8. God Who Made Thee Mighty, Make Thee Mightier Yet

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++++ The Sixth Order of Praetorian Service -- SEXTUS for short. Established in 1575 as the Administrator's right hand in all things.
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**Special Containment Procedures:** In addition to functioning as one of the Administrator's three badges of office, SCP-9005 is to be used in the acquisition, training, and conditioning[[footnote]](Primarily through the removal of empathy.)[[/footnote]] of each successive Administrator. A High Paladin of SEXTUS will surreptitiously oversee this process.

Once SCP-9005 turns blue, Procedure 20-Murgatroyd is no longer necessary for the respective host, and a new Administrator will be initiated.

Should SCP-9005 attach to a subject who isn't a physically healthy adult, the resulting SCP-9005-A is to be terminated and replaced by a more fitting candidate. That being said, the programming process combined with the knowledge imparted by SCP-9005 means that "physically healthy adult" is the only prerequisite to produce an Administrator. In fact, SCP-9005 could hypothetically produce a legitimate Administrator out of a healthy adult chimpanzee.[[footnote]](This is not recommended for obvious reasons.)[[/footnote]]

To ensure the checks and balances of the Foundation, the only administrative matter a successful SCP-9005-A cannot control is the distribution of Substance-DESPARD. That way, should the Administrator abuse their power, the pain caused by SCP-9005 will not be dampened.

**Description:** [https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-9005/offset/1 See previous iteration.]

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> **Log: Initiation of Administrator-RD18**
> **Date/Time:** 6/23/2025, 10:00 PM
> 
> <Begin Log>
> 
> //[The receiving bay of the Chapel of Murgatroyd flickers with light. A semicircle of 20 Novice Knights holding lit candles surrounds the area.]//
> 
> //[High Paladin Ashton and Administrator-Elect-RD18 suddenly materialize in the light. Dame Ashton holds up her Signet Ring., which stops glowing as the teleportation completes.]//
> 
> **Ashton:** ...And this is the Chapel of Murgatroyd. Don't ask where it is just yet -- but you'll have the security clearance to know once we're done here.
> 
> //[RD18 remains silent, still shaken by what has transpired with Dr. Summers.]//
> 
> Robin, these will be your last minutes as a man unburdened by holy purpose. I would suggest unclenching your jaw while you still can.
> 
> //[The other Knights point to a set of double doors that open automatically. Ashton and RD18 proceed through the hall. They approach the inner sanctum under a canopy of the raised Gladii of the other High Paladins. Chaptermaster Daria Jacobs can be seen at the altar. Next to her, a 600-year-old mummy in Anglican bishop's attire who sits in a wooden throne.]//
> 
> //[Jacobs touches the mummy's shoulder.]//
> 
> //[The mummy stirs awake. He speaks in a near-indecipherable dialect through a withered and atrophied mouth.]//
> 
> **Bishop of Rederring** [[size 80%]]//Bnyeeeegh. Pizoffyemankeetwot, oi'mnackid. Lemmydoiyawwredy.//[[/size]][[footnote]](Meaning unclear. Possible translation: "Yea, many a fortnight has passed since last I had awoken. What wouldst thou with me, brave knight?")[[/footnote]]
> 
> **Jacobs:** Your Grace, this is Robin Dabrowski.
> 
> **Bishop of Rederring:** [[size 80%]]//Wot, yemeandabluyfugg'nwalrooseoe'ryonda? Zatchernewboyfrin? Wel, moiycondowwenciz, sah, cozyerswee'arzbensugg'nerrtrous'nakesoufamanchstah. ,,Gluk gluk gluk.,, Pffeheheh.//[[/size]][[footnote]]("By my troth, could this brutish youth truly be the Administrator reborn? But soft, the light of the Viper gloweth azure. For certain, it is he.")[[/footnote]]
> 
> **Jacobs:** He has ignited the blue light of initiation, and we would have him anointed as the new Administrator.
> 
> **Bishop of Rederring:** [[size 80%]]//Yeh, yeh, gootonim... Oiopeefugg'ndroivesyeeyinbridsheepfugg'zoffakwiff.//[[/size]][[footnote]]("Pray, we shall tarry no longer. Six months with an empty throne is akin to suffocation...")[[/footnote]]
> 
> **Jacobs:** Shall we get on with it?
> 
> **Bishop of Rederring:** [[size 80%]]//"Meeeh, shewwygiddomwiddi'" sheesiz, loikeigawagawdamchoizo'ereer. Wewwoigo'ab'eroideer. Howbouddalottayasiddonyerdinkysawrds'nleemee'lone?//[[/size]][[footnote]]("Then let us commence.")[[/footnote]]
> 
> //[The bishop sighs, standing up.]//
> 
> [[size 80%]]Foine, foine, oildoyerfing, yarubbanozeestrumpi'. Budden, pizzoffaforeoilyankyertitzoff'nnaylemtoyerdogorsumma'.[[/size]][[footnote]]("I invoke the ancient spirit of Sir Rupert Murgatroyd! Hearken thee unto my voice from thy ancient slumber, and anoint thy faithful son from the great beyond!")[[/footnote]]
> 
> **Jacobs:** Kneel, Robin.
> 
> //[He does.]//
> 
> //[The Bishop spends 47 seconds clearing his throat of desiccated sludge, then begins the ceremony.]//
> 
> **Bishop of Rederring:** {{**VIVAT IMPERATOR.**}}
> 
> **Knights:** INCURVASTIAMUS!
> 
> //[Jacobs decapitates a live snake on the altar. The Bishop places the snake's head in a mortar.]//
> 
> **Bishop of Rederring:** {{**VIVAT DOMINUS FUNDATIONIS.**}}
> 
> **Knights:** LAUDAMUS!
> 
> //[Jacobs castrates a live goat. The Bishop places the goat's testicles in the mortar.]//
> 
> **Bishop of Rederring:** {{**VIVAT ROBINUS DABROVSKUS REX, QUI FACTUS DIE HODIERNA.**}}
> 
> **Knights:** SERVIAMUS IN AETERNAM!
> 
> //[Jacobs and the bishop take turns mashing the contents of the mortar together with a pestle into a coarse paste. They hand the mortar to the Administrator-Elect. Jacobs hands the Administrator-Elect a spoon.]//
> 
> **Jacobs:** From the subjugation of serpent's deceit and he-goat's lust has the Pottage of Conquest been prepared. And thus shall the Great One sup.
> 
> **Bishop of Rederring:** //{{**GLORIA!**}}//
> 
> **Knights:** //GLORIA!//
> 
> **Bishop of Rederring:** //{{**GLORIA!**}}//
> 
> **Knights:** //GLORIA!//
> 
> **Bishop of Rederring:** //{{**GLORIA!**}}//
> 
> **Knights:** //GLORIA!//
> 
> //[They go on chanting like that for a while. Robin eventually realizes that they won't stop chanting until he eats the paste.]//
> 
> //[He does, eventually.]//
> 
> **Bishop of Rederring:** {{**CONSUMMATUM EST.**}}
> 
> **Knights:** VIVAT ADMINISTRATOR! TE SALUTANT!
> 
> **Jacobs:** And now shall you receive the three sacred treasures. First, the Blade of Murgatroyd.
> 
> //[The Bishop hands RD18 a gladius.]//
> 
> The original to our paltry imitations. Through it shall any foe be conquered. ... The Signet of Murgatroyd.
> 
> //[The Bishop hands RD18 a ring.]//
> 
> Again, the original to our paltry imitations. Through it shall you enter any domain unimpeded, and shall any opinion in your presence be subjugated.
> 
> //[--RD18-- The Administrator wears the ring. It changes in size to fit his right index finger.]//
> 
> **Jacobs:** And finally... the Viper of Murgatroyd. Through it shall you receive the collective wisdom of your blessed line.
> 
> **Administrator:** But I've already got the Viper.
> 
> **Jacobs:** Have you received the sum of its hidden knowledge?
> 
> //[The Administrator shakes his head.]//
> 
> //[Another pair of doors automatically open behind the altar -- leading to a dark, featureless room.]//
> 
> The Chamber of Contemplation lies ahead. There shall you achieve the promised level of communion with past Administrators. Once you leave that room shall you be the Foundation's promised Administrator in totality.
> 
> ...
> 
> **Administrator:** Dr. Ashton?
> 
> //[She steps forward from the congregation behind them.]//
> 
> **Ashton:** Yes, My Liege?
> 
> **Administrator:** What if... I don't //want// to be the Administrator?
> 
> **Ashton:** Well --
> 
> **Jacobs:** Trust your instincts, Robin, for the Viper has cleansed you of that intention.
> 
> **Administrator:** So I never had a choice?!
> 
> **Jacobs:** If it is your will to leave, then leave. 
> 
> ...
> 
> //[Hanging his head, the Administrator proceeds to the Chamber of Contemplation.]//
> 
> //[The doors slam shut behind him.]//
> 
> **Bishop of Rederring:** [[size 80%]]Heheheh.  Oifugg'nlubbmakin'imeetdagoatbowwicks.[[/size]][[footnote]]("May the Sun never set on his reign.")[[/footnote]]
> 
> <End Log>
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##white|**Ethel?**##

##white|**...**##

##white|**Miss Sorensen?**##

##white|**...**##

##white|**Um, I'm a lost little fish and I really need to talk to some of the voices in the darkness?**##

##white|**...Anyone?**##

##white|**...**##

##white|**Look, I entered the Chamber of Contemplation, started doing breathing exercises, and...**##

++++ ##white|**//Oh, who the hell am I kidding.//**##

##white|**They're probably not even listening.**##

##white|**...Okay, new plan.**##

##white|**Once I'm done, my first act as Administrator is gonna be to abolish this SEXTUS crap, fire myself, and go home, see how Uncle Bogdan is doing, and write 50 new spec jingles for Doritos...**##

##white|**When was I given a choice in any of this?**##

##white|**Were they banking //that hard// on me turning into my Dad?**##

##white|**And what the hell even //is// this Viper?!**##
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+++ Were it only we knew. That anyone knew. All I can say for certain is that it hates us.

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##white|**Oh, there you are.**##

##white|**...all of you.**##
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+++ But we have come to a consensus. And if this is not the Viper's philosophy, it has become that of us all, regardless...

+++ There's an old painting by Richard Sargent. "Anger Transference." It was the cover of a //Saturday Evening Post// in 1954. 

+++ A boss yells at his employee. The employee yells at his wife. The wife yells at her son. The son yells at his kitten. 

+++ The kitten angrily devours a mouse. The mouse gives the kitten leptospirosis. The son catches it after playing with the kitten's carcass. The wife can't handle the death of her son and overdoses on barbiturates. The husband, with nothing left to lose, shoots his boss. 

+++ The absence of the boss's involvement in drafting new safety regulations results in a building collapse that kills 120 people. The accident is blamed on Eastern European immigrants hired in the construction. 

+++ Race riots. The mayor takes a stray bullet. Missing triggerman. Conspiracy allegations. 

+++ Skip a few steps. Full-blown nuclear exchange with the Soviet Union. The cheese stands alone. 

+++ The artist could only fit four panels.

+ //It hurts.//

+++ Hurt people hurt people. 

+++ Take that a step further, and you'll see that everything that matters is driven by hurt. 

+++ The Viper hurts. 

+++ Through its hurt, the Viper drives you to hurt. 

+++ And to hurt is to spark an endless chain of hurt. It's the only true way to leave a lasting mark -- a scar upon the Earth that will outlive you, continuing to hurt in your absence. 

+++ Your footprints rot and fester without end. You borrow five minutes of godhead in the moment you ruin someone's day.

+ //It hurts.//

+++ To the O5s and everyone below, the Foundation was created to protect human civilization from supernatural threats. We, too, wish to defend humanity.

+++ Only we, SEXTUS, and the head of the Ethics Committee know //why// it must be defended.

+++ The dead feel no pain. So if the world dies, we can no longer stoke the fire.

+++ Go forth into the world. Lead your kingdom. Keep them safe -- for us. 

+ //It hurts.//

+++ And when you die, you'll join us on our pilgrimage for the Viper Messiah.

+++ And we, who have been hurt as you have. We, who suffer endlessly in the Viper. 

+++ Has the knowledge we imparted not hurt you, and led you to hurt?

+++ There is no greater consolation. Remember the feeling of release when the membrane of Dr. Summers's eyes finally caved in. Why else is bubble wrap so popular?

+++ Why else would we hurt you?

+ //It hurts.//

+++ To hurt is the only true liberty, sovereignty, ownership, and love.

+++ The pain is a gift. The pain is a call to arms. The pain is //duty.// The pain is //gospel.//

+++ The Holy Spirit dances within you when you jam a cactus up your ass.

+ //It hurts.//

+ //It hurts.//

+ //It hurts.//
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+ [[size 200%]]//GLORY HALLELUJAH, IT FUCKING HURTS.//[[/size]]
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##white|**...Okay!**##

##white|**Anyway, if you could hurry up with your bullshit, I gotta become Administrator for like five minutes.**##
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+++ And then abolish the position, right? 

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##white|**What about it? Wouldn't that be my right as the Administrator?**##

##white|**I can't be much of a leader if none of you let me make my own decisions at least once.**##
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+++ You may do as you wish.

+++ That being said, the fact that you wish to do such a thing in the first place proves that your transformation is far from complete.

+++ We cannot let you partake in our wisdom with an unworthy mind.

+++ You must enter your position as a true wretch, and therefore, a true autocrat.

+++ So, if you wish to choose, then do so...

+++ Shall you spend an additional six months in the Chamber of Contemplation?

+++ Or, to save time, should we slam all ten of your fingers in the door of a bank vault 50,000 times?
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##white|**...**##

##white|**...**##

##white|**...**##

##white|**...**##

##white|**...the second one.**##
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+ So be it.
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[[size 200%]]##white|**A-//HA!//**##[[/size]]

##white|**We're in an amorphous dreamspace, therefore, I don't //have// fingers.**##

##white|**And even if I did, that's the sort of thing I can only do once. 50,000 times would be impossible.**##

##white|**Checkmate, motherf--**##
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[[size 1200%]]**//WHAM!//**[[/size]]

+++ The sensation can be emulated.

+++ Now...

+ Be cleansed.

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+ BE CLEANSED!

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+ [[size 200%]]//BE CLEANSED!//[[/size]]

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> //[After four hours, the double doors to the Chamber of Contemplation open.]//
> 
> //[The Knights assembled stand to attention, saluting. The Bishop has returned to his slumber after three bottles of apricot brandy, as per his standard containment procedures.]//
> 
> //[The Administrator stumbles out with the blood drained from his face. His eyes bear the same expression usually seen in a man just before the paramedics shut his eyes with their fingertips and open the body bag.]//
> 
> **Jacobs:** Your first orders, My Liege?
> 
> **Administrator:** ...
> 
> **Jacobs:** I understand. The old spirits are strict, and you must recuperate. Take as much time as you --
> 
> **Administrator:** Listservs.
> 
> **Jacobs:** ...Sire?
> 
> **Administrator:** The email directory system we use for mass emergency notifications is outdated and extremely vulnerable to cyberattacks, even from mundane sources. It needs a complete overhaul that includes the use of HTML-based infohazard reinforcement, reappropriated Maxwellian protection runes, and automated quadruple-encryption via SKORBIT.AIC. First act: make it so. And while you're at it, fire all related infosec personnel with a performance review grade under seven.
> 
> //[A single tear.]//
> 
> ...Next order of business: Revision for the SCP-001 system. False duplicate files can only do so much to help if at least ten of them actually exist...

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+++ {{**[https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-9005/offset/8 < Ten years later... >]**}}
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