll try, though I doubt I could get your fat ass into frame.
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