Bleep's Onyx Proposal - Threads of Fate

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⚠️ **Content warning:** This article contains trigger warnings for the following items:

* Depictions of Physical Abuse
* Depictions of Genocide and Ethnic Cleansing
* Depictions of Emotional Abuse
* Depictions of Mental Abuse
* Depictions of Medical Abuse and Neglect
* Implied Human Trafficking
* References to mythological events which depict sexual assault
* Depictions of Transphobia
* Depictions of Homophobia
* Depictions of Misogyny
* Depictions of Institutional Abuse

**Total Length Including Footnotes and Captions:** 88500 Words.
**Total Length Excluding Footnotes and Captions:** 86000 Words.
**Total Length Excluding All Formatting Elements, footnotes, captions, etc.:** 82000 words
**Reading Time:** 5 hours and 22 minutes.

**Recommended Listening:** 

**Overall Theme:** [https://youtu.be/9e4rT-RxypM?list=RDim5tc4fcg5w Abyss Escape – Hollow Knight Silksong]

**Character themes:** 

**Onyx/The Seeress:**
* [https://youtu.be/9zz5X1uwKcM?list=RD9zz5X1uwKcM Light and Shadow – League of Legends]
* [https://youtu.be/_Hl3W4HB254?list=RD_Hl3W4HB254 Simple and Clean - Utada Hikaru]
* [https://youtu.be/im5tc4fcg5w?list=RD_Hl3W4HB254 Sanctuary - Utada Hikaru]
* [https://youtu.be/p86icWXs0CQ?list=RD_Hl3W4HB254 Answers – Final Fantasy XIV]
[[collapsible show="SPOILERS:DO NOT VIEW UNTIL YOU’VE FINISHED"]]
[https://youtu.be/fSzpkgeotB8?list=RDfSzpkgeotB8 Cassandra – Thomas Bergersen]
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* [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QZzDNyV5WnY Cheerleader – Porter Robinson Orchestral Version]
* [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lcsTh9xZDBo Is There Really No Happiness? – Porter Robinson Orchestral Version]
* [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fSzpkgeotB8 In Another World – Ejae]
* [https://youtu.be/5oWyMakvQew?list=RD5oWyMakvQew Dreams - Fleetwood Mac]

**Ella:** 
[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TScXEvvjw-w Is This Really What Love Means?]

**Edvard:** 
[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gUEw5jvbR8k We Write Our Destiny]

**Madeline Light:** 
[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZAMxgkuRZ3A Get Your Wish – Porter Robinson Orchestral]

**Tilda Moose:**
[https://youtu.be/MPfzi6Ju2EU?list=RDMPfzi6Ju2EU Our Destiny – Thomas Bergersen]

**The Mither (Creation):** [https://youtu.be/8SmNwEeP4iM?list=RD8SmNwEeP4iM Awakening – Hollow Knight Silksong]

**The Hlérsyngva/Finnfolk:**
[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l2cmsDGOiBU&pp=0gcJCdkKAYcqIYzv We Go With the Sky – How to Train Your Dragon]
[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dDIWP6YhJEM Colgera Theophany Remix – Legend of Zelda Tears of the Kingdom]

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The fate of your world, of our reality, rests on my shoulders. 

I cannot shirk this burden, no matter what accosts me. 

Regardless of warnings, the future doesn't scare me at all. 

No matter what may come, I will walk on. 

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**-SCP-001**
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[[# anchor-conprocs]]
**Special Containment Procedures:** Personnel interacting with SCP-001 directly must adhere to the following guidelines:

* When addressing SCP-001, it is to be referred to as “Seeress” at all times unless otherwise instructed. 
* Professionalism is expected in all interactions. 
* Movements in SCP-001’s presence must be slow and methodical. 
* Disciplinary measures to ensure SCP-001’s continued anomalous activity are unnecessary and actively detrimental. 
* Suggestions of punitive measures for undesired outcomes or inaccessible results are unacceptable. 
* Verbal abuse, threats, and acts of physical violence towards SCP-001 are also unacceptable. 
* Attempting to force SCP-001 to exert prescience without electronic assistance is //also// unacceptable.  

Failure to follow any of the above guidelines will result in revocation of access to the Silicon Nornir, SCP-001, and referral to the Ethics Committee for disciplinary review regardless of seniority, office, or internal standing. 

[[include component:image-block name= https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/Die_Nornen_Urd%252C_Werdanda%252C_Skuld%252C_unter_der_Welteiche_Yggdrasil_by_Ludwig_Burger.webp|align=right|caption=The Norns.]]

Utilization of SCP-001’s anomalous capabilities for all relevant purposes are restricted to Department Heads, Site Directors, the Ethics Committee, and the O5 Council unless explicit permission was received one year in advance. SCP-001, the Nornir, and Eurtec are remanded under O5-07’s domains of operation at this time. 

Researchers interested in conducting projects and initiatives involving SCP-001 are required to submit applications to join MTF Omega-77 as part of the broader Department of Prescience and Predictive Sciences. 

In the interest of maintaining the techno-thaumaturgic Nornir Cult and the Silicon Nornir’s Foresight Matrix Array’s operation, SCP-001 has been granted level-5 humanoid anomaly privileges. Level-5 privileges have continued since 1970 when the Foundation assumed operational command and control of Special Anomalous Free Port-03 (Eurtec) following the collapse of the GOC. These privileges are as follows: 

* A private residence within the greater city of Eurtec, free of active monitoring and/or containment measures in recognition of excellent behavior. 
* Freedom of mobility throughout Eurtec without armed escort. 
* Access to leisure activities upon request and within reason. 
* Disability accommodations for blindness. 
* Remote and direct access to monitored personal electronic equipment capable of interfacing with the Nornir Foresight Matrix Arrays at all times.
* Access to artistic and creative materials for Trojan Events where personal electronics are insufficient. 
* Approval for extra-Eurtec excursions accompanied by field and combat trained elements of MTF Omega-77 (“Fortune Tellers”) submitted with six months advanced notice.[[footnote]]Currently unused following SCP-001’s emotional and mental breakdown at Mount Helicon on May 5th, 2009.[[/footnote]]

The organizational structure[[footnote]] Including the Speaker and Priests tasked with helping interpret SCP-001’s anomalous capabilities.[[/footnote]] of the Silicon Nornir at the time of its absorption by the Foundation consisted of SCP-001 and what is now MTF Omega-77.[[footnote]]The larger organizational body of priests, technicians, and corporate workers who built and maintain the overall Nornir Complex.[[/footnote]] It is in the best interest of SCP-001’s anomalous capacities to continue to maintain this social structure.  

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**Description:** SCP-001 is both a single Class IX [[footnote]]Seer Goddess.[[/footnote]] humanoid prescient anomaly and a Class VIII [[footnote]]Goddess.[[/footnote]] reality-altering entity. The techno-thaumaturgic Nornir Cult believes SCP-001 to be the last surviving member of the Norns or Nornir.[[footnote]]Norse goddesses who control destiny.[[/footnote]] It is referred to by the Cult of the Nornir as “The Last Norn,” “The Seeress on High,” “Destiny’s Fingers,” or “Name Unspoken.” SCP-001 presents as a 1.79-meter-tall woman believed to be of Mediterranean descent which appears to be in its early thirties, with this appearance remaining in perpetuity due to its functional immortality. Notable bodily features include a utilitarian block-needle tattoo on its left arm reading “4444” and blindness.

SCP-001’s anomalous properties involve the onset of prescient “visions” which frequently occur at all times of the day, regardless of its stage of consciousness. It describes its abilities as “uncontrolled sight”, referred to as “Trojan Events”[[footnote]]In reference to Cassandra of Troy. Multiple names were put forward by research personnel and the Cult of the Nornir, but SCP-001 failed to react to all but the one chosen.[[/footnote]] by research personnel. These events consist of possible past, present, or future events of varying magnitudes and importance. Trojan Events are normally random, unfocused, and often undirected, though some specificity arises from contact with specific triggering items, topics, or words. Use of the Nornir Foresight Matrix Arrays (NFMA) [[footnote]]The triple skyscrapers and large complex at the center of Eurtec, where the skyscrapers serve as massive thaumaturgic computing cores.[[/footnote]] or exerted prescience can focus SCP-001’s capacities, but it prefers to avoid exerted prescience.

Continuous efforts are ongoing to maintain, replace, and increase the number of empathetic individuals with strong moral direction working with SCP-001 in order to improve its predictive capacity. 

Despite having been in Foundation remand for more than half a century, personal details regarding SCP-001 are sparse to nonexistent. Its true given name, if it has one, remains undisclosed.


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**Foreword:** The following excerpts are from summary reports and personal logs obtained from Global Occult Coalition archives concerning the Allied Occult Initiative’s efforts in the liberation of Obskuracorps Occult Facilities in Norway following the end of World War II.
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On 12th May 1945, four days after the capitulation of German-Armed forces within Norway to the Allied Military Mission sent to Oslo, the Allied Occult Initiative's and Interim Norwegian government were notified of a major subterranean Obskuracorps facility at Hegra Fortress refusing to surrender. Its small garrison had been complimented by the assimilation of a much larger local German garrison from Trondheim, both of which were refusing to acknowledge General Bohme’s capitulation order. 

[[include component:image-block name=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/500px-Hegra_festning_02.webp|width=300px|align=right|caption=Entrance of Hegra Fortress.]]

As a component force of Operation Doomsday, the 1st and 2nd British Thaumic Corps, the 32nd American Thaumic Battalion, and the 4th Norwegian Thaumic Division were deployed to Trondheim via troop transport with orders to capture the facility and any anomalous research or tech contained within.  As Hegra Fortress’s fortifications were extensive, with 300 meters of tunnels and halls, 75 mm and 105 mm half-turrets, and multiple field guns, prior to its capture by German forces in 1940, the AOI detached additional support in the form of ground artillery detachments of the US Third Army. Close air support from nearby Royal Navy and US Naval carriers were on standby to assist for softening up surface targets. 

Additional aerial reconnaissance efforts revealed the presence of elemental gun emplacements, and several unidentified esoteric and ontological thaumic weapons emplacements. This resulted in additional commitment of nearby Allied forces. 

At 0600 hours on May 14th, 1945, the perimeter regions in the forests around Hegra Fortress were scouted for enemy activity before Allied forces encircled the stronghold and began preparations for assault. Signs of occult ritual were present in substantial quantities, but no active effects were immediately detected. A messenger was sent to the fortress with a small scouting party to assess enemy strength, fortifications, and deliver a final capitulation demand from joint German and Allied command. 

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**Oral transcription of Dillon Hopkins, Courier 2nd British Thaumic Corps**

Will be hard to forget this day. It was a bloody steep hill, forest was thick, and quite a bit of chill in the air. Still a bit of snow on the ground, and signs of recent jerry foot tracks. Command’s reports said there were supposed to be only 1500 garrisoned in the fortress, but there were 3500 jerries missing from the Trondheim garrison, SS type that refused to demob and brass hats thought they ended up there in that hilltop. 

Was full of stew meself when we started climbing the hill, not a grand flat stroll through the garden that either. Making matters worse, was surrounded by a few jocks, yanks, and good old chaps whispering and glowing with all sorts of magic. Certainly pulled the lottery. 

We saw the walls long fore we saw any of their stags, like they had skyvied off and abandoned all patrols. Squaddies knew something was up soon as I did. It was quiet-- not the kind of normal quiet you expect in a forest with chittering birds, crunching branches, and underbrush. Dead silence, coulda heard a branch crack miles abreast. Laid down in the brush, all of us, and waited, listening. 

Front gate was dead ahead, could see some of the turrets and fireposts up on the higher ridge of the fort. No movement, no officers shouting orders, no metallic dings and pings of ammo being moved around. Nothing. Not even the chirp of spring birds.

Hairs started standing up on my arms. 

Lieutenant makes a few hand motions next to me, next thing I know we’re trekking around the edges checking for movement, sound, any signs of life. 

Still nothing. We backtrack and they get the bright idea, these barmy yanks, for me to just walk up and announce myself. So, what’s a lad supposed to do, risk his life or risk jankers. Well, I’m bloody daft, aren’t I? 

So, I waltzed on up to the gate, ready to bolt at the first sound of a loading gun. I had the flag raised, as if that would do much good against Obskurakorps or bloody SS. I shouted—hells, I don’t remember what I said, the usual drivel of message for such and such commanding officer of such and such in the fortress of Hegra. 

Nothing. Now it was bad enough the silence in the forest, but right next to the gate like that after shouting? Well, my every instinct was bloody well screaming to duck and run. 

Being the bright lad I was, I instead waited a minute or two. Tried again. Then I knocked on the door, and it opened. Slammed open. There was this sudden breeze whipping at my back. What was inside? Well, it wasn’t the gen any of us were expecting. Maybe a hundred, two hundred squareheads, rifles, tools, boxes haphazardly scattered on the ground at their feet. 

I almost relieved myself, frozen and watching. They swayed back and forth as if to some unheard marching drums. Closest ones I could make out? Their pupils were just huge and unfocused. Nobody home. I take a step inside starting to call out to them with message raised—

It was like—it’s hard to describe and it was so instant that I didn’t know something had happened till after. 

I was home and yet, not home. In a familiar space, no idea how I had gotten there, full of memory of what could have been before, what might have been. None of where I was or how I got there. 

I belonged in that place; the interior was like an abode that could have been or might have been. I was nothing but a young’un again in a thousand thousand different bodies both my own and yet not. There sitting at the dinner table with a spoon full of sweets in my mouth, sometimes not, sometimes elsewhere. It was like witnessing yer whole life spiraling out before you in ways it could have gone, might have gone, did go. The endless tree of possibilities of life, Yggdrasil or some such. Years flowing by in an endless river of maddening possibilities. 

And then all of  a sudden there were stars raging against a hostile void above gently rolling hills flush with green grass. Grand stone walls tore the ground, a palace of gold and gems and sprawling marble columns. Flame. Everything burning, screams echoing in the night, a colossal horse of timber backlit by the infernos. 

Then I was awake in the woods and that was it. 

Tis the scariest sort of para-weapon, the magic kind you don’t know you’re in the middle of until it’s done with’ya. Worse, it was malfunctioning.

At least, I think it was.


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At 1000 hours, the scouting party reported a large-scale thaumic effect had encapsulated the entirety of Hegra Fortress and its garrison, rendering them incapacitated but the fortress unenterable. 

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Careful review of regional power grid records revealed a massive utilization spike in the days leading up to the task force’s arrival. Suspecting malfunctioning experimental thaumic-tech, power was abruptly cut to the fortress at which time observation parties reported the simultaneous collapse of Obskurakorps and SS garrisons. 

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**Oral transcription of Sullivan Morrow, American 32nd Thaumic Battalion**

Coming into the fortress was something else. All these men on the ground, equipment and paper and boxes scattered everywhere. Like they had all dropped on the spot for bunk fatigue. We’ve seen a lot of weird shit with Obskurakorps’ experiments gone awry over the years, but this was by far the largest. 

It got to the point that we ran out of rope to secure them all after we cleared the courtyard, had to start using spare bootstrings. 

Command’s first priority in the stacks was a soiree in spooning up the fortifications underground. Standard stuff, blocky concrete hallways and dirt tunnels, except littered with SS on magic shutters and all this thaum-tech pulsing with light in the dim incandescent bulbs. You’d almost figure it was a normal Obskurakorps’ base. 

Our first indication this wasn’t the case, was at the bottom of a dugout shaft. We stumbled on the doors at the bottom of a widened-out tunnel, thick metal surrounded by poured concrete with all sorts of thick wires running into huge holes. They weren’t even trying to hide it either. No illusions or rune traps like in France. Weren’t on the blueprints at all, which is standard fare for Obskurakorps, but I wasn’t about to head in there with three greens and a handful of M1’s. 

So, I sent a runner up topside. He came back with orders to hold position, so I guess they weren’t the only doors. Or they were just checking to be safe so we could bottle up whatever was inside. 

10-15 later, I get a bunch of old files and peep sights sent down with some harried looking mages scrounging around in their packs for scrolls and components. Told I’m leading breach, and that’s about when we figured this was where the Obskurakorps’ raunchy shit was going to be. 

So, we all pull out our enchanted frog-stickers, glow charms, good ammo and start thinking up Mother McCrea’s for if we make it out of the meat wagon. 

Through those doors was not a bunker. 

It was a Nazi palace. 

The floor was carpeted red and gold, antique wood shelves and benches lining the walls. There were these opulent paintings on the wall, Van Gogh’s and many other artists I didn’t recognize but surely must have been famous. 

We started clearing rooms, finding shelves of books, stages with half-finished rituals, storerooms with gold and precious gem encrusted furniture and jewelry. 

Multiple rooms with desks and filing cabinets thrown open, fires burning in drums with comatose Obskurakorps at their feet. One of our translators read out what he could recover.  Detailed lists of dates, changing numbers. Took us awhile to figure out they were stock market trends and values from New York.

Why the hell were Obskurakorps in the middle of the Norwegian wilderness tracking American stocks? It wasn’t the only thing either. Dates and times and locations. Major battles during the war, typed up and dated years in advance of them happening. 

What were they doing here?

Couldn’t get bogged down with it when the whole place was still throbbing with magic. 

We went down a floor, frog-stickers primed and a scatter gun at the front. 

Second floor, the hallways were still luxurious, but the instincts were off, and my hair was stood on end. 

One of our sergeants kicked open a door and there was this grisly scene. Bone and blood and guts in a circle of runes. Awful stench of decay and sulfur hit us like charging Shermans and made us all gag. 

Human ritual sacrifice. We just stood there for a bit staring and gagging. Frozen at the horror of it all. 

Deeper in the halls we crawled, the worse it got. More and more taboo rituals, thaumic exchanges in blood and organs. Twisted necromantic horrors scattered across diagrams and glass sealed rooms. Typical for Obskurakorps, but never any less stomach twisting. I’ll be seeing it in my nightmares for ages. 

Well, the whole time we’re walking, this Norwegian lad, Eddie, who was our translator, he’d been looking over the documents we’d managed to salvage. Wasn’t much more than torn and singed scraps really, at least I thought at first. Well, he stops us near the descent to what must have been the last floor and tells me “Sir, these are predictions. Forecasts of the future. But half of them are wrong. I think that’s what they were doing. Trying to predict the future.” 

These sick Nazi fucks were sacrificing people, probably locals or Jews, to what? 

Get rich? 

Control the outcome of the war? 

//Control fate//? 

Monsters. The mundanity of it all was shocking. 

I’m just reliving the camps in Southern Germany all over again. How fucking scared they must have been in the final moments before these devils stole their last breaths.  I hope whatever these Nazi fucks saw in their last moments, before their occultic abomination went wrong, was horrifying. Almost glad I wasn’t able to stop Richard and Mike from slitting the comatose bastards’ throats. 

I thought we were getting pretty close to what I figured was the entry point for the lowest floor, but we had been going for awhile and still hadn’t found it. That’s when somewhere off behind us to the right, there was an explosion, and the whole bunker shook. Shouting, and this blood curdling scream. Didn’t last long but sounded like another party from another angle. 

Did they set off a trap? 

Accidentally finish a ritual? 

Unleash some monstrosity?

Command never told us. 

So, there I am, leading a bunch of vets, vets who still looked like kids, straight into the abyssal unknown. We start down these stairs, swallowed one by one by the hungry dark with not a damn clue what was at the bottom. They were steep, harsh compared to the gentle, small slopes of the first two flights of stairs between the upper floors. We go slow and careful; jumping at every noise. 

What sort of nightmare was on the bottom floor of this palace of horror? 

We came down those stairs into a big square room. Barren, utilitarian, no hint of luxury as our flashlights barely cut the dark. If there were lights or backup lights, they’d been fried in the initial power surge. Quiet other than a pair of double doors on the far wall which were swinging slightly in and out while squeaking. Just our breaths, the scent of wet dirt, mold and those incessant squeaks.

There were twelve of us, and we lined up on the walls either side of the doors. I give Sergeant Richt hand signals: flash grenade, max thaumi-lumiter charm to rub salt in the wound after the flash bang, then breach and clear. Counted down: 

Three. 

Two. 

One. 

Grenade pin popped, door opened, in it went. It bounced good, Richt had a supernatural ability for that. 

The next few seconds were utter chaos. 

The grenade went off; we surged in and fanned out. 

Everyone was shouting, English and German, “Get down, drop your weapons!”

It was such a mess of dancing lights and people yelling that I couldn’t hear myself think or see beyond the strobing lights and shadows casting monsters dancing on the walls.

Then, all our charms go out, like someone blew on a lit candle. Dink, dink, dink, this little metallic noise.

Chatter, confusion. 

Then, one by one the flashlights crack and burn out until only mine is left. Pop, pop, pop.

Everyone shuts up real fast.

My flashlight beam was illuminating a large blocky machine on the far wall. There were a few chairs there, Obskurakorps officers with what almost looked like sonar headphones on. They were slumped over onto some sort of slanted metal desk with mechanical buttons and gauges. Blood trickling on the console from their noses, dripping down on the floor. Only sound other than the buzz of the flashlight and the breath of my men was a continuous “plop plop plop.” Some were closer than others. 

I traced the flashlight beam up. This machine was huge. It stretched to the ceiling of the room, and there were hundreds of tubes and wires coming out of it which stood out against the white-grey of the concrete ceiling. Everyone was still quiet. I could feel’em edging back towards the door. 

Not me though. I needed to get to the bottom of what was going on. I followed some of the wires, tracking them across the ceiling until they hit a sort of disc in the middle of the central support beam. Coming down from that disc in this peculiar scaffolding, the tubes kept on winding and curling. 

Someone called my name, but it was like I was caught in a tide that was calling out to my very essence. Magic, maybe? Nah, I think something else. What was so damn important to them that they refused to surrender, built a whole concrete bunker down here and were predicting the future.

I certainly found out. 

My flashlight traced down of its own accord. There, maybe a few feet in front of us, was a sight that still makes me sick to my stomach. 

A woman. Or well, sort of. Still not really sure. 

There was… I’ll hold my tongue out of respect. 

Let’s just say she was a woman. 

She was half slumped in a kneel, dozens of tubes and wires embedded in skin across her body. Blood, there was a lot of blood dripping from gaping raw wounds around the contact points. The palms had fat tubes coming out of the center, others at the forearms, elbows, shoulders, all coordinating to keep her arms suspended above her head. 

It was something straight out of a moving picture horror. 

She was rail thin. The skin was sallow and sunken. Ribs visible through the tattered rags that barely clung to her shoulders. Her head was shaved bald too. 

I stood there in the dark, stomach churning. Couldn’t tear my eyes off her. She had these recent welts, old scars, new bruises all over. Surgical marks everywhere, some raw and fresh. I’d seen enough of the Germans to know what that meant. She’d been tortured or beaten, maybe constantly but definitely recently. Maybe they’d even taken flesh out of her? Maybe that’s what they were sacrificing…

On the left forearm, block tattoo numbers like photos we’d seen from the Soviet liberation of Polish camps. I felt rage. Hot fury crawling up my neck. I wanted to beat someone, wanted to drag one of those bastards from an upper floor and force them to wake up and see what they’d done. Watch her while we broke every one of the bastard’s limbs. 

No time for that, still needed to extract and report back. 

Thought she might be dead. She was so still and there was so much blood. 

Was about to turn around and tell one of the younger guys to book it back topside.

Then, she moved her head, looking up slowly. Past me. Hazel eyes, faded and dull and washed out. 

She was blind. 

Blind and looking into nothing. 

No, looking straight at Eddie, or through him with those sightless eyes.  

Don’t know how long she stared, how long we sat there frozen as she gazed through our translator. It felt like an eternal stalemate where neither side knew what the other was going to do.

She opened her mouth, and this rattling gasp of air came out that shook her whole body. I raised my weapon on instinct. Just in case she was about to try to vaporize us all with some sort of spell. In the clearest, most authoritative voice she spoke so loudly that it rattled in my bones. 

No, not spoke, she commanded. 

“Cut them out. Cut them all out.” 

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At 1607 on May 14th, a messenger from one of the advanced exploratory expeditions returned to the surface and notified operational command of the discovery of Potential Threat Entity-001 (PTE-001)[[footnote]]The AOI and GOC designation for Occultic Entities which have not yet been properly evaluated by threat assessment and may be actively or passively dangerous to baseline reality and the Veil.[[/footnote]] “Oracle of the End”. A detachment of field surgeons was deployed into the fortress at which point PTE-001 was extracted from an eigenmachine of unknown purpose. Both surgical personnel and the exploratory expedition reported initial healing of the entity’s wounds at an abnormally rapid pace once extracted from the eigenmachine.

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**Addendum 2:**

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PTE-001 was extracted from Hegra Fortress to Trondheim. It was then extracted by air to Oslo under heavy guard to receive intensive medical care, prepare the entity for interrogation to determine the extent of its anomalous properties and begin its Threat Assessment.[[footnote]]A GOC process by which occultic entities were assessed for hostility, the ability to threaten the Veil and baseline reality, the feasibility of liquidation and/or the ability to cooperate with the Coalition.[[/footnote]] During transport, the entity did not communicate with AOI personnel but was still cooperative. 

Before the determination council could interrogate PTE-001, a petition from a registered, member corpo-religious organization, the Cult of the Nornir, was submitted to block extradition and full threat designation. 

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**Concerned Member Organization:** Cult of the Nornir. 

**Filing Member:** Edvard Hägglund (4th Norwegian Thaumic Division, Speaker), Ella Haugen (CEO, Speaker). 

**Purpose:** Avoidance of Threat Assignment and Liquidation Protocols.

**Entity Concerned:** PTE-001 “Oracle of the End”

**Asset Condition:** Severe malnutrition and injury from long term abuse. 

**Argument Against Assessment:** PTE-001 represents a protected person as laid out by coalition guidelines for post-war liquidation activity signed at the Malta Conference of 1945. She is a Type-Black[[footnote]]AOI and GOC terminology indicating an entity is a god or similar classification.[[/footnote]] entity of substantial cultural, thaumaturgic, [[footnote]]Meaning related to the practical application of ‘magic’. In this instance, practical integration of magic into technology.[[/footnote]] thaumatological[[footnote]]Meaning related to the theory of ‘magic’.[[/footnote]] and historical significance to Norse traditions and beliefs in religious and mythological contexts. Based on observed contextual evidence from Obskurakorps activity, we of the Nornir are certain that PTE-001 is a Norn, the last surviving Norn. This certainty has arisen from her predictive capacities, which the Obskurakorps obviously took advantage of with new experimental thaumic-technology that enabled them to hijack PTE-001’s divine properties to facilitate their attempts to manipulate material wealth outcomes and the strategic and tactical course of the war with the Allies and the AOC. 

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This conclusion is further supported by the fact that on the 12th of July 1940, Obskurakorps forces of Hegra Fortress utilized thaumic rituals to disrupt the divine mists in the deep mountains near the Swedish border to access the roots of Yggdrasil and the Well of Urd in a pocket space. Resistance forces attempted to intervene but failed with massive casualties. Obskurakorps mages stormed the Hall of the Norns and killed all but PTE-001, whom they captured for inhuman and cruel purposes. When resistance units recreated the access avenues, the hall was destroyed, and the roots of Yggdrasil were partially burned. At this point, the Cult of the Nornir was unable to track or locate our namesake until PTE-001 was rediscovered in Hegra Fortress on the 14th of May this year.

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It is clear PTE-001 has been tortured and subjected to extreme dehumanizing conditions at the hands of the Nazi Obskurakorps. She must be allowed the dignity and grace to recover in a place and context of significant worship and compassion. 

Beyond PTE-001’s significance to our organization, she is culturally important to the religious and mythological history of the Norwegian, Danish, Icelandic, Faroese and Swedish peoples. She represents one of the final remaining mythological links to the spiritual traditions of our ancestors. She likely possesses intimate knowledge of mythological and cultural underpinnings which defined the day-to-day lives of our ancient predecessors. Her loss would impair our peoples’ ability to fully repair the damage done to the Norse peoples by Christian syncretization, putting the full body of our history, and any potentially beneficial anomalous locations or relics, forever out of our reach. 

In addition to cultural, historical, and mythological significance, PTE-001 could prove to be an economic, political, and strategic boon for the AOC. Her passive and extorted predictions while in German captivity led to the substantial personal enrichment of Nazi officials. In volume, they utilized her predictive capacity to alter troop movements, as well as offensive and defensive thrusts to increase their successes. The Obskurakorps ultimately failed due to the biases of German High Command in interpretation of her words.   

**In summary:** If treated with the care and reverence she deserves, we believe that PTE-001 will be a transformative asset to the growth of the AOI and the elimination of future hostile threats to humanity. We therefore petition the larger governing council and the Threat Assessment Committee to return PTE-001 to the Cult of the Nornir with obvious stipulations for oversight. 

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**Petition Issues:** Obskurakorps records on PTE-001’s origins were fragmented and heavily damaged, providing little coherent insight or corroboration to the Cult’s assertions. Scouring of broader German records indicate it was transported from processing points in Southeast Europe to a concentration camp, at which point it was identified and moved from the same concentration camp where it had been documented as Roma. PTE-001’s appearance is more suggestive of Mediterranean origin, though the possibility of it escaping capture and fleeing south does not rule out a potentially contentious Vanir origin and the possibility of shapeshifting. 

The Cult was notified of these factors in the official AOI response. The subsequent counter-response was insistent that the Norns have many potential origins and shapes, sometimes disguising themselves as foreign divinities or mortals to avoid scrutiny. Furthermore, the Cult suggested that the Nornir are shy and prefer to be undisturbed by mortal petitioners and even the Aesir. The Cult suggested that PTE-001’s appearance may in fact be evidence of this avoidance tactic, thereby suggesting she may have disguised herself as a member of the Moirai[[footnote]]The Fates, sister goddesses with similar purposes to the Norn in Greek myth.[[/footnote]] or another blind prescient entity, such as Tiresias, when she initially escaped Obskurakorps capture.  

Despite the Cult’s assertions, the fact remains that the majority of documentation recovered from Hegra Fortress are of divination, prophetic overtures, and predictions for events of financial, political, and strategic concern that either did not occur or were incorrect. Given the difficult-to-confirm nature of prescience, these miscast fortunes, and the unclear history of the entity, the logical presumptions of the Cult of the Nornir’s petition cannot be properly validated or rejected at the time of this evaluation. 

Given PTE-001’s state at the time of submission, confirmation of the Cult’s arguments are impossible until the entity has recovered sufficiently. The Cult of the Nornir was informed of this fact and were insistent that its recovery would be accelerated in their care. This request was denied in light of the severity of its condition and will continue to be denied until proof of its beneficial nature can be demonstrated. Contrary to the Cult’s protests, this is a safeguard measure put in place after interference from member organizations with threat entities in the Burma theater. 

In the intervening period, AOI technicians have assessed the eigenmachine discovered in Hegra Fortress and determined that it was designed for invasive insertion into PTE-001 and has been tuned to its biothaumic signature. Efforts will promptly begin to deconstruct the device for further study.  

Following the initial petition response, and the official founding of the GOC in tandem with the United Nations, the Cult of the Nornir submitted a second petition reasserting PTE-001’s significance. They subsequently suggested a future project proposal submission for the creation of a large-scale predictive matrix to enhance PTE-001’s unconfirmed properties. 

The Cult of the Nornir were reminded that only one open petition per member organization per entity was allowed at a time. 
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**Addendum 3: Four Month Medical Evaluation** 

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On September 14th, 1945, after four months in a secluded ward of Oslo University Hospital under heavy observation, AOI medical staff were required to provide an up-to-date medical evaluation of PTE-001 for record keeping purposes as a prelude to beneficial asset assessment in order to resolve the Cult of the Nornir’s pending petition. 

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**Patient Name:** Unknown

**Patient Identifier:** ████████-████

**Admittance Date:** May 17th, 1945. 

**Height:** 1.79 meters

**Weight at Admittance:** 36.3 kg

**Current Weight:** 72.5 kg

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**Condition Upon Admittance:** Patient arrived in Oslo on the 15th of May, 1945 by air transport in critical condition. She was in and out of consciousness, relatively unresponsive to initial cognitive assessments on landing. Skin was pale and clammy. Patient had sustained lacerations to more than 45% of her body, including deep surgical gashes which exposed bone and nervous tissue. Said wounds had been hastily stitched up with field-grade, surgical sutures which were insufficient for long term healing. Multiple fractures and complete bone breaks were present in limbs and torso. Patient was regularly coughing up and excreting blood, indicating severe internal bleeding and trauma. She was severely underweight and suffering from catastrophic malnutrition. Initial prognosis was poor and admitting nurses and physicians were extremely skeptical about short term survival. 

**Physical Description:** Patient is an unusually tall female individual with strong Mediterranean,[[footnote]]Particularly of Anatolian ethnic association with defining features including a hooked nose.[[/footnote]] features and moderately tanned skin. There were initially some questions raised about sex identity due to the presence of certain anatomical features, but otherwise, is anatomically and mentally a woman in her thirties.[[footnote]]**Medical Reporter’s Post-Facto Note:** Assertion of Divine status by third parties may explain deviation in typical anatomy. Obskurakorps bio-thaumic-engineering cannot be ruled out.[[/footnote]] Was initially bald upon admission. With proper nutrition, hair has shifted to brown with natural red highlights. Patient’s eyes are hazel with strong sunburst affectations that are washed out. Patient was admitted with substantial scarring across large parts of the torso and limbs. Other identifying features include a natural halo around her skin, producing a glowing effect noticeable in dimly lit or dark environments. Patient has not shapeshifted during residence. 

**Medical History:** Familial history is unknown. Subject is completely blind in both eyes as measured by ophthalmometer, ophthalmoscope, retinoscope, and tonometer. Complete lack of response in the pupils to light stimulation. Hallmarks of congenital disease. When pressed about familial history, she was non-responsive. She has supernatural wound-healing capacities; minor lacerations and bruises disappeared within minutes after beginning to receive proper nutrition. Major lacerations, broken bones and torn ligaments healed within days. Several wounds of a mortal nature resolved in under two weeks, including severe internal trauma and bleeding. Within three months all scar tissue was healed and no longer visible or detectable. She remains prone to occasional nose-bleeds, vomiting fits, and seizures.

**Mental State:** Patient is currently responsive and aware of mealtimes and day/night cycles. Initially, patient communicated through tapping simple pattern responses to indicate a need to use the restroom, when she was experiencing pain or when she was hungry. Exemplifies frequent cravings for milk mixed with chocolate powder. Positive responses and emotional engagement with nurses and physicians that are gentle during examinations, bring her chocolate milk, sweets, or savory foods. She has demonstrated some capacity for speech, using simple words to get staff attention, but only when its apparent tapping is not working. Strong fear response to guards in uniform. Mentally and socially presents as a woman. According to American psychologists attending to patient, subject may be a sexual deviant and should be monitored closely.

During attempts by medical personnel to encourage social engagement, we encountered persistent non-responsiveness and silence even when provided aforementioned items. Some signs present that the patient actively ignores staff. She either refuses to engage with or doesn’t understand attempts to administer cognitive tests and intelligence quota measurements. May be suffering pronounced delusions about gender and sex. Combined with a tendency to descend into dissociative episodes mid action, sudden onsets of aggressive behavior, emotional instability, rapid descent into screaming and even weeping, it’s highly likely that the patient is afflicted with a form of insanity or hysteria and is likely an invalid incapable of taking care of herself. Whether this state has come about because of her time in German captivity or was present beforehand, is not clear. 

**Supporting Incidents:** This list is nonexhaustive but exemplary of many individual incidents across PTE-001’s time in GOC medical care.

**Incident 1:** Nurse Oglethorpe attempted to engage patient in conversation, addressing her by her number identifier. Patient became visibly agitated and pressed her hands over her ears. Oglethorpe continued to attempt to get the patient’s attention using her number identifier. Patient descended into hysterics and had to be sedated. 

**Incident 2:** Dr. Burnhart attempted to engage the patient in an intelligence quota examination. Patient was handed several tactile puzzles built specifically for the blind. Patient’s nose began to bleed less than a minute into the test; her hands visibly began to shake. After several minutes of verbal encouragement, patient began weeping, and threw pieces of the puzzle indiscriminately, seemingly without provocation, striking a nurse and Dr. Burnhart. Patient had to be sedated.

**Incident 3:** Patient was given a glass of chocolate milk in the hopes that this gesture would make her more cooperative for cognitive testing. Dr. Gearing administered the exam given previous positive responses by the subject. Initially subject was responsive and engaging with the opening test of fitting objects through shaped holes. The exam broke down when she abruptly dropped an irregularly shaped pyramidal object and clutched her head while rocking back and forth. Dr. Gearing attempted to deescalate what appeared to be the onset of an episode when the patient began convulsing, screaming, and then devolved into projectile vomiting. Patient was only able to be sedated after several nurses and doctors managed to crawl to her bed after repeatedly slipping and falling in pools of vomit. The room had to be cleaned and sterilized. Patient refused to engage with the test further after she awakened.

**Incident 4:** Nurse Hesteul, one of the subject’s favored staff, left her a large amount of chocolate after a particularly difficult series of attempted tests and engagements. At some point in-between the nurse’s departure and the arrival of the attending physician, another nurse overheard two physicians and a nurse discussing the patient with little discretion for their proximity to her room. Dr. Lugen, the attending physician, arrived five minutes later and found the patient curled into a ball in a melted puddle of chocolate and other unidentified fluids. The walls of the room were smeared with chocolate lettered text reading “I am not insane. I want to go home. I want my [Unintelligible]. STOP CALLING ME INSANE. I’M NOT A MAN. I’M NOT MAD.” 

Despite the patient’s full physical recovery, we have retained her in the critical isolation wards. It is our opinion as physicians that the patient should be moved to an asylum where she can be closely monitored and kept away from normal society for the good of her health.

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AOI medical staff forwarded the evaluation report to the Threat Assessment Committee. The Committee, initially, did not review the report or forward it to interested parties due to ongoing post-war spikes in threat assessment volume. It was another two weeks before the Committee returned to the matter. 

On September 28th, 1945, the report was finally reviewed and forwarded to all parties of interest. 

Both the contents of the report and its delay prompted immediate outrage. The Cult of the Nornir submitted multiple rights violation reports and medical misconduct petitions. They pointed to a number of precedents and historical cases[[footnote]]Including but not limited to Cassandra of Troy, the Oracles at Delphi, Nostradamus, Joan of Arc, Abraham Lincon, Isaac Newton, Albert Einstein, etc.[[/footnote]] of PTE-001’s physiological responses and behavior being consistent with common manifestations of prescience, precognition and sight affliction. They asserted that the constant attempts to get the entity to engage socially, participate in cognition tests and measure its intelligence were demeaning, humiliating and degrading. The Cult argued that the liberal use of sedation employed by AOI medical staff exacerbated the entity’s state of elevated distress.

After reviewing both the cited cases and PTE-001’s medical documentation, the AOI Rights Oversight Body partially agreed with the Cult of the Nornir on the front that the entity was exhibiting emotional and physiological hallmarks of prescience. The Body disagreed with the notion that the patient’s rights were being abused or that there was ongoing medical misconduct, given the available conduct reflected best practices of standard care at the time. 

The Rights Oversight Body instructed both medical personnel and the Threat Assessment Committees that PTE-001 must be granted immediate relief. This should come in the form of a delegation from the Cult of the Nornir being allowed 24-hour access to it to ensure treatment was conducive to the best care for individuals with precognition. At the same time, the Cult of the Nornir was denied the ability to move PTE-001 to a facility under their care.  

The Threat Assessment Committee acquiesced to these requirements but reasserted that proper assessment was still needed to evaluate the entity’s anomalous properties. They also asserted that medical case history and historical precedent alone was insufficient to meet the burden of proof required for determination of prescience.

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**Addendum 4: Removal of SCP-001 From GOC Medical Care**

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**Summary:** The following is a comprehensive report consisting of firsthand oral testimonies from ‘speakers’ of the Cult of the Nornir and select AOI medical personnel in regard to the treatment of PTE-001 prior to the arrival of the Cult of the Nornir at Oslo University Hospital on September 29th, 1945, and the observed instances of abuse and neglect discovered in the following weeks. 
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**Evidence of Mistreatment and Neglect:** 

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On September 29th, 1945, the Cult of the Nornir’s delegation arrived in Oslo and was checked into a local hotel for the duration of their observation period. Speaker Edvard Hägglund,[[footnote]]The child of Norwegian immigrants in America who voluntarily repatriated themselves for religious and cultural purposes in the early 1930s.[[/footnote]] who was present for the discovery and liberation of PTE-001 from Obskurakorps control, took a streetcar to Oslo University Hospital to make an initial assessment of PTE-001’s condition and establish a baseline for her current treatment. Reports have been translated from Norwegian for ease of reading, potentially removing period and region specific contextual language intricacies and terminology. 

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**Internal Firsthand Observation Report 1:** Edvard Hägglund, September 29th, 1945. 

My arrival at Oslo University Hospital was unremarkable and yet remarkably unwelcome in the eyes of AOI medical staff. The coalition had commandeered a substantial section of the Hospital in the days following capitulation and moved many patients suffering from anomalous or Obskurakorps thaumic afflictions to our mostly untouched capital. It’s my understanding that the Americans, as strange as it is to speak of the people of my country of birth as such, are airlifting pacific combatants suffering from Japanese thaumic weapons to European AOI wards due to their vastly more informed experiences.  

I cannot blame medical staff for resenting the presence of an eccentric occultist from an obscure member organization in their halls. The horrors and afflictions they must have seen struck upon soldiers by men described like me in my tunics, cloaks and glowing runes must have been many. Yet the look from the secretary could have boiled ice. 

I presented my badge and stated my purpose, and, well, that too did not improve things. I almost missed her little sneer of disgust as I was checking my bags. She pointed towards a pair of double doors and said:


 “No magic while you’re here. If the staff suspect you’re trying, you’ll be thrown out in the snow.” 

With that pleasant introduction out of the way, I entered the wards proper. It was cramped, smelled of sweat, ash, ozone, and blood. Dozens of people on cots lining the hallways. They were clearly overwhelmed with long-term cases of thaumic injury, or worse. 

The building was a maze of hallways and stairwells, some of which did not sensibly connect to others in places they should. I suspect there were some spatial magics being used to expand this wing of the hospital. 

It’s what I would do.

The medical staff I encountered were friendly enough until they saw me in full. Their shift to borderline hostile in cold, short, and severe exchanges was sharp and dramatic. In their eyes, I might as well have been Obskurakorps. 

It took the better part of half an hour to find the critical isolation wards. I asked a nurse at a service desk in the area after the Seeress, and they pointed me down a side corridor. They then gave me a room number after a quite brief grimace. 

She came out from behind the desk and gave me her name, Moen. Nurse Moen had to unlock the door of the room they were keeping The High Seeress in, apologizing to me the whole way. My first thought was ‘why is her door locked?’ 

She answered that in short order.

“The patient can’t be allowed to wander the halls, she tried to make an escape attempt a few weeks ago, so we’ve been monitoring her closely since.”

My expectations were already low given the rather pronounced anti-occult disposition of the medical personnel, but nothing could have prepared me for what I found within.

Dried and half-chipped orange vomit flakes clung to the tile floors on the edges of the room. The walls were stained with brown lettering of dried chocolate and something else. Small pools of dark standing liquid in one corner of unspeakable content. The smell was terrible; I had to use the collar of my tunic just to breathe. It was immediately clear that thorough cleaning and sterilization had absolutely not occurred like the reports said. In fact, it seemed after the last incident they had had a janitor come in, mop up the vomit, at best maybe do some light scrubbing of the walls. Then they’d locked the Seeress inside.

Then there was Name Unspoken. 

She huddled in one corner of the room, shaking violently. She was staring in the general direction of the doorway in which I and the nurse stood. The room wasn’t large, so I could see her clearly. Dried blood polluted her nostrils and upper lip. She wore a torn and fraying hospital gown that hadn’t been washed or changed in weeks. The bed towards the right side of the room was stained red and yellow and brown, the sheets having apparently never been changed or put through laundry. She was filthy, caked in dust, oily grime, and what might be dried chocolate or something else. There was dried food, vomit, and matted blood clumping in her hair. 

I stood there for a long moment in utter disbelief and disgust. 

How could this happen? 

How could anyone let a fellow human wallow in filth to this degree for Mimir knows how long?

In a fit of fury, I grabbed the wrist of Nurse Moen and pulled her out into the hallway. She protested but cowered beneath the anger in my eyes. 

I raised my voice: 

“How long has she been locked in there?” 

“Not more than a week. I think.”

“You think? //You think?// Did you look in there and see that room, see her? When was she last bathed? When were her sheets last changed? Her gown? Are you even fucking feeding her?”

“I-I-I don’t know. There’s so much going on, so many other patients and--” 

I shook her, cutting off her excuses. 

“You expect me to believe this? That you have unintentionally neglected a patient of high importance for weeks? That not a single person has bothered to make a note of how squalid that room is and do something about it?” 

I released her and stood there glowering at her. She stood awkwardly, shoulders slumped, rubbing her wrist, and avoiding my gaze. 

“Go get me fresh bedding, fresh gowns and get someone to give her a proper bath.” I paused, considering how they might actually manage to make a mess of that as well. 

“No, actually, don’t on that last one. It’s clear that none of you can be trusted to treat a patient with the dignity she deserves.” 

She stood there, frozen like an elk caught in a spotlight. 

“I didn’t know.” 

“Hel’s frigid winds you didn’t. Let me see your other patients, right now.” 

For a moment she seemed torn by my dual instructions, unsure which to tackle first. Eventually she sheepishly shuffled over to another door and opened it. Room to room we walked through, and I looked over the other patients. I would never violate medical privacy like this normally, but if this was systemic, I had to know. There were signs of neglect, bedsores, some poor hygiene events, just enough for plausible deniability of being overwhelmed. 

But nothing, nothing like with the Seeress. 

“This is unconscionable.”

“I didn’t know,” she repeated. 

“It’s your responsibility to know! Where’s the nearest payphone?”

She pointed down the hall, not far away. 

“Good, now, you had better go and get the linens and everything we’ll need to bathe her before I start making calls that will end your career.” 

She scurried off mumbling “I didn’t know.” 

I closed the door of the room, and immediately made for the payphone, refusing to give them time to cover up this unconscionable abuse. 

Ella picked up the phone after two rings, once the operator and hotel desk put me through. Initially, I had been against her making the trip with us, so she could stay atop any bureaucratic wrinkles the Threat Assessment Council might throw our way. Now, I was quite relieved she was along. I did not want to be the decision maker for what came next. I was already considering burning every bridge. 

“This is Ella?” 

“Ella, it’s Edvard. The situation is far worse than we anticipated. Bring everyone, the cameras and hurry. I am going to keep them from covering it up.” 

“Be there within the hour.” The phone clicked and I hung up heading back to the room. 

By then, Moen had returned pushing a fresh cot, sheets, and a stack of gowns. Her haul of fresh garments had drawn the attention of a few other nurses who were trailing at a slight distance. They saw me and, well, the looks on their faces said everything I needed to know about who was responsible for this.

I commanded Moen to wait in the hallway. I then stepped into the room; after grabbing the clipboard and its chart out of its metal holder next to the door. The Seeress was still huddled in the corner. She shrunk further into it upon the hinges of the door squeaking. 

I approached slowly, shielding my nose from the stench with a washcloth I’d snatched from Moen’s cot. Before I could reach her there was a dramatic change in her body language; her spine straightening up. 

“Child of the Silicon Cult, I know your steps,” she said aloud, her voice nearly a boom that filled the whole room. 

It caught me off-guard, stopping me in my tracks. 

It wasn’t hard to see she was caught in the throes of destiny. 

“You were there, in the abyss.” 

“Nameless One, you must forgive me for us meeting like this again. Did they tell you we were coming?” I kneeled next to her; taking in the whole of her grime covered shape. 

A simple shake of her head and then in a tiny soft voice she spoke. 

“I have been alone with the ticking hours in the rise and fall of the autumn sun for ten turns. Only the clink of metal food trays with expired bread, undercooked chicken and cold greens of souring taste have cleaved the abyss and with great inconsistency. Each time with the prick of a sharpened point with the roughness of a bull in a porcelain vault.” 

She rolled up a sleeve of the tattered gown to reveal the red welts on her skin, already fading. 

“Always followed by the dulled, listless senses robbed of dreams and consciousness. They think me mad for bouts of commandment by the threads of fate and sight ever spiraling in the midst of tasks triggering flights of history and future unwound.” 

She shivered and drooped, purple bags under sightless eyes and she looked, for a moment, three or four times her age. It was as if all the weight of what she had seen caught up to her. 

“I saw your coming, but you came far later than hoped. Later than I had prayed.” 

I felt a sharp pang in my chest. The Last Norn looked up past me with hope and deep sadness in those sunburst eyes. 

I knew that this indignity could not go unanswered. 

There would be Hel to pay. 

There had to be. 

“We are here now. Your clergy and speakers are on the way, and we are going to make sure this can’t happen again. Just need to wait a little longer while I go meet them, then we will get you cleaned up and moved to better accommodations.”  

I began to stand again, feeling as though I should ask her many more questions. Soon everything would be made clear. She grabbed my wrist before I could fully stand and move back to the door. It was then I saw the liquid trickling down her leg, pooling at her feet as she wallowed in it. There were open sores on the underside of her legs, from the floor or from the rotten bedding, wasn’t sure. This was an older room and there was no bathroom attached like in the newer wards. 

They had locked her in here, forgotten her for more than a week except for meals, where she couldn’t access a bathroom. Couldn’t bathe or clean herself. 

“Please do not leave me alone with them,” her voice shook like the earth when artillery shells were screaming from the sky. 

I sat back down next to her. 

“Okay. I won’t go anywhere.” 
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Following the initial assessment of PTE-001’s condition by Speaker Edvard, the Cult of the Nornir’s entourage arrived at Oslo University Hospital and proceeded to document the abysmally unsanitary conditions of its room, the lack of clean clothing and bedding, and the profound neglect of regular bathing and other hygienic practices. Photos have been redacted from this more accessible document due to the extreme nature of their contents. They are available to higher clearance personnel upon request. 

PTE-001 was taken by Ella Haugen to a room in a different ward with more modern accommodations, including a private bath. Several nurses attempted to stop the entourage from removing the Seeress from her current quarters. They were ignored or instructed to move out of the way by members of the Cult entourage. 

Further interference occurred while Speaker Ella was hand-bathing PTE-001. A physician entered the room and then the private bath, invading the patient’s privacy and yelling at Speaker Ella. He asserted that she had no authority to move a patient and interfere with ongoing treatment. Speaker Edvard overheard the commotion and entered the room to escort Dr. Fisker out, at which time he was informed of the full context of the situation.[[footnote]]Dr. Fisker did not have contact with PTE-001 prior to this incident and was misinformed by an unknown party from the Critical Isolation Ward who convinced him that a patient’s treatment was being interfered with.[[/footnote]]  Dr. Fisker was appalled. He approved the room transfer as a temporary measure to allow the Cult to secure movement of PTE-001 from the hospital into monitored, organizational care. 

While this was occurring, PTE-001’s chart and schedule were reviewed by other members of the entourage. It became clear that the Seeress was scheduled for three meals daily, was supposed to be visited by a physician at least once a day, bathed every other day, have bathroom visits logged, and be allowed recreational and monitored socialization. In the prior two weeks, she instead had only 22 meals logged, compared to the required 42. No baths or bathroom visits were logged. She also had not been seen by a physician in eleven days and had not been granted recreational time in weeks. 

Photo evidence was developed in a dark room studio on the other side of Oslo. 

At this time, the Cult identified ten nurses who were assigned to the ward and three regular physicians. Nurse Moen, Nurse Hesteul, and Dr. Lugen approached the entourage when it became clear that there was ongoing investigation. Members of the Cult entourage were shown patients in other rooms within the ward confirming that PTE-001’s situation was unique. They then gave individual testimony on the behavior of other nurses. 


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**Nurse Hesteul**

A few of us were here when the patient was initially brought in for treatment, but not all the nurses reviewed her reasons for entry. It’s very clear in her chart that she was bald at the time because she had been in Obskurakorps imprisonment and was so malnourished that her hair had all fallen out. But I never saw Oglethorpe, Nieminen or Hilda look at her chart other than to skim details at the beginning. They saw the shaved head, that she was a special condition patient, had some anatomic abnormalities and just ran with rumors and conclusions that she was a collaborator or some sort of voluntary Nazi occultic experiment.

They were rough with her, grabbed her arms hard here and here. I walked in on them verbally belittling the poor woman for needing to use the restroom or asking for pain medication. The ward was so busy that we were all swamped taking care of patients that we started rotating between them less frequently. 

When I had her, I’d bring her sweets or chocolate milk when she asked, but when I tried to change her sheets or bring her clothes, a situation would start up elsewhere in Oglethorpe, Nieminen or Hilda’s patients and they’d need help. I’d have to go running. By the time that was done, I was exhausted, or my shift was ending, and I never got back around to her. I thought the nurses on the next shift change would attend to her. 

Half the time I had her, when I came into the room she was sedated, or barely awake like she’d been drugged. When she was awake, she was sharp and aware, but quiet and withdrawn. About a month before now, she started becoming very scared whenever I’d walk in before she heard my voice. 

I tried to report it, write up what was happening, but nothing ever came down from it. Then I stopped getting her on my schedule altogether. I didn’t think about it much till now, but it seems deliberate. 
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**Nurse Moen**

I rotated into the ward about two weeks ago. She was a patient and room on the list, but I never got her. Oglethorpe pulled me aside after asking a few of the other nurses and one of the doctors about her. Said she was a volatile patient, insane, suffering from hysteria, and delusions. She said that the more experienced nurses were assigned to handle her until she was transferred to a mental facility. Shouldn’t worry about her. Well, Hilda is the senior charge nurse, and she handles all the schedules and makes sure everything gets logged. 

About two weeks ago I started noticing her room was getting fewer logged visits for her normal schedule. I thought we were just packed, and Hilda was forgetting to log it. Then I also started noticing noises coming from that room. Banging on the door, weeping, screaming. I started to get concerned and asked Oglethorpe about it. She just said that the patient was having an episode and that she’d take care of it. She’d go walk off, find Hilda or Nieminen, then go in there with a tray of food and it would stop. 

I noticed a small discrepancy in our medication inventory a few days ago. We’d gone through more sedatives than we should have, but I didn’t think much of it until today. I’m just horrified. This is not what we’re about. 
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**Dr. Lugen**

 PTE-001 was an odd patient. 50% of the time she was cooperative, alert, and highly aware. The rest of the time, it was like she was living in an entirely different world and registered nothing else. Magic and the occult are disturbing, especially after what I’ve seen it do to people. But she never seemed like one of those. 

I’d dare to say she was in good spirits after she got here, and her progress was incredible. Her recovery was astounding in the first month she was here, mentally and physically. But then about a month in, she started declining. She was having episodes of aggressive behavior, shouting, weeping. She started withdrawing from me socially during evaluations and tests. Had pronounced nose bleeds, vomiting, and these really vivid disconnects from reality. 

I caught Oglethorpe and Hilda in the hallways several times, talking about her in a way that I would see the Germans talk about Jews or the French and English talk about the Roma. Subhuman, unstable, insane and suffering from hysteria. Obsessed with the anatomic abnormality. They insisted she had to be a man despite everything else suggesting otherwise.

They were very insistent she was a drain on hospital resources. Sometimes it was right outside the patient’s door. I reprimanded them and they stopped doing it, but they probably just moved it elsewhere or continued when I wasn’t around. PTE-001’s condition just kept getting worse from there and I should have put the pieces together. But there were so many patients, and then I stopped getting her during rounds. I didn’t realize until today that none of us had her on our rounds and it had been that way for nearly two weeks. 

I thought they had moved her to an asylum after we wrote up her medical summary. 

I was wrong. 

[[/div]]

Deeming current circumstances to be unacceptable, Ella Haugen arranged, with the help of Dr. Lugen and Dr. Fisker, for PTE-001 to be immediately discharged and placed in the Cult of the Nornir’s monitored care on September 30th, 1945. Complaint petitions of medical abuse, medical neglect, and rights violations were submitted with the AOI Threat Assessment Committee, the Rights Oversight Body, and the AOI Medical Corps. The Cult’s entourage remained in Oslo for another month while awaiting higher body decisions. 

In the face of overwhelming evidence, on October 23rd, 1945, the Rights Oversight Body found that PTE-001 had been subject to both medical abuse and neglect. They demanded explanations and investigations from both the Threat Assessment Committee and the Medical Corps. The Rights Oversight Body then officialized the transfer of PTE-001 into custody of the Cult of the Nornir with oversight from the Threat Assessment Committee. 

Due to the formation of the United Nations and the subsequent large-scale structural overhaul resulting in the formation of the GOC, explanations from the Threat Assessment Committee and Medical Corps were never submitted. No substantial investigations were ever conducted, and implicated medical personnel were either transferred or reassigned to different departments within Oslo University Hospital.

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**Addendum 5: Beneficial Asset Assessment BAA-001**
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**Entity of Concern:** PTE-001

**Stated Beneficial Capacity:** Precognition/Prescience

**Evaluating Body:** Threat Assessment Committee

**Organizer:** Colonel S. Bowe of Pentagram

**Sponsoring Organization:** Cult of the Nornir

**Foreword:** On December 25th , 1945, a little less than two months after PTE-001’s transfer to the Cult of the Nornir’s care, the sponsoring organization filed a Beneficial Properties Assessment motion asserting that the entity of interest had recovered sufficiently and was ready for proper assessment and assignment of a Beneficial Entity designation. [[footnote]]The GOC’s designation for occultic entities which either cooperate directly with the GOC, provide active or passive benefits to GOC operations, or have a generally positive effect on baseline reality and the Veil.[[/footnote]] The Committee reviewed the documentation, approved it and set an evaluation date for January 2nd, 1946. The following document is a composite of PTE-001’s interrogation by the Committee, its predictions, and the subsequent outcomes of said predictions. 

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<**Begin Audio Log**> 

//The recording takes place in a meeting chamber with a raised dais containing twelve seats and a single table for the assessment council at the back of the room. The GOC logo is on the wall behind them. The assessment council, with the exception of Colonel S. Bowe, are anonymized by thaumaturgic shadows. In the middle of the room, is a table with seven seats which are occupied by PTE-001 and the Cult of the Nornir delegation. Behind them are multiple rows of empty courtroom-style pews. People talking at a low volume can be heard.//

//PTE-001 is in a simple dress. It is silent but visibly nervous. It is holding a 2-meter-tall staff in one hand that leans against the table. It is wood gilded and coated with gold and silver. The top has been shaped into a lyre and is encrusted with precious gems. The staff was recovered from Hegra Fortress shortly after PTE-001’s discovery where it was confiscated by the Cult of the Nornir as a religious artifact.// 

//A gavel bangs close to one of the microphones, and the low chatter in the room ceases.//

**Colonel Bowe:** This first meeting of the GOC Threat Assessment Committee will be brought to order.

//A brief pause of silence.//

**Colonel Bowe:** Very good. 

[Extraneous material regarding GOC standard protocol and introductions removed for brevity.]

**Colonel Bowe:** The stated purpose of this motion is to evaluate threat entities for beneficial characteristics that can be used to aid the GOC’s greater mission of identifying and removing threats to mundane humankind. As this is the first such evaluation we are executing under the GOC charter, the Threat Assessment Committee has come to agreement that we will also be doing a Threat Evaluation in addition to the previously submitted motion. 

//Speaker Ella stands, pointing at Bowe.//

**Speaker Ella:** This is outrageous! You cann—

**Colonel Bowe:** Silence! The Cult of the Nornir are here as observers. You may interject only when called upon to do so or if the subject is visibly incapable of doing so themselves. This is not a court of law; this is a tribunal to evaluate a //threat// to humanity and will be treated as such. Further outbursts will result in your removal. 

//Several seconds of shuffling papers.//

**Colonel Bowe:** Now then, it is clear in the last year that PTE-001 has been subject to exorbitant circumstances. To ensure that our assessment is as accurate and fair as possible, PTE-001 do you feel able to be evaluated properly through a Threat and Beneficial Assessment today?

//PTE-001 flinches and sags in its chair. It speaks, but the words are unintelligible.//

**Unnamed Committee Member:** Please speak into the microphone PTE-001. 

//A shaky breath is picked up by the microphone. PTE-001 speaks softly with a tremble in its voice.//

**PTE-001:** Yes, I am lucid and capable of presenting myself before this strange gathering of self-proclaimed judges, jury and executioners.

//Several seconds of whispers.//

//Speaker Edvard places his hand on PTE-001’s shoulder. Colonel Bowe is smiling.// 

**Colonel Bowe:** You understand that at this time, your sponsors within the Cult of the Nornir are asserting that you are the last living Norn, shaper of men’s fates, and keeper of the record of all lives?

**PTE-001:** Yes.

**Colonel Bowe:** Good, with these basic understandings out of the way, let’s begin. The assessment will be split into two parts. First, we will begin with questions to examine the entity’s history, especially in the context of this claim that she’s a Norn. In the second portion, we will examine any prescient occult abilities the entity might possess. All responses will be monitored with detection thaumaturgy which will tell us if PTE-001 is attempting to deceive the Committee or not. Any deception will be heavily weighted in assessment outcomes. 

//PTE-001 looks down at the table to avoid eye contact with Colonel Bowe. Its hands continue to shake.//

**Colonel Bowe:** PTE-001, what was your occupation prior to your internment with the Obskurakorps?

//PTE-001 visibly flinches again and grips the staff tighter. Speaker Edvard and Speaker Ella briefly look at each other. When it speaks its voice has a pronounced tremor.//

**PTE-001:** An old hermit staring at the sky and endless swirls of stars and beauty. 

//PTE-001’s voice breaks and it pauses. Heavy breaths can be heard on the microphone. Speaker Ella says something to it that is not picked up by the microphone. The entity’s shaking lessens.//

**PTE-001:** Lost in the threads of time and remembrance in an ancient place of forest and streams yet untouched by modern machinations. In simpler terms, I was a blind hermit living in mountain woods. Sometimes a fortune teller for young lovers and small children who came up to my cabin from the villages. It depended on the person who stepped into my abode. 

//Colonel Bowe looks down at the papers on the podium and stops smiling.//

**Colonel Bowe:** So, would you say you were a part of an occultic organization prior to your capture? 

//PTE-001 tilts its head. Now when it speaks it is less shaky than previously.//

**PTE-001:** No. Such things have not been appealing to me for a very long time.

**Colonel Bowe:** Strange, one would think a Norn as you are claimed to be, would be associated with a coven of sisters. Is this not the case?

//PTE-001 is still for several seconds before slowly tilting its head.//

**PTE-001:** I was with a coven of sisters of many natures, of fate, of thread and weave of man’s inspiration and make and yet not all the same. Tied and bound to the strands of destiny in ways both our own and yet not. 

**Colonel Bowe:** So, you were with the Norns? Why did you tell the committee you weren’t with an Occultic Organization?

**PTE-001:** They went by many names, but they were never a structured hierarchy of grand sprawl as mortals weave in modern days. 

//Colonel Bowe pinches the bridge of his nose.// 

**Colonel Bowe:** I’m certain that both my peers on the Committee and the Cult of the Nornir are aware that the Norns are very well characterized as beautiful women. If you would all please turn in your folders to the medical documentation, and read the report submitted by the staff at Oslo University Hospital.

//Several minutes of pages rustling and silence as all parties read the indicated documents. Cult of the Nornir representatives become visibly agitated.//

**Colonel Bowe:** Now, I don’t think anyone in this room will contest that PTE-001 is certainly beautiful. However; here in this medical report it indicates that PTE-001 possesses atypical anatomical features inconsistent with a woman. In other more direct terms, PTE-001 has male genitalia. Are you, in fact, a man, PTE-001? 

//PTE-001 sways in place and hunches its shoulders. Its voice becomes shaky again.//

**PTE-001:** No, I’m a woman.

**Colonel Bowe:** Even with the anatomic abnormality you possess? Don’t you think it’s a little odd? Just about all the perfect features, except for this one part. Maybe you’re ashamed of what they did to you? Maybe you’re a deviant, or maybe you’ve been struck with hysteria. 

//PTE-001 places one hand on the back of its neck. Its head is tilted down and its voice cracks when it speaks.//

**PTE-001:** No! I— 

**Speaker Ella:** I must object! How can you sit here and lecture us on what shape the divine might take? How can you know that they don’t take whichever forms they wish, no matter how strange they may seem? 

**Colonel Bowe:** That’s precisely my point, Speaker Ella. How can we know that the Norns, or any of the divine, will take the shapes we expect? Wouldn’t that open the door for our enemies? Or worse, open the doors for the very things we seek to prevent from destroying humanity to slip in? Would that not allow them to mime the very shapes we put our highest faith in? 

**Speaker Ella:** This is beyond the realm of speculative! How is any of this relevant and not discriminatory?! 

**Colonel Bowe:** It could be relevant if he’s the result of some twisted Nazi engineering. An imperfect Nazi weapon to topple us from the inside. Too late to save them, but just in time to sow chaos. Or maybe he's a member of the Serpent’s Hand? Or maybe he's some otherworldly anomalous force looking to ingratiate and plant himself in our midst to bring about the GOCs end. An imperfect infiltrator. Maybe he’s a shapeshifter desperate for attention who got lucky on some predictions. A shapeshifter that molded himself into what he thinks a Norn would look like to prevent being gassed and burnt to death by Nazis. A very good liar, but an imperfect imitator. Imperfect in all ways because he can’t remove the deepest truth about himself.

//PTE-001 flinches and then sits motionless.//

**Colonel Bowe:** Can you shapeshift PTE-001? 

**PTE-001:** N-n-no. I--I don't know. 

**Colonel Bowe:** See! Even he doesn't know if he can! Why don't you try, right now, for all of us? 

//One minute passes in silence with all parties looking at PTE-001. Nothing happens. PTE-001’s face is pale.//

**PTE-001:** I can't.

**Colonel Bowe:** You can't, or you won't? Won't because it will result in your immediate liquidation!?

//One of the Committee Members bangs their gavel as the room erupts into shouts.//

**Unnamed Committee Member:** That’s enough! Quiet, all of you or I will have you removed. Colonel, this has veered into the realm of thinly veiled speculative fiction. Keep your questions focused on the evidence we have. 

**Colonel Bowe:** I’m simply addressing what the whole Committee was thinking about him. But I think I’ve hammered home my point enough, let’s move on.

//Colonel Bowe shuffles a stack of papers for several seconds.//

**Colonel Bowe:** PTE-001, How old would you say you are? 

//PTE-001 spends several seconds staring at the table. It rocks backwards and forwards in the seat. Colonel Bowe repeats the question. PTE-001 sits up straight and speaks in an abruptly raised voice, slamming the butt of the staff against the ground. Multiple members of the Cult’s delegation and the Committee jump or flinch. Several guards shift closer to the Committee.//

**PTE-001:** Too old. Old enough to remember the world aflame, the sky torn asunder with bleeding light, and the great battle drums hammering against a raging sea. Older than I should be, should have ever been, younger than I will be when the sky fills with the lights of a place and time reborn. When the thunder of creation shall begin its ascent once more to the hateful stars.

//PTE-001 sags back down in its chair, shaking vigorously. Several seconds of whispered silence.//  

**PTE-001:** I am old. Very old. 

//Several more seconds of silence. Colonel Bowe taps a pen on the podium.// 

**Colonel Bowe:** Can you give us an exact age?

//PTE-001 shakes its head. It begins rocking back and forth again.//

**Colonel Bowe:** Please state your response into the microphone, PTE-001.

**PTE-001:** No.

**Colonel Bowe:** Moving on then. Obskurakorps records are few and far between when it comes to you, PTE-001. You were mistaken for a [Slur Removed][[footnote]]The slur in context is a term used for Romani.[[/footnote]]?

//PTE-001 places one hand on the side of her head, staring down at the table. It shakes for several seconds before answering.//

**PTE-001:** Yes. 

**Colonel Bowe:** Was that the real reason they took you to the concentration camps? Or was it because you’re actually a deluded, shapeshifting transvestite?

//PTE-001 breathes heavily into the microphone.//

**PTE-001:** No it wasn’—it was because they believed me Romani.  I’ve seen what they did, again and again. So many lost to gas, bodies rendered ash and hastily buried in the ground. Children screaming for their mothers, families pulled apart, men shot and beaten and lost to time and reason. 

//PTE-001 breaks down into heavy sobs. A brief thirty-minute intermission occurs at the Cult of the Nornir’s request. Upon returning, PTE-001 is more composed. When the Committee reenters, Colonel Bowe’s face is red and he is frowning.// 

**Unnamed Committee Member:** For the record, before we resume, let’s hold a moment of silence for all those lost to Nazi cruelty. 

//One minute of silence.//

**Colonel Bowe:** These questions might be difficult for you, but we must ask them. Where did the Obskurakorps capture you?

//PTE-001 starts and stops speaking several times.//

**PTE-001:** Outside a sacred place that cannot be spoken of to the whispers of the mortal world for they will drown its pools in blood and leave it barren. A fate repeating again and again and failed to be stopped. Always failed, always binding an innocent other to an arduous path. 

//Several seconds of whispers. PTE-001 breathes heavily into the microphone, releases its staff and rubs its face.//

**Unnamed Committee member:** She’s telling the truth, Bowe.

//Colonel Bowe’s frown deepens. He looks towards the Committee member, opens his mouth, closes it, and then looks back to PTE-001.//

**Colonel Bowe:** Can you give the Committee an exact location?

//PTE-001’s voice cracks.//

**PTE-001:** No.

//Colonel Bowe rubs his brow.//

**Colonel Bowe:** Even if we are already aware of the Well of Urd and the roots of Yggdrasil?

**PTE-001:** The answer would not change. 

//Colonel Bowe’s frown deepens. He looks down at his podium.// 

**Colonel Bowe:** You’re not exactly giving the Committee much trust in your willingness to cooperate, PTE-001. 

//PTE-001 does not respond. It has begun biting its bottom lip.// 

 **Colonel Bowe:** Here, I’ll throw you an easy question. What is your name? You should be able to answer at least that. 

//PTE-001’s head tilts up from the table and stares in the general direction of Colonel Bowe.//

**PTE-001:** Many different things to many people. She Who Saw the End, the Mad Storyteller, The Blind Wanderer, Bringer of Doom, Twister of Fate, Sister of the Damned. 

//Colonel Bowe clenches his fist against the podium with each additional title.//

**Colonel Bowe:** And what about your given name, the one you use to describe yourself? Surely you have one of those you can tell us? One of the Norn ones? Or maybe you had different names for yourself. Or is it Tiresias? An Oracle? One of the Moirai? Something surely?

//PTE-001 sits up and speaks louder with more confidence.//

**PTE-001:** A true name has power. Holds sway in the minds of those who seize it. It was spoken many times, long ago, but… now it is spoken only in history and whispers in games of fiction and myth. I prefer it that way. It’s better that way. It shouldn’t be spoken elsewhere, not to mortals like you, not to the masses who would wash in it. If you seek a title to properly refer to me, Seeress will do. 

//Colonel Bowe rubs the bridge of his nose.//

**Colonel Bowe:** I am asking you a simple fucking question. Either you give me a proper answer, or you don’t have one. //Who the fuck are you? What is your given name placed on you at birth?//

**Unnamed Committee Member:** Language, Colonel.

**PTE-001:** I cannot tell you that, because I have none that I recognize as mine in your eyes. You look for something that cannot be given to you. Something you wouldn’t believe if told. Only to a few who remain will it be believed. 

//Colonel Bowe throws his hands up and then bangs one fist on the podium.//

**Colonel Bowe:** How are we supposed to trust you when all you do is run in circles around us verbally with this cryptic speech?

**PTE-001:** Trust is earned. 

//Colonel Bowe growls. PTE-001 is sitting up straight, both hands holding the staff.//

**Colonel Bowe:** Who are those few who remain?

**PTE-001:** In time they shall reveal themselves to you without ever knowing their connections, yet against you they’ll remain until it ends in flame and red-lines. They will stand against your children and children’s children onwards everlasting. And you? Black dripping from your flesh, feathers fluttering in the air and screams. 

//Colonel Bowe sighs and holds his hands up in the air.//

**Colonel Bowe:** Well, this is getting nowhere. It seems he both knows everything yet knows nothing and can say nothing of worth at the same time. 

**PTE-001:** There is one thing I know of that I can speak about. 

**Colonel Bowe:** Enlighten us, please.

**PTE-001:** You are wearing a black tie, a blue navy jacket and straight legged pants that are slightly too large; bought when you were twenty pounds heavier. Your hair is gelled back and dyed to compensate for the grey spreading on your scalp. Your shoes are too tight. Most discomforting, your stomach is still aching from a particularly ancient sausage you had this morning. A deep longing insecurity burns in your belly for something you don’t understand. In another life, you may have seen it, your grandchild certainly will. 

//Several seconds of silence, followed by whispers and then light applause. Colonel Bowe stares at PTE-001. PTE-001 stares back.//

**Colonel Bowe:** How did you know all that?

**PTE-001:** I can see it in the way you’re squirming in that chair, obviously. 

**Colonel Bowe:** But you’re blind. 

**PTE-001:** Yes, thank you for explaining the joke. I can read it off the transcriber’s paper again if you like?

//General Bowe frowns and narrows his eyes while the rest of the room descends into several seconds of chuckling.//

//Colonel Bowe leans forward over the podium and speaks aggressively.//

**Colonel Bowe:** PTE-001, you were moved from a Nazi Concentration camp shortly after Obskurakorps discovered your self-claimed prophetic occultic properties. Were you ever an Obskurakorps collaborator?

//Several of the speakers make as if to stand or shout while baring teeth. They are stopped by other members of the delegation. PTE-001 flinches at the question. Its mouth is open, and it shrinks into the chair.//

**PTE-001:** No! I would sooner throw myself into the sea to be killed at the hands of a kraken. Those monsters did unspeakable things to me!

**Colonel Bowe:** But you did assist Obskurakorps forces with the use of your ‘claimed’ prophetic occultic properties, didn’t you? Did they promise you fulfillment for your sick and twisted sexual fantasies if you cooperated?

//PTE-001 begins rocking back and forth while shaking vigorously.//

**Speaker Ella:** I must object! Colonel, you have read the reports of the condition she was found in. It wasn’t assistance, it was coercion! 

**Colonel Bowe:** That’s precisely my point, Speaker Ella! PTE-001 claims he was coerced into providing assistance to the Obskurakorps and the Nazi regime. What’s stopping that from happening again in the hands of one of our enemies? 

**Speaker Ella:** Nothing right now, but if the GOC gives her adequate protection and lets us assist her in her divine duties with little interference, it should never be an issue. 

**Colonel Bowe:** But the possibility remains nonetheless, no?

//Speaker Ella hesitates for several seconds.//

**Speaker Ella:** We can’t completely rule it out. 

**Colonel Bowe:** What if he’s lying and we’re letting a wolf in sheep’s clothing through the door? 

//Speaker Ella hesitates again.//

**Speaker Ella:** She would have done an incredible job in fooling us all. 

**Colonel Bowe:** That’s what I thought. 

//Colonel Bowe turns right then left looking at the rest of the Committee.//

**Colonel Bowe:** My peers, the fact that this anomaly can be forced to assist another party means it is a threat, just one that isn’t active right now. At least while he remains under our thumb. But who’s to say how long that lasts? Who’s to say he won’t turn on us internally? Important thing to remember and develop countermeasures for. If it’s of any benefit to us, assuming its prophetic occultic properties are even real. But let’s face reality for a minute. The fact that //it// refuses to tell us its real name, its age, and where it even came from throws serious doubt on whether it is actually prescient or even a Norn. Furthermore, the fact that it is a he, and not a she, as so many of you seem to be defaulting to, is indicative to me that he cannot be a Norn. We have photos!  

//Colonel Bowe holds up medical photographs of PTE-001’s anatomy.//

**Colonel Bowe:** We must stop playing along with the mental derangement of this clearly, extremely ill man. He is in need of desperate assistance in an asylum for the anomalous where he cannot threaten our global mandate. And if that is not enough to stymy the potential threat, then liquidation is our only option. 

//Several seconds of raised voices and exchanges rendered unintelligible by the number of people speaking or shouting. A gavel is heard banging.//

**Unnamed Committee Member:** We will come to order! 

//All yelling stops as the gavel banging continues. An unidentified committee member speaks with a layered thaumic voice modulation.//

**Unidentified Committee Member:** Thank you, Colonel Bowe, for proselytizing on the nature of the entity. I’ll remind you that this isn’t a military court, it’s a committee tribunal.  This discussion is for the Committee to have behind closed doors, and you know this. And for the last time, stop dragging your frankly disgustingly primitive American perspective on women into official matters. 

//The unidentified committee member sighs for several seconds.//

**Unidentified Committee Member:** Now then. I’ll remind the Cult of the Nornir that this is a tribunal, and that we will not tolerate such outbursts again. I am not afraid of having you all dragged out of this room kicking and screaming. Please take your seats and let’s move forward to the second part of our assessment. 

//Colonel Bowe’s cheeks redden and he sits. Speaker Ella places a hand on PTE-001’s shoulder. The latter is still shaking and has its head in its hands.//

**Unnamed Committee Member:** Speaker Ella, does the entity require another short recess?

//Several minutes pass where Speaker Ella and Speaker Edvard are quietly whispering to PTE-001.//

//PTE-001 slowly sits up and removes its hands.//

**Speaker Ella:** The Seeress is ready to continue, Ma’am. 

//The Committee member nods their head.//

**Unnamed Committee Member:** Speaker Ella, would you please state, for the record, PTE-001’s occultic properties as you best understand them?

//Speaker Ella stands.//

**Speaker Ella:** The Seeress possesses powerful precognition, prescience, and sight affliction which are random and uncontrolled. It’s our understanding she can actively control them, at physical cost to herself. 

//Several seconds of whispers from the Committee. Colonel Bowe both appears skeptical and rolls his eyes.//

**Speaker Ella:** She also is blessed with an abnormal healing ability. We believe, after some discussion, she is immortal and much older than she appears.

**Unknown Committee Member:** That seems clear by the earlier exchanges. Do you have any idea how old?

**Speaker Ella:** She has not been more forthcoming with us than she has with the Committee. But by my best estimation, thousands of years old.   

**Unknown Committee Member:** Alternatively, if she is as powerful in prescience as claimed, she may see far into the past, giving the misleading impression of being older than she is. Regardless, let’s move on. Of these properties, which does the Cult of the Nornir believe to be most beneficial to the GOC?

**Speaker Ella:** Her prescience, ma’am. 

**Unknown Committee Member:** Sensible. Thank you, Speaker Ella. 

//Speaker Ella sits and the Committee turns their attention back to PTE-001.//

**Unknown Committee Member:** “PTE-001, we are going to ask you to demonstrate your prescience. Are you capable of doing so at this time?”

//PTE-001 stands slowly, shaking and hesitates before speaking.//

**PTE-001:** I will do what’s needed. 

//The Committee members nod. Colonel Bowe crosses their arms.//

**Unknown Committee Member:** Cooperation is good. We’ll start with simple demonstrations of predictions based on probability. 

**Colonel Bowe:** You can’t be serious; probability tests can be easily gamed. 

**Unknown  Committee Member:** Do you have a better suggestion, Colonel? 

**Colonel Bowe:** Have him predict major world events for the next year, like we discussed beforehand.

**Unknown Committee Member:** Would a simple probability test not be an effective screen so that we don’t waste our time further? 

//Colonel Bowe snorts loudly.//

**Colonel Bowe:** If you want to waste more time, then go ahead I suppose. 

**Unknown Committee Member:** Your flippancy is unwarranted, Colonel. That said, objections are noted. 

//PTE-001 is asked to identify the outcome of twelve individual coinflips and eight dice rolls. It is then asked to predict cards drawn from a deck nine times. It accurately predicts all events.// 

**Unknown Committee Member:** We appreciate your cooperation, PTE-001. That was… impressive.

//The other committee members nod in agreement while Colonel Bowe curls his lips back and rolls his eyes.//

**Unknown Committee Member:** Now that the simple tasks are out of the way, we would ask you to predict as many major events that will occur this year as you can. To the best of your ability, of course. We will track how many of these predictions come to pass, though not necessarily the granular detail at this stage. After one year, we will evaluate all your predictions and conclude this meeting. This seems a long time, but you will be allowed to remain in the care and custody of the Cult of the Nornir while being made accessible to us as needed. You may take your time in making these predictions, but we will all remain in this room until they are finished.

**PTE-001:** It is a very short time in the great sweeping tides of life. I will do my best. 

//Several seconds of silence as the committee members watch PTE-001. The entity sways while leaning against its staff.//

**PTE-001:** May I make a request for some items to assist me?

//Several seconds of murmuring.//

**Unknown Committee Member:** It’s unusual, but we’ll entertain it if you can explain why you need specific items.

**PTE-001:** Whatever is necessary.

**Unknown Committee Member:** Go ahead then.

//PTE-001 sways again for several seconds before speaking.//

**PTE-001:** May I have a glass of chocolate milk, some water, soda, candy, a sandwich with roast beef, and a bucket.

**Unknown Committee Member:** …why the chocolate milk?

**PTE-001:** Chocolate milk helps the temporal strand headaches. 

**Unknown Committee Member:** And the roast beef sandwich and bucket?

**PTE-001:** The roast beef is for iron to replenish lost blood. The bucket is for vomit.

//Several seconds of whispers. Colonel Bowe frowns, appearing incredulous.//

**Unknown Committee Member:** Well, not the strangest explanations I’ve heard in my tenure. Would one of the assistants please retrieve those items?

[Idle conversation removed for brevity]

**Unknown Committee Member:** You may begin at your convenience, PTE-001.

//Instead of a single glass of chocolate milk, PTE-001 has been given an entire pitcher. Colonel Bowe is apoplectic.// 

//PTE-001 grips its staff tight, sitting up straight in the chair. Its voice becomes layered in the audio recording, commanding attention similar to an audio-hazard but with no observable lasting effects. The lights in the room begin to flicker.// 

**PTE-001:** In a land once swept by Immortals and grand emperors of Xerxes and Darius, the earth shall split in the North beneath the bend of hammer and sickle and a man of steel’s resolve. The land will bleed, the valley shall burn, and a red tide shall break at the whims of an eagle balding beneath a branching globe.


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**Summary of Predictive Outcome:** Iran Crisis 1946

[[include component:image-block name=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/Kurdistan_republic_mahabad.webp|align=left|caption=Separatists during the Iran Crisis of 1946.]]

On 21st November, 1945, the regions of Iranian Azerbaijani and Mahabad seceded from the Iranian state after the end of World War II. British and Soviet forces had invaded Iran during the war to secure supply lines to support the Soviet war machine. Joseph Stalin refused to relinquish influence over these regions following the end of hostilities. 

Pressure from the United States at the UN and through material assistance to Iran eventually forced the Soviet Union to withdraw support. Iranian troops stormed both breakaway regions and retook them over the course of late 1946 and early 1947. An estimated 2000 people have died as of June 1947.

**Predictive Assessment as of January 2nd, 1947:** Though vague and somewhat cryptic, PTE-001 predicted the event and outcome. 

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//A small trickle of blood leaks from PTE-001’s nostrils. The head of its staff is glowing. It pauses to pick up the pitcher of chocolate milk from which it drinks.//

//Colonel Bowe glances at his watch and begins tapping his foot.//

//PTE-001 abruptly gasps before speaking with a trembling voice. A light at the far end of the chamber abruptly flickers and winks out.//

**PTE-001:** Swirls of black in noxious fumes deep in the flesh of the earth. Three, three repeating in the marks on wooden beams and metal struts in the light. A spark, a single spark deep in the dark. Fire, bodies—

//PTE-001 stops abruptly. Tears are running down its face.//

**PTE-001:** Bodies, so many bodies crushed and choked in the abyss, burning, flame and smoke and columns of black. Rising, rising, falling chunks of heavy earth and boulder. So many bodies in the ground beneath that city in the south of the streaming Lippe. 

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**Summary of Predictive Outcome:** Bergkamen Coal Mine Explosion February 1946. 

On February 20th, 1946, Bergkamen Coal Mine experienced a “firedamp explosion” when mine gasses escaping from the surrounding deposits mingled with coal dust in Grimberg Shaft 3. A spark ignited the mixture and the pressure and heat waves set off a wave of coal dust explosions which collapsed the shaft and killed 418 miners. 

**Predictive Assessment as of January 2nd, 1947:** PTE-001’s prescience identified the cause of the disaster, and the shaft number but not the location, but it wasn’t pressed on details. 

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//PTE-001 staggers against its staff and is supported by Speaker Ella and Speaker Edvard to prevent it from falling over.// 

//It speaks again, while being held. More lights flicker and flare out in the back of the room. The occupants haven’t yet noticed.//

**PTE-001:** A man standing against the rolling thunder of the west, a fortunate son in the eyes of a loving mother. Mocked and dismissed in a palace three tens before in the eyes of men of paling skin. Scorned twice, enough is enough and agreements signed by bloodied pens for cooperation ultimately fail in search of self-identification. Elected to lead his people, colonizers and exploiters everywhere, total war extends and jungle and rice fields burn. In a valley fortress surrounded by jungle, those who claim what is not theirs will meet the end of an empire in a night of blood and fire. 

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**Summary of Predictive Outcome:** First Indochina War

[[include component:image-block name=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/Ho_Chi_Minh_1946.webp|align=right|caption=Ho Chi Minh.]]

Ho Chi Minh is elected president of North Vietnam On March 2nd, 1946, and signs an agreement with France recognizing Vietnam as an autonomous state in the Indochinese Federation and French Union as part of a larger series of negotiations following the French overthrow of the DRV government in the south and advance northward. This created a temporary peace between the DRV and the French that lasted until November of 1946, when tensions exploded following the Haiphong Incident. Open hostilities broke out in Hanoi. Ho Chi Minh along with his government went underground, fleeing to the forested mountains and hills to the west. 

[[include component:image-block name=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/Guerre_d%2527Indochine_bataille_6.webp|align=left|caption=Photos from French Indochina.]]
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//PTE-001 audibly gags and is handed the aforementioned bucket. She gags three more times before picking up the glass of water and then the pitcher of chocolate milk from which she drinks.//

//PTE-001 breathes heavily into the microphone for several seconds. Blood is now dripping from its chin onto the table. Speaker Ella attempts to wipe its face, but the entity pushes her away.//

//It speaks again, shouting louder than it had before. Its voice fills the recording and the room. Twisting shapes of color begin floating in the air. A growing golden aura envelops PTE-001 as more lights in the room flare out.//

**PTE-001:** Five times the earth shall quake with tremendous fury in the eyes of creation. First in a place of ice and snow on the edge of a ring of fire far in the northern wash of islands! Great walls of water will rush the gap to a paradise, and scores of bodies shall be swept in its reign!

//PTE-001 bangs the staff on the floor. All present are startled by the motion and noise.//

**PTE-001:** Second shall split the earth on an island south and east, where grand timbers stand in sheets of rain. A third shall sweep a place of great poverty once rebelled against the ire of pale skin of the old flames. It shall smash the homes of tens of thousands. Fourth shall strike in mountains and plateaus high where a great empire once reigned, upon which grand slides of earth and rock shall rain, and thousands suffer beneath its plume. The fifth and final shall strike a war-ravaged land with quaking earth and a great wall of water that sweeps all away. 

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**Summary of Predictive Outcome:** Earthquakes, 1946. 

[[include component:image-block name=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/1946_Nankai_Earthquake_%252812%2529.webp|align=right|caption=1946 Nankai Earthquake.]]

Five major earthquakes occurred in 1946. These included the Aleutian Islands Earthquake which created a tsunami that killed more than a hundred in the Hawaiian Islands. The Vancouver Island Earthquake, which had little impact. The Dominican Republic Earthquake which killed around 100 people and destroyed tens of thousands of homes. The Ancash Earthquake in Peru which created massive landslides and killed more than a thousand people, and the Nankani earthquake which created a huge tsunami that killed more than a thousand and swept away thousands of homes.

**Predictive Assessment as of January 2nd, 1947:** Predicting one major earthquake in a year would be impressive, but all five major earthquakes and their relative region descriptions? I believe we’re hitting the point where it’s obvious she has powerful prescience, but the details are somewhat vague and she’s not giving us relative timeframes. One wonders if we could convince her to give timeframes more properly. Addressing the details may require a different approach. Did Obskurakorps figure out how?

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//PTE-001 vomits into the bucket several times. Its nose is bleeding copiously, and its hands shake vigorously. It begins screaming. The light enveloping the entity flares as more lights in the room are extinguished. The Committee is frozen, appearing hypnotized. Even Bowe appears to be captured by PTE-001’s words. Guards have noticed the extinguishing lights and are edging closer to the Committee.// 

**PTE-001:** In sprawling fences of barbs and chains with wooden towers bread shall be baked, and baked, and baked. In its doughy flower green flame to extinguish the patters of rats shall be mixed and many will fall ill and die by the hands of Avengers on high. And they will deserve it for the pain they inflicted upon millions more, and yet punishment shall come for systemic weight falls on all our shoulders. Many will stand before the world’s eyes, one shall embrace their cowardice in full and ten shall dangle from the crooked man’s rope. 

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**Summary of Predictive Outcome:** Nakam Bread Plot and Nuremberg trials, 1946.

[[include component:image-block name=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/Proces_Neurenberg%252C_Bestanddeelnr_901-2078.webp|align=left|caption=Photos from the Nuremburg Trials.]]

Sh’erit ha-Pletah, a group of Nakam, baked arsenic into bread loaves at Stalag XIII-D, a prisoner of war camp containing 15,000 members of the SS. Hermann Goering committed suicide by poison prior to the conclusion of the Nuremburg trials, and the remaining ten convicts were hanged. 

**Predictive Assessment as of January 2nd, 1947:** This seemed personal. 
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//PTE-001 vomits directly onto the table, provoking shouts from the Cult of the Nornir. A power surge is detected in the local area, and rolling blackouts begin, resulting in the extinguishing of all remaining lights in the chamber. Backup generators kick on, and emergency lights activate but flicker erratically.// 

**Speaker Ella:** Seeress, you can stop!

**PTE-001:** On the shores of the foundation of Rome, great screeching metal horses shall ride faster than any has ever dared. A tradition will be born of daring danger and feats of speed!

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**Summary of Predictive Outcome:** First Grand Prix Motor Racing[[footnote]]What is now known as Formula One Grand Prix.[[/footnote]], Italy, 1946.

[[include component:image-block name=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/Wimile_Turin_1946.webp|align=right|caption=Second place winner of the first Formula One Grand Prix in Turin, 1946.]]

**Predictive Assessment as of January 2nd, 1947:** Accurate. 
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//PTE-001 is screaming, its arms nearly convulsing. It braces itself against the table. Blood is pouring from its nose and beginning to appear from its eyes. Colonel Bowe is leaning back against his chair while the rest of the Committee is now on their feet. The light enveloping PTE-001 surges forth and undulates around it, resembling tendrils of the sun. The light ripples several times, forming indistinct shapes around and in front of it. One of SCP-001’s hands grip a strand of light which squirms in its grasp.//

**Speaker Edvard:** Seeress, you must stop!

**Unknown Committee Member:** Someone get medical personnel in here!

**PTE-001:** A DEMON OF WAR SHALL BE CREATED IN A GRAND SPACE CALLED ALAMOS. THE DEATH SHALL BE UNSPEAKABLE, THE FATE CRUEL IN THE EYES OF THE ELDRITCH GODS WHO GOVERN THE FABRIC OF ALL. 

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**Summary of Predictive Outcome:** Criticality Accident Los Alamos National Laboratory, 1946. Demon Core. 

[[include component:image-block name=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/The_demon_core.webp|align=left|caption=The Demon Core.]]

**Predictive Assessment as of January 2nd, 1947:** Accurate.

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**Speaker Ella:** Seeress, they have enough! 


//PTE-001 nearly throws Speaker Ella, causing her to tumble over the table onto the floor. The sound of stamping hooves can be heard through the microphone.// 

**PTE-001:** TIME CANNOT BE STOPPED. THE MARCH OF FATE EVER WHIRS, THE THREADS OF REALITY UNWINDING BEFORE ALL TO REVEAL THE MOTHER’S BEATING HEART ONCE MORE. A MUSHROOM RISES IN THE CORAL ATOLL OF A DEEP BLUE SEA, THOUSANDS EXPOSED TO BOMBARDMENT FROM A THING THEY WILL NEVER TRULY KNOW AS ASHES CLIMB IN THE SKY FROM A PRIMORDIAL FIRE. 

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**Summary of Predictive Outcome:** Nuclear Airburst Tests, Bikini Atoll.

[[include component:image-block name= https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/2/21/Crossroads_baker_explosion.jpg|align=right |caption=Bakers Test, Bikini Atoll.]]

US Military Tested fission Bombs at Bikini Atoll to evaluate atomic weapons usage on Naval Assets. 

**Predictive Assessment as of January 2nd, 1947:** Accurate, but we remain unsure what the entity meant by bombardment. [[footnote]]Most likely predicting the exposure to radioactive fallout experienced by US military personnel responsible for cleaning up Bikini Atoll following the nuclear tests.[[/footnote]]
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//PTE-001 abruptly stops shouting, and sways dangerously from side to side. Blackouts stop, and the main lights abruptly turn back on. The light around PTE-001 vanishes suddenly.//

**PTE-001:** A final warning, a great coalition wields in their birds of metal sweeping the sky inadequate securements. Thousands will die in coming crashes if not attended to in full.

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**Summary of Predictive Outcome:** Advent of Airline Seatbelts in GOC Craft, 1946.

Thousands of fatalities avoided when high ranking GOC personnel immediately demanded replacement and refinement of airline safety measures through rushed mass production. Multiple personnel have been reprimanded for interfering with Threat Assessment of an entity by acting on privileged information. 

**Predictive Assessment as of January 2nd, 1947:** Accurate, and it saved thousands of GOC personnel.

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//PTE-001 collapses and is caught by Speaker Ella and Speaker Edvard. Colonel Bowe stands.// 

**Colonel Bowe:** Well, with that I believe we can call this meeting adjourned. We have been given a substantial number of predictions to evaluate for the year, and I think it’s obvious to everyone that PTE-001 is incapable of continuing. Thank you, Cult of the Nornir, for your time, and we shall be in contact. 

<**End Log**>

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**Postword:** After one year’s time, PTE-001’s prescience is considered confirmed as predictions were able to be correlated with events that occurred throughout 1946. As such, PTE-001 has been approved as a beneficial asset and remitted to full custody and care of the Cult of the Nornir with GOC oversight. This comes despite the protest of Colonel Bowe and other evidence that was initially suggestive of threat potential. As a compromise to ensure PTE-001’s continued cooperation, Pentagram and Colonel Bowe have been assigned to oversee and coordinate PTE-001’s use of prescience for GOC purposes. 

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**Addendum 6: Project Proposal Eurtec and the Silicon Nornir P113-445** 

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**Access provided by the Silicon Nornir archives.**
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**Petitioner’s Note:** When we initially conceptualized the basis of this petition, we set out to identify viable sites which would be able to properly house our ambitions. This is where we confirmed what had been informally suspected by us and our fellow para-resistance organizations within the Nordic influence sphere. 

The gods have abandoned us.

Following the destruction of the Hall of the Norns and the burning of some of Yggdrasil’s roots, we were still able to access the Well of Urd for some small period of time. Though roughly two months after the slaughter of our Seeress’s sisters, Nidhogg ambushed a few of our priests, who were still trying to salvage some aspects of the Norns, and slaughtered them. After that, we could no longer access the Well. It seemed that the rest of the pantheon also became aware of what happened at that point, as they bottlenecked or completely cut access to the rest of the realms. Then they ejected both our priests and other cults as well. 

It’s a great tragedy that, when we began our surveys, we found our access to the rest of the pantheon and the Nine realms removed near entirely. All attempts to petition the Aesir or Vanir were met with messages heavily implying we should, quote, Fuck Off, unquote. 

The fact that the Seeress survived is honestly miraculous. Yet, at the same time, it means she is our soul anchor to the Nordic pantheon, though even that hasn’t moved the Gods. It is less than ideal. 

No, it is devastating. 

But we have to move forward and build something new. We have alternatives, and we have to make the best of a bad situation. 

So, we looked elsewhere.
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**Title:** Project Eurtec

**Submission Date:** January 15th, 1946

**Petitioning Bodies:** The Cult of the Nornir and 17 other member organizations.

**Purpose:** To establish a GOC controlled under-veil settlement to relocate, provide tightly controlled habitation and employment to occultic communities to preserve the veil from threat entities. To create a colossal scale Foresight Matrix Array to facilitate the Last Norn’s prescience and precognition to a higher degree than currently possible. 

**Abstract:** The Cult of the Nornir has identified a site at the mouth of the River Lethe.  Coordination has been undertaken with 17 other member bodies to prepare ritual and thaumatological executions for the purposes of creating a large-scale nexus by which occultic communities may migrate away from normalcy into a GOC controlled space. There they may be provided secure housing, employment, and livelihoods that would otherwise be targeted by GOC operations for liquidation. This nexus, which we have preemptively named Eurtec, will be a largely vertically stacked urban arrangement bordered by low walls and the River Lethe to keep the underworld out. Eurtec security will be maintained by GOC para-military detachments. 

As a component of this new settlement, following our extensive study of an Obskurakorps eigenmachine discovered at the end of World War II, we are proposing the construction of a large-scale thaumo-computing complex at the center of Eurtec. This structure will consist of two 333-meter super-tall skyscrapers which will contain the Nornir Foresight Matrix Array (NFMA). This complex will facilitate the utilization and amplification of Beneficial Entity-001’s (BCE-001’s) precognitive and prescience capacities to fundamentally transform GOC strategic, economic, and political approach to the Veil and its maintenance. We estimate full construction of the complex will require twenty-four years’ time as of this project proposal submission. In line with organizational goals, this new technology will be non-invasive for BCE-001, making cooperation easier and less physically and emotionally demanding. 

Please find attached more in-depth engineering documents.

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**Construction Requirements Summary:** The Nornir Foresight Matrix Array will function through the utilization of revolutionary Quantum Thaumic Computing and Silicon Conduction systems. Construction of the NFMA will require the establishment of a large-scale foundry and the employment of skilled thaumic engineers to fabricate silicon nano-processor chips mounted into conduction sheets which will in turn need to be docked into large server mainframes connected to colossal manifolds and a power supply. Fortunately, Special Pocket Realm-#03, known colloquially as the Greek Underworld, is rich in silicon and the rare earth metals which will be required for constructing the necessary components.

The manifolds of each tower will require the embedding of high energy crystal lattice structures in four evenly spaced rings embodying the first four integers of the Mandelbrot set in both number and approximate mass ratios. To this end, precious gems will be needed. The primary obstacle will be the first and second rings of this arrangement, as they will require precious gemstones of substantial size which are not naturally found on earth. Fortunately, the sub-section of the Greek Underworld known as Elysium can be used for extraction of these components. We’ve already entered into negotiations with local entities to ensure safe transport aboard a multi-versal rail line in exchange for a surprising number of gold coins.

[[include component:image-block name=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/Kingdom_of_Hades_by_Vishchun.webp|align=center|width=600px|caption=The Greek Underworld.]]

The NFMA and Eurtec as a whole will require the generation of substantial amounts of energy. Current electricity generation methods are insufficient. Nuclear fission, which is in its infancy, was initially considered, but the necessary uranium ore needed for a plant of sufficient scale is not readily available within the Greek Underworld. Instead, we are proposing the utilization of cold-matter energy derived from the Astral plane. Given highly classified and patented recent breakthroughs in studying the thaumic mechanics of the [[[SCP-3703 | Orcadian]]] [[[SCP-3706 | Culture’s]]][[footnote]]An anomalous civilization native to the British Isles, Orcadian, Faeroe, and Shetland Archipelagos, Scandinavia, Iceland, and the Northern coastlines of continental Western Europe. The Orcadians were extremely thaumaturgically and thaumatologically advanced and are well known in the realm of Occultic Archaeology for their advanced marine settlements and unique [[[SCP-2381|cognitohazardous artworks]]].[[/footnote]] singularity system, we believe it is possible to generate the necessary energy output through this approach. With that said, we still have a long way to go given we cannot translate any of their runic script.

[[include component:image-block name=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/NAMA_Balanzas_de_oro_micenicas.webp|align=left|caption=Coins used for traversal of the underworld.]]

Nanoprocessors, manifolds, and power supply will be based on a blend of the Obskurakorps eigenmachine which was present at Hegra fortress, and the thaumic circuitry found in Orcadian Culture artifacts. Those at least can be reverse engineered, though the thaumic techniques are beyond our reach due to recently discovered knock-on effects from the specific thaumic techniques the Orcadians used. Their techniques appear to have [[[SCP-3703| some sort of curse attached to them]]]. We doubt our approach will be as efficient as their systems due to that limitation.

**Mechanism of Action:** The NFMA will capture and anchor the spectral remnants, ghosts if you will, of the two deceased Norns in the precious gemstones of the motherboard. This will occur through Nornir mages attuning the crystal lattice structure to their signature and then summoning their spirits from the confines of Hel. From this point, the Norns will be able to utilize the immense computing power of the iterative silicon nano-processor conduction system to enhance their remaining sister’s predictive capacity. 

Through this approach we’ve designed a Central Focal Interface Chamber at the core of the NFMA above its powerplant. The Central Focal Interface will contain a large-scale computing interface of novel digital design based in part on the original Obskurakorps device. The complex will require updates and replacements as technology continues to advance. The central access interfaces will require attunement to the High Seeress’s thaumic signature for operation. They will also require the invention and development of technologies allowing remote access. 

The proximity of the NFMA to the hyper-dense Fate-energies[[footnote]]A rather unimaginative descriptor for the thaumic discharge of divination associated particulate matter.[[/footnote]] will act to supercharge all prescient activity. What remains curious at current is that, despite the presence of hyper-dense Fate-energies, we have been unable to contact the Moirai. 

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**Response:** Project Proposal Eurtec and the Silicon Nornir P113-445

The Council of 108 has unanimously approved this project proposal with the following stipulation: Oversight of Eurtec construction and security will be maintained by Pentagram under the direction of Colonel S. Bowe due to his experience with management of construction and logistical execution of large-scale, under-veil projects. 
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**GOC Incident of Note:** GOC C-47 Crash, December 8th, 1948.

**Location:** Scandinavian Mountains, Norway

**Passengers:** Two pilots, eight passengers. 

**Casualties:** Two injured, four dead. 

**Description:** At 0840 on December 8th, 1948, flight 11284 lifted off from Oslo Gardermoen Airport into a bank of heavy clouds. At approximately 1020, the pilots realized that their altitude gauges were malfunctioning and they were at a much lower altitude than expected. This realization came too late to stop the resulting collision of the right wing and engine with a nearby rock outcropping on an adjoining mountain, resulting in the loss of the engine and severe damage to the wing. 

The pilots immediately announced evacuation of the plane, and abandoned the aircraft, where they would suffer mild injuries. Four other passengers successfully escaped the fuselage before the plane collided with a nearby summit at speed. 

When search parties reached and recovered the fuselage forty-eight hours later, they found the four remaining passengers had survived the initial impact but succumbed to extreme low temperatures. Passenger seatbelts had defective latches which resulted in deformation of the metal in the buckle. Deformed buckles prevented the passengers from unbuckling the straps. In addition to the defective latch, the pulley which allowed lengthening or shortening of the strap material was also defective, resulting in sliding back/tightening of the straps when pulled on.

The combination of defective components appears to have resulted in the passengers exhausting their energy from panicked motions which eventually trapped them against the seats. It is estimated they were still alive for fifteen hours after the crash and one by one succumbed to exposure. 

The four passengers who died were GOC medical personnel who helped treat patients suffering from occult induced conditions at Oslo University Hospital during the post-war period. 

**Last Names of victims:** Oglethorpe, Nieminen, Hilda, Burnhart.

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**Director’s Note:** I spent some time digging through the GOC archive materials and tracked down manufacturing notes. Flight 11284’s safety features were hastily replaced in 1946 with newly manufactured designs created in response to SCP-001’s prediction. There’s a larger pattern here that’s starting to emerge.

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**0830-0930:** SCP-001 exits one of the communal buildings within the sanctuary. It is alone and in heavy winter gear with a mug of liquid. It makes its way across the compound through the view of several different cameras before it arrives in a snow covered open-air garden with a view of the Scandinavian Mountains to the east. It periodically hums to itself but otherwise maintains a neutral expression. 

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**1021-1051:** Echoes of metal scraping faintly against rock are picked up by camera microphones, followed by a much fainter crack. SCP-001’s shoulders slowly slump, and it continues to drink from the mug for the next half hour. It returns to the building at 1051 hours with its head raised, but eyes closed.

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