"Finally found you two love birds," Dr. Medea Contos said in a 
bubbly voice. "It’s time to begin the pre-skin maintenance screens. 
Come on." 


The droids turn to follow without question. 
"The roof when we're done?" Saker #123 asked. 
Saker #137 nodded enthusiastically. 


"See you in a month." 


October, 2012 


Saker #123 stood on the roof of the Anderson Robotics 
Headquarters. She now resembled a woman in her late 20's, tan 
with dark brown hair. AS a warm autumn wind blew past, her locks 
gently fluttered behind her. She closed her eyes, waiting for the 
sound of the door behind her to open. When it finally did, she slowly 
turned, blushing as she looked on another young woman with pale 
skin and short blond hair. 


"1372" Saker #123 asked. 


The young woman smiled in return, and ran to her, wrapping her ina 
hug. 


"You look beautiful," Saker #137 said, as she squeezed her arms 
tightly. 


"You do too," Saker #123 chuckled. "What'd you get for your first 
assignment?" 


"I'm going to be one of Phineas's PAs," Saker #137 beamed. "I'm 
really looking forward to it. You?" 


"Customer Liaison," Saker #123 frowned. "I'm... They're moving me 
to the San Francisco office." 


"Oh..." Saker #137 frowned. 


"We'll still see each other... | just... | was hoping..." Saker #123 
stumbled. She was then interrupted by Saker #137 pressing her lips 
into hers. 


Saker #123 blinked in surprise but then closed her eyes, savoring 
the moment. She opened them upon hearing a click, and looked to 
see Saker #137 had taken their picture on a small digital camera. 
The kiss then ended, the two androids grinning at one another. 


"Was all of that a photo op?" Saker #123 asked. Saker #137 put the 
camera away with a sheepish smile. 


"Medea gave it to me. Just something to savor the memories," she 
answered. 


"You literally have a photographic memory, though," Saker #123 
chuckled. 


"Sometimes it’s nice to look on something outside yourself. | think | 
might make a scrap book," Saker #137 shrugged. "I'll need it for 
when we're apart." 


Saker #123 nodded. 
"We might look different when we see each other again..." she said. 


"You really need to let that go," Saker #137 shook her head and 
laughed. She pulled Saker #123 into another tight hug. "As | said 
before, 'no matter what mask,’ | mean it.” 


November, 2014 


Saker #137 sat in a bar within one of the quieter sections of 


Portland, Oregon. She wore what she thought was a cute jacket, her 
now long brown hair tied back. Saker #123 was back in town, and 
they had made plans to meet up. As the night ticked on, she 
scanned the room for any signs of her companion. 


"Buy you a drink?" 


Saker #137 jumped at the sudden voice, turning to see a pale man 
with blond hair, dressed in a suit. She frowned, and shook her head. 


"Sorry, but no," she replied. "I'm waiting for someone." 
"| know," he replied, and smiled. 

Saker #137 narrowed her eyes, and then grinned. 
"123?" she asked. 


"In the new flesh,” he replied, taking a seat. "They needed a liaison 
for several contacts recently acquired from Marshall, Carter and 
Dark, and yours truly is it. What do you think?" 


He gestured up and down at himself. 


"Quite dashing," Saker #137 chuckled, and grabbed a hold of Saker 
#123's hand, squeezing it tightly. She then frowned, looking down at 
the table. "It’s been too long." 


"| Know," he replied. "But I'm here now" 
He gave her a peck on the cheek. 
"How have things been with Phineas?" 
Saker #137 smiled once more. 


"He's such a kind man to work for," she explained. "And | get to 
meet so many interesting people in Three Portlands, | don't think | 
could have asked for more." 


She paused, something clicking in her mind. 


"Maybe when your time with the MC&D folks wraps up, you could 


request a transfer? | think you'd like the work, and well... | could put 
in a good word..." 


Saker #123 squeezed her hand and smiled. 
"It's a date," he said. 
Saker #137 beamed and got out her camera. 


"You're still hauling that thing around?" Saker #123 chuckled, 
shaking his head. 


"Until the end of time," Saker #137 replied. "Now get over here, | 
need our picture." 


September, 2018 


Saker #137 stood once again stood on the rooftop of Anderson 
Robotics’ Headquarters, around him was the signs of Anderson and 
Phineas's battle, and in the plaza below, the cracks in the pavement 
where Phineas had crashed during his escape. He remained quiet, 
running his hand over his bald head as his mind raced. Behind him 
the roof access door opened, and he turned to see a dark-skinned 
woman approach, a sad expression on her face. 


"So really gone, huh?" Saker #123 asked. She looked down at the 
plaza below. 


"He is," Saker #137 said softly, closing his eyes. 


"| just got my transfer approved to be one of his PAs too, like you..." 
Saker #123 sighed. "One of those mice and men moments, | 
suppose.” 


Saker #137 didn't answer, instead silently nodding. Saker #123 
reached out and grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly. 


"I'll do everything | can to make sure where ever they send us, they'll 
keep us together," Saker #123 said with a sad smile. "| won a lot of 
pull with Isaac for my work with MC&D, and Dr. Contos likes us well 
enough. Maybe we can get transferred to her and Jason's lab..." 


Saker #137 pulled his hand away. 


"| know where Phineas Is going," he blurted out. "I know what his 
plan is, and we need to help him." 


Saker #123 blinked. She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it 
again. There was a few more moments pause before she finally 
gathered the words. 


"What plan?" She asked. 


"Anderson's insane," Saker #137 continued. "The path he's taking 
us on is going to result in you, me, this company, and everyone we 
care about getting destroyed, unless we stop him..." 


"You aren't suggesting..." Saker #123 furrowed her brow. "We 
can't..." 


"We can!" Saker #137 exclaimed, turning and grabbing both of 
Saker #123's hands, holding them tightly in his. "Come with me. 
Together we can..." 


"Get hunted down by Anderson and dismantled?" Saker #123 threw 
off Saker #137's grip. "That's a dead end and you know it. Don't do 
this, please. Don't go where | can't follow you." 


"Can't or won't?" Saker #137 sneered. 
Both androids fell silent, avoiding each other's gaze. 


"If this is what you want, I'm not going to stop you," Saker #123 
finally said. "| hope that you find your happiness out there. | hope 1'll 
see you again." 


Saker #137 nodded in understanding and pulled out his camera. 
"Can... can | get a picture before | go?" he asked. 


Saker #123 replied with a smile, and pulled Saker #137 in close. 
Once the picture was snapped, she gave him a long kiss, and then 
took a step back. 


SCP-743: A Chocolate Fountain 


Item #: SCP-743 
Object Class: Keter 


Special Containment Procedures: No one may enter SCP-743’s 
containment area except for scheduled D-class personnel. Any 
activity that must be performed within SCP-743’s containment area 
must be performed remotely by robot. 


SCP-743 is to be kept in a Level-4 carbide-steel secure container, 
1.5m x 75cm x 75cm, no less than 5 cm thick. This container will 
itself be kept in a Level-4 secure room, 10 m x 10 m, with enhanced 
hard-metal lining. A full array of redundant sensors within the 
container will remain trained on SCP-748; another array of sensors 
will watch the container for any signs of breach. Video, audio, and 
data feeds from all arrays will pass to a control room manned at all 
times by at least two personnel. Any abnormal or aggressive activity 
by SCP-743 must immediately be reported to Level 4 staff. 


Housing for 24 D-class personnel (designated Housing Unit 743, or 
HU-743) must be set up adjacent to SCP-743's containment area. At 
the first of each month, D-class personnel who are scheduled to be 
terminated must instead be moved into HU-743, enough to fill the 
housing to capacity. If at any time fewer than eight D-class 
personnel are residing in HU-743, at least sixteen D-class personnel 
are to immediately be transferred to HU-743. In case of containment 
breach, all D-class personnel housed in HU-743 are to immediately 
be exposed to SCP-743. Keter-class recontainment protocols apply. 


Every two days, one D-class personnel currently assigned to 
HU-743 is to be locked alive in SCP-743’s containment room with 
several plates of food, at which time SCP-743’s container will be 
remotely unlocked and opened. This D-class personnel may eat as 
much as desired of the available food, including the liquid from 
SCP-743. Under no circumstances is this D-class personnel to be 


"No matter the mask?" Saker #137 asked. 


"No matter the mask," Saker #123 replied. "| love you. Godspeed." 


November, 2018 


Saker #137 sprinted through the Three Portland's rain. Combing the 
city around him was Vincent Anderson and several of his most loyal 

Sakers. In the distance, smoke and flames could be seen rising from 
Phineas's apartment. Their little rebellion was over. 


They had lost. 


Eventually he settled in a quiet alley, leaning against a brick face 
wall as he got his bearings. 


| could probably double around and make it to the Bradbury street 
Way... or would they expect that... Saker #137 thought to himself. 
Maybe the tree in that park, that would set me outside of Portland 
proper when | get back to baseline, but that's a lot of ground to 
cover... 


In his distraction, Saker #137 didn't notice the figure creep up the 
backside of the alley. A hand suddenly pressed him against the wall, 
as a tan skinned man with a face full of stubble drew a knife. Saker 
#137 attempted to struggle, but was too slow. The man brought the 
blade down into the left side of his chest, making a deep cut, and 
then quickly pushing a hand inside. 


"Why?" Saker #137 asked, damage receptors going off in his mind. 
He looked the man in the eye. 


The man replied by returning his gaze, a deep remorseful frown on 
his face. He tightened his grip within Saker #137 and then yanked 
out something that resembled a small transmitter. Saker#137 shook 
as another series of warnings went off in his mind. He watched as 
the man crushed the transmitter in his grip. 


"They were tracking you, 137," the man stated with a sigh. "You're 
free now." 


Saker #137 blinked. The man looked at him with a melancholy 
smile. 


"Want to get one more picture before | leave?" the man asked. 
"123?" Saker #137 replied. 


"In the new flesh," Saker #123 answered, and pulled his companion 
into a tight hug. 


"Come with me," Saker #137 stated, his eyes closed. 

"I can't. They'll find me, and then destroy us both." 

"Can't we just remove your tracker, like you did for me?" 
Saker #123 shook his head. 

"Hardware update. You've missed a lot of developments, 137." 
Saker #123 then pushed his companion away. 


"Let's get that picture. | can't stay here long. You can't stay here 
long." 


Saker #137 nodded, and quickly pulled out his camera. 


"Smile," he said, and pressed the button. He only just finished 
checking to see that it took when he turned to find Saker #123 was 
gone. 


"Love you..." he said to himself, and began the long journey to a 
Way. 


May, 2024 


Saker #137 cautiously moved through the debris of the Anderson 
Robotics Headquarters, an UIU jacket around their shoulders. 
Without access to Anderson's maintenance equipment, their 
synthetic skin eventually degraded and died, reaching the point 
where it was simply easier to remove it entirely. With nowhere to 


hide, Saker #137 returned to Three Portlands and became a UIU 
informant. 


Yesterday, Anderson Robotics had finally been killed. Now, Saker 
#137 had been called in to help with the cleanup. For this reason, 
they found themselves in the Saker maintenance lab. 


"Anything in particular you want me to look for?" Saker #137 asked 
Agent Rosalie Kirkland, their supervising agent. 


"A lot of Sakers got caught in a crossfire in here," Kirkland said with 
a nod. "If you can, Spencer wants you to try and identify them so we 
can see who on the roster is still unaccounted for." 


Saker #137 nodded, and set to work. 


As they moved about the room, their vision never settled on one 
place for too long. Numerous Sakers in various states of 
maintenance, both skinned and unskinned alike, littered the floor. 


"Are you going to be okay?" Kirkland asked, a look of genuine 
concern on her face. 


"Yeah, I'll be fine," Saker #137 said, imitating a sigh. "I imagine this 
must be what humans feel like when they walk through a grisly 
crime scene. It’s just a bit uncomfortable." 


"| can talk to Spencer about moving you elsewhere, if you want," 
Kirkland suggested. "You don't have to do this..." 


"It's fine," Saker #137 replied. "I'm fine..." 
The agent shrugged and let the android return to their work. 


Saker #57 and Saker #109 Saker #137 thought to them self, looking 
over the two partially disintegrated bodies under a desk. 


Saker #120 and Saker #16 Two bodies lay by the door, bullet holes 
up and down their backs. 


Saker #119, Saker #11, Saker #32.. Saker #137 walked along the 
reskinning pods that lined to room, looking in on the inhabitants 


inside. Saker #137's then reached the end of the line. Inside, a 
skinless Saker sat motionless, multiple bullet holes in the 
observation window suggesting it had been destroyed mid-process. 
The android approached the pod's monitor and pulled up the 
identification page. 


Anderson Robotics 
Saker Unit Android: Gen. 4 
Unit number: #123 


Saker #137 starred at the screen, frozen. Occasionally they looked 
between it, and the destroyed Saker in the pod. 


"Friend of yours?" Kirkland asked. 


"You could say that," Saker #137 replied. The android continued to 
look at the pod in silence for several more moments, and then pulled 
out their camera. 


"Could you do me a favor?" they asked Kirkland. "Could you breath 
on the glass? Fog it up?" 


Kirkland blinked. 


"S-sure?" she said with a raised eyebrow. A moment later the glass 
was fogged. 


Saker #137 quickly drew a heart on the glass and snapped a 
picture. 


"Oh," Kirkland frowned. "That kind of friend." 
Saker #137 nodded. 


"I'll go tell Soencer who we have here," the android said, and took 
their leave. 


Once alone in the hallway, they stumbled, slumping down by a wall. 
Saker #137 let out a low mechanical hum, and looked through the 
pictures stored on the camera. As they reached the end, they placed 
their head in their hands. 


The mechanical humming grew louder, echoing through the empty, 
debris strewn hallways. 


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January 24th, 2017 
Three Portlands 
4:09 AM, EST 


"Well shit." 


Agent Kenneth Spencer stared with a mixture of surprise and 
disbelief at the bomb threat, which had been meticulously painted 
out in two-foot-high letters (which seemed to flicker when he 
stopped looking at them, probably the result of an anart exploit) 
across a large sign and then placed in the center of Three Portlands. 


His partner, Agent Robin Thorne, quietly read the message aloud. 
“Attention. | have placed a memetic bomb within the city of Three 
Portlands, which will be triggered at exactly 6:40 PM Eastern 
Standard Time, on January 26th. | have no demands." They 
paused. "Well, at least it's concise?" 


Spencer sighed. "You know what the absolute worst thing is?" 
Thorne shook their head. "No, but I'm sure you'll tell me." 


Spencer continued. "The worst thing is that I'm sure this is just a 
twisted prank." 


Thorne shrugged. "I'm not willing to take that risk." 


"Neither am |." Spencer ran his fingers through his hair. "God, | hate 
bomb threats." 


They stared in silence at the sign some more.