His childhood had come back to him. Living with his father, many 
times in poverty, but never in sadness. No mother. Possibly dead? 
Didn't matter. The brief distraction had been nice, but O5-13 still did 
not understand his situation. Standing up, he moved towards the 
crashing waves of the beach. As he approached, the waters calmed, 
and seemed to freeze. A tentative step onto the water revealed that 
he was able to walk on it, despite small shoals still popping up 
around him. 


The sunset was ahead of him. With nowhere else to go, he stepped 
forwards. The sun got larger as he approached, like a backdrop ona 
painted set. He moved forwards until the rest of the pink sky had 
disappeared, leaving only the yellow of the sun. -13 stuck his hands 
out towards the yellow, revealing that it was also solid. A sliver of 
silver caught his eye, and he noticed a doorknob. 


Twisting the door open, O5-13 stepped into the sun. 


O5-13 walked down a set of stairs in what seemed to be an airport. 
Everyone around him spoke English, a language he was somewhat 
unfamiliar with. Several people waited at the bottom of the stairs 
with signs. Scanning the signs he picked out the only one in 
Russian. 


lo6po nokanoBaTb Bpay 


-13 could not tell wnat name was on the sign, just that it was his. 
Attempting to look at the sign gave him a headache. The man with 
the sign lit up with recognition upon seeing -13 descending the 
stairs. 


"My name is Dr. Misha Pajitnov." said the man in perfect Russian, "| 
attended one of your lectures on parapsychology before | got 
transferred to an American site. You have done wonderful work." 


"Thank you, but could | see some identification?" -13 responded 
somewhat curtly, "I didn't live this long in my line of work by getting 
into cars with people who just claim to know me." 


Dr. Pajitnov handed a piece of paper with an order from the Site 


Director and an ID badge. As -13 looked at the paper, it transformed 
in front of his eyes, as the scenery changed from a grungy airport to 
some sort of lab. The documentation regarding his processing to a 
new Site had been transformed into a research paper. A door 
opened behind him. 


"Still writing?" 
A man younger than he, yet his superior, stood in the doorway. 


"Doctor Buchanan, what a surprise to see you here so late." -13 
asked bemusedly, "When do you usually leave? Four hours early or 
five?" 


"You got me there. Site Director privilege | guess. Come with us, 
we're getting drinks. Leave the papers to the Junior Researchers." 


"Can't. Working. Too many anomalies, too little time." 


"You'll burn yourself out this way. When was the last time you had a 
drink?" 


"Years. Don't plan on drinking again. Too much money to just waste 
time." 


"Well if you change your mind, pretty much everybody will be down 
the road. | guess you'll be hanging out with Site security again 
tonight." 


"| like them. They don't talk as much as you." 
"Cheeky. | could fire you at any time you know.” 
"You wont. You like me too much." 


The young man rejoined the other researchers, and finally left -13 
alone. O5-13 turned back to his previous paper. 


OFFICIAL 05 SUMMONS 


Looking up from the paper, -13 found himself in a conference room 
with several other people. 


"What was | called here for?" -13 asked, concernedly, "Is there an 
issue?" 


"We... have had some issues with your home country." the man at 
the end of the table asked, "We do not display the members of the 
O5 council to everybody, and unfortunately our member from the 
Soviet Union has passed. We need you on this council or we risk... 
complications." 


"Forgive me for my rudeness but am | to assume that | have been 
some sort of back-up all along?” 


"Don't flatter yourself." a woman two seats away from him said, "We 
have had several other candidates. However, you outperformed the 
others, so congratulations. Welcome to the O5 council." 


"Is that... it? Do | get a choice?" 


"Of course. You can refuse and pass up a chance to alter the fate of 
the entire world, but you wouldn't make our decisions harder would 
you?" 


"I like my Site though. | have a lot of work going on there. The 
people are good." 


"How naive. Security, please take him to get amnestized." 


"Is this necessary? | don't even know where | am right now and I'm 
sure I'll forget your faces." 


"Do you think we got this far by being careless? Could you please 
take him to room 13?" 


"Yes ma'am. Standard or special?" 
"Special please. This man is very important." 


-13 was escorted to Amnestization Room 13, and placed into a chair 
with straps. The straps were placed around his wrists and ankles 
rather roughly. 


"Whats the order?" the woman asked over the intercom. 


"Special order, no past, when he wakes up, tell him about his job 
and such." 


"Gotcha." 


"What do you mean? She said to just clear the last day or so. 
Hello?" 


As the first syringe went in, the room around him became the 
conference room he was in earlier. He sits in his chair and waits. 


Another day, goes by, this time he has to resolve a tie. He waits 
more 


His skin grows wrinkled and gray. He grows older, usually sitting ina 
chair, waiting to have to make a decision. 


They give him a treatment so he ages back a bit. The mind stays old 
but the body becomes new. He sits in the chair and waits. 


A snapshot of his decisions over the measure of seconds. He ages 
forwards, sometimes backwards, sitting in a chair, just waiting until 
he has to make a hard choice. 


He makes a decision to make himself immortal. Wasn't even a 
difficult decision, or a tiebreaker like it tended to be. A unanimous 
vote to escape death's cold grasp. 


And eventually, the chair he sits in is a beach chair, with a vodka in 
his hand, older than he has ever been, but feeling as young as can 
be. 


| imagine | should wake up sometime soon. Would be nice to stay 
here a bit longer though. Does this happen every night? 


The area around his periphery darkened, moving in gradually. 
My name is- 
His thoughts were interrupted by the dark finally closing around his 


vision. The last thing he could see was the sun setting across the 
horizon. 


ink. 


Input: One (1) piece of paper with certain equations 
relating to special relativity. 

Setting: Rough 

Output: A pile of wood pulp, and several drops of black 
ink. 


Input: One (1) piece of paper with certain equations 
relating to special relativity. 

Setting: Coarse 

Output: Eighteen children's multiplication flashcards. 


Input: One (1) piece of paper with certain equations 
relating to special relativity. 

Setting: 1:1 

Output: One (1) piece of paper featuring diagrams of 
Pythagoras' five polyhedral elements. 


Input: One (1) piece of paper with certain equations 
relating to special relativity. 

Setting: Fine 

Output: A ceramic tile with small, black glyphs. The 
symbols have not been identified yet. 


Input:One (1) piece of paper with certain equations 
relating to special relativity. 

Setting: Very Fine 

Output: A small, black cube made out of a complex 
alloy. The cube emits a keening tone in the presence of 
photons. 


Name: Dr. Disk 
Date: 2013/06/01 
Total Items: Five (5) different bronze ingots, 1 kg each. 


Input: One (1) 1 kilogram bronze ingot 

Setting: Rough 

Output: Twenty (20) different bronze nuggets, average 
mass 50 g. 


05-13 lays on the ground. An unkillable man is dead, as are the 12 
other unkillable people. He had been shot several times. The light 
had faded from his eyes, his immortality stripped from him. A life 
lived many times over. An old man, older than what should've been 
possible. A man who had worked with impossibility every day until it 
became mundane, just a job. 


His name was 05-13. He has no other names. 


Observations 


| think | like this place. Agent told me that as long 
as | stayed nice and quiet, the Foundation would treat 
me well. It's kind of lonely being stuck in an empty cell for 
several days, but | guess it's a fresh change of pace from 
that musty old park. | wonder why | never left earlier. 


The Foundation people keep taking me to this special 
room where they keep doing random things to me. First 
they tell me to write things, then they repeatedly ask me 
questions while they poke and prod me, and sometimes 
they just tell me to lie on a table for hours at a time. | 
should probably get around to figuring out what they're 
up to. 


| just noticed that the Foundation staff around me 
stopped referring to me by my number. It feels kinda 
nice. 


They've let me wander around part of the facility because 
of my good behavior, though they do have to keep an 
eye on me. I'm going to find out why these "humans" 
seem so different from me. 


I've been spending some time at the infirmary, just 
carrying out menial tasks, watching what the doctors do, 
and asking some questions. Apparently, humans aren't 
made out of cloth! They just wear it as some sort of outer 
skin, but underneath they have all these other things 
called muscle, bone, and tissue. | don't know what those 
are, but I'm pretty sure | don't have any of those. 


Something was odd today. | passed by Ben's room like | 
always do every morning, but he wasn't in it. I've asked 
everybody | know what happened to him, but they all just 
look away and pretend he never existed. Then __, the 


security chief, pulls me aside and tells me to forget about 
Ben, for my own good. From the look in his eyes, | could 
have sworn was scared of the same thing happening 
to me. 


| never did find out what happened to Ben. 


My days have gotten far busier after Dr. told me | 
was going to get a job at the Foundation. You wouldn't 
believe how excited | was to able to do something helpful 
for the people who've worked so hard to take care of me! 
Usually | just cart boxes from room to room, though 
sometimes they just make me sit in a room with some 
other objects. Sometimes I'll just sit there for what seems 
like hours while sometimes the doctors tell me to do 
random things. | do remember one time | had to go into a 
vacuum chamber and inspect the walls for leaks. 
Apparently, humans need to breathe this stuff called air, 
or something. 


Things have gotten much more hectic lately, and to be 
honest, I'm quite scared. Doctors and research 
assistants are carting crates everywhere, SCPs are 
being moved or disappearing altogether, and like that 
time with Ben, everybody | know is trying really hard to 
pretend everything is perfectly normal. I've learned at this 
point that it's a good idea to not ask questions and just 
continue with your work. 


Dr. locked me in a room with a toaster for a week. If 
that's some sort of joke, | don't really get it. 


So | managed to land a temporary job at the Site 
infirmary. Like me, humans can be sewed back together, 
but it's just a bit more complicated. Either way, I'm pretty 
good at suturing, and | spend my time reading the 
doctor's books and files so | can understand how the 
equipment and medical procedures work. It took a while, 
but | managed to memorize every organ and bone in the 
human body and what they do. I'm pretty sure it'll be 
useful later on. 


Dr. just told me that | might start working with Euclid 
and Keter level SCPs soon! The thought of it is real 
exciting, and my heart would be pounding if | had one! 


Adminstrative Note: After careful review of these 
writings, it has been determined that stricter but discreet 
security measures for Site- must be implemented. Also, 
Dr. , his staff, and all related personnel must attend 
a mandatory "Workplace Ethics" training seminar. 


Obsession's Price 


The journal entries included with this report were recovered from 
Researcher _ 's official research notes on SCP-589 following 
Incident 589-40. It is believed that Researcher was the first 
researcher to come under SCP-589's effect. 


Assigned to work on a new project today, first one since 
the hearing. It's nice to know somebody up there still 
thinks I've got my shit together. 


| really shouldn't dwell on it. | have a new fresh start. The 
new project is some kinda animal thing, with a pretty 
standard desire compulsion. It was kinda frumpy looking, 
but in a sort of cuteish way. I'm not sure if | was even 
supposed to see it, since later they briefed us that it was 
cognitohazardous. Meh. I'll keep that to myself. Last 
thing | need is an amnestic drill in my brain. 


Second week on the project, and things are going really 
swimmingly. Paul has been complimenting me on my 
diligent work, and | haven't gotten one reprimand yet. But 
| hope they let me see the doll soon. If | work my best 
they might let me see the doll. I've been thinking about it, 
and it's a little familiar. One of those things you can't 
quite put your finger on, but it's still there. 


Paul and | are going out to drinks tonight, with some of 
the other guys on the team. | like it here. We're building a 
real sense of camaraderie. Plus, this bar they all go to is 
really something else. Got like, a retro-disco theme. 


Submitted a request for greater research access. | think 
that if we're going to study it's effects, we should be able 
to see it. For science. 


This is taking too long. | have submitted 3 requests for 


access, and they have all been denied. Ridiculous. 
Nobody else has worked on this as | have, | deserve to 
be able to check to see where | know it from. | thought 
Paul was my friend. He looked at my paper and you 
know what he did? He /aughed. if | can't find a way to get 
access this way, I'm going to have to find another way in. 


| did it. | found a gap where security isn't around for a 4 
minute window. | used my access pass to get in, and 
there it was. i think it really is Freddy. | picked him up, 
and | helped him stand. | took a picture with my phone so 
| can have him with me. Everybody needs to see him. 
Everyone deserves to see it. 


Got Alan in today. He was just as enthralled as | was. 
Said it smelled like his grandmas house. Kind of weird, 
but whatever, he deserved to see it. Had a close call with 
security, but | managed to talk my way out of it. Alan's on 
board with showing more people, and | have an idea of 
who | want to show next. 


Something is wrong something is very very very wrong. 
Paul is asking me funy questins, and everyone on site 
seems to be on edge. Security was looking at our 
workstations today and Alan was taken away. The 
people we showed were being given funny looks. | don't 
know whats going to happen 


All gone. Freddy isn't in the cell. Nobody knows where he 
went. He isn't on my phone he isn't in the photos he isn't 
anywhere at all. | really hope that we can find him soon. 
Susan was starting to panic, but | calmed her down. We'll 
find it. 


| can't find it. | looked everywhere. | looked inside the 
cell, outside the cell. | searched everybodys room. Went 
outside and scoured the area, couldn't find anything. 
People are starting to get unhinged. Susan jumped out a 
window and broke. Need to find it before someone else 
gets hurt. 


Paul must have it. he's the only one who | didn't search 
his room. he was the only one who we didn't show. It 
must be him. A couple of the guys and | are going to talk 
to him after hours today. Sure that he'll be cooperative. 


Went through Paul today. Nothing in his room, nothing in 
him. He told us he had it when we had him, but he didn't 
he is a liar. We hid him in Jess's room, and cleaned up 
the bathroom. Next one we search is the Director.