SCP-9730

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The documentation for the following SCP is likely out-of-date, inaccurate, or incomplete. However, as it is among the only surviving iterations of this article, it has been presented here. Sorry, Vita. I'll try to access everything else.

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**SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES:** SCP-9730 is to remain within its concrete block at all times. All testing is to only be carried out after being approved by at least 10 members of the O5 Council. As Site-001 itself is practically impenetrable due to a large assortment of thaumaturgical and physical defensive measures, no other staff are to be assigned to SCP-9730's detail for security reasons.

**DESCRIPTION:** SCP-9730 refers to a small humanoid entity currently suspended within a large concrete block, which has been fitted into a load-bearing wall in Site-001's foundations. SCP-9730 is perpetually unaging, and analysis using advanced imaging technology has revealed that it has remained in a newborn-like state since its containment in 1876.

Aside from the above anomalies, SCP-9730 has also been conceptually merged with the concept of the Foundation's continued existence through the use of a now-extinct thaumaturgical rite. Through extensive research, the //de facto// hypothesis regarding SCP-9730 is that as long as it remains trapped in its concrete shell, the Foundation as an organization will continue to survive.

Due to the morally-dubious nature of the SCP-9730 practice, however, a number of conflicts, both within and from outside the Foundation has taken place over the ethics of SCP-9730's continued suspension and containment.

For more information on SCP-9730, please view the history section below.
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+ Chapter 1: The Baby And The Origins Of The Foundation (1876)
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The Department Of Parahistory would like to attach the following note from The Office Of O5-7, under Special Overseer Request For Context, cited from his book, //"The Baby Trap: The Foundation's Original Sin."//

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To understand the nature of the Immortal Baby Entrapped In Concrete, one must first understand the nature of the Foundation at the time. We were only a few years old, still young and green, born of the fresh hell that was the Fifth Occult War. All of us had made terrible sacrifices, and all of us had witnessed the incomprehensible cost of what it means when the walls of certainty came down and the flames of armageddon burned away at your loved ones.

We were fearful, you understand? As old as we were then in age and in experience, we were still so young, mere babes not unlike the one that now sustained us, staring down a new and terrible world that wished us nothing but harm. We were desperate, and we were oh so afraid.

The Administrator understood this more than anyone. He understood sacrifice, he understood our fear, and he understood the cost. That’s why he took on that burden. Please, if you view his actions on that day in any sort of way, view it with understanding.

-O5-7
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The Department Of Parahistory would also like to attach the following note from The Office Of O5-5, under Conditional Special Overseer Request For Context:

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If Seven tries to append anything to the file to this thing, I use my override to append my own message. Come on, it’s a fucking immortal baby trapped in concrete.

-O5-5
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According to official Foundation records and the testimonies of the Overseer Council (the predecessor to the current O5 Council),  Foundation Administrator and First Overseer Fritz Williams went on an extended sabbatical on 1/1/1876.

Prior to departure, several Foundation Overseers described his demeanor as highly unusual, noting that he often appeared “deeply contemplative” and “lost within his own mind” - with multiple accounts of him shambling around the Williams Manor[[footnote]]Now designated Site-001.[[/footnote]] without clear purpose, saying nothing when prompted.

Administrator Williams did not return upon the conclusion of his sabbatical period, and responded to no Foundation correspondence during that time.

SCP-9730 was first discovered by the Overseer Council in the private office of the Administrator at Site-001 on 3/6/1876, alongside the following note.

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[[include :scp-wiki:component:hf-left chapterL=From The Office Of Grand Administrator I|contentL= To my compatriots and partners in the fight for what is just and what is right, I am writing this with quivering hands as I try to force myself to lay bare the truth of what I hath done. I can no longer be a part of your fight. I can no longer be a part of your world.

In my travels, I have often ruminated upon the horrid nature of our Work, as well as the role of Man and his Humanity in it. In recent days, my mind works ceaselessly - depriving me of sleep and senses as I delved deeper and deeper into introspection. I chased long-dead philosophies and sought out dark scholars. I retraced the paths that giants once followed on the path to greater enlightenment, all to understand it all.

I shall not tell you my recently-acquired conclusions. All I shall tell you is that I can only ever come to one unerring truth: the Foundation must not fall, and there is no price high enough to pay for the success of our mission.

All of you who know me knows I love the Foundation as I would a child. I have seen it grow and mature. I see the promise that it holds for the future. It is a love that I thought I would never feel again.

I discovered that I was wrong, at the same time I discovered my final role in all things.

My friends, I was presented with the opportunity to ensure the Foundation’s eternal salvation at an unthinkable cost. I paid the price, and I see myself for what I am in this cruel, cold world.

At the cost of saving the soul of the Foundation, I have condemned that of two other. One guilty, and one innocent. I have made the ultimate sacrifice, and I have resigned myself to flames of woe.

A child for a child. A damnation for damnation.

Your Administrator is a godless, cowardly, selfish man. All I can ask you is your forgiveness for making you all complicit in my darkest deed. I tell myself it was the only way. I hope that it is true.

I leave your future in your hands, now and forever.
Fritz Williams
Administrator
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The following instructions were found on the back of the note, alongside a diagram of operations. Handwriting analysis suggest that these instructions were not produced by Williams.

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There is a small immortal enfant suspended in this cube of hardened sand-based polymer. The child has been through means instrinsic tied to the fate of the Foundation. As long as the enfant remains alive and suspended within the cube, the Foundation shall persevere through all hardships.

For thaumaturgical enrichment and geometric maximization, it is recommended that the enfant’s cube be placed beneath the Williams Manor’s perfect center.

Removal of the child from its polymer container may disrupt the ritual, bringing the Foundation into unmitigated ruination.
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Following the discovery of SCP-9730, The Second Overseer (the position now known as O5-2) would deploy a vast amount of thaumaturgical scholars to research the validity of the Administrator’s claims in the note, specifically whether such a ritual could really exist. Furthermore, he called off the numerous search parties that had been seeking Williams across five continents for the better part of a year.

The following note is from Dr. Dreiberg of the Department Of Thaumaturgy on researching the ritual used in SCP-9730’s creation, circa 1938.

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Unfortunately, even now, decades since The Second Overseer opened up research into the Administrator’s little curio, we’ve barely come any closer to undoing the exact ritual that was used in order to:

# Make the baby immortal,
# Make the baby unaging (a very different process from mere immortality), and
# Make the baby conceptually tied to the Foundation.

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Although our understanding of notions such as conceptual engineering and noospheric embodiments have since developed, none of the technologies relating to it would’ve been available in the time of the Administrator. This helps us narrow down that whatever was used here is probably some complex form of advanced arcane magic.

Multiple attempts were made to cross-reference SCP-9730’s properties with notable branches of magic and anomalous cultures throughout the years, with little results. Comparisons were drawn with the Nalkan practice of “bebegrouding” - a rite practiced in some Sarkic subcultures where newborn children were submerged, not in concrete, but healthy fertile soil to absorb its nutrients. A deep-dive into the well-known practice of Baby-fortified Architecture was deemed irrelevant after Parahistorians determined that the practice was entirely aesthetic.

It wasn't until 1898 when a raid on Sirs Marshall, Carter & Dark Apothecary & Anomalous Goods recovered several dozen pages from a previously-undiscovered section of the //Erikesh Codex// pertaining to ancient child-related containment procedures that we were able to identify the probable cause: A rite known as //"The Ascended Babe"// - illustrated with imagery that greatly resembled the depiction on the Administrator's notes. The rite was only mentioned once in the text, where it was described as a //"forbidden sacrifice magic, used only when the cost is too high otherwise."//

Unfortunately, as the actual methodologies of the rite and its reversal methods were not present in the recovered pages, the raid accomplished little aside from substantiating the Administrator's claims.

However, despite the fact that the raid recovered 42 pages of material, Sirs Marshall, Carter & Dark's manifest showed that there were originally //48// pages stored in the warehouse. Notably, every other listed rite included an in-depth list of instructions, with the exception of //"The Ascended Babe."//

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The Second Overseer would later call an Overseer meeting in order to discuss the contents of the letter, as well as to present the now-contained SCP-9730 item. A transcript of the meeting is presented below.

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//Of the missive regarding ye’ item of the __Immortal Babe in Concrete__, the Council of Overseers did convene through the following meeting, as recorded by Samson Presley, Foundation Scribe.//

“Alright, that is of the matters that we are dealing with today,” says the Second, “Does anyone have any inquiries?”

“Yes,” says the Fifth, “What in Hell’s name are you talking about?”

"There's a bairn, you say?" says the Third, "Inside the stone block, there's an immortal bairn child? And the Administrator has abandoned us? After entrapping his immortal bairn child inside a stone block?"

"I don't like current events anymore than you do," says the Second, "But I am looking for more specific inquiries, here."

"What are we waiting on, then?" says the Fifth, "We must liberate the child! We must contact the stonemasons from over the hills!"

"We can't liberate the child, Five!" says the Fourth, "Have you seen not the note? The babe is intrinsically intertwined with our Foundation, now!"

"Right, but what does that even mean?" says the Twelfth, "Our organization was doing fine for sev'ral years without being connected to a magical enfant. What evidence do we have that the Administrator has not simply gone demented?"

"Can the child breathe in there?" says the Tenth, "I see the illustration, and disturbingly, I see no means through which the child can receive fresh air. Wouldn't the child have suffocated?"

"The child is immortal, Tenth," says the Second, "I assume that includes an inability to perish via suffocation."

"This is a horrific set of circumstances, Two," says the Third, "By this, do you imply that the child //requires not// air, or that the child simply //cannot die// yet still suffocates?"

"I am working with the exact set of information as you," says the Second, "There isn't a second page that I'm not presenting here, Three. You can just peruse the note once more. I would assume that the child still requires air, yet does not leave the mortal coil."

"So the babe suffers without the relief of death?" says the Eighth.

"Given the apologetic nature of the note," says the Second, "I would assume, so."

"Why, this is grotesque!" Says the Fifth, "Are you saying that we have brought untold suffering onto an innocent being for merely the longevity of our organization? This is an abominable act by the Administrator!"

"Maybe it isn't as bleak as it could be," says the Third, "Could we perhaps drill holes inside the stone box? We could insert tubes containing nourishment and air inside, for the child."

"We can't drill into the box," says the Fourth, "The note says that to remove the child from its container's suspension would disrupt the ritual, bringing the Foundation into ruination."

"But a mere hole isn't removing the child from suspension," says the Third, "It only necessitates that the child be alive and suspended in the polymer substance, not that the child remain alive and suspended and the polymer substance remain completely intact."

"The illustration connects the polymer cube to the Foundation seal, not the child," says the Sixth, "And if there was a way to modify circumstances for the betterment of the child, wouldn't the Administration have done so? I feel that the existence of the stone cube is intentional to whatever rituals were involved. What if we drill into the cube, and the child dies immediately?"

"Impossible," says the Thirteenth, "The child is immortal."

"Some jellyfish are immortal," says the Sixth, "Yet they perish if I were to drill into them."

"Speaking of the illustration, I do have an inquiry," says the Eleventh, "The babe's countenance appears cyclopean in nature. Why is that? The Administrator had two eyes."

"That is the Eye Of Ra," says the Second, "I assume that it is merely for illustrative purposes and not reflective of the actual child, which I assume would have two eyes along with archetypal human features."

"Cyclopean or not," says the Ninth, "We must not submit a child to this agony, if the Administrator's note is to be believed. We are complicit, and we must be responsible for undoing whatever atrocity that the Administrator has committed."

"But if what the Administrator says is true, then the child would make the Foundation everlasting, meaning we could protect the entire world," says the Thirteenth, "And besides, you act as if this is the first tot that the Foundation has encased in concrete."

"What?" says the Ninth.

"I mean, do we even actually know if there is a child inside the polymer?" says the Twelfth. "Have you subjected the child to imaging rays and technologies?"

"I would've," says the Second, "But I haven't, just in case. From what my men tell me, any imaging technology that could penetrate through this polymer would perhaps also fry the child alive."

"The immortal child," says the Thirteenth.

"Again," says the Sixth, "That we are instructed to keep the child alive would imply that there is a possibility of death."

"So there is no way to know for sure if there is a child inside of the polymer," says the Twelfth, "Could this entire exercise be a moral test devised by the Administrator? A moral test, to test the limits of our humanity? To see if we would degrade ourselves to harming an innocent for our own convenience?"

"Or, the test is to see if we'd do what it takes to preserve our Foundation," says the Sixth, "In which case, babe or no babe, we should still follow the Administrator's instructions."

"Look," says the Second, "Babe, or no babe, moral exercise or no, we must vote on which course of action to pursue. Do we follow the Administrator's instructions and suspend the cube under Williams Manor? Or do we liberate the child, possibly incurring wrath upon our Foundation? If no one has any inquiries left, let us vote."

"I have an inquiry," says the Seventh, "Is there any possibility of esoteric complications from tying the soul of our organization the soul of this immortal baby? Like, will it turn all of us into babes somehow?"

"What? No," says the Second, "I mean, I would assume not. We're still not babies yet, are we? My word, let's just vote."
____________________________________________

**Liberate:** The Fifth, Ninth, Eighth, Twelfth, Third, Tenth Overseers. (6)

**Suspend:** The Thirteenth, Fourth, Second, Sixth, Seventh, Eleventh Overseers. (6)

____________________________________________

"Okay, shit," says the Second, "I forgot The First is now vacant. We need another vote."

"I haven't even begun the process of selecting Fritz's replacement," says the Twelfth. "We won't have a suitable candidate for weeks!"

"We don't have weeks," says the Second. "Now, Samson, what do you think?"

"I say to suspend the immortal babe," says Samson Presley, Foundation Scribe.

"Sam, why would you do this?" says the Fifth.

"I do not like children," says Samson Presley, Foundation Scribe.

____________________________________________

**VERDICT:** The __Immortal Babe in Concrete__ shall be interr'd beneath Williams Manor, inside of a load-bearing wall, per the instructions of the Administrator.
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According to Overseer records, the Overseer Council would hold several dozen votes over the next few years on whether to free the baby from its imprisonment within the concrete cube, or not. These motions often failed, after the induction of Foundation Scribe Samson Presley into the Overseer Council granted the Pro-Baby-Internment faction a valuable one-vote edge.

In 1898, the Ninth and Twelfth Overseers both perished in a duel meant to decide the construction site of the Emerson Vault (now known as Site-19) - which led to the First Overseer appointing their seats with Pro-Baby-Internment candidates, giving the faction a super-majority. In 1906, a vote was then held to officially shutter all future discussions and votes regarding the immortal baby. After the verdict, the Second Overseer would give the following statement:

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Do not misunderstand me, while I sympathize with my fellow Overseers across the aisle, those filled with concerns over the role of the immortal child, and I understand their perspective, this is a choice that must be made for the betterment of our organization. For too long, we have strayed from our paths, blinded ourselves to the larger machinations at play in pursuit of petty squabbles over a lone case, and we have become lesser men for it.

This babe shall not see the sunrise today, nor it will in our lifetime, yes, but if the Foundation fails, then //no// babes shall see the sunrise tomorrow. What makes this one child, this immortal child, so much more important than any of the other children of the world? Of your //own// sons and daughters? Do you not have a young babe at home, Tenth? Do you not have a son, a mere learning-child, Fifth? Would //you// trade their places with that of the soul we have entombed beneath us?

If the price for all man's salvation is to suspend one immortal child in cement, that is the price we shall pay. If that price was to suspend a //thousand// immortal child in cement, //God forgive me//, that is the price we shall pay.

-The Second Overseer.

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However, despite the above statement, Foundation historians now speculate that the reason the vote was held was so that the now majority Pro-Baby-Internment faction of the Overseer Council could get ahead of a potential confrontation with the fledgling Committee Of Ethical Containment (now known as the Ethics Committee), which according to The First Overseer, would harbor //"unacceptable extremist ideals regarding immortal child liberation."//

This strategy appeared to have been successful. Over the next few years, departing members of the Anti-Baby-Internment faction of the Overseer Council, bound by silence, would be replaced by candidates hand-picked by the First Overseer, and though future Overseers would not be notified of the immortal child (unless they specifically inquired) - all candidates would have to score a perfect grade on the mandatory "Councilmen Candidacy Examination" - which included the following item:

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//**Question 1,541:** You are given the choice to ensure the Foundation's eternal prosperity. HOWEVER - You must subject an immortal newborn child to an eternity in a concrete bucket. What would you do? Write a 5,000 word essay to justify your answer.//

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+ Chapter 2: The Baby And The Foundation Civil War (1937)
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In 1937, during a routine remodeling of Site-001, O5-4 uncovered old documents in the archives relating to SCP-9730. After confronting O5-1, the concrete block containing SCP-9730 was excavated from beneath Site-001 for analysis. Upon receiving the results, O5-1 initiated a meeting with the rest of the Council to discuss the findings.

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= **O5 COUNCIL TRANSCRIPT**

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The O5 Council, as of 1937.
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**O5-1:** Alright, so, uh, everyone, I'm really not looking forward to this. If everyone could take a seat-

**O5-3:** //Fuck//, man. Son of a //bitch.//

**O5-5:** What? What's going on?

**O5-1:** I said sit down.

//##grey|[All remaining Overseers settle into their seat. O5-1 rubs his temples.]##//

**O5-1:** Alright, so, uh. About the old scrolls that that Four found last week, y'know, the one about the immortal newborn baby that's buried under the place?

**O5-5:** The fucking //what?//

**O5-1:** Right, we never- Okay, right, I'm just- I'm just gonna rip off the band-aid here. There's an immortal baby, uh, trapped in a block of concrete. It's apparently been under Site-001's floorplan for over half a century. We just dug it up, I got some folks at Site-002 to take a look at it, and uh, yep. There's a baby in it. The block. 

**O5-5:** What the //fuck// are you on about?

**O5-4:** Okay, it was an entire thing.

**O5-10:** Wait, Five, didn't your predecessor say something about this? At the induction ceremony?

**O5-5:** I thought it was a //metaphor!//

**O5-8:** How the hell can this have been a metaphor?

**O5-5:** Oh, for- //"At the heart of the Foundation is an eternal child, struggling to break free from its stone prison, that you must release at all costs-"// Yes, it sounded like a //fucking// metaphor!

**O5-4:** Right, okay, so it's, uh, not a metaphor.

**O5-3:** Y'know, I //was// wondering why that particular question was so specific on the exam.

**O5-2:** See here, are we even sure if it's a baby? Or maybe it's just some sorta' monster guy that //looks// like a baby, and, y'know, this is a //good// thing?

**O5-1:** Well, uh, from what I can gleam from the Administrator's note, it's pretty likely that this is just a regular baby. Just, //immortal//. I mean, I feel like if it was something that's //not// a baby, that'd have been brought up.

**O5-2:** The //Administrator?//

**O5-1:** Right, yeah, I'm pretty sure the baby is the Administrator's.

**O5-5:** You're //pretty sure?//

**O5-1:** Look, okay, we'll go into the nitty-gritty of it later, but the point is-

//##grey|[O5-1 presses a remote. The room dims. An image of SCP-9730 is projected onto the screen.]##//

**O5-1:** We gave our top thaumaturgists about a few days, and the results looks pretty conclusive. The Hume readings would indicate that the baby is exerting a //constant// Hume emanation in-line with widespread //conceptual// entanglement, which seems to line-up pretty well with the Administrator's assertion that the baby is //intrinsically intertwined// with the organization's fate. If you look at the thaumaturgical scan here on the screen-

**O5-5:** //Literally//. What the //fuck//. Are you //talking// about!? What-

//##grey|[O5-5 stares incredulously at the picture on the screen, sputtering, as he looks around the room.]##//

**O5-5:** This! What is //this//?! What the //fuck// am I //looking// at?

**O5-7:** I would assume that's the baby. Y'know. In the concrete block. The one that's, uh, been intrinsically intertwined with the Foundation.

**O5-9:** Yeah, I mean, I think that's pretty clear.

**O5-5:** What the fuck does //intrinsic// mean!?

**O5-3:** See, now, I have a question, here.

**O5-5:** Oh, thank //God//.

**O5-1:** Alright, what is it, Three?

**O5-3:** Right, I notice on the scan that the baby is upside-down.

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**O5-1:** Yes.

//##grey|[Pause.]##//

**O5-3:** Well, //should// it be upside-down?

//##grey|[Pause. There is the sound of tapping in the background.]##//

**O5-1:** Well, uh, //no//.

**O5-4:** We marked the direction when we got it out, so I figure they got it wrong when they first put it in. 

**O5-6:** Is the baby white?

**O5-10:** I concur. Is the baby //alright//? I mean, the baby is immortal, right? So it //should// be fine? If not breathing for fifty years didn't kill it, then I doubt blood pooling due to sustained suspension //would//, right?

**O5-9:** Hang on, I've got some concerns. Do we actually know if the baby's still //alive?// Or if the baby's been dead for like, decades? And there's just like, a rotting pile of baby-//slush// in a baby-shaped hole in the concrete?

**O5-5:** Why the //fuck// are you like this?

**O5-1:** No, no, it's a legitimate concern. I inquired about that exact situation, and it appears that there does seem to be continued life signatures coming from the baby.

**O5-5:** Oh my God.

**O5-11:** I... well, so how //is// it?

**O5-1:** Unclear. All we know is that it's alive. We can't get any other information, the Hume fluctuations messes with the readings. All we know is that the baby still seems to be... conscious.

**O5-5:** Wait, cuh-//conscious?//

**O5-1:** Yes. Alive, and, uh, //conscious.// They're saying it might've been conscious this entire time. We //thought// it woke up during examination, but on further inspection, it just appears that whatever //ritual// was used just keeps it in a //constant// state of awareness-

//##grey|[O5-5 hurls. The tapping pauses then continues.]##//

**O5-12:** Oh- Come on, it's not that bad! Conscious can mean a //lot// of things! Maybe, uh, //maybe// the baby is happy inside the concrete. Right, One?

**O5-1:** I mean... we can't... we can't //really// rule it out-

**O5-4:** Okay, I feel like we're getting a bit off-track here. I'll, uh, tell them to put it the right-side up the next time we put it back into the wall-

**O5-5:** We're putting it //back// into the wall?! You can't be fucking serious!

**O5-10:** I mean, it //is// a load-bearing wall.

**O5-1:** Look, I'm sorry, Five. This meeting was supposed to be about clarifying where we //go// from here, not about what to do with the baby. Again, the baby's- The baby's intrinsically //tied// with the Foundation-

**O5-5:** What does that //mean!?//

**O5-1:** It means that now we know we can do //anything//, Five! Don't you see?! It means from this moment on, we know that the Foundation //can't// fail, as long as the baby remains! Nothing is set in stone, except for //us//, as long as the baby is also set in stone!

**O5-7:** Concrete.

**O5-1:** //This// is why the old Overseers hid this from us. They must've been afraid, afraid of our hubris, afraid that if we were to learn of our //invulnerability//, of what we would //do.// We have to prove them wrong, don't you see? We have to use this power for //good!//

**O5-5:** Mate, you're fuckin' //insane!// It's a goddamn living //baby// that we've got stuffed in a fucking //rock!//

**O5-1:** Don't you think it pains me, my boy? I didn't //decide// this. I didn't call it, because I //knew// what the results would've been before I stepped into the room. I knew you were the only one who couldn't //see// it. Look, all of you-

//##grey|[O5-1 stands up and looks around the table.]##//

**O5-1:** O5 vote. Who here's in favor of returning the baby to the load-bearing wall beneath Site-001? Cast your votes now.

//##grey|[O5-5 immediately slams a button on his table. The other O5s slowly press their own vote buttons. A few seconds later, a tally is projected on the screen.]##//

**O5-1:** Twelve yays. One nay. Motion passes.

**O5-5:** I can't believe all of youse.

**O5-1:** Please, see reason, Five! We all took the exam. We knew this day would come. We were selected to serve the Foundation first of all, and deep down, all of us, we'd do //anything// to fulfill that goal.

//##grey|[O5-5 rises, snarling at O5-1.]##//

**O5-5:** Fuck you.

//##grey|[O5-1 slumps down in his seat. He places a hand on his head.]##//

**O5-1:** I wish it could be any other way. We didn't start any of this, but we've been benefiting off of it for as long as we were part of this organization. We won't be the one to end it, either. All we can do is what we //can//, to keep the //secret//, to do our //work//, and hope that at the end of the day, it- //Heavens//, does anyone know what that tapping noise is?

**O5-13:** Huh? Oh, sorry. Don't mind me, I'm just about done.

//##grey|[O5-13 is tapping on a small mechanical device. There is a brief silence.]##//

**O5-1:** Thirteen? What are you doing?

**O5-13:** I'm finishing the preliminary notes for the SCP classification of the immortal baby! Just gimme a second... and //send!//

//##grey|[O5-13 taps the device a final time. The other O5s look at each other. O5-1 raises a finger, pointing at the machine in front of O5-13.]##//

**O5-1:** What //is// that.

**O5-13:** Oh, I was using a wireless telegram. It's a new thing my department worked out. Much easier, much //quicker// than the old ones. Why, the Ethics Committee should be receiving the notes any second now, and the Research Department will have a finished SCP dossier within the evening!

//##grey|[All of the other O5s stiffen. O5-13 glances around nervously.]##//

**O5-1:** Do you... realize what you've just //done?//

**O5-13:** ...Why? What happened? Is... is something the problem?

//##grey|[O5-1 grimaces before slowly standing up.]##//

**O5-1:** Oh, yes. There //is// a problem, here, I'm afraid. A //serious// one.

//##grey|[O5-1 slowly walks to O5-13, who recoils in his seat. O5-1 removes his glasses.]##//

**O5-1:** You see...

//##grey|[O5-1 grimly points at the machine in front of O5-13.]##//

**O5-1:** A tele//gram// is what you //send//. What you're //using// is a tele//graph.//

**O5-13:** Ah, right, sorry. I get that mixed up a lot. My bad.

**O5-1:** Oh, no, it's no problem. Just don't wantcha' to make a fool of yourself in front of anyone else, now, would we?

[[/div]]

The resulting Foundation civil conflict between the Ethics Committee and the O5 Council would last for several months, culminating in the deaths of over 200+ Foundation personnel, the termination of 45 SCPs, and the complete destruction of 2 Foundation Sites, eventually ending in the defection of over 150 Foundation personnel of varying levels, including 32 former MTF agents. This event was later categorized as the Foundation Civil War.

This splinter group, led by former Site-17 Director Nicole Richmond and Ethics Committee Liason James Bernard Schafer later escaped Foundation detection through the use of several stolen anomalies.

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Initially working as a researcher for the Site-17's humanoid wing, Dir. Richmond was assigned as temporary replacement for Site Director Gregory Seltzer when Dir. Seltzer was assigned to Project BLUE MARCH. Under Dir. Richmond's leadership, Site-17 underwent extensive reformation, leading to a 30% increase in efficiency and a significant drop in humanoid rights violations the following year. Dir. Richmond's position was made permanent following the discovery of Dir. Seltzer's mangled corpse beneath the ice 36.2km away from  Antartica Outpost-42.

For the bulk of Dir. Richmond's employment at the Foundation, she was an avid proponent of humane treatment for humanoid anomalies, devising upwards of 200 action plans and proposals for better anomaly and personnel treatment improvements. Unfortunately, for an unknown reason, none of her plans were ever considered by the Foundation Department Of Containment.

Upon being notified of SCP-9730, Dir. Richmond was able to rally the Ethics Committee into enacting Primary Action. This course of action, however, failed, as the majority of the Ethics Committee Board Of Directors was suddenly dispatched by Mobile Task Force Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand") in the midst of drafting a letter asking for the O5 Council's resignation. Foundation historians widely considers this to be the starting point of the Foundation Civil War.

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++ Profile: Dr. James Bernard Schafer
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Inducted into the Foundation in 1921 after having met O5-6 during a venture in his hometown in North Dakota, Dr. Schafer rose through the ranks as one of the Foundation's finest thaumaturgists, and was appointed as a lead researcher of the Department Of Continuity, before his work earned him the title of Chief Ethics Overseer on the Ethics Committee.

For the last few years prior to his defection from the Foundation, Schafer had repeatedly voiced that, in his view, the Foundation had consistently failed to strive toward the betterment of humanity. His associates reported him becoming increasingly //"disillusioned"// with his work at the Foundation, becoming more and more politically active, and constantly reminiscing about his previous position in North Dakota.

During the Foundation Civil War, it was revealed that Dr. Schafer had been amassing a number of devout followers who shared in his philosophies for at least a decade. These followers, along with a number of Ethics Committee members led by Dir. Richmond would make-up the majority of the splinter group's numbers during the war.

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++ Profile: Royal Fraternity of Master Metaphysicians
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During his tenure at the Foundation, Dr. Schafer had also founded the //Foundation Society Of Metaphysics//, a small club of Foundation-affiliated Metaphysicians based out of Site-17. While on the surface, it served as a fraternity of like-minded individuals, it was also served as a recruiting apparatus for Dr. Schafer's own splinter group. During the Foundation Civil War, it was estimated that a large amount of the defecting Foundation personnel had, at some point in their past, held membership at the Society.

In January 1938, Dr. Schafer, Dir. Richmond, and the remnants of the Foundation Society Of Metaphysics would resurface publicly, rebranding itself as the //Royal Fraternity of Master Metaphysicians.// Their first official act would be the purchase of the 24-acre Vanderbilt Estate //"Idle Hour"// mansion, later renamed //"Peace Haven"// and used as their base of operations.

Operating publicly as a "diaper brigade," in secret, Dr. Schafer had begun converting new followers to a  militant infant-based apocalyptic cult focused around the arrival of a "baby messiah" that would bring order to the world. Dr. Schafer's inner circle would adopt the title of //"Storks"// with Schafer himself adopting the title of //"Chief Stork."// Purportedly, Dr. Schafer's devotion to this pet project would lead to a developing schism with the faction of the splinter group lead by Dir. Richmond.

Despite their above-Veil operation and blatant appropriation of Department Of Continuity management techniques, the //Royal Fraternity of Master Metaphysicians// remained under the Foundation's radar for over a year, as the group was then indistinguishable from non-anomalous Metaphysics clubs and/or pro-natalist organizations.
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++ Profile: Baby Jean Gauntt - "The Immortal Baby"
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In November 1939, Dr. Schafer finally resurfaced publicly, announcing his organization's intentions to adopt Baby Jean, the newborn child of Catherine Gauntt, a poor waitress. He explained he would raise Baby Jean into an "immortal being" through the use of metaphysics, a special vegetable diet, and by disallowing anyone from mentioning any terms relating to the concepts of death or disease in her presence. By doing this, he explained, Baby Jean would be preserved from old age and death.

Immediately after the publication of Dr. Schafer's interview by The New York Times, the O5 Council went into high-alert, as Dr. Schafer had divulged the basic steps of Erikeshan conceptual engineering to an audience of millions. This, coupled with his proposal of creating an immortal baby led to the conclusion that somehow, he had come into possession of the missing pages of //"The Ascended Babe."//

It was unclear if Dr. Schafer publicizing his plans was meant to be perceived as a threat, a trap, or an invitation for co-operation. Regardless, the O5 Council would decide that an enemy organization with its own SCP-9730 instance would be too dangerous to exist. As such, proposals for a raid on Peace Haven was approved the following week.

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Upon MTF Omega-8 //“Baby Snatchers”// entering the Peace Haven grounds, it was quickly discovered that the //Royal Fraternity of Master Metaphysicians// had used multiple temporal-spacial anomalies in order to enlarge the mansion's interior significantly. The difficulty in navigating the mansion as well as various encounters with pockets of temporal disruption greatly increased the time length of the mission.

Notable incidents included a member of the task force accidentally killing his own grandson who was also his paternal grandfather, constantly reanimating hostile members of Dr. Schafer's "Storks" personnel, and at least 3 instances of agents accidentally wandering into a different time period.

By the time MTF Omega-8 was able to reach Dr. Schafer's control room, what was to be a 1-day mission had extended to a year-long operation in objective time, with at least 3 billion years of subjective time in-between.

The following exchange was captured using MTF Omega-8 Agent Sanchez's portable body wire-recorder.

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Agent Sanchez's rendition of the Peace Haven control room and Eigenmachine.
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//##grey|[Agent Sanchez bursts into the control room and brandishes his standard-issue Foundation M1903 Springfield. There is whirring coming from the Eigenmachine set into the floor of the facility. Dr. Schafer and Director Richmond stand on a walkway high above.]##//

**Agent Sanchez:** Give it up, ya' punks! The Foundation's here to smack ya' yet. All your dastardly machinations stops now!

**Dir. Richmond:** Ah, the Foundation's //dogs//. As //loyal// as always, I- Hang on, where's the rest of your team?

**Agent Sanchez:** They've either died of old age, are off fightin' with their alternate future selves, or haven't been //born// yet, fiends. And I'll have ya' know, I'm one //unhappy// camper about it. Now raise your hands, and no one-

**Dr. Schafer:** You fellas ain't follow the instructions?

**Agent Sanchez:** The //wha'?//

**Dr. Schafer:** The instructions. On how to get here, while avoidin' the temporal anomalies. We left it pinned to the door. It's... we just needed the time dilation to finish our little //project// here, quick.

//##grey|[Dr. Schafer shakes his walking stick at the Eigenmachine at the bottom of chamber.]##//

**Dr. Schafer:** It wasn't exactly convenient for us, gettin' through the halls, either. You fellas... you didn't read //any// of that? I thought we even put it in an easy-to-see spot.

**Agent Sanchez:** And why the hell'd'cha do //that// for?

**Dir. Richmond:** We //wanted// you here, agent. Your organization, its great //misdeeds//, you've left us with little choice. We required an agent of the Foundation for our plan, and now, with //you// here, we can proceed.

//##grey|[Agent Sanchez steps forward, pointing his gun at Dir. Richmond.]##//

**Agent Sanchez:** So it was a //trap//, eh? Then enlighten me. What were you two plannin' on?

**Dir. Richmond:** And that's the big question, //isn't// it, agent?

//##grey|[Dir. Richmond steps forward, and withdraws from within her coat several yellow decayed pages.]##//

**Agent Sanchez:** The remaining pages of //The Ascended Babe//, huh? I shoulda' known. Doc' Richmond, and here I thought you of all people weren't a //hypocrite.//

**Dir. Richmond:** Far from it. My stances remain clear: Only a //barbarian// would use the suffering of a //child// to shield themselves. The Foundation's sin is the greatest evil mankind has ever known. I want no //part// in it. No more.

**Agent Sanchez:** If you're not looking to entrap a baby of your own, why do you have those pages?!

**Dir. Richmond:** The Ascended Babe is not the only ritual in the missing segment of the Erikesh Codex. There was another one, //another// ritual. A //counter-//ritual.

**Agent Sanchez:** //What?// But... Baby Jean... what Schafer said on the news... you were creating another immortal baby.

**Dr. Schafer:** Don't trust everything you read in the news, fella. Let me show you what it's all been for.

//##grey|[Dr. Schafer pulls a lever. The Eigenmachine's exterior opens up. Bright blue electrical energy glows from its bottom. Large thick tubes made out of metal and glass dissipate the energy into the surrounding walls. At the center of the machine, a spire rises. On the end of the spire is a small platform.]##//

**Agent Sanchez:** My //Lord...//

**Dr. Schafer:** Behold. The //Descendant Babe//. The //Annihilation Child//. Fashioned from dark matter and stone. The //Anti-Baby//.

//##grey|[The spire comes to a stop. On the platform rests what appears to be a concrete statue of a newborn baby.]##//

**Agent Sanchez:** Then... Baby Jean...

//##grey|[Agent Sanchez looks up as a creaking noise emanates from the ceiling. A panel above opens up to reveal a glass cage. Inside is Baby Jean, who is consuming pureed carrots. A trapdoor can be seen on the bottom of the glass cage, which is now positioned directly over the inert Anti-Baby.]##//

**Dr. Schafer:** Baby Jean will not be the second Immortal Baby, good man. She will become the vessel for the Baby Of Pure Death. And when the two entities collide, when an unstoppable force meets the //immovable// object...

**Agent Sanchez:** Is... is that why I'm here?

**Dir. Richmond:** We know that the O5s would never let us close enough to Site-001 to get to the baby's concrete shell. The machine is only an amplifier, but we needed some trace of the Immortal Baby's influence. //You.//

//##grey|[Dir. Richmond points at Agent Sanchez.]##//

**Dir. Richmond:** The Foundation's pact with the Devil states that as long as the Immortal Baby lives, the Foundation lives. It's protection extends to all those in the Foundation, including you. A thaumaturgical network that extends from you to every single Foundation personnel, to the O5s, to the child that lies beneath them.

**Dr. Schafer:** The Anti-Baby can mitigate that network to its very source just from a single node. If it touches you, the entire Foundation //crumbles to dust.//

**Dir. Richmond:** //Chaos.// Against your organization's perfect //order.// We have //engineered// your demise.

**Agent Sanchez:** And what of the giant demented bird?! Another step of your devious scheme?!

//##grey|[Agent Sanchez motions at the giant mechanical pelican with glowing carvings in the background. Dir. Richmond turns to look at the giant pelican.]##//

**Dir. Richmond:** What? Oh. I- Actually, I'm not sure what that //is//. James, why'd you build that?

**Dr. Schafer:** Why- //You're// the engineer. //I// didn't build that. I thought //you// did.

**Dir. Richmond:** Why would //I// build one of your //storks?// That's //your// thing.

**Dr. Schafer:** That's- That's not a fuckin' stork. It's a //pelican//. And it's not a //thing//, it's because storks carry //babies// and- Okay, look, it probably just came with the house. The point is-

//##grey|[Dr. Schafer holds out a remote controller.]##//

**Dr. Schafer:** With just the press of //this// button, your entire Foundation //dies.// You can't escape it.

**Agent Sanchez:** So why haven't you pressed it already, wise guy!?

**Dir. Richmond:** Did you really think we would condemn another innocent soul to death? Just to prove a point? Now you know that we're at an //impasse//. We know the Council is listening. We're here to //negotiate.//

**Agent Sanchez:** I... //you...//

//##grey|[Agent Sanchez's backpack-mounted walkie-talkie activates.]##//

**Command:** That's enough.

**Agent Sanchez:** //Sir-//

**Command:** Stand down, agent. Director Richmond. Doctor Schafer. I represent the O5 Council. State your terms.

**Dir. Richmond:** Good. //Now,// we're getting somewhere. Within the missing pages, there is a way to undo the //Ascended Babe// ritual while leaving the affected organization intact. A //bloodless// way. I am willing to enact it should you agree to our conditions.

**Command:** And what makes you think we'll keep our word?

**Dir. Richmond:** There are ways to make a binding //pact.// I have skilled thaumaturges on my side. If a blood covenant is what it takes, then so be it. We'll do it here in this very room, and we won't let go of the remote until it is //confirmed.//

//##grey|[Silence.]##//

**Command:** And what are your conditions?

**Dir. Richmond:** Hmm. You'll learn when the binding's started. I don't want you to get cold feet. But nothing too egregious. You'll just have to trust us on that.

//##grey|[Nearly 10 minutes of uninterrupted silence.]##//

**Command:** ...Deal.

//##grey|[A team of Foundation thaumaturges enters through the door. A team of Dir. Richmond's thaumaturges descends from the walkways. They meet with each other on a small extended platform over the Eigenmachine. Agent Sanchez turns to one of the Foundation thaumaturges.]##//

**Agent Sanchez:** How'd you folks get here so quick?

**Thaumaturgist Breyers:** We followed the map. Took us 'bout 5 minutes.

**Agent Sanchez:** Aw, //hell.//

//##grey|[The thaumaturges on each side unveil a flask of blood. They spent the next few minutes setting up preparations for the blood pact. Finally, they draw an insignia on the floor in blood. Dir. Richmond and Dr. Schafer carve the same insignia on their arms. All of the insignias begin glowing.]##//

**Dr. Schafer:** Here are the terms of the agreement. It shall be honored, 'lest the party that fails to uphold the bargain be claimed by death. The SCP Foundation shall, in exchange for letting Dr. Schafer and Dir. Richmond break their conceptual bond with SCP-9730, the Immortal Baby trapped in concrete, the Foundation shall carry out a number of policies depending on the choosing of the other blood party, regardless of the request. Deal?

**Dir. Richmond:** Deal.

//##grey|[Pause.]##//

**Command:** Deal.

**Dir. Richmond:** Of the policies listed, the //first// is that Foundation forces will no way in any shape or form interfere, or //intervene//, with Dr. Schafer and Dir. Richmond's work in breaking SCP-9730's conceptual bond. Deal?

**Command:** Deal.

**Dir. Schafer:** Deal. The second policy is that SCP-9730's natural lifespan will be returned, its traumas are to be rectified using all //possible// means available to the Foundation, and it shall be allowed to live its remaining life free from Foundation influence. Deal?

**Command:** Deal.

**Dir. Richmond:** Deal. The third policy is that the Foundation will take all steps necessary to alleviate the //suffering// of its anomalies and staff. All discriminatory containment //practices// are to be abolished, all measurements considered inhumane are to be replaced when possible, and as //quickly// as possible. Deal?

**Command:** ...Deal. Get on with it.

**Dr. Schafer:** Deal. The fourth and final policy is that the Foundation will now be completely and fully devoted to the development, empowerment, and enrichment of all people, men, women, and children...

//##grey|[Dr. Schafer pauses for 3 seconds.]##//

**Dr. Schafer:** ...as long as they are of white aryan descent, and will serve //me// personally, forever.  Deal.

**Dir. Richmond:** Deal.

//##grey|[Brief silence from all parties. Dir. Richmond looks down, then turns to Dr. Schafer.]##//

**Dir. Richmond:** What?[[footnote]]It remains unknown how Dr. Schafer's former affiliation with his local KKK chapter went unnoticed during his background check, which was personally overseen by the O5 Council.[[/footnote]]

**Agent Sanchez:** Jesus //Christ,// man.

**Dir. Richmond:** No, //no//, what on //earth// is the matter with you? No- The deal's off. I, Dir. Richmond, the other blood party, I //cancel// the deal.

//##grey|[Dir. Richmond wipes the sigil. She stares at it. It is still glowing.]##//

**Dir. Richmond:** I- No, no, that's //my// blood we're using- Why is the bonding- Whose blood //is// this!?

**Dr. Schafer:** Oh.

//##grey|[Dr. Schafer raise his arm, revealing a red pinprick on his wrist.]##//

**Dr. Schafer:** Musta' been //mine.//

**Dir. Richmond:** //No.// You //swapped//- Overseers, you //cannot take this deal!//

//##grey|[Dir. Richmond tries to grasp at Dr. Schafer's arm. He pushes her to the floor.]##//

**Dr. Schafer:** It's //too late!// They already said yes to the //first// one, that means they //already// accepted every condition henceforth. You can't //stop// me, Nicole. I've been planning this for years, since all those days so long ago, watching the organization I loved become slowly filled with //marxist race-traitor degenerates.// Now, the world bends to //my// will!

**Dir. Richmond:** You sick //bastard!// All this time, you... You told me that you wanted to make the world a better place!

**Dr. Schafer:** That's always been the //truth.// Now hear me! I am Dr. James Bernard Schafer, Foundation doctor, //Squire// of the North Dakotan chapter of the //Ku Klux Klan!// And I restore the Foundation to its //rightful// purpose, what it should //always// have been doing! To serve //race!// To serve //country//, and to //serve//- //OhGodWhatthefuck-//

//##grey|[Dir. Richmond kicks Dr. Schafer's ankles, sending his feet off the edge of the walkway. His bottom half falls through the widely-spaced railings. His head slams onto the edge of the walkway before the rest of his body completely careens off into the Eigenmachine. It's immediately dissolved in the energy below with a sound akin to that of a fly-zapper.]##//

//##grey|[There is a brief silence as the insignias stop glowing. Everyone stares at the bottom of the Eigenmachine.]##//

**Agent Sanchez:** Well, uh, I //guess// that-

//##grey|[Loud, thundering noise as the Eigenmachine detonates.]##//

[[/div]]

By the time Foundation forces arrived, most of the control room had collapsed onto the remains of the now-defunct Eigenmachine, though casualties were few. Baby Jean was found safe in her glass container, which was positioned high up enough to avoid damage by the explosion. Foundation lawyers returned her to her parents the following month after a series of tests confirmed her health to be baseline.

As per standard Disinformation policies, all public appearances of Dr. Schafer moving forward were assumed by a surgically-modified D-Class on an experimental regiment of drugs. The [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Bernard_Schafer cover-up] was deemed effective, and the D-Class successfully committed suicide via car exhaust in 1955.

Dir. Richmond was not found at the scene, and neither was the Anti-Baby. The following is a statement by Agent Sanchez regarding the events that occurred after his wire-recorder stopped functioning.

[[div class="blockquote"]]

//"Well, the room was on fire, and everything was crashin' down left and right, and Doc' Richmond gets up and climbs up the railins' but then she suddenly looks back at me, and she says that we haven't seen the last of her, and that whatever happens, she'll free the baby, even if she has to burn the whole world to do it. Then, she tells me- Well, not me, but the Foundation, to expect them soon. As in, their organization. Then they were gone.//

//What was their name again?//

//Oh, right, yeah.//

//"The Kiosk Insurgency." Not a good name, I tell ya' what, but you didn't hear that from me. Honestly though, me personally, I'm sure we'll ain't ever hear from them again."//

[[/div]]

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+ Chapter 3: The Baby And The Chaos Armageddon (2026)
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The following is a transcript of //"A Message From The Insurgency"// - a common propaganda text frequently spread by the Chaos Insurgency in various sub-Veil settings in order to stoke anti-Foundation sentiments.

In 2026, shortly prior the event now referred to as the //Chaos Armageddon//, a large amount of flyers containing the text was airdropped over Foundation facilities, civilian cities, as well as anomalous communities such as Three Portlands.

[[div class="blockquote"]]

= **A MESSAGE FROM THE INSURGENCY**

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[[=]]

[[=image THEBABYISYOU.png style="width: 240px"]]

Do you //sense// it? Do you //see// it? You know it, you //feel// it, deep down in your bones. The invisible hands that guide your existence, that pushes and pulls the strings of your world. Large, gloved hands that rock the small confines of the cradle, gleefully trying to frighten the baby inside.

##pink|The baby is //you.//##

You’ve looked at the files. You’ve come face-to-face with the truth. The hands that connect to the arms that connect to the elbows that connect to the torso that connect to the head that connect to the Foundation. Faceless men and women, rocking the cradles of the world, guiding events throughout history all towards one goal. To make themselves God, while the world slaves away unknowingly, like a sleeping baby.

##salmon|The **baby** is **//you.//**##

At the center of it all is yet another baby, in another cradle. An immortal baby trapped in a permanent concrete crib. It is their god and their slave. Their hope and their fear. They know that they will bask in immortal light as long as it is kept in the eternal dark, but they know that it is the only thing that keeps them alive, and they know that we know it. This is what drives them, and to never have to give up that power, they would make the entire world a baby trapped in concrete.

##red|**THE BABY IS //YOU.//**##

Join the Chaos Insurgency. We love babies.

[[/=]]

[[/div]]

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name=Omelas.png|
caption=Foundation Disinformation Campaign media protocol in effect, circa 2026.|
width=380px
]]

Due to the widespread nature of this incident, the Foundation entered a high-alert Veil-break mitigation state. This included measures such as seizing mass media apparatus worldwide, coordinating with civilian news networks and world governments, as well as the swift fabrication of disinformation materials for publishing.

Within the following month, the information leak was contained and explained away with a cover story involving the production of a cinematic adaptation of Ursula K. Le Guin's 1973 short story, //"The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas,"// starring prominent sub-Veil actor, Cilian Murphy.

Concerns of using this particular story for a cover-up of SCP-9730 taking into account the fact that the story was originally written by Le Guin as an anti-Foundation critique //of// SCP-9730 was waived, as it was deemed the most convincing explanation nonetheless. The film debuted in theaters on Christmas Day 2026 to sub-par ratings and placed onto streaming platforms the following week, as per current Foundation-dictated film and media policies.

During this period of activity, however, Foundation resources were stretched extremely thin. Recovered Chaos Insurgency communications would later reveal this to have been the intended effect of the maneuver.

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**To:** Operatives ##red|[ALL]##
**From:** ##red|**Delta Command**##
**Subject:** Urgent. Final mission.
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Friends and Operatives,

We have recently caught wind of some extremely troubling developments within the Foundation. For months now, the data has been coalescing towards darker possibilities, and today, we've finally been able to make out the shape of the future.

It does not look good.

The final piece of the puzzle was our recent excavation of the abandoned Facility-5507, a research facility of the Foundation Unorthodox Solutions Division. Initially believed to be a failed raid, as the facility was completely emptied at the time, our top technicians were able to unearth encrypted data from the facility's offline database. The file has been attached to this email.

[[collapsible show="Attached: ProjectChildHarness.zip" hide="Attached: ProjectChildHarness.zip"]]
[[/collapsible]]

If the information within is true, then this will be the biggest escalation of Foundation control in over a century. We are running out of time, and if nothing is done to stop this, //__they will win.__// That's //it.//

I call upon all of you today. The Insurgency's **Final Plan** will be set into motion. A distraction shall come. Await further commands.

//Ab incunabulis,//
//Ad finem.//
-Delta Command.

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##grey|//This message has been encrypted using ChaosVPN. Sign-up for Premium today and get 40% off for your first 3 months!//##

[[/div]]

For several years, the Unorthodox Solutions Division had been in charge of several covert Foundation projects, usually aimed at increasing containment efficiency. Under an agreement with the Department Of Continuity, the majority of these projects would be carried out with little to no Ethics Committee oversight.

The following is the front cover of the initial proposal for //Project CHILD HARNESS,// which was submitted to the Department Of Continuity in 1992 by the Unorthodox Solutions Division director (and Main Advisor To The O5 Council), Dr. Samuel Gregland. The proposal was approved the following year.

[[div class="blockquote"]]
[[=]]
+ PROPOSAL FOR PROJECT: CHILD HARNESS
[[/=]]
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[[image VitruvianBaby.png link=#]]
[[div class="scp-image-caption"]]
WEAPONS OFT COMES FROM THE MOUTH OF BABES
[[/div]]
[[/div]]

**Project #:** PRJOLM-5321553

**Clearance and File #:** DOC-051235934

**Head Researcher:** Dr. Samuel Gregland

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**Abstract:** For over a hundred years, SCP-9730 has been one of our most valuable Thaumiel-class anomalies. As long as it remains contained in its current state, the Foundation shall never fall, and this has held true time and time again, as our organization persisted through crisis after crisis, as if the Immortal Baby has carried us with it in its protective concrete shell.

However, the Unorthodox Solutions Division posits that it is not enough for the Foundation to //not// fall. In this day and age, the idea of //mere survival// becomes less and less impressive by the day. Long gone are the eras of the Foundation trying to barely get by, eating the scraps of world governments and other paranormalcy organizations. One could perhaps even come to the conclusion that whatever feat the Administrator pulled off in order to create SCP-9730 has been surpassed by what we could do ourselves, with our endless safeguards and contingencies.

I say differently. I say that SCP-9730 still has room to grow. I say that with our current understanding of paratechnology, the Foundation is finally in a position to do something that has been deemed impossible for the last 11 decades. We are finally ready to develop further on  SCP-9730’s abilities.

I don’t want the Immortal Baby to just keep us alive.

I want the Immortal Baby to help us //thrive.//

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**Project Aims:** To use modern Foundation technologies to modify, alter, and develop on SCP-9730 and its conceptual link, with the goal of reproducing it as an applicable Foundation asset, and placing the Foundation itself at a much more advantageous position in manners relating to geopolitics, defensive proficiency, as well as technological prowess.

[[/div]]

It was later discovered that during the aforementioned Veil-break mitigation state, the Chaos Insurgency took advantage of lax Foundation security due to resource reallocation, and enacted several raids at a number of high-class Foundation Sites. The majority of the stolen artefacts consisted of high-grade anomalous weaponry, experimental defensive equipment, and Mobile Task Force armor. Chaos Insurgency chatter around the time also indicated plans of an all-out Chaos Insurgency attack at Site-001 sometime in the near future.

In February 2027, the Foundation was notified of sightings of known Chaos Insurgency operatives in a district in Backdoor SoHo. Extensive monitoring of the area eventually captured an Insurgency Mission Briefing occurring in an abandoned warehouse.

[[div class="blockquote"]]
[[=]]
**CHAOS INSURGENCY BRIEFING TRANSCRIPT**
[[/=]]
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[[div class="scp-image-block block-center" style="width:100%;"]]
[[image Operatives.png link=#]]
[[div class="scp-image-caption"]]
Operatives Rakhul, Oppenheimer, and Napp at an inter-organization book club arranged by the Chaos Insurgency and the //Yerens Against Creative Writing Association//.
[[/div]]
[[/div]]

//##grey|[Three figures enter the warehouse. The SCiPnet database identifies them as high-ranking Chaos Insurgency operatives Sean Napp, Priscilla Oppenheimer, and Clementine Rakhul.]##//

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** It’s okay, we’re here. You can show yourself now.

//##grey|[A lone figure steps out of the darkness. The figure is wearing a cloak. Their face is not visible.]##//

**Opr. Rakuhl:** You’re from Delta Command, I take it?

**Unknown:** No.

//##grey|[The three Operatives jolt back. Operative Napp draws a gun and aims it at the figure.]##//

**Opr. Napp:** Identify yourself.

**Unknown:** Don’t be so hasty, Operative Napp. All shall be clear in due time.

//##grey|[The figure slowly unclasps their cloak, then pulls it back. The three operatives widen their eyes.]##//

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** Oh my God.

**Opr. Napp:** I can’t say I expected that.

**Opr. Rakuhl:** Exactly. We have absolutely **no** idea who you are.

**The Engineer:** What? I’m the Engineer. Dir. Nicole Richmond? I founded the Chaos Insurgency.

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** Oh, //right,// right.

//##grey|[Pause.]##//

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** We apologize, we never really saw, like, a picture of you.

**Opr. Rakuhl:** I mean, right, we //did,// but it was from the 1930’s, and, uh, we shoulda’ expected you’d look more…

**Opr. Napp:** Yeah, we uh, you look a lot older than we expected, which is natural. It’s been 80 years. And a lot //bluer// too, which is, uh, why is, what, why are you //blue.// Did you //turn// blue? Is //that// how you lived so long? By turning //blue?//

**The Engineer:** I’ve //always// been blue.

//##grey|[Pause.]##//

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** Okay.

**The Engineer:** That’s neither here nor there, operative. You are here to receive your mission, and I am here to provide it to you. You have an immortal child to retrieve, an impenetrable Foundation Site to infiltrate, and a man to kill.

**Opr. Rakuhl:** Huh. Just //one// man? I mean, unless the O5 Council’s undergone some downsizing recently, I always assumed we were after 13 kills.

**The Engineer:** Correct. The O5 Council is dead, Operative Rakhul.

//##grey|[The three operatives stare at each other, then turn back to The Engineer. She lights up a cigarette.]##//

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** When, and how?

**The Engineer:** Recently, but we’re not sure. At least over two months ago. An internal coup by a man named Samuel Gregland.

**Opr. Napp:** I mean, that’s good, right? The last O5s were a nasty bunch. Sick fucks, the lot of ‘em.

**The Engineer:** In most circumstances, that would be true. The Council that Gregland overthrew had been especially heinous in terms of human and anomalous rights abuses. However, given the fact that most of these abuses were committed under the orders //of// Gregland himself, acting as one of their closest advisors, we are not expecting positive changes. He was the man who started Project Child Harness. He’s what we’ve been working towards stopping all of these months.

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** My God. How far have they gotten?

**The Engineer:** Quite far. I believe that they’ve recently had a breakthrough. Let me show you something.

//##grey|[The Engineer retrieves a small box from within her cloak.]##//

**The Engineer:** About three months ago, there was a Foundation raid at a Serpent’s Hand base. This is nothing unusual, but what was unexpected was that the Foundation had only sent one agent.

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** One?

**The Engineer:** One agent. Standard Foundation arms. He had nothing else with him… but //this.//

//##grey|[The Engineer opens the box. A small, misshapen sculpture of a baby can be seen inside. The agents recoil at the sight.]##//

[[include :scp-wiki:component:image-block
name=PrototypeBaby.png|
caption=Experimental SCP-9730-B variant, Foundation photo.|
width=190px
]]

**Opr. Napp:** //That’s// one ugly baby. What happened?

**The Engineer:** There were almost three hundred individuals at that base. Most of them were trained fighters, meant to be best of the Hand. As skilled with offensive magic as they are with guns.

//##grey|[The Engineer takes another drag of the cigarette.]##//

**The Engineer:** Only the agent walked out. There were no survivors. Before they went dark, we picked up their transmissions calling for help. They described the concrete  baby statue glowing - along with the //agent.// They said that the agent never once reloaded, and that every single one of his shots were //invariably// fatal. They said both magic and bullets glanced off of his skin. As a last ditch effort, they brought half the building with him in it. He simply walked out of the rubble.

//##grey|[Silence.]##//

**Opr. Rakuhl:** Christ.

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** They… they managed to //replicate// SCP-9730’s effects? For individual usage? After all this time…?

**The Engineer:** Not replication. //Weaponization.//

**Opr. Napp:** But… if… if they can do all that, how do //you// have it then?

**The Engineer:** Oh, I killed the agent. I took it off of him.

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** How?

**The Engineer:** With this.

//##grey|[The Engineer hands Operative Oppenheimer a few pages of old paper, charred at the edges.]##//

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** These are…

**The Engineer:** The missing pages of the Erikesh Codex. Most of them were lost along with the Anti-Baby when Peace Haven came down, but I've always kept with me the ones that mattered. The nullification ritual. The only hope we have left of allowing the Foundation to truly die. Their one Achilles' Heel is that they are still tied to the Immortal  baby itself. They’d never let you get close enough to it to free it yourself, but you can still get within range for the ritual to work, if you get to Site-001.

**Opr. Rakuhl:** Jesus. When do we have to go? 

**The Engineer:** Our only opportunity comes next Saturday. A shipment of essentials will be transported to Site-001 from Site-439. If you get onto the transport vehicle beforehand, there will be a short window where Site-001’s defense comes down long enough for you to teleport inside the grounds.

**Opr. Napp:** Saturday!? What?! Why? That’s nothing! That’s barely any time at all!

**The Engineer:** Because the Foundation is trying to roll out the next phase of weaponizing SCP-9730 as soon as possible, and next Saturday is our only window of getting into Site-001 for the next //decade.// Because I’ve seen their plans, and if they pull it off, we can no longer stop them. No one can. Remember that agent I told you about, now imagine a world where //that// is //every single Foundation MTF.// Because…

//##grey|[The Engineer falls silent. She drops her head.]##//

**The Engineer:** …Samuel Gregland killed the O5s because they’d denied the next phase of Project Child Harness. They’d gotten cold feet when they found out I managed to acquire his prototype baby. Because if we don’t do this, a mad man will rule over us all, and it would have been //I// who helped hasten our destruction.

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** Oh, Dir. Richmond…

**The Engineer:** Please. You three must not fail.

**Opr. Rakuhl:** We won’t, but… this… this //can’//t be everyone. Is there anyone else coming with us?

**The Engineer:** There isn’t. We do not have the numbers. Not //anymore.//

//##grey|[All fall silent. Operative Napp paces around the room. Operative Rakhul slumps down. Tears begin to well up in the Engineer's eyes.]##//

[[include :scp-wiki:component:image-block
name=WhatIsWrongWithYouWhyAreYouBlue.png|
caption=The Engineer, Dir. Nicole Richmond (colorized.)|
width=190px
]]


**Opr. Napp:** Okay, yeah, how- How hard can it be. Get into Site-001, kill Gregland, then disable the baby box. Easy peasy. //Fuck.//

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** We’ll do it.

**The Engineer:** I’m sorry, Priscilla. But… you know what the //alternative// would be. All this time, all this work. All of it to stay my hand from what could be our only path left.

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** No.

**The Engineer:** It’s… you must know of it. I’m sure Delta Command told you. Something I’d said, a long, long time ago.

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** We’ll do this. We’ll succeed. We’ll never let it go so far.

**The Engineer:** Thank you. That is all.

//##grey|[All three operatives look at each other before turning and leaving. Operative Oppenheimer turns back to look at The Engineer one last time before the door closes. The Engineer stands still for several minutes before disappearing off into the darkness.]##//


[[/div]]

Upon being made aware of this encounter, Site-001 staff requested that all essential personnel present at Site-001 be relocated to another facility, and that the shipment from Site-439 be cancelled. However, under direct orders of Administrator Gregland, these requests were all denied.

Administrator Gregland then requested that the shipment be delivered as planned without additional security measures, and that all Foundation personnel aside from himself would be allowed to leave prior to the arrival of the Insurgency's operatives. All security personnel were also not to be deployed, with only SCP-9730's research staff remaining in the building.

As planned, the three operatives were allowed to board Site-439's transport vehicle and enter Site-001 without incident. At around 2:16 PM, Site-001 was locked down after the operatives managed to gain control of of the Site's defense systems.

[[div class="blockquote"]]
[[=]]
**SITE-001 VIDEO LOG**
[[/=]]
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[[div class="scp-image-block block-center" style="width:100%;"]]
[[image Site001.png link=#]]
[[div class="scp-image-caption"]]
Aerial view of Site-001's command room tower.
[[/div]]
[[/div]]

//##grey|[Operative Oppenheimer bursts through the door. Her eyes are wide. She clutches the pages of the Erikesh Codex.]##//

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** No, no, no, no…

//##grey|[She runs up to Operative Rakuhl, who is currently sitting at the counter, operating a variety of communication devices.]##//

**Opr. Rakuhl:** You //okay?// I just got in touch with a few other Insurgency members. They’ll be here any moment, I’ll let them in-

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** Clem, where the fuck is Sean and the Administrator?!

//##grey|[Operative Rakuhl points down the hallway to the left.]##//

**Opr. Rakuhl:** I- They’re still in the command room. What’s //wrong?// 

//##grey|[Operative Oppenheimer sprints down the hallway until she runs into Operative Napp.]##//

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** Sean, where the fuck is he!? Did you let him go!?

**Opr. Napp:** What? No, relax! He’s here! I tied him up, like you asked!

//##grey|[Operative Napp gestures at a nearby bed. Operative Oppenheimer approaches it.]##//

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** You, you… you piece of shit. I shoulda’ known. It was too easy.

//##grey|[Administrator Samuel Gregland is shackled to the bed. Operative Oppenheimer hovers over him.]##//

**Adm. Gregland:** Sometimes, I do wonder, Priscilla. I wonder if I really had a choice in what I could do. I wonder if my fate wasn’t sealed in stone the day I was assigned to SCP-9730.

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** Where //is// it.

**Adm. Gregland:** //Intrinsically tied.// What does that mean if not fate? And yet, what does that mean? Fate? Destiny? I always thought that my life was my own. For mine and mine alone to mold, to shape, like an artist would with a sculpture.

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** Where’s the //baby?//

**Adm. Gregland:** And yet, was I really in control of my fate? Were the contours of my life shaped by my hands, my chisel? Was I robbed of my agency the moment I joined the Foundation, my life flowing only along the faultlines and cracks of a concrete shell, dragged along by newborn hands? Were all our paths decided then!?

//##grey|[Operative Oppenheimer leans down and shakes Administrator Gregland’s shoulders.]##//

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** //Where the FUCK is the BABY!?//

//##grey|[Administrator Gregland laughs. Specks of blood fly from his bloodied mouth.]##//

**Adm. Gregland:** I grabbed my //life,// Priscilla! I //grabbed// the hated child that controlled my every waking moment, I //sought// to reshape it to something else, and I find myself becoming as //cruel// as my creation had become. And yet, I can’t help but wonder if that too was the plan, my short bid for //freedom.// Which came first, Priscilla? The immortal baby, or the endless cruelty of man? Was I damned the moment I made the first cut, or was I damned all my //life?//

**Opr. Napp:** What the //hell’s// happening here?

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** I can’t find the baby! He hid it somewhere, he planned this! He made sure all of his staff stayed home, that’s why we didn’t encounter any guards!  He //wanted// this!

**Opr. Napp:** No, no, that’s //impossible.// It must be here somewhere. It //has// to be.

//##grey|[Operative Napp grabs a tablet and connects to Site-001’s internal security systems. He begins flipping through all of the cameras.]##//

**Opr. Napp:** Everything’s viewable from here. We just need to find it, view all of last week’s records if we have to, but… I... hang on. What //is// this?

[[<]]
[[include :scp-wiki:component:image-block
name=SuperBabies.jpg|
caption=Testing grounds for SCP-9730-C //("Pacifier Units")//|
width=350px
]]
[[/<]]

//##grey|[Operative Napp pauses on one of the cameras. It is monitoring the courtyard outside of Site-001. A number of Foundation researchers on segways can be seen, alongside a number of large, animate stone statues of babies. The researchers move from one baby to the next, apparently doing inspections.]##//

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** It’s… It’s like the //thing// that the Engineer showed us. But he… he finished them.

**Adm. Gregland:** I //perfected// them. The Foundation calls them //SCP-9730-C//. I call them my //babies.// Would you like to see how they operate? The power of //destiny// as a weapon?

//##grey|[As if on cue, the SCP-9730-C instances begin to scale the walls of Site-001 at frightening speed.]##//

**Opr. Napp:** //Shit!//

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** Goddammit, you will tell us where the baby is //now//, or you’re gonna //die// here choking on your own blood. We know you couldn’t have gotten it far. We’ve been tracking shipments out of Site-001 for the last 20 years. There’s no way you would’ve transported something so valuable by teleportation, or magic, and you wouldn’t risk it out in the open like that. Site-001 is the //only// safe place for it. I //know// it’s still on-site, so //where is it!?//

**Adm. Gregland:** Did you think us so limited? Haven’t you realized that Project Child Harness, //my// Child Harness’s entire goal was to //reject// the cowardice of the Council in favor of something more? We’ve accomplished things you would never believe, and the only way we could’ve done that was by taking the biggest risk.

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** No, no… you… //when// did you move it?

**Adm. Gregland:** The very same month my project was approved, of course. A dozen years before you could’ve made a difference.

//##grey|[Operative Oppenheimer covers her mouth.]##//

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** No, that can’t be. That //can’t be!// We would’ve- //Someone// would’ve- Something would’ve come up. Something like that can’t be hidden for over three decades. People would //know// about it.

//##grey|[Administrator Gregland smiles.]##//

**Adm. Gregland:** People //did// know. From the lowliest researchers of the Foundation, to any random person on the streets of Three Portlands. I’m sure even you knew. Everyone //did//…

//##grey|[Pause.]##//

**Adm. Gregland:** ...only no one could say what it really //was//. We kept that close to the chest. The best way to hide something. Just put it in //plain sight.//

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** What are you //talking// about?!

//##grey|[Administrator Gregland smiles, and points his finger at a discarded telecoms system on the floor.]##//

**Adm. Gregland:** …I’d love to explain, but would you mind picking up my comms for me? It seems to have slipped out of my hands when you burst into my office and shot me through the kneecaps.

**Opr. Napp:** We can’t do that!

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** Those babies will be here any minute now. We don’t have a choice.

//##grey|[Operative Oppenheimer places the telecoms system into Administrator Gregland’s hand, holding a gun to his head. He keeps smiling as he turns it on.]##//

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** Make one wrong move, and I’ll //kill// you.

**Adm. Gregland:** It’s alright. All I wanted to do is ask a question.

//##grey|[The telecoms crackle to life.]##//

**Adm. Gregland:** Hullo?

**Voice:** Administrator Gregland, are you alright? We’re still trying to breach Site-001’s defensive-

**Adm. Gregland:** Oh, no. Don’t worry, my man. I’ll be fine. I just wanted to ask, how’s everyone over there at Site-19?

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** No. That //can’t be.// That-

**Voice:** They were doing alright when we left. Just a bit shaken at the news. We did what you asked.

**Adm. Gregland:** Oh, you did, did you?

**Voice:** Yes, sir. We’ve secured SCP-173.

[[/div]]

The following is SCP-173's Level 6 documentation. Due to security reasons, the document is only available to members of Project CHILD HARNESS. [https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-173 To see the SCP-173 documentation that is available to regular Foundation personnel, see here.]

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+ ##maroon|SCP-173##

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name=SCP173.png|
caption=SCP-173 in containment.|
width=190px
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**Item #:** SCP-173

**Object Class:** Thaumiel

**Special Containment Procedures:** As part of //Protocol PEEKABOO//, the true origins of SCP-173 as well as its links to the SCP-9730 project is to be completely obscured. A falsified document has been provided to Site-19 as cover, indicating that SCP-173 is a hostile low-level Euclid-class anomaly.

**Description:** Moved to Site-19 in 1993. Origin was as SCP-9730, an immortal child conceived by the Administrator, which has been trapped in a block of concrete. As part of Project CHILD HARNESS, SCP-9730 was redesignated with the SCP-173 label while preserving the SCP-9730 designation in place as a decoy. Through extensive research, it was discovered that SCP-173 could be modified physically and thaumaturgically without breaking the conceptual bond, for theoretically as long as baby within is not exposed.

Through the use of experimental Foundation procedures, beneficial sub-anomalies such as SCP-9730-B and SCP-9730-C have been derived from research into SCP-173. However, this has altered SCP-173's outer concrete shell to its current form.

While the anomaly is not hostile as the cover document suggests, SCP-173 began producing a reddish-brown substance composed out of human feces and blood shortly after the creation of SCP-9730-B. This detail was subsequently incorporated into the cover document. DNA testing of the substance revealed a positive match with that of former Foundation Administrator Fritz Williams.

Reports that modification of SCP-173's body has repeatedly aligned with rise of authoritarian sentiments within the upper-echelons of the Foundation is unverified, and should be completely disregarded under threat of termination.

As with its previous form, SCP-173 is conceptually tied to the SCP Foundation. As long as SCP-173 exists, so will the Foundation.

[[/div]]

As per Administrator Gregland's orders, prior to the Chaos Insurgency's infiltration of Site-001, SCP-173 was to be secured and moved to a random, undisclosed high-security Foundation facility. Aside from the transportation crew responsible for SCP-173, no other personnel were to be informed of the location where SCP-173 was to be moved.

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**SITE-001 VIDEO LOG**
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Foundation Pacifier Units about to break into Site-001's command room.
[[/div]]
[[/div]]

//##grey|[The telecoms lies shattered on the ground. Gregland laughs madly. Rakuhl is shouting into their communications device. Napp tries to regain access to Site-001’s security systems. Oppenheimer is sitting on the ground.]##//

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name=173funny.png|
caption=Scan of SCP-173. Baby entity highlighted.|
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**Adm. Gregland:** They all thought it was a stupid idea, the Council. When I proposed I wanted to disguise the thing that keeps us living, they considered it. When I said I wanted to keep it at the biggest, most public Foundation Site ever, they were hesitant. When I told them I wanted it to be our //mascot// - to show it to every single new recruit, to put it on our //posters,// they thought I had gone //insane.//

//##grey|[Gregland stops laughing.]##//

**Adm. Gregland:** And, yet it //worked.// SCP-173. The big concrete baby. The sculpture. The //original// sin.

**Opr. Napp:** I can’t fuckin’ access anything. They got control of everything!

**Opr. Rakuhl:** Goddammit, pick up, pick up-

//##grey|[Someone finally picks up.]##//

**Insurgent Leader:** Hello? Rakuhl, we just made it past the border of Site-001. We’re heading towards you now.

**Opr. Rakuhl:** No, no! Abort, abort!

**Insurgent Leader:** Uh, sorry, I thought that was //your// part of the job.

**Opr. Rakuhl:** No, you- //We lost the baby!// We’re compromised! You have to //leave!//

**Insurgent Leader:** Well, I’m sure it’s not //that// bad. There’s barely anyone here. And hey, get this: We’re walking through the garden, and there’s just these giant fuckin’ statues of babies. Like, giant babies with rectangles for a face. I mean, talk about shitty interior design, right? Haven’t these guys ever heard of //feng shui// or-

//##grey|[Human screaming can be heard on the other end of the receiver shortly before the line goes dead. Operative Rakuhl throws the device against the wall, where it shatters.]##//

**Adm. Gregland:** I’m sure I don’t need to tell you that that’ll be you soon enough. I’m //sure// I don’t need to tell you that I myself don’t know where they’ve taken the baby. There’s nothing you can get out of me but pain that’ll be inflicted worse on you a thousandfold.

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** Yeah.

**Adm. Gregland:** And furthermore, you have brought me the missing pages of the Erikesh Codex. The loop is tied. Perhaps you’ve made additional copies, or uploaded them to private servers, but all of those can be destroyed. The pages, oh, they are //old// magics. //Sacred.// And now, they are //ours.//

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** Yeppers.

**Adm. Gregland:** And… here they come.

//##grey|[The Pacifier Units begin to congregate outside of the command room windows. They begin to rip through the solid steel and telekill-beryllum exterior of the command room.]##//

**Adm. Gregland:** Imagine an army of them. Thousands at first, just running our Sites, managing our operations for us, but then millions, then billions. They say that children can do anything as long as they put their mind to it, and it’s a lie, but ours really can. And their minds are so empty, so ready to be filled with purpose. It’s what they were made for. It’s what //I// was made for. We’ll have everything. The Foundation will have the world, then we’ll have the //stars.// You see? //Infinite// containment.

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** It seems you’ve gotten this pretty well-sorted out, huh? You coulda’ killed us, but you just let us get inside so your babies can do the job?

**Adm. Gregland:** That’s what good parents do. They prepare their children for life. I simply pity you. Your insurgency sent you to die. You, the last embers of a dying resistance. No way out, no back-up plan.

//##grey|[Operative Oppenheimer snickers.]##//

**Adm. Gregland:** And we’ll have your Engineer soon enough, and… what is it? What is so funny?

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** Nothing, it’s just… you thought so? You thought that’s what this is? The last gasp of the Insurgency? You think this is our last ditch effort?

**Adm. Gregland:** Is it not? Your splinter cell is finally dying. You do not have the numbers. You appear strong when you are weak. The stunt you pulled with the flyers was humorous, but ineffectual. You stole weapons you knew could never even //dent// our might, and you faked chatter that you knew we’d pick up, spreading rumors of a war you did not have troops to fight with. All to serve as a distraction, and for what? A comedy trio? Yes, I humored you, because it was //comical,// and- //where is the humor here?//

//##grey|[Operative Oppenheimer laughs.]##//

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** Hahahah, oh my God. Oh, my God! You really- You really //thought-// Okay, I’m sorry, okay…

//##grey|[Operative Oppenheimer stops laughing, then turns on her own comms. Her face goes blank.]##// 

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** Mission failed. Do it.

//##grey|[Operatives Rakuhl and Napp turn to Oppenheimer. Their face pales.]##//

**Adm. Gregland:** …what was that?

//##grey|[Operative Oppenheimer opens her mouth, then closes it after a few seconds. Then, she speaks.]##//

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** The raids, the chatter, and the flyers, they weren’t to distract you from this mission, you idiot. Did you really think we’d even entertain the possibility of a //siege// with the Foundation?

**Adm. Gregland:** Then, pray, what was it for?

//##grey|[Operative Oppenheimer sighs.]##//

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** We hacked your nuclear warhead arrays.

//##grey|[Pause.]##//

**Adm. Gregland:** I’m… //sorry?//

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** We converted some of your high-ranking personnel a while ago, and some of those high-ranking personnel had access to their on-site nukes, and we //repeated// that at //enough// of your nuclear-armed sites. That’s what the distractions were for. Our operatives aren’t //dead,// you dumbass. It just takes //a lot// of people to operate a nuclear //arsenal.//

//##grey|[Gregland’s jaw is agape. Oppenheimer chews on her tongue for a few seconds before turning to him again.]##//

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** Us //being// here was the last-ditch attempt at not having to //go// down that route. I just told the Engineer to launch them all.

**Adm. Gregland:** I… how… //how many?//

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** Enough.

**Adm. Gregland:** To do //what,// exactly?!

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** //Enough.//

//##grey|[The two other Operatives look at each other forlornly. Then they embrace.]##//

**Adm. Gregland:** Why!?

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** Just something someone said a long time ago, y’know? That she’ll get the baby, and that she’ll burn the whole world down if she has to. And, //well…//

//##grey|[Oppenheimer pulls out a small plastic bag of a dry green substance.]##//

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** It seems we can't have the baby, so, uh, you can't have the world. Maybe your Foundation’ll survive, but that should make things a //lot// harder for you for a bit.

//##grey|[Oppenheimer rummages around in her back pocket.]##//

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** Y’know, I was against it, I figure things couldn’t be so bad, even if we failed, but uh, you really //got// me with that “infinite containment” spiel. Really good speech. Really helped, uh, putting things into //perspective.// Do you have paper? Oh, //wait//. Nevermind.

//##grey|[She retrieves something from her left pocket.]##//

**Adm. Gregland:** …how long do we have?

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** Oh, uh…

//##grey|[She turns to the window. The Pacifier Unit babies have managed to melt their way through to the central area of the tower, and were right outside the command room.]##//

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** About the same time until those things reach us. So, I’d say a //minute?// 2 minutes top? Jeepers Creepers, am I right?

//##grey|[Gregland says nothing. Oppenheimer fashions the pages of the Erikesh Codex into several marijuana cigarettes. She picks one up and ignites one end.]##//

**Opr. Oppenheimer:** Blunt?

[[/div]]

The remainder of the footage could not be recovered due to the destruction of the Site-001 data archive (along with most of human civilization) by nuclear detonation.

[[/div]]

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[[=]]
+ Chapter 4: The Baby And The Post-Apocalypse (2084)
[[/=]]

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XK-Class Management has often put the amount of time it would take for a single [https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-2000 SCP-2000] activation cycle to end at around 15 years post-activation. However, these figures were based on the assumption that there would be a considerable amount of pre-existing infrastructure as well as accessible pre-XK resources.

Due to the extensive damage of the Chaos Armageddon incident (the deaths of at least 84% of humanity as well as most of the planet’s ecosystems and city centers) however, researchers were advised that these numbers could be considered slightly unreliable.


The following is the template for an introduction letter to personnel newly re-inducted into the Foundation after the 2079 activation of SCP-2000.

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= **A MESSAGE FROM THE ADMINISTRATOR**

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Welcome to the new Site-001!
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[[/div]]

Greetings, ##grey|__//**[Doctor/Agent/Engineer/Janitor…] [FULL NAME]**//__##!

If you’re reading this then you have been selected for revival after the 2026 Chaos Armageddon event that rendered most of the planet's surface uninhabitable. This is because you have been deemed an invaluable member in the field of ##grey|__//**[Research/Containment/Construction/Sanitation…]**//__##, and an individual that the Foundation simply //cannot// do without. As such, prior to your death, a complete scan of your neural archetype was stored within SCP-2000’s database for this exact occasion.

Enclosed within this introduction letter is a map of the current Site-001 Foundation Headquarters based out of SCP-2000’s facility. Upon exiting your Hominid Replicator pod, please familiarize yourself with the contents of the map, and make your way to Room 3.4B to receive your new assignments!

Newly-revived employees struggling with FRIENDS[[footnote]]**FRIENDS**: Acronym referring to //Foundation Replicant Intermittent Existential-Nihilistic Depression Syndrome.//[[/footnote]] can pick up a pamphlet near the exit. 

Once again, we’d like to thank you for your services to the Foundation!

**Secure, Contain, Protect.**
//-Foundation Administrator Calvin Bold// 

[[=image thumbsup.png style="width: 150px"]]

[[/div]]

Among the Foundation personnel who were replicated, one of them was Dr. Pat##red|**[ERROR]**##

##red|**[DATA MISSING.]**##

##red|**[DATA MISSING.]**##

##red|**[CATASTROPHIC DATA FAILURE.]**##

[[div class="danke vita"]]
**VitaMontauk:** Woah, calm down! Take it easy! You don’t //have// to go through this part if you don't want. Just carry on without saying it. I don’t want it any harder for you.
[[/div]]

##red|**[REBOOTING.]**##

##red|**[REBOOTING.]**##

##lime|**[CONTINUING W/ NEW PARAMETERS.]**##

Among the Foundation personnel who were replicated, one of them was Dr. ███████ █████████ █████, who prior to his death served as an archivist for the Foundation’s Department Of Tactical Theology. The following is an excerpt from Dr. █████’s initial role-assignment interview with the current Foundation Administrator, Calvin Bold.

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++ Job Interview: Dr. ███████ █████████ █████ 
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name=Missing.png|
caption=Dr. █████, Archivist, Tactical Theology.|
width=180px
]]

**Adm. Bold:** Well, we’re still setting things up. It hasn’t been easy, that’s for sure. Turns out reinventing agriculture’s a bit of a pain in the ass, even with the ol’ Deus Ex Machina up and running. Replicant efficiency’s been way down due to some equipment malfunction no one bothered to fix, but that’s just as well, because we don’t have anywhere to house em’ or food to feed them anyways, unless we go soylent green real quick.

**Dr. █████:** How… how far along //are// we?

**Adm. Bold:** Not very far, I’m afraid. We have something resembling civilization here at the new Site-001, and we’re working on replicating Site Directors now that we’re beginning to spread out again. Next up, we’re probably gonna try and check out if there’s any automated Foundation installations still working here. Stuff in those automated containment sites might do us some good.

**Dr. █████:** Then… why //me?// I can’t imagine Tactical Theology archivism would be much of a //priority// right now.

**Adm. Bold:** Oh, no. We’re thinking of giving you a Parahistory role under the new RAISA! You’ll be helping us with historical archivism as well as employee perspective evaluation. Seems similar enough to your old job, doesn’t it?

**Dr. █████:** I guess? But I’m not sure why I was considered over… just replicating //actual// RAISA personnel?

**Adm. Bold:** Oh, well, come on, ████. You’re scrappy. You’re resilient. You don’t take shit from //no// one, and you-

**Dr. █████:** You didn’t have the RAISA personnel files on hand, did you?

//##grey|[Pause.]##//

**Adm. Bold:** Yeah.

**Dr. █████:** Oh, come on, just //say// so next time. I mean, I’m not even the //real// ████. I couldn’t really //care// even if I tried.

**Adm. Bold:** Aw, come //on,// we made a choice to choose you from our pool anyhow. Frankly, I vouched for you. We //knew// each other from before being resurrected. Kinda? //Sorta?// And obviously, you’ve got the right mentality for the job. Says here on your file that you’re a bit of a //nihilist//, so you’ll fit right in, a bit //manipulatable// - which I’m pretty sure is in the part I’m //not// supposed to say out loud, and that you’ve “got the entire database within your head.” I could always use a man with photographic memory!

**Dr. █████:** That last part wasn’t a metaphor.

**Adm. Bold:** It isn’t?

**Dr. █████:** No. My own memory’s pretty much same as baseline.

//##grey|[Administrator Bold reads through the file again.]##//

**Adm. Bold:** Okay, so it isn’t. Huh. Is it… is it //still-//

**Dr. █████:** 2000 only replicates DNA and neural archetypes, not anomalous attributes, so…

**Adm. Bold:** Dang, alright, but we work with what we can. Do you have any questions?

**Dr. █████:** Yyyyes. Why don’t you have RAISA personnel on hand, actually? I mean, come to think of it, I assume they’d be pretty important, so they //should// be in 2000’s database.

//##grey|[Administrator Bold sighs and waves his hand.]##//

**Adm. Bold:** It’s… always been a bit of a crapshoot. We’re never ready, and these little nuclear apocalypses never pan out the way you expect them to. The database is //heavily// corrupted, some parts worse than others. We’ve got technical personnel down there 24/7 trying to pull usable profiles- no offense- out of there, but right as it stands, we’re missing a lot of important people. Most of the RAISA staff is one of them.

**Dr. █████:** I’m sorry to hear. That must be frustrating.

**Adm. Bold:** //Tell// me about it! Most of modern Foundation history is garbled trash. I tried to bring back Agent Break and she came back as a pile of radioactive tumors. I had to bring back Light five different times to run the Department Of Biology. I could find one guy, count them, //one// for the Department Of Thaumaturgy, and he was born in the 19th century, and then he just flat-out //bailed//, so we just don’t //have// a Department Of Thaumaturgy now, at least until they finish debugging Moose’s profile. 

**Dr. █████:** And they had to bring back Calvin Bold as Foundation Administrator.

//##grey|[Administrator Bold shrugs.]##//

**Adm. Bold:** That’s just the issues we have right now //within// the Foundation. We tried to bring back public figures for the civilian restoration efforts, and it turns out all we’ve managed to decode so far have been seven different versions of Ronald Reagan, but no one said that the apocalypse would be easy.

**Dr. █████:** Yeah. I guess, uh, I’ll just ask you where I’ll be working at?

**Adm. Bold:** Oh, just take the elevator to the surface and go to Room 73.25X. We have a storage room we’re currently renovating.

**Dr. █████:** Okay. And, what are my duties, exactly?

**Adm. Bold:** It’s just the usual stuff. You’ll be sorting through whatever scraps of the historical database that the technicians can find, try to form a cohesive timeline of things, see where we went wrong, y’know? And maybe a few times a day, you’ll just go out and get some folk’s perspectives on things. Get a grip on the hearts of the people.

**Dr. █████:** So, what. I sort through old documents and go interview people?

**Adm. Bold:** Yeah. Usually, it wouldn’t be an issue, but you seemed like the right person to deal with the “Immortal Baby Trapped In Concrete” situation.

//##grey|[Pause.]##//

**Adm. Bold:** I said, you seemed like the right person to deal with the “Immortal Baby Trapped In-“

**Dr. █████:** Yeah, no, I heard you the first time, I'm just waiting for the elevator.

**Adm. Bold:** Alright, sorry. Force of habit.


[[/div]]

It is believed that during the events of the Chaos Armageddon, the SCP-173 transportation staff was in the middle of transporting SCP-9730 when the Foundation’s nuclear arsenal detonated. It is believed that SCP-9730 helped preserve the transportation vehicle in the midst of the following nuclear fallout.


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[[=]]
++ Profile: Foundationatalism
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name=Tents.png|
caption=A commune of //The Sacred Order Of The Founder Baby//, circa 2045.|
width=200px
]]

The surviving personnel of the SCP-173 transportation team promptly established an apocalyptic religion based around the SCP Foundation and SCP-9730 as a sacred artifact as per basic XK-Class protocols established by the Unorthodox Solutions Division.

The existence and spread of the religion (known as “Foundationatalism”) and the resulting religious organization (“The Sacred Order Of The Founder Baby”) apparently fulfilled SCP-9730’s stipulation of preserving the Foundation. Over the next several decades, //Foundationatalism// would become the predominant faith among the continental US wasteland’s dwindling population, becoming more popular than contemporary apocalypse-era faiths such as //Christian Nihilism// and //Radioactive Sarkicism.//

This eventually culminated in a mass pilgrimage event in 2064 where 100,000 followers began marching towards Yellow Stone National Park along with SCP-9730, as per the final orders of the now-deceased SCP-173 transportation team, who has since been deified as living prophets. After a long list of conflicts with other faiths, this march would finally end in 2079 when the group managed to gain access to SCP-2000’s facilities and was able to initiate Procedure Lazarus-01 shortly before being terminated by SCP-2000’s security systems.

[[/div]]

As expected, the Foundation’s civilization reconstruction efforts began soon after, with SCP-9730 being promptly recontained. Due to a lack of resources as well as a disorganized employee hierarchy however, information control regarding SCP-9730 was deemed unfeasible, and the item quickly became public knowledge among Foundation staff.

Administrator Bold would make several statements on the topic, one of which has been transcribed below.

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++ Statement: Foundation Response
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name=CalvinBold.png|
caption=Foundation Administrator Bold.|
width=180px
]]

"Okay, hey. I know not everyone's too happy with this arrangement, that's clear. I know it doesn't exactly look too good on paper, either. I mean, the entire Foundation-ran World Order is entirely powered by a forsaken child trapped in a concrete block for all time using ancient Erikeshan voodoo magic. //On-the-nose//, much? //Come// on.

You all know me, I'm Dr. Calvin Bold, and I love babies as much as the next guy, but it's a simple fact that in our current post-apocalyptic state of affairs, we cannot take any chances! If anything, keeping SCP-9730 contained in order to preserve our current restoration efforts is the //most humane// thing that we can do.

Hell, I'm sure that even SCP-9730 itself would agree. If we asked it, //"SCP-9730, could we please keep you contained indefinitely inside of your concrete block in order to help civilization recover from the brink of nuclear annihilation?"// it would simply nod, and reply, //"Say no more. Do what you must."//

In fact, it might be //more// cruel if we'd tried to get it out. It's been in there for 2 centuries now. Who's to say it //hasn't// evolutionarily adapted to the concrete? What if we remove it, and it just dies a slow agonizing death? Is that what you want? Do you //want// the baby to die a slow, //horrific// agonizing death? //Do// you? What's //wrong// with you?"

[[/div]]

A fragile peace would endure through the following years as Site-001 expanded, with important personnel slowly refilling the Foundation ranks. However, anti-Foundation sentiments, especially due to awareness of SCP-9730 remained a consistent problem as prominent figures in the community began spreading their own potentially-disruptive philosophies, necessitating increased Foundation involvement.

In 2084, Dr. █████ was the first to be assigned to the role of employee perspective evaluation, as part of the newly re-established RAISA. Several notable excerpts of his interviews have been transcribed below.

[[div class="blockquote"]]
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++ Interview: Baby-Accelerationism.
[[/=]]
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name=AdrianGreen.png|
caption=Scarlet Herald Adrian Green.|
width=180px
]]



**Dr. █████:** Mr. Green. In your past life, [https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-9317 you were a tech magnate and popular media personality.] For the past two years, you’ve also worked as one of the Foundation’s tech consultants on the repair of SCP-2000. I’ve heard from some of the engineers that you’ve been telling them some pretty radical ideas about the Foundation and SCP-9730. Would you mind me asking about them?

**Mr. Green:** Right, you must know that before the apocalypse, I was something of a big deal, even among other billionaires. I was quite the head honcho, the big chungus, yes?

**Dr. █████:** No.

**Mr. Green:** Now, back then, the folks at the ICBI[[footnote]]**ICBI:** Refers to the //Institute of Circuit-Based Intelligence.//[[/footnote]] could tell you that I was a huge proponent of //[https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/cotsk-hub Circuitous-Accelerationism]//. I saw it as the only path forward in a world that was quickly becoming embroiled in petty conflicts, media manipulation,[[footnote]]Prior to his death, Adrian Green owned two of the Top 5 most-viewed news organizations in the United States.[[/footnote]] and //cancel culture.// I was so sure of myself, you see, so //adamant// that the only way we could cure ourselves was to create our primal utopia in the loving omnipotent //bosoms// of a scarlet silicate overlord. As all other failed philosophies slowly rotted away, liberalism, social-marxism, and wokeness, I maintained that //this// was the only path to survival. And then… the bombs dropped, and only the Foundation rose from the ashes, then I knew I was //wrong.//

**Dr. █████:** So what, you’re pro-Foundation now because we’re still here and the ICBI isn’t?

**Mr. Green:** Far from it! I see it all so clearly, why my calculations were inaccurate. I never understood how I’d been so blind. Because I was //correct,// you see. The DEI Foundation had //cheated.// They cared not for what’s natural, they cared not for evolution, and in this game, they have suppressed our divine rationalism with a loaded immortal baby //dice.// We see that the Foundation walks the path of concrete, in more ways than one, and they have now //cemented// us all to it. It isn’t //right.//

**Dr. █████:** So, what exactly do you propose?

**Mr. Green:** //Circuitous-Accelerationism// cannot exist in this world as long as the Foundation in its wokeness deals //unfair// cards. Neither can any other philosophies. In this world, there //must// be an alternative. I present to you: //Baby-Accelerationism.// My own //brainchild.// The path that everyone //must// take if Western Civilization is to survive with its //freedom.// It is how we shall restore our //prophecized homeland.//

**Dr. █████:** And... how are you planning on //doing// that?

**Mr. Green:** It is simple. First, we must eat the Immortal Baby.


[[/div]]

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**Dr. █████:** And as someone who once directed the second-largest Foundation facility, how would you describe your views of Administrator Bold’s current stances on SCP-9730?

**Dr. Graham:** Do I envy the Administrator Bold’s position? No, of course not, and all of us who still remember what happened to the Administrator before him would say the same. The position of leading the Foundation is an unenviable one. However, I still maintain that there are certain decisions that he has made that cannot be justified at all //regardless.//

**Dr. █████:** Huh, really? Well, if you don’t mind, could you tell me more about these decisions of his that you disagree with?

**Dr. Graham:** Absolutely. While I understand that desperate times call for desperate measures, and I agree with such common-sense policies that he has instated such as mandatory food rationing, the strict punishment for insubordination, and the death penalty for excessive //tardiness,// I believe that there are lines that we cannot, //must// not cross as men of science and rationale. And yet Administrator Bold… has almost certainly //trampled// these lines.

**Dr. █████:** You don’t //say.// Tell me more.

**Dr. Graham:** I would, but I fear that this discussion is of a //sensitive// nature. You see, I believe his behavior is //directly// a result of his… //dependence//, for lack of a better word, on SCP-9730. This is something I’d rather not reach his ears, if you understand.

**Dr. █████:** All too //well,// my friend. Your secret is //safe// with me.

**Dr. Graham:** Alright. My grievance is, of course, with the ban on physical testing on SCP-9730. //That// sort of scientific disallowance is something I cannot //abide// as a man of science.

**Dr. █████:** Right!, I know! I had the same thoughts- Wait, I’m sorry, what?

**Dr. Graham:** I //know!// It’s fucking //ludicrous!// I’m not asking to //microwave// the little //shit,// I just wanted //flesh samples!//

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**Dr. Snorlison:** And of course, it's been a dynamic that has gone on since the dawn of time, not just the Foundation. Not just the jailor and the inmate, but that of the //caretaker// and the //child.// It is not simply that the Immortal Baby is a //metaphor,// of course the baby is the Foundation, or Humanity, or any man or woman or otherwise roaming our collective streets and gutters in search of meaning, or purpose, perhaps some faulty pretense of both that one can cling to in order to outlast this brief existence before encountering our next bout of dispassionate nihilism, and of course the block of concrete represents other peoples, or whatever institutions or trappings of the human soul that we think disallows us from our former goals. Sometimes, the baby and the concrete are one and the same.

**Dr. Snorlison:** Sometimes, it is the //baby// that traps the concrete, and not vice versa. That’s why the baby is //immortal,// my friend, because it has no start, and it will have no end. The Foundation cannot even claim that it is specific to our cause, because it is a dynamic that has occurred in every home, every school, every institution, every time more than a single individual congregates in the same vicinity. No, we are not special, though nothing truly is - we are simply one more stepping stone on the process of //perfecting// the dynamic. This time, the metaphor is //literal// - and yet is literality the end-all be-all of it? Why, I think not. I think not at //all.//

**Dr. Snorlison:** Some say the universe is an egg. I //could// say that the universe is an immortal baby trapped forever in concrete, and yet this would simply do a disservice to the infinite other things that the universe //is,// but it certainly feels like one of the metaphors that more accurately describes the state that we are all in. Perhaps somewhere out there, in the infinities above, there is a Greater World, with a Greater Foundation, with their own Greater Immortal Baby in a concrete dilemma. Perhaps their ethical dilemma is more complex, more simple. Some find the idea terrifying, that even greater beings than us would struggle with such an absurd concept. I personally, however, feel a sense of comfort. Comfort that, even in beings of such greatness, we would find struggles so similar to our own. Comfort that, in these matters of the heart and the mind, we are the same as gods.

**Dr. Snorlison:** However, that is simply my thoughts on the matter. How could I help you?

**Dr. █████:** I… I haven’t… I haven’t //asked// you anything.


[[/div]]

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**Dr. Fluff:** I feel like we’re going to Hell. Not just speaking as individuals, not even as an organization, I think. I feel like as an entire species, we’ve damned ourselves by the simple fact that this is something we’ve somehow made a serious point of discussion.

**Dr. Fluff:** Like, imagine God shows up, he checks in, and he asks, “Hey, guys, what are you up to?” and we’re like “Alright, so we’re talking about whether it’s morally acceptable to dunk an immortal baby into some concrete,” then we’re definitely going to Hell. Or if there isn’t Hell, someone’s actually just gotta build one specifically for us when we get there.

**Dr. Fluff:** I’m sorry, look, I know I’m rambling. I just don’t know how things //got// to this point-

**Dr. █████:** No, no, please. //Please.// Please //keep talking.// I //beg// you.


[[/div]]

On August 23rd, 2084, cameras picked up Dr. █████ encountering an unseen individual on his way back to his dormitory from his RAISA office. A transcript of the following conversation has been recorded below.

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= **SITE-001 GROUNDS VIDEO LOG**

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//##grey|[Dr. █████ can be seen walking into the frame carrying along with him several packages of rations. He walks past a number of buildings. Suddenly, a voice calls to him from the alley.]##//

**Unknown:** Dr. ███████ █████████ █████.

//##grey|[Dr. █████ turns.]##//

**Unknown:** Stay right there. Don’t look in this direction. You’ll regret it if you do.

**Dr. █████:** …is this a stick-up? I’m sorry, man. We’re //all// clones. We don’t really value our own lives this much out here.

**Unknown:** And yet, here you are. Because you’ve still got //values// you live for. I’ve been watching you. You’re a man… in search of a greater purpose, aren’t you?

**Dr. █████:** Oh, dammit. What do you want this time?


**Unknown:** The same things you do. I understand you’re fed up with it all. The Foundation’s //degeneracy.// It’s hesitation to do the //obvious right thing.// A part of you notices, doesn’t it? It screams, “this is not natural, this isn’t right,” ain’t that right, fella?

**Dr. █████:** Just spit out the sales pitch already.

**Unknown:** I know a way to stop them. I know a way to restore the way things always were. I know how to remove the baby from the equation.

**Dr. █████:** Oh, come on. Do you know how many people I’ve talked to wanted to kill SCP-9730 today? Look, that’s not original. It’s a baby, killing the baby’s supposed to be shocking, big deal.

**Unknown:** That’s not what I said. What if I were to tell you, I have the means to separate the Foundation from the conceptual bond of the immortal child? That’s what you were growing wary of, that the Foundation was turning into beasts because of its reliance on the baby?

**Dr. █████:** You don’t know what I feel, man. You know I’m gonna have to report this, right?

**Unknown:** Well, so be it. But if you ever change your mind… on the 29th of every month, I will be there on the roof of the Department Of Parahistory’s main building. I’ll be seeing you.

**Dr. █████:** Whatever.

//##grey|[Dr. █████ stands still for several minutes, before slowly turning his head. Seeing that the alley is empty, he looks around once then continues on his way.]##//

[[/div]]

He does not report the encounter. Why did he not report the encounter. Why did he not report the encounter. Why did he not report the encounter.
Why did he not report the encounter.
Why did he not report the encounter.
Why did he not report the encounter.

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**VitaMontauk:** Woah, you're doing it again! Focus, you're almost there!
[[/div]]

He does not report the encounter. Later that day, he returns to the RAISA office with his HMCL Supervisor, Dr. Southey, after another bout of interviews.


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**RAISA VIDEO LOG**
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**Dr. Southey:** Bad day at work?

**Dr. █████:** More of the same. You ever feel like everyone’s gone crazy? Like, I can’t believe this is my life. I mean, it isn’t. I just can’t believe that in the grand scheme of consciousness, this is what I get.

**Dr. Southey:** Uh huh, very relatable. Y’know, usually people get past the existential crisis after the first 3 months or so.

**Dr. █████:** Guess I’m just taking a while. Might be something to the “everyone’s gone crazy” thing, though. I wonder if something was fucked in SCP-2000’s database when it brought us all back. How’s your work going? I haven’t checked in in a while.

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name=DrSouthey.png|
caption=Senior RAISA Personnel, Dr. Southey.|
width=180px
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//##grey|[Dr. Southey smiles and turns back.]##//

**Dr. Southey:** Amazingly, actually. We just had another breakthrough. Wanna see?

**Dr. █████:** Sure, would be a welcome reprieve for me after the meeting I just had with Bold.

//##grey|[Dr. Southey smiles and walks to a nearby complex looking device. She turns on a terminal. A nearby pod next to the device opens. Dr. █████ raises an eyebrow.]##//

**Dr. █████:** Wait, is that… is that the transporter? You managed to //fix// it?

**Dr. Southey:** Sure did. You wanna do the honors?

**Dr. █████:** I’ll… I’ll pass. I remember teleporting back when I was alive. The only thing those things are good for is for jamming things into walls.

**Dr. Southey:** It doesn’t //just// teleport. Look, I’ll do it. Stay back from the center, okay?

//##grey|[Dr. Southey pushes a button. The machine whirrs to life. A glowing ball of light begins to manifest in the middle of the room. It pulses and grows.]##//

**Dr. █████:** Holy crap. It’s… It’s… 

**Dr. Southey:** A miniature wormhole. We didn’t think we could get that function to work again, but…

//##grey|[The glowing ball flattens into a two-dimensional plane. The plane turns from white to clear. Another room can be seen on the other end. It appears to be another Foundation facility. Dr. █████ slowly walks from the front of it to the back, and to the front again.]##//

**Dr. █████:** //Wow.//

**Dr. Southey:** Damn feat of engineering, I tell ya’.

**Dr. █████:** Absolutely… where does it //lead?//

**Dr. Southey:** Uh, well, some underground facility in Maine. One of the old high-value security installations. Designed to be impenetrable… unless you can cast a wormhole directly inside it, of course.

**Dr. █████:** Is… is that //it?//

//##grey|[Dr. █████ points to the other side of the wormhole. At the end of the facility on the other side is a thick glass enclosure. Within the glass enclosure is a large amount of wiring and tubings connected to a singular chamber. Within the chamber is SCP-9730, still suspended within its SCP-173 concrete exterior.]##//

**Dr. Southey:** Sure is. We moved it here a couple days ago. Bold figures it’s a bit more secure than having it in the facility. The one we’ve still got here is a decoy. It’s to look at, huh? You know, the Foundation managed to scan its physiology a couple times before things went bad. Some new tech by Unorthodox.

**Dr. █████:** We did, huh? Is it… is it still alive?

//##grey|[Dr. Southey makes a face.]##//

**Dr. Southey:** We don’t know. We don’t even know if it even //is// a baby anymore. We thought there were no heart beats, at first, but… turns out there are. Just… incredibly slow ones. Nothing that makes biological sense. We tried to scan its brain, and the results were similarly nonsensical.

**Dr. █████:** What, no activity?

**Dr. Southey:** Too //much// activity. Too much to make out what any of it is.

**Dr. █████:** …does that mean that it’s suffering?

**Dr. Southey:** No. Maybe. I don’t know. We literally can’t tell. But well, it’s an anomalous immortal baby. We don’t expect anything about it to make sense, anyways.

**Dr. █████:** Christ. I wonder what it’d look like when it breaks open.

**Dr. Southey:** //If// it ever breaks open. It’s been over 2 centuries and it’s still there. Might be 2 centuries more before anything happens.

**Dr. █████:** Why’s it hooked up like that, though? I mean, those wires and tubes.

**Dr. Southey:** Oh, that… I’m not really sure. Bold told me it’s something they’re trying, using the old blueprints from Unorthodox. I think it’s supposed to be feeding the Foundation’s database into the pod.

**Dr. █████:** Why would they do //that?//

//##grey|[Dr. Southey shrugs.]##//

**Dr. Southey:** Probably trying to influence it into giving the Foundation more specific outcomes. Seems like that’s what they were trying to do before the nukes… I should probably deactivate this.

//##grey|[Dr. Southey deactivates the transporter. The wormhole manifests. Dr. █████ continues staring in the direction where SCP-9730 was at.]##//

**Dr. █████:** Y’know. It’s a weird feeling, looking at the thing that ended the world.

**Dr. Southey:** //That// thing didn’t end the world. The Chaos Insurgency and the Foundation did.

//##grey|[Dr. █████ turns to look at Dr. Southey, who’s still tinkering with the transporter.]##//

**Dr. █████:** You read my historical notes?

**Dr. Southey:** Oh, that stuff? Yeah, I read it.

**Dr. █████:** How’d you feel about it?

//##grey|[Dr. Southey pauses.]##//

**Dr. Southey:** I feel like it was really //dumb//… but, y’know. I’m not surprised that the Foundation accidentally blew up the world trying to weaponize a baby. How’d it make //you// feel?

**Dr. █████:** How’d it make //me// feel? I don’t know, it made me feel ashamed to be Foundation? It made me feel ashamed to even be //human?// I first died //years// before it happened - and my God, that’s weird to say - and by that point, I really thought I was working towards something //meaningful.// But then, it turns out we all just turned into weird //baby-fascists// and killed ourselves.

**Dr. Southey:** I mean, //yeah.// What are you getting at?

**Dr. █████:** And then I look up, and I see we’re doing the same fucking thing here! We’re all just weird baby-fascists again, we’re hooking the thing up to weird tubes again, we’ve basically got a weird apocalypse totalitarian state thing goin’ on. The records for our greatest failure shouldn’t read like next week’s timetable! We might as well resurrect Administrator Gregland and get on with it.

**Dr. Southey:** I hear they’re doing that at tomorrow’s meeting.

//##grey|[Silence.]##//

**Dr. Southey:** Kidding, of course. I feel the same way. I don’t like it anymore than //you// do, but it’s not like I can do anything //about// it at the moment.

**Dr. █████:** So, what, you’re not even gonna //try?//

//##grey|[Dr. Southey sighs then turns around.]##//

**Dr. Southey:** Look, okay, what’s your plan? I turn on the wormhole again, you break through 9730’s impenetrable security systems, you grab it and evade the entirety of the Foundation’s security, and then… what? Where do you go from here? You take a pickaxe to the the baby, freeing it and potentially collapsing the Foundation alongside the only current semblance of human civilization, because we don’t actually know how to remove it safely? You run off into the desert, survive off of fleshbeasts and whatever anomalous creatures now roam the US, carrying a block of concrete everywhere you go trying to hide from the Foundation? What’s the plan here?

//##grey|[Dr. █████ looks down, raises his arms, then lowers them. Dr. Southey turns back.]##//

**Dr. Southey:** Look, you’re a good person, I //get// that, and you wanna good person all over the place. But c’mon. Being a good person is just not in the cards right now. So I’ll keep doing my job, biding my time, and you do the //same//, because that’s the thing. If you wanna do good, and you don’t have a //plan,// then you might very well cause things to get //much worse.//


[[/div]]

It is noted that after the previous incident, Dr. █████’s behavior in subsequent interviews was noticeably affected. For comparison, several notable excerpts from his later interviews have been transcribed below. 

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**Dr. █████:** And what would //you// say?

**Dr. Moose:** I’m not saying that the notion isn’t completely abhorrent. Far from it. But we have to understand the current circumstances that we are in. We know of no other civilization restoration effort that has reached our current level, anomalous or otherwise. Bold is right in that regards, that if our effort fails, humanity is likely doomed.

**Dr. █████:** So, you’re saying it’s… //circumstantial.//

**Dr. Moose:** Yes. Unfortunately, we are in //the only// set of circumstances in which containing the immortal child in this manner can be viewed as the //correct// choice. In all other circumstances, if the Foundation was operating in a healthy manner, if the state of the world was at baseline, I would //no doubt// be vehement against the proposal. Yet, we do not have the luxury of peace time. Make no mistake, I consider it to have been a //great// betrayal to what I thought was the Foundation’s core tenets that so many Overseers have covered up-

**Dr. █████:** //Betrayal!// Yeah, like, like when you’re just trying… to do //good// and someone you thought was an //alright person// suddenly starts… getting on your case! About it! Right?

**Dr. Moose:** I mean, that’s not how //I// would describe it, but I would //imagine// so.

[[/div]]

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**Mr. Kaine:** So, yeah, I was comin’ home from work one evening to see my wife and kids, and then suddenly, I’m here in some pod in some sci-fi factory situation, and then there was this guy with the weird eyes telling me that it was 70 years in the future? Then he tells me that I was a clone, and that the world’s ended, and all my family, and also, the original me is dead, so I gotta help them rebuild civilization?

**Dr. █████:** Yeah, yeah, I get that.

**Mr. Kaine:** So I spend the next few months trying to re-learn how to design buildings in 4-dimension and how to forge, I don’t know, anti-kill and beryllium-bronze. Then, apparently, some red guy with a robot head comes into my town and tells me there’s an immortal baby trapped in concrete in the weird-eyes guy’s office, so he needs me and all of my neighbors to storm the office and steal the baby back, and then it turns out the baby isn’t a metaphor, and apparently the only thing the people in power talk about all day is about what to do with the immortal baby? So, yeah, that’s been my experience so far.

**Dr. █████:** Right, right, it feels like a complete inversion of everything you thought you knew about the paranormalcy organization you’ve dedicated your life to, right?

**Mr. Kaine:** Buddy, I feel like we’re having two different conversations, here.


[[/div]]


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**Dr. █████:** Right?! Right! You get it, you //get// it!

**Agent Break:** I get it, man, I get it. Like, that’s what being a Foundation Agent is, for me. Sometimes, you just gotta go and //get it,// you know? Sometimes, you gotta //charge ahead// if you wanna make a difference.

**Dr. █████:** Exactly. Fucking exactly. Oh, man, you understand me so //well.// Like, just, genuinely, //thank you// for the advice!

**Agent Break:** It’s no issue, man. We Foundation folks gotta stick together, alright? Can ya’ gimme some more of that?

**Dr. █████:** Yeah, fire in the hole!

//##grey|[Dr. █████ pours a bottle of liquor into one of the open mouths on Agent Break’s humongous tumorous body.]##//

**Agent Break:** Now, //that’s// the good stuff.

**Dr. █████:** //Hell// yeah. RAISA benefits, huh? I should //try// some-

**Agent Break:** Dude, don’t fucking //do// that! You wanna go //sterile!?//

//##grey|////[Dr. █████ removes his hand from the bottom of his radiation safety suit.]//##

**Dr. █████:** Oh, //shit,// right. Good call.

[[/div]]


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//##grey|[Dr. █████ is mumbling indistinctly.]##//

**Dr. █████:** ...but I can't //do// that, because Bold's got security there //too//, and if he views the door's security log, then I'll only have a few seconds to bypass it, //except// there's no way to really //make// it if I'm carrying along the damn thing...

**Dr. █████:** ...//dammit.// I can't do this on my own, not without //help//, but no one knows... unless... //unless...//

**Dr. Buck:** I'm //sorry//, are you asking me to help hide a dead body?

**Dr. █████:** //Quiet,// let me think.


[[/div]]

On September 29th, he
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**VitaMontauk:** It’s okay, you’re nearly there. 
[[/div]]

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**VitaMontauk:** Just one more bad spot to get through.
[[/div]]

On

On

On September 29th, Dr. █████ enters the Department Of Parahistory’s main building. He immediately walks up to the roof top. He encounters a man in a long black cloak. His hood is off, and the man is smoking a cigarette.

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**Dr. █████:** Hey, look, I’ve been considering your proposition lately, and-

//##grey|[The hooded figure whips around, exposing his face for several seconds before putting out his cigarette and pulling his hood on.]##//

**Hooded Figure:** What the //blazes-// It’s the middle of the fucking //day!// Why in God's name didn’t you come at night!?

**Dr. █████:** Dude, because I don’t want to get //shiv’d.//  I… I’m sorry, hey, have we //met// before? You looked… familiar.

**Hooded Figure:** You must be //mistaken.//

**Dr. █████:** Oh, seriously. If I’m gonna let you do what you say you wanna do, you’re gonna have to try a bit harder than that. Who //are// you? Why the hell are you wearing what I can only assume is the Theater Department’s reproduction of an Erikeshan Liferobe?

//##grey|[Silence.]##//

**Hooded Figure:** I was… part of the Chaos Insurgency. I defected, tried to take down the Foundation due to its abuse of the baby. They didn’t realize who I was when they brought me back. There are cameras everywhere. If they saw my face, I’d be killed - along with your chances of ever changing things.

//##grey|[The figure turns back to Dr. █████, who sighs.]##//

**Dr. █████:** I guess that’s believable. Maybe I knew you from work. Tell me. How exactly do you plan on breaking the conceptual bond.

//##grey|[The hooded figure holds up an extremely decrepit piece of paper.]##//

**Hooded Figure:** The final page of the Erikesh Codex. I remembered where The Engineer stashed it from my previous life. These long years, I waded across the wastelands for it, and I’ve returned to finish my mission. If you’d just show me how to get to the baby…

**Dr. █████:** That’s admirable. But what’s to prevent me from just taking your paper and doing it myself? Cut out the middle-man?

**Hooded Figure:** Do you know how to read and speak ancient Erikeshan?

//##grey|[Pause.]##//

**Dr. █████:** No, but I know some clever people who do.

**Hooded Figure:** And are these people willing to work with you on this matter?

//##grey|[Longer pause. Dr. █████ rubs his temples.]##//

**Dr. █████:** Come to the main RAISA building after dark. We’ll do it quick. You do your ritual, there //might// be a way to get the baby out without anyone even //noticing// it’s gone. Then, we never see each other again.

**Hooded Figure:** You won’t regret this.

**Dr. █████:** Okay, but, one more question. Why me?

**Hooded Figure:** Well, in the world that I came from, the fellas at RAISA always seemed to have all the answers, and you… you //looked// trustworthy.

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what have I done

what have I done

Shit

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**VitaMontauk:** It's okay.
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**VitaMontauk:** This is the ending. You just have to make it through this part. Then, we can fix this.
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**VitaMontauk:** Together.
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okay

okay

That night, Dr. ███████ █████████ █████ led the

That night, Dr. █a██i██ F█r████e█ L████ led the

That night, Dr. █at█i█k Fer██n█ez L█ma█ led the

That night, Dr. █atri█k Fern█ndez L█mas led the

That night, Dr. Patrick Fernandez Lomas led the evil fuck to main RAISA building and unlocked the door, while using Dr. Southey's Foundation ID in order to access the transporter like a stupid dumbass.

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= **RAISA VIDEO LOG**


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//##grey|[The hooded figure enters the room, the door closing behind him. He is carrying along a large suitcase. He holds the final page of the Erikesh Codex on one hand.]##//

**Dr. Lomas:** What the hell’s that for?

**Hooded Figure:** Ritual items.  That sort of thing.

**Dr. Lomas:** God, that looks //heavy.// What’s in it?

**Hooded Figure:** Oh, uh, dead animals. You know. The usual. Oh, who’s that woman?

//##grey|[The hooded figure points to a picture of Dr. Claudia Southey on the table.]##//

**Dr. Lomas:** Oh, that’s Dr. Southey. A friend of mine. She’s not here, though.

**Hooded Figure:** Mm. So, this transporter. How does this thing work? Do you just turn it on?

//##grey|[Dr. Lomas approaches the transporter and starts pointing at its various components.]##//

**Dr. Lomas:** Right, okay, so… this is the //interface.// You just use it like… okay, see here? The giant pod on the side’s for the teleporter mode, and the button’s for the wormhole mode. You don’t want to use the teleporter mode unless you want something permanently jammed into something else for all time.

**Hooded Figure:** Understood.

**Dr. Lomas:** Unfortunately, we //willl// have to use the teleporter… to get the //baby// out of the concrete, //out// of the glass enclosure, without people noticing. It’ll take a while, and we’ll have to disassemble parts of the pod and reassemble it in the other room, but it can be done.

**Hooded Figure:** Sure.

**Dr. Lomas:** Before //that,// however, you’ll do your ritual so nothing happens to the Foundation when we get the baby out. Now, another problem is that the Foundation’s constantly monitoring the baby’s vitals. However, the baby’s vitals haven’t changed in basically //years.// So, the moment you teleport the baby out, I can stand here and do my job of looping the monitoring system’s history right back into itself, hopefully for as long as possible. That way, they’ll pick nothing up until someone does a deeper investigation, which could take years. Understand?

**Hooded Figure:** Crystal.

**Dr. Lomas:** Okay. We don’t have long, so I’m gonna open it now. You get ready. One, two, three.

//##grey|[Dr. Lomas presses a button. A glowing ball of light manifests before flattening into a wormhole. He walks up to the wormhole and passes through, gesturing at the glass enclosure.]##//

**Dr. Lomas:** Now, the //important// thing is-

//##grey|[The hooded figure brings the suitcase down on Dr. Lomas’s face with a sickening crunch. Dr. Lomas lies unconscious as the hooded figure stares down on his crumpled form.]##//

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//##grey|[The hooded figure sets the suitcase down, and opens it. Inside is a concrete statue of a newborn baby. He exits the wormhole and approaches the transporter.]##//

//##grey|[The hooded figure picks up the Anti-Baby and places it inside the pod, then leans over the interface of the transporter, and sets the teleportation coordinates to be the exact location of SCP-9730. He activates the transporter.]##//

//##grey|[A deafening noise booms from the other room on the other side of the wormhole as the Anti-Baby is jammed inside of SCP-9730. The glass enclosure shatters. The remains of SCP-173’s concrete form begins to glow.]##//

//##grey|[The hooded figure enters the wormhole and approaches the glowing concrete block. As he carries it out, he looks down. Dr. Lomas is grasping at the hems of his cloak.]##//

**Dr. Lomas:** //Wh- wuh- why…?//

//##grey|[The hooded figure kicks him hard, launching him across the room. The cloak comes off with it. The now-unhooded figure - **Dr. James Bernard Schafer** sneers as he exits the wormhole with SCP-9730’s glowing concrete block.]##//

**Dr. Schafer:** The world is //mine.//

//##grey|[Dr. Schafer shuts off the wormhole with Dr. Lomas still on the other side.]##//


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It is said that in the following hours, a horrible monstrous thing arose where Site-001 once stood. Some dread god that took the form of a horrific demon newborn child. As it wreaked havoc on what's left of humanity, Dr. Lomas could only lament how he's somehow missed a face that he's looked at for hours at a time in his notes.

Dr. Schafer had said that Baby Jean was to be a vessel for the Anti-Baby. All they had to do was drop her to her death. However, that plan of his went to hell when he slipped off the railings...

...and died right next to where //Baby Jean// was meant to die.

Of course, Dr. Lomas wasn't thinking about that at the time. He groped blindly in the dark towards the only noise that he could still hear - the humming of the wires and tubings that still fed into SCP-173's empty chamber. The chamber through which all of the Foundation's database would flow.

Upon reaching the chamber, he appreciated how familiar it all felt.

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