paragraphs 1 through 13 as is fully set forth 
herein. 

15. The conduct of the Defendant was 
fraudulent, ethically unacceptable, and 
malicious, and has damaged both the Plaintiff 
and the public in manners characteristic of the 
Defendant's current and past behavior as an 
organization. 

16. As a direct and proximate result of the 
conduct of the Defendant, the Plaintiff is 
entitled to an award of punitive damages 
against the Defendant in an amount to be 
determined by a jury at the trial of this matter. 
It is the Plaintiff's desire for the Jury to 
consider an award of FOUR HUNDRED 
THOUSAND DOLLARS ($400,000.00) to 
mitigate the impact of the Defendant's actions. 


Plaintiff pleads with the court and jury to 


WHEREFORE, the Defendant prays the Court 
as follows: 


1. That the Plaintiff have and recover judgment 
against the Defendant for compensatory 
damages in excess of TWO HUNDRED AND 
FIFTY THOUSAND and 00/100 Dollars 
($250,000.00); 

2. That the Plaintiff have and recover 
judgement against the Defendant for punitive 
damages in an amount of FOUR HUNDRED 
THOUSAND and 00/100 Dollars 
($400.000.00) or an amount less than or 
greater than that amount, to be determined by 
a jury at the trial of this matter; 

3. That the costs of this action be taxed by the 
Court against the Defendant; 

4. For trial by jury on all issues so triable; and 
5. For such other and further relief as to the 
Court seems just and proper. 


Input: One (1) aforementioned keycard 

Setting: Fine 

Output: One (1) clearance level five keycard. The card 
was demagnetized and discarded. 


Input: One (1) aforementioned keycard 

Setting: Very fine 

Output: One (1) keycard, belonging to a nonexistent 
company, "Arwachenzelli". Upon insertion into a keycard 
reader, it will cause an immediate short-circuit. 


Name: Dr. Mason 

Date:07/06/17 

Input: Five (5) realtime location beacons, standard 
Foundation issue. 

Note: The area above and around SCP-914 was set with 
receivers before this test. In this test, all directional 
notation is relative to the central "Intake" and "Output" 
booths, i.e., a subject standing at the mainspring is 
facing "North". 


Input: One (1) tracking beacon 

Setting: Rough 

Output: Small amounts of various scrap metals and 
other composite materials of tracking beacons. 

Path: Within the first 0.15 seconds, the signal was traced 
to move 3.41 meters "North" before turning exactly 
ninety one (91) degrees. Signal was lost after another 
0.3 meters. 


Input: One (1) tracking beacon 

Setting: Coarse 

Output: One (1) tracking beacon, with battery and 
transceiver unit removed. No other visible damage. 
Path: While again initially traveling "North" for 3.414 
meters, the tracking device remained functional for 
almost twice the amount of time as the first trial. This 
path appeared to follow the outer edges of the 
rectangular main body of SCP 914 before the signal was 
lost. 


Respectfully submitted this the day of June, 
20 . 


Pro Se Plaintiff 
By: [IDENTIFYING SIGNATURE REMOVED] 


Pro Se Plaintiff 


Mailing Address: 


P.O. BOX 
WILMINGTON, NC 284 


Street Address: 


Court 
P.O. BOX 
WILMINGTON, NC 284 


South Coast Paper was slammed with a lawsuit — albeit a 
reasonably sized one against a corporate entity their size — froma 
pro se plaintiff claiming that the company's true operator, the SCP 
Foundation, had launched a slanderous campaign against them 
after they publicized the fact that South Coast Paper is a front 
company raking in profits solely to benefit the Foundation. 


As we know, the Foundation using fronts to fund their research and 
operations is not unheard of. The only difference is that nowadays, 
they're no longer immune to the repercussions of illegitimate 
business conduct. With the unlawful operation and ownership of 
South Coast Paper being brought to light, we are left to wait and 
wonder as to what the results will be. Will New Hanover County 
decide to take the side of the Plaintiff — and of the law — and 
recognize not only the Foundation's fraudulent corporate activity, but 
also the harassment of the Plaintiff that took place? With nowhere 
left to turn and no way to quell the resulting public outcry, the only 


option remaining is to face the music; a lifetime of secrecy and lying 
to the populace can only get an organization so far, and this may 
indeed be the end of the road for the southeastern branches. 


That said, they've been through worse and erased it, and awareness 


Site-42, Seabreeze, North Carolina 
June ,20 


Agent Trauss is tired for his age. It's something he feels 
in his bones, no matter how much young muscle is 
surrounding them. He grunts under his breath as he 
seats himself at his handler's desk, hair disheveled and 
glossy under the single white light fixed above the 
stainless steel and concrete surfaces of the room. 


"Good evening. | haven't seen you in a while." 
"Well, get your face out of the shadows, then." 


Kenton Lookingbill scoots his chair forward, allowing 
himself to smirk. "You know how it is. Hey, at least you 
hear my voice on the radio." 


"What do you have me down here for? You've got a look 
on your face like it's bad news, | gotta say." 


"No sir. Just a task we need you to carry out. It's 
important." 


"I'm all ears." 


Lookingbill opens his clipboard and removes a folded 
tabloid-size diagram of a small electronic 
device, sliding it across the desk. He watches Trauss 
study it in silence. 


"Is this our newest tech, or something?" 


"It's about to be. This is one iteration improved from the 
original." 


"And who made the original?" 


"Bruce Schulman, an MC&D entrepreneur from New 
York." 


"And this is a... this is the opposite of amnestics, and 
you type inthe memory you're recovering? Is this 
anomalous?" 


"Yes-" 
"You know | don't like using anomalous tech." 


"Hold your fire, though, son. Like | said, that's V2.0, right 
there. It's not nearly as unstable as Schulman's, and his 
is out there on the market. Has been for years." 


"Alright, So are you assigning one of these to my 
inventory, or what?" Trauss folds the paper back in half 
and sets it on the table. 


"Not permanently, no." Lookingbill retrieves another 
document from inside his clipboard. 


"Alright, then what's this about?" 


"It's about two things. First, it's about a lawsuit, and 
second, it's about a skip. As an example, remind me, are 
you familiar with line fishing?" 


".,.Oh, Christ. Don't tell me 3848 is involved in this. 
ARTMET wasn't fun to learn and it's not fun to use. I've 
finally stopped having the headaches." 


"You're going to have to double down on your cannabis 
consumption, then, because you've got a few headaches 
en route." 


"Hell. Alright, tell me what Wilmington's forgotten about 
this time, then." 


"Nothing, yet. But as you've probably seen in the monthly 


Level 4 information emails, things are not shaping up 
well in most parts of the world right now. 3848 is 
knocking out a hell of a lot of concepts in a hell of a lot of 
places, and fast. We're up to several a day at this point. 
A point where logging them all is becoming superfluous." 


"What's the plan?" 


"Your plan? Your plan is to deal with this lawsuit before it 
goes to trial. The Director's calling it Operation Styx, and 
he's rushing it. And the manner in which we need you to 
deal with it happens to be a very important test run of the 
technology on that blueprint, there. Track down the 
reporter that filed the suit, detain her, administer targeted 
Class-Cs with the assistance of two L3 security officers 
of your choice, use the modified Schulman device to 
construct a false but similar memory of doing business 
with South Coast Paper, and get her to drop the suit." 


"So you want me to instigate 42's biggest scandal since 
the Jacobson case, is what I'm hearing.” 


"...Beg your pardon?" 


"I'm not going to bullshit you, Kenton, we know each 
other too well. Pretend we're off the record for a second, 
here. Pretend we're sitting at my kitchen bar." 


Lookingbill puts his head in his hands. "No, Trauss, I've 
told you a million times that you can't just say it's off the 
record to make it off the record." 


"I'll say it on the record, then: There's no way in hell I'm 
doing that." 


"Why? You're perfect for this. This is a very high-level 
opportunity, here." 


"| don't touch these aspects of Foundation operations, 
Kenton. You know that about me. There's plenty of 
terrible shit that I'm willing to do, but it's field work." 


"This is field work." 


"No, this is dirty bureaucrat work. I'm not assassinating 
someone's memories because the paper company got 
caught. The Foundation broke the law. We were in the 
wrong. And | don't know the legitimacy of the libel 
aspect, but at this point, | wouldn't put it past us, and | 
really don't like saying that but for all | Know it could be 
true." 


"The publications about that reporter were- they were 
multifaceted, alright, they took a lot of angles and made 
for a lot of murky lines to cross or not cross. Having read 
all of them, | think we're on solid ground, if not entirely." 


"That's the longest line of bullshit I've heard you spin in a 
while." 


"Oh for fuck's sake, Trauss, just tell me if you understand 
the mission or not." 


"How does using this device on the reporter aid 3848 
containment efforts?" 


"The lead researcher at R&D already wrote the memory 
script for it." 


"So this is a trial run. What if it hurts her in some way we 
didn't predict? There are D-classes for this." 


"We can't use D-classes for this because the memory 
pathway needs to already be present, conceptually and 
in terms of the person's awareness of the subject matter. 
If this works, Director Radford will be able to greenlight 
the next phase of the project, and get this technology 
into a format that can be administered on a larger scale 
and more quickly. It's our last defense against these 
increasing waves of Lethe Events, frankly." 


He shakes his head side-to-side, slowly. "| don't know, | 
feel like there should be another way to go about this. 


Give the mission to someone else. This kind of shit, this 
kind of sneaky backstabbing shit — this isn't the 
Foundation | know, and I'm not going to represent that 
Foundation." 


Lookingbill widens his eyes, a doubtful glare centered on 
the younger man. "...Wow. Well, you're certainly a high 
enough rank that | can't force you." 


"Correct." 


They sit in silence for several seconds, making 
unblinking eye contact. 


"Well, that's that, then. I'll tell the Site Director to pick the 
next option." Lookingbill closes his clipboard with the two 
files back in it and stands from his chair. "You know the 
process." 


Trauss stands with an exasperated expression on his 
face and removes a canister of Class-A aerosol 
amnestics from a pouch on his belt. 


"Three seconds for 15 minutes." 


"Yeah, yeah." He shakes the can, muscle memory 
reminding him of how many times he's had to do this in 
the past year or two particularly. Lookingbill is watching 
him from across the table, looking disappointed as his 
employee takes a deep breath of cold, metallic-tasting air 
and liquid particles from the inhaler. 


3431 W. Telfair Circle, Seabreeze, North Carolina 
June ,20 


Trauss jams his key into the front door lock and 
immediately heads upstairs to his bathroom to brush his 
teeth. The emptiness of the small townhouse adds an 
additional pang of depression to the swirling mix of 
feelings in his chest, but he tries to stay distracted with 
getting the taste of amnestics out of his mouth. 


"Agent Trauss. Come in if you're available," a voice in his 
head says. He grimaces and twists the lower ring of the 
device attached to his tragus piercing after spitting his 
toothpaste into the sink. "| want the normal microphone 
back. | don't like having you in my head." 


"This is Site Director Radford." 


"Oh, hi." He coughs and sputters. "Thought you were 
Lookingbill. Sorry, uh, I'm brushing my teeth. Is 
something urgent?" 


"Not immediately. Why are you brushing your teeth?" 


Why are you barking in my comm-link at 7 PM on a 
Saturday? "| taste Class-As, is all. Nothing abnormal 
these days." 


"Ah, right, about that. I'm afraid those did you no good, 
because Lookingbill has gotten back to me about that 
thing you just wiped out and I'm not going to take no for 
an answer. We've got something urgent, a mission that 
requires someone with good publicity and a friendly face. 
And clearance level four or higher, and amnestics 
administration training and ARTMET certification. And 
there's only one person in 42 that fits that profile." 


"What do | need to do?" 


"We'll give you information as-needed every step of the 
way. You're going to be handling an anomalous device 
from R&D and administering Class-Cs to someone. 
Some undercover work posing as a reporter may be 
needed, but it's unlikely. We're probably going to take the 
direct route." 


Trauss looks himself in the mirror, his monochrome 
clothing bright and sterile despite its wrinkles and flecks 
of dirt accumulated throughout the day. He adjusts his 
collar and wipes a wet washcloth around the edges of his 
face. "Where should | go and when?" 


"Come down to Room A4 of R&D at 42. Nine in the 
morning, sharp." 


"Am | going to be leaving straight from 42? Should | bring 
the car?" 


"Yes, and no. Drive the bike." 
"Shit, really? Full PPO uniform and everything?" 


"Full gear. Bring one or two L3 field ops with you. | don't 
care who you pick, you're just gonna need some physical 
backup." 


"Oh yikes. Alright, will do," Trauss says, eager to 
disconnect. Radford's crisp speaking tone and 
enunciation borders on irritating most of the time, and 
this conversation is no exception. 


"There's the agent | know. See you in the AM." 
"Copy that." 


His earpiece beeps once to indicate the connection was 
ended. He breathes a sigh of relief and starts to undress 
for the night, making plans to knock on Agent Rogers' 
door first thing in the morning. 


Firstly, we saw with the Jacobson case that Site-42 — not just the 
Foundation as a whole, as that's old news, but the Wilmington 
branch specifically — is not immune to internal corruption taking 
place locally. That opened the door for a world of new opportunities 
for malpractice on the Foundation's part, be they social, legal, or 
(heaven forbid) ethical; when a group has, across the span of 
history, never been held directly accountable for its actions, that 
group ends up seeing itself as exempt from society's rules and 
exempt from any accountability that may apply. They end up 
thinking that they've always known best and they always will know 
best, because they've never given humanity a chance to tell them 
otherwise. 


This poses a challenge to anyone looking to expound or capitalize 
upon the parts of the Foundation that are beneficial to humanity — 
the STEM advancements they and their partners have achieved, 
namely — because involvement with the Foundation is by nature 
getting the full package, even in marketing. You cannot invest time, 
money, or resources in just one branch of the Foundation, because 
the core of the Foundation itself is an oligarchy of supervisors with a 
limitless reach and no behavioral restrictions which operates through 
each and every channel of the organization's activities, right down to 
the actions of their individual employees. 


These days, | often ask myself as a reporter why Foundation personn« 


Site-42, Seabreeze, North Carolina 
June ,20 


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