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[[# anchor-8]]

**Director’s Note:** The following addenda cover a timespan of ~23 years from 1946-1969 and concern the personal developments of SCP-001, SCP-001’s role within the UNGOC, and the geo-socio-political relevance of SCP-001 to the function of Pentagram and its influence on the United States Government within this period. The core conceit around the following addenda is contextualizing the personal diaries of CEO Ella Haugen with existing archival records. 

Video logs contained within these addenda occur over a wide timespan during which there was rapid development of CCTV camera system technologies. For Overseers or level-5 personnel reviewing this document who may be suspicious of the authenticity of the footage provided, there is a 2-3 decade gap in technology between well-funded private anomalous organizations and publicly available technology. 

**Addendum 8:** 1946-1949

[[div class="estrella-paper weathered"]]

[[=]]
[[image https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/art:goc-logos/Silicon-Nornir.png style="height:150px;"]]
**Access provided by the Silicon Nornir archives.**
[[/=]]

**Personal Diary of Speaker Ella Haugen, CEO of the Cult of the Nornir, December 1949**

Here we go, I picked up a new little pocket diary, and I’m determined to finally make use of it. It’s only what, the fifth time? But this time I’m sure it will stick. 

I’m happy to say after three years, construction has finished on the first residential complexes within Eurtec. Surprisingly, the construction itself wasn’t the biggest barrier. It took a year to completely clear the local flora and fauna out of the entire area, the mages needed to anchor the whole space for proper human habitation. This is going to make harvesting the silicon, rare earth metals, and gemstones more challenging than initially thought. We’ll have to open dedicated mining facilities and anchor them. 

The problem with using a foreign, conceptual entity's pocket space, as we figured out, was that anchoring alone wasn't enough to keep the underworld out. It took another year to erect the perimeter walls.

The GOC built us a temporary complex in Oslo, so we stayed there initially. We eventually decided to return to the country estates with the Seeress in tow when it became clear Eurtec’s construction was a more complicated matter than initially projected. 

In other circumstances I might have been livid, but the Seeress’s predictions were already paying dividends. We’ve quintupled our yearly profits through her passive divinations. They’re going to emblazon my name on every piece of corporate property for the rest of the Cult’s eternal existence for recovering the Last Norn. 

But despite our indicators of success, these early years have not been easy, and the decision to move out of Oslo was instigated by many other factors. The Seeress’s time with the Obskurakorps and then her time in Oslo University Hospital had a profound effect on her psychology. We tried to give her her own room at first, and that did not go well. 

[[tabview]]
[[tab Video Log Excerpts: Oslo Nornir Cult Compound, January 3rd, 1946]]

**Log 1 | January 3rd, 1946:** 

**2000:** SCP-001 is brought into a small furnished apartment with comfortable amenities. Speaker Ella and Speaker Edvard are in the doorframe. They spend approximately twenty minutes helping SCP-001 walk around and navigate the apartment’s interior, including having the entity touch appliances and obstacles to its navigation. There were no cameras in the bathroom. After this initial tour, Speaker Ella guides it into the bedroom and assists it with undressing off camera in the restroom.  Speaker Ella and the entity remain out of sight for approximately thirty minutes.

**2030-2100:** Speaker Ella and SCP-001 emerge from the bathroom. SCP-001’s hair is wet and Ella helps it wrap its hair in a towel. Ella helps SCP-001 into the bed and layers the covers atop it carefully once its hair is dried.

**2105:** Speaker Ella sits with SCP-001 for an additional ten minutes. Their lips move but no audio recording device compliments existing footage. 

**2115:** Speaker Ella departs the bedroom, and the apartment. 

**2120-2230:** SCP-001 spends the next hour and ten minutes rolling back and forth in the bed before it sits up and curls into the fetal position against the backboard. SCP-001 begins showing signs of physical distress, including holding its head, pulling its hair, and rocking back and forth in place.  

**2300:** SCP-001 leaves the bed and crosses the apartment at a fast walk, colliding with several objects including the corners of a kitchen counter and the small dining room table. SCP-001 trips over a chair leg and falls to the ground in a prone position in which it stays for approximately two minutes. 

**2310:** SCP-001 leaves the apartment with a slight limp. In the hallway, the entity moves to Speaker Ella’s apartment door, which it bangs on rapidly. Speaker Ella opens the door, and proceeds to hug SCP-001, before escorting it inside. 

[[/tab]]
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So, we started rotating, letting her stay in our apartments while we tried to find a psychologist or shrink that wasn’t going to throw her in an asylum. 

At first, she couldn’t sleep lying down. 

[[tabview]]
[[tab Video Log Excerpts: Oslo Nornir Cult Compound, January 4th, 1946]]

**Log 2 | January 4th, 1946:**

<**Begin Log**>

**2130-2230:** SCP-001 is in the guest bedroom of Speaker Ella’s apartment in bed. As before, it spends the better part of an hour rolling back and forth across the mattress. 

**2235:** SCP-001 sits up in bed. It presses its back against the backboard and raises its arms above its head in a near identical position in which it was found during the liberation of Hegra Fortress. 

[[div class="blockquote"]]

It’s heartbreaking really. Like all those depictions of Jesus suspended on the cross. 

[[/div]]

**2300-2310:** Ella opens the door to SCP-001’s bedroom, slowly. She steps inside but stops for several seconds. She then turns on the light. Her hand goes to her mouth, and she stands in place for several minutes. SCP-001 does not react. Ella’s hand falls from her mouth. Both of Ella’s hands ball into fists. She turns off the light, shuts the door, and punches the doorframe. She stands there for approximately a minute, shaking the hand that struck the doorframe. 

[[div class="blockquote"]]

Nazi fucks must have kept her in that position, with that vile machine’s wires tied up in her nervous system for years. They probably didn’t let her move or change position.

[[/div]]

**2310-0000:** Ella walks into the kitchen and pulls out a glass bottle. She unscrews the top and pours a small glass of clear liquid. She then returns to the door, bottle and glass in hand. She turns, presses her back against it, and slides down to the floor. She sits with her back against the door for the next hour, drinking from the glass and refilling it before slumping sideways, presumably unconscious. 

<**End Log**>

[[/tab]]
[[/tabview]]

Then there were the phones.

[[tabview]]
[[tab Video Log Excerpts: Oslo Nornir Cult Compound, February 7th, 1946]]

**Log 32 | February 7th, 1946:**

<**Begin Log**> 

**1000-1005:** Speaker Ella, SCP-001, and Speaker Edvard are in Ella’s apartment within Oslo. A wall mounted rotary phone is situated behind SCP-001. Edvard and Ella are speaking to SCP-001 and gesturing at several vanilla folders full of paper documents. Ella is wearing spectacles and there is an abacus on the table.

[[div class="blockquote"]]

We think it’s because there was a phone where they kept her in the bunker. 

[[/div]]

**1006-1008:** SCP-001 suddenly stops moving. Its eyes widen and its hands shake. Abruptly, it moves from the chair, knocking it back and over with enough force for it to hit the wall. Ella and Edvard flinch. SCP-001 runs through the guest bedroom and into the bathroom where the door is slammed hard enough to vibrate the camera. Ella and Edvard remain in place for several minutes. 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
She came to associate it with the next round of Nazi abuse. 
[[/div]]

**1010:** Edvard gets up and picks up the phone. He speaks into the receiver while Ella begins searching the apartment for SCP-001.

> The payphones within the critical isolation ward were also next to her room. The nurses said that her abusers may have used payphone communication when other staff got suspicious. 

**1015-1100:** Ella discovers the guest bathroom door closed and apparently locked as she tries the handle several times. She spends the next forty-five minutes standing or sitting next to the door and talking to SCP-001 inside. Edvard joins her after hanging up the phone, fifteen minutes later. 

**1110-1115:** SCP-001 emerges from the bathroom an hour after it entered. Its clothes and hair are soaked. Ella takes it back into the bathroom and shuts the door. Edvard leaves the guest room. In the main area he stares at a GOC propaganda poster on the wall while making obscene hand gestures for the next five minutes. 

**1115-1145:** Eventually, Edvard returns to the kitchen, where he pulls out a bottle of amber liquid and a small glass. He spends the next twenty-five minutes drinking from and refilling the small glass. At 1140 hours SCP-001 and Ella emerge from the bathroom, the former in clean, dry clothing with brushed hair. Ella takes the bottle from Edvard, and they gesture at each other rapidly for the next five minutes. The phrase no sedatives is written on a piece of paper and held up by Ella. She gestures to it with emphasis. Edvard says something and SCP-001 becomes immediately distressed, fleeing to the bathroom again. 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
Edvard’s told me she does much the same in his apartment. How human cruelty has damaged her has affected him just as much as it is me. 
[[/div]]

**1145-1345:** Ella and Edvard make big, sweeping gestures at each other while yelling for the next five minutes. Several of the vanilla folders are knocked onto the floor scattering papers everywhere. Ella then spends five minutes with her face pressed into her hands as Edvard throws his hands up and goes to the guest room’s bathroom door. Ella eventually joins him. Together they spend the next two hours repeating the process of getting SCP-001 out of the bathroom, showered, dried, and into clean clothes. They then return to what they were doing before the phone rang. 

<**End Log**>

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[[/tabview]]

She couldn’t bathe herself for months without breaking down into sobs.

We never were able to find a psychologist that was right for her, but thankfully the Seeress started improving after about six months bouncing between us night to night. 

[[tabview]]
[[tab Video Log Excerpts: Oslo Nornir Cult Compound, August, 1946]]

**Foreword:** In May of 1946, audio recording technology was integrated into existing camera systems.

**Log 211 | August 18th-19th , 1946:**

<**Begin Logs**>

**1945-2000:** SCP-001 is tucked into bed by Speaker Ella, and the lights are turned off. 

**2000-2210:** SCP-001 lays in bed and eventually begins slow rotations of rolling back and forth while asleep. Ella opens the door at 2200 and spends several minutes in the darkness. When she emerges from the room, she has purple bags under her eyes and her shoulders are relaxed. 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
The first time I saw her actually lying down asleep, I thought we were really at the cusp of moving past it all. 
[[/div]]

**2210-0000:** SCP-001 remains asleep for another hour before she begins rapidly rolling back and forth again. At 0000 hours on August 19th, she sits up and then falls asleep in the upright position. 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
I remember walking in later that night and feeling nothing but defeat. 
[[/div]]

**0100-0130:** Speaker Ella opens the door to the guest room again, sees SCP-001 in the upright position, and closes the door. She spends the next thirty minutes sitting in front of the door with a bottle of amber liquid while drinking from and refilling a small glass. She alternates between uttering obscenities and sobbing.

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**Log 213 | August 20th , 1946:**

**1100-1110:** Ella and Edvard are speaking with SCP-001 while gesturing towards a bound book full of graph paper. SCP-001 either bobs or shakes their head when asked questions at irregular intervals. 

**1110-1120:** The phone begins to ring. SCP-001 stops moving and is stiff. Its hands shake, it begins breathing heavily and it rocks in place, but it does not run from the room. Ella reaches over and places one hand atop SCP-001’s, which causes the entity to startle in place. Edvard answers the phone. 

**1120-1135:** Ella shifts her chair closer to SCP-001 and whispers to it for the next fifteen minutes while Edvard talks on the phone. 

**1140:** Edvard hangs up the phone and asks “Seeress, do you want a dose of sedatives to help with the nerves?” 

**1141:** Ella looks at Edvard and opens her mouth. SCP-001 then responds by saying: “N-n-no. If I can survive the roaring flame and blades of betrayal earned for another, I can survive the ringing of a bell.” 

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**Log 220 | 1100 hours August 27th , 1946:**

//Ella and SCP-001 are alone in the apartment. SCP-001 is reading a braille book on Celtic Mythology.//

**Speaker Ella:** Seeress, it’s about time for lunch. Do you want to bathe first?

//SCP-001 closes the book and sets it on the table.//

**SCP-001:** Yes, I think that would be for the best. 

**Speaker Ella:** Alright then, come on, and let’s get you to the bath. 

**SCP-001:** Actually, Ella, I believe I can handle my own bath ritual moving forward. I have been an imposition for long enough and should, no, need to begin reclaiming my autonomy. 

//Ella has circled around the table to help SCP-001 get up from the chair but stops in place. Ella’s face briefly changes expression but is indiscernible due to footage quality.//

[[div class="blockquote"]]
On one hand, I am glad she is beginning to reclaim her independence, but on the other hand, admittedly, the baths may be the part I miss most.
[[/div]]

**Speaker Ella:** Are you sure? It is not an imposition to me, I promise.

**SCP-001:** Careful or I will begin to believe you enjoy bathing me. 

//Ella laughs.//

**Speaker Ella:** Well, far be it from me to go against the wishes of the Norn. 

//SCP-001’s hands shake but it smiles slowly.//

**SCP-001:** I appreciate your discretion. But… some things still lay beyond me. Would you be so kind as to lay out the clothing and towels?

**Speaker Ella:** Of course. I’ll make sure they are easy to reach and in a place you’ll find them. If you need anything else while you’re in the bath, please don’t hesitate to call for me?

//Ella begins walking towards the guest room.// 

**SCP-001:** I will, and, Ella?

//Ella stops in the doorframe of the guest room.// 

**Speaker Ella:** Yes, Seeress?

**SCP-001:** May I have a glass of chocolate milk while in the bath?

[[div class="blockquote"]]
Yet, it reminded me of my daughter. 
[[/div]]

//Ella smiles, nods, and walks out of sight of the main area’s camera. She pauses in the guest room and picks up a framed picture of a little girl on the drawer and looks at it for several minutes.//

> But it also inspired some new feelings that I don’t think I’d ever had before, something deep.

<**End Logs**>
[[/tab]]
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What I didn’t miss was the weeping. 

It felt and still feels so strange for a sacred divinity like her to be so surprisingly, well, human. Is that blasphemous?

I couldn’t be sure anymore. 

But there were other things to worry about as well. 

Like Colonel Bowe and his intrusions.  

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+ {{Video Log Excerpt: Predictive Session, January 1947}}
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<**Begin Log**> 

//SCP-001, Speaker Ella, and Speaker Edvard are in Ella’s apartment. Ella is leaning forwards in the chair, looking down at a paper document. Edvard is sitting upright in the chair, one hand on the table. He is tapping his fingers and staring at the door while frowning. SCP-001 is drawing on a sheet of paper with a pencil.//

//There’s a loud pounding on the door, startling SCP-001 and Ella but not Edvard. It is followed by the voice of Colonel Bowe.//

**Colonel Bowe:** Speakers of the Cult of the Nornir, this is Colonel Bowe of the Threat Assessment Committee. I am notifying you of my arrival as is required for all mandatory predictive sessions as stated in subsection 13, line 36 of the Beneficial Entity Oversight Agreement. Pursuant with required cooperation protocol regulation 344, you have exactly one minute to open the door. If you do not, we must assume that the Cult of the Nornir has been compromised or incapacitated by a hostile threat entity posing as a beneficial asset and are required to break down the door and storm the apartment.

[[div class="blockquote"]]
My first thought was, is he standing there with the regulations book in his hands reading it, or does he really have all that memorized? My second thought was, how does he manage to make reading out regulation so entitled.
[[/div]]

//Ella rises from her seat and starts to open the door.//

**Speaker Ella:** Would it kill him to ask politely to enter?

**SCP-001:** He arrives exactly on the mark of the ticking hand. 

**Speaker Edvard:** Military types are either extremely punctual to the millisecond or an hour late. No in-between. This one just happens to be both punctual, a bigoted asshole, and a stickler for citing exactly how he’s empowered to be a bigoted asshole.

//When Ella starts to open the door, it is slammed into the wall by two men with Thompson sub-machine guns, which knocks her into the wall. They nearly trample Ella as they enter the room. Edvard stands abruptly, causing his chair to rock violently to the point it almost falls over. Colonel Bowe and several other men in uniform carrying a mixture of M1 garands and sub-machine guns then enter. Colonel Bowe’s hands are clasped behind his back.// 

**Speaker Edvard:** What in the Hel! 

**Colonel Bowe:** Is there a problem, Speaker Edvard?

//Edvard moves to help Ella; who is rubbing the shoulder that was shoved into the wall by the force of the opening door. SCP-001 sits very still, other than its hands which have begun to shake.//

**Speaker Edvard:** You’re damn right there is! Your men nearly trampled Ella! You put a massive dent in the wall that we’re going to have to have fixed! What right do you have to threaten to knock down our door, and then shove your way into the apartment without permission?

**Colonel Bowe:** I think you’ll find we are operating well within acceptable parameters.

**Speaker Edvard:** You call this within acceptable parameters?

//Edvard gestures to the dent in the wall and the guards with weapons. Colonel Bowe looks at the dent in the wall, but his expression remains neutral. He then looks back at Edvard.//

**Colonel Bowe:** I am empowered by the GOC charter and the Threat Assessment Committee to employ whatever means necessary to ensure the continued cooperation and security of a beneficial entity in the use of their anomalous capacity to pursue GOC interests. Feel free to submit a complaint to my superior if you feel I am acting outside my authority.

//Colonel Bowe smiles at Edvard. Edvard curls his fingers into a fist and uncurls them several times. His face is red.//

**Speaker Edvard:** I certainly will. 

//Colonel Bowe yawns and then looks at a watch on his wrist.//

**Colonel Bowe:** You do that. Now, if there’s no other complaints you wish to voice, please return to your seats and get whatever the boy needs to do his prophesizing. I’m on a timetable and time is wasting.

[[div class="blockquote"]]
It is infuriating how this man calls the Seeress he or it, never she.
[[/div]]

//Colonel Bowe pulls out a long sheet of paper and produces a pair of spectacles from a glasses case stored in one pocket. They briefly turn a shade of crimson before it fades. Ella and Edvard stare at him for several seconds before moving to the kitchenette. They begin preparing a pitcher of chocolate milk and a beef and cabbage sandwich for SCP-001. Ella briefly disappears into the main bedroom bath and remerges with a bucket. SCP-001 remains seated. It slowly rocks in place, hands shaking. Its eyes are closed. As they return to the table, Bowe takes a seat opposite SCP-001.// 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
It doesn’t matter the context; it’s every single form of communication imaginable.
[[/div]]

**Colonel Bowe:** Jones, make sure he’s awake.

[[div class="blockquote"]]
It’s not just communication though. We’ve, at several times, caught changes to her paper documentation and the special instructions for her handling should she need to be evaluated at headquarters. He keeps adding instructions that she must use the men’s bathroom, that she is to be provided with only men’s clothing, that her hair needs to be cut. 
[[/div]]

**Speaker Edvard:** What?

[[div class="blockquote"]]
And then he started to get physical with her, and I could feel my rage burning like the heat of a million suns.
[[/div]]

//A soldier standing next to the wall moves to SCP-001. He presses the butt of his rifle into SCP-001’s shoulder, several times. He is not gentle. Ella gets up and starts to move around the table, frowning.// 

**Sergeant Jones:** Wake up boy. You’ve got a job to do. 

//SCP-001 jumps up, knocking the chair over. It turns as if to run, and trips on the chair. Bowe watches with a neutral expression. Ella catches the entity and helps it stand back up, speaking to it quietly.//

**Speaker Edvard:** //She// was already awake, and now you’ve spooked her. 

**Colonel Bowe:** Good. She’ll be alert and attentive now. I would say that’s an ideal condition to be in for this, wouldn’t you, speaker?  

//SCP-001 buries its face in Ella’s shoulder. Ella rubs its back and continues whispering. Colonel Bowe watches for approximately one minute while tapping his pen against the table. He frowns and then sighs.// 

**Colonel Bowe:** BCE-001, retake your seat or we’ll have to take you downtown to local administration. I don’t think you want that; it is much less accommodating, and the Speakers won’t be allowed to come.

//Edvard picks up and sets SCP-001’s chair upright. SCP-001 releases Ella slowly and retakes the seat. Its hands continue to shake, and it rocks back and forth in place. Bowe watches it for several seconds before looking back down at the paper.// 

**Colonel Bowe:** Now, there’s a few pressing questions that you never resolved in your Beneficial Assessment.

//SCP-001 does not react.// 

**Colonel Bowe:** What is your true given name? Where did you come from? //Who are you?//[[footnote]]**Director’s Footnote:** For the purposes of most future logs, I will be excluding Bowe’s attempts to get SCP-001 to answer these questions. The questions are identical in each subsequent session, but with increasing degrees of belligerence.[[/footnote]]

//SCP-001 presses her hands to her head.//

**SCP-001:** I have already told you the answers which I cannot give. I have told you the depths of complexity that binds those secrets. 

**Colonel Bowe:** And we are not playing a game of secrets here, young man. I will get an answer out of you.

**Speaker Ella:** Pressing her for an answer isn’t going to get you anywhere, Bowe. 

**Colonel Bowe:** So, if he won’t tell us, I have to assume he’s told you then?

**Speaker Ella:** She’s the last Norn. We don’t need to ask because we know who she is already. Forcing it won’t change the truth.

**Colonel Bowe:** You may buy the lie in the mist of your misguided spiritualism, but I certainly don’t. I can be quite persuasive. 

**Speaker Edvard:** Burn your two hours on this one question then. 

//Colonel Bowe looks at Edvard briefly. He frowns. Bowe taps the pen against the table before speaking again.//

**Colonel Bowe:** Very well, but you should expect the same questions moving forwards until I get a proper answer. 

//Bowe glances down at his list.//

**Colonel Bowe:** With that out of the way, let’s move on to French Indochina.

//Bowe spends the next hour and a half asking SCP-001 to cast predictions for  strategic, economic, and political affairs from his paper list. SCP-001’s physical state slowly deteriorates with each exerted prediction. Power within the apartment flickers erratically each time a prediction is made. At multiple points, Bowe’s facial expression shifts and he writes on the paper list. Edvard remains seated with his arms crossed through much of the period. Edvard’s face is marked by a clenched jaw and stress lines. Ella excuses herself several times to the master bedroom where she becomes increasingly agitated. At some point she returns to the Master Bedroom where she begins violently tearing sheets, blankets and pillows from the bed and punches both the mattress and pillows within easy access. Near the end of the session, Ella is having to wipe blood from under SCP-001’s eyes and vomit from around its mouth.// 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
At first when Bowe was here, he’d ask his questions. She’d answer as many as she could before the physical cost got to her and she collapsed.
[[/div]]

**Colonel Bowe:** I would say this has been quite a productive session, would you not agree, Speakers?

[[div class="blockquote"]]
Anything he didn’t like the answer to, or she didn’t get to answering? Well, it’d come up again the next time he barged in. 
[[/div]]

//Edvard grits his teeth.//

[[div class="blockquote"]]
This man was vile, and I hated him for what he was doing. And whatever I was feeling, Edvard was feeling it ten times more.
[[/div]]

**Speaker Edvard:** That’s one way to put it. 

**Speaker Ella:** Are. You. Done? 

//Bowe taps his pen against the table seven times while looking at SCP-001.//

**Colonel Bowe:** I have three more questions. 

**Speaker Edvard:** You can’t be serious, look at her! She is on the verge of collapse! 

**Colonel Bowe:** And that collapse will be well worth the price, if she wants to continue being a protected individual within the GOC. 

//Ella and Edvard look at each other. Both are grasping either their chairs or the table with a great amount of physical strain. SCP-001 shakes violently in place. Its hands are interlaced into its hair. Its breathing is heavy and ragged. It leans forward, laying its cheek against the wooden table. Ella looks at SCP-001 and then Bowe. She holds up one hand with three fingers raised.// 

**Speaker Ella:** Three. You have three more. Then you leave. If anything happens—

**Colonel Bowe:** You’ll submit a complaint to my superiors. 

//Bowe smiles.//

**Colonel Bowe:** I’m glad we understand each other, Speakers. Now, what I am about to ask about is a state secret. The kind that gets people shot or hung as spies for revealing to the enemy. Do you understand?

//Bowe looks at Edvard and Ella. They both nod slowly.// 

**Colonel Bowe:** Good. 

//Bowe taps the table several more times, looking down at the paper.//

**Colonel Bowe:** Christmas, last year. The Soviets began operation of their first nuclear facility in Moscow. They achieved criticality, something only the U S of A had done till then. Strangely curious that you didn’t predict //that// for the committee, isn’t it, boy? 

//SCP-001 does not respond and is still lying with its head on the table.//

**Colonel Bowe:** Now I want you to tell me, son, do the Soviets have the capacity to build an atom bomb? 

//SCP-001 breathes heavily. It slowly sits up and reaches for its staff. Edvard moves the staff closer, allowing SCP-001 to find it faster.// 

**SCP-001:** In a field of great smoking towers upon the edge of sweeping mounds of earth along a pouring river and the tide of never-ending grass shall arise in the sunken earth a star all its own. Metal burning, the drums of war pounding in the inevitable heat of splitting spheres. Thousands shall come to live and work, poison dumped into rivers and sky, its venom tainting tens of villages until great capsules containing the noxious sludge burst and all would be for not.

[[div class="note"]]
**Director’s Note:** SCP-001 is referring to the A-1 plutonium production facility in Mayak. Mayak produced much of the early material for the Soviet Atomic Bomb program and was also subject to substantial issues with handling and storing toxic waste. In 1957 the Kyshtym disaster released a massive radioactive cloud which disseminated over the Urals.
[[/div]]

[[include component:image-block name=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/Map_of_the_East_Urals_Radioactive_Trace.webp|align=right|caption= Areas affected by the Kyshtym disaster.]]

//SCP-001 bleeds from its eyes and nose. It proceeds to vomit in the bucket that is hastily placed in front of it. It heaves multiple times. Bowe scribbles on the paper rapidly, leaning forwards.// 

**Colonel Bowe:** When will they have a bomb? Surely not before 1954?

**SCP-001:** When war ceases to threaten the land I called home, when the last blood ceases to run the green summer hills. A great thunderclap upon a barren, grassy plain, once ruled by a great man who could not walk but caused the earth to rumble beneath a horde of hooves. Smoke, a ball of fire, poison in the air, and a great stack of mushrooms rising high into the sky. 

//SCP-001 shudders violently. Its face is pale and it sways back and forth. Ella continues to wipe its face with a towel which is now soaked with blood and vomit. She tosses it aside into a basket and retrieves another from the counter before continuing. Edvard’s face is red, and his whole body is tensed.//

**Speaker Ella:** One more, Colonel. No more.

//Bowe clenches his jaw.//

**Colonel Bowe:** I have what I need along this line of questioning and did not need the reminder, Speaker. 

**Speaker Edvard:** You’re leaving as soon as you’re done.

**Colonel Bowe:** Let’s not be hasty. Maybe I’d like a cup of tea and a casual chat to get to know the member organization I’m overseeing.

//Edvard opens his mouth, but Ella puts a hand on his shoulder and shakes her head. He closes it and frowns for several seconds before speaking again through gritted teeth.//

**Speaker Edvard:** I think it would be best for you to leave as soon as we’re done. She will need her rest. 

//Bowe says nothing. He leans back in the chair and watches Ella finish tending to SCP-001. SCP-001 continues to breathe heavily.//

**Colonel Bowe:** Right then, let’s finish, shall we? 

**Speaker Edvard:** The faster the better. 

//Bowe frowns at Edvard for several seconds, before looking back to SCP-001.//

**Colonel Bowe:** Final question for the day, boy. The GOC is putting a lot of eggs into the effort to save China from the communist scourge. We are supplying billions in economic and military aid to the KMT, and we have just learned that both sides have stumbled upon troves of ancient anomalous artifacts. China must not fall, but there are concerns about the merit and integrity of the war effort. So, we need to know whether or not they will stand on their own and when the communists will be crushed.[[footnote]]**Directors Footnote:** In fact at this point the Truman Administration was already strongly doubting the KMTs capacity to win against the communists. George Marshall would give up on negotiations and left the Marshall Commission just a few days later.[[/footnote]]

[[include component:image-block name= https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/Shangtang.webp |align=left|caption=Scene from the Chinese Civil War.]]

//SCP-001 coughs and blood splatters on the table.//

**SCP-001:** A furious dragon shall sweep the land from North to South, tainting that howling river of yellow cream crimson. The fields shall rise like grains of rice and snuff out men who wage war to bring a culture not their own to this ancient place. The fire of freedom and change shall settle in the fifth year of the man named Truman. 

//SCP-001 collapses onto the table, bleeding from eyes and nose. Bowe takes several additional minutes to write everything down. When Ella and Edvard attempt to move SCP-001 they are physically stopped by the soldiers. Bowe waves them away after several seconds.// 
[[div class="blockquote"]]
No matter how hard we tried to support her during the sessions, she always collapsed. 
[[/div]]

**Colonel Bowe:** A very productive first session. Very productive indeed. Such a pleasant experience, Speakers. It could’ve been better, however. If I may offer some feedback?

**Speaker Edvard:** It would be better if you left now.

**Colonel Bowe:** Next time, Earl Grey tea would be quite lovely. Perhaps some pastries too?

//Edvard stares at Bowe. Bowe tucks the pen in his shirt pocket and rises, waving his guards towards the door.// 

**Colonel Bowe:** In any case, I will be back in a month, assuming everything here the boy disclosed was accurate. 

//Bowe leaves the apartment with guards in tow. Once the door has been shut, Edvard and Ella take SCP-001 into the guest bathroom. Edvard exits and returns to the kitchenette pulling out a large glass bottle of amber liquid and two shot glasses. Ella returns to the kitchen shortly after putting SCP-001 to bed and prepares another beef and cabbage sandwich which she takes to SCP-001 in the bedroom before returning to the kitchen again. Edvard hands Ella a shot glass. She takes it.// 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
He is obsessed with her, this strange, twisted need to remind everyone about what is in her pants, and it makes me sick. It wounds her too, I can see it in her eyes, the silence in the evening followed by soft sobs that she doesn’t want us to hear. He pushes her to the brink as an act of humiliation.
[[/div]]

**Speaker Ella:** The audacity of that man to ask us to make //tea// for him. 

**Speaker Edvard:** We have to do something.

**Speaker Ella:** We’ll submit a complaint to everyone relevant. 

**Speaker Edvard:** Ella, are you serious? That’s it? Complaints that will take weeks, months to process? 

**Speaker Ella:** What else do you want to do, Edvard? Shoot the man? 

**Speaker Edvard:** It’s not a half bad suggestion. 

**Speaker Ella:** And then what? The whole GOC will come down on us, and we’ll lose member organization status. Worse, the Americans will come down on us, and we might end up in a prison camp. //With Nazis.//

**Speaker Edvard:** Well, we have to do something. I cannot sit by and watch him do that to her again and again. 

**Speaker Ella:** It’s only once a month. 

**Speaker Edvard:** You can’t be serious. Once a month it’s ok to let him torture her like that? It’s only once a month right now. He could change the rules anytime he wants; he’s lording his authority over us like some sort of despot!

//Ella and Edvard sip from their glasses quietly for several minutes. They do not notice the door to the guestroom open a crack. SCP-001 is leaned against the doorframe, listening to the conversation.// 

**Speaker Ella:** He has all the power over us. Other than complaints, what can we do but  reduce his access?

**Speaker Edvard:** How?

**Speaker Ella:** We take her to the sanctuaries in the countryside. Hopefully, it won’t come to that. The building of Eurtec should proceed at sufficient speed so that we can move into early compounds there soon enough. 

**Speaker Edvard:** That won’t solve the current Bowe problem.

[[div class="blockquote"]]
And yet she never cries in front of Bowe.
[[/div]]

**Speaker Ella:** No, but once Eurtec is built, we will have total control over his access, and we can dictate everything on our terms. Besides, there is no way the GOC will continue to allow these abuses to keep going. 

//Edvard stares into the shot glass for several minutes.// 

**Speaker Edvard:** I hope you’re right. By Gungnir, I hope you are. 

<**End Log**>

[[/div]]

Just to be safe, we began working on the appropriate document submissions for the move to the countryside. We didn’t need to, but it would look better on paper if something were to happen and our hand were to be forced. Or if Bowe decided to try to stop us. In the meantime, when Bowe couldn’t harass the Seeress physically, he would do so by telegram or phone from his headquarters in Oslo. We would just send a runner or telegraph with the Seeress’s latest predictions otherwise. There wasn’t much we could do other than file a complaint with his superiors, and I don’t know what happened with any of those. 

Things went on like this for a while as we waited for the initial completion of Eurtec facilities. 

When he started this whole mess, he made her regress for a month or two in her psychological recovery. 

Right about the time she started improving again and started feeling safe; well, as safe in the space in between his visits as one can feel; is when the Colonel decided that the Seeress was not being as helpful as she could be. 

Then things got worse. 

[[div class="phasebox"]]
[[div  class="oceanliner"]]
+ {{Video Log Excerpt: Predictive Session, August 1947}}
[[/div]]

//SCP-001, Speaker Ella, Speaker Edvard and Colonel Bowe are seated at the dining table in Ella’s apartment. Guards with weapons are present, and the presented video excerpt begins roughly halfway through a two-hour predictive session. SCP-001 is still mostly lucid, though bleeding from its nose. Bowe rises from his seat, he is frowning and rubbing his thumbs together behind his back. His eyes briefly turn a subtle shade of red, as if irritated, before returning to normal.//

**Colonel Bowe:** Now, BCE-001—

//SCP-001 flinches and laces its fingers into its hair. It rocks back and forth in place.// 

**Colonel Bowe:** If you’ll recall, about seven months ago I asked you about China and if our side was going to start winning. Now, I never believed that the negotiations with those damn commies were going to go anywhere, but I relayed your prediction to the Marshall Mission anyways. It sure sounded like the nationalists were winning from your point of view, wouldn’t you say?

//SCP-001 does not respond.//

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

**Colonel Bowe:** Well, in their infinite trust in your wisdom, they decided to continue not selling weapons and aid to the Nationalists for another four months. Four. Months. Do you know what happens when you suspend the supply chain to an ally for four months?

//Bowe leans down next to SCP-001’s ear.//

**Colonel Bowe:** Do you, boy?

//SCP-001 does not respond. Bowe slowly walks to the other side of SCP-001.//

**Colonel Bowe:** Well, then our diplomats decided to tell the commies some reworded form of your prediction in the subtle way that diplomats do things. You know what they told me? The commies looked pleased. Pleased, BCE-001. Now that doesn’t seem right, does it?

//SCP-001 shivers but does not respond. Bowe looms over SCP-001.// 

**Colonel Bowe:** And you want to know what? Here we are, three months later in August, and the Nationalists are starting to lose, bad. We went nearly ten months without giving them anything and now that we are again, it’s all going into the hands of corrupt warlords. Truman’s losing faith in the ROC by the hour. We’re going to lose China; can you imagine that? So, I think you can imagine me sitting here wondering if you didn’t tell me the truth? 

[[include component:image-block name=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/Gu%25C3%25A8rra_Civila_Chinesa_%25281946-1950%2529.webp|align=right|caption=Progression of the Chinese Civil War.]]

//Bowe puts his hands on the back of SCP-001’s chair. Ella and Edvard watch. They sit tensed in their seats. Several seconds pass in silence.// 

**Colonel Bowe:** Boy, are you listening to me? 

//SCP-001 does not respond. Bowe’s hand moves. He grabs SCP-001 before Ella or Edvard can move and yanks it out of the chair. He holds its arm up in a painful position. Ella is then out of her chair, standing still as she stares at Bowe.//

**Colonel Bowe:** Son, don’t you sit there and ignore me when I’m talking to you! 

//Bowe shakes SCP-001 vigorously by the arm. SCP-001 cries out, using its other arm to try to push away and get Bowe to release it. It fails.//

**Colonel Bowe:** Did you lie to me, boy?! I’m growing less amused by this cryptic mystery shit you keep peddling. You are playing with my patience and time by acting like some  ancient Greek Oracle in a fable! You’re a goddamn intelligence asset and your games are threatening national security! I advocated for you behind closed doors because I thought you could be a useful little man. Instead, you’re playing games and making me look like an idiot!

//SCP-001 cries out again. Ella knocks over her chair, and rushes over. She tries to pry Bowe off of SCP-001.// 

**Speaker Ella:** Colonel, you need to release her right now! 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
I could not believe what I was seeing. This bastard was manhandling her. Hurting her now in body as in mind. 
[[/div]]

//One of the guards moves, pressing the barrel of their rifle to the back of Ella’s skull. Ella freezes in place. Edvard shifts as if to stand but stops when another gun barrel is placed against the back of his skull. SCP-001 stops struggling. Its sightless eyes are wide.// 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
I was furious. There was a spell on the tip of my tongue, and then his man points a damn rifle at my skull. 
[[/div]]

**Sergeant Jones:** You make one wrong move, your brains all over this wall.

[[div class="blockquote"]]
And I could do nothing or say nothing because he held all the power of oversight. I felt powerless, more powerless than when the Nazis killed our namesakes the first fucking time. 
[[/div]]

//Bowe turns to Ella, releasing SCP-001 who attempts to flee toward the guest room, but is stopped by one of the guards who bars its path. It collides with him and falls to the floor, curling into the fetal position.// 

**Colonel Bowe:** I am conducting business on behalf of the Council of 108 that is of the highest priority to the security of the organization and geopolitical stability of our world. If I need to get rough with a noncooperating entity, then I will in order to ensure our goals. Interfering is grounds for disciplinary action, Speakers. Interfering could also be considered treason. 

[[include component:image-block name= https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/Nationalist_machine_gunners_during_the_Huaihai_Campaign.webp|align=left|caption=Nationalist troops waiting for the next phase of action.]]

**Speaker Edvard:** Manhandling and violently shaking a blind woman is official business? Pressing guns to the back of member organization official’s heads counts as official business?

//Bowe raises the volume of his voice.//

**Colonel Bowe:** Are you interfering, Speakers!? 

//Edvard pulls his lips back to reveal teeth while narrowing his eyes.//

**Speaker Ella:** Edvard, don’t. 

//Edvard growls but slowly sits back down.// 

**Colonel Bowe:** Good man, good you understand your position. Now I need you to make the boy understand his or we are going to have a lot more problems.

//Ella looks at Bowe.// 

**Speaker Ella:** The Seeress is protected through the GOC Beneficial Entity’s Rights Bill, Colonel. You cannot treat her like this. Two can play the game of citing regulations. 

**Colonel Bowe:** Those rights only apply as long as the entity is being cooperative. And they are enforced at the discretion of the overseeing bodies. And as luck has it, I remain the overseeing body. 

//Ella stares at Bowe for several seconds.// 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
And I stood there wanting to fling a thousand different insults. And all the while I knew it would end poorly.
[[/div]]

**Speaker Ella:** You won’t get anything out of the Seeress through violence. 

**Colonel Bowe:** Perhaps not today, but we’ll see about the next time. 

//Ten minutes pass as Bowe attempts to get SCP-001 to return to predictions. The speakers are held at gunpoint during the entire duration. The entity is non-responsive, remaining curled up on the floor. Bowe puts his pen and notebook away before looking down at SCP-001 again.//

[[include component:image-block name=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/Final_Attack_on_Jinzhou.webp|align=left|caption=PLA troops attacking Jinzhou under heavy para-artillery fire.]]

**Colonel Bowe:** A shame that you forced me to become so unpleasant, BCE-001. Hopefully this will be enough to make sure you understand what cooperation looks like and help you avoid such disruptive behavior in the future.

//Bowe and his guards then turn to leave the apartment. Bowe stops in the doorway as Edvard moves to the door.// 

**Colonel Bowe:** Oh, and speakers, I am disappointed that there was still a lack of tea and—

//Bowe is cut off as the door is slammed in his face by Edvard.// 

**Speaker Edvard:** Fucking fascist monster.

//SCP-001 is helped off the floor and into the guest bedroom. Ella makes sure the entity is fully in bed before returning to the main area of the apartment. Edvard returns to his chair and remains seated. His arms are crossed and he stares at the door. His face is red. When Ella returns to the room, he gets up and throws the chair. It smacks against the wall leaving another dent.// 

**Speaker Edvard:** I’m going to murder that man with my bare fucking hands!

**Speaker Ella:** Don’t say such things, not here! 

**Speaker Edvard:** Why not?! He can say whatever the fuck he wants, do what he wants. I’ll kill him and end this.

//SCP-001 slips out of bed and moves to the door, pressing its ear against it.//

**Speaker Ella:** How do you think that’s going to end, Edvard? 

**Speaker Edvard:** Better than whatever in Hel’s name we’re doing right now. It stops with his bloodied corpse on the floor full of holes, or with his last struggles as I crush his windpipe. 

**Speaker Ella:** Realistically, you will be on the floor bleeding from a dozen bullet holes. He has guns, guards, and Pentagram at his back. We have to be smart. 

**Speaker Edvard:** Smart? //Smart?// Does smart involve continuing to do nothing? Does smart involve standing here helplessly? Does smart involve watching the Seeress be battered around like a doll and piss herself every time that bastard walks in the room?

**Speaker Ella:** No, it means we take her where he can’t access her unless it’s on our terms. It means filing a rights complaint. It means using the levers of the GOC to force Bowe either back into line or have him removed. 

//Edvard takes several deep breaths.//

**Speaker Edvard:** You said that seven months ago, and yet here we are! It’s getting worse and you’re still putting a lot of faith in the GOC to do the right thing. 

**Speaker Ella:** Faith is all we have. Besides, it’s better than being shot. 

//Edvard curls and uncurls his fist several times before picking up the chair again and retaking his seat. He then grunts.//

**Speaker Edvard:** When do we leave for the sanctuary?

**Speaker Ella:** First thing tomorrow. 

**Speaker Edvard:** If this doesn’t work, Ella, then what? 

**Speaker Ella:** I don’t know. 

**Speaker Edvard:** You don’t know!? We can’t keep letting these things happen to her. We have a responsibility, after everything she’s been through, to give her a better existence. 

**Speaker Ella:** I know. One step at a time.

//Speaker Edvard throws up his hands and rocks the chair back and forth.// 

**Speaker Edvard:** If this doesn’t work, then—

**Speaker Ella:** Then we’ll figure out another way within the existing systems. 

**Speaker Edvard:** And if all the existing systems fail? Then what? 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
I didn’t know how to respond to that question. What does one do if everything fails?

What do you do when the system that’s supposed to protect you from abuse, starts to enable that abuse? You go higher in the organization and have faith they will protect you.

Or at least that’s how it’s supposed to work.
[[/div]]

//Ella does not respond. She stands at the table for several seconds and rubs her temples. Edvard spends several minutes silently running one hand through his hair. Ella and Edvard then wordlessly pull several vanilla folders from a filing cabinet. Ella begins making phone calls, while Edvard begins filling out GOC issued forms.//

[[div class="blockquote"]]
We spent hours agonizing over the complaint forms and rights abuse conditions to make sure we documented everything. Photographs of the bruises, eyewitness accounts between us and the other speakers, everything. Then we submitted the forms. 

A large part of me wonders if this will work, what we will do if everything fails. How can we fight it? How can we break free of the system without being destroyed?

And I don’t have an answer.
[[/div]]

//SCP-001 slowly moves away from the door to the center of the guest room. It stares in the general direction of the mirror on the wardrobe for roughly five minutes while its hands shake.//

> All the while the Seeress started regressing again. Stranger yet, she was tired all the time and started eating like a starving wolf. She rarely left the apartment, and her physical activities were limited, so I cannot say what the source of this abrupt change in her hunger and energy was.

 //For the next hour, SCP-001 attempts to engage in physical activity. It attempts to practice coordinated martial movements with its staff and engages with various exercise techniques. It struggles substantially. Eventually SCP-001 collapses on the bed and sobs until it falls asleep.// 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
I thought I had a plan. I thought after the war, after discovering SCP-001, we could make a better world with the GOC.

Was I wrong?
[[/div]]

<**End Log**>

[[/div]]


We waited, hoping the complaints would resolve before we left for the countryside. A few days became a week and then nearly a month. 

Nothing happened. 

Finally, we got a notice in the mail. Two letters, one from the Rights Oversight Body and one from the Ethical Conduct Board. The Rights Oversight Body said we didn’t have enough evidence. The Ethical Conduct Board told us it was a he-said she-said. 

I sat with those letters for several hours. Staring at the text. This successor org to the AOI, the organization we relied on for supplies, for compassion, to provide strength to our continued resistance of the Nazis. It’s now telling us that it can’t do anything against the abuse of power by one of its own. 

Have I believed in a lie all this time? 

I still don’t know. What I do know is it cemented in my mind the need to take action.

A few days from Bowe’s next visit, we packed up and left, leaving behind a note explaining we had departed for the countryside sanctuary. He was furious, but we accounted for that. We received a phone call in the evening when Bowe’s visit was supposed to be, demanding to know where we had gone.

Can he not read?

There was rage in his voice. I hope that the giddiness in my voice wasn’t too obvious. I told him we had departed to a more comfortable set of arrangements for the Seeress. 

The benefits were immediate once we arrived. 

It forced the Colonel to travel for his visits, and limited contact, at least for the years that followed. Once a month he traveled out there. Of course, he bitched at us that we’d made his job much more difficult, that his superiors expected him to be accessible for regular contact. It was a very pleasant feeling to learn he couldn’t be if he followed us out here to set up his headquarters. 


This didn’t stop the long-distance abuse. He still called and sent telegrams. But we could control that and shield the Seeress from it. The threat of him storming in, unannounced, for an impromptu session of abusing the Seeress was gone. Peace, at least for a time, was palpable.

That seemed to be enough for the Seeress to start to breathe again. 

But that didn’t last. 

On August 29th, the Soviets detonated a Hiroshima style device. We wouldn’t find out until nearly a month later.

[[div class="phasebox"]]
[[div  class="oceanliner"]]
+ {{Video Log Excerpt: September 23rd, 1949}}
[[/div]]

[[include component:image-block name=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/960px-A_house_at_Tons%25C3%25A5sen_Sanatorium%252C_Valdres%252C_Norway.webp|width=600px|align=center|caption=A house in the Silicon Nornir’s countryside sanctuary.]]

<**Begin Log**>

//Speaker Ella, Speaker Edvard, and SCP-001 are in a large open room within one of the mead-hall-styled homesteads which compose the central living spaces of the Cult of the Nornir’s sanctuary. Two dozen Nornir cultists are present. Ella, Edvard, and SCP-001 are discussing the contents of a novel near the center of the room.// 

//The doors to the building violently open. Twenty men with weapons enter the building, followed by Colonel Bowe. Bowe is hunched forwards with his hands clasped behind his back. There is a cigarette in his mouth, and it briefly trails maroon smoke. Ella and Edvard make to rise but are stopped by weapons being leveled at them. The other cultists in the room remain seated. Guards begin handcuffing everyone to their chairs. SCP-001 is frozen in its chair, breathing rapidly and shallow. It is forced to stand by a soldier pulling on its hair violently. SCP-001 then drops into a kneel when the soldier kicks away the chair and kicks the back of the entity’s knees.//

[[include component:image-block name=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/Replica_hall_at_L%2527Anse_aux_Meadows_National_Historic_Site_-_Newfoundland%252C_Canada_-_6_July_2012.webp| align=left|caption=Traditional Norse Style Home in the Silicon Nornir’s countryside sanctuary.]]

//Bowe points at Ella and Edvard.//

**Colonel Bowe:** Speakers, you will stay where you fucking are or I will have you shot.

**Speaker Ella:** Bowe? What is the meaning of this!?

//Ella and Edvard are promptly handcuffed to the chairs.// 

**Colonel Bowe:** Six hours ago, I received confirmation that the Soviets detonated their first atomic device. 

[[include component:image-block name= https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/A-bomb_%2528RDS-1%2529.webp| align=right|caption=First Soviet Nuclear Bomb Design.]]

//Ella and Edvard stare at Bowe, then look at each other, then SCP-001 and then back to Bowe.//

**Speaker Edvard:** What in Hel’s icy depths does that have to do with us?

**Colonel Bowe:** It means you are subject number fucking one for treason, against the GOC and the United States of America, in the disclosure of nuclear secrets to the Soviets. 

**Speaker Ella:** That’s absurd! 

**Colonel Bowe:** Is it? We live in a world of absurdity! What better way to spy on your mortal enemy’s deepest secrets than with a false divinity that can see the past, present and future? We have lost China to the communists and now the Soviets have the bomb! Maybe I was wrong 3 years ago. Maybe she wasn’t a product of German engineering. Maybe she was a Soviet spy all along. 

[[include component:image-block name= https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/Semipalatinsk_crater_and_lake.webp| align=left|caption=Site of Soviet nuclear weapons tests, Kazakhstan]]

//SCP-001 is in tears due to the pain of its hair being continuously pulled.//

**SCP-001:** I am-m-m n-n-not a warmongering spy. 

**Colonel Bowe:** For once the boy speaks for itself. Then who the fuck are you?! Where did you come from?! Who are you working for?!

**SCP-001:** You would not believe the details in the fractured looking glass. You would not understand the depths of origin. I work for no one but the tides of Fate!

**Colonel Bowe:** Then I have to assume the worst of you, boy! Prove you’re not a spy, son. Prove to all of us again that you’re worth more than the mud I should throw you into right now! 

**SCP-001:** Man of CHARLES found in REST beneath an auspice of Fuchs from a man bereft of the jolly Klaus. Burdened by message of Auric reticence and bound to reveal Glass of Green and a Rose who will sear beneath the current of electric penitence. In these words, you will find the spies who bore fruit. In these words, I doom others for a greater good in name of your vapid ego. Take these sins to VENONA and you shall know the truth. 

[[div class="note"]]
**Director’s Note:** SCP-001 here was likely referring to Klaus Fuchs, Harry Gold, David Greenglass, Julius Rosenburg, Theodore Hall, and other theoretical physicists frequently referred to as the Soviet Atomic Spies. These individuals provided critical information to the Soviet NKGB and NKVD which in turn accelerated the development of the Soviet Atomic Bomb program. 

SCP-001’s testament aligned with the approximate parallel decryptions of Soviet communications by the VENONA Project, which were interpreted by GCHQ and used for interrogation of Klaus Fuchs. Fuchs did not confess until January of 1950, when he revealed his courier, who then exposed a greater network of theoretical physicists involved in the Los Alamos project and included the Rosenburgs. 
[[/div]]

//Bowe writes SCP-001’s words on a piece of paper and hands it to one of the guards.// 

**Colonel Bowe:** Go, send an encrypted telegraph to British Intelligence services. ASAP. 

//The soldier leaves the building and heads for the local post office, which has a telegraph wire.//

[[include component:image-block name= https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/Klaus_Fuchs_-_police_photograph.webp| align=right|caption=Karl Fuchs.]]

**Colonel Bowe:** Now, we are going to wait here until confirmation comes that you’re not pulling the wool over my eyes. No one moves until then. 

[The next hour of footage has been removed for brevity.]

//One hour after a message was sent, the soldier returns with a decrypted response. He hands the piece of paper to Bowe. Bowe stares at it for several minutes before reading it aloud.//

[[include component:image-block name=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/Meredith_Gardner%252C_at_far_left%252C_working_with_cryptanalysts.webp|align=left|caption=Mundane and occultic codebreakers of Project VENONA were mostly women.]]

**Colonel Bowe:** To the attention of Colonel Bowe, Pentagram, stop. For your eyes only, stop. Klaus Fuchs suspected to be Soviet code name CHARLES at REST, stop. MI5 is currently investigating, stop. Classified information, stop. Please advise at earliest convenience of potential information breach and relevance of rest of message, stop. Again, how did Pentagram acquire this information, stop?

//Several minutes of silence as Bowe reads over the telegram again. Eventually he sticks it into his shirt pocket and straightens his posture.// 

**Colonel Bowe:** It seems, I was a little hasty in my assumptions. 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
I could tell that was the final straw for Edvard. He snapped before I could stop him and I couldn’t blame him for it.
[[/div]]

**Speaker Edvard:** ‘Hasty?’ You fucking stormed our home with a whole platoon, and damaged hand carved doors that took carpenters years to properly make!

**Colonel Bowe:** How would you respond to the leak of nuclear secrets?

**Speaker Ella:** Perhaps consulting with other intelligence agencies first would have been a good move?

**Colonel Bowe:** Advice I will certainly keep in mind for the future. Yet despite this rather convenient piece of intelligence exonerating the boy, I remain suspicious.

[[div class="blockquote"]]
No apology, no attempts to make things right or make us whole. Just embarrassed refusal to admit responsibility. Even that acknowledgement of my biting suggestion was taken without a sense of irony. 
[[/div]]

**Speaker Edvard:** You cannot be serious!? She likely just handed you an entire Soviet spy ring on a platter!

**Colonel Bowe:** Which makes it all the more imperative that I am in increased regular contact with him. Imperative to ensure one of you is not leaking prophetic information to enemies of the GOC, of course. 

//Ella and Edvard stare at Bowe for thirty seconds. Before they can say anything, he speaks again.//

**Colonel Bowe:** So, to better account for these new circumstances, I am altering the arrangement. I will now see BCE-001 twice a month. Bi-monthly. Maybe more or less as needed.

**Speaker Edvard:** By Midgardsommars tail you will, I’ll--

[[div class="blockquote"]]
The rage in his eyes burned so hot I was afraid it would melt Bowe’s flesh. What he would say next might doom us in some unexpected way, so I had to act.
[[/div]]

//Ella cuts off Edvard as they are uncuffed from the chairs and covers the man’s mouth with a hand. SCP-001 is released and collapses onto its hands, pressing one hand to the back of its skull.//

**Speaker Ella:** You cannot simply change things on a whim! This is outrageous.

**Colonel Bowe:** I have already altered the agreement once, pray that I do not alter it further.

//Bowe turns and leaves with his men, as Nornir cultists continue to protest vigorously. Once Bowe is gone the cultists look between each other, SCP-001, and Ella and Edvard.//

**Speaker Ella:** Everyone please return to your homes for the rest of the day. We will handle things from here.

//The rest of the cultists hesitate but eventually begin slowly filing out of the hall. This leaves Edvard, Ella, and SCP-001 alone. Ella helps the entity up as Edvard stares at the table with his jaw clenched.//

**Speaker Edvard:** So, here we are, Ella.

**Speaker Ella:** Edvard…

**Speaker Edvard:** Don’t. Just don’t, Ella. 

**Speaker Ella:** It’s my job to protect us politically. 

**Speaker Edvard:** And it’s my job to protect us physically. Yet, here we are.

**SCP-001:** I am sorry. For bringing this all down atop you.

**Speaker Edvard:** Seeress under absolutely no circumstances do you need to apologize. I am sorry we have failed you, repeatedly. 

//SCP-001 stares at the table.// 

**Speaker Edvard:** We tried and we tried but the whole system is failing us. The GOC isn’t what we thought. 

**SCP-001:** It is because I am weak. It is because they see my weakness. It is because they took so much from me. Heavy weigh the trace of serpents against my skin. It is the curse of this gift that wraps around my neck and the necks of all who grow in my shadow. It chokes them, smothers them. 

**Speaker Edvard:** No. It’s not you. It’s the weakness of men, their greed and hatred of anything that’s different from them. We have to find another way.  

//Thirty seconds of silence. SCP-001 rocks slowly in place, reaching for its staff.//

**Speaker Ella:** What do you want to do? What do you want me to do?

**Speaker Edvard:** You… should do nothing different from what you have been. We should give Bowe nothing to confirm his suspicions. 

**Speaker Ella:** What are you going to do? Are you going to—

**Speaker Edvard:** No, I’m not going to leave. 

**Speaker Ella:** Then, what? 

**Speaker Edvard:** I will figure out something. I just need you to trust that I won’t put everyone at risk. 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
It was then I knew he had decided to take action outside of the GOC. The question that sat with me is, where would he turn to?
[[/div]]

<**End Log**>
[[/div]]

So now Bowe is here twice a month. Anytime one of the Seeress’s predictions seems even a bit suspicious over telegram, the phone will ring and we get bombarded with accusations and questions. We lost two speakers to suspicions of Soviet sympathies in the first few weeks alone!

Then there’s Edvard. He’s become more reclusive and started acting more secretive.

[[div class="phasebox"]]
[[div  class="oceanliner"]]
+ {{Video Log Excerpts of Speaker Edvard}}
[[/div]]
**Log Excerpt 1028 | September 25th, 1949**

**1500-1505:** Recording begins in one of the Nornir greenhouses on sanctuary grounds. Speaker Edvard enters into frame. He stands in the door, half in the greenhouse and half outside. He looks back and forth several times. He walks further into the greenhouse and continues to stop and turn in place. He examines the interior of the space several more times. Eventually, he walks towards a brick wall on the far side of the enclosure. The footage becomes obscured by static for several seconds. When it returns to normal, Edvard is no longer visible. 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
He started wandering the grounds in the afternoons and evenings. Usually, the greenhouses or gardens. Then he’d vanish for hours at a time. 
[[/div]]

**1600-1605:** Camera footage becomes obscured by static again. When the static fades, Edvard is again visible. He is holding what appears to be a hand mirror. He then leaves the greenhouse. 

> Nobody really knew where he went. All he told me was that he was enjoying the plant life. 

----

**Log Excerpt 1030 | September 27th, 1949**

//Ella is walking on the premises of the property in one of the open-air verandas near a walled garden. There is only one way in or out. She was within the walls of the garden near the entrance for the better part of an hour. She is now walking towards a corner, which leads to another vestibule of the gardens. Abruptly, Edvard rounds the corner, walking fast. Ella yelps as they almost collide.//

**Speaker Ella:** Thor’s hammer, Edvard, where did you come from? 

**Speaker Edvard:** I’ve been out all day and came in here to think amongst the flowers. It’s a wonder you didn’t hear me.

**Speaker Ella:** It certainly is! 

//Edvard walks past Ella and does not stop for conversation. One hand is obscured within his cloak.// 

**Speaker Ella:** Edvard, where are you going in such a hurry!?

**Speaker Edvard:** I just remembered that there is something I need to ask the Seeress before she is put to bed. 

**Speaker Ella:** Well why don’t I--

//Ella turns. Edvard has already left the garden.// 

**Speaker Ella:** Someone is in a hurry. Never mind I suppose.

----

**Log Excerpt 1050 | October 15th, 1949**

//Edvard is in his private home on the Nornir Cult’s sanctuary grounds. SCP-001 is seated nearby, drinking from a cup of chocolate milk. Edvard is looking into a mirror placed on a dresser near the door. Someone knocks at the door twice and he hastily throws a sheet over the top of the mirror before sliding several pieces of parchment into an envelope. The door opens and Ella appears in the doorway. She walks towards him.//

**Speaker Ella:** Ah! There you both are! I thought you might have taken a garden walk and checked there first.

**Speaker Edvard:** I was just about to come find you to take over with the Seeress.

**Speaker Ella:** What’s that you have?

**Speaker Edvard:** Just post for the stock exchange predictions. 

**Speaker Ella:** Do you want me to take it to the post-office? It’s closer to my quarters and will save you the trip. 

**Speaker Edvard:** No that’s alright, I need the walk to clear my head. 

//Speaker Edvard, SCP-001 and Speaker Ella depart the residence into the dim light of the evening. Edvard walks in the opposite direction of Ella and SCP-001. Ella stops and watches him for several seconds before calling out.//

**Speaker Ella:** Edvard, the post office is this way.

**Speaker Edvard:** I know, I’m going to go for a little stroll in the wooded thicket the long way around. Don’t wait up for me.

//Speaker Edvard disappears from view into the trees. Speaker Ella stands still for several seconds. SCP-001 waits for Speaker Ella, holding the woman’s hand.//

**Speaker Ella:** He’s acting quite off recently. Did you discuss anything Seeress?

**SCP-001:** Inquiries into the stars and mirrors. Questions about the idle hand and strings of fate. Your worries, while justified through his increasing anger, will not be realized in the turns to come. 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
Whatever he’s doing, wherever he’s going, he’s keeping it close to his chest. I think the part that confuses me the most is that I can’t tell if the Seeress knows what he is doing or not.
[[/div]]

[[/div]]

I worry that he may leave or do something rash that will get us all in trouble. 

He must be very good at hiding when we’re searching for him. That or he’s using Ways. The question is, where is he going? And every time I’m left wondering, will he come back this time?
[[/div]]

-----

[[# anchor-9]]
**Addendum 9:** 1949-1950

[[div class="estrella-paper weathered"]]

[[=]]
[[image https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/art:goc-logos/Silicon-Nornir.png style="height:150px;"]]
**Access provided by the Silicon Nornir archives.**
[[/=]]

**December 1950**

So much for committing to using this every day to put my thoughts to paper. I think it’s just that I am so spectacularly busy handling everything. It keeps me from remembering to pick up this little book and write in it. This time, I’ll stick to it. 

The move into the Eurtec Residential complexes had the unfortunate effect of putting us back within regular physical access of General Bowe. Surprise, the bastard got promoted. 

[[div class="phasebox"]]
[[div  class="oceanliner"]]
+ {{Footage Excerpt from Predictive Session, September 30th, 1950}}
[[/div]]

<**Begin Log**> 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
He’s transitioned from his headquarters in Oslo to a newly built administrative facility here in Eurtec.
[[/div]]

//General Bowe and SCP-001 are seated at a table in a conference room, within a Eurtec office space. Bowe is wearing an unusually bright, crimson tie.//

[[include component:image-block name=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/Korean_War_bombing_Wonsan_%2528cropped%2529.webp|align=center|caption=Bombing of Wonsan during the Korean War.]]

[[div class="blockquote"]]
He continued to appear for his bi-monthly visits to the Seeress, up until June when the Korean Conflict began.
[[/div]]

**General S. Bowe:** Now listen to me very carefully for this next question. What will happen if UN command crosses the 38th parallel and invades North Korea?

[[div class="blockquote"]]
Oh, he’d still appear randomly whenever the Seeress predicted something suspicious, just to interrogate her over details.
[[/div]]

//SCP-001’s hand clenches around the staff it is holding. Its nose begins to bleed.//

[[div class="blockquote"]]
But as soon as the war started, he was here every week. 
[[/div]]

**General S. Bowe:** Well, come on! I don’t have all day.

[[include component:image-block name=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/The_People%2527s_Volunteer_Army_disembarks_on_a_western_Korean_island_under_the_cover_of_artillery_and_machine_guns%252C_c.webp|align=center|caption=The PLA assaulting a ROK and US position with para-weapons.]]

[[div class="blockquote"]]
He grilled the Seeress over details of the war and the Pusan front as the situation deteriorated.
[[/div]]

//SCP-001 shudders, taking a deep breath. It remains in place taking stuttered breaths but does not attempt to flee as it has in the past.//

**SCP-001:** … 

**General S. Bowe:** Do I need to get handsy with you again, boy?

[[div class="blockquote"]]
Then he seemed to get excited and that only made the abuse worse.
[[/div]]

//SCP-001 tenses. General Bowe gestures to a guard who starts to slowly walk around the table. Ella is tense where they are seated but she does not move. SCP-001’s hands shake but it does not pull at its hair or rock in place. Edvard is watching Bowe and SCP-001. He has a small black notebook open in front of him and is taking attentive notes. His jaw clenches as the guard stands over SCP-001. Ella remains in place, eyes moving between Bowe, the guard, and SCP-001.//

[[div class="blockquote"]]
Edvard began taking detailed notes in every prediction session. Something he never did before. 
[[/div]]

**SCP-001:** …

[[div class="blockquote"]]
He wouldn’t let that book out of his sight. And he certainly never let me see it.
[[/div]]

//General Bowe gestures and the soldier grabs SCP-001 by the arm and pins it before yanking on its hair. SCP-001 lets out a cry of pain and struggles briefly against the hold before speaking.//

**SCP-001:** A great wave of men shall flow across a chilled river and smash upon an ill-prepared line. The sky shall fill with birds of metal, fire and blood will run deep in the mud and hills. Much as it did in the ides of my youth upon a forgotten plain. A great victory driving towards an end to the storm of death spawned by a sea of red. 

[[include component:image-block name=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/U2.webp|align=center|caption=US soldiers preparing to push towards the Yalu river.]]

[[div class="blockquote"]]
But the violence doesn’t end and every day I feel a little more powerless to stop this madness.
[[/div]]

//Bowe gestures again, and the soldier releases SCP-001. It breathes heavily and shakes but does not attempt to get up and run away.//

**General S. Bowe:** Now that’s what I call good work, boy. More of that, or else we’ll have to keep being handsy.

<**End Log**>

-----

**Memo to General MacArthur, October 3rd, 1950:** Operational success in North Korean Invasion assured by prescient asset. Chinese threat’s a bluff. Proceed with offensive at your imperative. 

-Pentagram Command
[[/div]]

I’ve given up on Rights Oversight Body complaints. The answer, no matter how heinous the abuse, is always the same. There’s only one reason I can think of for it and it’s that Bowe has gained more pull with the GOC. 

[[div class="document"]]
[[div  class="oceansail"]]
+ {{Private Memo Exchanges, GOC Archives}}
[[/div]]

**Foreword:** The following is a private memo exchange extracted from the GOC’s early computerized terminal system running on software; which would eventually become the basis for DOS. The exchange occurs between General Steven Bowe of the Threat Assessment Committee and Eurtec Oversight Command, and Councilor Roger Stucchi of the Rights Oversight Body. The memos are largely in regards to ethical and rights abuse complaints received from the Cult of the Nornir.

----
October 5th, 1950

**To:** General Steven Bowe, Operational Command Eurtec Initiative.
**From:** Councilor Roger Stucchi, Rights Oversight Body 

Steve,

We’ve received another infraction complaint from the Cult of the Nornir about your treatment of BCE-001. 

As your friend, you’re pushing the envelope pretty far. What’s the goal here? 

Help me understand why you’re being so publicly visible, with this need for an iron fist towards the Cult of the Nornir and BCE-001? I want to continue making these complaints go away, but at the rate you’re generating them, it’s going to get noticed and someone will make a stink in internal reviews. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were trying to get exposed and take us all down with you.

-Roger

-----

**To:** Councilor Roger Stucchi, Rights Oversight Body
**From:** General Steven Bowe, Operational Command Eurtec Initiative

Good Evening, Roger,

It’s simple, Roger. Self-righteous, religious zealots cause problems. Polytheistic religious zealots especially. Their beliefs empower them and whatever pseudo divinity they believe in with substantial thaumic capacity. 

The way to deal with zealous cults is to disabuse them of the notion that their divine focus is anything but a sniveling imposter. Simply look at that abomination, it’s a man pretending to be a woman, and clearly isn’t even of Norse origin. But the cult has deluded themselves into believing as such and are empowering this imposter. 

I’ll admit he has his uses, his information certainly seems to be a boon to us and them. But vigilance and constant degrading of its status is the only way to keep them in check. 

If I can just get him to tell us who he really is and where he came from, we can tear their whole system down.

-Steve

-----

**To:** General Steven Bowe, Operational Command Eurtec Initiative.
**From:** Councilor Roger Stucchi, Rights Oversight Body 

Steve,

Those are all fair points. But some of the things in these complaints seem excessively public, even for an abomination. 

It feels very personally targeted. Like you’re going above and beyond what you need to do in terms of humiliating and embarrassing both the Cult and BCE-001. Your son has also indicated to me that you’ve been behaving out of the norm the last few years. 

Is this personal?

-Roger

-----

**To:** Councilor Roger Stucchi, Rights Oversight Body
**From:** General Steven Bowe, Operational Command Eurtec Initiative

Roger,

Of course it’s personal. That abomination of a man, parades itself around pretending to be a woman. It does this every day, mocking us all. To make matters worse, it made a point of embarrassing me in front of the Threat Assessment Committee. //My// Threat Assessment Committee, Roger. 

Everything I’m doing is to protect our interests, keep the Cult of the Nornir in check, and put this boy back in his place. Ideally, the Cult of the Nornir dissolves once we tear off the drapes, and then none of this will be an issue any longer. 

-Steve

------

**To:** General Steven Bowe, Operational Command Eurtec Initiative.
**From:** Councilor Roger Stucchi, Rights Oversight Body

Steve,

Right, well, if you’re going to continue on this path, please tone it down at least a little. You’re putting a lot at risk and if the Nornir go public with this, it could cause some serious problems. 

Now, Amelia and Acheliomel seem to be flaking and don’t seem willing to play ball. Do you have any recommendations for how to bring them around?

Above, you said BCE-001 isn’t Norse. If he’s not a Norn, who is he then? 

-Roger

-----

**To:** Councilor Roger Stucchi, Rights Oversight Body
**From:** General Steven Bowe, Operational Command Eurtec Initiative

Roger,

They won’t. Their CEO doesn’t have the stomach to buck the GOC. Just look at the complaint forms and how hopeful and ideologically deluded she is in her belief that the GOC’s mission statement serves her greater good. 

As for the councilors, I would recommend trying several nice dinners at any of the places on the attached restaurant list. If that doesn’t work, I’ve attached blue cheese. You were right that the photographer was well worth the investment. If all of that doesn’t work, remind them of their new properties in Southern Japan and how difficult it was to convince MacArthur to approve those permits.

As far as the abomination, it doesn’t matter who he really is beyond tearing down the Nornir organization. He’s not a person; he’s a tool for us to use to meet our goals. 

-Bowe

[[/div]]

It’s likely a consequence of the Americans putting forth substantial amounts of funding for the GOC strike teams. So, any complaints end up dead in the water. 

I don’t know how to legitimately combat them anymore. I’m not sure I can. 

To make matters worse, every time we get an official document from the scum-fucking, raven-starved coward, they’re still calling the Seeress a man. It’s spread beyond Bowe now like the blood-tinged cigarette smoke he sometimes produces, into other documentation and I feel like I’m fighting an endless wave of hostile bureaucracy trying to keep it fixed. I’m beginning to hate the Americans and their influence within the GOC.

I don’t know what else to do and I’m on the edge of giving up. 

Then there’s Edvard. He broods in silence now. There are no more outbursts in private. When prediction sessions end, he just grabs his coat and disappears for a few hours. My mind just keeps going back to what he said when I asked where he was really going. 

[[div class="factual"]]
“It’s better if you don’t know.” 
[[/div]]

I’m struggling to deal with it all.

Thankfully, in the darkness of everything there is some light. The time in the countryside seems to have given the Seeress space to breathe and rebuild self-confidence. 

[[tabview]]
[[tab Video Log Excerpts: Nornir Residential Complexes, February-March, 1950]]

**Foreword:** The following log excerpts concern the movement of SCP-001 within the Cult of the Nornir’s Eurtec residential compound. 

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**Log 1458 | February 27th, 1950**

**2000-0500:** SCP-001 is in the guest bedroom of Speaker Ella’s residence within the Cult of the Nornir compound. She is asleep in the bed and occasionally rolls over but is otherwise still. At roughly 0000 hours Ella opens the door, slips inside and stands in the doorframe watching the entity. Eventually Ella exits the room and shuts the door again, standing in front of it for several minutes. During this period, she is observed to be crying. When she leaves the vicinity of the doorway she is smiling. 

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**Log 1521 | March 15th, 1950**

**1000-1005:** Ella, SCP-001, and Edvard are in Edvard’s residence inside the Cult of the Nornir’s transition compound, within Eurtec. A digital phone is mounted on the wall behind them. SCP-001 is moving its fingers over several braille documents and speaking with Edvard and Ella about the contents while holding its staff.

**1006-1010:** The phone begins to ring. SCP-001 pauses in its movements but does not shake or show signs of distress. Edvard gets up to answer the phone, both he and Ella glance at SCP-001 before its movements resume. It continues speaking to Ella as Edvard takes the call. 

**1011:** Edvard hangs up the phone and turns back to Ella and SCP-001.

**Speaker Edvard:** Destiny’s Fingers, do you need anything?

**SCP-001:** Why would I need anything, Edvard? It’s just a phone. 

[[/tab]]
[[/tabview]]

She has her own independent quarters now. 

[[div class="phasebox"]]
[[div  class="oceanliner"]]
+ {{Video Log Excerpts: Eurtec Nornir Residences}}
[[/div]]

**Log 1540 | May 3rd, 1950**

<**Begin Log**>

**0600-0800:** Ella, Edvard, and SCP-001 are within Ella’s residence. They are packing two bags containing SCP-001’s clothes and personal belongings. 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
I should be happier about this recovery in self-sufficiency.
[[/div]]

**0801-1000:** Ella, Edvard, and SCP-001 leave the residence and walk a few doors down to an empty residence. They spend the next two hours helping SCP-001 explore the new residence and unpack its things. 

**1001-2000:** SCP-001 spends the rest of the day in the residence moving between bedroom, kitchen, and the sitting room. 

**2001-2015:** SCP-001 leaves the residence under its own power and returns to Ella’s door. It wishes Ella, and then Edvard a good evening, before returning to its own residence. Once inside it begins exercise and martial training with the staff. This pattern continues for all future recordings.

**2100-2200:** Ella moves to the guest bedroom within her residence. She turns on the light and stands in the doorframe, staring at the made bed for some time before moving to the guest bathroom. She is in the bathroom for approximately fifteen minutes before reemerging with her shoulders slumped. She spends the next ten minutes tracing her fingers across the dressers and end table, where SCP-001’s personal items previously sat. Eventually, she sits on the bed and remains there, staring at the wall. 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
But I feel lonelier now without her constant presence in my quarters.
[[/div]]

**2200-2300:** Edvard enters Ella’s apartment after knocking several times. He calls out to her, and she responds from where she is seated in the guest room. Edvard enters the room and finds Ella sitting on the bed. 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
The Seeress makes me feel like a schoolgirl all over again, pining over a cute boy or cute girl who just exists.
[[/div]]

**Speaker Edvard:** Ella, what are you doing in here?

[[div class="blockquote"]]
Me, a grown woman of 50 with a fully grown daughter.
[[/div]]

**Speaker Ella:** Habit, I guess. 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
It’s embarrassing.
[[/div]]

**Speaker Edvard:** Why do you look like someone has kicked your puppy?

[[div class="blockquote"]]
I get lost in her voice, her eyes with those sunburst colors and lines. She is physically striking, beautiful and radiant like the sun.
[[/div]] 

**Speaker Ella:** I don’t know, I guess I just got used to her being here. 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
Her humor is striking, her philosophical underpinnings deep, and she takes such great joy in small things when she feels in a place of comfort.
[[/div]]

**Speaker Edvard:** Ella, it’s not even been a day.

[[div class="blockquote"]]
And with every day she lives alone, she grows stronger and more independent. 
[[/div]]

**Speaker Ella:** I know. 

**Speaker Edvard:** She’s also just down the hall. You can go see her anytime.

**Speaker Ella:** I know. But I want to give her the space to reassert her independence. It just feels emptier now. Like when my daughter left home or my husband…

//Speaker Edvard puts an arm around Ella’s shoulder.//

[[div class="blockquote"]]
And yet every day she is not here I feel more alone and cognizant of my age. More aware of what I have lost with every passing day. 
[[/div]]

**Speaker Edvard:** It was his sacrifice that led us to the Seeress. You’re not alone Ella; I need you to know that. 

**Speaker Ella:** I know. 

**Speaker Edvard:** You love her, don’t you?

[[div class="blockquote"]]
Should I act on it or let this childish infatuation die? I’m not sure.
[[/div]]

**Speaker Ella:** A crush. A silly and blasphemous crush. 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
Is this sacrilege?
[[/div]]

**Speaker Edvard:** Love is not blasphemous,  no matter who it is. We’re human, we can’t help it. Tell her how you feel. Before it’s too late. 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
Is it just that I don’t want to end up dying alone? Or is this something bigger?
[[/div]]

<**End Log**>

[[/div]]

Romantic musings aside, the Seeress’s growth and independence is faster than we anticipated. 

Perhaps too quickly. It’s come to the point where she leaves her residence and wanders outside of the compound. 

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+ {{Video Log Excerpts: Eurtec}}
[[/div]]

**Log 1591 | July 4th, 1950**

**0800-1000:** SCP-001 leaves its residence and wanders the halls of the Nornir compound until it comes upon a garden containing local flora. The flora of the Greek Underworld is alien, emitting bioluminescence and swaying without a breeze. Some change shapes at random intervals. Some exhibit a wide range of unnatural pigments. Some bloom oddly shaped flowers when there are no pollinators present. SCP-001 sits on a bench for several minutes staring in the general direction of the flora. 

**1001-1400:** SCP-001 leaves the garden and continues wandering the compound. Eventually it manages to leave the Nornir residential compound and begins to wander the streets of Eurtec, much of which is in various stages of construction. It uses its staff as both a walking cane and a method to tell what is in front of it. It travels through much of Eurtec, taking a winding route through several miles of city streets. 

**1401-1800:** Speaker Edvard knocks on the door to SCP-001’s residence while holding several folders. When no response comes, he opens the door and enters the apartment, looking around. He calls out for SCP-001 several times before searching the entire apartment and finding it absent. He then goes to Speaker Ella, and they share a brief exchange. Edvard and Ella then begin canvassing the Nornir residential compound, looking for SCP-001. When they cannot find it, they go door to door alerting the rest of the Cult. The Cult then notifies local security, but not Pentagram or GOC security forces. Together the Cult and local Eurtec security begin canvassing the city, street-by-street, to find SCP-001. 

**1801-1900:** After four hours of searching, SCP-001 is located in front of a Gyro shop on the far side of Eurtec; eating from a kebab and speaking with several humans and anomalous humanoid individuals with animalistic features. When Ella and Edvard arrive on the scene, they engage in the following discussion. 

**Speaker Edvard:** Oh thank Freya, High Seeress you had us worried sick!

**SCP-001:** Why?

**Speaker Ella:** Because you vanished without a trace, without notifying us. 

**SCP-001:** So, I did. There is no need to worry, I knew exactly where I was at all times, knew where I was going, where I needed to be, and where I would be when you found me again. I could see where I was going. 

**Speaker Edvard:** You can’t just wander off like – wait you can?

**SCP-001:** Of course, in the reflection of your mirrors. 

//Edvard purses his lips.//

**Speaker Edvard:** Seeress, this is serious. What if something happened? 

**SCP-001:** I would have seen it and avoided it. I am not a child Edvard, and I have always had a penchant for wanderlust. 

//Ella and Edvard stare at SCP-001 for several minutes.//

**Speaker Ella:** Will you at least tell us next time?

**SCP-001:** I will consider it. 

**Speaker Edvard:** Please do. If Bowe were to find out you regularly wander without anyone knowing where you are, he might remove you from us. 

**SCP-001:** Mmmm. Fine. Send a guard with me if you need to. 

**Speaker Ella:** I worry about their ability to keep up. 

**SCP-001:** As you should.

<**End Log**>

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[[div class="note"]]

**Director’s Note:** From this point forward, SCP-001 engages in frequent departures from the Cult of the Nornir compound to wander the city, often accompanied by Nornir Security or Cultists. Initially, it seems SCP-001’s proclivity to wander resulted in simply traversing the city with occasional interaction with the locals. As these recordings continue over time, it seems SCP-001 begins lingering in specific locations where there is frequent foot traffic or citizens loitering. I’ve also noticed it appearing at community events and celebrations after roughly a year of this behavior. 

I suspect this is the reason that the entity has become a fixture of Eurtec’s citizenry. She has an uncanny ability to be everything, everywhere, all at once. 
[[/div]]

[[/div]]

Personal struggles aside, Bowe was apoplectic in late October and November. Something happened on the political and strategic end that resulted in near daily visits with the Seeress. 

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This was right after the first bits of foundation for the Foresight Matrix Array were laid. He seemed frantic… almost desperate in some ways with a much shorter fuse than normal. I’m not sure what to make of it, especially the initial accusations that the Seeress had misled him. Maybe I should pay more attention to what the Seeress is predicting for him now. 

I only stopped because the abuse was weighing so heavily on me. 

[[tabview]]
[[tab Outcome Push to the Yalu River]]

**Outcome:** Allied forces approached the Yalu river after capturing Pyongyang and advancing to the Ch'ongch'on river. The Chinese People’s Volunteer Army crossed the Yalu river on October 19th, repelling the initial attempt to capture the Yalu before retreating back across the border. The PVA then crossed in full force on November 10th, pushing allied forces out of North Korea and back across the 38th parallel. Chinese offensive resulted in 24,000 US and 12,000 South Korean casualties. 

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[[span style:"serif"]][[size 125%]]**Truman Wins! Declares Eurtec City of Tomorrow!**[[/size]][[/span]]
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**Directors Summary of Truman era policies and Dwight D. Eisenhower administration viewpoint on the GOC:** 

In terms of the early years of the GOC, there were many consequential figures with regards to the formation and development of GOC policy including American Presidents Harry S. Truman and Dwight D. Eisenhower.

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Harry S. Truman had continued advocating for the AOI, a form of continuity of Roosevelt’s policies. He was a very outspoken supporter of needing to counteract Nazi occultic initiatives during WWII. It was Truman’s recommendation to Roosevelt in 1941 as a Senator from Missouri on the Subcommittee on War Mobilization that the majority of American paranatural military initiatives be solidified under one centralized department, Pentagram, to make coordination with the AOI easier. 

Pentagram was initially planned to be headquartered in a pocket-space within the Pentagon but was split into two theater specific arms once the war began. One was quickly relocated to London to make coordination with other AOI member organizations easier in the European theater, and a second moved to the pacific and would shift several times as the theater developed. Initial ideas about Pentagram being directly under the Chiefs of Staff were quickly abandoned as the experience of occultic field personnel often trumped the fact that the Chiefs of Staff were largely familiar with mundane warfare. 

[[include component:image-block name=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/Andrews%252C_Harriman%252C_Truman_SCP001.webp|align=left|caption=President Truman at a Gala event within Eurtec. SCP-001 is visible back right.]]

Post-war, Truman was made aware of SCP-001 and strongly advocated for Pentagram oversight of the Cult of the Nornir for the purposes of achieving American geo-political ambitions.  Truman was also a vocal supporter of the Cult of the Nornir’s efforts, which provided some relief to his administration’s economic woes in the post-war period. Truman pivoted to supporting the GOC upon its formation, through bolstering Pentagram’s role in the organization. He accomplished this by both appointing aggressive leadership and increasing funding to the GOC, especially Pentagram. 

Colonel Steven Bowe appears to have won a substantial amount of favor with Truman. This likely occurred through aggressive political maneuvering and oversight of SCP-001. Bowe prioritized issues concerning American foreign and economic policy over GOC directed initiatives and used their success to crowd out his peers who were competing with him for recognition within the GOC and Pentagram. In part, this was a political maneuver on Bowe’s behalf to assuage the upper ranks of the Pentagon who held a much more skeptical view of SCP-001 and who frequently clashed with Bowe over his treatment of subordinates and his borderline insubordination. There were some calls beginning inside of the Pentagon for Pentagram to be brought to heel in the post-war environment. Bowe’s success largely torpedoed such efforts.

In the last few years of Truman’s administration, he became moderately disillusioned with the presidency. Truman did not seek reelection to a second term for the 1952 elections. This was in part due to massive drops in popularity. His failure to save China, the rise of McCarthyist anti-communist sentiment, strategic failures in the Korean War, inability to enact his agenda due to a republican congress, and the post-war inflation and economic struggles tanked his popularity in 1950-51. He also became disillusioned with the GOC as a successor org to the AOI; due to rumors of human rights abuses in the Balkans and of Bowe encouraging the degradation of civil rights of under-veil populations. Pentagram’s failure to provide appropriate interpretations of SCP-001’s messaging leading to foreign policy disasters did not help the situation.

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[[span style:"serif"]][[size 125%]]**Eisenhower Slashes Funding to the GOC, Again!**[[/size]][[/span]]
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The Republican candidate for president in 1952, Dwight D. Eisenhower, was also strongly supportive of the AOI during WWII. Eisenhower had firsthand experience with witnessing the devastation that Nazi para-tech and para-weapons could inflict on allied soldiers. Unlike Truman’s stronger support for the GOC, Pentagram and the predictive capacities of SCP-001 during most of his presidency, Eisenhower was more skeptical of occultic organizations when it came to intelligence gathering. He also did not believe that the GOC or Pentagram in its integrated form with the GOC, represented the national interests of the United States when it came to the anomalous. He largely seems to have regarded Bowe’s efforts on this front as self-interested. 

[[include component:image-block name=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/President_Dwight_D.webp|align=left|caption=President Eisenhower at a gala event with Pentagram Personnel. SCP-001 front left looking away from the camera, Speaker Ella is behind her.]]

Eisenhower carefully reviewed records of SCP-001 predictions and strategic outcomes and came to the conclusion that Pentagram had likely been misinterpreting several critical statements from SCP-001. Eisenhower also exhibited a marked dislike of General Steven Bowe, finding him to be “Crude, unnecessarily aggressive, and prone to unilateral decision making that reminded him of Patton in the worst way.” The final nail in the coffin which solidified Eisenhower’s caution was the substantial bloating of Pentagram’s funding. Even though an official audit accounted for all expenditures, Eisenhower remained skeptical that Pentagram’s funding matched the scale of its current initiatives. 

As Bowe was not a political appointee, but a US officer integrated with GOC command, Eisenhower could not remove him. Additionally, as Pentagram was heavily integrated into GOC power structures, Eisenhower could not alter the command structure of the organization to fold it back into the Pentagon. He would have to completely dissolve Pentagram and reform it. While he certainly had the political goodwill to do so, actioning that initiative, at the time, would have reduced American influence in the GOC and weakened containment of the GRU-P. Instead, Eisenhower elected to redistribute resources, cutting direct funding to Pentagram and instead reallocating funding to promote the foundation of nested departments within the CIA and FBI dedicated to the handling of the anomalous. This resulted in the formation of the precursor to the UIU, the CIA's Directorate of Occult Operations, and the decentralization of American counter-anomalous action against the Soviet Union.

Eisenhower’s actions here appear to largely be based on a distrust of Pentagram and the rampant prevalence of Military Industrial Complex’s influence on Pentagram internal and external policy when it came to the GOC. This disposition only worsened when General Bowe was elevated to total command of Pentagram by the Council of 108. Bowe then elected to relocate Pentagram headquarters from London into Eurtec, further uncoupling the organization from Pentagon oversight.

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Eisenhower continued to reduce Pentagram funding and also made cuts to overall United States funding of the GOC during his administration, despite Bowe’s lobbying. These funds were redistributed to domestic initiatives, such as the Interstate system. Funding cuts increased in severity from 1957-1960 and Eisenhower appeared to grow increasingly dissatisfied with Pentagram and the GOC’s handling of occultic affairs. When Eisenhower considered intervening further to recall Pentagram and dismantle the organization’s involvement with the GOC, Vice President Richard Nixon intervened and convinced him that Pentagram was still useful in influencing the GOC to pivot towards American interests.
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[[# anchor-10]]

**Addendum 10:** 1950-1956

[[div class="estrella-paper weathered"]]

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**Access provided by the Silicon Nornir archives.**
[[/=]]
**May 1955**

So, that was a lie. I have not in fact stuck to writing my thoughts down. It’s everything, every time I think about sitting down and committing pen to paper, something else comes up. It’s impossible to remember. Perhaps I should set an alarm to force me to do it. Certainly, that will work. 

We have a small problem. Or rather, a big problem that is also smaller than expected when it should be huge. With the silicon conduction system now in place in the two towers’ frames, and the base cores slotted into their manifolds, we began the intricate process of anchoring the pure conceptual ghosts of our divine namesakes, our Seeress’s sisters, into their new housings. This process was going smoother than expected when we encountered the problem. 

There were three ghosts in the Ethereum Astral Space. Not two. In theory, this would not be an issue, mythological contexts are fluid, and it is possible there was a fourth Norn that was unaccounted for. 

Except the Seeress’s bio-thaumic, spiritual and conceptual signal don’t match our divine namesakes. The only speaker of sufficient skill to have noticed, other than me, was Edvard, and he was distracted with his mirrors and wherever he vanishes off to after Bowe’s visits. This is both a confounding circumstance and an opportunity for immense profit if I play this right. I will need to adjust our engineering plans to add a third tower; I can barely imagine the margins we’ll achieve now! 

Well, that is if it weren’t for the elephant in the room. 

[[div class="phasebox"]]
[[div  class="oceanliner"]]
+ {{Video Log Incident 32, February 10th, 1953}}
[[/div]]

**Foreword:** The following is a summary of Incident 32 spanning the morning through evening of February 10th, 1953. General Steven Bowe and an armed group of Pentagram agents forced their way into the residence of SCP-001 for a spontaneous predictive session without the knowledge of the Cult of the Nornir. This event followed the announcement of budget cuts to Pentagram by the Eisenhower administration.

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<**Begin Log**>

[[div class="blockquote"]]
The elephant being the //incident//.
[[/div]]

**0800-0807:** General Bowe enters the Cult of the Nornir’s residential complex and waits for approximately seven minutes in the lobby. Bowe briefly looks up towards the cameras where his eyes again appear red and irritated before returning to normal. When no representative of the Cult of the Nornir appears, Bowe and his agents board an elevator which takes them to SCP-001’s floor. 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
I don’t know how he got in without someone noticing.
[[/div]]

**0807-0810:** Colonel Bowe knocks on SCP-001’s door with excessive force for approximately fifteen seconds. SCP-001 opens the door. Bowe speaks to SCP-001. Its eyes widen and it attempts to close the door. Bowe forces the door open. He and the agents enter the residence.

[[div class="blockquote"]]
It still makes my blood boil. 
[[/div]]

**0810-1000:** SCP-001 is taken by the arms and moved to the kitchen table, where it is seated in a chair by two agents. SCP-001’s hands shake but it shows no other signs of physical distress.

[[div class="blockquote"]]
I’m too afraid to go back and watch the tapes and see what all he did to her. 
[[/div]]

Colonel Bowe spends the next hour and fifty minutes interrogating SCP-001 with questions regarding the Eisenhower administration. Throughout he demands predictions of possible futures where funding of Pentagram and the GOC are restored to Truman levels. 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
I just know we can’t let it happen again. Next time, we might come in too late.
[[/div]]

Bowe is visibly agitated throughout the entire period. He resorts to screaming at SCP-001, grabbing it by the hair, forcing it to kneel, shoving it, and throwing the entity’s things when SCP-001 fails repeatedly to give him satisfactory courses of action to take. 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
But how do we even begin to stop him? 
[[/div]]

SCP-001, while exhibiting involuntary pain responses, continues to answer questions. Near the end of the two-hour period, it is bleeding and vomiting, but still coherent. 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
Especially when he continues to persist. 
[[/div]]

**1001-1003:** Speaker Edvard leaves his residence and goes to SCP-001’s door, holding a folder with assorted documents. He enters without knocking, and stumbles upon the spontaneous predictive session. 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
He continues to abuse the Seeress and forces her to exert prescience at his and the council’s whims.
[[/div]]

**1004-1015:** Edvard becomes agitated, then angry. He screams at Bowe and his agents to leave. Other members of the Cult of the Nornir, including Speaker Ella, begin to accumulate, some of them armed with para-technology used in their professions. Bowe can be seen smiling and holding up his hands. 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
Two times a week now on official business.
[[/div]]

**1016-1030:** Bowe and his agents exit the residence. Weapons are drawn, forcing the Cult of the Nornir back. They head for the elevator at speed and leave the complex a few minutes later. SCP-001 is helped up by Ella and Edvard. 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
I continue to submit complaints, even if they never get actioned. Paper trail in the future for when someone finally grows a spine.
[[/div]]

**1031-1130:** Ella helps SCP-001 clean up and prepares an iron restoring meal. Edvard paces the residence during this period. He and Ella descend into a heated exchange which ends when Edvard stomps out of the residence. He is last seen, on the 10th, entering his residence, where the cameras within are abruptly disabled and do not turn back on until the next day. 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
But am I doing enough? Could I be doing more?

Edvard certainly is.
[[/div]]

<**End Log**>

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[[div class="report"]]
**Memo Regarding Unsupervised Visits with BCE-001:**

**To:** Pentagram Oversight Command, Threat Assessment Committee, Rights Oversight Body, Ethical Conduct Board
**From:** Speaker Ella Haugen, CEO Cult of the Silicon Nornir

To all relevant parties,

Effective immediately, the Cult of the Silicon Nornir is implementing new access policies in regards to BCE-001 following the Incident on February the 10th of this year. The Cult of the Silicon Nornir is forming an internal security contingent to monitor access to the residential compound and core complex of what will become the NFMA. 

GOC personnel who are not members of the Cult of the Silicon Nornir are now required to check in with Silicon Security in the front lobby of the residential compound portion of the NFMA. Pentagram staff must wait for an on-duty speaker to greet and escort them to meet with BCE-001 for regular prescience activities. 

The Cult recognizes the oversight role of Pentagram in monitoring BCE-001 but unsupervised access and abuse, as was demonstrated yesterday, is unacceptable. I’m aware that all our complaints to date on this topic have been struck down by your individual offices for reasons that seem arbitrary or petty. In light of your negligence, we are being forced to act independently. 

-Ella
[[/div]]

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**Memo to Head of Pentagram Department of Recruiting, from General Bowe:** Due to funding cuts as a result of change in administration, effective immediately, we will now begin targeted recruitment and pamphlet distribution within the City of Eurtec, in addition to our outward facing recruitment efforts in the States. 

BCE-001 had a particularly useful bit of insight on this front, predicting that recruitment from the city’s populace could help fill our manpower shortfalls, and allow us to better allocate our experienced Agents to field operations and GOC strike teams. To carry out this initiative, I expect your department to put together a benefits package for potential recruits which includes the following:

* Official citizenship in a GOC member state of the recruit’s choosing. Yes, I know many of these recruits will be anomalous, but we can build in clauses to revoke this offer at will. 
* A signing bonus, given funding cuts, I’d recommend permanent housing in the high ends of the city. If we have to displace current residents, so be it. Please remember the Nornir compound is off limits. 
* Unlimited checkpoint passage access. 
* Paid vacation, holidays, and four weeks of maternity or paternity leave. 
* Anything else you can think of within reasonable measures. Remember, we’re dangling a carrot over a group of sub-humans. Think about what they want.
[[/div]]

[[/div]]

So now we have our own security within the compound; to make sure they can’t access her without us there. It feels like the bare minimum and still not enough. I don’t know how far we can push the envelope in stopping Bowe when he has so much influence. 

At least we can control this. But where we gain one bit of control, we seem to lose another. Bowe has started recruiting Eurtec citizens for his agents. It makes me feel as if someday we are going to have neighbors turning in neighbors. Just like with the Nazis. 
 
I’m worried about all this abuse, pushing the Seeress to her physical limits, not just for humanitarian reasons. I’m worried it will all backfire terribly. How? I don’t know. Even with her willpower, she has her limits. 

But enough about that nightmare for now. There’s another matter I need to pour my heart out about. 

Some months after these disruptions, I finally worked up the courage to follow through. I know what you’re going to say. 

Five years later? 

I’m a busy woman. 

[[tabview]]
[[tab Video Log Excerpt, March 4th, 1955]]

**Foreword:** The Following is a video log recorded in Speaker Ella Haugen’s private residence on March 4th, 1955. 

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<**Begin Log**>

//Speaker Ella and SCP-001 are seated on a couch in the central living space of Ella’s residence within the Eurtec compound. A cathode ray TV set is set slightly back against the nearest wall. The TV is on and is currently set to a channel where the American sitcom “I Love Lucy” is playing. Ella is not watching the TV, she is looking down at the carpet, tapping her fingers on the arm of the couch. She occasionally looks up at SCP-001.//

[[div class="blockquote"]]
It was a hard confession to make. 
[[/div]]

//After several minutes, Ella moves from the couch and turns off the TV. SCP-001 looks up from the threads it had been sewing together.//

**SCP-001:** Ella?

**Speaker Ella:** Seeress, would you—

[[div class="blockquote"]]
My heart was pounding in my chest. I was afraid I was going to break out into a sweat.
[[/div]]

//Ella pauses for several seconds.//

**Speaker Ella:** Would you join me at the kitchen counter? There’s something I want to discuss with you, and I’d prefer to be standing when I do…

//SCP-001 uses its staff to leverage itself off the couch.//

**SCP-001:** Of course, Ella? Are you alright?

[[div class="blockquote"]]
And somehow, in that moment, I still couldn’t drop my corporate professionalism. 
[[/div]]

**Speaker Ella:** Yes, I’m fine. There’s just something I want to talk about with you that’s of a sensitive nature. 

//SCP-001 sits on a stool at the kitchen counter, leaning the staff against it. Ella leans against the counter, pressing her fingers into the granite.//

**Speaker Ella:** We’ve known each other now for nine years, and there’s something I’ve been putting off telling you for nearly half a decade. 

**SCP-001:** I am listening, Ella, please do not hesitate.

//SCP-001 reaches out and pats the granite searching for Ella’s hand. She places it under SCP-001’s and holds it there.//

**Speaker Ella:** I don’t know any other way so I will just come out and say it. Nameless one, I’ve developed feelings for you. 

//SCP-001 says nothing. They sit in silence for several seconds as SCP-001’s jaw muscles clench and unclench.//

**SCP-001:** When? 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
Then I just couldn’t stop. It all came pouring out.
[[/div]]

**Speaker Ella:** It really began nine years ago. Back when we grew close in the dark hours, where all I wanted was to see you smile. To see you enjoy life, to flourish and to grow. That desire has never gone away, only deepened. Now I have no other description for this ache in my breast. I am in love with you. 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
Was I talking too fast? Would she catch it all?
[[/div]]

//SCP-001 sits still. A ticking clock is picked up by the microphone.// 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
It couldn’t have been more than a minute that we sat there after my confession. It was suffocating. Did she feel the same? Why was she so quiet? She said nothing and I couldn’t bear it. 
[[/div]]

**Speaker Ella:** Is there a chance you feel the same, Seeress?

//SCP-001 keeps its hand over Ella’s.//

**SCP-001:** I will admit, there is something in my heart which aches much the same in your presence. 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
My heart soared in my chest. I thought it liable to burst free from its cage and take wing to the heavens.
[[/div]]

//Ella sits up straighter on the stool. Her eyes widen.//

**Speaker Ella:** I—if you feel something too…I never imagined...

//Ella verbally stumbles several times. She flips her hand over, lacing her fingers with SCP-001’s. Beneath the counter, her leg bounces.//

**Speaker Ella:** I know this is wrong. Blasphemous, even for a mortal, and a goddess too—

//SCP-001 shifts on the stool.//

**Speaker Ella:** Do you want to explore this together? What could be between us? 

//SCP-001 is still for fifteen seconds before it releases Ella’s hand. It grasps its staff and rises. It walks to the window while leaning on the staff. SCP-001 stands by the window for another thirty seconds, looking out at the construction of Eurtec.//

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A knot rose in my chest. Had I said the wrong thing?
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**Speaker Ella:** Seeress?

**SCP-001:** No. 

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It was like being slapped hard across the face. 
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//Ella flinches.//

**Speaker Ella:** What? 

//SCP-001 does not turn from the window.//

**SCP-001:** No, I do not wish to explore it. 

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And again. 
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//Ella flinches again.//

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I could not understand why. Some part of me still refuses too. 
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**Speaker Ella:** Why? Did I say something wrong? Offend you? Please, talk to me Seeress.

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I must have seemed so desperate.
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//Ella flinches again.//

**SCP-001:** You’ve not said anything of harm to me. It is simply that this thing you wish to seek would leave us both adrift. 

//Ella’s jaw muscles clench and unclench for several seconds.//

**Speaker Ella:** How? Why?

**SCP-001:** Because it would be loving a dream. A shadow, a reflection of something so deep and immense you’d never reach its end. A puff of mist or a cloud you could never grasp. Fleeting and caught in the spaces between in an endless cycle that would leave you lonelier than the outset. 

//Ella looks down.//

**Speaker Ella:** Oh. 

**SCP-001:** I could not love you like you deserve. I could not live with you in the small moments in between like you wish. My heart is held far away atop a spiral mountain, and your life is so very short that it would be a wound upon the world once you’re gone. I enjoy your company, your laugh and voice, the small moments between us, but they will not last. I would be both too much and not enough for existence and then you would be gone. 

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What was the worst that could happen? I had thought it would be a simple no. 

I was wrong and it cut so very deep.

The worst that could happen was the mutual realization of chemistry and love but a cosmic gap between us. A knife to both our hearts and one I didn’t understand.
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//Ella sniffles and wipes several tears from her eyes. SCP-001 turns and walks back to Ella. It takes her hand and squeezes it.//

**Speaker Ella:** I don’t understand.

**SCP-001:** You don’t and you never truly will. But the blame rests not with you. It is the way of such things. 

**Speaker Ella:** The way of such things…

**SCP-001:** I am sorry that it stings, but I will remain your friend all the same. No matter what lay in our chests.

//Speaker Ella is quiet for several seconds.//

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She was right, I didn’t understand. Maybe I never would. It should have shattered my resolve.
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**Speaker Ella:** Thank you, Seeress.

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But it only hardened it. I needed to keep trying. To attempt to understand, at least, why we could not be more than what we were.
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//Several seconds of silence.//

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So instead, I asked after that which would be more comfortable and familiar. 
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**Speaker Ella:** Seeress, what do you see in your dreams which are not haunted by visions of what was, what is, what could have been, and what might come to be?

//SCP-001 does not respond for some time. Eventually it looks up in the general direction of the ceiling.// 

**SCP-001:** I dream of technicolor splendor in true paradise; beneath the eyes of a goddess you do not know or believe in. Rolling waves endlessly echoing towards distant white shores. Endless hills of cascading green; warmly lit by a swift sunrise. A spiral tower of endless metallic coral piercing the clouds above and holding the light of the world at its very tip. A grand city to end all grand cities captured beneath its endless light, buzzing with all those who have been lost, all those who once sang of we and I and the. 

[[include component:image-block name=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/Concept%2520Art.webp|align=left|caption=SCP-001’s illustration.]]

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In my mind, I could almost see the grandiosity of that place. Is this where her heart was? Or merely where one of several of its fragmented pieces lay.
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//Several seconds of silence.//

**SCP-001:** It is a place I have long wondered when I shall see. A place I have at times longed to be, rather than in the suffering of the now. Many of my friends are there, many of the people who once taught me the joys of life, of the fire of song and living. The people who freed me so very long ago from the burden of a hateful world. People that showed me there was good, there was love, and that there is life beyond the one I held closest to my heart. 

**Speaker Ella:** They sound lovely. 

**SCP-001:** They were. Yet, we, humankind, drove them into the sea. Burnt their homes, buried their children, bloodied their corpses and left nothing behind. A catastrophic mistake which paved the way for the rising doom of your granddaughter’s time.

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There was an ominousness in her voice. That same tone that I had heard before in that room, not too long ago when she was being asked to demonstrate her capabilities. It washed over me, building a dread crawling beneath my skin. 

What is this doom? 

Why could I not bring myself to ask more about it? 
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//Speaker Ella remains silent. She turns to look out the window, and they sit in silence for the rest of the recording.//

<**End Log**>

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I remain uncertain. Perhaps this catastrophe will become more apparent with time. 

My heart hurts; I will not deny it. I will need time. 

Time we don’t have when working so closely. 

Perhaps I should have left it all unsaid. 

To make matters worse, this discovery that she isn’t what we thought has added wrinkles. 

Was she afraid of what I would learn? 

That when I found out, it would change everything. 

Is that why she has pushed me away? 

It changes nothing for me emotionally. 

Not when it comes to romance. 

Maybe someday she’ll be more open. 

Maybe someday I’ll understand. 

But I’m getting off track and lost in the possibilities of romance. Or maybe it’s the ache of rejection. 

There are so many lingering questions about her. 

She’s willful and driven in the quiet moments. Assertive in who she is. 

She wanders the city with but a single guard, sometimes we walk with her. 

What does she do on these walks, I hear you asking? 

She speaks with the citizens of Eurtec, asks about their lives. She goes to festivals, community events, marathons, competitions, and sometimes she even participates. 

Have you ever seen a blind woman dance? 

Neither did I until this past Sunday. 

Who taught her to dance? 

Why is there so much freedom in her steps?

Others see it, that much I’m sure of.

I have begun to see occasional street art of the Seeress in some of the residential sectors. It is inspired and hopeful, filled with the implication that she is carrying Eurtec’s burdens on her back. It seems as though she is becoming a symbol of the city, right under our noses. 

A light in the dark of Pentagram’s growing human supremacist attitude. 


[[include component:image-block name=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/Schadow_Grabmal_Alexander_2.webp|align=Right|caption=The Moirai, Greek Goddesses of Fate.]]

Which makes the lingering, frail vulnerability in the presence of Bowe so strange. It’s like I’m staring into the face of two completely different people. 

Which one is the real woman? 

[[include component:image-block name=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/Johann_Heinrich_F%25C3%25BCssli_063.webp|align=right|caption=Tiresias the blind prophet.]]

Who the hell have we fought tooth and nail for, for the past 10 years? 

Who is this stranger who we call Seeress? 

A Moirai? 

Another Goddess? 

An Oracle? Tiresias?

One of those would surely make sense, right?

Should I interrogate this further with her or leave it be? 

No, I don’t think anything good will come of trying to nail it down. 

Best to bury this so no one ever knows. Best to not let her know I know and then let it die. 

But there’s one question that remains above all others. 

What does she actually want with us? 
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+ {{Video Log Excerpts: Eurtec Nornir Residences, Predictive Session December 7th, 1956}}
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**Background Context for Predictive Session:**

During and following WWI, a generalized consolidation of occultic organizations began across the globe as a consequence of rapidly developing communication technologies and the rise of Nationalist sympathies on the global stage. In the early years of the 20th century, this phenomenon mostly affected the highly developed and industrialized countries of Western Europe, The United States, and Japan.[[footnote]]With the formation of the Foundation and early iterations of Pentagram and the AOI.[[/footnote]] However, with the rise of the Obskurakorps in the 30’s, and the seizure of Czechoslovakia and Austria by Nazi Germany, region and even community associated occultic groups and populations were targeted for exploitation. 

The advent of World War II and the invasions of the Axis in Eastern and Western Europe, East and South East Asia, and many Pacific islands led to the exploitation, absorption, or destruction of thousands of regional occultic groups. These events consolidated influence in state sponsored Occultic Organizations and, in many cases, the targeted genocide of occultic populations. Eastern and Southern European occultic populations were particularly vulnerable to being wiped out by the Bulgarians, Romanians, Nazis, and Italians. Chinese, Vietnamese, Thai, Burmese, Filipino, Malaysian, Indonesian, and Polynesian occultic populations were subjected to similar genocidal assaults by Japanese Navy and Army associated occultic forces. 

[[include component:image-block name=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/Bundesarchiv_Bild_101I-179-1575-08%252C_Ioannina%252C_Deportation_von_Juden.webp|align=left|caption=A Greek occultic woman in mourning following the deportation of Greek occultic communities by the GOC.]]

By the end of WWII, many of these groups had been wiped out or tentatively absorbed/integrated in some way into larger organizations, like the Allied Occult Initiative. Many of these smaller regional organizations would begin attempting to reassert their independence post-war, leaving 108 medium sized organizations to form the GOC. 

In the late 1940’s, Italy and Eastern Bloc states, who had elected for GOC monitoring over the involvement of the GRU-P, began experiencing political and social instability following the end of the Greek Civil war. The rich history of under-veil artifacts and beliefs in the region inured the populace to the GOC after the exploitative mentality of the Obskurakorps. Occultic groups and populations in the region who had received material assistance for resistance efforts, but weren’t integrated into the GOC, appealed to the GOC for assistance in helping stabilize relations with mundane interests. The GOC began construction of railways connecting ancient Greek and Roman cultural centers to GOC research facilities in the Swiss Alps in ~1946. The initial positive attitude shifted substantially as the GOC began to tilt towards human supremacist-based policy for the maintenance of the veil, post-war. 

[[include component:image-block name= https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/Bundesarchiv_Bild_101I-168-0894-21A%252C_Griechenland%252C_Saloniki%252C_Erfassung_von_Juden.webp|align=right|caption= Removal of anomalous populations from the Balkans.]]

Like the Obskurakorps before them, the GOC viewed these smaller regional organizations simultaneously as obstacles, exploitable, and also considered them threats to the new doctrine of maintaining the Veil. The GOC began confiscating and looting important anomalous artifacts from both ancient cultural sites and communities within the region. This was primarily to deprive these smaller regional organizations of power. Artifacts were initially stored in specially designed warehouses where they were intended to be trafficked to and from localized research facilities to determine usefulness of the item for paratech research, at which point they would be shipped up the railway lines. 

Relations worsened further when the GOC began forcing anomalous communities within Italian, Greek and Yugoslavian villages, towns, and cities from their homes with approval from local governments. Displaced persons were moved into ‘quarantine’ camps where they would remain until Eurtec was available for their relocation. While manifest records appear to indicate proper relocalization, a number of persons never made it to the camps, and their peers would later submit missing persons reports which were never properly addressed. 

[[include component:image-block name= https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/D822-106.webp | align=left|caption=Children of anomalous parents in one of the GOC’s internment camps.]]

The conditions in relocation camps were generally considered to be poor, with hastily constructed shelters, food supply issues, and cramped conditions. Similar initiatives were also underway in the Pacific[[footnote]] Focused on Japan, the Philippines, French Indochina, British Malaysia, the Dutch East Indies, and various Polynesian and Micronesian islands.[[/footnote]] South Asia (India, Pakistan, Burma), The Middle East[[footnote]] Including Iraq, Iran, Syria, Turkey, Afghanistan, the Levant, and Egypt.[[/footnote]] Africa, and the Americas.

Organized resistance networks, originally established to fight the Nazis and Obskurakorps, reformed and refocused to combat the growing hostility of GOC forces. Resistance was initially dealt with through diplomacy and negotiation, but when talks stalled in late 1947, tensions devolved into relocation at gunpoint and then localized massacres which were swept under the rug by local commanders. Organized resistance began to inflict serious setbacks on GOC forces  in 1949, with the sabotage of the construction of multiple local research facilities. Reprisals against anomalous peoples within the camps were swift and harsh but only hardened resistance and escalated the frequency of sabotage events. 

By late 1956, tensions with the anomalous population remaining in the region, discontent within Eurtec citizens who had been displaced from the region, and higher concentrations of GOC strike units were indicators that the Mediterranean was on the edge of open anomalous war that could spill into Eurtec. Unbeknownst to the GOC, outside influences, including the Serpent’s Hand, had begun supplying local resistance units with para-weapons. Pentagram was instructed to consult SCP-001’s predictive capacities to assess next steps. 

**Foreword:** On December 7th, 1956, General Bowe arrived for a short predictive session with SCP-001. 

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<**Begin log**>

//Video log begins roughly fifteen minutes after the start of the session, excluding irrelevant minor predictive exchanges. SCP-001 is seated in a multi-purpose conference room within the Cult of the Nornir complex. Speaker Ella and Edvard are also in the room. Bowe is across from them. SCP-001 exhibits no signs of nervousness observed in previous recordings.// 

**General Bowe:** Thank you for indulging in these minor inquiries. Let’s shift to what we actually came for. 

//SCP-001 is still.//

**General Bowe:** As I’m sure you’re already aware, boy, there’s been quite a bit of unrest in the Balkans. I think it’s in everyone’s best interest to avoid the powder-keg exploding. So, son, do your thing, look into the future and tell me what it will take. 

//General Bowe leans back in the chair smoking a cigar which trails faintly pink smoke. SCP-001 shudders, wrapping one hand around the staff.// 

**SCP-001:** To avoid the rise of flame and smoke upon the earth, those within the wired cross must be released. What was taken must be returned. This will still the winds of violence drifting south. 

//General Bowe frowns. He nods at a nearby guard. They rip the seat out from under SCP-001 with one hand and grab its hair in the other. SCP-001’s jaw clenches but it does not cry out.//

**General Bowe:** Boy, you try my patience. Abandoning the area, letting all these wizards and monsters go, and giving everything back means risking a break in the veil. Ain’t going to happen. Give me options that minimize loss of my men in preventing war. 

//SCP-001 grits its teeth.//

**Speaker Ella:** Bowe, you know this isn’t how this—

**SCP-001:** Ella, I will give him what he desires.

**General Bowe:** Well, go on then. 

//SCP-001 breathes deeply and looks directly at Bowe. Before it can begin, he speaks again.//

**General Bowe:** I’m waiting, boy. 

//SCP-001’s expression shifts, whether from pain or some other emotion, is unclear. Its jaw clenches as it speaks.//

**SCP-001:** If war you seek to avoid with loss of little to one’s own, then the carriage horse of steel is the only path. Move that which was taken North in a single motion. It shall reach the destination shielded in fire and flame from the strife to come. 

<**End Log**>

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