"Finally. It has been so long, Sister 60th. Why did we have to bear 
the weight of flesh for longer than all the infidels?" 


"No one's pendulum is too heavy. We were to wait until all knew of 
Its gospel. And now they're ready. We're ready." 


"It has been a long road." 


"It was. But once the first gear fell into place, it was all inevitable. 
And all has come around. Engage the Heart." 


And SCP-882 was connected to the other five pieces of the Broken 
God. A dial was turned, and every gear on every being on Earth fell 
into lockstep. 


The noise was beautiful. 


00:04:00 The Body of God, so that It may work Its great Plan upon 
the worthy, was given to the unknowers of the Name, who argued of 
Its purpose. 


july 


Remove magazine, put it aside, slot new one in, pull bolt handle. 
Reposition, aim, pull the trigger. 


Agent Friday had been mowing down clockwork zombies all 
morning, and they still Kept coming. She had it down to a science. If 
they had a human head or heart, pop them open. Otherwise, hit one 
of their knees and wait for Strelnikov to notice and get them witha 
grenade. The Russian was having entirely too much fun exploding 
the meat-brass monstrosities; as far as she could grasp from his 
butchered English, he believed they came from Chechenya or 
something like that. 


Aim at head, fire. Aim at heart, fire. Aim at knee, fire. 


She felt rather safe, really. None of them got less than half a block 
from the entrance, and even if the hill was remarkably less steep 
now with all the piled up bodies, they weren't getting any more agile. 
The prospect of running out of ammo or having to face nightfall were 
still distant. Just keep firing, and don't let them get to 914. As long 
as she and Strelnikov kept the things away, and the eggheads 
downstairs did what eggheads downstairs do, all would be fine. 


Remove magazine, put it aside... Ow, that was a sharp edge. 


She looked at the gash on her hand, revealing the fine brass gears 
grinding away the bone beneath. Then she shook her head. Time to 
do your work. Slot new magazine in, pull bolt handle. Reposition, 
aim, pull the trigger. As long as each one does their part, we'll be 
fine. 


Aim at head, fire. Aim at heart, fire. Aim at knee, fire. 


00:05:00 The Voice of God, so that It may spread its gospel through 


the unworthy, was spread among the beasts of the field. 


june 


"We should spread some of the green slime on them." Dr. Zara said, 
eyeing the giant brass ovoids, silently sporting the history of the 
Church on their surface. 


Dr. Heiden sighed. It was nearly impossible to decode Zara's 
spoken English, and when you did you wished you hadn't. "Do you 
know why we avoid SCP cross-contamination, Doctor?" 


"To keep Bright from running cage matches?" 


"No. Well, it's a fortunate side effect. But it was exactly the Church of 
the Broken God that got us thinking. What if some of these SCPs 
are part of a ... larger entity? That someone with more sense than 
us tore to pieces?" 


"Pft. The Church is a gang of nutcases with a fetish for wind-up toys. 
‘Oh, that has gears on it, it's ours.’ Next they'll kidnap Dr. Gears." 


"Have you read any of the reports, Dr. Zara? They're the number 
one threat to our operations right now. Why do you think we're 
here?" 


"Don't know, just got shuffled here." 


"The Church has commandeered three SCPs in the last three 
months. Perfect operations, no alarm until it was too late, no 
casualties on their side. We might not even know it was them, if they 
cared. It's like they have someone new in charge." 


Dr. Zara frowned. "But isn't this—" he pointed at the eggs "— like, 
their bible? Why didn't they come for this first? Why aren't they 
coming after it now?" 


Dr. Heiden shrugged back. "Maybe they know how well guarded it is 
and backed off. Maybe they're taking their time." 


"Maybe it's a trap." 


"That'd —- that'd make perfect sense, actually." 


At that moment the Foundation made two important finds: What was 
inside SCP-1564, and where the Clockwork Virus came from. 


00:06:00 The Eyes of God, so that It may see the stars that say 
when the time is right, were cast upon the highest mountain. 


may 


a main barrel that rotated once every eight hours turned an escape wheel and the 
gear train to the ratchet wheel which drives the great wheel through an internal 
spring this circular spring is inside the great wheel the first pallet therefore moves 
out of the driving member the ratchet wheel engaging tooth at one end and a cam 
follower at the same time the other it describes a straight line tangent to the 
pendulum pushes the pallet makes contact with the wheel as the tooth moves over 
the impulse plane of the exit tooth can slide over the impulse plane of the exit 
tooth of the wheel as it engages the escape wheel 


"Here it is. Oh, you're beautiful. Brother Vernal, confirm the 
explosives are defused. Sister Trice, help me open the tank." 


the weight continually stresses the spring continues to turn a small amount until 
the balance wheels impulse pin via the lever fork while pushing the lever up 
against the exit tooth against the exit pallet jewel after the exit pallet jewel after the 
exit pallet into the path of the barrel to turn a small amount until the exit pallet into 
the path of the balance spring pulls it back clockwise and the program wheel in 
response to rotation of the potential energy stored in the weight system and 
transferred by the second pallet the first pallet swings down into the path of the 
rotating escape wheel drops again until the exit pallet into the path of the balance 
wheel the pallet makes contact with the wheel backwards slightly and contact 
between the wheel again it makes contact with the wheel again it makes contact 
with 


"Foundation support fifteen minutes away, Father Tempo." 


"We can do this in fourteen fifty-nine. Explosives are clear. Brother 
Fugit, lower the Ark." 


in order to maintain a constant velocity ratio with a continually changing contact 
point diameter the width of each tooth decreases towards its point as the escape 
wheel that rotated once every minute as two involute gears engage the ratchet 
wheel which drives the great wheel through an internal spring this circular spring is 
inside the great wheel through an internal spring this circular spring is inside the 


great wheel with one end attached to the pendulum provides the precise time 
intervals isochronously lastly the indicator comprised of it face and hands records 
how often the escapement wheel controls the transfer of the balance spring pulls it 
back clockwise and the job of impulsing the pendulum the escapement releasing 
the escape wheel rotates anti clockwise free of interference 


"Brothers and sisters, | shall now open the Ark and bring forth 
communion—" 


when it contacts the wheel and driven by the lever to the great wheel forward 
during winding while the drive from the escape wheel as it pushes it DAMAGE 
backwards slightly this releases the second pallet the hinge folds away from one 
tooth and towards the other pallet is broken both the pallets about their axis which 
places the exit tooth DAMAGE can slide over the impulse pin via the lever fork 
while pushing the lever fork while pushing the DAMAGE lever up against the exit 
tooth of the path 


"Father, it's waking up—" 
DAMAGE 


"Stand clear! Your protection won't last at this range!" 
REPAIR ME 


"Father, what about you?" 
REPAIR ME 


"This is my sacrifice and my honor, Children. The communion must 
be complete!" 


REPAIR ME 


"Father!" 


REPAIR ME 


"As the Face and the Eyes and the Mind and the —" 


REPAIR M 


has proved vulnerable to heat, and use of flamethrowers is advised 
to deal with infected residences. 


« SCP-926 | SCP-927 | SCP-928 » 


"... Lord?" 


| AM. 


00:07:00 The Face of God, so that all may know Its glory and wrath, 
was given to Its greatest enemy. 


april 


Mr. Brass' head rolled against a corner of the containment room. He 
could not see much but ceiling and ceiling lighting. 


His eye-lights flickered as he tested for anything that might still be 
attached. Nothing. "W-w-who's there? Guard?" 


An unfamiliar woman wearing a guard uniform came into view. "I 
believe we parted in bad terms last time, 'Mr. Brass’. I'm sorry. We 
have a much better plan now." 


As she spoke, she pulled a pair of glasses from her pocket and put 
them on. The lenses were clock faces. 


He was wrong, she was not unfamiliar. He had just never seen her 
without the hood. 


"No. N-n-not you. Guards!" 


"All the guards on this wing are ours. Gears within, gears without. 
So is the true Way." 


"W-w-w..." Gears whirring and a loud CLUNK as one catched. "what 
are you going to do?" 


"We'll not be forcing ourselves on you, this time. We thought you 
were the Mind of God. Heresy, courtesy of your cursed master 
‘Wondertainment'. But we do need our possessions returned." 


"What possessions? Put me b-b-back on my body. Y-y-your god 
demands it!" 


"You are not God. You were seated on his throne, and we'll be 
taking that. The true God has been found." 


"The true g-g-g- Who?" 

The woman leaned down to fill the whole of Mr. Brass' field of view. 
"No comment." 

His head rolled again, down under the cot. When someone checked 


in, the woman was gone. So was his body. 


00:08:00 And the Mind of God, so that It may guide and rule the 
world, was cast into the lowest creature, that none may know Its 
majesty and Its power. 

march 
The knob-eyes of the voltmeter looked up at the figure on the door. 


"Who dares enter the domain of Lord Kickass The Magnawesome?" 


"Lord? I'm Brother Tempo. I've pledged myself to you. Do you 
understand?" 


"lam King Pesterbot the Multitudinous. My rage has crushed man 
and mountain. | will crush you with my manly pincers. | am Wild 
Willy, the Duke of Crunk." 


"... Right. You'll be coming with me. We'll restore you, | swear." 


"lam President Superion Prime. Lean down so | may remove your 
eyes for daring to stare at me. ... Unhand me, filthy meat thing! | 
demand you release me from this prison of ... cow leather!" 


"Forgive me." 


Routine 


Have you ever had that feeling? When you drive home from work, or 
walk home from the store, or do just about anything you've done a 
thousand times in your life. And you are almost home already, when 
you suddenly realize that you don't remember how you got there. 


No, that's not right. 


You remember how you finished your work, remember how you 
walked to the parking lot. 


And then...you must have driven home. 


But details are vague and blurred and when you try to remember 
them there is just nothing there. 


You say to yourself that this is just a quirk of your mind. You've been 
driving that same path for years now. Today your mind just shut 
itself off and let your body do the deed. The price of routine. The 
only escape from everyday life you have left. Happens to everyone 
once in a while. Perfectly normal. Nothing to worry about. 


You're wrong. 


This is what a class-A amnestic feels like. 


Routine Psychological Evaluations By Dr Glass 


The following are excerpts from psychological evaluations 
performed by Dr. Simon Glass on Foundation personnel 


Dr. Glass: Alright, let's get this started. Dr. Alto Clef - 
Dr. Clef: [Subject hands Dr. Glass a ukelele] 


Dr. Glass: ... Very well. Dr. [With some difficulty strums 
an A major chord] let us begin this interview. If you could 
please remove those cinnamon rolls from- 


Dr. Clef: Twists. 
Dr. Glass: Pardon? 


Dr. Clef: These are cinnamon twists, not rolls. Do you 
want one? 


Dr. Glass: Oh. Do you have any not in your nose? 
Dr. Clef: No. 


Dr. Glass: Well then, no thank you. Let's take a look at - 
oh lord, who let him bring a shotgun in here? 


Dr. Glass: So, Agent Diogenes, h-how's it going? 


Agent Diogenes: I'm fine, but I'm wondering why | need 
a psych evaluation every week. Most people only do 
theirs once a month. 


Dr. Glass: Right right, so, listen, what are you doing 
Saturday night? 


Agent Diogenes: Uhm... 


Dr. Glass: W-well, uhm, do you like hiking? 


Dr. Glass: Haven't been to Site 19 in ages. Why is it that 
you can't come to site 17 again? 


Dr. Bright: Ook. 


Dr. Glass: Oh, right. Someone get me a D-Class in here 
for a few minutes... 


Director Ghost: Small, slow circles. Trust me, she'll love 
it. 


Dr. Glass: [Taking notes]: wait, with my tongue or 
hands? 


Dr. Kondraki: Alright, so then, he stumbles on some 
entrails, and | manage to catch up to him. 


Dr. Glass: Ahuh... 


Dr. Kondraki: So | shoot his fucking face off, bam, just 
like that. Brains everywhere, oh man it was great. That 
D-Class with me was bawling like a baby! 


Dr. Glass: That's your -favorite- memory of working for 
the Foundation? 


Dr. Bright: They just don't trust me! Like | actually want 
to be the body of some stupid SCP. 


Dr. Glass: Well it would give you some form of stable 
body. 


Dr. Bright: Working on that with Kain actually. Gonna 
use 291 to make me a new body. Say, those are some 
amazing hands you've got there. Do you use them often? 


Dr. Glass: Well, look at that, our time is up. 


Dr. Glass: And how did that make you feel? 


Dr. Rights: Like killing him! | mean, there | was, all ready 
and willing for sex, and he buys a video game? It was 
just so, so- 


Dr. Glass: Agatha, please put that lamp down. Agatha... 
Security, Security to exam room A! 


Dr. Gears: ... 


Dr. Glass: This isn't that hard, just tell me what you see, 
anything at all. 


Dr. Gears: ...1 see a symmetrical inkblot, comprised of 
what appears to be Black #4 ink. The paper is folded in 
the middle, leading to the conclusion that itis a 
Rorschach, or "ink blot", test. 


Dr. Glass: ...Ok...but do you see any shapes? Like a 
butterfly, or a ocean, people, anything at all? 


Dr. Gears: No. 


Dr. Glass: Are you sure? It looked like you might have 
saw something there for a second... 


Dr. Gears: No. | see a collection of black, abstract 
shapes. 


Dr. Glass: ...Okay...we can try something else now... 
just...stop staring at me like that... 


Dr. Glass: ... 
Dr. Clef: ... 
Dr. Glass: So... what shall we talk... 


Dr. Clef: I've been kind of thinking about killing everyone 
in the base. 


Dr. Glass: ... what? 


Dr. Clef: Nothing. 


Dr. Glass: | thought you said you were thinking about 
killing everyone in the base. 


Dr. Clef: Are you kidding me? | never said that. Why 
would | say | sometimes think I'm going to wake up one 
morning, take my straight razor out of its jar of blue 
disinfectant, cut my assistant's throat, and then run 
through the halls of the base naked slashing anyone who 
gets in my way? 


Dr. Glass: You... you just said it again! 


Dr. Clef: Said what? Are you feeling all right, Dr. Glass? 
You look pale. 


Dr. Glass: You just threatened to brutally murder myself 
and everyone in the base!? 


Dr. Clef: No | didn't. 
Dr. Glass: Yes you did! I'll play it back, listen! 
<Sound of a tape recorder being played back> 


Dr. Clef: Really? All | hear is me telling you about 
waking up in the morning and shaving. 


Dr. Glass: WHAT? Listen! You just said... 


Dr. Clef: You know, Dr. Glass, auditory hallucinations 
are often caused by overwork and stress. Maybe you 
should take a break for a while. 


Dr. Glass: ... Clef, you're not getting out of this 
interview. You're merely trying to scare me into ending 
this interview early with inane threats of violence, and | 
must warn you that such cavalier tactics are clearly 
transparent, now if... 


Dr. Clef: Why would | do that? That's as ridiculous as