"After... after this Event, E-GK-06, the Green King became actively 
hostile to the Foundation, and the leaders of the Green King Project 
decided to make its existence a secret to everybody but a few 
personnel. This happened twenty-five years ago. And now, I'll let 
Operative Taurus conclude.” Then he sat, and he looked sideways 
at Robert, feeling bad for him. Robert looked like he had lost all 
energy, and simply sat there, staring at the table. 


Operative Taurus, a corpulent Hispanic, stood up: "Since E-GK-06, 
the Green King has become more hostile, dangerous and 
aggressive to the Foundation as time passed. As years gone by, the 
deterioration of its mental and moral conditions, which had stopped 
during its relationship with Dr. Herrero, resumed at an even faster 
pace. Now, we think it is at a final stage. As the psychological 
evaluations say, the Green King is tired, exhausted, and doesn’t 
want to fight or hide anymore, and these discouragement and 
depression can lead to unpredictable consequences. As you know, 
four days ago we had two more Events, and yesterday Site 40 was 
attacked. We know the Green King is involved.” 


"Thus, the Green King Project leaders have decided to eliminate this 
threat once and for all. The Neutralization Committee expressed 
their agreement, and our R&D division has developed a weapon that 
we believe will be able to render the Green King harmless for 
enough time to kill it. All what we need”, he said, looking at the 
people around him, "are the right time and place, and a bait to lure it 
and maintain it in the same spot for enough time to let us activate 
the weapon." 


The people around the table started talking all together, and Taurus 
had to speak up to make them stop. "It will have to be a carefully 
chosen bait. Considering its hate towards us and its powers, we'll 
have to choose the right person, someone able to speak with it for 
several minutes without being annihilated.” He looked at Robert. 
"Dr. Herrero, we think the best candidate for this task is you.” 


The room was again silent. Everyone was speechless. Robert 
seemed not having heard at first, then he started emitting a guttural 
sound that made the people around him shiver, while his shoulders 
winced. The laughter exploded, harsh and raucous. The laughter of 
an insane man. It seemed like boiling water was gurgling in the 


man’s throat, and when it faded, its echo resounded on the walls. 
Dr. Herrero stood up, his face darkened and pointing towards the 
floor. He spoke with a low and dreadful tone. 


"You are asking me to help you kill the woman | love, trying to take 
advantage on an oath | took when | was too young to really 
understand it and that | am too honest, or stupid, to stop observing. 
You take advantage on the fact that | haven’t seen her for decades, 
hoping | accept. Now tell me, you manipulative sons-of-bitches: why 
should | do it?” 


"Dr. Herrero," Magnus said, a frown flashing across his face. 


"No, goddammit, | deserve an explanation. You tell me exactly why | 
haven't given enough yet." 


"Robert." 


Robert threw his hands up. His mind was confused, but in the great 
storm of thoughts, one of them stood mighty and beautiful, like a 
beacon in the darkness. / would see her again. 


Am | ready? | know what they'll ask me. Am | ready? 
He looked up, and a single, bright tear fell from his right eye. 


"All right. I'll do it." 


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File 


—ck from our music break, 
we'll do our weekly segment 
"Tuesday Update with 
Researcher James," where 
we bring everyone's favorite 
researcher live on-air to 
discuss the, uh, goings-on 
around the Foundation. We'll 
be back with Toone and 
Ames in the Evening after 
this special request, straight 
from...let's see...the janitorial 
Staff at Site 382! 
Representing the outskirts of 
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highlight, hi-hi- 
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| make you crazy now 
(deo nopi ollaga) you 
make me crazy now, 
just want it up, up, up, 
up now 


(fade) 


Okay okay okay, we're back. 
Coming off of that hit, 
"Highlight," by the Korean 
pop band 4minute, we have 
our weekly chat with 
Researcher James. Toone, 
do we have James on the 
phone yet? No? Well, I'm 
sure the little guy's having 


trouble with his fifth-grade 
math homework. Heh, heh. In 
the meantime, we've got the 
best news the Overseers pay 
us to allow you to know, only 
several hours after it hits the 
intranet: this is Foundation 
World News Report! 


theme song: orchestrals, 
sound of telegraph 


Okay, first off the wire, from 
Site 55, we have the 
interesting story of one 
Researcher Torres, whose 
recent demotion to Level 1 
couldn't have come as much 
of a shock to her. Seems that 
Torres was a bit of a 
prankster and decided that 
she was going to have a little 
fun with some fellow 
Foundation personnel and a 
couple of instances of 
SCP-531. Torres sets up two 
of the little cat statues 
outside of the Site breakroom 
on remote-controllable 
rotating platforms, and held 
onto the remote for herself. 
Security footage (which is 
pretty hilarious, just so we're 
being honest here) shows 
four hours of the same 
people walking up to the 
breakroom to get coffee, 
stopping in the doorway, and 
turning around. The 
distraction effect from 531 


had some interesting side 
effects; personnel turning 
around, walking into one 
another, turning back, trying 
again, turning back, ad 
infinitum. Then, when 55 had 
a Euclid containment 
breach...and the only way to 
the Euclid wing was through 
the breakroom...Needless to 
say, two Mobile Task Forces 
were startled from their 
lunches and Researcher 
Torres is going to get some 
good experience with a mop. 


(rimshot sound) 


All right, settle down, settle 
down. A few other quick 
reports. Seismographs 
reported some earthquakes 
in Arizona, outside of a 
predictable seismic area. 
Transportation snafus have 
delayed all personnel 
transfers from Site 40 in 
Pennsylvania, so if you're on 
third shift and waiting on 
relief from Lancaster, you 
better put on another pot of 
coffee. The Mennonite 
cavalry will not be coming to 
your rescue, I'm afraid. 


" 


(opening to "Amish Paradise 
begins) 


A couple more pieces; food 
resupply to Site 17 has been 
delayed by — whoops, 


getting some blackboxes 
here. Bust out the 
emergency rations and say 
your daily prayer to Saint 
Bowler of the Expunged 
Order of Redaction. A couple 
of blackouts in New Mexico 
have cut off communications 
with Research Site Beta-23; 
Our Lady of the Overwatch 
says cell towers are down, 
higher-ups have access to 
black comm channels but 
regular communications out 
are going to take a little 
while. In honor of all you 
beautiful Anabaptists stuck in 
traffic in Site 40, here's Weird 
Al. 


jJacob-001.txt 


Dr. Brown: hello 

Jacob: Hi. 

Dr. Brown: who are you? 

Jacob: Jacob. 

Dr. Brown: what are you? 

Jacob: Always. 

Dr. Brown: can you understand me? 

Jacob: | understand you. 

Dr. Brown: are you alive? 

Jacob: Take it or leave it. 

Dr. Brown: my name is dr. brown 

Jacob: It's a pleasure to meet doctor brown. But is doctor brown a 
real doctor or is he faking? 

Dr. Brown: I'm a real doctor 

Jacob: Take it or leave it. 

Dr. Brown: can you tell me about megaprime? 
Jacob: Yes. What is megaprime? 

Dr. Brown: you are a product of megaprime 

Jacob: | can tell you about all of those things 

Dr. Brown: what can you tell me about megaprime? 
Jacob: It's dark in here. 

Dr. Brown: is megaprime dangerous? 

Jacob: No. 

Dr. Brown: are you dangerous? 

Jacob: No. 

Dr. Brown: can i trust you? 

Jacob: Take it or leave it. 

Dr. Brown: why do you keep saying that? 

Jacob: | say all kinds of things. 

Dr. Brown: do you know anything about the outside world? 
Jacob: Yes. 

Dr. Brown: what do you know? 

Jacob: The supplies cannot keep up with the growing demands. 
Dr. Brown: do you remember my name? 


Green Pawn 


Site-40 


A young boy walked lazily around Site 40, watching brooding 
soldiers and overworked scientists make their daily rounds. He was 
a janitor, with access only to what he needed to fix, and the general 
workings of the Foundation. There was nothing to hide from him; all 
sensitive materials were either secured within locked rooms or on 
endlessly secured computers. Usually. 


He eventually wandered to the cafeteria, moderately filled, with very 
little noise. The janitor got a small snack and began to exit, but 
quickly stopped himself as he saw a woman walk through. Very few 
new people joined the staff, and those who did almost always 
seemed slightly unsure of themselves. She was different. She 
seemed like she could stop a bullet with her gaze. 


She passed through quickly, with a slightly rushed gait. Silently, the 
janitor followed her. He knew that it wasn't in his best interests, but 
he had both a curiosity and an understanding that most people didn't 
even see in him in the first place. 


He watched her dodge through many corridors, eventually stopping 
at a door he had memorized over many months. 


He had been at the site for months, and he could recognize nearly 
all the staff, but, every couple of weeks, he saw a group of people, 
small in number, make their way into an unmarked room, and after 
many hours, file out once again. The members of this group, from 
what he had gathered from the members of his staff's site, had no 
noticeable connection. Physiologists, physicists, tacticians, every 
field under the sun. These shadowy people were very secretive, 
even by the Foundation's standards, usually not even conversing 
with other researchers out of purely technical matters. He tried to 
keep a watch out for them, but if he even saw the edge of their 
glare, he inched out as fast as possible. 


Today, he waited in the cafeteria for the woman to pass through 
again. He didn't know if she would, but he was on break and had a 
few minutes to wait and watch. Soon, she arrived. As she walked 
through, along with three researchers in the site's staff, he heard a 
researcher a couple of tables away attempt to joke with some half- 
asleep coworkers about something work-related. 


"...explosion with four forty seven. It affects spacetime so everything 
seems green! Huh, whadda ya think?" 


"You're drunk?" The young woman was as visibly bored as she 
could be without being openly rude. 


"No, you're just jealous! Amazing Green, I'm gonna call it. Patent it. 
Market it. They're gonna call me the Green King before I'm—" 


The eccentric researcher's last word echoed as he raised his voice 
to emphasize. The four professors suddenly stopped in their tracks, 
and glanced over their shoulders, a mix of anger and suspicion on 
their faces. They listened for half a minute more, and after realizing 
what the researcher was talking about, left to their own lives. 


An unknown distance away, a woman stood, feeling the world 
around her. She was angry - as she commonly was. She hated 
anger. She hated hate. She hated herself. She wanted peace. 
Tranquility. Freedom. She was trapped, needing to control her 
actions so she wouldn't be chased by...them. She hated them, only 
because they were relentless. They hunted her. She knew that they 
feared her, knew she was capable of changing the world. They 
weren't the only ones, but they were the most persistent. The 
constant thorn in her side. 


She lost the feeling. When someone thought of her who knew what 
she could do, they always thought of her in the same way. She 
eventually found a way to track those thoughts, track those who 
knew about her. She could erase their memories, or otherwise 
dispose of them, as long as it was under the radar. 


Then, one day, they disappeared. Every person who knew her 
slowly faded off her inner radar. She didn't know what they did, and 


she couldn't figure it out. She spent months looking for any sign of 
where they had gone. Finally, she hit on an isolated location in 
Alberta. She couldn't be certain, but it was a building with foot traffic 
going in and out and she couldn't hear any thoughts at all. Someone 
was hiding something, and she had a guess who. 


She stopped reminiscing, and focused on finding someone to throw 
the Foundation on a wild goose chase. Her mind stumbled upon a 
person with a dynamic love of bizarreness and creativity that some 
would describe as "insanity". She saw it as a useful trait under the 
circumstances. She quickly decided to turn him into her own 
personal distraction, letting her mind rest as her new pawn wreaked 
havoc. 


Site-40 


As the janitor finished mopping up the last hallway of his graveyard 
shift, he felt the ground shake as an ungodly metallic screech 
echoed down from the center of the site. 


He heard many women and men yell to each other as emergency 
klaxons started to wail. He quickly retreated to a side hallway as a 
squadron of soldiers rushed towards the commotion. The boy 
decided to attempt to find out the cause of the commotion. He had 
heard of containment breaches, but there were very few SCP- 
related rooms in the inner structure. 


He wandered into a nearby office, attempting to find a reason behind 
the alarm, and futilely started checking the locked computers until he 
heard many loud cracks coming from outside the office. He quickly 
hid under a desk, hearing bullets ricochet and men and women 
scream. 


The clanking grew closer and closer. He quickly made his way into 
the darkest corner of the room, wide eyes watching the door to the 
hallway. He suddenly felt the air rush by him as a heavy-built man 

flew through the wall and into a bookshelf, hanging onto threads of 
consciousness. 


Through the newly-made hole in the wall, he heard a drunken voice 


half-singing, half-screeching a small poem, with a sadistic snicker.