SCP Origins: Cretaceous Physicist

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= **SCP ORIGINS: Cretaceous Physicist**

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**65 Million Years ago**
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A knife is plunged into Dr. Bulierva's chest. Warm blood trickles from out of the wound. She screams as the serrated blade cuts deeply into her flesh.

"This world needs to end," declares General Don. He is pressing her against the hard, cold floor. "Can't you see it? This world is infested with inferiority. Billions of our kind are rotting away! Pathetic creatures that care for nothing more than delighting in pleasure! We are doomed for extinction, and if we do not act now there will truly be nothing left us in a million years."

Bulierva is drowned in the pain. Never in her decades has she received a wound so painful, so severe, that she cannot even think straight. Her vision becomes hazy. She can feel the life within her slowly seep away.

"So tell me," the general hisses, "where is the detonator?"

The detonator to the reactor. It siphons atomic energy right out of another universe. It had been built by brilliant minds far greater than any today many years ago. An unlimited source of energy powering anything the mind can conceive of -- phones, televisions, vehicles, entire buildings, and so on and so forth. The greatest source of energy to ever grace the world. And it is about to end the world.

General Don drives the blade deeper into Bulierva's chest. The pain jolts her awake and she screams from the top of her lungs. She can taste her own blood.

"Think about this, Dr. Bulierva. When the weak of our species dies, the strong will emerge from the ashes. Hundreds of warcrafts have already been prepared to evacuate from the planet, just waiting for my signal. And when I'm on board, with my armada in the orbit of the planet, I will press the detonator and see every ounce of weakness," he said the last word with such poise in his voice, "perish from the world. May the weak go extinct!"

The general's words are like the ramblings of a madling. To know that she had served so many years under the thumb of an individual -- no, a //creature// -- like this disturbs her.

The reactor rumbles quietly in the background. Best described as a sphere within spheres, there are dozens of rings that rotate around a gigantic orb of light too blinding to look at for too long. With each rotation, if one stands close enough, one can feel a pulsating wave of pure energy go through their body and soul. That pulsating feeling goes on in the background, like a ticking clock waiting for the midnight hour of doomsday. Bulierva can hardly breathe.

"Where is it, doctor?" hisses General Don. A mad grin has spread across his face. He is putting his entire weight onto the knife, driving it deeper and deeper into her ribcage. Soon it will pierce her heart and that will be the end of her. And soon the general will find the detonator right in her labcoat pocket, that she had been in the midst of bringing somewhere safe. She had no more concrete thoughts than that other than to bring it away from the mad general. The fate of the world and maybe even the entire universe rested in her hands.

Dr. Bulierva takes an agonizing, deep breath. With the strength that is still left in her body, Bulierva reaches into her labcoat pocket and pulls out a small metallic device with a button on it -- //the detonator//. She can practically see how the general's eyes widen. His grin grows wider.

"So you do see--"

Before the general can even finish his thought, Dr. Bulierva presses down on the button. Alarm sirens sound and the entire floor that they are on shakes. There is utter horror in the general's eyes as he backs off from the doctor and stares at the reactor. A reactor that is about to explode.

"Y--you... you fool! You've doomed us //all!//"

With that, the general sprints into the other direction. A hearty cough and a lowly chuckle escapes Dr. Bulierva's lips.

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The ground is rumbling. The entire planet is. Dr. Bulierva has retreated into a small chamber with a few medical supplies to treat her wounds. Not that it will do much to prevent the utter inevitability of the end of the world, but it is the thought to her that counts.

She hopes that her people will forgive her, if they do find out, and if there are any still standing afterwards. She hopes that she has done the right thing and that by killing the general and his armada she has saved the universe from a fate worse than utter annihilation.

There is a bright flash of light. Dr. Bulierva closes her eyes.

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Like from a deep slumber Dr. Bulierva awakes. The air is thin making it hard to breathe. It feels like she is about to suffocate. The door to the small chamber is opened. Light floods in, blinding her. She covers her eyes and instinctively retreats back into a dark corner. Her tail knocks into nearby equipment. Their clattering to the floor pierces her ears.

Through the light that is shining so intensely from the open door there stand dark silhouettes. These figures stare down at the huddled-up form that is Dr. Bulierva. She feels a fear like she has never felt before.

"Holy shit," says one of the figures. They stand motionlessly at the door.

"Is that...?"

One of the figures speaks into a hand-held device. Their voice is shaky and raspy. "Control, we've, um... we have discovered a foreign specimen at the origin of the tachyon spike."

A few seconds pass in silence. Then the hand-held device cackles to life again. "Noted, agent. Can you elaborate on the specimen?"

The agent looks at their partner, then back down at Dr. Bulierva.

"Control... specimen resembles a member of... pachycephalosaurid."

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> **Item #:** [[[SCP-317]]]
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> **Object Class:** [PENDING]
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> **Special Containment Procedures:** [PENDING]
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> **Description:** SCP-317 is a sapient female dinosaur of a previously-unknown species of pachycephalosaurid.
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> SCP-317-# is the fire-damaged remains of what is believed to have been a time machine. Preliminary testing of the intact components revealed ##blue|high concentrations of highly unstable tachyon particles##,[[footnote]] Qualification as Level 5 classified data currently pending. [[/footnote]] at which point all testing was halted and SCP-317-# was disassembled.
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> Further research is ongoing.
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> **Notes:** //It's not just the complete lack of trace in the fossil record. It's the species. How could it have been a pachycephalosaurid that developed intelligence? They were at best average for Cretaceous fauna. Why not a troodontid, an ornithomimid, or another small theropod? There's something going on here that we're missing. - Dr. Malus//

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