Year: 1952
Trans Allegheny lunatic asylum. A mirror shows Samantha Rose, “Hmph. Perfect, as always.” Who is not surprised at the broadening grin on her face in the reflection.
After that, she picks the lock on her door. Hospital staff swarm her and attempt to put her back in but she kicks them away and knocks a few out.
With a stab of a syringe, she murmurs, “Not… again…” and falls down out cold, her world went dark."Damn… it…"
Back in her room, she designs a whole space ship. Adding to the many strange schematics all over her walls. There are also paper drawings. These prints include some very detailed and quite beautiful color schematics and diagrams. Insanity interrupts her from overuse of her mind and she kicks and screams stabbing herself with the pencil to make it stop. In regret, she pulls it out and laughs at the pounding in her head. Blood mixes with the tears and she curls up knees to her chest.
At 5:00 pm her room becomes empty. Needles are stuck in her mind and she shakes with every shock the chair makes. Tears fall from her blank face that seemed to smile by its self.
Lonely she stays under her covers until her door opens again. "Hells no! Fuck off! ” she screams, but of course no one listens. “I’m done for today!” She growls back as they bring her to a room with a table. "I said I’m done!”Sitting at the table was a woman. Stunning, breathtaking, and a stranger were all ways Sam would use to describe the perfect human being before her.
“Hello,” the woman would greet her, "You must be Samantha Rose.”
Sam just stared.
“Oh…! Where are my manners? I am Falarith Eden.”
”Who asked?”Sam spoke out her expression indicated she might be a little annoyed."What is this about?”
“Yes.”The woman said, face wandering off to the side. “It must be strange to a lonely creature such as yourself. Whose has been isolated for so long… you’ve forgotten the true presence of true company.”
“Excuse me-?”
“However, worry not.”The woman said serenely.” I’ve come to set you free.”
“That's it!”Sam stood, "If this is a prank… It’s not funny! That said,” she carried on, hands on her hip as she walks around Falarith who sat with elegant composure, "Also, I don’t want to be “Set free”, I belong here.”Hand on her chest she announces and leans in Falariths face with a sort of wolfish grin."And I sure as hell don't need your pity! Get lost!” she spat.
“No." Falarith would elegantly pat the spit off her face with a hanker chief."You belong with your family. Whom of which I’ve come to reunite you, Samariah.”
Sam would snarl at her, "Hah! So now you think I’ll care? Just because you know my real name?”
“It’s time to come home. We've used our wealth and influence to tell the hospital to discharge you.”
“Ugh!”Sam groans as she curls her fist, "Please leave me alone! Please! Ugh." and crosses her arms," I don't need you to get out of here!”
“Here are your clothes.” said a receptionist," and here are your medications. Have a good day!” the one that Sam hates just looking at. Then again, everyone's presence pissed her off, and she still didn't know why, which pissed her off even more. But no one's presence presently annoyed her to the extent that Falariths did. Who was acting so kind. Nobody is this nice without some ulterior motive, Sam thought,better watch for any opportunity to get the upper hand.
The whole time, Sam would give Falarith the death stare. Even as they got in the car, and all the way to a luxurious mansion, where Sam would slam the door shut so hard, the window shattered and it fell off. Expensive cars lined the long drive to the mansion overlooking the hills. Falarith led her into the Gregorian mansion, whose stone walls resembled an old school fortress.
Sam sounded a little impressed going into the mansion."Not bad. But I've stayed in much more luxurious accommodations."Sam then gave a triumphant grin with the satisfaction of a goddess and the beautiful flush of a human."Guess this will have to do, for now… Falarith!"Sam pouts her face and turns to face Falarith," Lead me to my room." she demands.
"Our butler will escort you." Falarith responds so elegant — so sophisticated."I must get ready for dinner."
"Of course… the servants. Very well."
Falarith smiles kindly, hands elegantly placed on her lap, and says, "I'll see you in the evening!" she walks away but stops herself before she forgets."Oh! And another thing, make sure you are dressed properly. You will be meeting Enoch."
Sam waves her away as the butler arrives.
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Never in her wildest dreams would she have considered her taste stylish or elegant. On the bed, she'd lay the flower and note aside and lifted a dress from the package, smirking as she realized this estimation of her size was accurate. The parcel contained a beautiful lavender dress.
In the room's closets, she discovered many fancy costumes of rich velvet dresses and brocades, and one of the attendants told her to dress in any of the clothes that pleased her and to be prepared to dine with the Master and Falarith in an hour's time. Sam comes to the dining hall with a dress made of dark purple velvet and satin.
Far across the table, Sam could spot a handsome man, with a single braid of hair as white as silk, and a black suit.
"Allow me to be the second one to welcome you to the family, Samariah. My name is Enoch el Asem but we all go under different names, mine is Enoch Eden."
Sam listened with her arms crossed. Enoch continued. "I must say, finding you was a bit of a challenge. Given your elusive nature. I hope we did not discover you too late. Are you even still interested in the family?"
"Tch. Like hell I am. No one was there for me. I had to fight alone for 4,000 years. At this point, I could care less about you or who you are."
"Hm. Is that so?"Enoch sips his tea and makes a noise as he smirks," Let's talk about your condition. Do you know where it comes from?"
"Just get to the point. You are inferior, and you're wasting my time."
Enoch goes on regardless, "I was getting to that. Please be patient —"
Falarith gets involved."Have you heard of the biblical Seth and Sampson?"
"Yes? Sampson was my mother."
"Your father, However," said Falarith as she ate broccoli off her fork," had lost his right to the Name Seth when he had poisoned the hearts of man with the Crown of Awareness. You see, a name to us is more of a rank."
"A symbol of our stature among humanity as the first family."Enoch went on, "Seth was incompetent and insubordinate — period. A failure. You on the other hand show much more promise."
"How so? How am I any different?"
"We hope to use your vast knowledge to increase our profit margin. In today's world, Money is power. That said, we hope in every way that you'll assist us with a goal our forefathers had failed, to guide humanity. A mission adopted by our bloodline."
"My knowledge? My knowledge drives me insane. I can't maintain that headspace for long before I'm screaming on the ground."Sam would tell them.
"Your condition, known as "Head Sickness", "Falarith explained," is brought about by your separation from those in your ancient bloodline. I suffered the same but differently before I was reunited with Enoch."
"Therefore as long as you are physically among us, you may use your vast intelligence freely," Said Enoch as light reflects off his half-glasses."Haven't you noticed? That you have not gone insane?"
I was wondering about that… Sam thought as she thinks they were right. As it explains why she didn't feel any onset symptoms or the urge to write down her ideas since arriving.
"Fine. I'll do it."Sam said, nodding with the last bite of her piece of the pie." Only if I get a larger amount of the profits."
"Your intellect is divinely given." Falarith titters, a becoming smile moved her lips," That means… the ideas it produces… will greatly provide enough income for all of us to enjoy."
The sheer grotesqueness of gas chambers, killing fields, death marches, ditches scattered with bones and blood, and hacked and bulleted bodies, is so grave, its gravity so unspeakably large, that the very word itself brings to mind an overwhelming sense of failed humanity.
In those days, she was a Nazi collaborator. Although she held none of their Ideals of supremacy, she was offered a place among scientists. All she asked for was space to execute her ideas with Free of morals. By 1942, Sam was stationed at Auschwitz. When the facility's highly populated surroundings threaten to compromise the secrecy of the ongoing human experimentation. Some were orphans, some were victims of previous experimentation and others were just war prisoners. Sam assessed herself in the wardrobe’s full-length mirror and guilt washed over her. By no means was she a good person, nor did she try to be.
Now they are rich from an owned interstellar and interdimensional mining company — known as Gateway industries — that has traveled to Diamond, gold, and silver, Exo-planets. 52 years later, Falarith’s net worth is 345 unvigintillion , Sams is 60 octodecillion, Enochs's net worth is 990 centillion .They have even gone too super-Earths and suns. They’ve even mined asteroids and for materials not yet known to man. (but they have not set up on Earth quite as much.)
Pata-particles are one of those materials. That so happens to be a major crafting component in the realm of pataphysics. The elementary particle aspect seems to retain Omnipresence by definition, giving it a major upper hand to anything it's fighting or being used with. Granular composition maintains the infinitesimal properties, only within dimensionality.
With that, they power their massive ships. And keep Gate Way Industries a secret, as trading secrets and the materials,(with other dimensions and planets) would be harmful to them if stolen. Luckily, they have premium secrecy — It's not cheap to keep things of this scale-out of the conscience of almost every person on earth. Just hiding the money trail alone is staggeringly expensive.
52 years later, Falarith’s net worth is 345 quintillion, Sams is 60 nonillion, Enochs's net worth is 990 decillion. Not only that, but they also have long lifespans but aren't immortal. Employees are mostly androids in factories on other planets to make them non-liable for the waste of any human life, and to keep humans from the harshness of space and away from Extra Universal third parties.
They have allies with the various interdimensional beings and aliens across the galaxies called the Unity of Starlight who battle the Ministry of Chaos.
Year: 2006
"I don't get why we have to still have human servants.” Headlights flashed on the curtains briefly and a car door slammed. Sam and Falarith were at the feet of a victorian home in the middle of the country.“Why not replace them with androids?"
"It’s true that they will last longer. But have you ever felt the same connection to an android that you would a human being? No! Who would?"
"If you want a friend just go on social media."
“You know I’m bad with those… What do you call them? Cellphones.”
"Just learn," Sam said before she knocked on the door, "It's not that hard."
"That's easy for you to say!" Falarith stomps, the door handle moves, "you're the one with the genius. Meanwhile, I'm the one stuck with all the people skills."
"Oh yeah. It's sooooo hard to be you," Sam sarcastically says.
"Oh? Now thats a bold claim."
A man with the head of a question mark opened the door."This is private property confirm your invitation or be escorted from the premises."
Falarith raised her invitation, "Here."
The man took one glance at it, moved out of the way respectfully, and said, "We've reserved your seats. Please take them. The auction shall begin shortly, courtesy of Martial Carter and Dark"
Their seats were closest to the door in case of any emergency. The auction started in full swing, the outdoor area crowded with the richest bargain seekers, their acquired spoils piled high about them.
By the time Falarith was done, one hundred billion had been spent on over fifty soon to be staff members. Samantha held off on a single purchase. Until a girl, only eleven years old was rolled to her place by the podium. Straightjacket bound while the rest of her was strapped to an old operation table tilted to face the audience.
"Why is she bound so tightly you may ask? This product is quite the escape artist." The auctioneer spoke shortly, "With the ability to generate illusions via sound, only the most privileged could appreciate this one of a kind marvel!" Announced the auctioneer." Starting bid at 1 billion."
Samantha shouts."1.5 trillion!"
"1.5 trillion… going once, going twice" he paused, all was quiet."Aaaaaand SOLD to the redhead in row 4!"
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They return to Auburn manor, now surrounded by new faces. Lines of maids and butlers bow their heads as they enter and pass.
“I see new faces,” Enoch would say, "Nevertheless there is one asset from which complications arise.”
“Okay, Which one?” Sam said, "Tell me what's wrong and I'll fix it.”
“This is partially your fault as well — don’t you check before buying a defective product?” Enochs's arms crossed, "Now we have a useless something without any redeeming hallmarks. “
.“ So how is this my fault?" Smirks Sam.
“It was your only purchase.”
“Oh? That? Of course, there's no use for her now, but when I'm done with her… she'll be perfect.”
"You better get the most from that investment," spoke Enoch
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Down in the basement dungeon of the manor, a girl in a cold concrete room, a familiar eleven-year-old, dragged herself as her useless legs crumbled beneath her, feeling vulnerable and scared in the strange place. Paralyzed from the waist down and permanently mute. Stored tears began to flow and the sobs wracked her body, robbing it of the ability to speak – barely allowing a breath to be drawn. A scar on her neck.
Sam scoffed in disgust.“How pitiful,” Sam looked down at the girl coldly, able to tell what was wrong with the little girl at a glance, "Looking at you pisses me off. Pick yourself up and crawl behind me. We’re going to make some use of you.”
Dart gun aimed at the little girl's neck, the odd dart finds its target. The vision fades to black.
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The little girl awoke in a sweat, the blurred scenes of gore and screams of dying from her dreams fading. Rubbing her eyes, she checks around the room. A laboratory in which structures of a complexity as of yet unknown are fashioned. One other thing was different, her toes, she could feel them. The little girl tore the white sheet off from below her waist. Full-blown panic hit her. Legs once made of flesh were now mechanical, chrome. On closer inspection, however, it's clear that she wasn't human at all, but a highly advanced organic cyborg. With a shriek, she fell off the surgical table, found the door, and bolted out.
The little girl caught sight of the outside. Stars were in the sky and the new moon shone out amid the glass that screened it. Where orbital rings would be was a huge space ship that is around the uninhabited Earth-like planet GJ229A, 4.21 light-years away. The little girl read a holographic screen emitted from the wall she felt someone near.
"I have, as it were, my own sun and moon and stars, and a little world all to myself." suddenly a voice from behind her says.
The little girl jumped several steps back.
"How do you like your new legs?"Sam said to the girl."Your other previous traumatic injuries were easy to work around."
The little girl uttered in response, "W-Who are-" and covered her mouth the instant she felt words leave her lips. For a moment, she said nothing - afraid to trust her voice.
"I refitted you with a new high tech voice box. Since your old voice box was removed, along with your esophagus."
He braced himself for the fear or disbelief that did not come."How did you do that?" the girl asked, unable to keep the disbelief out of her voice.
"Simple, I'm just that smart."Sam walked over and placed a hand on the girl's shoulder, "Now for your new purpose in life. Any pain you felt before is over now. From today on you shall serve at my side, as my new assistant…" Sam gazed at her, shifting to lean forward, the only sign of her interest.
"I find you fascinating. What is your name?"
"M-My name?" The girl thought about it, how long it had been since she introduced herself, something she didn't know, "My name is… Ming Wong."
"My name is Samariah Samantha Eden."
Ming hesitated to take the hand offered to her.
"Go on…" said Sam, "You're safe with me," she said at her hesitation.
The little girl took her hand, and from then on, was never harmed again.
Year: 2009
Slightly off-center in the room stood a breathtaking, nine-foot, ebony Steinway concert grand piano. Ming sang right in the middle of every pitch and had a lovely vibrato. Illusion bunnies hopped around a forest that was never there. A Redhead spectated from her chair, smoking the finest weed money could buy.
They are on a ship. Named the Ethereal, about the size of a new york state, this ship is an interdimensional and interstellar traveler. Gateway Industries has potentially 10 of them in case humanity needs to evacuate the planet or reality itself. Preparations made by Sam includes over 1,000 uninhabited Earth-like planets and dimensions for humanity to flee to.
It reminded her of one of her favorite space empire-building games, Homeworld.
Then abruptly, they are attacked by the Ministry of Chaos, whose armada units are waiting for them in the middle of space. Samantha who now goes by Dr. Eden, commands the control deck. The armada attacks on all sides rattling the huge ship, which is protected by cosmic shields that coat the outside and protect from solar radiation, Time dilation, and memetic hazards.
“Use holographic diffusers to allow eye-safe emission of power levels!”Sam commands out to the control deck where an android responds, "What are the power levels?!"
"Over 9000."Replies an android.
Sam keeps a cool head as she has been through this before and tells them to, "Deploy the Multi-Function Orbital Siege Ultra-Fighters!” Smaller ships arise of ports in the ship's side, operated by androids.
Laser beams fire at the armada as they too deploy small gunships of their own."They've deployed Long-range Interstellar Heavy Infiltrators…" A short battle in space erupts from her field of view and all around. As ships race, each other, locked in deadly games of laser tag. Debris falls into the atmosphere of the nearby water and ocean planet, burning up in the clouds.
Like the seventh and last wave that shatters a ship, that last irresistible wave burst from the rear and reached the front ranks, carrying them off their feet and engulfing them all.
"Charge the ultra cannon!" some cannon prepared to cause a small extinction event and blast a hole in the main armada ship and mercury sized planet goes from a dilated spec to a full orb. Once a target has been selected and accurately located, the laser designation capability is used to identify the specific target for laser-guided munitions. The enemy sees her doing so and charges their weapons. An android woman who mans the controls says," there is a large power signature coming from the front of the enemy ship."
Ming watches at the data on her tablet," We won't be able to charge the ultra cannons in time!'
Sams eyes were cold, calculated."What is the delay?"
"0000. 12 nanoseconds!" yelps Ming, who was writing something on the over-sized tablet in her arms"What is our next move?!"
"Our next move shall be…" Sam in an effortless bid to retain her composure, made a choice, she appeared relaxed, despite the danger."Redirect all energy from the cosmic shields to the ultra cannon!"
"No!" cried Ming, "Without the cosmic shields we are vulnerable to further attack from enemy Long-range Interstellar Heavy Infiltrators!"
"The risk won't last that long, trust me."Shields on The Virtue go down and they are pelted by lasers.
"How much longer?"
Ming looked up then back down at her tablet, "We’ll barely make it time!"
Sam nods, "Let's hope."
"Now," Sam commands them," move the Virtue to the left from the trajectory of the enemy blast."
"We can't!" protests Ming," Likelihood of success is only 20%!"
"Do it."
The Enemy finally fires their cannon at them, the beam grazes a tiny side of The Virtue as it shoots beyond them. At the same time, the Ethereal ultra cannon hits the main ship of the Ministry of chaos armada. Sam and Ming watched explosions wrack the Armada ship until they rose high enough that the toxic dust storm it started marred the surface of the moon from view. "Target destroyed." appeared inside the windshield of the vessel.
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Back at the Mansion, Enoch converses over a hologram call to a Starlight Unity leader (named Aopakou.) on the state of humanity.
“— either tell the rest of humanity about the alliance Or be dropped as an ambassador.”
“Why this sudden ultimatum, ambassador Aopakou?"Asked Enoch," Are you still not pleased with the results of our efforts?"
“You are low-level species, of a low-level universe," Aopakou said with dominant authority," who can not handle the truth, and are prone to self-destruction. And therefore cannot be saved. Accordingly, we have determined that your efforts are in vain.”
" We only refrain from divulging the information for humanity's protection."Enoch admitted with even greater authoritative grip," And that fear may plague the human race into self-destruction at times. But there are the few who can keep level heads in times of stress. I know of few."
"Where are these few?"
"They are the secret guardians of humanity," admitted Enoch, who straightened up his tie, " If their involvement will alleviate the tension, we will convene with these types so that together our strength is complemented."
The Starlight Unity leader Aopakou states, "We can not help a race that can’t even help themselves."
"No, that isn't right, I’ll order a conference with a few influential groups that will allow for our cause to remain in secrecy but be announced."
After silence hung in the air, Aopakou said, "The Order of the Omnidimensional Creator is giving humanity a chance."
"We thank them and you."
The hologram closes.
A rocket capsule lands beside the manor, out from it steps both Ming and Sam. The mansion was quiet, and they roamed until she found where everyone was.
"You want me to what? Get a job?"Sam sat relaxed arms spread wide on the couch headboard, ready to enjoy the evening,"Not with the GOC. I am a woman of science, not fancy magic tricks. Not the Insurgency either, all they are is Nazis. Been there and done that. I want something different, I want to make my own rules, I want a challenge."
"Many groups defend humanity and society in secret." Faith said, "In a way they share our objective."
"Did you consider the SCP foundation?" Ming proposed, ever clung to her tablet."I've heard many great things about it."Sam would pinch Mings cheek, offering a knowing smile, "You really know how to read my mind, don't you? My Ming."
"So that is your choice."Enoch nodded his acceptance, "In that case, I shall arrange for you an orientation."
"Come, Ming," Sam ordered, the Chinese girl followed her Master out.
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SCP foundation caved into the palm of Sam's hand. Sam, Enoch, and Falarith being investors in the foundation, connected them to an infinite well of wealth they didn't have before. Trust built on her success, Sam did them a favor and paid off any debts the Foundation may have. All while Gateway Industries provides infinite materials and benefits foundation secrecy.
With their trade secrets, they make the massive Foundation a self-sufficient economy in and of themselves.
Now a Class B personnel, and the Foundation Treasury Bureau Director, Sam spends 900,000,000 million dollars giving random researchers a $100,000 bonus to join her in space and other dimensions on top of their regular salary. This way, she unintentionally becomes an urban legend of the foundation, if not only for her vast wealth.
The Star Light Unity assists in the construction of Mars Site-69, whose construction estimation for completion was cut short by 50 years. After a year, the subterranean facility is now clean and elegant with crisp light emanating from glowing orbs on the walls. Site-420, also known as The Virtue, is a war-ship much like the Ethereal that orbits with LDC-cloaking capabilities within the orbit of Gliese 581c, 20.42 light-years away. For the use of defensive combat.
5 years later, it was time to perfect the impossible.
Ming enters a bloody scene," Sam?"The flashes of light, darkness, and blood, the scent of sulfur and death. Her foot stopped in a puddle by a body. "Ms. Eden?!" said Ming as she held Sams body in her arms, "Wake up! Please! Wake up! Oh god! Somebody… Please help!"
Both opened, eyes survey medical equipment in the room. No longer able to register the world around her, there was no choice but to limp numbly towards the first hall she saw. The redhead looked up, "C-Wing infirmary." said a sign above the pressure-driven doors. A level 4-Keycard slid through the scanner and the door to the U-Wing opened with a beep and a click. The lights ticked on; the area was relatively quiet although the sound of a printer and talking could be heard in the distance.
Now her lab was a scene of a crime. There's only a crime if I say there is. she thought and strode to her computers, irritated by another thought:Someone was in my lab!
Contraptions dismantled only in appearance are pulsing masses of flesh like organic circuit boards within.
"…Is, this? "Says Ming who had been there all along."What happened?"
"It's nothing to worry about."
"Nothing to worry about?"Ming scowled,"Nothing to worry about!?" Mings foot stomps looked at Sam as though she had betrayed her."If before that you are not ten times wounded, killed, or dead, well… what then?…"
"Don't bother me, I'm working."
"Isn't it enough?"
"Save your sympathy. The DNA that I used is mine, to control the technology I create as well as the power source." the hint of a self-satisfied smirk playing across her full, pink lips, appeared without her looking up or pausing in her typing," The control is broad enough to include the cloning of human cells — perhaps the most controversial aspect of biotechnology."
"For what?" asked Ming, everpresent tablet in her arms." you would cut pieces of yourself away… to advance what objective?"
"To eradicate rules, no one tells me I can't do something! If I can't have an infinite amount of D-Class guinea pigs, I'll make my own! They will be similar to human beings in every way. Except for reproductive capabilities."
"Mam!"As Ming would look around further she would find hundreds of bodies floating in large water-filled tanks."… Aren't there are many things about this that are ethically problematic?"
"You can't just ask people to behave ethically just like that," said Sam who approached a tabletop lit up with a blank grey screen and four dozen multi-hued buttons with geometric symbols only she knew was writing." Whatever their ethical merits, both views must make logical sense."
On her second glance, Ming saw familiar characteristics with all the bodies in the tanks."Why are they all blonde with blue eyes?"
"I picked up where I left off in the Third Reich."
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A knock on her office door
An expression of annoyance showed itself for a moment on her face upon first recognizing Jeremiah Cimmerian.“Hmph. Have you come to ridicule my accomplishments? Is there really nothing better for you to do with your pathetic excuse of a position?”
“We just met. Could you possibly hold off on the insults?”
“Fine. Take a seat.” said Sam more in a way that sounded like a command, "I’ll have to wash whatever seat you sit in any way.”
“Why?” he asked.
“ I don’t usually entertain filth like yourself.”
This bitch…Cimmerian thought.
“Now what the fuck do you want?”
“Let's begin with the fact that you’ve created an entirely new race of human beings for experimental purposes.”
Sam let out an empty laugh, “Hah Hah! Honestly…? Shut up and tell me what you are trying to say. ” she grinned as she leaned into his face.
“There are multiple infractions. First being how similar they are to human beings.”
“Psht. Of course, the most worthless opinion would come from you. For the sake of testing, the scientific method involves experimentation that almost always necessitates the same amount of data collection as you would with a D-Class."
"Yes. But why did you do this?" asked Cimmerian, "The Ethics committee had already forbidden your previous requests for immoral experiments."
"To prove your ethics committee wrong."
"You do realize that now you have to attend an ethics introduction, right?"
"Wonderful idea, sir," the redhead replied with enough irreverent sarcasm that cimmerian was taken aback."I would love to have another unproductive meeting where we validate irrational feelings."
"You still have to—"
Sam cut him off."It’s not the toys you have but the skill you can play with them."
"What are your plans for this then?" asked Cimmerian.
"For you, all to replace the use of D-Class,"Sam answered," at least in precarious situations where it wastes such a resource. My plan B is a cyborg army. That will behave at the behest of the foundation."
"Made from these humans?"
"Yes. I know how the Ethics Committee works. You act by the regulations as long as you succeed. Then you ditch them and use your brain." Cimmerian looked up, Sam was wearing a condescending smirk, "So? Am I any much a threat that you previously perceived?”
"No…"
"You can leave now."
Cimmerian forced himself to walk, not run, back to where he came from.
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That morning Falarith woke up and thought: Okay, it's a beautiful day to help people. LET'S DO THIS!
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Today was the first day she'd begin watching over skips on Thursdays in a way that encourages those who attend to be more active, which reduces loneliness and feelings of isolation. The Site-17 daycare policy says if a staff member has more than one child, they'll need to pay an individual expense for each child at the daycare facility.
Specialized daycare programs for Anomalous child entities are of course exclusive.
"Good morning children!"
A pink-haired girl, about 10 years old, one eye blue the other black and yellow looked up at her. An Asian girl with black eyes of starlight couldn't look if she tried. Her ears on the other hand were sharp.
One glance led to a double-take, and she regarded the girl with porcelain skin beside her.
"Why don't we all introduce ourselves?"
The pink-haired girl noticed she was first and was under the impression she should go first," SCP-040? I'm called just 040 though…"
About half of all autistic people never learn to speak, this wasn't the case with the Asian girl who flapped her hands to stim and said, "My name is… 0135. Stella. Hello!"
Falarith smiled."It's nice to meet you too, Stella." She greeted them with a big smile, hugging each of them as if they were old friends she hadn't seen in a decade. Then her notice went to the girl of porcelain who sat withdrawn."Who are you, Sweetie?"
From the way Falarith spoke, It reminded her of those days, years ago, when her family laughed and talked to each other.
"706."
"Do you have a real name?"
"I don't want to… "
"Oh! I am sorry." apologized Falarith, hand placed on her own chest elegantly," It’s alright. You don't have to introduce yourself if you don't want to…"
"No, it's not that. It's…"
Suddenly she heard a sound, alarms blaring, a red light waved around the room. Loud noises over-stimulate Stella who placed hands over her ears.
"What is happening!?" The pink-haired girl shouted.
"Stay calm! People will arrive to escort us to safety shortly."
The situation was apparent after 5 hours. No one was coming to help them. Escape was hampered by the fact that the window wouldn't open. Only one way was of possibility, through the door into the facility.
"Everyone listen up! We are going to make it out of this! When I open up that door, you follow me close!"
Quickly, Falarith took the girl named 135 by the hand and led them out the daycare door. For a long time, they wandered from Wing to Wing. From in front, chewing flesh noises were heard. An SCP-008 was face deep into the side of another researcher. His face was bloodied, and one arm was covered in blood from his shoulder wound. When she was spotted, with more undead coming from around where she came, she put on the Ring of Lux.
"Stay around me!"
A spray of gun light shakes the undead. Who falls like cut tall grass, one over the other. Men in black step past the mound of the dead and aim their guns at her and the skip children.
"Targets spotted."One says into an ear mic, "Extraction by force underway."
In the hail of gunfire, her body rejected metal, and bullets popped out of her hand. The greenish aura dims from her left hands ring. More shoot and run at her, Falarith didn't wait for them to finish but launched a slap kick straight for one's head making them collide together.
Each next blow she gave blended together, an endless stream of combos, each blow leading to the next. Two men in black darted, the swing of an arm made her dunk, she sweeps ankles and slips her hand into the chest, blood in, heart out. Having anticipated the first kick and snatched it, sweeping a man off his feet again. Another kick ejects a body through a pillar.
Now it was finally done.
Her heart attempted a painful escape through her throat. Worry was erased when she spotted 040, Stella, and 706 under a massive flower-like umbrella that, from observation of ammunition on the ground, had deflected bulle
ts all around them. Like a dandelions seed, it floated from them and showed itself to be alive with thousands of hexagonal blinking eyes.
040 must have made that…Falarith concluded in her mind. She glanced up at them, a guilty look on her face."I'm sorry you had to see all that."
Stella shrugged."I didn't see anything,"
706 was in reverence."Are you a superhero?" Her heart was racing, but she had innocence in her voice." You are amazing!"
"I'm sorry! I didn't know what else to do!" 040 said as her creation hovers above their heads. Tears were wiped from her eyes with her hand, 040 failed to suppress a sob, "Please, don't get mad at me!"
"No! You did well." assures Falarith, getting on eye level with the little girl, "They wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for you. If anything… you were the superhero here!" Falarith spots a new bruise on 040s hand lifts it and frowns. "Let's head to the infirmary."
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Falarith walked down a hallway tunnel, past where someone wrote 'Help me.' in blood, with the three little girls. Some dead were around the infirmary. Only dead. Not still walking after the fact. Which was lucky for her as many of them had personal belongings untouched. Extracting a cell phone from its sheath, around an agent's waist, Falarith dialed Sam.
"Pick up, C'mon pick up!"
After a while and several tries she received an answer. "Who the hell—"
"Sam it's me!"
"Falarith? Why are you calling from—"
"There's no time for that, I'm here with three skips."
"Oh yeah. Daycare day. Heard there was a breach. How is that going for you?"
"Not good."
Sam sighs."Is that all?"
"No! I need help! They've activated the Nuclear Protocol. I need codes to de-activate it before this place blows."
"I'll text it to you after I've hacked into the Site-17 mainframe. Better yet, I can remotely disable it from there."
Falarith sighs, hand on her chest."Thank goodness!" Relief brought a smile to her lips."Thank you!"
"Like that my job here is finished." Sam hung up.
One of the girls she saw, SCP-706, had her head down and crying. The look on her face made Falarith want to hug him and ease her fear. Falarith dashed the tears from her eyes with her shirtsleeve.
"Alright, sit down next to me. Tell me what's goin' on. This is the SCP-706 show now."
“I’m scared that they won’t let me see you again after this, just like they did with the others.”
"It'll be fine… Let's all work together. We're gonna beat this place and remain good friends afterward… So let's do it! I'm sure we'll be alright! Because…we make such an incredible team!”
“It’s like having sisters, or family. ”706 said with a smile at the other two girls,” So I really don’t want them to go either.”
“I like you too, 706,” SCP-040 says,” but I’m jealous of you too.”
“W-Why?”asks the socially aloof Stella,"Were we mean?”
SCP-040 stomps.“NO! Because you have names! I want a name too!”
“Okay?”An idea flashed through 706’s brain and made a smile on her face."What about Molly?”
“Molly… I like molly,” says Stella.
“Molly…”says SCP-040, who thought about it and then said,"Perfect! I like Molly too!"
"Lets go everyone."Falarith says as she awaits by the door,"We must make it to the evacuation area.'
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As they walk to thier destination they meet a confrontational man in black along the way.
Tendrils of coldness stretched from its home within Falariths back and took him by surprise. The man in black felt a cold wrap around his legs, screamed, and was dragged into her shadow, a blackened dark void. Testing their strength on a few swings toward the walls. They retreat into shadowy stillness once more. Falarith rose and pulled a stray hair from her bob cut in front of her face, back behind her ear.
They make it to the emergency evacuation point while the enemy retreats.
TADpoles: Travel devices utilizing two polar Temporal Acceleration Devices to travel between universes, or even sometimes multiverses. Often developed as an alternative to Gliders specifically catering to very fast however extremely imprecise travel. Each TAD accelerates time in a different direction; the primary TAD rapidly accelerating time forward. The standard procedure is to accelerate time to such an extent that (in a Blue to Violet universe) a Big Crunch occurs and those within the TADpole enter a newly created universe. The pilots then use the technology onboard to alter the starting conditions of the new universe into a state they wish, either creating the universe they're seeking to travel to or creating a universe that allows them to jump to the one they wish to travel to via a similar process. (If you start out in a Yellow or Green Universe you can still do this though it takes longer since after the Big Freeze the universe will give way to the Interdimensional Void and you can latch on to a Protoverse.)
The number of jumps required to create the precise conditions to go visit whatever company you're selling weapons to is likely to be very, very high indeed, possibly infinite, but luckily for you you won't have to wait that long thanks to the extreme extent time is accelerated to. You will of course have to be very, very precise when jumping from one universe to the next unless you instead want to end up in the middle of a galactic warzone.
As the process involves traveling through the entire timeline of every universe you jump between, the nature of the universe's expansion has a pretty significant effect on how easy or difficult it is to travel through a certain universe, so you'll need to keep in mind the color of the universe before you try and enter it.
Red Universes are impassable. You cannot jump through them. This is unfortunate for us regular humans since we happen to be living in one and so probably won't be able to use TADpoles any time soon.
Orange Universes are somewhat easy to jump through but there is some difficulty given they tend to resemble Red Universes at times. These eras can be somewhat turbulent and will leave what is referred to as an 'orange' effect on the TADpole.
Yellow Universes are downright dangerous to jump through given the constantly fluctuating growth and will cause significant damage to the TADpoles if attempted.
Green Universes are perfectly safe to jump through, but they're the ones with the highest probability of forming advanced civilisations who may possess the technology to shoot down your TADpole as it passes by, so watch out for that.
Blue Universes generally tend to be pretty safe to jump through, unless they're conceptually adjacent to a Yellow Universe (AKA it's a Cyan Universe) which is sometimes random but can be pretty accurately predicted if a fair amount of Yellow Universes could form from a given Big Crunch. Another thing to watch out for is that if your TADpole still has an 'orange' effect, then it will tend towards expansion while the universe will tend towards reduction, putting the TADpole out of sync and making Blue Universes just as dangerous as Yellow ones.
Violet Universes are really, really easy to jump through most of the time, so long as you enter a Blue Universe which naturally becomes Violet. Jumping straight from a Big Crunch into a Violet Universe has some really freaky effects because they're so easy to jump through your TADpole will just get immediately redirected to the universe most likely to form from the Big Crunch, which you had better fucking hope isn't Yellow. One upside though is that jumping directly to a Violet Universe will completely undo the 'orange' effects and make passing through Blue Universes perfectly safe again.
One would think that Farred Universes are a complete no-go zone but for some strange reason they're actually the easiest type to jump through and nobody is quite sure why.
The Five states of Alom
As previously stated, Alom is a compound that is formed from the two elements Al and Om. Used by the past of the first agricultural humans, who brought humanity from the Garden. However, the combination of Al and Om can be in many different ratios, which will give the overall Alom varying effects. In particular, plasmatic Alom has been shown to have the most extreme differences depending on their ratio of Al to Om. There are five major states of this ratio in plasmatic alom, listed below.
Primordial Energy (Lux Crystali in its solid form) - The first state of plasmatic Alom, with the most Om and the least Al. Its sphere is life, light and creation.
Incognitus Energy (Incelabratus thread in its solid form) - The second state of Alom, with more Om than there is Al, but not to the overpowering degree of Primordial energy. Its spheres are transformation, transmutation and movement.
The Crimson (Crimson Ruby in its solid form) - The third state of Alom, with a perfectly even ratio of Al and Om. It spheres are self-realization, mental and spiritual enlightenment, and the power of one's mind.
Xalnergy (Xalnite in its solid form) - The fourth state of Alom, with more Al than Om. Its spheres are death, destruction, chaos, mutation and reality warping.
Plane Nihili (Void Glass in its solid form) - The Fifth and final state of Alom, with the most Al and the least Om. It is the ouroboros of the cycle of the five states, tying the end and beginning together, like the void which comes after death and before life. As such, it is thought to be better classified as Alom's "zeroth" state, as it quite literally does not exist. Its spheres are entropy, erasure, the void and the enigmatic.
NEW MATERIALS
Simulacrium: This material similates timelines and timetrees, under different laws of physics. The simulacrium is modified by timeline shenanigans, like time tree chopping and metamesonium. Modifying simulacrium slightly changes similar simulacrium, and can be used to potentially create things in other simulacrium chunks
Holidays were the only time of year Sam took a break, having implanted a TADpole five years ago in order to travel to other universes without a ship, successfully. During the SCP foundation Christmas ball, she left her laboratory. According to the invitation, the party will be held in the main entrance of the recreational center near the Christmas tree. Despite the causual nature of the dinner party everyone were all dressed for a white tie party in expensive tuxedos. The dress she wore was thick silk and moved like water as she pulled it free and held it against her.
A man with a jeweled ruby amulet made a loud commotion. With a sip of her wine, watching her over the rim of the cup with an amused expression, she smirked. They threw the man out of the convention center. How curious, she thought A clown who ruins the fun.
When she exited the Christmas party, the man was attempting to break in through a very small basement window. He heard her approach and shot a over the shoulder glance.
"Don’t push your luck.”
"Come to stop me?"the man would drop from the wall he was climbing and said,"Here we are get ready to rumble, bitch!"
On further inspection, It became apperent that the man was missing his pants. The realization made Sam want to laugh and cringe at the same time.
"What is the point of this conversation?”
"For me to get aggressive!"
Sam raised a brow,"Why?"
"I forgot, actually"
There was an awkward pause, as if searching for words to clarify her statement, during this Dr. Bright took notice of his missing garment."Shit, uh…"he looked around frantically for his missing pants,"Let's pretend you didn't see anything, capishe?"
"Why are you trying to go in?"asks Sam hugging her self from the cold air, it was 11:47 pm, far to late in her oppinion to be out side talking to a lunatic,"You know your not permitted to attend such events."
"Do I know you?"
"Heavens no. Not personally. But your amulet is a dead giveaway. How's your evening going? Dr. Bright?"
"Damn, I thought I could get away with more stuff if I clung to a person who didn't know who I was."
"As if that would happen; there isn't a single person here that doesn't know who you are."Says Sam checking her bra for her phone," But I really don't care about that even in the slightest.”
Jack frowned, and he couldn't tell if she were more disappointed or relieved at that news.
As he was deep in thought Jack came up with something,"Are you as bored as I am?"
"Deeply."
"Want to go somewhere different? Somewhere fun?"
Sam raised an intrigued brow,"I'm listening…"
"Then follow me!"
Against her better judgment, Sam followed the man with the ruby amulet. Into a car they went. For two hours they drove until they reached a Yellowstone national park top secret Site. After they sneak past several security checkpoints, she couldn't help but wonder what was so important to be so guarded to render their clearance level useless. They sneak quietly around the perimeter without confrontation. A giant floating thorn hummed as it vibrated the air all about.
"What the hell am I looking at?"
"The thoooorn! I don't know what it is, or what it does, but it's top secret as fuck."
Snif Sniff. It has a scent could this thing be made of… Simulacrium
"No. I know exactly what this thing does. It used to be a big flower that can reset the universe, or in reality simulate the reality where there are minor differences, like some people will have different relationships, the one who activates it will stay untouched, as it simulates only their perceived reality, and go to the next universe."
Bright scratched his head,"How exactly do you know that?"
"Because, I've traveled to universes affected by its use — these idiots have no idea what they are doing, Now that the parallel universes have been combined it will cause a major Crystalline shift!"
"Mmm hm. Okay what is that?"
Pacing about Sam gave Bright a full lecture, "When all of reality within those universes become incomprehensible darkness where no sapient being has any power to fully understand their world. Results include those within the universe believing they are fighting the great unknown when they are actually fueling it… It's a deadly cycle… "
Bright rubbed chin,” Sounds like it sucks.” He watched her get out her phone and hit speed dial,”Who are you calling?”
"My assistant. I want her to know where I am in case I return," she said, flipping open her phone."Ming?…yes… a yellow universe… I will contact you if I need be.”
“So? What's the plan?”
“None of your business. I’ll handle this myself.”
“C’mon! Don’t be like that! Your part of the foundation” said bright, "We’re in this together!”
“Stop talking about it like it’s family. I know you're deeply traumatized but do not let that interfere with your work!”
Bright gave a long, noisy sigh and turned, "I guess so, but still, don’t think you can do this on your own.”
“Watch me.”
In another universe…
The shuttle landed on the planet’s frozen, rocky surface near the mountains. To avoid detection by sensors, they landed two miles away from the mars facility would be in their universe.
Ever since they entered this Mars atmosphere, Bright was lighter, like he lost half of his weight. As he put his helmet on, the hatch opened, and the squad stepped outside. Since the atmosphere was thin with carbon dioxide, they had to wear helmets to breathe safely.
A cold wave swept over the Courier, and he shivered in response. His armor made him warm, like a coat, but it was still cold. Massive clouds covered the red sky, making everything darker. Since the gravity here was lower, Gears wanted to jump and find out how high he could go, but that would make him look foolish.
No one spoke as they walked by a series of mountains, which was formed from dry ice. Only silence greeted them, except for the wind groaning and the heavy breathing among the group as they climbed up the mountain. While it unsettled the Courier, he guessed it was better than encountering something hostile. Thankfully, their armor protected their fingers from getting burned by the dry ice, since they were at very low temperatures.
However very suddenly there was a bright flash, the ground shook and the squad spotted a large facility at the bottom of the mountain that had appeared before their very eyes.
"Well then," said Kain, "That wasn't there before."
At this elevation, he saw several entrances to the central facility. Some led to the hangars much like ones at the abandoned factory but were all locked. The few ventilation shafts were too small for them to fit through. What caught his eye was the sheer number of security cameras. Clusters of them hung at the corners, covering every approach.
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