Hey Blanch. | took a look. Your account seems 
accurate. | have to say, this is the most absurd 
case of its kind, at least in what I've witnessed. 
The complete disregard for any and all 
standards of physical contact by Jacobson is 
appalling; | can't believe he even made it past 
the entrance exams for working with 
humanoids. I've seen utility closet hookups in 
the D-class blocks and pre-containment one- 
night stands between field operators and 
skips, but this extended timeframe and 
laughably gratuitous display of colorful 
activities is unparalleled. 


But enough of my yapping. We'll let the legal 
systems handle it. You have my approval for 
launching a vote tonight. 


Elaine 
Date: May 24, 2022 19:15 


From: Dr. John Blanchard (of.pcs.ce| 
hcnalbj#of.pcs.ce|hcnalbj) 


To: Recipient Group: eth_com 


CC: Elaine Starck (of.pcs.ce|kcrats#of.pcs.ce| 
kcrats) 


Message Subject: Disciplinary Measures 
Against Officer Reginald Jacobson 


Attachments: (1) scp4427.pdf 
Message Body: 
Fellow chairpersons, 


As you are aware, our preliminary interviews of 
Officer Reggie Jacobson, a 22-year-old Euclid 
wing guard who is currently on suspension for 
sexual misconduct, were leaked by one or 
more as-of-yet-unidentified personnel to the 
public. Despite media assumptions and pre- 
conclusions, | personally have conducted 
additional interviewing of both Officer 
Jacobson and SCP-4427 and determined the 
following: 


¢ All sexual interactions were consensual 
according to Officer Jacobson. 

All sexual interactions were consensual 
according to SCP-4427. 

All sexual interactions visible in security 
records of the anomaly's containment 
chamber do appear from context to be 
nonconsensual or involving violence, but 
further analysis of the situations at-hand 
has revealed that these activities are in 
actuality just engagement in an 
alternative sexual lifestyle agreed upon 
beforehand by Jacobson and 4427. 


This vote will not address nor call to question 
our policies on the capability of a contained 


object to express informed consent to sexual 
activity with Foundation personnel. However, 
an integral aspect of this case appears to be 
4427's insistence that they as an individual, 
not regardless of their SCP status but rather 
directly correlated with their SCP status, are 
capable of sexual consent even under the 
parameters of containment, and that the 
parameters of containment are actually seen 
as a positive aspect of sexual activity that 
occurs. This appears to be the most 
comprehensible summary of 4427's feelings 
on the topic that | can accurately express for 
them. 


With these case aspects in mind, please reply 
to this email with your vote for which of the 
following statements best summarizes your 
stance on the case: 


1. Officer Jacobson should be demoted 
from his status as active Foundation 
personnel and given the option of 
employment termination or one year 
service as D-class personnel with a 
permanent sexual misconduct strike on 
his internal company record. 

2. Officer Jacobson should be called to a 
hearing and put through our full process 
of internal prosecution, with 4427 
present as a witness and the results of 
the case ending up on his public criminal 
record. 

3. Not enough about the case is known 
and at least one department-wide 
meeting should be conducted on the 
matter before any more progress takes 
place. 


Keep in mind that we are racing the clock for 


this case; the Foundation's research branches 
are losing stock interest — and value — very 
quickly and communications directors estimate 
that the publicity damage occurring as | type 
this will lose us the growth of approximately 
$3.2 million in post-Korea marketing 
campaigns. We've all done quite a bit of work 
to get to the point at which we are now, so act 
with haste and rationale in voting on this 
matter that will undoubtedly affect the 
Foundation's reputation as both a reliable 
corporate citizen and a reliable international 
paramilitary organization. 


With urgency, 

Dr. John Blanchard 

Co-Director, Ethics Committee Department of 
Sentient and Sapient Anomalies 


3431 W. Telfair Circle, Seabreeze, North Carolina 
May 24th, 2022 


Trauss struggles to fit his key in the lock when he 
stumbles up to his front door. "Sorry I'm back so late. 
One of the protesters threw a sharp object at me and the 
Coast Guard guy at the gate insisted we prosecute. As if 
anything is worth dealing with police," he adds under his 
breath, slamming his backpack down on the table. 


The scene in front of him explains itself quietly before 
he's fully had time to process: There's no mess, there's 
no damage, there's just the smashed-open glass case of 
amnestics on the island, the empty Class-B canisters 
and Class-C syringes, and the semi-conscious body of 
Reggie Jacobson sprawled out on the couch. 


Trauss rushes over, tracking mud in on his boots. 
"Reggie. Reggie, wake up. Talk to me." He touches the 
younger man's face and feels for a pulse. He's not sure 
he can detect one without medical equipment, if it's 
there. "Operator. Operator, come in." 


His earpiece whines. "What's going on, Trauss?" 


"Get a medical evac over to my house now. | let Reggie 
Jacobson stay in my house today to avoid being seen 
while he's kicked out of 42. He broke into my case of 
amnestics and OD'd on at least two canisters of Bs and 
at least six milliliters of Cs." 


"Dear Lord above. I'm sending emergency response right 
now. The two agents nearest you have been alerted-" 


"No, no, don't do that. We don't need more controversy 
in here. Just get medical." 


"I'm... sorry, Trauss, but I'm required to press the button 
in any case involving-" 


"Okay, okay, fine. What's done is done. I'll talk to you 
soon." 


The radio goes silent. It's followed seemingly 
immediately by a knock at the back door and Rogers 
entering in a hurry. "Are you alright? | got the medical 
aler- Oh hell, what the hell happened in here? Is that-?" 


"Yes, that's Reggie. | let him stay here and he broke into 
the fucking- God, this is my fault. | should have had 
those with me, but they called me in early and | was 
distracted and- fuck, he better not be dead. Fuck." 


"He's probably not dead. And if anyone has the tech to 
save a recently-dead body, it's us. He'll be fine. I'm more 
worried about you. Sit down, take off your shoes. You're 
shaking." 


"| should have put that somewhere else. It's the most 
common type of substance abuse on the record for us. | 
already had a friend of a friend go through something 
similar a few years back. | know that it happens, | know 
that it's a risk, and yet | overlooked the most blatant red 
flags-" 


"You left a locked case in your home where it's 
authorized to be and someone literally broke into it. The 
evidence is clear. No one is going to blame you for this. 
Hell, clearly you were trying to help the kid by giving him 
a place to lay low. The kid's obviously got problems. You 
damn well know | wouldn't have done that." 


He shoots a glare from his watering eyes. "Yeah. | know. 
But | just... Christ, you're probably right. | don't know 
how | didn't see this coming. That's what's really getting 
me, | think." 


A knock sounds at the door, but the medical personnel 
have already stormed in before Rogers can stand up to 
get it. "He's on the couch," Trauss tells them, waving 
them over. Two doctors rush over with a gurney and 
breathing equipment. 


"Medical department's only 300 meters in. It'd be a lot 
safer for him if we pushed him straight there in the tunnel 
rather than in vehicles." 


"You got it. I'll walk down with you and open it. Is there 
anything | can do?" 


"Just secure the rest of the amnestics and make sure 
nothing's leaking or damaged." 


"You got it." 


Rogers meets him at the island and starts sweeping 
broken glass with a paper towel as the two doctors raise 
Reggie up onto the gurney. "Go help them. | got this." 


"Thank you," Trauss says, wiping his brow with his 
sleeve. 


Rogers nods and waves him back over. "And hey, look. | 
know you and me don't talk like we used to since you left 
Lambda. But if you want me, I'm here." 


"| don't know. My brain can't process emotion right now." 


"If you want me to stay the night, I'm down. That's all I'm 
saying. You might need someone here, after all this." 


"Yeah. | might." He bites his lip and looks over his 
shoulder at the cluster of blue-and-white-clad people 
moving Reggie down the stairs. "See you when | get 
back?" 


"I'll be here. And I'll get this cleaned up." 


"Thank you so much," he says quietly, wiping his eye 
with the back of his hand. He sniffs and heads down the 
stairs. 


"Do you know any medical information we might not 
know about Reggie? For safety?" 


"He takes Xans but he's off them right now. | let him 
smoke in here and from what strains he had out at the 
computer, I'm guessing there's only CBD and minimal 
THC in his system." 


"Perfect, thank you,” the nurse says, writing on a tiny 
notepad as the two doctors carry the gurney downstairs. 


"Alright, let us in after you if you don't mind," one of the 
doctors tells him, rolling the gurney out of his way in the 
cramped basement. Trauss steps over to the keypad, 
enters a six-digit code, speaks his name into the mic, 
and swings the door open. He waits to make sure the 
last nurse closes it behind the group before proceeding 
down the stark, endlessly straight white hallway and 
toward the bowels of Site-42, headache pounding in his 
temple. 


With this evidence laid out so clearly in interviews, security 
recordings, and everything in-between, we are expected to reach a 
conclusion. Perhaps the conclusion to be reached is that this will 
blow over and in six months we'll have had the memory of the case 
amnesticized out of us. Perhaps the conclusion is that this may have 


October 1, 1989: SCP-938 has been successfully captured. It will 
henceforth be housed within Bio-Containment and Research Site-06 
Bio-Containment and Research Site-07. No testing or observation 
which would require or potentially allow SCP-938 to be removed 
from or escape containment within Capacitor Bank Zero is 
permissible. 


September 20, 1991: Containment of SCP-938 has been 
compromised following a "Silent Night" breach scenario at Bio- 
Containment and Research Site-06. Site-06 infrastructure is not 
expected to be salvageable. New containment facilities must be 
constructed before SCP-938 may be recaptured. 


December 21, 2005: On 12-19-2005, Dr. entered Storage 
Warehouse Zero to assist with inspection of SCP-938 containment 
carrying a flash drive on his person. After realizing his error the next 
day, Dr. reported the accidental breach of protocol and 
relinquished the flash drive for study, stating it was completely 
overwritten with meaningless data. This drive is available to 
research personnel for examination on request. 


finally been the time that made a difference and the leaders of the 
extralegal organization will finally consider operating under true 
transparency. Or perhaps — and what | expect is most likely — the 
result will be more of the same, repeating ad infinitum; something 
terrible comes to light from within the locked concrete halls of the 
Sites, the public outrages, and then we go right back to being 
complacent because we are all too reliant on their protection to truly 
put up a fight against injustice. 


With the jury still out — so to speak — on the eventual outcome of 
the Jacobson case, and as a closing note for this week's detailed 
segment, | leave you readers with this: How far are you willing to 
have your boundaries pushed before you conclude that enough is 
enough? 


Sex, Success, and Targeted Advertising 


Phillip Foster's wife was away at a teacher's conference, and he had 
the whole house to himself. Mostly that meant he could walk around 
in his boxers and watch whatever he wanted. 


It was getting late, but 8 Mile was on. It wasn't his favorite movie in 
the world, but it always struck a chord with him. He'd drifted off to 
sleep a couple of times in his chair, but this was the big finish. 
Eminem's character was in the middle of delivering his final verse 
when he stopped short. 


That was strange, and Phillip sat up in his chair. The character 
looked directly into the camera and smiled. Then it started to talk to 
him. 


Hi. Sorry to interrupt the show but let's be honest. You've 
seen this already. | win, | flip off Brittany Murphy. The 
movie's pretty much done. It's over. 


Now, you're probably wondering who | am. That's the 
wrong question to ask. You should be asking: Who're 
you? 


Phillip shook his head and mouthed the words "Phillip Foster" 
almost as an afterthought. He didn't understand what was going on 
anymore. This had to be a dream. 


That's your answer? You're getting this all wrong. You're 
more than a name. You're a cog in the machine. You 
work your ass off, and what do you get for it? Shit. That's 
why your wife is going to fuck another guy. 


That's right. She said she went to a conference in 
Wichita. But she's still in town. What if | told you she was 
planning on fucking one of the other teachers from her 
school? 


A man who, and | swear this is the truth, is named 
Clancy Higgenbothem. A guy who listens to Celine 
Dion's "My Heart Will Go On" every morning on repeat 
while he gets ready for work. That's the man you're 
losing your wife to. 


Phillip was certain this was a nightmare of some kind. His rising 
anxiety making itself manifest. He reached for his remote and 
changed the channel. The History Channel logo came up, and 
transitioned into some sort of program about the 1980 presidential 
race. 


The voice-over introduced a post election interview with Jimmy 
Carter, who looked directly into the camera to answer a question 
about why he'd lost. Only he didn't answer. He started talking to 
Phillip again. 


Changing the channel doesn't change the truth. You still 

love her but she stopped loving you a long time ago. You 
spend your days at your meaningless job and never talk 

to her when you get home. Still, you're a good man. 


I'm not here just to save your marriage. I'm here to save 
your life. This unremarkable life you lead. One you could 
lose at any moment. You want success. You want 
respect. You want people to regret when you're not 
around and light up when you enter the room. We can 
give that to you, and at a fair price. 


Phillip's lips turned down into a frown. This was more than a bad 
dream. He changed the channel again. The Discovery Health 
Channel popped up on the screen. He got up from his chair and 
pulled out his phone. He wasn't even sure what the program in the 
background was about, and it didn't matter, because the voice-over 
was directed at him. 


Stop doing that and let me finish. 


| Know what you're thinking, but we don't want your 
money. We don't want your firstborn or your soul. My 
people can ensure your success from now until you die. 


All you have to do is promise to do us a favor in the 
future. Consider it a commission on your success. 


All we're offering you is the life you deserve. A life in the 
spotlight. Your wife will come back home, she'll cry and 
say she's sorry. Over the next few months she'll fall in 
love all over again. Your colleagues will listen to you 
more often. Your boss will treat you like a peer rather 
than a subordinate. Your life will come together the way 
you always knew it would. 


After that, you just have to do your best, work hard, and 
success will come your way. | guarantee it. If I'm wrong, 
you owe us nothing. 


This is all gain and no risk. Say yes, or change the 
channel again. Call your wife and tell her you love her. 
That's all it'll take to bring her back even if you say no.