Over the course of approximately eighty minutes of active 
engagement, MTF Delta-2 successfully contained all but one target 
without taking casualties. Once isolated, the remaining target 
demonstrated markedly increased aggression, igniting trees and 
wildlife with what was interpreted as deliberate malice by several 
witnesses. At the same time, however, it also appeared to become 
disoriented, slowing and moving out into the open, which allowed 
the MTF to quickly close on its position. 


The victim remained in the transport vehicle to call for a final barrage 
while the remainder of his team approached the target on foot. 


The events that followed are still under investigation; however, the 
following facts were uncovered during the mission debriefing: 


1. Target coordinates were provided to the artillery team by radio 
on the expected channel with the correct spread spectrum 
carrier frequency. 

2. Audio analysis of the recorded orders matches the voiceprint 
of the victim, and contains no duress cues. 

3. The target coordinates were supplied with one more decimal 
of precision than had been used previously in the 
engagement. 

4. The artillery appears to have functioned correctly, and a 
review of audit logs found no evidence of misuse or 
tampering. 

5. The subsequent barrage struck the transport vehicle, and was 
accurately centered on the fuel door. The impact detonated 
the tank of diesel fuel and instantly incinerated the contents of 
the vehicle. 

6. During the brief confusion after the transport was destroyed, 
MTF Delta-2 lost contact with the remaining target. It remains 
at large. 


BEST PRACTICES 


¢ Leverage the additional margin of safety associated with 
laser-assisted, fully automated artillery systems when their 
use is not impractical. 

¢ Electric armored vehicles are now available to qualified teams; 


consider their requisition to mitigate the risks associated with 
diesel fuel in combat environments. 


RESEARCH FATALITY 


On Friday, September 12, 2014, eight Euclid qualified researchers, 
including two members of the ECRG, with over 120 years of 
combined experience, stationed in orbit around 's former 
innermost moon — were fatally spaghettified again when 
spontaneously formed an anomalous ergosphere and subjected 
their station to irresistible tidal forces. 


In addition to their primary containment mission, experiments aboard 
the FS Unruh were testing the relationship between local quantum 
phenomena and n-body orbital stability in an ongoing attempt to 
refine containment procedures for ultramassive SCPs. 


As with the preceding three iterations of these events, the precise 
timeline', specific details of staff behaviors, and exact contents of 
the sporadic reports transmitted from the station exhibit 
inconsequential deviations from the original continuity, however, the 
heroic acts of staff at key points in the unfolding disaster followed 
the same general outline: 


Time2 (mm:ss) Events 

00:31 Principal Investigator Karapetyan 
manually breaches the reactor 
shield to make physical contact 
with the core and disrupt the 
entanglement. This exposes him 
to a fatal dose of beta radiation, 
but likely delays the exponential 
phase of the gravitational bloom 
for at least five minutes. 

04:45 First Officer Imanishi jettisons the 

in direct defiance of an 

order from Captain Sforza. In his 
capacity as L-4, Sforza summarily 
sentences Imanishi to death for 
insubordination, murder, and 


17:45 


18:02 


mutiny. In the absence of 
weaponry, he resorts to 
strangulation to carry out the 
execution - a notable deviation 
from his method in the previous 
iterations. Post hoc analysis of 
telemetry suggests that Imanishi's 
action prolonged the orbital 
stability of the Unruh for about 
fifteen additional minutes. 
Researcher Tapirus, who had 
already been on EVA to perform 
routine maintenance, uses an arc 
welder to deliberately breach a 
pressurized external fluorine tank 
and the adjacent storage cylinder 
of lithium grease. The resulting 
reaction provides substantial 
additional prograde thrust to the 
Unruh. The safety cable and 
Tapirus' left arm are severed by 
the ignition. Drifting away from the 
ship and apparently in shock, 
Tapirus optimistically reports that 
the wound and spacesuit were 
Cauterized ciosed. 

Just as begins to detectably 
move toward the - system's 
effective center of gravity (located 
well within the surface of _), 
Researcher Odhiambo transmits 
a traditional Acholi ‘birthing song 
towards the surface of .As 
Odhiambo sings, the exponential 
gravitational bloom stabilizes, 
likely averting an XK-class end-of- 
the-world scenario. At the 
conclusion of her song, 
Odhiambo briefly reports hearing 
a form of music transmitted in 


response. Sensor data suggests 
that a localized gravitational 
anomaly manifests within her 
cranium shortly after, causing 
massive injury. 

27:01 As the Unruh crosses the static 
limit of —'s ergosphere, 
Researcher Arnold assembles 
and activates a crude Penrose 
Reflector, extracting sufficient 
power to function as an energy 
weapon directed at the surface of 

. However, the corresponding 
loss of angular momentum 
causes the Unruh to descend 
rapidly past the event horizon. 

34:15 Relativistic jets are emitted from 
the poles of _ for thirty-seven 
seconds as its gravitational field 
returns to ordinary strength. 
disintegrates at the same time. 
Over the subsequent five months, 
its debris field forms yet another 
new ring around 


This iteration manifested three minutes later than anticipated. 
Further, appeared in its orbit with an argument of periapsis eight 
degrees greater than the current model predicted. The events lasted 
seven minutes longer than the previous iteration before conclusion. 
The combination of uncertainty of the predictive model, the -hour 
communications delay from Earth, and the occluding position of 
when it manifests makes it unlikely that the instructions transmitted 
from the Foundation in anticipation of this iteration were received by 
the Unruh within the brief window before disorder ensued. 


In consultation with the Ethics Committee and Human Resources, 
the O5 council voted to posthumously award an additional four 
Foundation Stars to Karapetyan, Imanishi, Tapirus, and Odhiambo 
for their repeated acts of bravery in this iteration. 


BEST PRACTICES 


¢ When calculating the Killing horizon for a co-rotating reference 
frame, the colatitude in the denominator may be relativistically 
shifted by as much as $1/sqrt{1-\lambda}$ when the plane of 
orbit is tangent to the Minkowski manifold of a much larger 
mass. Always allow for relaxation of the orthogonal 
submanifolds. 


1 as measured locally from the Unruh (relativistic effects cause 
significant distortion of timestamps as measured from Earth) 

2 from initial entanglement, which corresponds precisely to the initial 
moment of each manifestation 


Key Biscayne 


Priss came home late, and found saw her sister wide awake, 
dressed in one of Priss's bathrobes. She was smirking fiendishly at 
her. Priss gave her a big smile in return. 


"Hey Rhie." 


She didn't stop smirking, "You're home early. 9 hours early. 
Hormone thing?" 


Priss sauntered over to her, and tilted Rhiannon's face upwards, 
"There's nothing you could possibly say that would make me angry." 


"Did you hear what happened yesterday morning?" 
"No. What?" 


"Just a mile or so from here. Protests outside an INS office. Police 
shot someone dead. Now there's more protests downtown." 


Priss stared down at her. She was still smirking. Was this some kind 
of test, or was she trying to provoke her still? 


"They're moving refugees into Key Biscayne. The hotels will be 
flooded with them. Lots of money involved there. Why are they 
moving them there? It's a dead end. Or has the great yellow tide 
risen so high that the rats are being pushed up the wall? Next stop's 
the ocean, baby girl." 


Priss shrugged, "You Say it like I'm involved somehow." 


Rhiannon shrugged, mimicking Priss's action, "Your bosses have 
got on suits and ties, clean, smooth-shaven faces. Did you know 
shaving is a sin in the eyes of God, right there in the same Bible that 
condemns poor Annie to Hell forever as a sinner?" 


"My bosses have suits and ties, the politicians have suits and ties, is 
this the rant you're going on?" 


"Men In Black with your amnesty memory eraser drugs... how do | 
know your people aren't involved? Where will all the refugees go? 
There's always a demand for fresh corpses at the SPC, ain't there? 
‘Class-D' you call them. 'D' for 'Dumbass gonna get yer asses 
killed’." 


"| have..." Priss began patiently, seating herself on the armrest of 
the couch beside her, "just as much of a problem with using D-Class 
as you do. | do what | can to keep them safe. | don't ever let any D- 
Class do something | would not do myself, and | never take their 
deaths lightly." 


"I'm sure they appreciate you for that, the dead ones and all." 


Priss smiled, "You're not gonna rile me up, Rhie," She leaned in and 
kissed her head, "I'm gonna take some time off work soon, and we 
can finally get a full handle on everything that's happened thus far." 


Rhiannon leaned her head back, resting on the couch, "I'm going to 
a planned protest at Key Biscayne tomorrow night. | want to know if 
you will be there." 


Priss shook her head, "That's nowhere near anyplace I'll be. There's 
nothing | can say to convince to stay home, is there?" 


Rhiannon glared at her, "Just don't go. You don't belong there." 


Shi Mingxia was forced awake by a violent series of coughs that 
ended up filling her oxygen mask with blood. She was choking on it 
when they pulled it off of her, and started cleaning her. She could 
see it all through a dark red haze, one which only got worse each 
time she blinked. She opened her mouth to cry out, only to have a 
tube pushed down into her throat. She vomited over it, but it kept 
going down, sucking out blood and phlegm to clear her esophagus. 


She woke up again, hours later. She hoped it was hours; she didn't 
want to believe she'd been out for only a minute, and go right back 


the computer Deep Blue. The moves documented diverge from the 
moves that were actually performed after [REDACTED], and end 
with Kasparov winning the match. Writing in Russian. 


Sample 887-2710: A 330-line poem, written in English with several 
spelling errors, describing the author's love of a woman named 
Janice. 


Sample 887-2711: A 15-page critical analysis, signed by a 
Professor , of the stage play Cardenio by William 
Shakespeare, with writing in Italian save for quoted passages of the 
play, which are in English. Cardenio is considered to be a ‘lost' play 
(no copy of the play is known to exist). 


Sample 887-2712: A shooting script for an unmade art film entitled 
Route 73, credited as being written by . The script consists 
of two unidentified men meeting at a bus stop and discussing 
various topics at length while waiting for a delayed bus. The script is 
credited as being influenced by the Samuel Beckett play Waiting for 
Godot. Written in Flemish. 


Sample 887-2713: The latin phrase 'Cave Adsum' (Beware, | am 
here) repeated a total of 407 times. Writing is irregular and scrawled 
over both sides of a single page, with major differences in letter size, 
handwriting style, and direction of the writing. 


Researcher: Dr. J N 


Sample 887-2873: The complete text of Marcel Proust's A /a 
recherche du temps perdu, in Klingon. 


Sample 887-2874: Five hundred pages of "yo momma" jokes, which 
become steadily cruder and more explicit as the document 
progresses. 


Sample 887-2875: A script for a play entitled Macbeth II: Banquo's 
Revenge. The play is stylistically consistent with Shakespeare's 
works. 


Sample 887-2876: The complete list of side effects for a drug called 


to coughing up blood. Someone was by her bed, face hardly 
perceptible through the glare of reflected light on the hazmat suit the 
person wore. The man in the suit smiled, and held up a hand mirror 
for her to see. She grinned in turn. 


She was drenched in sweat, nude and uncovered, blood trickling 
slowly from her eyes and nose and mouth. The tube was still lodged 
in her throat, while two new ones up her nose helped her breathe. 
She looked like a murder victim. She realized she wasn't going to 
survive this one. 


"Look on the bright side," The man, her handler Wu Xiangdong said, 
"You'll be remembered as a hero." 


"Hero?" She gagged on the tube, and started to wretch again. The 
man pulled the tube out, and she gasped for breath. Her airways felt 
clear, but she could quickly feel mucous clotting deep in her throat, 
with a warm splash that likely indicated blood. She turned her head 
slowly to one side, noting a blood pack connecting to her arm. She 
was losing it almost as fast as it was being pumped back into her. 


"You warned us the lab was breached as we were en route to check 
on you. The disease could've spread." 


"How heroic! And all before | could put my pants back on." 


"They tried to dress you, but you started to scream. You were 
burning up and your skin started to bleed." 


Shi Mingxia leaned her head back, the blood pooling in her throat 
too thick now to let her speak clearly. She opened her mouth, 
waggling her tongue, and Wu began to re-insert the tube down her 
throat. 


"You're the last survivor of this thing. | know the hospital will do 
everything it can to help you, but..." He chuckled morbidly, "We can't 
have you using all the donated blood in Guangdong." 


She shook her head slowly, the motion causing her to wretch again 
as the tube down her throat moved. She couldn't lift an arm, and so 
simply pointed, up at the television. He turned it on, and switched it 


to the news, "Don't worry. Everything's going to be okay." 


Key Biscayne was off-limits to protestors that day. The mob instead 
flocked to the strip of land where the Rickenbacker Causeway 
connected Key Biscayne and Virginia Key to the mainland. Soon 
they were swarming onto the Causeway itself, flooding the 
pedestrian pathways, and starting to spread on to the beach, the 
marina, and the Old Causeway. Rhiannon Locke wasn't sure why 
she'd expected nothing but shouting and demonstrating all day; it 
made sense to her that people would treat it like a day out. People 
were fishing around the Causeway supports, and on the Old 
Causeway running low and parallel to it. Others were on the 
beaches. There were even people out in boats, honking incessantly 
at beachgoers. 


Everyone who was involved had a single rallying cry, "Put your 
hands up, get out of the car!" They'd taken the words of the officers 
during the initial incident and used it as a password, as a chant, one 
that took on a steadily more sing-song quality the more they 
chanted. The incessant repetition was broken up with a "response", 
in the form of the victim's reply, "Fuck you, pig!" They'd repeat it 
three or four times, then go back to the first. 


It was a party atmosphere despite that. People were drinking, music 
was playing, food and drink were being sold by vendors. The ones 
who spoke only Spanish were the most popular for the mob, but 
tended to get the least business. The chaos never reached the point 
of violence. Every time someone seemed close to that point, they 
were taken away by others, dressed just as casually as them. 
Rhiannon locked eyes with one of them. They touched their index 
and middle finger to the bridge of their nose. She returned the 
gesture.