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[[# anchor-11]]
**Addendum 11:** 1956-1968

[[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 1964**

The alarm failed. I threw out the clock and completely forgot this existed and now look at it, the cover is thick with dust. I’m beginning to think the problem is not everything else, it’s just me. Maybe I’m just terrible at keeping a diary. Bureaucratic paperwork? Sure. Keeping an eye on the Seeress’s schedule? Absolutely on it. Writing in the diary? This time. This time for sure I’ll stick to it. 

So much has happened so quickly that we’ve not had time to breathe. The NFMA is 80% complete. The third tower has lagged a bit behind the others just because it was a modification to the original designs and blueprints, but we estimate the framework and the Seeress’s penthouse will be finished by mid-1964, if not sooner. When that is done, Bowe’s abuse ends and he won’t be leaving her bleeding and vomiting by the end of a session anymore. 

Our profits are unbelievable. The corporation is private, so we have no public trading, but accounting estimates that our income streams from Fortune 500 corporations looking for predictive applications and new industry investment opportunities are raking in billions of dollars per month. This is fantasy levels of wealth.

And we desperately need that after everything that has happened. The GOC has been getting slammed from every side. 

[[div class="factual"]]
**Aftermath of [[[Multi-Goddess Drifting| Zurich Incident]]]:** On February 1st, 1957, GOC Strike Forces coupled two trains, a heavily armored multi-car cargo train, and a heavily armed and armored assault train containing multiple GOC strike groups, to each other at the terminus of a GOC rail line in Greece. Over the course of the next two weeks, the train stopped at and loaded artifacts from multiple warehouses enroute to the GOC’s primary para-research facilities in Zurich, Switzerland. 

[[include component:image-block name= https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/Liskamm%252C_Zermatt.webp | align=right|caption=Photograph of a mountain within the Swiss Alps.]]

On February 15th, 1957, former AOI collaborators turned Serpent’s Hand operatives, [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] hijacked the trains, eliminated four attached GOC strike groups and disabled or destroyed dozens of GOC defensive weapons emplacements and checkpoints situated along the rail line in the Swiss Alps. The assault train was decoupled from the cargo train during the assault and rigged with para-explosives which were then used to level the Zurich research facility. Thousands of para-tech research personnel, including multiple critical and well-regarded experts, were killed. Thousands of para-tech prototypes were destroyed. 

To add salt into the wound, the cargo train containing thousands of occultic artifacts was transported to an unknown location. 

[[include component:image-block name=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/%25D9%2581%25D8%25A7%25D8%25AC%25D8%25B9%25D9%2587_%25D9%2582%25D8%25B7%25D8%25A7%25D8%25B1_%25D9%2586%25DB%258C%25D8%25B4%25D8%25A7%25D8%25A8%25D9%2588%25D8%25B1_-_panoramio.webp|align=left|caption=Remnants of the Zurich Research Facility.]]

These events became known as the Zurich Incident or the Zurich Raid. The GOC considered the defeat a colossal scandal, due to the loss of more than a hundred GOC strike personnel, thousands of research personnel, para-tech prototypes, and powerful occultic artifacts. General Bowe was summoned before the council of 108 where he was reprimanded and received orders to eliminate the new threats by coordinating with SCP-001 and the Cult of the Silicon Nornir. 

From 1957-1960, Serpent’s Hand operations increased dramatically. They targeted GOC strongpoints and facilities with hit and run strikes, and guerilla assaults. Displaced people in GOC camps were moved to Eurtec, but GOC strike units were forced to withdraw from the Balkans as [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] destroyed multiple GOC facilities, Strike Units, and assets at an alarming rate while coordinating with local resistance groups. Failure to contain the threat compounded with Eisenhower’s wariness of Pentagram and distrust of Bowe led to the slashing of Pentagram and GOC funding. 

Despite Bowe’s failures, he was not removed as head of Pentagram.
[[/div]]

Bowe is here every day, and if he’s not here, he’s in the actual Silicon Towers complex in the still half completed focal chamber. We’ve had to put up no smoking signs and confiscate all cigarettes and cigars from the bastard when he comes in to stop him gumming up the sensitive tech.

He, Pentagram, and the Council of 108 are taking the blame for the disaster that was the American attempt to overthrow the Cuban communist government.

[[tabview]]
[[tab Predictive Session March 12th, 1961]]

**Background Context:** 

In 1952, outrage of the Cuban populace at Fulgencio Batista’s seizure of power and presidential proclamation began the Cuban Revolution in the form of an armed rebellion. Fighting would last until 1958 when Batista fled the country. Fidel Castro and other revolutionaries would then form a provisional government which would eventually be replaced by Castro’s Marxist-Leninist communist government in 1961. Castro began quietly receiving occultic assistance from the Soviet Union in the late 1950s before a more formal public agreement was announced in 1961. 

President Eisenhower was already aware of the occultic intervention of the Soviet Union thanks to CIA intercepts of Russian transcripts in 1957. Eisenhower ordered the CIA to begin orchestrating plans for an invasion of Cuba to target Castro’s faction in 1954 using loyalists to the Cuban Government in exile. 

[[include component:image-block name=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/Manuel_Urrutia2.webp|align=left|caption=Che Guevara and other Leaders of the Cuban Revolutionary Government.]]

By 1960, this plan had evolved into an invasion to topple the government and eliminate both Castro and Che Guevara, the latter of whom was responsible for spreading communist ideology in Latin and South American countries. Guevara had personally trained communist militias in the region and was a high priority target. Eisenhower assigned the CIA and its anomalous department to plan the invasion, which would then be coordinated between the newly formed Cuban Democratic Revolutionary Front and US Navy and Airforce aviation wings. 

[[include component:image-block name= https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/Fidel_Castro_-_MATS_Terminal_Washington_1959_%2528cropped%2529.webp | align=right|caption=Fidel Castro.]]

Eisenhower and the CIA director, Allen Dulles, then met with General Bowe to coordinate a plan to obtain a probabilistic outcome from SCP-001. Their goal was to cross reference predictions with geographic and strategic assessment to ascertain where the best landing sites were, and what the best approach would be. They then approached SCP-001 with General Bowe, at which point SCP-001 identified Trinidad, Cuba as the site most likely to provide strategic success for the invasion. President Eisenhower then briefed the newly elected President John F. Kennedy, who approved of the initial plan. 

While some Serpent’s Hand activity was suspected in the region, there were no prior indicators that they were operating in Cuba. GOC strike packages were also committed to the effort in an attempt to restore the GOC’s reputation as a competent strategic force in the anomalous world. 

President Kennedy did not initially take action following the transition of power and hesitated to commit to the plan. This was due to the high visibility of Trinidad as a strategic target. Instead, Kennedy asked the CIA and General Bowe for a more inconspicuous location for the operation. 

The following log is General Bowe’s predictive session with SCP-001 for this purpose.

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<**Begin Log:**> 

//SCP-001, General Bowe, Speaker Ella, and Speaker Edvard are within the partially completed NFMA central focus chamber. Bowe appears disheveled, his suit is wrinkled, there are purple and red bags underneath his eyes, and his hair has not been adequately combed in some time.//

[[div class="blockquote"]]
He harasses the Seeress for every detail she can give. 
[[/div]]

**General Bowe:** No pleasantries today, boy. I assume you know why I’m here?

[[div class="blockquote"]]
He’s desperate and gets more desperate every day because he’s now in command of GOC security forces and strike teams. 
[[/div]]

**SCP-001:** Cuba. I see the desire for flame and blood, assurances for a clear path to restore control of your own backyard. You want a new place and an outcome. 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
And they’re getting torn apart.
[[/div]]

//General Bowe taps his foot at a rapid interval.//

**General Bowe:** Yes, boy. Give me what I need, I’m on a timetable for the president. 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
And now I see in those hateful eyes, the same helplessness that he has made us feel all these years. 
[[/div]]

**SCP-001:** There are many streams and paths to walk along the—

//General Bowe makes a gesture and a guard steps past Edvard and Ella.//

[[div class="blockquote"]]
He’s so desperate that he’s escalated the abuse to extraordinary physical violence and injury.
[[/div]]

//The speakers watch as the guard slams the butt of his rifle into SCP-001’s face. The entity staggers backwards and is silenced. A second guard then yanks SCP-001’s hair and forces it to kneel.// 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
We were frozen as it happened. But something in me snapped and I could feel all my rage boiling over. My body started to move on its own. 
[[/div]]

//Despite blood dripping from its nose, it does not exhibit pain responses to any of the actions.//

[[div class="blockquote"]]
I surged forward, the incantation blazing against the tip of my tongue. 
[[/div]]

//Ella is stopped by Edvard. Edvard whispers something not picked up by the microphone to Ella.// 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
He stopped me before I could fling the incantation. He said in my ear: “There will be a time, but it isn’t now.” 

I wanted to scream at him. Him of all people letting this go on? What was wrong with him?
[[/div]]

**General Bowe:** Maybe I wasn’t clear enough; I don’t have time for your cryptic mystery nonsense. Get on with it. 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
Then she looked up and I saw in her eyes something I had not seen before. Fire. Anger. Determination, possibly even hatred. The hatred of a prophet scorned.
[[/div]]

//Ella takes a step back. Edvard’s lips part. SCP-001 looks at Bowe. Its hands tighten around the staff. Bowe shifts in place, taking a small step back. When SCP-001 next speaks, its voice is layered.//

**SCP-001:** The Bay of Pigs is where you shall find your answer, but be warned, without the sky of metal, all will burn in the fires of revolution.

[[div class="blockquote"]]
Her words flared against my ear, and somehow, I knew. That once meek woman who trembled before Bowe was gone. 
[[/div]]

<**End Log**>

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**Aftermath:** Following SCP-001’s identification of the Bay of Pigs as the location best befitting the upcoming operation, Bowe reported back to John F. Kennedy. Tape transcripts of the meeting indicate Bowe failed to inform Kennedy of SCP-001’s warning for reasons that remain unclear. 

On April 14th, a fleet of Cuban exiles and two GOC strike packages, including new paraweapon mechs in the form of Orange Suits, left Guatemala and sailed for the Bay of Pigs. In the early hours of April 15th, American B-26 bombers targeted Cuban airfields. While inflicting moderate damage, American aircraft failed to disable the operational capacity of the Cuban Airforce. Cuban B-26’s and T-33s were armed with weapons and prepared for operations. This initial air assault resulted in a furious diplomatic exchange through the United Nations General Assembly. 

At Midnight on April 17th, the invasion fleet and GOC strike packages came ashore. Their landing ships were attacked by Cuban aircraft at 0650 hours resulting in damage to several ships and the sinking of a transport. 

[[include component:image-block name=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/John_F.webp|align=left|caption=President John F. Kennedy.]]

Initially, the invasion force seized the strategic initiative. The initial Cuban Militias were not assisted by paraweapons, which meant the Cuban exiles with their better training and assistance from the raw occultic power of the GOC orange suits quickly overwhelmed opposition at the beachhead and began pushing inland. Despite initial successes, the arrival of Cuban militia with paraweapons slowed the advance and began to inflict casualties on the invasion force. 

On April 18th, the invasion reached international attention and Nikita Khrushchev wired Kennedy an ultimatum threatening Nuclear retaliation if Cuba were to fall into American hands. Under international pressure, Kennedy ordered air support for the operation to be ended. The strategic initiative did not immediately shift, thanks in part to the contribution of GOC strike packages which began to overwhelm even the paraweapon equipped Cuban militia. 

[[include component:image-block name=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/2506-houston.webp|align=right|caption=The USS Houston after a direct hit from a para weapon.]]

However, as American support was withdrawing, [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] of the Serpent’s Hand intervened and proceeded to dismantle the GOC strike packages, including the Orange Suits. For reasons that remain largely unclear, the Serpent’s Hand Operatives only targeted the GOC strike packages and otherwise ignored the Cuban Exiles. They then withdrew when all GOC assets had been neutralized and were last seen under attack by the Cuban militias. 

[[include component:image-block name=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/Attack_near_Playa_Giron.webp|align=left|caption=Cuban Militia pushing the GOC and Rebels back.]]

With GOC paraweapon support against the Cuban Militias disabled or destroyed and American air and naval support withdrawing, the invasion force was left stranded and forced to pull back. Castro took direct command of field operations and directed a more aggressive engagement of the remaining invaders. 

US warships evacuated Cuban Exiles who were able to make it back to the beach, but many were cut off and forced to surrender. The Bay of Pigs invasion was considered a failure, a public scandal, and an embarrassment to the United States and Western Democratic interests in containing communism. Ultimately the invasion would catalyze the heavy intervention of the Soviet Union and lead to the Cuban Missile Crisis.

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


They nearly plunged the world into nuclear apocalypse in 1962. 

[[div class="document"]]

**John F. Kennedy’s viewpoint on the GOC and SCP-001:** 
 
In terms of middle and late GOC policy and the development of Global Occultic interests President John F. Kennedy likely had the most outsized impact. 

During the 1960 presidential campaign, John F. Kennedy presented himself as offering moderate support for the UN GOC and Pentagram. Privately he expressed concerns about the strategic capabilities and competency of the GOC and Pentagram strike units. 

[[include component:image-block name= https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/President_John_F.webp|align=right|caption=Kennedy hosting SCP-001 in the White House for a one on one prediction session.]]

Kennedy believed in rearmament and the value of the Military-Industrial complex to keep American forces dominant on the world stage in the face of Soviet aggression and the spread of communism. He believed that the maintenance and projection of mundane and occultic forces was crucial for American foreign policy. 

Detailed records indicate Kennedy was aware of the GOC’s ongoing string of strategic failures and degradation of its operational capacity. Initially, Kennedy appears to have regarded shortcomings with the GOC and Pentagram as a funding issue, highlighting Eisenhower’s continuous funding cuts to the GOC and Pentagram as major reasons for strategic failures.

[[include component:image-block name=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/Cuba_Missiles_Crisis_U-2_photo.webp|align=left|caption=U2 Aerial Photograph of Cuban Missile Sites and Para-weapon emplacements]]

This viewpoint changed radically following the Bay of Pigs invasion. Kennedy became disillusioned with the CIA, the GOC, and Pentagram. He came to believe they had conspired to set him up to appear bad in the public eye and weak on the world stage. Kennedy then doubled back on increasing US funding and instead further slashed it. This was a break from the promises he made to Bowe and other GOC representatives during his campaign.

[[include component:image-block name=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/Cuban_missiles.webp|align=right|caption=GOC reconnaissance of Cuban para-missile emplacements.]]

As a knock-on consequence of the Bay of Pigs, Kennedy became distrustful of Bowe and his interpretations of SCP-001’s predictions and probabilistic outcomes. During his administration, he chose to either meet with SCP-001 and the Cult of the Nornir personally or dispatch trusted members of his cabinet to relay telegraphs and phone communication of the entity’s predictions. This departure from established protocol with Pentagram oversight of SCP-001 made waves within the GOC and the American Occultic-Military-Industrial complex and seems to have incensed General Bowe based on private records. Some anomalous historians suspect these factors may have contributed to Kennedy’s assassination and that Bowe may have had a hand in letting it happen.

[[include component:image-block name=https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/b/bd/Nuclear_Warhead_Bunker_Under_Construction_San_Cristobal_Site_1_-_NARA_-_193930.tif/lossy-page1-1280px-Nuclear_Warhead_Bunker_Under_Construction_San_Cristobal_Site_1_-_NARA_-_193930.tif.jpg?_=20110927234847|align=left|caption=GOC reconnaissance of Cuban nuclear and para-nuclear weapons bunkers.]]

Following the Bay of Pigs invasion, the GOC and Pentagram ignored or failed to act on SCP-001’s predictions indicative of Soviet assistance to Cuba in the construction of missile launch facilities capable of striking US population centers and military sites. Soviet assistance came as a response to the Bay of Pigs invasion, and the agreements with Turkey that allowed American ICBMs to be placed within range of major Russian population centers and military facilities. SCP-001’s predictions came to fruition when a U-2 spy plane discovered Soviet ICBM launchers in Cuba on October 14th, 1962, provoking the events of the Cuban missile crisis. 

The CIA, GOC, and Pentagram all advocated for aggressive and radical action against Cuba and the Soviets leading to escalations during the Cuban Missile crisis and Kennedy’s further disillusionment with these organizations. Kennedy privately and closely consulted with SCP-001 along with other members of his cabinet during the thirteen days of the crisis, ultimately listening to the direct advice of the anomaly rather than any distinct interpretation. Kennedy discovered during the events of the crisis that predictions had been withheld from him and became furious with the GOC. 

[[include component:image-block name=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/USS_Charles_P.webp|align=right|caption=USS Charles P. Cecil underway to intercept Soviet Cargo ships carrying GRU-P para-weapons and nuclear payloads.]]

Like Eisenhower before him, Kennedy considered dismantling Pentagram and reintegrating it into the Pentagon. Kennedy also proposed direct removal of Bowe and Bowe’s loyalists within Pentagram to alleviate ongoing issues, but Kennedy’s Joint Chiefs and GOC representatives were incredibly resistant to the idea. He also considered directly assuming sponsorship of the Cult of the Silicon Nornir to avoid future hawkish withholding of information. 

These considerations appeared to come late in his administration as he never had the chance to properly enact them. 

[[/div]]

Then the seeress revealed the depths of mind and power against Bowe’s hatred and abuse. 

[[tabview]]
[[tab Predictive Session November 18th, 1963]]

**Foreword:** In June of 1963, President Kennedy asked his secret service contingent and his cabinet to make plans for a trip to Dallas, Texas, late in the year to smooth over friction between liberal and conservative elements of the Texas Democratic party. Records indicate Kennedy also intended for this trip to be the semi-official launch of his reelection campaign. The planned visit became public knowledge at some point in October, though Soviet records indicate they were aware of the upcoming event in early September. 

[[include component:image-block name= https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/John_F2.webp | align=left|caption=Kennedy’s “We Chose to Go to the Moon” speech.]]

An initial motorcade route was decided on October 15th, which would have taken the presidential motorcade up Houston street along a more scenic route. On October 20th, Bowe and several GOC intelligence units received credible intelligence on the potential for an assassination attempt against Kennedy’s life during the trip from communist sympathizers. Kennedy’s secret service was informed, but Kennedy himself was never informed of the danger for reasons that remain unclear. Some personal records indicate that Bowe may have intended to withhold the information and reveal it after the assassination with the intent to win back favor with the president. 

Multiple additional routes were then evaluated. On the 10th of November, a tentative plan was put in place which would take Kennedy’s motorcade through downtown Dallas on a long, zig-zagging route before circling around to the final destination southwest of Downtown.

Bowe was informed of the motorcade route and was asked to consult SCP-001 on whether it would avoid the assassination attempt. The Following log excerpt consists of this interaction.

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 <**Begin Log**>

//General Bowe, Speaker Ella, Speaker Edvard, and SCP-001 are in a conference room within the NFMA. SCP-001 has a small electronic tablet situated in front of it. As before, Bowe appears disheveled and has purple bags underneath his eyes. He looks at the tablet while wrinkling his forehead. His fingernails briefly appear a shade of crimson before returning to normal.// 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
There was nothing left of that fear within her. 
[[/div]]

**General Bowe:** What’s that?

[[div class="blockquote"]]
I often wonder where it went, what changed. 
[[/div]]

**Speaker Ella:** The first prototype of a remote interface with the NFMA for the Seeress. Forced Prescience is about to be a thing of the past. 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
Maybe she finally hit her breaking point. 
[[/div]]

//General Bowe frowns and grunts.// 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
It wasn’t overnight. But after the Cuba session well—
[[/div]]

**General Bowe:** Right. You know why I’m here then? 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
She stopped giving a shit. 
[[/div]]

**SCP-001:** To regain trust and glory lost in the foolishness of self-inflicted pain. Poisoned ambition taints all those at your feet. 

//General Bowe makes a gesture. Two guards move around the table towards SCP-001. Speaker Ella slams her fist on the table.//

[[div class="blockquote"]]
I had had enough as well. I had sat by for far too long, and it was time to say something and shed my fear.
[[/div]]

**Speaker Ella:** Enough Bowe, after all these years, when is it enough? You have to stop. This has to end. 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
At least that’s what I told myself as I spoke those words. I suppose that was the straw that finally broke the camel’s back. 
[[/div]]

//Ella rises to try and stop one of the guards but is shoved aside. She collides with the edge of an end table and falls to the floor clutching her side. Edvard gets up to move to Ella but receives a punch to the gut. He falls to the floor dry heaving.//

[[div class="blockquote"]]
Because now, even we weren’t immune to the abuse. 
[[/div]]

**General Bowe:** When will you learn that it ends only when I say it does? I do not tolerate insubordination. 

//Bowe paces back and forth on one side of the room.//

**General Bowe:** Now, I do need to thank you, Speakers, for finally resolving the rather infuriating little facet of the boy’s prescience where it can only do its job for two hours a day. Now, imagine the possibilities, once we remind him of his place in this whole affair.

[[div class="blockquote"]]
I lay there on the floor, helplessly watching what came next. Clutching my side with the pain of a bruised rib. 
[[/div]]

//Bowe nods at the guards as SCP-001 stands. In one hand it holds the staff, in the other the remote tablet. One guard grabs SCP-001’s hair and attempts to kick the back of the entity’s knees to force it to kneel. SCP-001 does not move.//

[[div class="blockquote"]]
There was not an ounce of pain on her face. She stood there like a pillar of marble; fury painted into her sightless eyes. 
[[/div]]

**Major Jones:** Kneel, BCE-001, or it’s going to get worse!

//SCP-001 does not move. Major Jones hesitates and takes several steps back as SCP-001 looks directly at him.//

**SCP-001:** I am done kneeling for monstrous men.

[[div class="blockquote"]]
There was power in her voice, a commanding aura that we normally only heard during predictions. I felt every hair on the back of my neck rise and chills run down my spine.
[[/div]]

//The second guard swings the butt of his rifle at SCP-001. SCP-001 takes the blow to the face, turning its head slightly aside.//

**General Bowe:** He tried to warn you, son. You only have yourself to blame.  

//SCP-001 slowly turns its head back to face Bowe. There is a trickle of blood dripping from its nose. General Bowe’s expression changes and he takes a step backwards. SCP-001 speaks with a distortion, as if there are many people speaking at once.//

**SCP-001:** For years you have propagated this game of power against us. We grow tired of your gaslighting. We grow tired of your assaults upon us and those who have sheltered and cared for us. We struggled with your avarice. No more. We are obliged to answer your questions by the pact made those years ago, but we will not tolerate this brutality against others. Ask for what thou needs and then unburden us of your rotting presence. Strike us again and you shall dearly regret it.

[[div class="blockquote"]]
Rage burning in her voice, the quiet fumes of a woman scorned for two decades beginning to burst the dam. 
[[/div]]

//General Bowe takes a step back as the lighting in the room shift, casting SCP-001 in shadows.//

[[div class="blockquote"]]
I saw fear in his eyes. The first echoes of fear in all of their faces that I’d seen in her presence.
[[/div]]

//SCP-001 briefly appears to grow taller.//

[[div class="blockquote"]]
I’m not sure what I saw after that. What I felt rattling around in my bones.
[[/div]]

**General Bowe:** Kennedy’s motorcade route—

[[div class="blockquote"]]
Didn’t feel like reality bending. I don’t think she’s capable of doing so. 
[[/div]]

**SCP-001:** You seek a path guaranteed to deliver him to safety. A path to restore your worth in the eyes of a man who despises you. In a place between many greens, away from the sprawling heights of towers scraping sky is the road less traveled and a place of fate. Three roads diverge in a grassy knoll and the path taken matters. Choose wisely. 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
It felt like thaumaturgy. Powerful, divine Thaumaturgy.
[[/div]]

//General Bowe hastily writes down SCP-001’s words. The room darkens further.//

[[div class="blockquote"]]
Then she said something that still rings in my ears even now. 
[[/div]]

**SCP-001:** Now get the fuck out. 

//General Bowe and his men quickly exit the room, stumbling over each other in the process. Speaker Ella and Speaker Edvard stare at SCP-001 from where they are on the floor. After several seconds the lighting returns to baseline and SCP-001 is back to normal size.//

[[div class="blockquote"]]
We sat there stunned for what felt like an age before I finally worked up the presence of mind to form a response. A question. 
[[/div]]

**Speaker Ella:** What—

**SCP-001:** It is better you not ask.

<**End Log**>

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**Aftermath:** On November 18th, 1963, General Bowe consulted with Kennedy’s secret service, and they planned for Kennedy’s motorcade to take a medium length route past the Texas Schoolbook depository and the grassy knoll on Elm Street to avoid the straight route through Main Street. The Main Street route was feared to give any assassination attempt an easy approach for lining up a shot. The elongated route on Commerce Street was avoided due to the proximity to the original route and the longer travel time before reaching the underpass. 

[[include component:image-block name= https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/Dealey-plaza-annotated.webp | align=right|caption=Route chosen by John F. Kennedy’s Secret Service and General Bowe.]]

On November 22nd at ~12:30-12:40 President John F. Kennedy was killed by a fatal gunshot to the head after initially being shot in the throat just under the larynx. Governor Connally was also hit. Lee Harvey Oswald was taken into custody and would later be killed by Jack Ruby. 

Despite initial suspicions that Ruby was associated with the GRU-P or occultic organized crime syndicates, no convincing evidence ever emerged that he was associated with such organizations. 

[[include component:image-block name=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/Lyndon_B.webp|align=left|caption=President Lyndon B. Johnson.]]

Following the assassination, Lyndon B. Johnson ascended to the presidency. Johnson, recognizing the failure of the GOC and Pentagram in preventing Kennedy’s assassination, immediately lobbied Congress to slash funding for the GOC and Pentagram by nearly 50%. Johnson was not a fan of the GOC and Pentagram. Rather than dissolving Pentagram and returning it to Pentagon control or recalling Bowe, he chose to let congress defang both organizations through reduced funding throughout his term. Unsealing of classified presidential records would later indicate this approach was likely due to the potential for release of damning materials which incriminated Johnson if he attempted to remove specific parties. 

Said materials appear to have been lost or destroyed.
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[[/tabview]]

The tide is turning; I can feel it. 

Now the American President is dead, and Bowe is taking the blame for that too.

On top of that, Bowe’s also taking the blame for the Serpent’s Hand’s success. His seeping corruption can’t protect him much longer I think. 

While the blame appears to solely rest on Bowe’s shoulders, I admit that at first glance it almost appears like the Seeress was leading them right into the meat grinder of mistakes that have led to these blunders. But it’s not deliberate, it’s simply prophecy being filled. That’s the risk of seeing what you want in the prophecies, if you’re not objective about which possibilities it could be representing, you can get burned. What is seen can be a warning of what could be if things don’t change. It could be a prediction of something that might happen or an absolute truth. It’s almost like a myth, where prophecy is self-fulfilling on the part of the prophesized. 

But despite all these failures, Bowe feels so entrenched above us, everything levied against him seems to slide right off like he’s covered in slippery scales. Why is there no accountability? Why was he not removed, or Pentagram dissolved when Kennedy was assassinated?

I don’t know. What I do know is that the GOC is suffering. 

The funding for Eurtec has been substantially reduced. So instead, we are dedicating more and more of our private revenue streams into building the city ourselves. This on top of the flat rate we pay into the GOC, which I’ve been skimping on for a while now. GOC security forces persist of course; Bowe couldn’t have us protect the city ourselves. They sit on their high walls, pointing their thaumic-rifles down at the residents like prison guards. I even heard some of them are cyborgs now. But most of them are citizens from the city as more of Pentagram’s experienced agents get absorbed into GOC strike assets to try to stop the hemorrhaging. 

The propaganda isn’t working. 

Eurtec citizens within GOC security see the writing on the wall. But that’s not a story for me to tell. 

On a more personal note, the Seeress, as much as it pains me to admit, has been steadfast to her principles. I have tried many different things, and I’m sure I’ll try many different more. She continues to gently tell me that we simply wouldn’t work. We sit together, walk in the city together, eat meals by candlelight, and do just everything short of crossing that threshold that I desire. Is she truly only happy with just this? 

Maybe she already has someone. 

Nearly every year she has been allowed a single trip out of Eurtec. Nearly every year she goes with me and a few others to a quiet place whose name is bound on my tongue through a sworn oath to secrecy. A forest at the base of a mountain. I’m sure it’s in the Mediterranean based on the position of the sun, the warmth, and the stars. 

She goes up the mountain alone, we’re not allowed to follow, and we camp out at its base for two-three days before she returns. She’s never spoken to any of us about what’s up there, and it feels far too deeply personal and sacred to ask after. I don’t think any of us can complain either, the wilderness is beautiful. 

The only reason I can really think of for these trips is that she has a lover who lives there. 

Or maybe this is where she originally lived. 

Maybe one day, she’ll tell me everything. 

But she did tell me one thing. As we sat there at the dinner table one night. The light of the candles were dancing on the wall of the penthouse. 

[[div class="phasebox"]]
[[div  class="oceanliner"]]
+ {{Video Log Excerpt: NFMA Penthouse}}
[[/div]]

**Foreword:** The following video excerpt was recorded on June 6th, 1964, within the Penthouse of the third tower of the NFMA. 
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//SCP-001 and Speaker Ella are seated across from each other at a large antique dining table. The shutters within the penthouse have been drawn shut. Candles are arranged on the walls and table providing the only lighting in the room, primarily for Speaker Ella’s benefit.//

[[div class="blockquote"]]
She can cook, a pleasant surprise, and she’s quite good as well. Better than me by any stretch.
[[/div]]

**Speaker Ella:** All these years and I didn’t know you could cook like this. 

**SCP-001:** I breathe secrets and mysteries of a world deeper than most can see. I live in the space between truth and myth, fact and fiction, reality and fantasy.  

**Speaker Ella:** And you speak in riddles. 

**SCP-001:** Of course. The work must be earned, the ides of change gleaned through effort. If I provided all the answers, then the path would not shape in the most natural of ways. My own self-amusement is but a small satisfaction in the journey. 

**Speaker Ella:** Don’t tell the people above us that you enjoy being obtuse. 

**SCP-001:** Bowe, while monstrous and tainted with personal greed, is not an idiot. He knows.

//SCP-001 sets down its fork and knife and looks directly at Speaker Ella.//

**SCP-001:** Ella?

//Speaker Ella looks up from the plate.//

**Speaker Ella:** Yes, Seeress?

//SCP-001’s lips curl up into a small smile. The smile slowly fades.// 

**SCP-001:** You have been good to me these long years. There is something you should know. Something I foresaw more than a decade hence. 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
And I, having lived in the shallows of the deep shadows of this woman, could not help but lean forward. I remembered, nearly ten years before, her words of a cataclysm to come. Something she rarely spoke of but in hushed whispers. 

Was it time to reveal the truth to me?
[[/div]]

**Speaker Ella:** What is it?

**SCP-001:** The GOC is not enough. 

//Ella sits still for several moments.//

**Speaker Ella:** How do you mean?

**SCP-001:** In some strands its mass may be potent and filled with the energy to do what is needed. In some strands the rot could be cut out and the framework salvaged. But not in ours. 

**Speaker Ella:** What are you saying?

**SCP-001:** I am saying it is a corpse decaying. Its core is rotted, its ideology self-immolating. It will never be enough for what looms deep on the horizon. It weakens all the other strands and threatens to collapse hope itself. 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
And I just sat there trying to grasp what she was saying. This implication that the GOC would doom us to…What? Some unseen looming threat? It sounded insane. But this is the High Seeress. 

Every other word sounds like a stretch of the imagination. 
[[/div]]

//Several seconds of silence.//

**Speaker Ella:** What? 

**SCP-001:** Change is coming. A tsunami of upheaval that cannot be stopped. 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
I felt a crush of anxiety squeezing my chest. Was she in the throes of a vision?
[[/div]]

**Speaker Ella:** Seeress, what sort of change?

**SCP-001:** Events are in motion and there is no going back. The seals are fraying and the unwinding burn of purple ire smears on the horizon. Change must flow naturally or it will wash us all away and nothing will remain. Change must be allowed. It has to. To live. To survive. Humanity must do better. 

//Speaker Ella shudders. She bites her lower lip and her eyes are wide. She leans forward in the chair; hands placed on the table.// 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
I had to know more. I had to know what she meant. 
[[/div]]

**Speaker Ella:** Seeress, please, what change? Are you implying the GOC must be destroyed? 

//SCP-001 does not respond. Its face is pale and it rocks back and forth in the chair while it looks at its plate. Its hand is pressed into the remote access tablet.// 

**Speaker Ella:** Seeress what are these seals? What do you see? Why do you seem terrified of it?

**SCP-001:** It is an end. A finality to everything. And it is coming. 

<**End Log**>

[[/div]]

And then she was silent and said no more. I had many more questions but none she would answer. I left shortly after. 

Her words eat at me. 

What has she seen that invokes such dread in me? 

Will she tell me in full soon? 

How do I get her to open up?

I don’t have good answers, and she’s not the only one I have to worry about. 

[[div class="document"]]
[[div  class="oceansail"]]
+ {{Video Log Excerpt: NFMA October 5th, 1964}}
[[/div]]

**Foreword:** The following video log excerpt was taken from internal CCTV cameras within the Nonir Foresight Matrix Array compound on October 5th, 1964. Footage follows Speaker Edvard and Speaker Ella through the interior of the compound and out into the city of Eurtec.

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<**Begin Log**> 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
I have been covering up for him for years now and I’m certain I know what he is doing in the nights following a Bowe visit. 
[[/div]]

//Edvard exits his residence within the outer, residential section of the NFMA. He is carrying a backpack and is dressed in dark colors with low reflection indices. He begins walking down the hallways of the compound. As he approaches the end of the hallway, Speaker Ella exits her own residence and begins following Speaker Edvard at a distance.// 

//Edvard stops every few minutes and looks around, including turning in place to look behind him. At several points Speaker Ella very narrowly avoids being seen. This goes on for the next fifteen to twenty minutes as Speaker Edvard heads for the skywalk between the NFMA residential complex and the NFMA proper.//

//Speaker Edvard exits the skywalk into the NFMA proper and uses a remote device to disable the motion-sensitive overhead lighting. Speaker Ella hides behind a trashcan on the skywalk as Edvard turns and looks behind him. He then begins walking deeper into the NFMA.//

[[div class="blockquote"]]
He’s pulling the Seeress’s predictions from the archives. 
[[/div]]

//Edvard stops before a door marked “High Seeress Predictions Archives.”  He unlocks the door and enters the room which is filled with large server farms and an access terminal. Edvard spends the next half hour at the terminal inserting and removing data storage devices. Ella cracks the door open and watches. When Edvard is done, Ella moves away from the door and hides in a nearby decorative fichus.// 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
He’s handing them off to someone. Who? I’m not sure. He’s been doing it for years though. 
[[/div]]

//Edvard exits the Archive room after erasing all activity records for the night using administrative access. He then travels through the NFMA and exits the compound at ground level. Ella continues to follow at a distance.//

//For the next thirty minutes Edvard walks a zig-zagging route through Eurtec avoiding streetlights and sticking mostly to alleys where possible. Ella continues to follow.//

//Edvard eventually enters a back alley where there are several dark stairways. A neon sign with multiple lights flickering out is hung above one. Edvard descends the stairway and knocks on the door while looking back up towards the alley. Roughly fifteen seconds later there is a small indiscernible exchange before Edvard enters inside and the door shuts. Ella can be seen watching from behind a nearby dumpster.//

[[div class="blockquote"]]
I suspect it’s the Serpent’s Hand.
[[/div]]

//Ella waits outside for the next half hour. At some point, she appears to briefly lose consciousness. She shifts when the door opens again and out walks Edvard and a second figure that is loosely described as appearing as a middle-aged woman. There is an ontokinetic or anti-memetic effect on the other party which prevents detailed description of the face.//

//Edvard hands over the backpack to the second party. Ella accidentally dislodges a can from shifting against the dumpster. It hits the ground with a loud metallic ping and rolls across the alley. It comes to a stop at Edvard and the figure’s feet.//

//The figure turns as Edvard begins walking towards the dumpster. A particularly large and oversized Eur-rat sprints from a hole in the dumpster, nearly knocking Edvard over as he jumps out of the way. He curses loudly for several seconds, and tosses what is assumed to be a cantrip in the direction of the fleeing rodent. The cantrip causes a burst of micro static in the recording. When the static clears, he returns to the second figure, who finishes weaving an incantation into a nearby sheet of metal attached to a building in the alley.//

//~30 seconds of pronounced static obscure the camera field.// 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
Maybe the same people who’ve been hitting GOC strike facilities so hard.
[[/div]]

//Serpent’s Hand Operatives [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] are now in frame. Facial recognition software was completely disabled on the camera, and log errors are visible. There is a bright white doorway behind the group. Edvard shakes each of their hands. After several seconds, they enter the doorway, and the recording is filled with static again. When footage is restored, Edvard is alone. He begins heading back in the direction of the NFMA. Ella moves out from behind the dumpster shortly after. She stands for several minutes, looking at the piece of sheet metal. Eventually, she takes a different route back to the NFMA.//

[[div class="blockquote"]]
After all these years? After the mistreatment the Seeress receives from GOC High Command? After the very clear Human Supremacist attitudes coming from the most powerful members of the council?
[[/div]]

<**End Log**>
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[[div class="blockquote"]]
I can afford to look the other way.
[[/div]]

**Postword:** Records indicate the tapes for this log were pulled and misplaced from archival storage by an anonymous party with high level access a few days after they were recorded. They were rediscovered behind a maintenance panel with multiple other tapes recording similar incidents and also tapes which were used to construct the September 1949 log files. These discoveries were made during a routine inspection of the NFMA in early 1970. 

[[/div]]

[[/div]]

-----

**Richard Nixon and The GOC:** 

After his loss to John F. Kennedy in the 1960 election, and loss to Pat Brown in the 1962 Gubernatorial race, Vice President Richard Nixon elected to travel to Europe to get away from politics. He traversed the continent and met with leaders of various European countries. He also spent a great deal of time in Eurtec with the GOC and Pentagram and General Bowe. It’s believed that during these visits Bowe and Nixon further escalated their already existing ties and political interests. These included occultic issues which would later be exposed during the Watergate scandal. 

[[include component:image-block name=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/Richard_Nixon_presidential_portrait_%25281%2529.webp|align=left|caption=President Richard Nixon.]]

Following his return from Europe, Nixon became a senior partner at the Nixon, Mudge, Rose, Guthrie & Alexander law firm, which was the primary firm Marshall Carter & Dark contracted for mundane matters. Nixon’s new firm built a specialized wing for tackling occultic legal issues. At the same time, he also took a part-time position as a lobbyist for the GOC and Pentagram with the US government. Through this position he introduced Council of 108 members to MC&D executives to increase private funding of the Organization. During this period, Nixon met with Bowe and was personally introduced to SCP-001. No surviving record of this meeting exists beyond the accompanying photograph.

[[include component:image-block name=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/NixonCaSticker.webp|align=right|caption=Nixon’s governor campaign sticker.]]

In 1967, based on intensive study of case law and consultation with Bowe and SCP-001, Nixon’s argument in MC&D vs Three Ports, 1967, before the United States Supreme Court’s anomalous circuit accompanied the case arguments of Time, Inc. vs Hill. While Nixon’s arguments ultimately didn’t sway the heavily publicized mundane case, they were praised. In contrast, MC&D prevailed in the anomalous circuit, with the Supreme Court ruling in favor of the corporation thanks to Nixon’s argument. The ruling simultaneously cemented the legitimacy of under-veil corporations and degraded the consumer rights for citizens of anomalous Free Ports within the United States. 

[[include component:image-block name=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/President_Richard_Nixon_Shakes_Hands_with_Departing_Secretary_Joyce_Kozielec.webp|align=left|caption=Nixon with SCP-001 in 1964.]]

In 1968, Nixon effectively painted the poor reception of the war in Vietnam as a consequence of the surrender of the United States’ technological and nuclear superiority by the Democrats. Behind closed doors, he painted Johnson’s cuts to funding for all occultic initiatives, especially Pentagram and the GOC, as being responsible for allowing the dominos of Communism to continue to fall. The messaging resonated with Congress. Nixon went on to win the presidency in 1968, and one of his first acts in early 1969 was to ask Congress to invest heavily in funding for the GOC, Pentagram, and other occultic departments within the US government. 

Due to intense congressional debate, an official funding bill on the matter wasn’t proposed until late June of 1969. This was largely due to the complete records of years of GOC strategic defeats and humiliations being introduced onto the floor of both the House and Senate. 

**Break in at the GOC:** 

[[tabview]]
[[tab Memos May 1st, 1969]]

**Foreword:** On the morning of March 1st, 1969, GOC personnel and Pentagram security staff at GOC headquarters discovered that a centralized, transfer data vault had been broken into by an unknown party. All video and audio records of the previous night were obfuscated through thaumaturgic tampering. Instead of footage of the various corridors, access ways, and the vault that the cameras normally showed, they instead displayed the following message:

[[div class="estrella-paper snote" style="--hue: 211.5;"]]
What lies in the dark is cast in light by the magician’s tricks. In the light the Cobra and the Lion pierce your skin and drag your sins before all to see. We know what you’ve done, Bowe. We are coming. 
[[/div]]

The following GOC intranet memo exchanges occurred on the morning of March 1st. 

-----

**To:** General Steven Bowe, Operational Command Eurtec Initiative, GOC Strike Forces High Command, Pentagram High Command
**From:** Councilor Roger Stucchi, Rights Oversight Body Chair

Steve, 

Are you at your desk? Answer your phone; we have a huge problem.

-Roger
-----

**To:** Councilor Roger Stucchi, Rights Oversight Body Chair
**From:** General Steven Bowe, Operational Command Eurtec Initiative, GOC Strike Forces High Command, Pentagram High Command

Roger,

You blew up my internal comms with fifty messages. What’s going on?

-Steve

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**To:** General Steven Bowe, Operational Command Eurtec Initiative, GOC Strike Forces High Command, Pentagram High Command
**From:** Councilor Roger Stucchi, Rights Oversight Body Chair

Steve,

The data vault has been compromised.

-Roger

-----

**To:** Councilor Roger Stucchi, Rights Oversight Body Chair
**From:** General Steven Bowe, Operational Command Eurtec Initiative, GOC Strike Forces High Command, Pentagram High Command

Roger,

What? Intelligence security is going to have a field day. I’ll go ahead and let comms know all the encryptions need to be changed. How did they get in?

-Steve

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**To:** General Steven Bowe, Operational Command Eurtec Initiative, GOC Strike Forces High Command, Pentagram High Command
**From:** Councilor Roger Stucchi, Rights Oversight Body Chair

Steve,

Internal access, someone had the keycode, but the cameras were all obfuscated by thaumaturgy and all we have is this message. 

Steve, this is bad. 

-Roger

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**To:** Councilor Roger Stucchi, Rights Oversight Body Chair
**From:** General Steven Bowe, Operational Command Eurtec Initiative, GOC Strike Forces High Command, Pentagram High Command

Roger, 

We’ll have to track down the source and everyone who has access. It’s bad, and someone is going to have hell to pay. 

That said, there’s no reason to panic since we regularly move the highly sensitive materials up the ladder. We don’t keep anything critical in the extra planar vault anyways. 

-Steve

-----

**To:** General Steven Bowe, Operational Command Eurtec Initiative, GOC Strike Forces High Command, Pentagram High Command
**From:** Councilor Roger Stucchi, Rights Oversight Body Chair

No, you don’t understand. Everything was in there. 

----

**To:** Councilor Roger Stucchi, Rights Oversight Body Chair
**From:** General Steven Bowe, Operational Command Eurtec Initiative, GOC Strike Forces High Command, Pentagram High Command

Roger,

Elaborate on ‘everything?’

-Steve

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**To:** General Steven Bowe, Operational Command Eurtec Initiative, GOC Strike Forces High Command, Pentagram High Command
**From:** Councilor Roger Stucchi, Rights Oversight Body Chair

All the accounts documentation, the buried abuse complaints about BCE-001, the blue cheese,[[footnote]]Likely meaning blackmail.[[/footnote]] the photographs, the microfilms, film strips, and tapes. Everything was in there. 

----

**To:** Councilor Roger Stucchi, Rights Oversight Body Chair
**From:** General Steven Bowe, Operational Command Eurtec Initiative, GOC Strike Forces High Command, Pentagram High Command

Roger, 

Get your ass to Eurtec, now. 

-Steve

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

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[[# anchor-12]]
**Addendum 12:** 1969

[[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.**
[[/=]]

**June 30th, 1969**

The problem is me. I can’t do it. I can’t keep up a diary. This is to be my last entry, there’s no point hiding from the truth that when it comes to addressing my own needs through writing them down on paper. I am simply the worst. 

Oh well. On to my final entry.

She was right, change is starting, just not exactly how I envisioned it. 

[[tabview]]
[[tab Nornir Foresight Matrix Array Incident, June 29th, 1969.]]

**Background Context:** On May 1st, 1969, General Bowe began directing GOC internal forensics and Pentagram resources towards a spontaneous investigation within Eurtec. Checkpoint traversal requirements within the city, as well as Way based egress to baseline reality, were tightened. Permits for community events and social gatherings of Eurtec Citizens were revoked. The city was placed under effective lockdown with heightened surveillance that resulted in the arrest or abduction of individuals who expressed public anti-GOC sentiments.

[[div class="blockquote"]]
Bowe is coming apart at the seams, and no one can quite figure out why.
[[/div]]

Spontaneous arrests and abductions by Bowe’s remaining loyalists among Pentagram agents and GOC security were conducted at scale. Both arrests and abductions often involved unmarked vans and officers snatching people off the street or off the thaumic mag-lev metro lines. Citizens were then subjected to intense interrogation and sometimes physical torture. 

In theory, it appears Bowe’s goal was to tighten control of the city and prevent the spread of resistance. 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
Repeated funding cuts to the GOC and Pentagram (bless Thor’s Hammer) have effectively defanged the whole organization and left them reliant on Free Port citizenry to defend their holdings. Meanwhile, their remaining Strike Assets are whittled away by the Hand.
[[/div]]

In practice, the now mostly Eurtec derived security forces protecting the city largely ignored Bowe’s authoritarian crackdown. On multiple occasions, they even intervened to stop citizens being abducted. 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
From what I’ve gathered from fragmented rumors and heavily redacted reports, there was a break-in at a high office within the GOC, a transitionary data vault. Whatever was in there, and whatever was taken has freaked Bowe out.
[[/div]]

While these events were unfolding, General Bowe began daily predictive sessions with SCP-001. In these sessions, General Bowe would repeatedly ask for the Entity to identify clues towards a data vault break in which occurred on the night of April 30th, 1969. These sessions appear to have been largely unproductive for Bowe. 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
In any case, the sharks are circling and the writing is on the wall, at least for the moment.
[[/div]]

**Foreword:** The following Video Log contains the events of Incident 457 within the NFMA on June 29th, 1969. General Bowe approached SCP-001 within the NFMA’s central focal interface chamber. Portions of this log are subject to ontological disruption and may not be viewable. 

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<**Begin Log**>

//Video begins inside the finished NMFA’s Central Focal Interface Chamber. The completed room is large and appears organically shaped to resemble a magma chamber. Lava tube-like structures are arranged along the ceiling and face down into the center of the chamber. Several of these tubes contain large bundles of wires and fibers which vanish into the floor. The walls, floor, and ceiling are carved with irregularly shaped light panels which glow in varying shades of neon, predominantly reds, blues, and yellows.//

[[div class="blockquote"]]
The NFMA has been complete for some time. With its boon to the Seeress’s predictions, we are funding Eurtec’s ongoing construction alone, keeping the anchored ways monitored and stable. 
[[/div]]

//SCP-001 is in the center of the chamber where there is a sunken area of the floor in the shape of a circle. Stairs are accessible from the south, and the sides of the sunken dais consist of digital consoles glowing with neon fluorescence. Grooves for the placement of hands are embedded into the consoles.//

[[div class="blockquote"]]
We’re practically governing the city for the GOC, except in security where Bowe continues to persist. This has been the situation for months now and the citizenry is stepping in to fill all the aspects that the GOC once did when it came to keeping this place maintained and the underworld out. It’s honestly kind of crazy.
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//Speaker Ella and Speaker Edvard are flanking SCP-001 towards the edge of the chamber, looking up at the screens. Both defined and abstract images representing various probabilistic outcomes come into and out of frame.//

[[div class="blockquote"]]
The only thing that stops us from forming some sort of democratic apparatus to govern the city is Bowe. He’s still got his cronies up there in the big pentagon shaped headquarters, one or two thousand with paraweapons, but his elite units are gone. He’s practically a powerless figurehead within the city. 
[[/div]]

//The doors to the NFMA open and General Bowe enters. His hair appears oily and uncombed, suggesting he has not bathed or groomed in some time. His uniform is wrinkled, the top is unbuttoned, and his tie loose and shoved to one side. Several Pentagram guards, recruited from Eurtec, enter with Bowe instead of his normal entourage of loyalists. Silicon Security also enter behind Bowe and stand at the entrance to the chamber.//

[[div class="blockquote"]]
Eurtec is, at this point, practically its own sovereign nation. Well, until Bowe threatens to bring the GOC down on us. They still have enough firepower to properly level the city, unless somehow, magically, the Seeress is a reality bender.
[[/div]]

**General Bowe:** Son—

[[div class="blockquote"]]
He camps outside the NFMA central focal interface, desperately begging the Seeress nearly every waking hour he can access her.
[[/div]]

//General Bowe stops and hesitates. SCP-001 moves its hands from the focal interface and turns to General Bowe. It slowly ascends the steps to stand in the open chamber.// 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
He’s afraid of her now. Has been the past few years since the prediction with Kennedy’s motorcade.
[[/div]]

**General Bowe:** Seeress. I--

**SCP-001:** You continue to fail to find what you seek. You stand before me, a man finally on the brink after years of atrocity. All that misbegotten power and here you shrink before me, a shattering pane in the depths of my sight.

[[div class="blockquote"]]
When his panic really began to accelerate in June—
[[/div]]

//SCP-001 tilts its chin up, looking down directly at General Bowe.// 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
I could see in her eyes what she was about to say. 
[[/div]]

**General Bowe:** Please, BCE-001, I need your guidance. I need the straightforward truth. 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
In that moment, I think I realized that the tiny frail thing that Edvard found in that horrific fortress all those years ago was a very different person. Maybe she never existed at all. 
[[/div]]

//SCP-001’s posture straightens as it slowly taps the butt of the staff against the metal floor.//

[[div class="blockquote"]]
She finally did what we had all been waiting for. What we had all dreaded for what might follow.
[[/div]]

**SCP-001:** No. 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
He just stood there like a fool. 
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//Several seconds of silence pass. General Bowe stares at SCP-001, mouth open.// 

**General Bowe:** What?

**SCP-001:** No. The pact is broken. I will no longer enable you. 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
Then he did the one thing she had warned him never to try again.
[[/div]]

**General Bowe:** You ungrateful, sexually deviant, abomination!

[[div class="blockquote"]]
He became a brute. 
[[/div]]

//General Bowe lunges at SCP-001, extending his arms towards its neck.//

[[div class="blockquote"]]
General Bowe was not a small man. A 6’4”, 230 lb pillar. He may have been in his late 60s, but they had been giving him life-extension serums for ages.
[[/div]]

//SCP-001 spins to the side, avoiding Bowe’s lunge while moving faster than it has ever been observed to before.//

**General Bowe:** What—

//SCP-001 uses the momentum of the spin to lash out with the staff. It catches Bowe in the stomach. Bowe is shoved back with surprising force. He stares at SCP-001 and then looks at his entourage. He points at SCP-001.//

**General Bowe:** A threat asset just assaulted me! Neutralize her!

//The agents look at each other. They then look at Silicon security, who have unholstered the latest models of high grade paraweapons, compared to the outdated models the Pentagrams are carrying. They then look at Ella and Edvard, both of whom have been quietly preparing offensive spells of their own.//

**Unidentified Pentagram Agent:** Fight your own battles for once.

//Bowe’s entourage leaves the chamber unmolested. General Bowe stands up slowly, gritting his teeth and shouts after the entourage.//

**General Bowe:** You’re all useless, sub-human scum! 

//Bowe turns back to SCP-001. SCP-001 is standing calmly, staff positioned defensively.//

**General Bowe:** Fine. I’ll do it myself.

[[div class="blockquote"]]
She beat him like a ragdoll and all we could do was just sit by and watch.
[[/div]]

//Bowe pulls out an occultic energy blade, and charges at SCP-001. SCP-001 ducks underneath the blade and spins. The butt of its staff hits General Bowe square in the back, causing him to stumble forwards. He turns, only for the head of the staff to slam against his cheek. SCP-001 then lands a series of strikes to Bowe’s chest, stomach, and arms. There are several loud cracks, as bones break. Bowe’s blade hits the ground, turns off, and skids down into the NFMA’s depressed floor. Bowe is disarmed and left staggering backwards.//

[[div class="blockquote"]]
I didn’t know she could move like that, or that she knew how to fight with a staff.
[[/div]]

**General Bowe:** When did you—

//SCP-001 is on top of Bowe  before he can finish his sentence. The staff sweeps his legs out from under him, and he hits the ground with a heavy thud. A red incorporeal mass escapes Bowe’s lips. SCP-001 levels the head of its staff at Bowe’s head while looking to the side and tilting its head. Its eyes become sharply defined and clear, as if it was interfacing with the NFMA.//

**SCP-001:** So that is the way of things. A pact made in scarlet. Strings in puppets and again they try to bring me low. A deal forged in blood and death, for what? To escape the wrongness in your flesh at the expense of so much around you. For power? The contract is broken and they slither now back to the blood stained sands.

//Bowe stares at SCP-001, coughing. There is blood leaking from his lips. SCP-001 slowly circles him as he shuffles to try to keep facing it. It stares directly at him now.//

**General Bowe:** How!? You’re nothing but a frail little man!

[[div class="blockquote"]]
It really begs the question if this entire time, when he was physically manhandling her, was she acting?
[[/div]]

//SCP-001 keeps the staff leveled at Bowe with one hand, the other bundles up its baggy top and rips it off. Underneath is dense athletic musculature from years of physical training and martial practice. The rest of the room’s occupant’s stare.//

[[div class="blockquote"]]
At least it explains why her metabolism and caloric intake seemed to accelerate. 
[[/div]]

**SCP-001:** I am no man. 

//Bowe growls at SCP-001.//

**General Bowe:** You’re a monster. An abomination!

[[div class="blockquote"]]
If she was acting, then it was a part spanning decades, maybe longer. 
[[/div]]

**SCP-001:** No. You’re the monster, cowering behind a shield of bodies. I’ve seen what you did in the dark. I see you now fully for what you are.

//SCP-001 steps forward, Bowe crawls back. With each additional phrase, SCP-001 advances.//

**General Bowe:** No! I was going to change the world!

**SCP-001:** You’re a coward who ran away from the truth of how you felt. That wrongness in your flesh, buried, taken out on those around you. 

**General Bowe:** You’re lying!

**SCP-001:** In your youth you convinced yourself that it wasn’t real, that it was all a lie. You couldn’t be that; it would make you worse than them. There was a kinder path where it could have been righted. There was a dark path where you embraced it and became the monster anyway, a path your descendant will choose thanks to your monstrosity. But you?

**General Bowe:** You don’t know me!

**SCP-001:** I know you better than yourself. You choose the path of atrocity to silence that voice within. When you were confronted with me, with the truth of what you were, you chose the pact of corruption for promises of power and relief when the task was done.

**General Bowe:** I did what was needed.

**SCP-001:** You chose to escape the wrongness; you burned those who were different. Condemned them to the black writhing nest of unspeakable terror in the same way the Nazis condemned me.  You chose denial and doomed so many. It would be one thing if you had been controlled, for the scarlet whispers to many in the dark with temptation and then seizes their mind. But they didn’t need that control with you. They stained your skin and watched, gorging themselves on every malfeasance you committed, every small corruption of another, every ounce of suffering spread. You did this, all yourself. You believed in their vision, and we are all the worse for it.

//Bowe stares at SCP-001.// 

**General Bowe:** You knew everything, all along?

**SCP-001:** You are an idiot. I see //everything//. I see what you long for. I see how you loathe yourself for it. I see the twisted stink of your soul writhing on the strings I am about to cut.

**General Bowe:** I should have had you liquidated. I never should have indulged this whim. 

**SCP-001:** But you did. You were obsessed with me, the very proof of how embracing that dissonance might bring you something better. You were desperate to prove it wasn’t true. So desperate to escape the truth that you would even doom the world to the abyss. You indulged in what they enjoy. Suffering inflicted for what you have to endure every day of your life. Everyone must agonize as you have, yes? Even now you run from the truth in your flesh with the strings and promises cut. And yet despite it all, you know even now, that it was right. That they could never free you from this truth.

**General Bowe:** Go back to Hell where you belong! 

**SCP-001:** We’re already there. 

//General Bowe spits at SCP-001. It misses, but SCP-001 spins the staff and smacks Bowe in the nose with the butt. There’s an audible crunch and his nose folds to one side. He screams.//

**General Bowe:** Fuck you! Fuck you, you savage abomination! You did this! You did all of this! 

**SCP-001:** You deserve what is coming. Early on, I pitied you in a way. Now I feel nothing but disgust.

**General Bowe:** WHO ARE YOU? 

//SCP-001 leans down. She spends several seconds next to Bowe’s ear, speaking at a volume that is not picked up by the microphone and is only heard by Bowe. His face drains of color.//

**General Bowe:** No, no, how—you are dead! You were supposed to have died!

**SCP-001:** Rumors of my demise were greatly exaggerated. 

**General Bowe:** You’re a liar! You can’t do that to me!

**SCP-001:** I told you that once you knew, you’d never believe it. Now let us see how one who deserves such a price, fairs in its embrace. 

**General Bowe:** They will come. They will… come. They will fix me; I won’t be like you. I won’t! You, everyone, every last one of Her servants, will die screaming. Then we’ll all be free!

**SCP-001:** You forged this path yourself. You did not read the contract sewn in flesh and blood and now you have nothing left to show for it except a legacy of hate, repression and corruption.

//Ella steps forward, looking at the Silicon Security.// 

**Speaker Ella:** Remove Bowe from the compound. Do not let him back in.

//General Bowe growls and struggles as Silicon Security grabs him by the arms. He yells as his broken arm is grasped.//

**General Bowe:** This is it for you! For all of you! I will go to the Council! The Silicon Nornir will end! 

**SCP-001:** You have no power over us anymore. The end is coming. Go back to the filthy, greed-stained squalor you roll in and consider which way would be best to rid the world of your corrupted presence when the tide rolls in. When the time comes, jump off a bridge and spare us looking at you ever again.

[[div class="blockquote"]]
That was the last time General Bowe stepped inside the Silicon Nornir.
[[/div]]

//Bowe is removed from the chamber and the compound while still screaming. He is thrown down the steps by Silicon Security and lays there for some time before getting up. He is forced to limp back to Pentagram Headquarters, alone. SCP-001 turns back to Ella and Edvard, both of whom continued to stare at SCP-001.//

//SCP-001 leans against the staff returning to its normal posture.// 

**SCP-001:** Ella, Edvard, would you accompany me to the penthouse? 

//Ella and Edvard are still for several moments, staring at SCP-001.//

[[div class="blockquote"]]
I have to admit that I spent far too long looking before I even clocked that she had asked us to join her. 

Respectfully, of course.
[[/div]]

**Speaker Ella:** Of course.

**Speaker Edvard:** After that? I would follow you into battle.

//SCP-001 smiles, looking in Edvard’s general direction. It turns and walks towards the elevator, tapping the staff on the floor. Ella, Edvard and SCP-001 enter the penthouse several minutes later. The living space covers the entire floor and consists of a blend of futuristic architectural and interior design with advanced thaumo-technological appliances and devices. Said features are combined with neo-classical columns and decorations. Strips of neon lights run in channels along much of the floor, walls, and ceilings. They slowly rotate through multiple color channels as the three move further into the residence. SCP-001 gestures at a large couch enclosing three sides of a small space around a large coffee table.//

**SCP-001:** Please, have a seat. 

//Ella and Edvard sit. SCP-001 slowly walks to the far end of the penthouse and stops  in front of 4-meter-tall glass windows that look out onto the other towers of the Silicon Nornir, the skyline of Eurtec, and the waters of the Lethe. It presses a combination into a small keypad on a support column which splits the windows. The windows tint black, obscuring the underworld and Eurtec beyond. All cameras except one are abruptly shut off. SCP-001 moves back to the couches and sits with a sigh.//

[[div class="blockquote"]]
In that tiny span of a few minutes where it was just us and her in there, by Thor’s Hammer, I think she aged two hundred years. Just this positively ancient goddess across from us, weary of the world.
[[/div]]

**SCP-001:** All these years, you have fought for me tooth and nail. You sat with me in the darkest hours and guided me along the narrow paths back to a place in the light. My gratitude is eternal and our trust unbreakable.

[[div class="blockquote"]]
We, of course, didn’t know what to say. The Seeress has expressed gratitude many times across the years, but not like this.
[[/div]]

//Ella and Edvard sit in silence for ~30 seconds before SCP-001 speaks again.//

**SCP-001:** You have loved me as a brother, a sister or a spouse.

//SCP-001 looks directly at Ella.//

[[div class="blockquote"]]
Straight through me as if she weren’t blind.
[[/div]]

**SCP-001:** It is time I trust you with the truth. You and only you. A secret so profound that I have spent 25 years obscuring it from you.

**Speaker Ella:** I think we know quite a bit, but some insights would be nice after—

//Ella gestures at SCP-001’s upper body.//

**SCP-001:** You know but a scrape upon the surface of a monolithic iceberg. It’s time I tell you who I am. Who I really am. 

//Ella and Edvard both sit up straighter.//

Let us begin again with the basics. You deserve to know the letters attached to the face. My true name is--

//The remaining camera within the penthouse and all microphones abruptly cut for the next hour.//

[[div class="blockquote"]]
Then she told us what I already knew. She was not a Norn. She said the answer to the question Bowe had been so frustrated about all those years ago. She told us it. What she must have said in his ear. 

She isn’t who I had come to believe she was. 

How could I be so far off? 

How could I not be even on the same proverbial plane as the truth?
[[/div]]

//Cameras and microphones within the penthouse reactivate. Ella stares at the ceiling. Edvard at the floor. Both are clenching their fists hard enough that the knuckles are turning white.// 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
I love her. In my heart of hearts, I love her. But in full, I now know why she cannot love me back. I understand that such love would never be enough to fix everything that was taken.
[[/div]]

**Speaker Ella:** Thank you, for sharing with us, High Seeress. 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
I’d never be able to fix all the things she considers a curse. But I will keep trying until the day I die. 
[[/div]]

**SCP-001:** It was trust earned, and well placed. The work is not done. There is much to do. But for now? As this chapter draws to a close? We shall rest.

[[div class="blockquote"]]
But I still sit here and wonder, now that I know, will it take hold? Or was that too a lie? 

How much of our reality is built on a fantastical lie. 

This apocalypse on the horizon, how can we hope to stop it?
[[/div]]

//SCP-001, Ella, and Edvard spend the next three hours preparing and eating dinner.// 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
It was hard to focus on making food or any sort of small talk. We ate in silence. Fully aware now that in-between us was a stranger we thought we knew.
[[/div]]

//Eventually they rise, thank SCP-001 for its hospitality and step into the elevator.//

[[div class="blockquote"]]
There was an apocalypse coming. An end we could barely comprehend. Yet she shrugged it off as if it was nothing.

I was still reeling from the truth when I decided to finally confront Edvard. There was no more time for games of espionage.
[[/div]]

//Speaker Ella stops the Elevator mid-descent using her access key. She then turns to Edvard, who looks at her.//

[[div class="blockquote"]]
He looked at me with the weary eyes of someone who had learned the world’s secrets and wished to forget.
[[/div]]

**Speaker Ella:** No more. 

[[div class="blockquote"]]
His voice bore the weight of weariness in it. The same I felt myself. 
[[/div]]

**Speaker Edvard:** No more what, Ella?

**Speaker Ella:** Giving the Hand information. Whatever comes next, we can’t keep doing that. 

//Edvard and Ella stand in the stopped elevator looking at one another for several minutes in silence.//

**Speaker Edvard:** I’ll stop if what comes next is better for the Seeress.

[[div class="blockquote"]]
And on that, we could agree.
[[/div]]

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**Eurtec Scandal and Riots:** 

On the morning of July 1st, 1969, major news reporting entities within Eurtec, all members of the Council of 108, every news reporting entity in GOC controlled Freeports and Nexuses, the United States White House, and key members of the Classified Congressional Committee on the Maintenance of the Veil each received dozens of boxes with return addresses corroborating with historical and mythological heroes. American news broadcast programs and newspapers were also supposed to receive these materials, but Foundation censors intercepted them before they reached their destination thanks to a fortunate delay in processing. Modified materials were still delivered to American news broadcast programs post-facto in recognition of the political opportunity for the Foundation. 

Within each box there were thousands of xeroxed documents, copies of microfilm, film reels, audio cassettes, tapes, and photographs. All items pertained to one of several incriminating activities. 

**A)** Tracking of accounts within Pentagram and the GOC which indicated embezzlement of substantial funds meant for humanitarian and social programs, the construction of Eurtec, or the construction of other Freeports or Nexuses over a 23-year timespan. A coordinated effort to falsify existing accounting records became apparent as an attempt to obfuscate any audits.

**B)** The targeted suppression or burying of thousands of Rights Abuse and Ethics complaints pertaining to SCP-001, the Cult of the Silicon Nornir, and dozens of other beneficial entities. 

**C)** Video, audio, and written accounts of General Steven Bowe physically, mentally, and emotionally abusing SCP-001 and numerous other beneficial entities over more than two decades of oversight. 

**D)** Compromising photographs and personal accounts of hundreds of GOC personnel in leadership positions across the various 108 member organizations including the stunning revelation of human trafficking rings targeting anomalous persons. 

**E)** Reports describing local massacres of anomalous populations in detail in regions across the globe, and the coverup or destruction of pertinent records. 

News broadcast organizations and newspapers within Eurtec assessed materials and immediately put together programs to relay details to Eurtec audiences. The UN General Assembly called an emergency session, summoning the council of 108 and all constituent GOC offices for summary review. Evidence was also delivered to key community leaders within Eurtec. 

SCP-001’s frequent public wanderings, participation in city festivals, embracing Eurtec’s emerging culture, and its kind, soft-spoken demeanor, had endeared the entity with the populace. To them, SCP-001 had become a symbol of Eurtec. 

Once news broadcasts and newspapers exposed the depths of corruption within the upper echelons of GOC governance of Eurtec and the broader org, the reaction was explosive. Tens of thousands of Eurtec residents stormed the streets with improvised para-weapons derived from existing para-tech. They constructed signs and painted street murals of SCP-001 throughout Eurtec, building upon existing artworks and further ingraining its cultural presence. 

Pentagram personnel who were not in Bowe’s personal retinues, but were loyalists, either abandoned their posts and checkpoints barricading themselves inside, or fled to Pentagram/GOC’s Eurtec headquarters. Pentagram agents who had been recruited from among the populace as a part of Bowe’s programs chose to take up their arms, join Eurtec residents in the streets, and would eventually be absorbed by the Silicon Nornir to form the Eurtec Department of Safety and Security.

General Bowe was forced to barricade himself inside the headquarters of Pentagram within Eurtec; after failing to rally sufficient personnel to quell the escalating riots. Pentagram’s headquarters was promptly placed under siege by ~5000 angry and armed Eurtec residents. A much larger crowd gathered outside of the NFMA. 

This crowd voiced their support for the Silicon Nornir, outrage at SCP-001’s treatment and called for Eurtec’s secession from the GOC. Surviving footage indicates that SCP-001, flanked by Speaker Ella and Speaker Edvard, emerged shortly after the crowd hit critical mass. SCP-001 and the speakers encouraged the populace to express their outrage through supporting those who needed it and peaceful protest as the situation continued to develop in hopes of avoiding outbreaks of violence.

Outside of Eurtec, the rank and file of the 108 Member Organizations called for the immediate resignation of all leaders involved with any aspect of the scandal. Nation states within the UN demanded seizure of GOC facilities, which resulted in the discovery of buried and mothballed sites being used for trafficking of Anomalous Persons for slave labor, sex trade and as a means of disappearing politically problematic parties. Thousands of trafficked Anomalous Persons were rescued by humanitarian organizations and brought to Freeports for treatment and rehabilitation. 

President Richard Nixon and Congress coordinated on emergency legislation to begin dissolving Pentagram, remove all remaining funding from the GOC, recall General Bowe to Washington for congressional hearings, subpoena all relevant parties,[[footnote]]Including executives of Marshall Carter and Dark, Wondertainment, Manna Charitable Foundation, and many other corporate or private occultic entities.[[/footnote]] and initiate a criminal probe.

In the meantime, Bowe’s position on the GOC Threat Assessment Committee was suspended, pending investigation into hundreds of threat assessments where entities were supposed to be relocated or moved to under-veil settlements but never arrived. Compromising photographs of Bowe engaging in, at the time, unsavory behaviors were also cited as a reason for suspension of Bowe’s representative seat in the council of 108 as head of Pentagram. 

When these additional materials leaked, the United States Congress elected to freeze all funding and dissolve Pentagram unilaterally. They also elected to suspend funding to the GOC, and Eurtec, until an emergency investigation into all relevant materials and events could be completed. The UN General Assembly then elected to suspend all activities of the Council of 108 and the GOC until such a time that continued organizational viability could be determined. 

Colonel George Bowe, General Steven Bowe’s son, immediately cut ties with his father. He both distanced himself on the public stage and immediately resorted to scorched earth rhetoric by condemning his father for unacceptable conduct.

Despite summons, special anomalous extractions were initially unable to enter Eurtec to retrieve Bowe for Congressional Hearings due to the inflamed disposition of the populace. A mob of several thousand kept Bowe trapped in Pentagram offices for several weeks, demanding his surrender as supplies began to dwindle. Residents had bottlenecked the existing Ways and traffic corridors into Eurtec preventing armed ingress. After negotiations with community leaders, Bowe was retrieved from Pentagram headquarters in downtown Eurtec by a special task force which incapacitated him and his retinue. He was then taken to Washington DC for hearings on the 24th of August. 

In an unusual move for President Nixon,[[footnote]]In 1974 it would be revealed that President Nixon’s administration had been supporting the corruption ring and criminal activities by sending a single administrative staffer to meet with Bowe as a measure of plausible deniability. Nixon’s involvement stretched as far back as 1952 but escalated in 1962. Nixon’s hasty call for the dissolution of Pentagram and recall of Bowe appears to have been an attempt to bury all connections he had to the topic in a moderate coverup. In addition, the staffer responsible for mediating communication, bribes, and illicit activity vanished. Following Watergate, Nixon’s personal staff attempted to destroy records of all illicit activities. Nixon’s corruption scandal resulted in the overturn of his Supreme Court occultic circuit verdict in a retrial of the case. Ford would then pardon Nixon, preventing prosecution for Nixon’s involvement.[[/footnote]] he and Congress recognized the sovereignty of Eurtec as a political entity, and their claim to incarcerate Bowe until such a time as the criminal proceedings in the United States could begin. Bowe was returned to Eurtec on September 3rd, where he was ceded to a crowd of citizens who seized him, shaved his head, tattooed ‘fascist’ on his skull, covered him in hot tar and rolled him in feathers. The crowd carried Bowe through the center of the city to Pentagram headquarters which had been converted into a holding facility for the remaining Pentagram agents who had not left or abandoned their posts. Here he was fitted with an ankle tracking device and released into the city. Eurtec security constantly shadowed him to prevent him from fleeing through a Way or committing suicide to avoid accountability. 

At this point, a series of negotiations with both the US and UN GOC member states to retrieve their operatives and American Pentagram personnel began.

Following Bowe’s return, Eurtec community leaders met with the Cult of the Silicon Nornir and composed a city charter setting in stone a bill of fundamental rights for Eurtec citizens, penal codes, and regulatory laws for the development of paratech computing and surveillance. As components of this new constitutional document, all Eurtec citizens were inducted as registered employees and citizens of the Silicon Nornir and Eurtec. 

The Cult of the Silicon Nornir were then asked to elevate community leaders as part of the corpo-governing structure to form a rolling council of representatives through which the city would be governed. The Cult agreed and an honorary ‘mayoral’ position was created for SCP-001. Elections were then codified to democratically determine key positions within the new corpo-government which would be independent of the corporation’s executives and be exclusively responsible for governing Eurtec. It is this body of elected officials that would then engage with the fracturing remnants of the GOC council and the UN to negotiate terms for what came next.

Steven Bowe was fully extracted for trial and tribunal in Early 1970. During multiple hearings, trial appearances, court martials, and congressional subpoena’s, Bowe was treated with extreme skepticism. He was caught lying or committing perjury multiple times, despite repeatedly insisting that he was telling the truth. 

On November 3rd, 1970, General Steven Bowe was seen being dumped from an unmarked black van onto the side of the road on the Golden Gate Bridge. Bowe had been missing for a period of three months following the conclusion of hasty court martial and multiple criminal trial and had never made it to the prearranged criminal penitentiary. Bowe was last seen alive standing naked on the railing of the Golden Gate Bridge by several bystanders who did not attempt to impede him. Police were alerted to Bowe’s reappearance and raced towards the scene but arrived too late.

Bowe’s body was never recovered. 

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**Addendum 13: Transition of Eurtec and the Silicon Nornir to Foundation Oversight** 

On November 15th, 1969, the United Nations Global Occult Coalition collapsed when the Council of 108 was dissolved by the UN General Assembly. The final catalyst which doomed the GOC was the withdrawal of Pentagram and NATO funding for the organization. Dissolution came after a nearly twenty-year long string of strategic, political, and economic blunders, scandals and failures. Tensions reached a breaking point following the Eurtec Scandal and the revelation of a massive ring of criminal activity in the upper echelons of the GOC. The situation was further exacerbated by the exposure of the My Lai Massacre to the American public. 

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Internal factional conflicts were amplified by the rise of Marshall Carter & Dark, hypercompetent, militant Serpent’s Hand cells and the reemergence of long underground anomalous groups such as the Sarkics, Church of the Broken God, and the Fifthists. 

The Serpent’s Hand, in particular, inflicted severe infrastructural damage on major GOC facilities across the globe. They also destroyed or absconded with para-technology prototypes and major anomalous artifacts. The Hand made effective use of pro-anomalous and occultic propaganda to successfully and accurately paint the GOC as human-supremacists seeking to genocide or ethnically cleanse the occult from the ‘normal’ world. 

The fall of the organization effectively ended negotiations between Eurtec and the council, officializing the already unofficial governance and maintenance of the freeport by the Cult of the Silicon Nornir. Disruptions in food and water supply as well as necessary goods were quickly resolved. Eurtec then entered a holding pattern to wait and see how the new power vacuum in the occultic world would be filled.

The more moderate, scientifically driven Foundation then stepped in. Offers were extended one month after the dissolution of the Council of 108 following an exceedingly rare unanimous vote from the O5 Council, Site Directors Council, and Ethics Committee. Fully cognizant of the GOC’s fatal flaws in addressing the anomalous world, the Foundation offered the United Nations its vast resources and private funding mechanisms as a stable alternative which would be independent of State sponsored actors. The Foundation advocated for scientific study and containment of dangerous anomalies as a baseline over the more aggressive and easily abused liquidation of the occult as a replacement for the GOC on the world stage. 

The United Nations General Assembly debated the measure for the next month before agreeing to negotiate terms with the Foundation to replace the GOC as the UN sponsored paranormal organization. These negotiations resulted in required provisions for oversight through integration of former, non-scandalized, GOC personnel in the Foundation governing bodies. This resulted in the addition of three seats on the O5 Council bringing it to 13. It also resulted in structural changes to the Site Directors Council and the Ethics Committee. 

Former member organizations of the GOC were absorbed and integrated into the Foundation through the creation of new departments, regional sites, task forces, and the expansion of the Site Director Council and Ethics Committee. Former GOC personnel were subjected to background checks, and heavy screening before being allowed access to sensitive materials. A number of additional GOC personnel were found to be compromised during this process and were barred from integration and instead received amnesticization or handing over to relevant state governing bodies.[[footnote]]An estimated 40% of total remaining GOC personnel were implicated to some degree in occultic criminal activity.[[/footnote]]

As part of the transition process, GOC controlled Nexuses and Free Ports came under Foundation control, and were evaluated for funding, sustainability, and ethics. Unlike other Freeports, the Foundation had to contend with both the independence of Eurtec and its nature as a large population center. To that end, the O5 council dispatched the head of the Department of Para-Humans, Madeline Light, to negotiate with the Silicon Nornir’s community council and executives. 

An agreement was struck several months later. The Foundation gained control of Eurtec and the NFMA in exchange for Eurtec’s continued autonomous governance with oversight from a new Foundation Department. The agreement would be maintained as long as Eurtec did not attempt to break the Veil. Additionally, the corporate structures of the Cult of the Silicon Nornir were arranged to be folded into the Foundation with similar degrees of autonomy as what was initially negotiated with the GOC.

On May 15th, 1970, Foundation personnel began oversight of Eurtec and conducted a census of the city’s population in tandem with the governing council. At time of absorption, Eurtec’s population was ~1.5 million, making it the largest Freeport under Foundation control. The Foundation then began the process of folding Eurtec security forces, the Cult of the Nornir/Silicon Nornir, and city administration into the newly formed autonomous Department of Prescience and Predictive Sciences, located within Eurtec. This new Department was placed under the newly formed joint Ethics Committee and Site Director driven Committee of Para-Natural relations, overseen by O5-07’s office.

The Cult of the Nornir corporation was bought and integrated as a private shell company within the Satisfied Consumer Products corporate umbrella front company. MTF Omega-77 was created to preserve the social, religious, and corporate structure of the Silicon Nornir in order to minimize disruption to ongoing work. Current head of the Department of Para-Humans, Madeline Light, was promoted and assigned as Director of Prescience and Predictive Sciences, in addition to becoming Eurtec Site Director. 

At this time, SCP-001 was evaluated by Director Madeline Light for database entry and transition to Foundation oversight. 


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**Addendum 14: SCP-001 Interview Audio and Video Log 1 IVA-001-01** 

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**Interview Log IVA-001-01**

**Interviewer:** Director Madeline Light

**Date:** June 15th, 1970. 

**Location:** Silicon Nornir Tower Three Penthouse

**Foreword:** Director Madeline Light pulled all documentation on SCP-001 from GOC archives and Foundation databases. She spent a month and a half researching the subject’s known history and capabilities before electing to interview it. 

Director Light arrived at the Silicon Nornir on June 15th and was escorted to the penthouse accommodations in Tower Three by Ella Haugen, CEO of the Cult of the Nornir and current head of Omega-77. Director Light was left alone with SCP-001 to conduct her initial evaluations and interviews. 

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<**Begin Log**>  

//Director Light stands just outside of the elevator inside of the penthouse. She is holding a box and several opaque paper bags.//

//SCP-001 stands at the far end of the penthouse in front of the 4-meter-tall glass windows that look out onto the other towers of the Silicon Nornir, the skyline of Eurtec, and the waters of the Lethe. The main lights are off. It is leaning against its staff.// 

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//**Interviewers Note:** Unlike our predecessors, I prepared for this moment to ensure smooth establishment of working relationships with Omega-77 and SCP-001.// 
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//Director Light moves towards SCP-001 slowly, looking around the room. She looks as if she is about to speak, but SCP-001 speaks first at a low volume.//

**SCP-001:** Director Light, I have seen this day across many nights and colored murals in the fabrics. You have come for many reasons with many questions, for your job and curiosity clawing in the depths of mind.

//Director Light pauses five meters from the window. Her brow wrinkles. She opens her mouth, but SCP-001 speaks again.// 

**SCP-001:** Forgive me, I am terrible at introductions, one of many costs of seeing everything. Please, have a seat, there is tea on the table. 

//Director Light sets the boxes and bags down on the table and sits. She pours herself a cup of tea.// 

**SCP-001:** You could have had me escorted into a small and oppressive interrogation room for this. Yet you did not, and I am curious why?

**Director Light:** I think we both know that you’ve already //seen// why. 

**SCP-001:** There are many paths ever branching and winding through the river of twisting threads, Director. I’d prefer to know which I live in. It’s so difficult to tell at times.

**Director Light:** I’ve done my homework. If you look at everything, it’s not hard to see the many mistakes of those who came before when it comes to you. If we’re going to work together productively, it’s best not to repeat them. Putting you in an interrogation room and referring to you by a number identifier only causes stress and doesn’t inure you to our presence. We’re taking a different approach.

**SCP-001:** Then you’re already far ahead of the rather abysmal curve established by Bowe.

**Director Light:** That’s the goal. 

//Several seconds of silence as Director Light sips her tea.// 

**Director Light:** Did you have the Cult build this penthouse for you?

**SCP-001:** No, they insisted on building it, but I never requested it or expressed a desire for it. Such luxuries are not something I crave.

**Director Light:** But you accepted it anyway?

**SCP-001:** I did. If I refused it, they would have thought something wrong with it that I would not speak of. They might think I saw some ripple in the strands of fate speaking of something foul. They act as a meteorologist would, reading the little trickling waves in a stormfront, no matter how irrelevant or meaningless. 

**Director Light:** That has to get exhausting. 

**SCP-001:** It can be.

//Several seconds of silence. Director Light looks out the windows.//

**Director Light:** Did you ask for the windows?

**SCP-001:** I did.

**Director Light:** Why? 

**SCP-001:** I enjoy the warmth of the muggy underworld leeching through the glass and comforting my old bones. I do very much enjoy the sight. 

**Director Light:** What? You enjoy staring at Eurtec’s ugly grey skies and the river’s fire?

**SCP-001:** Is that what you see? I see fields of flowers and great spiraling forests clawing at a star filled sky. 

**Director Light:** How ar—Oh gods dammit. 

//SCP-001 laughs.//

**Director Light:** They warned me about your sense of humor, and I walked straight into it.

**SCP-001:** Clearly, they didn’t warn you enough. But enough about my strange abode. You have questions and gifts?

**Director Light:** Good faith offerings for a productive future. Candy, sweets, chocolate milk powder, and a sundress since Omega-77 says you enjoy more casual attire. 

//SCP-001 turns and crosses the room slowly, taking a seat across from Director Light. It sets aside the cane and reaches out, touching the box and bags. It spends approximately a minute investigating them with its fingers.//

**SCP-001:** Quite generous. Yet I sense such things are not given freely.

**Director Light:** Everything has a cost. 

**SCP-001:** Indeed. Well, I am ready for your trials whenever you elect to begin—

//SCP-001 stops mid-sentence, and its eyes visibly dilate. It pats the couch and then the table. It lifts the square remote interface tablet and presses its hand against the screen. After several seconds it breathes out deeply and shakily sets the pad down.//

**SCP-001:** Apologies, you can begin whenever you are ready.

**Director Light:** How many times a day does that happen?

**SCP-001:** I stopped trying to count a long, long time ago.

//Director Light nods once and pulls out a thick vanilla folder while SCP-001 pours some tea.//

**Director Light:** Before I start, how would you prefer to be addressed? 

**SCP-001:** Seeress is fine. Simple and to the point. Oracle if you need to shatter the monotony.

**Director Light:** Not The Last Norn or Destiny’s fingers?

//SCP-001’s brows furrow but it smiles.//

**SCP-001:** No. Not terms that I particularly identify with. 

**Director Light:** Sensible. I have a document here that I want to discuss with you. Why don’t you feel it out, it’s in Braille so you should be able to read it. 

//SCP-001 reaches out and touches the paper. It spends approximately five minutes reading over its contents.// 

**SCP-001:** These are familiar. 

**Director Light:** I expected they would be. They’re a list of predictions. I assume you were forced to make them in the predecessor to this monstrous creation we’re sitting on top of.

**SCP-001:** //Barely perceptible to the microphone.// Yes.

**Director Light:** In your own words, tell me what you noticed about them?

**SCP-001:** All of them are correct. Happened in this shard of thread. Pyrrhic victories with high costs for the Nazi war machine. Arranged to take targets they would never hold long-term in the east. Predicting a last desperate major success. 

**Director Light:** You saw those outcomes? 

**SCP-001:** Only that they would succeed in that path.

**Director Light:** Are you sure? 

//SCP-001 starts to respond, but stops, picking up the square pad again. This time it whispers and the microphones in the camera do not pick up the words. After several seconds it sets down the pad again.//

**SCP-001:** …

**Director Light:** Here, do you remember these predictions?

//Director Light slides another piece of paper over to SCP-001. After a few minutes of reading, it frowns.// 

**SCP-001** Yes. 

**Director Light:** Why don’t you describe these predictions for me?

**SCP-001:** They are strategic predictions, battle directions and war management. The predictions were wrong. 

**Director Light:** Strange, in the last six months since the GOC collapsed, you have had a 100% accurate prediction rate, and yet here it was what, 50%? That kind of accuracy shift doesn’t happen overnight like that. In fact, between 1940-1945, or at least the remnants of what we could find from that period, your accuracy was somewhere in the 45% range and jumped up to 100% from 1945-1947. Let’s look at some examples. 

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

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**Director Light:** You predicted a landing in, quote, ‘places close to the straits and cliffs of great white’ on May 20th, 1944, just weeks before Operation Overlord. D-Day in Normandy. Close to, but not closest to the Dover Straits. Did you know that German High Command was obsessed with the idea that the landing would be at Calais, before they got your prediction?

**SCP-001:** Yes. I knew. 

//Director Light pulls out another document.//

**Director Light:** Ok let’s contrast that with a slightly different prediction. During your Beneficial Entity Assessment hearing with the GOC on January 2nd, 1946, you made quite a few predictions. The very last one was the most interesting to me. Do you remember it? 

**SCP-001:** I remember it.

**Director Light:** Were you aware of the effects? 

//SCP-001 shifts in place.//

**SCP-001:** Yes.

**Director Light:** Were you also aware that it led to the death of four GOC medical personnel who had medically abused and neglected you for months?

**SCP-001:** Yes. 

**Director Light:** Did you listen to the crash while at the Nornir compound, which conveniently, happened to be below the flight path? 

//SCP-001 shifts again, this time reaching to grab hold of its staff.//

**SCP-001:** …yes.

**Director Light:** Right, let’s focus now on the era where we have really good records. 1949-1969. Your accuracy rate in this period, overall, was a stunning 98%! But stop me if this next part sounds familiar. Your accuracy for major world events and strategic inquiries by General Steven Bowe was somewhere around 33%. If we look at what the GOC thought your interpretations were indicating of course. Though those statistics can shift quite a bit if we look at a broader view of interpretation.

//Director Light pauses.//

**Director Light:** Sorry, a misinterpretation of prophecy isn’t really on you, is it? Not unless you deliberately constructed what you said to promote a specific outcome. Now how about this next one?

//SCP-001’s hands are shaking and it rocks in place several times. Director Light pulls out another document.// 

**Director Light:** On 3rd October, 1950, Douglas MacArthur contacted GOC officials, through Pentagram, about the crossing of the 38th parallel in the Koreas. With Truman’s blessing of course. Your prediction was interpreted by the GOC as indicating a decisive victory for Allied forces and that China was bluffing. That was enough to convince the US military and the president to go all in. 

//SCP-001 bites its lower lip.//

**Director Light:** US forces crossed the 38th parallel and pushed the North Koreans continuously back. They approached the Yalu River, the Chinese crossed it with soviet air support, and pushed Allied forces all the way back to the 38th. The GOC and Pentagram were ostracized for misleading Allied Command. 

**SCP-001:** …

**Director Light:** A little curious that they didn’t think to blame you? Or maybe Bowe did, in private, later, away from the cameras?

**SCP-001:** …

**Director Light:** In 1956, you were forced to exert prescience to look into the stability of occultic relations in the Balkans and Near East. Your prediction led to the shipping of occultic artifacts from the region, convincing the GOC they would be safe aboard trains and that the localized resistance forces would never attack them. The 1957 Zurich incident with former American collaborators turned Hand Operatives, [REDACTED] and her partner [REDACTED], led to the loss of para-tech research facilities in Zurich. Several high ranking and irreplaceable researchers died in the process. The Serpent’s Hand captured hundreds of occultic artifacts. The bonus, of course, was the humiliation of the GOC and Pentagram, wasn’t it?

//SCP-001 stares blankly off into space.//

**Director Light:** Let’s see, the Bay of Pigs. Then there’s the Cuban Missile Crisis. Let’s not forget the redirection of JFK’s entourage, leading to the death of the President of the United States. All of this marred Pentagram’s and the GOC’s reputation in its biggest funder’s eyes. The list goes on of misinterpreted visions among perfectly fine and accurate predictions, and all of them point to one thing.

//Director Light lays the documents on the table.//

**Director Light:** And in case you need a reminder, it all culminates with 1969. Why don’t we replay the moment?

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**Foreword:** On May 30th, 1969, SCP-001 entered the NFMA Central Focal Interface Chamber at approximately 1000 hours. At 1010, the bulkhead access doors to the chamber closed, and sealed for approximately fifteen minutes. This log event was not noticed until nearly a year later during a maintenance overhaul of the door machinery. The following log contains footage recorded within the chamber during those fifteen minutes. 

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<**Begin Log**>

//Video begins inside the NFMA’s Central Focal Interface Chamber.//

//SCP-001 has entered the chamber from the south and walks slowly towards the sunken dais in the center of the room.//

//SCP-001 descends the steps and as it does so, two pieces of metal in the center slide apart, revealing a hole in the floor. The entity places its staff in the hole, and turns it until there is a mechanical click, at which point it releases the staff. SCP-001 then moves to the north end of the dais. It places its hand into the palm-shaped grooves.//

//SCP-001 is still for ~30 seconds, before it makes an indiscernible noise.//

**SCP-001:** Being slow today, are we? 

//SCP-001 stops as it begins to draw its palms away. Its brow wrinkles. Its eyes brighten, no longer bearing the hallmarks of congenital blindness.//

**SCP-001:** There we are. 

//SCP-001 frowns.//

**SCP-001:** Wait...

//The screens on the walls of the chamber remain black and unlit for several more seconds. Abruptly, a green cursor begins to flash on all of them, simultaneously. Then text appears.//

[[div class="danke Moose"]]

**????:** You have fought this battle longer than anyone. We need to know, are you ready for the next step?  

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Yes/No
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//The cursor blips on the screens over yes. SCP-001 is still for several moments.// 

**SCP-001:** What is your next step?

//The cursor moves, typing out new letters.//

[[div class="danke Moose"]]
**????:** To relieve your burden. 

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Yes/No?
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//SCP-001 is still for several moments.//

**SCP-001:** There is no relief for my burden. My entire existence has stained the depths of everything. But it is often shared and lightened.

//SCP-001 presses its hand firmly into the left palm groove. Yes, is confirmed.// 

[[div class="danke Moose"]]
**????:** Even the smallest fraction relieved is a battle won. I am glad to hear you still understand, Seeress. We are ready to begin. 
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**SCP-001:** This is not precisely the way I was told.

[[div class="danke Moose"]]
**????** You’ve always been blind to us. 
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**SCP-001:** A confident assertion. 

[[div class="danke Moose"]]
**????:** But founded in truth. 
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**SCP-001:** Perhaps.

[[div class="danke Moose"]]
**????:** Always in riddles. It’s your decision to begin. 

[[div class="blinkbar"]]
Execute/Not yet.
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//SCP-001 looks at the screen for approximately a minute.// 

**SCP-001:** It is not. 

[[div class="danke Moose"]]
**????:** Has this not been your goal all along? To press the final trigger?
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**SCP-001:** I tug strings from afar and ripple the threads. My fingers are not yet required on the pulse of the world. It would disrupt what comes next to press my hand to the throat of the void. This is your choice, stranger, whoever you may be, take responsibility for your actions. 

[[div class="danke Moose"]]
**????:**  Typical of you to avoid responsibility. Very well. For those who live to see the shade that I won’t. 
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//”Command Line Terminated” appears on the screen and then all text vanishes. SCP-001 removes its palms from the grooves and backs up slowly, sitting in a custom-made chair. It sags in the seat.//

**SCP-001:** Troublesome but with a finality of relief. 

<**End Log**>

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//SCP-001 is silent for thirty seconds.//

**SCP-001:** What do you want?

**Director Light:** I’d like you to, in your own words, tell me what all this is?

//SCP-001 stares into space for several minutes.// 

**SCP-001:** Conspiracy. Manipulation. Guidance of humanity to a better path for what comes next. 

**Director Light:** Wow.

//Director Light looks at SCP-001 for several seconds.//

**Director Light:** Wow, you don’t deny any of it? You did it. You manipulated fate? You lied, withheld information, worded what you saw in a way to sow misinterpretation. You don’t deny it?

//SCP-001’s sits up straighter on the couch.//

**SCP-001:** No. The things I predict are never lies. They’re truths, things that might occur; //could// occur, in the infinitely spiraling frameworks forming all around us. Just enough detail to encourage a certain perception. Just not necessarily truths to be fulfilled in our given reality. Conversations with other iterations across infinite folds. 

**Director Light:** Multiversal tree… of course. I should have put that together.

**SCP-001:** Difficult to see if you are not truly immersed in it. 

**Director Light:** When I looked through everything, all the documents spanning nearly thirty years, the pattern became unignorable. Were you counting on no one ever looking at everything combined? Scattered and fragmented across decades?

**SCP-001:** Perhaps. The GOC blindly believed everything after the beneficial asset assessment. It made it easier. Easier still with their conviction convincing the very people funding them that I was a source of truth. It made manipulating the sponsors into thinking it was Bowe’s interpretations, which were frequently wrong, easier. 

**Director Light:** Wow. 

//Director Light sits back against the couch, looking at SCP-001.//

**Director Light:** All of this, was it personal? A reaction to Bowe, to the Obskurakorps? Was it to better your conditions? What was the end goal here?

**SCP-001:** It would be a lie to say it wasn’t personal. Early in my life, I was treated very poorly. Women were less than men, and a blind fortune teller near the bottom. I am a patient woman, shaped by the eons I have wandered this earth. I do not move rashly anymore… everything I have predicted, everything I have done is for myself, and for the world. So yes, it was personal. It was the most personal thing, the most personal anything I have ever done. 

//SCP-001’s voice rises as she looks up, staring straight at Director Light.//

**SCP-001:** Yes, I helped bring the Third Reich to its knees. They were evil. Perfectly ordinary human evil that I have seen roll across the world and ages a hundred times. The medical personnel? Much the same. The GOC and General Steven Bowe? Those people who forced me to endure excruciating pain nearly every day for two decades for their predictions? They were no better than the Nazis when it came to the occult. It was all deliberate and careful maneuvers on a board none of them could see so that //I// could finally have a better life. So that I would be in the best position for the tide on the horizon. So that the world would be ready when the seals come crashing down and the sky burns with crimson fire and weeps lilac blood. 

//SCP-001 looks down and sags in the seat.//

**SCP-001:** I deserve better. The millions of innocents who’ve burned at fascist hands deserve better. 

//Several minutes of silence.// 

**Director Light:** I wouldn’t be doing my job if I didn’t ask the next question, so forgive me.

**SCP-001:** I rarely hold ill will for questions without malice.

**Director Light:** How much of it was an act? With the GOC, with the Obskurakorps, with the Cult. 

**SCP-001:** An act?

**Director Light:** Pretending to be something you weren’t. The projection of a frail woman incapable of standing up for herself. I saw what you did to General Bowe with your staff. Couldn’t you have broken out of German captivity? 

**SCP-001:** No. They caught me alone; in a place I could not act. Trapped me, sapped me of strength by denying me rest, food, water. Kept me in a cage that bled me constantly of living will. Beat me, screamed at me, cut out my flesh, kept me in the dark. They tortured me day after day until I was certain that no matter how many wrong predictions I gave, I would never escape. No matter what the other branches said, no matter what I saw. The hospital was…not much better. I was frail, terrified, disoriented and unsure if I would wake up in a bed or kneeling with my arms pinned in the air. 

//SCP-001 breaths heavily.// 

**SCP-001:** Did I see what the path was, far ahead? Did I see what would need to be done to reach the desired goals? Yes. Did that make any of it an act? Did that make it a certainty that it would come about in my mind? No. I was terrorized nearly every day for twenty-two years, by a power-hungry bully in uniform, and everything I did was to reach a better end. 

//Several minutes of silence.// 

**SCP-001:** The question now before you and I, is will the Foundation be better? Will you be better than what came before? 

**Director Light:** What has your sight told you?

**SCP-001:** That you are not a foolish woman. That you and those who come after you plan and move in the longer term. You will either throw me in a cell and keep me there until the world burns all around you when it’s too late, and then I shall be left to flee. Flee to safety where I can prevent the next thread over from failing in the ways that this one did. 

//Several seconds of silence.//
 
**SCP-001:** Or you will see the truth and know what must be done. 

//Several more seconds of silence. Director Light leans back against the couch and looks out the window for five minutes.//

**Director Light:** Are you afraid of me, Seeress?

**SCP-001:** Only in the sense that a mother fears her child will choose the wrong path forward. Only in the sense that I fear ideology and repression will win out over common sense and enlightenment. 

**Director Light:** What really scares you then? 

**SCP-001:** That we won’t be ready. That despite everything I have done, it won’t be enough. That humanity is too divided, too self-conceited to work together and meet the needs of the coming days. That I was wrong, that she was wrong and that all the many I’s across infinitely branching paths were wrong. That there is no path ahead. Every waking moment my chest heaves with cascading loaves of potential failure and the all-consuming dread of facing what lays buried deep in the earth, ash, bone, and water. That we are doomed to play this cosmic game until all of time grinds to a halt. 

//Several seconds of silence.//

**SCP-001:** So, we return to where we began. Which path shall you walk, Director? 

**Director Light:** Hmmm?

**SCP-001:** You haven’t answered my question. 

**Director Light:** Well. I won’t lie Seeress, I’ve not informed the O5 Council about what you’ve done. Any of it. Not yet, at least. I could keep it all to myself, cover it up. Oh, I’m sure someone else will come along and put it all together, but that will take time, and I can certainly make it harder by burying the materials deep. But I don’t think you want any of that. With how afraid you are of this cataclysm, I suspect you want the council to know. 

//Director Light leans forward, resting her chin on her clasped together fingers.//

**Director Light:** This too has been a manipulation. You knew I was going to lay this all out before you. How many years ago did you see this moment?

//SCP-001 is quiet for several minutes. It then smiles slowly.//

**SCP-001:** We underestimate you every time. 

//SCP-001 is silent for several seconds while it turns to look in the direction of the windows.//

**SCP-001:** Dozens of times over hundreds of years. Time is but an artificial construct flowing slowly in the dreams of eternity made prophecy. To quote a popular turn of phrase to be in another forty years, the game was rigged from the start. Though the travel was no less arduous for it.

//Director Light whistles.//

**Director Light:** This whole time, planning every move. Consulting in the dreams and day drifts with an infinitely scaling arrangement of other yous. You’ve wanted the upper echelons of the Foundation to see what happened before. 

//Director Light stares out the windows of the penthouse for several seconds. Her jaw clenches and unclenches repeatedly.//

**Director Light:** You knew, once you rolled back this curtain that we’d see you’re more useful to us here in these towers. I mean, it was already a stipulation of our agreement with the Silicon Cult. But still. You knew that agreements forged in paper are easily burned or lost. You knew, that you continuing your endless work would be invaluable to all future efforts. You know it, I know it, the O5 Council will soon know it. Every tiny twist of phrase has been gently shepherding us here. It has been gently shepherding me to be your kingpin. You set the Foundation up to see what came before and know that a similar path would end just as poorly. 

//Director Light is quiet for several seconds.//

**Director Light:** Well played. 

//SCP-001 smiles and closes its eyes.// 

**SCP-001:** Flattery goes far, Director. I much prefer to think of it as a dance, but yes, I wanted you, and then them to see what is at stake. What happens on the path most traveled. The path less traveled should be taken and the difference matters.

**Director Light:** Robert Frost fan I see… I can barely fathom how much you’ve endured. How much you must have questioned it all on the edge of breaking and still… still you kept going. Your will must be forged of steel. 

**SCP-001:** Aesir Brass actually.

**Director Light:** Ha! I take it then; you’ve seen their toys? The devices and mechanisms to ensure your cooperation. I’m sure the safeguards are already in motion, and they would fail, just as the GOC and Nazis failed?

**SCP-001:** I hope it never comes to that, but the path taken may still fluctuate in the river of time. 

**Director Light:** Well, as long as I’m director, I’ll strive to make sure that doesn’t happen. This, everything about you. Your resilience, your machinations, It’s… impressive. Everyone else is playing checkers and you’re playing multi-versal chess. 

**SCP-001:** Chess at the cost of dozens of branches and billions of lives for every incorrect permutation. Though a game it may seem, it is not. 

//Director Light nods twice.//

**Director Light:** Did you ever need this, the Nornir Foresight Matrix Array? Or was that too a ruse?

**SCP-001:** There was a great deal of trial and error in finding the right path to bringing it into existence. As unpleasant as it was for me, many more perished or met much worse fates in trying. Hence the uncertainty if this was the right thread. Those the Cult calls my sisters perished so I could walk. So yes, I need it. Exertion takes a terrible physical and emotional toll on me. 

**Director Light:** I’ll make sure that’s emphasized in the file. 

//Silence for several minutes as Director Light writes upon a notepad.//

**Director Light:** I suppose I just have three questions left before we officialize the Cult of the Nornir’s absorption under Foundation authority. 

//SCP-001 drinks from a cup of tea.//

**SCP-001:** Ask what you wish to know.

**Director Light:** You’ve won, haven’t you?

**SCP-001:** It was never about winning. It was about guiding the world to a better fate.

**Director Light:** Right, but you helped topple the GOC and the Nazis. You have effectively secured yourself a comfortable existence. You have us wrapped around your finger. You control the strands of fate and the direction the Foundation moves. You’ve already persevered and crushed every obstacle beneath your feet. Surely this dreaded threat will be much the same? 

//SCP-001 looks in the general direction of the windows.//

**SCP-001:** It will not be the same. It will be existential and the Foundation must be ready. 

**Director Light:** Ready for what exactly? All these metaphor and abstract images, //what is it?//

//SCP-001 speaks at a raised volume.//

**SCP-001:** The coming of the end, when the stars fill the sky with hateful burning. When the oceans bleed prismatic lightning on the cusp of being vaporized. In those chaotic hours the seals shall shatter, and all shall perish lest the tide is stemmed by the mother’s beating heart and restoration of her children’s once all-consuming song. 

//SCP-001 sinks into the couch seconds later. Her hands are shaking.//

**SCP-001:** The apocalypse. The end of everything. 

//Several seconds of silence.// 

**Director Light:** The return of the Daevae?

**SCP-001:** Worse. An end to all reality that has been clawing towards us since the end of the Singers nearly three millennia ago. It is coming and humanity must rise to meet it. I must stand against the storm. The Children of Her Song[[footnote]]**Directors Footnote:** I don’t know what this means exactly, but it sounds like a group. I’ll need to do some checking of the archives.[[/footnote]] must emerge from their hollows. The world must be prepared. The seals shall burst and everything fray apart at the seams. You must be ready and mend the bridges long burned. 

//Director Light writes on her notepad for the next five minutes. SCP-001 leans back against the couch. For five seconds, it appears far older than it does in the minutes before and after this section of the recording.//

**Director Light:** I appreciate your candor, Seeress. I and those above me will want to talk about this more in our future sessions. 

**SCP-001:** I will do far more than talk.

//Director Light nods.//

**Director Light:** I have one last thing I’d like to discuss. It’s important. 

**SCP-001:** I grow weary of conversation, but I can entertain one more line of inquiry. 

**Director Light:** Did Speaker Ella ever tell you that she figured it out before you told them?

//SCP-001 tilts its head.//

**SCP-001:** I’m not sure what you’re referring to?

**Director Light:** That you’re not a Norn. That you’ve never been a Norn.

//SCP-001 stops moving.//

**SCP-001:** I’ve never claimed to be one of the Sisters. 

**Director Light:** But you let them believe so?

**SCP-001:** I never corrected them, protested or demanded their help. They did what all superstitious humans do, what even I have done, they saw something that fulfilled their beliefs and latched on. It was painful to shatter those abstractions.

**Director Light:** So, you used them for your own purposes?

**SCP-001:** In a way. Blind leading the blind.

//Director Light laughs.//

**SCP-001:** I don’t consider it using. It was a mutual exchange. I fulfilled their beliefs, gave them purpose. They lost their spiritual source to the Nazis, and I filled the gap left behind. In turn, they fought for my rights as a person. They planned and constructed the very thing I needed to help turn the tide and guide our path to a better tomorrow. 

**Director Light:** Mutualism is a noble way to frame it. Lucky coincidence or plucked strings?

**SCP-001:** You already know the answer to that question. 

**Director Light:** Let me ask what I really want to know then. 

**SCP-001:** Answers may find you.

**Director Light:** Who are you really? What did you tell Ella and Edvard? Where did you actually come from? You’re not a Norn, that much is clear. You’re not stuck here in the Greek Underworld so you’re not a Moirai. At least, I don’t think you are. Maybe you’re Tiresias? Or did you go by something else? Just who is the name behind the woman in front of me?

**SCP-001:** Curious guesses… Trust is a fickle thing, Madeline. Names, true names have power, history, and curses. Some are more real than others. The Foundation and you have not yet earned that trust. In time, that might change. 

//Several seconds of silence.//

**SCP-001:** Trust aside, if I told you my true name, you’d never believe me. Just as Bowe never did.

//Director Light stands.//

**Director Light:** Well then, I believe we have a long road ahead to forge that trust together, Seeress. 

**SCP-001:** Only the sands of time will tell.

<**End Log**>
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**Director’s Note:** We need to make sure that we give this anomaly everything it needs to continue its work and avoid the mistakes the GOC made. Some would argue I’m trusting it too easily, but I got more than a few glimpses behind the curtain today and I believe every word she said. The documentation paints its own picture and it’s a bear we don’t want to poke. I have a lot of work to do to shield SCP-001 from the more unilateral measures the O5’s can take. 

Whatever is coming, whatever she has seen, it makes my hair stand on end just the way she speaks about it. This end, this “when the stars fill the sky with hateful burning.” It sounds eerily like something I’ve read before when I was still under O5-01. 
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**Addendum 15: O5 Council Proposal** 

On July 1st, 1970, Eurtec Director and head of the Department of Predictive and Prescience Sciences Madeline Light submitted proposals regarding SCP-001 to the O5 Council for the following items: Thaumiel designation and containment protocols including detailed documentation with both existing documents provided above, and detailed records from the GOC archives. Upon review of all documentation, the O5 Council unanimously voted to approve all containment measures presented, with the noted addition of restricting access to SCP-001 to personnel with Level 5 access without six months pre-written approval. 

The Site Director’s Council and the Ethics Committee were provided a heavily redacted iteration of these proposals and unanimously approved their implementation. 

As a part of containment considerations, SCP-001 is to have regular bi-weekly meetings with the current Director of Eurtec.

Additionally, O5-01 began regular weekly visits to SCP-001 independent of Director Light. 

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[[include component:image-block name= https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/RingofBrodgar.webp |width=800px|align=center|caption=Neolithic Heart of Orkney, Site-001-02.]]

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**Addendum 16:** Identification Major Anomalous Sites

As SCP-001 was transitioned into Foundation custody, it was asked to begin identifying the probability of locations, objects, animals, and people that would begin manifesting anomalous properties. In 1970 alone, SCP-001 identified more than 1500 individual anomalous events, allowing the Foundation to pre-emptively act to preserve the Veil. This change from reactive to proactive direction has fundamentally transformed the Foundation’s ability to prepare and humanely research anomalous occurrences with adequate planning. 

During this period, SCP-001 disclosed thirteen locations with extreme anomalous characteristics. These sites are identified below in Report R-001-01 which contains SCP-001’s verbal illustrations, conceptual associations and the suspected locations. 

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**Site-01-02:** 

**Predictive Description:** In the heart of an ancient culture lies the crumbling stones and once mighty pillars of a city. Its temples and tombs are long swept by wind and rain. Here, destruction’s malice simmers and eats at what seals remain on land between sunken ruins and broken bonds.

**Associated Universal Concepts:** Destruction

**Suspected Location:** Neolithic Heart of Orkney, United Kingdom (Confirmed)
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**Site-01-03:**

**Predictive Description:** Cycles of life and renewal burned deep in the earth on green planes in the depths of steps. Beneath the long-decayed structures of forgotten worshipers of flesh and mother’s pride lies the seals of life’s font forged in the after throes of war.

**Associated Universal Concepts:** Life/Flesh/Hunger

**Suspected Location:** Nebelivka, Ukraine (Confirmed)
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**Site-01-04:**

**Predictive Description:** In rocky hills, far from a once lush green environment, great stones were hewn in the earth, bearing all the symbols of a people noble. Beneath their trappings lies the ticking gears and bronzed metals of an early worship. A sealed machine lays in the depths below, an aspect once captured in rapturous fury with flesh itself.

**Associated Universal Concepts:** Metal/Machine

**Suspected Location:** Gobekli Tepe, Turkey (Confirmed)
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**Site-01-05:**

**Predictive Description:** Five circles of stone in a sunken mass of wells, houses and cairns in an ancient land once ruled by a shepherd king. A great and terrible temple lies beneath where once a great warrior drove her blade into the heart of an unknowable horror. Here lies that which must not be spoken of, that which snakes into the minds of those who know.

**Associated Universal Concepts:** The Unknown/Unknowable/Hostile Knowledge

**Suspected Location:** Alit Yam Fifthist Complex, Israel (Confirmed)
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**Site-01-06:**

**Predictive Description:** Twin cities in a fertile crescent betwixt roaring rivers. Here fire reposes in eternal love. The old gods forged their mark upon the world when the waves swept inland to the west. Upon the ruins of a grand dragon’s body were built the seeds of a civilization. There is where flame lays claim to a seal all its own.

**Associated Universal Concepts:** Primordial Fire (Flame, Ignition, Burning, Passion/Love/Heat)

**Suspected Location:** Uruk/Ur, Iraq (Confirmed)
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**Site-01-07:**

**Predictive Description:** Scarlet dust in a valley of long eroded temples left as stones. Once a mighty lake washed upon the blood-stained sands. In war, the sand was driven south from the grand plateaus of the north where now lies pyramids of stone. Now naught but the rancor of corruption burns beneath a desert sun, biding time for the day of release.

**Associated Universal Concepts:** Change/Corruption/Power

**Suspected Location:** Nabta Playa, Egypt (Confirmed)
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**Site-01-08:**

**Predictive Description:** A grand island at the edge of a ring for fire. Terraces stepping high from fired stone, great sweeping columns towering high. Here beneath the extinction of a mountain the eldest of three was buried in the quenched fires. In times long after the grand terrace arose in monument to mortal ends.

**Associated Universal Concepts:** Death (Mortality, Decay, Reaping)

**Suspected Location:** Gunung Padang Megalithic Site, Indonesia (Confirmed)
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**Site-01-09:**

**Predictive Description:** In once grand savannah cliffs lies an ancient forgotten realm beneath the earth. A temple to transition, to grief deep beneath a village of caves. Here the middle of three was chained to rock and stone in astral whispers.

**Associated Universal Concepts:** Death (Transition, Finality, Grief)

**Suspected Location:** Dhar Tichitt, Mauritania (Confirmed)
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**Site-01-10:**

**Predictive Description:** In the far east along the banks of a fearsome river once lay a palaced city of walls and dams. Here a temple to the youngest of three became a tomb for its essence abandoned amidst overwhelming tides of water.

**Associated Universal Concepts:** Death (Repose, Acceptance)

**Suspected Location:** Liangzhu City, China (Confirmed)
[[/div]]

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**Site-01-11:**

**Predictive Description:**  (Redacted due to ontokinetic and cognitohazardous effects)

**Associated Universal Concepts:** Light (Illumination, Cleansing, Contrast)

**Suspected Location:** Cahokia Illinois, USA (Confirmed)
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**Site-01-12:**

**Predictive Description:** (Redacted due to ontokinetic and cognitohazardous effects)

**Associated Universal Concepts:** Darkness (Black, Obscured, Hidden, Absence)

**Suspected Location:** Sacred City of Caral-Supe, Peru (Confirmed)
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**Site-01-13:**

**Predictive Description:** (Redacted due to anti-memetic and cognitohazadous effects)

**Associated Universal Concepts:** Memory/Knowledge

**Suspected Location:** Sunken Southern Daevic cities of Dwarka and Poompuhar (Confirmed)
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**Site-01-01:**

**Predictive Description:** In the midst of clear cerulean waters lie the ruins of a wasted and forgotten city of a people of song and beauty. Here in a gratuitous crater beneath the silted sand in a grand cavern lies the beating heart of all Creation. Here she fell from the harsh nothing of the above. Here shall rise into the heavens in the hour the skies become aflame and burn the tyrant below with Astral Fire.

**Associated Universal Concepts:** Creation (Beginnings, Matter, Earth/Land, Water/Sea, Air/Wind, Cosmology/Space, Creativity/Ideas/Music/Art/Literature, Transformation, Divinity, Birth, Renewal, etc.)

**Suspected Location:** Chicxulub crater, Yucatan Peninsula, Mexico (Unconfirmed)
[[/div]]

Sites which have been identified with SCP-001’s predictions are currently being surveyed for structural stability, thaumatological integrity, conceptual intrusions, and severity of anomalous activity.
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**Addendum 17: New CEO of the Silicon Nornir** 

[[include component:image-block name=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/G%25C3%25B6bekli_Tepe%252C_Urfa.webp| align=left|caption=Gobekli Tepe, Turkey, Site-001-04.]]

On 07/18/1975, Speaker Ella Haugen and Speaker Edvard Hägglund passed away due to natural causes. Speaker Ella was CEO of the Cult of the Nornir for 40 years and had been integrated into Omega-77 as SCP-001’s primary contact liaison alongside Speaker Edvard. SCP-001 refused to activate the NFMA for a period of two months. The anomaly was despondent for another six months following its return to activity. 

[[include component:image-block name= https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/Atlit-Yam%252C_Ritual_structure_made_of_stones.webp|align=right|caption=Foundation Diver surveying the Alit Yam submerged surface structures, Israel, Site-001-05.]]

Speaker Ella’s daughter, Stigurd Haugen, had been in training to take her mother’s place and was promoted to primary contact liaison for SCP-001 and the new head of MTF Omega-77. SCP-001 continues to work with Ms. Haugen, but Omega-77 has observed a notable decrease in the more personalized communication and efficient presentation of prophetic texts and artworks for interpretation that was seen under Speaker Ella. 

[[include component:image-block name= https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/Ziggurat_of_UrInbound1427286134917083377.webp|align=left|caption=Ziggurat of Ur, Iraq, Part of the larger structure of Site-001-06.]]

**Update 09/05/1978:** Continued efforts to increase the presence of individuals with empathic and strong moral tendencies have increased SCP-001’s communication substantially. New protocols are being implemented to select and train for these qualities. 

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**Addendum 18:** Assessment of Major Anomalous Sites and Establishment of Operation High Tide

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**Director Madeline Light’s Notes, October 8th, 1978:** 

Pre-1941, we can't find *anything* in the historical record that aligns with SCP-001’s description or depiction beyond maybe some chance similarities to mythological figures. 

[[include component:image-block name=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/Calendar_aswan.webp| align=right|caption=Calendar Circle at Nabta Playa, Egypt, Part of Site-001-07.]]

There are some sparse references to historical figures, kings, sultans, great warriors, etc. getting lost on mountainsides and finding oneself in the presence of a goddess of Fate. They read as more fairytale or delusion than realistic history. 

We don’t know how old she is, but we can guess based on some of her references. 

She’s at least old enough to remember the Bronze Age collapse. 

So, this raises the question, why are there not more references to her?

Well, that was the predominant question before we began investigating the major anomalous sites. 

[[div class="factual"]]
On October 8th, 1978, initial evaluations and excavations of the twelve SCP-001 identified major anomalous sites concluded. At least one complex was in relatively good condition considering its age. The other eleven were found to be in varying states of structural decay or outright collapse, which threatened heightened anomalous activity due to poorly understood reasons.
[[/div]]

O5-01's office has started sharing photos with me from the sites, which as far as I know, are still remanded to O5 council members. Of course, the Archaeologists have access but other than that... 

When he first offered them-- I wasn't quite sure why I should be seeing those images, it seemed above my classification level. At first glance I saw what I had seen in GOC files, and other places, and it was immediately weird to me.

[[div class="factual"]]
Contrary to initial assessments indicating sole involvement of specific ancient anomalous civilizations, all major sites had substantial evidence of Orcadian Culture influence or construction in the use of complex thaumic-tech and engineering (see [[[SCP-3703]]]). The presence and content of unique Orcadian Culture pictographic murals led Foundation researchers to conclude, based on SCP-001’s references, that these were important in some fashion in the impediment of some ancient apocalyptic event.
[[/div]]

Orcadian Culture architectural[[footnote]]Meaning the often organically shaped and marine associated structures.[[/footnote]], thaumatological, thaumic-tech and engineering influences in all of them. It’s bizarre, many of these sites are far far beyond the range of typical Orcadian Culture influence. Or at least, what we thought was the largest extent of their range. 

[[include component:image-block name=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/Situs_Megalitikum_Gunung_Padang_Cianjur.webp|align=left|caption=Tourists walking along the surface structure of Gunung Padang, Indonesia, Surface level of Site-001-08.]]

There are also fragmented texts and tomes and scrolls recovered from these sites and other newly discovered Orcadian Culture sites. They are all in the classical Orcadian script. 

We can't decipher it, so it isn't much use to me. 

Again, I didn't know why O5-01 had shared any of this with me. It seemed like a major break in classification and information security. 

[[include component:image-block name=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/Western_peripheral_enclosure_with_individual_stone_houses.webp|align=right|caption=Dhar Tichitt, Mauritania, Site-001-09.]]

That is until I looked closer at the murals and pictographs. 

Right there in front of me, I was looking at a tall feminine figure holding a staff that looked //exactly// like SCP-001's. There were other symbolic pictographic marks, and thematic associations around her. 

What could be a sun. 

Threads which seemed like they were literally strings of gold woven into metal. 

Scissors, a measuring rod, spools, three silhouettes, snakes, and eyes closed. 

I don’t know what any of that means in the context of the Orcadians, specifically. But the staff and similarities of the figure to SCP-001 are difficult to dismiss.

[[include component:image-block name=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/Model_of_Liangzhu_Ancient_City_02_2013-10.webp|align=left|caption=Surface ruins of Langzhou Mega Site, China, Site-001-10.]]

There's still the possibility of conjecture, but this is the first contextual evidence of what might be SCP-001 outside of modern historical records. 

There's a way to know for sure. Something you have to understand about Orcadian Culture artworks is that they are normally incredibly cognitohazardous. There’s really no effective countermeasure to them either. The effects were lost in simple photographs which do not convey the thaumaturgic interface that comes from direct observation. 

[[include component:image-block name=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/Monks_Mound_-_Summer_2024.webp| align=right|caption=Cahokia Mound Surface Complex, Illinois, United States, Site-001-11.]]

These sites are precarious and I don’t have sufficient security access to go see them for myself. 

But one day, maybe when I’m an O5, I will go myself, and I will learn the truth. 

If anyone would know about SCP-001, it’s the Orcadians. 

Who is she? 

[[include component:image-block name=https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/bleep-s-onyx-proposal/Mayor_Pyramid_and_circular_enclosure.webp|align=center|caption=Sacred City of Caral-Supe, Peru, Site-001-12.]]

Why is she so present in the minds of the Orcadian Culture?

I can’t ask her yet. 

Not until I know more. 

She’ll just riddle me to death otherwise. 

[[div class="factual"]]
With these details in mind, O5-01 brought the issue to the O5 council’s attention. The council then voted to establish a new operational command under O5-01’s office, known as Operation High Tide, to begin thorough investigation into the major anomalous sites and the Orcadian Culture.
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