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[[include :scp-wiki:theme:foxtrot hidetitle=a]] [[module CSS]] .chat {float: center; border: solid 2px #000000; width: 88%; padding: 1px 15px; margin: 10px auto; box-shadow: 0 1px 3px rgba(0,0,0,.5)} [[/module]] [[div class="blockquote"]] [[=]] TRANSCRIPT ------ **Location:** Site-01, Secure Council Chamber **Subject:** Dr. Andrew Jacobs **Attending:** O5-3 through O5-9, Dr. Andrew Jacobs ------ [[/=]] **O5-3:** Dr. Jacobs, take your seat. This is not a debate. You are here to answer. **Jacobs:** Understood. **O5-3:** We'll dispense with pleasantries. Three civilians expired under your supervision during your experiment. The record shows escalating distress, manifested hostile activity, and repeated urging from your staff to intervene. Yet you withheld action. Why? **Jacobs:** Because reaction is surrender. The anomaly was dictating terms, when to panic, when to act, when to believe its inevitability. The Foundation does not negotiate with anomalous instructions. If I had opened that letter, it would have been complicity. **O5-8:** Complicity? They died screaming. **Jacobs:** And if I had obeyed, the precedent would be worse. Today, a letter demands my compliance. Tomorrow, it demands yours. You want to teach it obedience, not obedience to it. **O5-9:** You gamble with human lives over something you do not understand. You speak as though you know what could possibly be operating behind the scenes. This is all speculation. **Jacobs:** I operate within the mandate of the Foundation! Secure and contain first. Protect last. **O5-4:** That mandate does not absolve recklessness. Researcher Sato made repeated attempts to correct you. As did your task force. You silenced them. **Jacobs:** They were emotional. They saw suffering and wanted it to stop. I saw a system probing for weakness. If it learns that escalation gets results, we lose containment. **O5-6:** How hypocritical of you to call them emotional after threatening your researcher when you weren't getting your way. **O5-4:** What you call "containment" appears indistinguishable from negligence. **O5-8:** Indeed. Your first civilian's letter could've been prevented if you had had the sense to just put them behind a wall. **Jacobs:** Call it what you like. But you didn't have a single data point of what happens if we refuse. Now you do. That knowledge is invaluable. **O5-9:** And the cost? **Jacobs:** Three civilians. Statistically insignificant compared t-- **O5-8:** Watch your words, Jacobs, those were people. Not variables. **Jacobs:** People die in our work every day. What matters is that their deaths clarified the anomaly. **O5-6:** How dare you? Do you think that those people die without reason? **O5-3:** Enough. Here is the reality: your fixation on control blinded you to consequence. You were told this was not a debate. You will not dictate to us. **O5-4:** Now then, what caused you to open the envelope after rebuffing everyone around you beforehand? **Jacobs:** I... I had realized that the room had stopped being a laboratory and was becoming a morgue. I made a judgment call to gain information that might stop the cascade. **O5-7:** I must say that it appears you had a substantial amount of time to make that "judgment call" and yet continued to stall. **Jacobs:** Until then, I believed waiting was the only way to establish dominance. Every second I held out was proof that it could not bend me. **O5-8:** And every second you delayed was another step toward their deaths. **Jacobs:** You think I didn't know that? I watched them choking on their own terror! I heard them scream. Do you think I'm made of stone? **O5-6:** Then take responsibility! Why sit on your hands if you knew all along? You were a child acting defiant when there were lives in your hands! **Jacobs:** Because someone has to! Someone has to say no. You don't teach the anomaly that panic wins. You don't give it the satisfaction. **O5-3:** Quiet! Dr. Jacobs, we will not proceed until you formally take responsibility for the decisions that led to the deaths of three civilians. Speak plainly: did you make choices that directly contributed to those deaths? //<Jacobs's hands tremble as he gulps.>// **Jacobs:** Yes. I made decisions that led to their deaths. I accept responsibility for those decisions. **O5-4:** Now... what was in this letter addressed to you? It does not appear to be within the incident log. **Jacobs:** It said... //<Jacobs pauses. The chamber falls into hush as the Overseers stare at him expectantly.>// **Jacobs:** It said, "you waited too long." //<The Overseers murmur over each other.>// **O5-7:** A mockery, then. **O5-8:** More like a mirror. **O5-4:** And what did you learn from that? Did it clarify the anomaly? Did it help us contain it? **Jacobs:** I learned that... it was watching. It was watching me hesitate. **O5-6:** So your grand stance of defiance cost three lives, just so you could capitulate regardless. **Jacobs:** //<quietly>// Maybe. Maybe I was wrong. But I made the call because someone had to. Sato and the others would have torn it open the moment it hit the floor. If anyone was going to be complicit, it had to be me. **O5-9:** Now you act the hero. The scapegoat. And we are left with a researcher who cannot tell if he stood firm or simply froze. //<The chamber stills, and the Overseers begin to talk amongst themselves.>// **O5-3:** ...You will retain your position provisionally. But oversight of 9080 is no longer yours alone. Researcher Sato will be elevated to co-lead. Every decision passes through both of you. **Jacobs:** ...You're rewarding her insubordination. **O5-6:** Have you learned nothing? We are counterbalancing your stubbornness. That is all. Consider yourself //extremely// lucky we have done nothing more. **O5-3:** Begone. [[/div]] [[=]] . @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ . @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ . @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ [[/=]] [[div class="chat"]] [[=]] **Site-96 Group Communications Log** [[/=]] ------ **<Dr. A. Jacobs>:** O5s just finished dragging me across coals. Sato and I are co-leads from now on for 9080. **<Rsr. S. Sato>:** Oh cool, I already drafted up the next test protocols while you were busy getting yelled at **<Rsr. S. Sato>:** We haven't ruled out reality warpers yet so I think we should get a chance to X that out **<Dr. A. Jacobs>:** Curious how you intend to prove your hypothesis without live variables. **<Rsr. S. Sato>:** Well, the letters just slip by everyone, and they've started to appear out of nowhere, and you don't need me to remind you about those synced up reactions from the civilians. It's just a thought **<Rsr. S. Sato>:** And what do you mean without live variables they literally are alive **<Dr. A. Jacobs>:** You're chasing the reality-bender specter. Everything anomalous becomes a Type Green if you squint hard enough. **<Rsr. C. Campbell>:** i don't think it's paranoia if the evidence is literally rewriting itself in front of us. **<Rsr. S. Sato>:** It's not a big deal. We just run it, check the yes or no box and move on with our information **<Dr. A. Jacobs>:** Information like? **<Rsr. S. Sato>:** Hume readings, etc. If letters still appear out of thin air when we do this, then we can rule out a bunch of stuff **<Rsr. C. Campbell>:** that also gives me medical baselines for the subjects. if their hume exposure deviates during manifestation or prediction fulfillment, we'll know whether the anomaly's tugging reality or not. **<Dr. A. Jacobs>:** Anchors risk contaminating the chamber. Any interference changes conditions. **<Rsr. S. Sato>:** That's the point. If this whole thing collapses under SRA stabilization, then we've got a lead into reality bending. If it ignores anchors entirely, that's evidence too **<Dr. A. Jacobs>:** And if it adapts? If it escalates because we resisted? **<Rsr. S. Sato>:** Then maybe I'll just open the letter **<Dr. A. Jacobs>:** Whatever **<Rsr. S. Sato>:** **__@ccampbell__** I think three SRAs and a Kant counter will be good for this **<Dr. A. Jacobs>:** You're enjoying this. **<Rsr. S. Sato>:** I'm enjoying the thought of not having a room full of paper and corpses **<Rsr. C. Campbell>:** alright, i'll make the request for the equipment if that's alright **__@ajacobs__** **<Dr. A. Jacobs>:** Do it. But the data better be worth the theatrics. ------ [[/div]] [[=]] . @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ . @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ . @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ [[/=]] **Addendum 9080.4:** Testing Logs [[div class="blockquote"]] **Date:** September 9th, 20██ **Location:** Site-96, Testing Room B2 **Procedure:** Various SCP-9080 instances and recipients are to be placed individually inside of the center of a testing chamber with three Scranton Reality Anchors (SRAs) bordering it. A Kant counter is to be used in order to determine the Hume levels of instances and during prediction fulfillments. **Participants:** MTF Eta-96: * Eta-96/Alpha ("Atropos") * Eta-96/Bravo ("Lachesis") * Eta-96/Charlie ("Clotho") Researchers: * Senior Researcher Dr. Andrew Jacobs * Researcher Sunny Sato * Researcher Carolyn Campbell * Researcher Marceline McQueen * Junior Researcher Avery Harrell Civilians: * Simon Ibad, 24 * Morgan Kelliher, 22 * Marcus Cartwright, 18 ------ **Procedure:** An SCP-9080 instance with an already fulfilled prediction was placed inside the chamber. **Result:** Hume levels did not fluctuate from baseline. **Procedure:** Instance with a prediction set to happen in 1 hour was placed inside the chamber. **Result:** No Hume fluctuation detected. **Procedure:** Above instance was left inside chamber as the prediction inside was occurring. **Result:** No Hume fluctuation detected. **Procedure:** Inst-- ------ //<Jacobs moves an SCP-9080 instance off of the table as Sato begins to reach for it.>// **Jacobs:** I don't think this is getting us anywhere. I don't think the letters that are already made are going to show up on the counter. **Sato:** Just being thorough. **Jacobs:** It gets to a point, don't you think? **Sato:** Hey, one of you, //<Sato gestures towards the MTF squad>// let's get a civilian in here. //<Lachesis escorts Ibad into the testing chamber.>// ------ **Procedure:** Ibad is brought inside the chamber as his instance's prediction is set to occur within 5 minutes. **Prediction:** "Today, at 1:02 PM, I'll let you hear your father's voice again. Just remember that Mom will always be here." **Result:** Within the chamber, a baritone voice is heard faintly calling "Simon?" from an unknown source. Voice identified by Ibad as his deceased father. No Hume fluctuation detected. **Procedure:** Kelliher is br-- ------ **Sato:** Wait-wait-wait-wait. Do you see that? //<From outside, Sato points at a ceiling tile within the testing chamber. The researchers gather around her.>// **Jacobs:** What am I looking at? **Campbell:** I don't see anything. **Sato:** There's like... some kind of light? Hey, Marcie, anything on the counter? **McQueen:** Mm-mm. **Sato:** Avery, get in there. **Harrell:** What? Why me? **Sato:** Just kidding. Could one of you Fates check the ceiling tile there? **Lachesis:** I got it. //<Lachesis enters the chamber and looks up, then walks out.>// **Lachesis:** I don't see anything. Do you want me to grab a ladder or something? **Sato:** Nevermind. Let's just move on. ------ **Procedure:** Kelliher is brought inside as her prediction is set to occur seemingly as soon as its condition is fulfilled. **Prediction:** "Don't sit down. The chair will break. I don't want you to hurt yourself, baby." **Result:** See below. ------ **Campbell:** So, if she doesn't sit, do you think she'll just be, like, given a stroke or something so she does? **Jacobs:** We could bind her to a vertical bed. **Harrell:** Maybe it'll just break anyway. **Sato:** I mean, there's no chair in there. Maybe the chair is metaphorical? **McQueen:** Um... does mine count? **Harrell:** Oh, right. Should we switch it out? **Sato:** Eh. It doesn't say "don't sit on that chair." It says "//the// chair." It's probably already picked one. **Jacobs:** Don't start handwaving. At the very least, you should probably stand up, McQueen. **Sato:** Why don't we just have her sit on the floor? Remove the obvious risk. **Jacobs:** I don't know. I feel nervous about the phrasing. What if it's referencing the chair of a project or research team or something? **Sato:** I don't think it's going to come for you. **Jacobs:** That's not the point. **Sato:** It's been literal all this time. I don't think it'll be too subtle now. We just have to-- Hey! //<Kelliher begins to sit cross-legged on the floor, but Lachesis grabs her under her shoulders and stops her midway. Everyone watches in silence.>// **Harrell:** Well, she hasn't finished sitting yet. **Campbell:** What'd you do that for? **Kelliher:** It's just what we were all talking about... **Sato:** Andy, do you think we should just get it over with? I think at some point, something is just going to make her sit anyway. **Jacobs:** It's Dr. Jacobs. But... I suppose we should. Our objective isn't to resist. Just to measure the readings... //<Sato nods at Lachesis. Lachesis lowers Kelliher onto the ground to sit.>// **Harrell:** So... //<A loud metallic crack echoes in the room. McQueen's chair collapses inward on itself, both front legs bending cleanly outward. McQueen and Harrell, standing beside it, flinch away.>// **McQueen:** HEY! **Jacobs:** //<quietly>// Told you. **Harrell:** You glad you stood up? **McQueen:** I may never sit again. **Sato:** Prediction fulfilled... subject safe... chair deceased. **Jacobs:** Mark this down too. Lachesis lowered her onto the ground, so it was satisfied without direct interaction. **Sato:** Marcie, was there anything on the counter? **McQueen:** ...No. //<The participants sit in silence before Sato appears to become agitated.>// **Sato:** Alright, one of you Fates actually grab a ladder or a step stool or something. This light is pissing me off. //<Clotho goes to retrieve a ladder while Jacobs pulls Sato aside.>// **Jacobs:** Are you alright? Do you feel lightheaded or anything like that? I must say that you are seemingly the only one seeing this supposed light. **Sato:** I'm fine, man. I feel fine. There's just something there. **Jacobs:** And you're sure it isn't a reflection? The chamber lights, maybe? **Sato:** I don't know. It's like a pinhole flashlight right in the corner of that tile. It's been there since Ibad went in. **Jacobs:** Do you really need to do this right now? Our tests are not covering whatever you think you're seeing. We still have another civilian to test. **Sato:** What is that supposed to mean? **Jacobs:** It means that we don't have time for whatever breakdown you're having right now. **Sato:** I'm not even going to entertain what you just said. **Campbell:** You're still on about the ceiling? **Sato:** Yes, Carolyn. Still on about the ceiling. //<Clotho returns dragging a step ladder, unfolding it with a loud click. Lachesis steadies it.>// **Clotho:** Alright. Where do you want me? **Sato:** //<pointing>// Right under that tile. If there's nothing there, great, I'll shut up. //<Clotho climbs three steps and pushes gently at the tile. It flexes upward a few millimeters. There does not appear to be a light or light source. >// **Clotho:** Looks normal from up here. Just dust. **Sato:** ...It's still there. //<Sato walks into the testing chamber, and tilts her head up, staring at the opened tile. For a heartbeat, nothing happens. Suddenly, a plain white envelope drifts down like a leaf, spiraling through the air until it taps Sato squarely on the forehead and lands in her hand. Every researcher freezes. The Kant counter does not show any Hume fluctuation.>// **Jacobs:** Oh, Lord. **Harrell:** What does it say? **Sato:** "To Sunny Sato, from Mom." Of course. **McQueen:** Mom? As in...? **Sato:** Not mine. It's just "Mom". Did no one brief you on this? **Jacobs:** Sato, don't--just hand it to me. Protocol. **Sato:** What protocol? I'm already holding it. If it was going to do something, it already has. **Jacobs:** We don't know that. Don't be stubborn. **Sato:** We've been testing it for a while now, Andy. You think this is an accident? **Harrell:** Are you going to open it? **Sato:** I don't really have... a reason to right now. **Campbell:** Well, it appeared out of the ceiling just for you. That's a reason. **Jacobs:** That's not a reason, that's bait. **Harrell:** Feels like we're all in the splash zone. **Sato:** //<turning the envelope over in her hands>// Looks the same as all the others. **Jacobs:** Sato. Sunny. Do not-- **Sato:** You know what? I'm not waiting around. I've had enough. //<Sato slides her fingers under the envelope's flap and rips it open. She unfolds the letter within, keeping it angled so that only she can see what is written inside.>// **Sato:** Huh. **Jacobs:** Why would you do that? Do you ever listen, Sato? I knew it. I even said to the Overseers, "Sato would've just torn--" **Sato:** Hey. It says: "You've stood where you weren't told to stand. You've looked up when you weren't told to look. The next part is yours to choose." **Harrell:** That's it? **Sato:** It's more than most get. **Campbell:** "Yours to choose" sounds like it's waiting for you to do something. **Jacobs:** Which is exactly why you better not. **Sato:** Andy, it's been pushing people onto rails this whole time. This is the first open-ended letter it's ever given. It's more like an invitation than a prediction. **Jacobs:** Stop. You don't address it like it's just any other person. You're going to do something we can't reverse! **Sato:** We already did. We've been reading its letters. We've been putting its recipients in our rooms. And now we're getting the RSVP. **Jacobs:** You're not funny, Sato! This isn't your playground! You don't get to act like you don't have a responsibility in this because you've been noticed by this thing! Do you think that I just abandoned reason so I could go and rip open some anomalous letter, just because it had my name on it?! //<Sato looks up into the ceiling.>// **Sato:** If this is "Mom"... then... I'm here. I want to talk... **Jacobs:** You... you may be the co-lead on this project, but I am still the commander of the task force. You... are going to hand over the letter, otherwise you will be constituting a containment breach. Do you understand, Researcher Sato? //<Sato does not move.>// **Jacobs:** You must be insane. Fates. Raise your weapons. //<Atropos, Lachesis, and Clotho form a triangle around Sato and point their rifles at her.>// **Jacobs:** Last. Warning. You are operating against the mandate of the Foundation. **Sato:** We've spoken and negotiated with many anomalies before. This is just... the next step towards containment. **Jacobs:** You don't understand what this even is. What it could be. This is not your choice to make. Drop the letter. **Sato:** Neither do you. //<Sato remains still. Everyone in the room looks on with bated breath.>// [[=]] @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ **.** @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ **.** @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ **.** @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ [[/=]] //<Sato suddenly raises her hand towards the ceiling.>// **Jacobs:** Sh-- //<As soon as Jacobs speaks, [https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-9080/offset/3 Sato disappears.]>// [[/div]]