"Your people came in with bullets and fire," the woman calling 
herself Asherah said. "The Library only harms those who seek to 


harm others. Or to damage the Library itself, or worst of all, the 
books. Your people tried all three." 


"Well, | certainly don't plan to set anyone on fire today," Sophia said 
dryly. "You're sure | won't be attacked anyway?" 


"We're sure," the black cat said. The cat could speak, Sophia 
reminded herself. She'd been trying to get used to that for the past 
few hours. One of the more obviously anomalous Hand members 
she'd just met. The other being the woman who appeared to be able 
to control the colors of herself and her surroundings. Some relation 
to 598, she wondered? 


"You're with us now," the cat continued. "As long as you keep your 
word, you will be safe." 


Sophia chose to let the comment slide. She supposed it was true, 
after all. For now. 


"Don't act so worried," the woman with the shifting rainbow skin said. 
"You're going to save the world. Here's how we get started." 


The motley group walked through the Way, and entered the 
Wanderer's Library. 
O5-1's body rested on the floor at the foot of his chair, slumped 


where he had fallen. 


05-2 looked up at The Harbinger. His form was so bright... so 
angelic... but she still wasn't fooled. 


"You're not one of 343's?" she asked. 
"Of course not," he said. 


"Good," she said. "You know... In another future, we got to grow old 
together." 


The glowing being stepped towards her, sword in hand. "I know." 


He made the cut quick, rapid, and as painless as possible. 


When she was dead, he closed her eyes, and leaned down, planting 
a kiss on her lips. 


"I'm sorry, Sophie," he said. 


The fiery red and white angelic hosts of Yahweh clashed with an 
almost equally large army on their path across the Middle East. This 
army was made up of humanoid soldiers, animals, and more 
monstrous creatures, all featureless and black as pitch. Where they 
walked, blackness flowed across the land, the bushes, the trees, the 
rivers, and anything that touched it suffocated and died. The 
creatures and the blackness had all come from one place: the ink 
pen known as SCP-505. 


They were almost a match for Yahweh's army. Almost. 


The angels were a true army, not a mass of monsters. Innumerable 
white swords flashed. Black creatures flew into pieces and 
dissolved. Angels fell with gaping wounds, or suffocated, covered in 
ink. But in the end, the winner was clear. 


The angels were hardly highly-developed reality benders, but they 
shared some of their Master's power. As they marched, they 
removed the ink contamination with their Master's borrowed power 
and healed the land. For now. This was the wrong apocalypse - the 
world was to perish in fire, not in ink, and certainly not before 
Yahweh gave the final command. 


They heard the roars of other monsters, far off in the distance. 
Giants strode across the horizon. There was no time to waste. They 
would soon come into conflict again, with their Master only knew 
what. They had expected an army of demons and men, not... this. 
Why had their Master not warned them? 


The angels marched through the scattering ink-beings, and crested 
a hill to find their way blocked by a massive mountain range that had 
not been there before, that had simply not existed five minutes 
before. 


The mountain in the center of the range was more monolith than 


mountain, and oddly shaped. It almost looked like a hand... with an 
upraised middle finger... 


As the hosts of heaven watched in disbelief, giant flaming letters 
erupted into being across the mountain range. In moments, the 
letters formed a single sentence, burned across the land, a sentence 
big enough to be visible from space. 


The sentence read, "ARE WE COOL YET?" 
Alone now, the Harbinger let his light dim. Let his disguise and 


power slip away, leaving nothing but the ordinary human being 
underneath. 


He could think of himself by his real name now. Troy Lament. He 
closed his eyes and felt the relief of being able to think that again. 
To be human. 


Of course... ‘Troy Lament' wasn't his rea/ name either. Not really. 


Troy found and opened the file folder on O5-1's computer labeled 
"Jeremiah Colton." The access codes he already knew, and entered. 


He read the files for a long time. 
Then he sat staring at the screen for even longer. 
Then he pulled up another window. 
IDENTIFICATION CODE REQUIRED. 
He typed in his name. 
WELCOME JEREMIAH COLTON. 
YOU HAVE (1) NEW MESSAGE. 
DISPLAY? [Y/N] 


If you are reading this, you know what to do. 


At this point, SCP-606 halted the interview and refused to answer 
further questions for some days from Dr. . Subsequent 
interviews have gained little more information of significance on 
SCP-606 or the subjects it claims to know about. 


Addendum 606-2: After reviewing the reports on 606, in particular 
Experiment 606- -, I'm becoming increasingly suspicious that the 
deaths of its ‘students' are not accidental. The possibility that it has 
some malevolent purpose completely independent of its ‘teaching’ 
cannot be discounted. Yes, everybody says that it's just trying to 
'‘teach' people, but all we know is that it causes them to keel over 
and die. No solid evidence for it actually being what we think it is has 
been uncovered. We don't even have any way of stopping this damn 
thing - countermeasures research should be a top priority for 
Section in collaboration with the 606 staff group. A Keter upgrade 
must be taken into consideration. 


- Dr. Major 
« SCP-605 | SCP-606 | SCP-607 » 


I'm sorry. We all are. 


The note was unsigned. 
Troy hesitated only a moment before continuing to type. 
The machine replied. 
Does the black moon howl? 
He typed in his response. 
When the foundations crumble. 
The machine processed for a moment. 
Activation Phrase Required. Please Speak Now. 


Troy Lament spoke the word, only now fully understanding what it 
meant, both for him and for the future of the Foundation. 
"Ganymede." 


The message went out to every single secure facility associated with 
the Foundation, to every terminal, to every member of personnel 
above Level 1. When the Administrator read it, she sat back in her 
chair. The message was short, to the point, and final. 


Announcement to all locations: Initiate Ganymede 
Protocol. All Sites are independent from this point 
onward. 


Godspeed. 


End of Act 1. 


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Now... This 


Three weeks into a possible future... 


THIS IS A RUSH TRANSCRIPT. THIS COPY MAY NOT BE IN ITS 
FINAL FORM AND MAY BE UPDATED. 


RANDI KAYE, CNN ANCHOR: From CNN world headquarters in 
Atlanta, this is EARLY START WEEKEND. 


(VIDEO CLIP) 


KAYE: The island nation of Sri Lanka was transformed literally 
overnight as an obscure deity claimed rulership over the country and 
its people. The reactions of those left behind, as well as our 
continuing coverage of the ends of the world. 


And, in Cameroon today, President Paul Biya has officially 
requested the intervention of the African Union and NATO in dealing 
with a spate of possessions which threaten to destabilize the nation. 
What all this has to do with an extinct witch-cult. 


And, along with the ascension of Zuhhak and death, it's one of the 
unavoidables of life. That's right: taxes. But one Silicon Valley 
entrepreneur is looking to gameify filing tax returns, giving us 
something to look forward to come April 15th. 


It's Friday, March 22th. Good morning, everyone. I'm Randi Kaye. 
Clifford Schwab is currently on indefinite medical leave due to 
severe locust inhalation. We wish him a speedy recovery. 


We start today in South Asia where an obscure island nation, best 
known for one of the longest-running civil wars in modern history 
and its many varieties of tea, has become a literal heaven on Earth 
thanks to the efforts of an obscure deity. 


On Thursday morning, Afanam, the Great Creator, Lord of All 


Wisdom and Holiness, was almost completely unknown outside of a 
small group of followers. 


By Thursday evening, he ruled over the Indian Ocean island of Sri 
Lanka, where he had struck down all tyranny and injustice and 
instituted a new quote "free love and love-all" reign. 


Correspondent Gunavati Mahale brings us more. 
(BEGIN VIDEOTAPE) 


MAHALE: Sri Lanka. The pearl of the Indian Ocean. Despite heated 
fighting in Bangledesh, the country was relatively untouched by the 
Ongoing religious battles in the region. Until now. At approximately 
12:15 PM, local time, Afanam, an almost-unknown god materialized 
in the offices of Sri Lankan president Mahinda Rajapaksa and 
claimed sovereignty over the country, demanding that Rajapaksa 
immediately relinquish control. 


Rajapaksa refused and was destroyed by a glance from the deity. 
Afanam then proceeded to proclaim the entire nation to be his 
domain, dissolving parliament by erasing both the building and its 
225-person membership from existence. 


Over the next six hours, numerous radical reforms were enacted, 
including an end to all violence and inequality, the execution of all 
tax collectors, the elimination of clothing and all forms of currency. 


Next, the god-ruler joined with his subjects in one mind, reportedly 
informing them, quote "your days of suffering are at an end. Gather 
around my throne for all eternity, in free and communal love and free 
from pain and suffering, and sing my praises unending." 


The eccentric deity then materialized every one of the twenty million 
Sri Lankans to the capital city of Colombo, where it allegedly 
instructed its assembled subjects to, quote "go at it." Early reports 
suggest that nearly a thousand Sri Lankans died from the initial 
shock of sudden materialization. 


When asked for comment, the spokescrystal for Afanam said the 
following. 


ARANDRALCASE LUBRUSANTIOPALIU, SRI LANKAN PRESS 
SECRETARY: All is well. The Sri Lankan people have happily begun 
worshiping the light, perfect and unimpeachable, that is Afanam, as 
they will do for the rest of time. There is nothing more to be said. 


MAHALE: When pressed on how these developments might impact 
efforts at reproachment between ethnic Tamil and Sinhalese, 
Lubrusantiopaliu emitted a high-frequency humming that melted all 
plastic in the vicinity. Immediately afterwards, all journalists found 
themselves returned to their cities of origins. 


Gunavati Mahale, CNN, Mumbai. 
(END VIDEOTAPE) 


KAYE: Thank you, Gunavati. If you are currently in Sri Lanka, tweet 
your situation, along with the hashtag #afanamcnn, and give us your 
take on the events of today. 


While Afanam might have come down in Sri Lanka, his most devout, 
and indeed, only followers were a small group known as "The 
Followers of Light." Scott O'Hara brings us the other side of the 
day's most shocking story: that of faithful left behind. 


(BEGIN VIDEOTAPE) 

O'HARA: It's a bright sunny day here in Pollensbee, Texas. The 
perfect day for a picnic or tree climbing or a nude love-in. But the 
atmosphere here at the "Righteous Light" compound is anything but 
sunny. 


SISTER MENSYIA, ANAFAM DEVOTEE: It's just like, a bummer, 
y'know? Why not us? We're all Afanam's children and whatever, but, 
like, really? 


O'HARA: Despite being the only followers of Afanam, the "Followers 
of Light" found yesterday morning that the paradise their leader had 
prophesied had come about. In Sri Lanka. 


Starting in 1978, Charles Garrison, a miner-turned-drifter, claimed to 
have revelations from a god he called Afanam. Despite several run- 
ins with the IRS and local law enforcement, Garrison, who in 1985 
legally changed his name to "The Beloved," continued to attract a 


following with his message of simple communal living, communion 
with nature, and free love. 


At the time of his death in 2009, Garrison's movement had over two 
hundred followers, most choosing to live in the "Righteous Light" 
compound here in Pollensbee, Texas. 


However, with the revelation late last night that Afanam had chosen 
the people of Sri Lanka for his heaven, the fate of the compound 
and its inhabitants has become unclear. Some, such as Father 
Leisabu, de-facto leader of the movement, are optimistic. 


FATHER LEISABU, SENIOR ANAFAM FOLLOWER: We'll keep 
soldiering on, definitely... definitely. We didn't stop when the wicked 
world invaded us in '89 for sharing our love, or when they tried to 
take more from our old lives. It's like... if Afanam doesn't find us 
worthy, we'll keep purifying ourselves until he does. 


O'HARA: However, others are less sure of themselves. 


MENSYVIA: | mean, I've been here for, like, ever. And I've lived on 
the earth and | been simple and | let go of my ego or whatever. So if 
Afanam doesn't want to choose me, screw ‘im. | been doing right 
according to lots of religions. Wiccans, some ‘a the Quakers, 
Unitarians, probably, all the Buddhists. Hell, | heard the Northern 
Fifthers are taking anyone they can find. It's a seller's market, man. 
Unless there's a sign or something, | might just move on. 


O'HARA: While the Path of Light claimed to reveal the questions of 
the cosmos, it hasn't been able to answer one just yet: "What now?" 


Scott O'Hara, CNN, Pollensbee, Texas. 
(END VIDEOTAPE) 


KAYE: Thank you, Scott. Later tonight, be sure to catch Fareed 
Zakaria GPS tonight at 7 PM, where he'll be asking Kalki, final 
avatar of Vishnu, what this means for the eschatological conflict 
raging throughout South Asia. 


And, after the break, we'll be taking a look at Cameroon, where a 
gang of minor deities has been causing chaos through mass 


possessions. Stick around. 
(COMMERCIAL BREAk) 


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In the End: Monkey Business 


On a shelf, in an office, three little monkeys sit in a locked box. 
They've been there for years, never moving, only doing their job. 
Now... Now something is different. They are different. Once more, 
they can move, and speak, as they did in days of old... 


The first little monkey twists his head from side to side, his hands 
stills clasped firmly over his eyes. "Is anyone there?" 


The second little monkey, his hands clasped firmly across his ears, 
sees his brother move. "Holy shit, a talking monkey!" 


The third little monkey, his hands firmly across his mouth, rolls his 
eyes in frustration. He raises a leg, and taps his deaf brother, then 
gestures at the lid. 


The Blind Monkey shakes his head to clear it. "Where are we 
brothers?" 


The Deaf Monkey talks, despite not hearing the answers. "| see a 
way out! If we all throw ourselves against the wall, we can make our 
prison move!" 


The Dumb Monkey nods his head, holding up a foot with three 
fingers. He counts down, and, on three, they throw themselves 
against the wall. Well, the Dumb and the Deaf ones do, the Blind 
one needs to be nudged to do it. The little monkeys repeat this 
pattern several times, until the box they are in tumbles to the floor. 


The lock shatters, and three little monkeys climb out into a world that 
is not ready for them. They stroll, quite confidently, down the halls of 
Site 19, unaware of the trouble they leave in their wake. 


A researcher spots the first monkey as he inputs his security code. 
Suddenly blind, he hits the wrong button, unlocking a secure 
containment door instead of locking it. "What the fuck is that noise?" 


are the last words he ever speaks. 


An agent spots the second monkey as he responds to the alarm 
klaxon. When the alarm goes quiet from his point of view, he re- 
holsters his gun, and signals an all clear. "Wait, no, it's still out!" is 
the last thing he says.