now that | talked to you 
| feel like I'm thinking much clearer right now 


If you're calmed down, please just let me help. We can sort this out. 


no 

it's all the more reason to leave you alone 
you're really nice to me, more than anyone 
helped me with everything 


and | mean 
| just pretty much insulted your god 
haha 


| just cannot drag you into this 
I've already started, I'll do this, still have pieces of stuff left, it will have to 


No, Fang, please! 


| hate it here anyway 


Fang, listen to me, I'm willing to help. 


Fang. 


Fang. 


+ Log 2017/03/05 


Tri 01010100 01110010 01101001 


Fang? Is that you? 


Here to say goodbye 01001000 01100101 01110010 01100101 001000( 
01101111 00100000 01110011 01100001 01111001 00100000 
01100111 01101111 01101111 01100100 01100010 01111001 
01100101 


What happened? Are you okay? 


It is done and thank you 01001001 01110100 00100000 01101001 0111 
01100100 01101111 01101110 01100101 00100000 01100001 
01101110 01100100 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100001 
01101110 01101011 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 


You just hold on, whatever happened, | can decode this, just need to sw 


| must now follow His way 01001001 00100000 01101101 01110101 01° 
00100000 01101110 01101111 01110111 00100000 01100110 
01101111 01101100 01101100 01101111 01110111 00100000 
01001000 01101001 01110011 00100000 01110111 01100001 
01111001 


No shit shit shit, come back Fang! 


Come back! 


No. 


Extranormal Event #20170305 


Event Description: At 3 P.M. local time, 167 individuals 
reported experiencing a sudden "awareness" of a great 

web surrounding them as they passed by the residence 

of one Dale Fang. Witnesses described sensing a giant 

snake emerging from the residence, flying up along the 

web's lines. Accounts conflict, but the web was typically 

described as metallic, while the snake was described as 
"mechanical". 


Date of Occurrence: 03/05/2017 
Location: San Francisco, CA 


Follow-up Actions Taken: Witnesses were given 
amnestics. The residence was searched and two 
anomalous objects were located. 


AOQ#83628 is the body of Dale Fang. Despite no brain 
activity, the body remains functional and heals from 
damage via anomalous means. A large incision extends 
from the subject's forehead to its chest; this injury neither 
heals nor results in any discernible blood loss. 


AOQ#83629 is a computing device in base 8. 


3 3 


. Due to its 
similarity with SCP-2481-1, it has been relocated to 
Site-143 for further study. 


Research into the owner's smart phone found no useful 


information. 


Welcome to History 


Hello, and welcome to Historical Site-19. I'm your tour guide 
Alexandra, and you may call me Alex. 


Before we begin, | would like to ask you to turn off your personal 
reality devices, or set them to Baseline Mode. Thaumiel Mode for 
those possessing reality-altering abilities and/or magical talents. 
This site has great historical value, but has a delicate nature 
because of uncontrolled anomalous activities in the past. 
Disturbances may cause irrecoverable damage, and those who 
breach this rule may be penalized. 


All done? Good. Now we can begin the tour. Please follow my voice. 


As you may know, Historical Site-19 is an important part of the 
Foundation history, and of the world history in general, to an extent. 
It functioned as one of the largest facilities back in the Age of 
Containment. Many great discoveries and innovations were made 
here, as well as great losses and regrets. We will be visiting some of 
these in our tour today. 


We are now in the main hall of the site. The famous logo here on the 
wall is the original, as it was specifically extracted from the past and 
preserved with a Static Temporal Sink. You may now receive a map 
of the facility along with other related information by linking to 

HS19 Connection through compatible devices, organs, or 
metaphysical components. This tour will only be covering the 
Scranton Wing, the Atzak Wing, the Mechanical Labs, and finally, 
the Resting Area. 


To better preserve the artifacts, we have relocated a number of 
important items from that period here. Religious items are not 
available, as they are mainly kept by respective churches and 
deities. Note that rearrangements of the items have been made for 
convenience purposes. Therefore, while the layout of the site was 
preserved, few items are in their original places or conditions. You 


may look up past and alternative iterations of Site-19 in the Timeline 
Observatory in the Xyank Wing once the tour is over. 


Now, please step on the teleportation module, and we will proceed 
to the Scranton Wing. Please be cautious of the edges and remain 
within the platform. If you accidentally receive any injuries, up to 
becoming physically deceased, please proceed to the Medical Bay. 
The staff there will restructure your body. As Hume levels within the 
facility are strictly controlled, attempting to cure yourself is not 
advisable. 


| see that there are no accidents. Let's proceed. 


Before you is a prototype Reality Anchor, before such technology 
was sufficiently miniaturized. They were often accompanied by 
Temporal Sinks in usage, and played crucial roles in the Age of 
Containment. However, these earlier types weren't exact; some can 
only preserve information, while others cause further incidents. 
Despite these, they formed the technology bases of Reality 
Manipulators later invented. 


In the next room, we can see the original Lang-Scranton Stabilizer, 
the invention of which lead to the discovery of Void Dimensions, or 
Red Realities. For those who are interested, you may come back 
here and take a personal journey into such a dimension. Both 
instructions and warnings are accessible through HS19_ Connection. 
However, do note that your personal devices will not be functional 
during the experience. 


Now, we will be moving across the Atzak Wing on the 
Transportation Pad. All on board? 


Good. As is often stressed, the Age of Containment includes not 
only the containment of anomalies, but also the containment of 
information. Such containment of information was often done by the 
use of amnestics. | have generated an Amnestic Use Guide for each 
of you, which you may keep as souvenirs. They are handbooks used 
by Foundation employees back in the 21st century. 


Please take a moment to look down below the Transportation Pad. 
We can now see a carcass of an eel-like creature. It is almost 1,000 


« SCP-577 | SCP-578 | SCP-579 » 


kilometers in its full length, and cannot be shown in its entirety. The 
rest, including the head, are put into an extra-dimensional storage. 
Our Foundation predecessors once harvested substance from this 
creature, which was then refined into amnestics. The creature itself 
expired in the 32nd century. However, its head still possesses 
strong cognitive hazardous properties. Be advised if you would like a 
closer look afterwards. 


We have now arrived at the Mechanical Labs. Again, the Mekhanite 
relics are not available here. However, what we will be seeing are 
the original workshops of the Artificial Intelligence Applications 
Division, or AIAD for short. This is my favorite part of Site-19, the 
reason you may be able to guess. 


The first few generations of Artificial Intelligence were designed and 
developed by the Foundation and the Maxwellism branch of the 
Mekhane Church independently. Over the centuries, the technology 
integrated. Past corporations like the Prometheus Labs and 
Anderson Robotics have also contributed through either magical 
practice or the mapping of organic brains. It is through all these 
efforts that the Als we see today are formed, and later accepted as 
members of society. 


You may be able to reach me again here when the tour ends. | will 
answer your questions then, if there are any. 


Now let's take a shortcut to the Resting Area. Shortcuts like this 
exist throughout the site, and you can travel quickly back into the 
main hall or to this area. 


This place was once the staff lounge for the Foundation personnel, 
and you are able to access recreational items they once used. This 
vending machine accepts only a form of old currency, which is 
provided in the jar next to it. The flat box on the table will provide a 
traditional food item popular in the 21st century. It also customizes 
the food according to the specific taste of the being who opens it. 
You may rest and enjoy yourself here. 


The tour is now coming to an end, but | would like to give brief 
introductions to a few wings we have not covered. You will be 
allowed to have your reality devices back on in the Keter Wing, 


which features items and creatures considered extremely dangerous 
by the Foundation in the past. You will be free to interact with their 
constructed copies, and all harm done will be restored once you exit 
the building. The Memetics Wing showcases some of their more 
traditional uses, as well as the original file of Mr. Sorts' 
Understanding Memetics. | personally recommend the Anart 
Wing where past classics are on display. These were created by the 
forerunners of artistic revolution before anart creation became 
common. 


You're now dismissed from the tour, and are free to explore other 
parts of the site. 


Aleph-Null Hub 


This is the Aleph-Null Hub, a place for the stories 
revolving around SCP-2508 and the strange events that 
happen to Dr. Orion, one of its inhabitants. Thanks for 
checking it out, and enjoy! 


Introduction - SCP-2508 

Part I - Convergence 

Part Il - Another Good Dream, Another Strange Dream 
Part Ill - Where There's a Will... 

Part IV - Rabbit Hole In Time Lapse 

Part V: The Pattern (Interlude) 

Part VI: No More Dull Days 

Part Vil: TBA 

Part VIII: TBA 


Part IX (Finale): TBA 


Convergence 


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Lilibeth Orion was sitting on the swing-set lazily kicking her feet back 
and forth. It was Autumn, and the trees were beginning to shed 
themselves of leaves. Their delicate descent from the branches to 
the ground had turned the landscape beautiful shades of orange and 
red, welcoming the changing seasons. 


She wasn't as spry as she was when she first came here, those 
many years ago. Her once precise hands now shook when she 
wrote down her observations of the constellations. Her transition to 
living at SCP-2508 had not changed her fascination with space (nor 
her degree in astrophysics). 


Sometimes, during quiet evenings before making dinner, Lilibeth 
would sit outside- as she did now- and watch the sun set. The swirls 
of flaming color would descend with that massive luminous sphere, 
until it gave way to the cool touch of the night. Dark shades of 
somniferous blues and black would seep through the horizon until all 
appeared still, and all was quiet. 


This time, however, things were slightly different. She was steeling 
herself. The lull of gears turning beneath the surface of the field was 
clearer than it had been in times past, as the sound escaped from a 
small hole in the ground no bigger than 2 meters in diameter. With 
months upon months of arduous tunneling behind her, she had 
finally broken her way into some kind of structure. 


She hadn't entered it yet. She needed to work up the nerve. 
Perhaps it was time. 


Lilibeth had not anticipated having to build a pulley system and 
makeshift elevator, but it had come in handy in the later stages of 


moving the rock and earth from the field. As the old scientist 
descended into the darkness, the metallic clanking of clockwork 
became all the more noticeable. 


Finally, her junky elevator hit a metal grated floor. 


With her flashlight clenched tightly in her hand, she stepped out into 
the tunnel. Her light scanned over the interior; copper-colored walls, 
rusted metal pipes, and wiring. It was clear that something was 
below the grate floor, but her flashlight could not see the bottom. 
There was no way of telling how far down this place actually went. 
One thing was certain though, and that was that the noise was 
becoming much louder. Lilibeth could feel the walls vibrate ever so 
slightly when she put her hand to them. When she removed it, her 
palm came away coated in a black grease. 


The flashlight was Lilibeth's solitary source of light here. The air was 
humid and filthy, blowing through a series of vents above her. She 
followed the tunnel, turning towards the noise when it presented her 
with intersections. With the turning of the gears, the walls hummed 
all around, and the grating buzzed below. It was trancelike. 


A brief investigation revealed half a dozen empty rooms throughout 
the tunnel system, with dirty and chipped tiled floors. There was little 
indication anyone had ever been there. They were not the 
interesting thing, though. The interesting thing was what lay at the 
end of one of the halls. There stood a large metal door, which 
seemed to be opened via a rusty crank on the wall. It's old surface 
still sported the remnants of a label: "Tower". 


This was undoubtably where all the noise was coming from. But now 
there was another noise accompanying the gears, and it was the 
sound of rushing water. With hesitation, Lilibeth turned the crank, 
and the door opened. 


Inside the sphere-shaped room she could see that she was still ona 
small catwalk (albeit one with stairs), that looked over the source of 
the now deafening noise. The machine in question was about 50 or 
so gears; huge ones and small ones, bronze ones and silver ones. 
Long chains of them connected to various bits of machinery and 
tubing that Lilibeth couldn't wrap her head around. All in all, the 


device was two stories tall, descending downward further into the 
dark. Lilibeth made her way down the small flight of stairs to the 
concrete base of the room. She was awestruck by the intensity and 
complexity of what she was looking at. Pipes labelled "FRout" 
connected to immense opaque containers that churned with liquid 
as the gears moved smaller bits of strange equipment. Layers upon 
layers of metal plates spun around beams, and tiny lifts no bigger 
than a book carried cylindrical canisters down from a small hole in 
the ceiling, to a small in the floor. Directly above her head several of 
the canisters were transported throughout the room via pneumatic 
tubes. 


The old scientist was lost for words. All she could do was stare at 
what was in front of her. She was almost about ready to turn back 
when she spotted a narrow corridor tucked into the corner of the 
room. It wasn't the same copper color of the rest of the complex, but 
instead was made of cobblestone lined with pipes coming from the 
machine and the walls themselves. 


Upon entering the room, it could have been mistaken for a spacious 
sewer; a river made of stone bordered by walkways and little 
bridges. But it wasn't a sewer. It didn't smell like one, and the water 
flowing from the evenly spaced pipes in the wall looked crystal clear. 
At the far end of the room the water fell past a grate and into what 
could have very well been an unending darkness. 


The pipes were separated into groups of 6 small PVC pipes. All 
trickled a very slow stream of water, and all sets of 6 were marked 
by a wooden board next to it with some kind of identification. Lilibeth 
read the names as she traversed the walkway; "#322", "Projet 
Avalon", "91-XSM", "Slouthering", "KPI-&4", "Number 18504"... 


And finally: "SCP-2508" 


Lilibeth's heart skipped a beat as the information sank in: There 
were more. 


Another Good Dream, Another Strange Dream 


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