ikswolost#fpcs. dleif.253/ikswolost) 

Subject: An Overview of Foundation Journals 
Published in May 2017, So You Can Remember How 
Fucking Lucky We Were Then 

Date: May 18, 2022 2:10 PM EST 

To: Layla Houghton (focs.dleif.253/ 

nothguohl#fpcs. dleif.253/nothguohl) 


Hey Layla. Montenegro is lovely this time of year. 64 and 
sunny right now. Since we're both doing a lot of sitting 
around on our asses waiting for our various Chosen 
Ones to appear again, | thought I'd look back at what we 
were doing just five years ago, before Kate and our pal 
Thaummy fucked everything up. Look at all this trivial 
shit we got to care about before it all went south. 


| had an article in this one! It was about using radioactive 
tracer particles in 2972 and 2830 to see if we could hunt 
down Penrose. Not necessary these days, obviously. 
Haven't seen him since he did us a favor with that pastor 
a few years back. 


Back issues upon back issues of this one and nothing 
before last year mentioned Thaumiel. We kept this shit 
under wraps for way too long. Once she started visiting 


us, elevating our backwater Task Force to the forefront 
of the global Foundation mission, we should've had our 
best folks working on the Aleph problem. Now half the 
world knows. Christ. 


Hey, you're in that Narf thing's range! Spotted anything 
with that? | Know a lot of low-priority skips are slipping 
through the cracks with the crisis. 


| hope this gets through to you. | know even email is 
starting to get patchy thanks to the fucking Aleph 
Screwjob. Shortwave with everyone listening just isn't the 
same. | love you so damn much. Don't let the Northwest 
rain get you down. 


—Titus 


From: Layla Houghton (fpcs.dleif.253/ 

nothguohl#fpcs. dleif.253/nothguohl) 

Subject: Re: An Overview of Foundation Journals 
Published in May 2017, So You Can Remember How 
Fucking Lucky We Were Then 

Date: May 18, 2022 7:59 PM EST 

To: Titus Solowski (focs.dleif.253/ 

ikswolost#fpcs. dleif.253/ikswolost) 


You're probably gonna want to try plaintext. I'm guessing 
the PDFs you sent weren't supposed to look like this? 


Until IT gets that DNS routing thing that doesn't send 
stuff right through the middle of NA and the center of the 
Aleph...situation...it's best to just avoid complex 
information. 


And | miss you too, Titus. Though, of course, if Thaumiel 
really is done talking to us and the pencil-pushers are 
right, physical distance is probably a few years away 
from not mattering. Or something. 


Of course, it's hard to tell you the exact implications of 
the Aleph force, since 072 is bringing up the old cover- 
story scary campfire tale schlock instead of the collected 
research on my terminal. If anyone over there can get 
the latest updates from the committee, send them our 
way? Lot of time for reading while we're on McTiriss 
stakeout. She knows how to take her damn time, that 
one. 


- your Layla 


From: Layla Houghton (fpcs.dleif.253/ 

nothguohi#fpcs. dleif.253/nothguohl) 

Subject: Re: Re: An Overview of Foundation Journals 
Published in May 2017, So You Can Remember How 
Fucking Lucky We Were Then 

Date: May 19, 2022 11:01 AM EST 

To: Titus Solowski (focs.dleif.253/ 

ikswolost#fpcs. dleif.253/ikswolost) 


Never mind. Thaumiel just told me it's all...She said 
we're in a simulated timeline she was using to test a 
solution to the Aleph problem. She said she didn't know 
what would happen to us when she put it away or if we 
were real. 


She said she was sorry. She cried. She went away. 


So. Love you, babe. 


In the Aleph Room, in 2017, Mary Nakayama closed the emails and 
filed another branching path of probability as a dead end, a doomed 
universe. Another course of action that wouldn't work. Another 
splinter future she was using to test a fix. 


It's been years. Years of secrecy. Of tentative tests, manipulating 
whole pocket worlds. Stuck in this fucking room. Trying to stop the 
terror she's about to cause. 


"| didn't mean to break it," she says, to no one. "I just wanted to 
keep everyone safe." 


She's been sitting at this replica of her old desk, peering into 
possible futures and seeing disaster in every one123456, since she 
ascended. "Ascended." She was a manic 27-year-old who saw a 
hole in the universe and decided to use it for herself instead of doing 
the right thing and sending it up. Now she was paralyzed with 
power. Stuck in this place that contains all places, thinking about 
what to do. 


It was time to stop waiting. It was time to stop hiding. 


She stood up and looked at the confines of the room. An office with 
no windows that shifted and moved to show her whatever 
information she needed. A terminal that only told her the ways things 
would go wrong. 


A prison for a stupid girl who thought she could play God, she 
thought. / need help. 


On May 18, 2017, Mary Nakayama left her prison. 


This is what happened next. 


After this | looked, and there before me was a door standing open in 
heaven. And the voice | had first heard speaking to me like a 
trumpet said, “Come up here, and | will show you what must take 
place after this.” 


At once | was in the Spirit, and there before me was a throne in 
heaven with someone sitting on it. 


And the one who sat there had the appearance of jasper and ruby. A 
rainbow that shone like an emerald encircled the throne. 


- Revelation 4:1-3 (NIV) 


< Operation Cannery Row: Excerpts from the Foundation's Regional 


Print Media Archive | DNM 


Footnotes 


oOurRwNns 


The Ballad of Region 352 


The following document was recovered from the field 
journal of LMTF 352-Dalet agent Isaac Allred-Smith 
during a routine documentation audit. At the request of 
Regional Director Kate McTiriss, it has been reproduced 
below "for the general amusement of Foundation staff." 
Agent Allred-Smith has declined to comment. 


Show transcript 
"The Ballad of Region 352" 


Fire don't seem quite right tonight 

Can't hear it crackle and pop. 

Got a new red light glowing over the town; 
It ain't never gonna stop. 


Not sure just what I'm doing 
Or where I'm s'posed to be. 
Foundation says, and | guess it's true, 
It's the perfect place for me. 


Oh, Dixieland Nightmare Magic 

Just a little bit funny, just a little bit tragic. 

If small-town politics interest you, 

We've got an opening here in three-fifty-two. 


Got a call in from the town today 

Said Pastor Lewis died. 

But the cemetery's full of ministers 
Guess we'll see him on the other side. 


Walked to Cross City City City City Hall 
Felt just like a dream. 

Think I'll try my hand playin’ baseball 
There's an opening on the team. 


Oh, Dixieland Nightmare Magic 

Just a little bit funny, just a little bit tragic. 

If small-town politics interest you, 

We've got an opening here in three-fifty-two. 


Got Baptists and Catholics by the score, 
Got anomalies knockin’ on our door, 

Got a church that's crawling the ocean floor, 
Got a passive-aggressive holy war. 


Oh, Dixieland Nightmare Magic 

Just a little bit funny, just a little bit tragic. 

If small-town politics interest you, 

We've got an opening here in three-fifty-two. 


hazardous nature, Chemical Company was shut down in 19 
before any more products of this nature could be manufactured. As 
of / / , there areatleast to documented cans of “Desertina 
Can” remaining, most of which are still in possession and use by the 
following companies: [REDACTED]. 


According to the directions, one layer of SCP-622 is applied to 
hallways during a break-in or robbery. When applied, SCP-622 
becomes odorless and colorless. Upon application, all moisture in 
the immediate area is absorbed by SCP-622, creating an easily- 
cleanable salt-like crust over the applied areas, identified to be the 
compounds sodium chloride (NaCl), magnesium sulfate (MgSO,), 
and ( 2 ). When SCP-622 is exposed to organic life, the 
immediate effects are dehydration, dried eyes, and profuse 
sweating, which is quickly absorbed by SCP-622. Other effects 
include a significant drop in blood pressure, increase in heart rate, 
dizziness, and chills. For more information, see Test Log 622-3. 


According to the can’s warning label, SCP-622 dissipates after 
twelve (12) hours, but according to Test 622-1, SCP-622 can last up 
to twenty-four to thirty-six (24-36) hours. Tests 622-2 and 622-3 
show that SCP-622 will only dissipate in twelve (12) hours when 
[REDACTED — SECURITY LEVELS 3 AND UP, REFER TO TEST 
LOGS 622-2 AND 622-3]. 


Test Log 622-1: 


Inorganic Testing of SCP-622 to determine shelf life 
of chemical compound [DATA EXPUNGED] in an 
isolated environment. 


Procedure: SCP-622 applied in isolated hallway K- and 
viewed through remote monitoring devices. Moisture 
measured and monitored by electronic instruments. For 
a control, hallways K-06 and K-07 were also monitored 
for humidity content, averaging at 20% relative humidity. 


Results: In twelve (12) hours, relative humidity around 
SCP-622 remained unchanged at 0%. Despite the label’s 
claim of dissipating in twelve hours, the area did not rise 
in humidity. It took until nearly twenty-six hours (26) 


Doctors of the Church Hub 


It was said that in ancient times, as it is today, that there 
were a great many expunged that walked the world - not 
all creatures of flesh and blood, but machines, objects, 
places, even words and ideas, that knew not the laws of 
man nor God and caused great ruination and confusion 
wherever they roamed. To protect all men, believer and 
heathen alike, the Ancient Temple was founded, to 
secure, contain, and protect those terrors that threatened 
the safety of all. 


But this, the saints say, was the sin of the Ancients; not 
that they did not fear what might come to pass if they 
were careless, but that they feared it too much. For they 
kept the secrets of the expunged to themselves, saying 
to themselves ‘Man is a timid and superstitious animal; if 
he knows that these things exist, he will be consumed by 
terror and chaos will reign around the world. Let us do 
our work in secret, then, and let none learn of these 
things, that they may live unafraid.' 


But no secret can be kept forever; and in time, many 
others learned that the expunged existed, and rather 
than being fearful, they became covetous of the Ancient 
Temple, and created their own heathen temples, seeking 
to make and take such things for themselves. And from 
this conflict arose the Great Breach; and when the 
masses of the expunged found themselves loosed at 
once upon the world, a world which knew not that such 
things could exist and stood against them like a leaf 
stands against the hurricane, then no stone was left atop 
another. 


And when the flames had passed, those priests of the 
Ancient Temple who yet lived saw a world that would 


never again be as it had been before. And they said to 
themselves, 'What shall we do now? Mankind has no 
chance to regain what he has lost if the knowledge of 
how to combat the expunged dies with us. How can we 
few ever undo such a great calamity?’ 


And they saw the Lord Bright approach them; and a 
great commotion arose through the crowd, for they 
thought Him dead. And the Lord spoke with a great 
voice, and He said; 'Shut the fuck up for ten seconds and 
I'll tell you." 


-Everett 1:1-9 
Doctors of the Church Tales: 


¢ A Canticle For Bright 

* By One lota 

* Quid Est Non Scitum 

¢ Though | Walk Through The Valley 
¢ Placere Non Trinus 

* Deus Vult 

Indwelling of Bright 

The Lord Judge 


Indwelling of Bright 


Besides the Monasteries of the Holy Foundations and the towns of 
civilians, the villages of the D-Caste formed the remainder of 
civilised land. Surrounded by the walled garrisons manned by the 
Omega Guards, D-Caste men and women lived and bred within their 
villages. 


At the outskirts of the D-Caste village of Gock, four D-Castlings were 
engaged in a folk game. Three of them were children and they 
stared intently at the fourth, a teenager close to adulthood. The 
fourth D-Castling was relatively carefree, watching his three friends 
intently as they struggled not to blink. But in the end, it was 
inevitable. 


The D-Castling on the furthest left blinked; his eyes made a quick 
sweep downwards. The fourth D-Castling noticed it, and quickly 
arm-locked the blinker. The other two D-Castlings did not bother to 
carry on, and similarly blinked. 


"Second Boy D-37428353 has lost again!" The fourth D-Castling 
declared, his left arm still gripping onto Second Boy D-37428353's 
head. 


"Boy D-48572946, let go of me already!" Second Boy D-37428353 
pleaded to the eldest of the lot. 


"Yeah, you're so big." Another D-Castling chimed in. 


"That's why | get to play the Expunged! If you cannot handle me, 
they will really expunge you castlings." Boy D-48572946 retorted, 
finally letting go of Second Boy D-37428353. 


"Ca-castlings... y-you're also a castling!" Second Boy D-37428353 
protested. 


"Not for long. I'm scheduled to be designated tonight!" Boy 


D-48572946 reminded his peers. 


"Castlings, stop taking the Holy Procedures in vain! The Omega 
Guards have warned you for this already!" a cracked voice yelled 
furiously. 


The three younger D-Castlings cowered behind the most senior 
among them, Boy D-48572946. A middle-aged D-Caste woman of 
stocky stature was carrying a basketful of vegetables and some tree 
bark. 


"Mom, we're only preparing for our future service to the Holy 
Foundation!" Boy D-48572946 shouted towards his distant mother, 
D-83756246. 


"If you kids got time to ape Holy Procedures, help out in the 
harvest!" D-83756246 grumbled. 


"Mom, is that all from the harvest?" Boy D-48572946 asked, pointing 
at the basket, "And tree bark again?" 


"The Holy Foundation needs more sustenance. We'll make do with 
all that can be allotted to us." D-83756246 said, "And son, come with 
me. A last chance to speak before tonight." 


Boy D-48572946 parted with his friends and walked off with his 
mother. 


"Ah, | can't wait to get out of here. There must be plenty at the 
Monasteries," Boy D-48572946 remarked. "The food is getting littler 
by the seasons, and there is the edict that prohibit us from culling 
our numbers after that incident last winter.” 


"Son, you know not of the Holy Foundation's ways. Our starvation is 
the Holy Foundation's love towards us, the D-Caste." 


"But we are sinners, mom. We descended from sinners." 


D-83756246 paused for a moment and contemplated. She then 
prepared to utter her response to that. 


The hours went by, and it was nighttime in Gock. At the centre of the 
village, the Orientation Rite was underway. All D-Castes in the 
village were gathered, singing their folk hymns and dancing the 
ancient dances of their ancestors. Two D-Caste women tended to a 
fire, where multiple branding irons were left to be heated up. 
Occasionally, the women would hurl books to fuel the fire, as it was 
customary of Gock to use paper to maintain the fire. All the adult D- 
Castes were in tattered orange jumpsuits, with torn short sleeves 
and opened at the chest. The Castlings donned a random 
assortment of loincloths and rags that covered whatever the 
individual deemed fit. 


A platoon of Omega Guards stood at the periphery, with their short 
swords and crossbows on hand. More Omega Guards stood watch 
from the battlements of their garrison, viewing the situation from 
telescopes and their archers on standby. The D-Castes paid the 
Omega Guards no mind, enjoying themselves without a care.