Eudaimoniacs can live to 150 easily. No signs of cultural 
development so far, except that they’ve built the vague 
hints of a divine ‘creator’ called the Eudaimon into a 
brutally strict moral system. On the bright side, they’ve 
taken to heart the idea that one day the Eudaimon will 
come back for them and lead them to another world, as 
we'd intended. 


We've been calling these odd behaviors ‘deviant,’ but 
they’re not. This society has no deviance. All innovation 
is judged based on its merits and implemented or 
discarded. I’m starting to have serious doubts about the 
value of this whole thing. Alpha-1 and his team of 
geneticists seem oddly unsurprised by these 
developments; | bet they knew this would happen. 


Document 752-142 (recovered from Site-752-1) 


Year 40, Day 325 
Eudaimon-Alpha-1 
Population of Eudaimonia: ~1000 


Population continues to climb. Technological prowess 
continues to increase exponentially. At this rate they will 
reach our level well before the release date. 


Beta, Gamma, and Delta have no vision — they grow 
increasingly disgusted by my wonderful creations. | 
would never have taken them on the project, but | 
needed their expertise to construct the development 
chamber. | have taken measures to ensure they never 
discover the contents of Eudaimonia's nurseries; 
hopefully this will be sufficient to forestall a mutiny. 


Document 752-314 


Year 70, Day 87 
Eudaimon Delta-1 
Population of Eudaimonia: ~3000 


Population growth shows no signs of slowing. High-rise 


hand curled and slumped as | let out an exhausted, exasperated, 
unmotivated, unenthralled, absolutely uninterested — and maybe 
even slightly disappointed — sigh. For as much as common 
courtesy said that everything was quite alright, everything was far 
from it. The presentation was in three days. Just three. 


| sat down and leaned my head on the palm of my hand. What was | 
to do? What was | to do. | picked up my pen, and | tapped it. Where 
did | tap it? On the paper. Polly tapped her pen on the paper. Very 
important detail. Polly tapped her pen on the paper, and thought. 
What was | going to do? Tap. Would | forfeit this presentation? Tap. 
| couldn't afford that, | couldn't afford to miss one. | had to take every 
opportunity | got. Tap. 


Maybe | shouldn't have lied to 3T. 

Tap. 

Maybe | needed to go back and ask for help. 
Tap. 

Serious help. 

Tap. 


Help conceptualizing, help making things reality, help getting 
anything, literally anything past the finish line. 


Tap. 

But that would require getting up. 
Tap. 

| didn't want to get up. 

Tap. 

Sigh. 


Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. 


Tap. 


Tap. 


The pen was vigorously thrown at the tin wall, and it made a less 
than satisfying "ting" sound. Polly tinged the pen on the metal. | 
smiled. Initiative! There was no shame in asking for help. | was 
taking initiative. People don't learn before they have teachers. 
Maybe | just needed a teacher. A 3Teacher. Thomas Timothy 
Teacher. | chuckled at my own jokes. Things were looking up! 
Things were looking up. Polly pat her feet on the concrete. | took an 
apple from a basket and passed it to a low flying glow snake 
(swarms of which made up the only source of light in this place). | 
passed workshop upon workshop, Toy Tinker upon Toy Tinker, my 
confidence growing with each sideways look. | was going to have 
something to present this Gumday! | was! 


| turned the corner, my chest puffed out and a fire burning in my 
eyes. 


"Thomas Timo... thy... Thompson..." 


He... wasn't at his workbench, that was for sure. | saw his tea, his 
small pack, a bag lunch, and his framed picture of that girl from the 
Sweets & Consumables Department. Maybe he was in the next 
booth over, with Brainy? 


Shuffling one over, into Brainy's orange and black painted work 
space, | found myself still alone and a little confused. 


"Uh, guys? Hello?" 


He had his two tiger posters up as usual. Sometimes he changed 
them, in case he dressed up differently that morning, but most often 
it was all tigers. There were various tools sprawled about, some 
blueprints, some... jello? Just lying about, and a tin full of hard fruity 
candies. Notes were scrawled in his ever neat, dime tall hand 
writing. Blueprints were rolled into cylinders and put up as big 
columns all over his desk, and an inkwell for his old timey purple 


feather pen was accumulating a small pool at its base. Though 
recently used, the place was deserted. 


"..Pals?" 


Leaning backwards, and looking around both corners of the space 
and down the long, worn walkways... nothing. No Brainy, no 3T, no 
one useful in sight. | decided that I'd wait for them. Tom said they 
were collaborating on something, maybe they had both gone to find 
some materials or talk to someone about a project detail. Maybe 
they went to the bathroom together? People do that, right? | know | 
didn't, because | didn't have any friends to do it with, but | had heard 
it was a thing that normal people did with other normal people. So I'd 
wait. Standing, though? | couldn't stand that long. I'd sit. 


| sat in Brainy's spinning chair (| wished | had a spinning chair in my 
space, but mine broke and hadn't been replaced yet), and began to 
twirl. Good thinking time. Motion was good for thinking. | couldn't 
help but let out a quiet "wee" as | flailed in the chair and turned 
every which way. He had a really good gig with his place here. | was 
a little jealous. The slightest bit envious, but not too much. Just 
enough to think of taking his chair. Maybe. Maybe one of his pens. 
He had some really nice pens. He'd be a lot less likely to notice a 
missing pen than a missing chair... What did he have lying about? 


| pushed the chair out into the walkway, this time hoping not to see 
Brainy or 3T... and then | set to work. | mean, | wasn't planning to 
take anything, what was the harm in looking? | was just curious! It 
was going to be fine. | looked at all his little cabinets and read their 
labels: 


References. Could be useful, | liked drawing references. They could 
have been culture references too, though. Not too interested in 
those. Next! 


Paper. For taking notes on. | had been running low... and there's so 
many of those, he wouldn't mind if | took some. | opened it, and 
stuffed a small stack of printer paper under my coat (it was nearing 
winter up here) and zipped it up to keep it safe. Next! 


Office Supplies. Boring. Next! 


Ooo, a big wide one. Blank Blueprints. Maybe he had something in 
here? Below it was another one that said Works in Progress, which | 
assumed were other projects he was planning to get back to. | 
thought... but no, | couldn't break the code. | wouldn't want to steal 
an idea, that would just be preposterous. Next! 


Scrapped. 


Scrapped? Scrapped what? It was another wide one, so... 
blueprints? Scrapped huh? | opened it, and found many blueprints 
and notes crumpled up and shoved into the space. Ah, scrapped 
ideas. Ideas he wasn't going to work on — trash, it was his trash. 
His... trash... stuff... that he wouldn't miss if it was gone. | could 
look through a legend's trash. 


| was trash. | was really bad trash, | was some putrid garbage rotting 
in some hole somewhere — figuratively. Don't want to be confused 
with Sewy. Poor Sewy. But Brainy's trash couldn't be worse than my 
trash. In fact, | was so bad, it was probably better than my best! And 
he didn't want it? 


| re-checked the name of the drawer. 
He didn't want it. 


| lit up. What treasures awaited me? What trove had | just 
plundered, what gold had | found? | pulled the drawer completely 
out, rest it on my lap, and dug in. 


Squishy Squeezy Hug Slugs! No. 

Can of Bookworms. Ew. No. 

Ant Seeds. Hmm? Oh, for your ant farm. | got it. No. 
Bedbug's Bed Bites. | was sensing a theme. Still no. 
Ring-Ring Ring. What? Oh. No. 


A... Piano Plant? Ooo, now that was cool. And... it incorporated... 
you like, actually used plants to make it. Some pretty flowers, too! 
And some vine type things — and you got to do it in your voice! 


Ooo! It looked pretty easy, too — even / could make it. This was 
perfect! It even had a good ring to it. Polly's Piano Plant. Polly's — 


"Polly?" 


| convulsed and the entire spinning chair fell over, throwing the 
drawer up and letting it smack me in the cheekbone and spewing its 
contents all over the floor. 


"Oh my, are you okay?! What are you doing in Brainy's work 
space?" 


"It's not what it looks like, I'm just —" 

"You can't be —" 

"| swear I'm not —" 

"Stealing from Brainy? Polly Gary —" 

"I'm not! I'm really not! | just came over here —" 
"To steal!" 

"Don't talk so loud, people might believe you" 


Thomas Timothy Thompson immediately shut up, and straightened 
up (moreso than he already had), looking embarrassed. In little more 
than a whisper, | spoke up again: 


"Help me clean this all up, please?" 
"What?" 

Right, it was very loud in there. 
"Help me clean this all up, please!" 


He looked helpless, glancing between myself and the walkway 
behind him. | beckoned him several times, each time he looked just 
a little more shaken and antsy. Finally, he gave in and crouched 
down next to him. 


"So what are you doing?" 


"| was coming over here to find you, because | needed to ask for 
help." 


"| thought you said you were fine?" 

"Well I'm not — presentations are on Gumday." 

"| know..." 

"And | don't have anything." 

"So you noticed | wasn't there..." 

"Yeah..." 

".,.and decided to steal from Brainy." 

"No! No, Tom, no | didn't! | was waiting for you —" 
"In Brainy's booth." 


"— and | had nothing to do and | figured that — and look | went over 
here thinking you were with Brainy — | figured that he didn't need 
the stuff in his 'scrapped' drawer so | strolled through it looking for 
inspiration and look! | found one, | found inspiration!" 


"Inspiration..." 
"Yes, inspiration." 
"_..that's... not stealing?" 


"No, it's not, I'm just... going to take some of his ideas and mold 
them into something of my own. Everybody learns from the greats, 
and | need a teacher, so |... well, | guess | should've asked him, but 
that's what | came over to do and nobody was here, so!" 


"...S0 you just... rummaged through his desk..." 


"His trash, 3T. | rummaged through his trash. He's not going to miss 
it, | swear. And I'm not. Stealing." 


"You're not... stealing." 
We both had our hands on the Piano Plant blueprints. 


"No. I'm not. Tom, | wouldn't do that. That's mean. I'm just drawing 
inspiration from Brainy. Anyone can do that." 


| tugged once, and he held fast. 
"Tom?" 


| gave him puppy eyes. | wasn't meaning to be deceitful, or guilt 
tripping, | just... really wanted those blueprints. And | wasn't going to 
steal. | wasn't. | was going to make something Polly Gary Ashley 
would make, just taking guidance from the greats. That's how it was 
going to happen. It was. 


3T loosened up, and | gently slipped the blueprints out from under 
his hands. He stayed sitting on the floor, brow furrowed and lips 
pouting, while | slipped the reorganized drawer back into its place. 


"So... where is Brainy?" 
"He's __" 
"Oh hi Polly!" 


| quickly hid the blueprints in my coat while turned away from Brainy, 
and then promptly greeted him. 


"Hey Brainy!" 
"Hi! How are things?" 


"Things are good — | was just here talking to 3T about the 
presentations. | don't have anything yet, and —" 


"Aww." 
"— so | was going to get tutoring from Thomas here —" 


"| hate it when that happens." 


"— but he wasn't around so | waited in your booth and... here we 
are! Heheh." 


3T looked pitifully at me, realizing | wasn't going to tell Brainy about 
taking his scrapped blueprints. He shot me that "so you are stealing" 
look, and | shot him that "| am not, I'm just not going to tell him that | 
was rummaging through his desk because that would make me look 
bad and | wouldn't have been put in such a compromising position 
had you not shown up and started accusing me of things and | 
would have been able to go through this more properly then" look. 
Well, maybe he didn't get all the intricacies of that. But | think he got 
enough. 


"So why is 3T on the floor?" 

"... I'm tired." 

"Makes sense." 

"Yeah, it's been a long day." 

"Yeah. That's how it goes, three days from presentations." 
"Yeah..." 


| stood, Brainy stood, and 3T sat in awkward silence. For a while. | 
mean, it wasn't really silent, because the whole room was so loud, 
but it was between us. Eye contact. More eye contact. Licking lips. 
Brainy's smile was fading. 


"Alright, mind if | steal 3T for a bit?” 

"No, not at all!" 

"Thank you, Brainy, | swear | won't be long." 

"Don't work him too hard, heheh." 

"| won't! C'mon, 3T, | have something to show you." 


"...You do?" 


"Yeah! Get up, c'mon, | won't keep you long." 
"Okay..." 


3T stood up, brushed some dust from the floor off of his pants, and 
sauntered towards me, his head hung low. Brainy raised his 
eyebrows. 


"Wow, 3T, you get tired quick." 


"Alright, see you two! Good luck at presentations!" 
"Yeah, bye Brainy!" 

"Bye Polly! I'll be at my desk if you need me!" 
"Yeah, see you!" 

"See you later!" 

"Byel" 

"Byel" 


Taking 3T by the hand, | practically dragged him back to my work 
space. Past workbench after workbench, Toy Tinker upon Toy 
Tinker, my confidence lowering with each sideways look. Finally, we 
arrived at my bland and barren desk. 


"So you are stealing.” 


"lam not, I'm just not going to tell him that | was rummaging through 
his desk, because that would make me look bad, and | wouldn't 
have been put in such a compromising position had you not shown 
up and started accusing me of things, and | would have been able to 
go through this more properly then! This is on —" 


He pouted. 


"...Oh fine, this is on both of us, okay? This is on both of us. But 
look, it's... it's really nothing, | swear." 


"You're not going to present the Piano Plant?" 


"lam not going to present the Piano Plant. | am going to make it my 
own thing. | promise you. 100%." 


"Pinkie promise?" 
| held out my pinkie, and he held out his. 
"Pinkie promise." 


He smiled and lightened up. We pinkie shook on it. 


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type shelters are now being constructed in addition to the 
unknown buildings to allow for further growth. 
Technological advancement continues to exceed all 
expectations. We can only hope that it will stagnate once 
they get through what we left in the temple. Undesirable 
behaviours have worsened. Gamma attempted to 
intervene and was slaughtered. The rest of us attempted 
a coup against Alpha. Alpha-3 pretended to sympathize 
and managed to fatally poison most of Beta. 


Nevertheless, the coup was a success. We still don't 
know what's in those buildings, but considering what 
happened to Gamma we're not touching it. Alpha-1, -2, 
and -5 escaped; the others are dead or captured. We've 
disabled the release mechanism and sealed off the place 
as much as we dare. The Eudaimoniacs still believe that 
there’s no world beyond that shield Gamma built. Now, 
hopefully, they'll never learn otherwise. 


Unmanned Exploration Unit 752-a was sent into SCP-752 on / 
/20 . Footage recovered from within the 'nursery' structures 

indicates an extensive and apparently voluntary [DATA 

EXPUNGED] before conception. UEU-752-a went offline hours 


into the expedition, and within two (2) months, technology evidently 


derived from it was seeing extensive use in SCP-752. Further 
expeditions must use as little advanced technology as possible. 


As direct competition between Homo sapiens and SCP-752-1 is 


projected to lead to an SK-class dominance shift, SCP-752-1 must 


be kept ignorant of the world outside their cavern at all costs. 


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