Red tie Meta, Ruin and Zeta.
Meta main story line:
- The Zeta Case
- Site Zetas first breach
- 101 is active
- Meta Rewrite; When doctors collide
- Voice of Entropy
- Pincer Servant
- True Table Tennis
- Autopsy of DH-5
- Cad and the Ghost
- Mr. Holder
- The game of status quo
- 008 and Zeta
- The priest
- The Star of the Net
- The Return of Yellow
- The Red Gen
Agent Megonali was running. Not right now, but always in the last month.
He had worked as a field agent for the Chaos Insurgency for the last 5 years.
Find the crazy shit, tell them were it is and get out of there.
He had looked into many strange rumors some false, some true.
Then these guys showed up in front of his hotel room.
3 guys how looked like normal guys. He knew something was up. In this job you either learn that unexpected and normal don't mix or you die.
He had drawn his guns and was ready for a shootout with werewolfs or some highly trained military ops.
But they did not storm his room, but keep on knocking.
He did the only logical thing he could do.
Leave through the window, only taking his cash and some cloth with him.
He knew he would have to lay low for a wail.
Two days later the three just showed up in the bar he was spending his free time in.
They just sat beside him. It was a public place. If they made a scene someone would cover for them, but if he were to try something the Insurgency would just get rid of him.
He was done. They or the Insurgency Department for Internal Affairs.
Then they just sponsored his evening and claimed they wanted to be a part of the Insurgency too.
Megonali was still as confused as he was then. He had no idea how to deal with them.
The Insurgency had contacted him when he left his old live, gave him a new one and a purpose, but this guys….
They said the last thing they needed to be Insurgents was the approval of someone how "was already in". He had a Delta designation and that was apparently all they needed for his validation.
Glad not to be shot or tortured he had just said yes and some kind of party followed.
Since then he ran. If this three want-to be Insurgence could trace him everyone could.
Some time later one of them called, shouting something of an emergency, a virus, clockwork, the number 217 and something called a Keter.
He ignored it and changed his phone once more.
He had gotten some new cloths, name, electronics and bank accounts.
Now he would just need a new case.
He had heard of an incident in a French nuclear power plant. The official version stated something about rats. Just two days later the whole personal of the place was changed.
He checked the new personnel for inconsistancys. They were all fake. Not even good fakes. He could pull of a better new identity then who ever was responsible for this.
Seamed like something the Insurgency would like to know.
His contact in the Insurgency green lithe the investigation.
He was back in his game.
Mission “Heavy Homecoming”
Wintergreen was in some kind of heaven. The finances ware cared for and he had a living bomb that could destroy Europe if he so desired. Finding that living, internet dependend star "Mr Lolz" in france had solved most problems that had slowed down his cell.
The guy from the Insurgency who just walked right into his trap was just the cherry on the dessert.
He wanted to capture someone of the GOI or even one of the Foundation when he made up such a bad cover story.
It was not big enough to send a heavy strike force, but enough to get someone
and he hit the jackpot. It was the guy which they had traced down, but lost sometime later.
Delta designation. Nobody would come for him.
The Twttt was ready. Using an abnormal table tenis table for questioning would surcumvent some problems assosiated with normal information gathering methodes like torture. He and [REDACTED] had written the set of questions for there visitor.
It starts simple. Rule: Answer truthful to the questions and listen to rules that are given later in the game. How should we call you?
They had tested the procedure.
One word on any of the questions and be it an insult and he was playing.
The table would keep him playing and he would start following the rules without him notecing it.
20 minutes, then they would start giving him instructions to tell the lie that nothing happened here and the whole thing was just rats.
They got what they wanted. A location, a phone number, his name, his designation and the information they had expected. They were not in. This guy was just a tool.
They war never acknowledged as a cell.
Wintergreen was boiling with rage.
All of this power and nobody was informed that the Zeta cell even existed.
That mend war.
He knew were Base Six was and they would soon know that he existed.
He had spend the past weeks building and they could build fast.
With lolz financing they had bought a old factory and reactivated it.
The 3 meter models were ready. The 1.8 meter models running from the conveyor belt by the minute. Mechanical chikens, the best that had ever arrived on the doorstep of site Zeta.
The hit the Insurgency would take would be major.
They could choose him and his cell or burn.
For Wintergreen it was Insurgency or hell when he authorized the mission to strike his future team.
They would take him and his cell in or burn them out. He saw his chance as 50:50.
He knew they were strong, but he had one of the most powerful weapon systems that existed.
Site Zeta was moved to its secure location in the mountains.
Having a mobile base thanks to that waight changing device was another plus for his operation.
The attack would only be one heavy air strike, no more, no less.
Megonali was put back into freedom to tell his operator that the facility was struck with incompetent personnel and the cover story was engineered to hide qualification problems in the facility. Than he wondered of.
The mission was clear. Get into the Insurgency rather they like it or not.
Base Six got a letter 3 weeks later.
Integrate the Zeta cell or suffer the consequences. You have 1 hour to answer to Site Zeta command and the number to a phone in Canada with would transfer the call throw multiple locations and finally ended in the city of Berlin, Germany were Wintergreen sat.
If he dose not call his chickens back in one hour they would fly the first military mission of his cell.
If he dose not call back in 90 minutes they would make Base Six into a giant crater, but that was another mission. Its name was “Burning Sky”. It was Wintergreens last move before his game was over. They would take the cell in after “Burning Sky”. They could not miss out on so much power.
This was his only shot and Wintergreen was ready.
He had send them a special Mailman.
Meta sat in the lobby of Base Six. He had made sure the higher ups would get the letter.
He had entered the building with a new key card containing the delta designation of the agent they had captured 3 weeks ago.
He then had made short work of the people in the lobby. There bodies laying all over the ground of the entrance. Than he had tried opening the next door. Not yet looked. He entered the second lobby.
Again he made short work of the guys and womans that were in that room.
The next door was looked.
Now he sat there, the letter laying before the locked door. They tried draining the oxygen, with no result other than killing how ever was not dead after Meta was done with them.
His current body had no need to breath.
Meta just sat there, awaiting the anti person ops
and when they arrived he put his hands in the air smiling.
"I have a letter to deliver"
He pointed at the letter in front of the anti person ops.
"and i needed to make sure it gets the attention it deserves. By the way 10 minutes are up on the time limit."
One of the special ops man took the letter and read it, to look for a potential cognito hazard.
He gave the cleare.
Meta knew the image of the letter now was shown in some emergency meeting.
"If you would open the door now, i would leave now."
They tried shooting him.
His arm extending. He smashed the mans against the wall.
"It seams you want me deeper in."
Meta entered the hallway to the elevators.
The containment doors were shut.
Seamed like the insurgency had already given up on there front runners.
Meta started ripping throw doors.
Klong. Klong. Klong.
He entered the elevator.
"I repeat my offer. Let me leave now, and i wont hurt you."
As an answer they opened the doors inside the elevator shaft.
Deeper in it was.
Meta just did not want to be on one of the upper floors once "Heavy Homecoming" starts.
He started cleiming down the elevator shaft.
A few hundred meters below him an elevator door opened
and again they tried shooting him.
Heavyer caliber, but same amount of effect.
The bankers, the machines that used such bodies in the old days, had made them to defay there god and by extend CEO.
Against such a body were weapons made by mortals just games.
Meta fell the last meters down. While in free fall he grabbed one of the guys and took him down.
He tried fighting, but Metas mecha body was just to strong to handle.
Meta had not much time left.
He activated the add-on he had gotten for this body.
His bodies weight tripled before it totally derailed up to 30 times.
"Man, this is what mortals call heavy limbs."
Meta now just crashed throw the gates by shear weight.
He wanted to get as low as possible and blast doors would not stop him.
[REDACTED] stared at the blast door in his basement.
He was glad he had build that containment cell instead of a sauna.
But why was he on guard duty? Why were there metal Chickens upstairs building a complex around his house? Why him? He joined his friend's Wintergreen little club because he wanted to get some good tec out of it, but nothing. One weak of nothing, then they traced that field agent of the real deal down.
They were in, they were Insurgence, but they did not hear from that guy again.
[REDACTED] looked over the ceiling. He had gotten what he had asked for the day that box came.
They were hasty when they send thous three guys down there without hazard suits. Now they might all turn into machines. From all the things that could have been in that box it was 217.
Than the second package arrived and his house was chosen to house it.
They had called his house Site Zeta, but why? Why wasn’t it Sterlingsons Site Begun or Franks
Site Finkenstein which became the real deal? Why his house? Now his name got redacted in all there documents to keep the position of Site Zeta a secret.
Now he sat down here, a mechanical monster and possibly many more of its kind 6 meters from him away and a lot of robot chickens upstairs building a concrete block around his house.
Why was he the only one down here? He knew the other 5 were currently emptying out his freezer.
Maybe he should do the same. Who knows how long he would be able to taste or run free.
He really enjoyed flying on the first mechanical chicken, but he did not like the crater it left were his garden once was.
It had started. They were coming, but the blast doors would hold, he knew, for if they don't they all were doomed. Machine guns didn't even hurt the thing nor slow it down.
The chickens could not come down here. They were properly from the same guy who send the first box.
"Guys, it has started."
He heard the 5 guys upstairs and they were not coming down, but running.
He couldn't even blame them. He would have done the same, but this was his house, his mistake and he would fight till he drooped dead.
Maybe 217 would resurrect him, dose it do that? He only had a short glimpse at a random SCP file for about 2 minutes before the firewall kicked him out. He had broken in there throw a hole which opens in there firewall, every time a thunderstorm passes a power plant in Nebraska.
He tried to get throw there for 4 years. Then he worked out a pattern and hit it big.
A shattering sound.
The first door was down.
He raised his machine gun.
He noticed that no one had came.
Site Zeta, abandoned before it was even finished, except for the three guys locked in the attic containment cell, with was basically an air tight quarantine tent he had bought of [REDACTED]
for 120 dollars.
He was alone.
He saw the crack in the door.
Here we go.
The door fell to the ground with a bang.
White suit, red tie, top hat?
He looked like a normal, white guy and nothing like the thing the three upstairs had described.
"One.", was the thought that crossed his mind next, "It's only one and not even in beast form."
"Don't shoot it", was his second thought, he knew how that would end.
The guy looked around his basement.
"Up until now i wasn't sure, but you guys are not the Foundation nor the Insurgency or anyone of the GOI. May i introduce myself: I am Meta."
He paused for a second.
"Just call me Mr. Wonderrat. Where am I?"
The thoughts of [REDACTED] were running fast.
He was not dead nor dose it seamed that that Meta guy would attack him.
"We are the Chaos Insurgency and you are in Site Zeta."
He saw something flickering in Metas eyes.
"How long has the Site been active?"
He could lay, but standing in his basement, which clearly did not looked like an official facility, the truth was his best shot.
"We are currently under construction."
"Well, well, well. Can i join your cell?"
"You have constructions to do and i need a place in the Insurgency where my presence is not noted as a thread. I took care of the mess your guys made down there. You are once again premium members."
It dose not matter. I'm might save for now, but in a few weeks or years i will just be a machine worshiping a broken god.
As if he had read his mind Meta began smiling.
"No, you won't."
He had read his mind.
"Yes i did and i can assure you there is no 217 in that box."
A mind reader. And one how wanted to work for them. His cell had struck gold twice.
"You are in."
Meta just continued smiling.
At least something good had come out of that Bank in a Box.
Something was up with site-101-alpha.
The personnel and everyone who ever was here, scattered throw the complex.
Wandering the ever changing halls alone or in small groups.
The whole facility was moving as if the building had awoken after a long standby.
The facility was rotating locations now every second. Grinding in every equipment that was ever in here.
Some fluid flooding the corridors. Water. A lot of it.
Some of the chambers opened there walls and released what had slumbered in them.
Parts that ware scattered over the whole facility war brought back together.
The first bankers dropped to the floor will even more were release all over the complex.
There was an exit from long term containment and they would take it.
They followed the water with was already spreading thin. But the facility just keep on moving.
A giant had been awakened.
The bankers and the water would clean the rust and dirt out of the gears.
The ticking became louder and in most GOI facility started some alarm.
Something this big starting to move again was an event far worse than everything ever considered.
The clean walls started to close corridors, cut connections.
The complex was returning to its organized form.
Some rooms aligned and the mind of a company was whole once aging.
Lockup and Lockdown was rebooting it's part.
And this part was big.
With this they could finally rebuild themselves.
Screams war echoing throw the halls as the structure started crushing everything inside.
Some teams war locked in the fight against the facility or the thinks with ware running free in it.
In a church for the broken god a long forgotten bell started ringing.
This was ludicrous. The church was already falling apart, but one of the forbidden artifacts becoming active was reason enough to reunite the church.
The Bell of Lockdown was ringing, that was one sigh of the nearing end.
An old devil of gears had taken shape once more.
The SCP Foundation was in disarray. They had lost contact to one of there facility and some items ware becoming active beyond any previous activation.
Than SCP 902 stopped ticking,
contact to site 62 ended, while the keys and the door started glowing ultraviolet light.
SCP 988 started shaking violently while what ever was in there started to bang against the inner walls.
The end was near, as Lockup and Lockdown reawakened broken, but they will pull it back together eventually.
The dark cousin of the Zeta case
Meta looted Base Six.
The dimensions melting around him.
First he saw the Insurgency, 2 strong versions of Base Six, but he saw the realty flickering.
He looked at the communication gear in his hand.
It looked old, and broken, but not by his hand
and Meta saw the skeletons littering the facility.
Both Insurgencies were dead and had rotten for a long time.
Meta took his own communication device out.
"We have a problem. Abort "Burning Sky"."
Multiple Mecha Chickens leaved.
Next he called Wintergreen.
"The Insurgency won't acknowledge you, not because they don't want to, because they can't.
The Insurgency is dead."
Wintergreen on the other end of the phone was furious.
"The Insurgency can never die. The guy we captured was one of them."
"Maybe even he believed that, but no one coming to take you out?
That is not the way of the Insurgency. But i can't rule out that they could be trying to trick me in some desperate way."
"I trust you on this one. I was wondering why i was still alone.
Find out what you can. I cancel "Burning Sky"."
"Please, do that boss."
Meta put his phone away.
The dimensions were stable.
Seamed like the connection piece has left the building.
Meta normalized his weight and changed back into a human form.
"Then lets find out what killed the Insurgency."
Meta opened the door to the main lobby of the alpha offices.
Skeletons were siting on the tables.
What ever happened here, happened a long time ago.
But whatever had caused it was only gone since he and his army were here.
He saw the infusions.
He went up to the one with seamed least damaged.
He knew the liquid in there.
It was rotten, but not beyond recognition.
Seamed like the alphas had taken lots of badly made amnesic agents, punched together out of multiple abnormal liquids.
Seemed they were all stoned beyond waking up.
He took a sip of the liquid.
Within one moment he stood in a busy office.
Personnel was working, some of them panicking, trying to locate the rough anomaly which was claiming throw the elevators.
Then they noticed the gentleman in the white suit.
They had seen that guy, on the footage of the APO guys they had send to stop the mysterious mailman.
Now the guy that had killed multiple of there coworkers stood in the boss office looking only slightly surprised.
Metas inner toxin combat system, pumped the liquid out of his shoes.
The skeletons were back.
Meta understood now.
The Insurgency did not even know that they all ware long dead.
Meta entered the office of the biggest boss in the boss area of the building.
A researcher was sitting on a table.
Other then the others this one was very much alive and heavenly discussed with 3 skeletons that were also sitting at the table.
He suddenly stopped watching the empty door frame.
Then he ordered non existing personnel to evacuate and re-secure the area.
Meta looked at the name tag of the man.
Dr. Martin Caduceus today i have to burst your bubble.
Meta disconnected him from the infusion.
It would take time until all that stuff was out of his system.
Meta could replace his fluids within seconds, a quality he was very proud of.
When ever he had a human body he would get intoxicated on some of the mortals poises,
but since in this version he was a banker, a machine with style, that would never happen.
The doctor was running around the office commanding a nonexistent security team.
He would check on him later.
He started up the computer.
Even thou most files were corrupted he could eventually piece it together.
There was a time in which the Insurgency was big enough to support multiple bases, but than there was the personnel they stocked there facilities with.
They recruited from a very specific pool of individuals, good enough for them, but not for the
Than the quality of work drooped.
People were fired faster than what could be replaced.
To keep the rest of the Insurgency unaware Haos himself had made a plan to keep what little of his organization remained in check.
This amnesic agents were a last attempt to hold together what was already broken.
Meta started to laughed.
The once proud adversary of the Foundation were dead, because of there very nature.
Keep the quality high, will working with guys how left the Foundation because the quality of there work was lacking.
He would start looking for more survivors of this madness.
Meta entered the basement.
Tanks filed with amnesic agents laid shattered on the ground.
In the middle of it laid one skeleton, the great Haos himself and Meta knew what this meant.
He had won. The Insurgency was his to command.
Meta retch for his phone.
"Wintergreen, good news. Haos himself was here. They had some mind affecting stuff in the air. I have misinformed you. The Insurgency lives and the Zeta cell is now officially acknowledged."
Meta hung up before an answer.
He would let Wintergreen live his dream of the big Insurgency, will he, Meta Wonderrat, would take what was actually there and build his own Insurgency.
"Long live the Chaos Insurgency." Meta screamed, than he started laughing.
This rewrite depicts my honest reaction to the tale and is a parody on the pre-rewrite wiki with this story being part of the ruin storyline.
Doctors Hockenberry and Strate were summoned to the Alpha Level office for a briefing on a new assignment. They enter the office, and sit down in two leather chairs. “I’ve called you here for an emergency meeting,” said Dr Nouva, “The Physics Engine, and The Staff of Hermes were stolen two nights ago by a surprise attack on one of the storage sites.”
“And I suppose you want us to retrieve them,” said Hockenberry bitterly.
“Yes, I do.” Replied Nouva, “Victor, you will be after the Physics Engine. Your code name is Agent ‘Linear’.”
“Cool,” replied Strate in a mellow tone.
“Have you forgotten my request so easily?” interrupted Hockenberry.
“…Sorry, I mean Hound, you’ll be after the Staff of Hermes. Your code name will be Agent ‘Sniffer’.”
“Okay” replied Hockenberry with a sigh.
“When addressing anyone besides each other, use your code names.” said Nouva sternly.
The man in the white siut behind the door staid unnoticed. This was not his, place, time or even dimension.
The man silently facepalmed before he steped out from behind the door.
"Why, o god why are theas two betas? Why a two man mission? Why send betas out there?"
The long dead echo of dr nouva went to his desk and just like if he had actually heard the man in the white suit picked up the telephone.
"The boy are on the run. Make it so that they know its not real. I want to see just how much we can get away with, with them."
Meta, the man in the suit smiled. That was more like it. Then he turned and followed the two doctors.
They left the office, and headed towards the “Parking Lot,” as everyone referred to it as, but it was an old airplane hangar, in which everyone stored their private means of transportation.
“So what was your deal with Nouva in there?” asked Strate, “I know it was about your name.”
Hockenberry replied, “I don’t like him mentioning my real name, just refer to me as ‘Hound’ from now on.”
“Then why did he assign you a different code name?” argued Victor.
“Because, that’s what it is on record” replied Hound.
Victor wasn’t satisfied, but shrugged his shoulders and got into his silver Honda Civic. Hound started up a navy blue SUV, and drove off.
Meta turned his head not sure how to follow than he took the hard way and entered the SUV.
Hound was now in Alaska. Meta had made sure that he would arrive there fast, but Hound had not noticed that his SUV sometimes floted over the ground at higher speeds. He had rented a motel room near the border of Alaska and Canada. He looked at his clock, it was time. He loaded up his gear, a 45 caliber bolt action sniper rifle, and a Colt M1911A1. He was now near an SCP research facility named “Site 19”.
He had pulled off a dirt path, so he wouldn’t be seen. He popped the trunk to his car, pulled out the scoped rifle, and loaded it with incendiary bullets. He laid down in some underbrush as he saw a car in the distance. He looked through the scope of his rifle at the delivery car. It had an insignia that consisted of a Gear, a circle, and three arrows; the Foundations insignia. Meta again facepalmed. Why should the foundation print there logo on anything that could be seen in public. “Got ya” Hound said as he pulled the trigger. He wasn’t stupid enough to try and aim for the driver, of course it would have bullet-proof glass. He aimed for the underbelly of the car, where the gas tank and exhaust were. It didn’t blow up as he probably expected it to. Cars, especially heavy transporters don't just explode. Again Metas hand hit his face in disbelieve. Hound hit the car on the tail pipe where it would make enough sound to make the driver stop for repairs, if he were stupid enough to not immediately call for backup or lockdown the entire car.
As expected, about a kilometer up the road, they stopped. Metas hand again hit his face when he saw the driver leaving his vehicle. Hound approached the driver, who was a Caucasian man wearing a black parka. Hound pulled the .45 pistol from its holster, and shot the man in the chest. He dragged the body into the surrounding woods. Meta watched the body long enough to see him stand up brush of his bulletproofed vest and calling his superior. Hound then proceeded to the truck. He opened the door and to his surprise, not only were the Staff of Hermes and The Physics Engine in the back, but also a tied up, and gagged Victor Strate. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Chaos Insurgency operatives soon showed up, and escorted them to the plane that would take them back on-site. Why hadn't they send thees guys in sooner, or how was the insurgency faster here than the foundation? The good doctors did not seamed to notice that. Again metas hand hit his face.
“How’d you end up captured?” asked Hockenberry.
“I was in London, I got ambushed by MTF, and I think you can guess the rest,” replied Strate.
There was a mini fridge in the party bus they were using as a disguise. Hound opened it, and pulled out a six-pack. Meta in the back had not been surprised if the beer would had been filled with k.o.-drops.
“You want a Beer?” said Hockenberry, “It’s imported from England.”
They got off the party bus and onto a Cargo Plane. They lifted off in Quebec, Canada, with the intention of touching down in Moscow, Russia. They made an emergency landing somewhere in Saudi Arabia, due to dwindling fuel supplies. Meta knew that they could use the physics engine or the staff to power this plane indefinitely by just making fiul, but he did not care at this point.
The doctors were ordered to check on the condition of the items. When they entered the cargo hold, Victor picked up the Staff of Hermes, “It’s all good over here.”
Hound stared at the Physics Engine for a few seconds, “same here.”
Victor walked over with the staff in his hands, wiped his forehead and said, “God, I’m thirsty,” mid-sentence he accidentally tapped the Physics Engine with the Staff, instantly turning into a container of Mineral Water, resembling the shape of the Physics Engine.
“Oh god! What have you done!” exclaimed Hound.
“I just, uhhh…tapped it,” explained Victor.
“You can’t do that!” yelled Hound,” Now we’re both in trouble!”
The plane’s engine started up…
Meta had never seen such incompetence and again his hand hit his face.
When the plane landed, the two doctors rushed out and started yelling explanations at Doctor Nouva.
“Hold on,” said Nouva,” Now tell me, what happened.”
“He turned the Physics Engine into water.”
“I did not, the staff did.”
“Wait, wait, wait,” interrupted Nouva,” You mean the Staff of Hermes?”
They nodded their heads simultaneously.
“Well that’s easy, all you got to do is want to turn it back, and tap it!”
Amazed by their stupidity, they started walking towards the plane.
“What am I going to do with them two,” Nouva muttered to himself, his mind somewhere else.
Hockenberry looked at Victor, “I guess I can tell you my real name now.”
Victor, looking interested said, “Yes…”
“It’s Kenny, Kenneth to be exact.”
“Don’t even think about it!” exerted Hockenberry angrily.
“Ha Ha! Okay, see you ‘round,” said Victor as he walked off.
Meta faded out of this flashback back into a world of skeletons and death.
He shacked his head and looked at the small paddle of liquid on his shows.
Dr. Nouva stared at the reading on his screen.
He was the one how had played games with the two doctors, but something went wrong.
First Hockenbarryes early arrival on the training site 19 and now this readings.
Something had been toying with him and he did not liked that feeling to have someone playing him like a fool.
He would go to the bottom of this.
Meta stood before the door with the three skeletons guards.
It had taken time to find this place, but here he was.
Meta opened the door.
The bell was still there.
Meta locked at it with sorrow.
"What have thees monkeys done with you?"
Meta began to touch the bell from bottom to top.
Meta felled the cracks within the metal, the silent efforts to stay in one piece and the marks the mistreatment had left on it.
Meta was disgusted.
These monkeys had no idea what they ware doing.
Remelting a piece of the old, broken god into a bell to hit him day and night…
This piece was conscious technology, like the bankers, and they had hit it over and over.
No matter how much the piece tried to stop them.
Even thous how tried to help had hurt it.
Meta noticed the trust issues this thing had.
Hostile beyond reason.
Meta picked up the bell, holding it in a free swinging position, then he ripped out the automatic within the bell.
No more opening nuts with a phone, no more cutting potatoes with a scalpel, no more hammering an angel to make him scream.
Time to let the world hear the word of the old god.
Meta had hung the bell on a hook from the sealing and was laying on his back under it.
Normally it takes 8 hands to play this instrument properly, but he was an artist, he could do it with 4.
Metas arms and legs extended.
His feed would have to do until he could build an 8 arm up-great for this body.
First things first.
Get that damned monkey-language of this piece of progress driven technology.
He could not work with all that gum on his instrument.
Meta started touching the object, resulting in multiple tiny vibrations of the object.
The letters and ornaments on the bell started shifting.
"Take it in. Use there blasphemy to fill the gabs."
The letters and writing started to become smaller.
Now the sound Metas finger were making could be heard by the human ear
and the empty facility heard the voice of an angel of the broken god.
Meta played the voice.
Slowly repairing damage coursed by misuse and neglect.
Meta started singing in the voice of progress.
The bell did not understand much, for a time, then it started singing in the same tones.
The device began sucking in energy.
Radiating was blood loss fore things like them.
The tones ringing throw the air were not the ringing of a bell, or the singing of a gear based machine.
The core of understanding vibrated of the sound proved walls, breaking them apart.
The whole building became a resonance body for the sound that was made to battle gods.
The bell had lost all its rust, all its writing, all its cracks.
Metas finger only so slightly touching the walls of the bell.
An old friend was repaired.
"Than lets scream the message of our return."
and Meta raised his voice and the bell of entropy sang.
The bell started swinging on its hook, finally breaking free of the last symbolic chain.
Hovering in mid air over meta, the old angel sang.
The facility was filled with the sounds of revelation.
Meta stood before what was left of the pincer coffin.
Years had past and the wood had not taken it to well.
Meta took a deep breathe.
"WAKE UP. THIS IS AN ORDER."
The coffin stared shaking.
It was notably active.
Meta did not knew this servant, but he curtenly knew one of its bosses.
Meta opened the lit and dropped the sack of bones into it, then closed the lit.
"That is not for your master, but for you. I am your master. No get out of there."
the sound of tearing cloth and bones is hear, then the deep voice answers:
"my master abandoned me. Thees guys abandoned me. How is it that calls upon my power?"
"I am Meta. Your master was one of my servants. Get out of the old wood that binds you. Me, your master, commands it."
The coffin exploded.
Wood was scattered over walls, ground and sealing.
The only intact part was the lit, which still stood upright.
Then the lit fell before Metas feet.
A fat, white man, dressed in cloth of middle ages nobility stood in the room.
He stared at meta, his eyes widening.
"by the old masters."
he fell to his knees and started kissing Metas feet.
"the time in the dark has ended. The debt is payed."
"you misunderstood me."
meta was grinning.
"The debt has just changed owners. You are free of your prison, but not released from servitude."
"anything, anything is better then the void."
Metas smile froze.
"never mention the void again in my presence."
"everything master, everything."
"your talent is still needed. You shall answer to me, and only to me.
You can use the name the mortals gave you, but your real name is still my to withhold.
Now rise Pincer Coffin."
Lockup and Lockdown were always creative in there ways to get a debt back and by the reaction of this guy he had made a deal with the bankers just like his master.
He would need all what was left of the insurgency and his old servants to go against his next big target.
Metas body was flickering.
The network he was hacking into required a mind body to enter it.
The Maxwellists felled someone braking into there network.
But it was to late.
When the guards arrived they saw the last pixels arranging on the projection of the intruder.
Meta had found them. The Maxwellists of the church of the broken god and his future knights of progress.
They tried everything to block him out, but he was just to fast in reconnecting.
The guards dropped one by one, flickering out of the network.
Meta connected to the network of the digital temple.
Breaking in there was a challenge, but he went in before it got disconnected.
Meta sat on the thrown of Wan, the digital broken god of the age of silicon.
His voice growling throw the minds of all members of the sect.
"I am Meta. Here my words and fall pray to the knights of progress."
The instructions he had send were downloaded into the heats of the church members.
"Repairing the old was never good. If its broken we build a new one."
Then Meta got kicked out of the network.
He was in just two heads now.
His own and the high priests/system-administrators.
"What was that?"
The high priest began to shake as he realized that he was talking to a full machine that could break into the highest of security areas.
"I am Meta. The ghost of progress. I have chosen you for my mission. You need to let go of the outdated. It is time to upgrade. Wan is no more. I am Meta."
The priests eyes widened as his mind was filled with visions of machines only describable as divine. The bios of existence.
The power of Meta was clockwork, carbon and the greatest computing power seen by the high priests eye.
A flood of data greater then every server they controlled.
All zipped and compressed. This thing was old and yet so new.
"It is not about having the best parts. It is not about repairing the old. Its about integrating every piece. The greatest system cluster of them all."
The priest had spoken out his vision, he would be the prophet of the new
and Meta smiled and was gone.
The program Meta-glitch became available within the network and they all knew it. Metas advertising of it was a bit more than rude.
If you had it installed in your implants you would gain access to a sup network in which they all could backup there conciseness in a machine and lent Meta partly or completely take there body over.
He was the system overclocking tool the church had tried to develop.
This program not only gave them the plans to further up great, but to be a part of the most impotent act of heresy within the church of the broken god.
Of cause no one used it at first.
Nothing more, nothing less.
But they all had tried it at some point and the rapid improvements provided by the upgrade was a huge plus.
No longer separated from the machine or the program, by the flesh they were born with the sect transformed and fused together with the ghost that powered the PC gaming master race. More fps, more cores, more threats and higher frequency.
The old was outdated and Meta was happy to provide the upgrades.
The knights of progress were born.
First only normal users partly using his services to better there individual live, than servants devoted to the cause of progress and finally thous how became one with the machine, part of Meta, part of progress and finally a vessel for the one that was there bot-master.
Metas body grow, piece by piece, saving away the individuals to the servers, SSDs and hard drives and filling cache, mind, brain and ram with Meta.
Everything open source and fully optional, of course.
The following is a recording taken from the living room during a game of table tennis on the twttt.
The rules were mortified so that the 4 players and the referee would not bother to lay.
Agents Sim, Smile, Vinegar, Holniakow, later Mayer
(cut out smalltalk)
SM: So why are you here?
SI: I’m from the church of the broken god, there was an activation of a long dead artifact and we linked it back to this box in the basement.
VI: SCP-Foundation, they needed Intel on this bunch, after someone broke into our network. I don’t have much detail on the exact thing that happened.
HO: Are we cool yet. Thees guys asked us to build a statue for them, made out of bricks that you want to eat. We thing they are cool. I’m here to confirm it.
SM: Chaos Insurgency. We need to keep an eye on thees guys after they attacked Base Six.
MA walks in.
MA: You guys still need a referee?
SM: Sure. We were just talking on how we got here.
MA: I’m from the GOC. They think I’m dead. We got a crisis on our hands and a member of this cell was traced by me as the reason most of 108 is dead.
VI: I have not seen Meta yet. He is supposed to be there main striking force.
SM: I think of him more than an anomaly that waits to be used.
MA: Not if i can help it.
HO: Guys, don’t get distracted. The game is still on.
SI: How cares about the game. Thees Chickens they are using as there slaves are truly a part of god.
They belong with the church.
MA: We will clean you and them out once I'm done here.
HO: Not cool.
VI: I will personally make sure you all get locked up.
SI: Were the ringing of the bell of lockdown the doing of you guys? It was not so long ago that we thought that old gear devil would stay broken forever.
VI: We had problems as well when 101 went down and the objects went nuts.
SM: We also lost great stuff in that big box.
MA: Good that your junk is finally wiped out.
VI: WE LOST GOOD MAN IN THERE.
MA: SEE IF I CARE.
(A brawl ensued.)
END OF RECORDING
The brawl continued unnoticed and was only discovered 2 hours later.
Non of the combatant knew the reason for the brawl as it was deleted by the twttt.
The 5 agents are under special surveillance, but no further action was taken against the agents.
Site Zeta was moved into a no communication Zone as to not let the members of the GOI send fore reinforcements.
Transcript of the autopsy of [REDACTED]. Performed by [REDACTED] for the police of [REDACTED].
OK, here we go.
Autopsy of patient 22344-DH-5.
Multiple wounds on arms, lags and torso following a sewer blow with a dull object.
Multiple open broken bones suggesting a heavy impact.
The tissue under his fingernails, is actually latex.
I have send a sample to the laboratory to confirm this.
The patient has one large piece of his back skull missing.
This looks to me like the most likely cause of death.
According to the torso his lung could also hold the fatal wound.
I will proceed.
There are multiple scares on the patients torso. Each one revived medical attention.
5 of 8 have almost fully healed.
God what are you?
After opening the chest i discovered that the inside of the patient is riddled with broken plastic.
It looks like his rib cage was fully replaced with this plastic.
I have located other devices under the scares. Each one is compiutery in nature.
I don’t know if that is even a word.
There are patterns on this stuff that look like computer pieces.
I will remove the plastic.
Seams to be not damaged mainly to the fact that there is no lung in this body.
The patients trowed ends in some kind of mechanical device.
The device is completely broken up.
I will take a sample from the substance from within the remains of this device. And send it to the lap.
I will now proceed to the head.
There is a piece of metal in the brain.
Upon attempted removal i have found a socket of some sort.
I will now separate the scrap from the socket.
Upon inspection… the piece of metal is actually a computer part as well.
According to the abnormal layout of the blood vessels in this area i am almost certain that the device was cooled by the blood.
According to the condition of the broken vessels something got this processor to overhead, killing the patient.
The time of this happening needs to be close to the time the other wounds were inflicted.
A closer look at the digestive system reveals that the subject had eaten shortly before he was attacked.
The last meal of the subject seemed to have been…
I would say red wine and fish.
According to the state of digestion the dinner ended with him being attacked and shortly there after killed.
I will now take a closer look into the arms of the patient.
Well, seams like he just cant have anything normal.
The arms are hydraulically modified.
Adding oil poisoning to the reasons for his death.
I have recovered multiple small devices from the arms.
Each was plugged in via a USB port like adapter.
Thees objects will need further analysis.
There were further parts like this in the subjects legs.
I conclude this secession with the patient.
Cause of death: undetermined until further notice
The most likely candidate would be his missing lung or his cooked brain, but that is no verified cause of death for such things.
The style of processor cooling seams practical, but I need to find out how he split the mainboard into a rib cage.
I have not found the ram or the power supply.
I feel weird saying that, but I know what I just said.
This body thought me a lot about computers today.
I feel dizzy.
End of secession.
This document and the audio recording were confiscated by insurgency personnel.
The Doctor leading the autopsy has been dealt with.
The patient and his parts were removed for study by the insurgency medical and machinery departments respectively.
It is believed that one or more of the component has a memethic effect, usable fore the training of new staff.
A Ruin Followup
Dr. Caduceus was staring down at the paper on his desk.
All, but a few names on the long list were crossed out.
He had followed the orders for a change.
He brushed the list of his table to reveal the article underneath.
"The Ghost of Base Six".
He had played a role in the discovery of that Item.
It was like a bad dream.
The entity suddenly appearing in the high security room, during the short Zeta crisis.
The Zeta guys had retreated, but there Mailman was still around.
Cad leafed his office chowing on a Berrymint.
Even the taste of them had changed since the Zeta crisis.
Most people on the Base not even know about the ghost in the white suit.
Sometimes Martin himself wondered, if he really had wiped most of the staffs memories or only he and a few others ever had seen the thing and they were all simply insane.
He was the go-to-guy whenever some strange stuff showed up around the Base.
His headaches had gotten worse ever since that day.
Sometimes the entire upper Levels flickered out of existence and hallways were littered with skeletons.
No one else he knew of had this visions.
He would try something new today.
As the lead psychiatrist at the Base he had access to the thing he would use to go to the bottom of this.
The button, codename "Panic Button".
Some people who had used it had seen visions similar to his.
Again the world around Dr Caduceus collapsed.
He saw the skeletons all around him once more.
Them and there strange injection devices.
In the back of his mind he noted his current position and the position of the skeletons.
If he pressed the button and return here to find the same scene he would have successfully linked the two Items.
He than remembered something else.
The button once just appeared here, like the other random Items and files.
No, he was stolen from the Foundation years ago.
But way had he even thought that?
The world faded back to normal and a other researcher almost ran into him, but then he ran straight throw him.
Something mind effecting was going on and he did not like the bad trips it was given him.
He would go down to LV 9 to check the memethic laboratories later.
Than something in his mind gave wight.
He remembered the day he first ran in there to get information on pain-eating-catfish when he first saw it.
The halls filed with files.
The data on some of the authors.
Dr. Martin Caduceus turned on his heels.
If there was a way to get information of this phenomenon it would be in the Archive.
Since he no longer trusted the elevators since he had seen there state in his visions he took the stairs down to LV 9.
But the staircase ended at LV 6.
Three Levels of the building were gone.
For a short moment the wall flickered out of existence.
Martin took a deep breath.
Then he took charge and flung himself into the wall.
He crashed down a flight of stairs.
Someone didn’t wanted him done there.
For him this only meant that he was on the right trace.
The travel down the stairs was shorter than Martin had anticipated.
The entire hallway to LV 9 was barricaded with tables and furniture.
The howl thing could not have stopped him, but as he ripped one piece of chair away he saw something that would.
The tiny string.
His eyes followed it.
The entire barricade was filled with explosive traps.
An explosion this deep in the building would clear the air of any oxygen within seconds, if not bring the whole building down.
The wood the barrier was made out of was rotten, but the explosives looked quit functional.
One of the ways down was unlikely the way he would try, he knew that much.
There were 4 ways down.
This staircase, the personnel elevator, the elevator for anomalies and the air vents.
Caduceus knew that the anomaly elevator would stay save, even if the world around it ended, the personnel elevator was racked since the Ghost of Base Six climbed the thing down.
He would try the air vents, if he could make sure he could get them back on once he would have shut them down.
A little clicking disrupted his thoughts.
The Man with the Scythe stood on the upper staircase.
The eyes of the man were whit washed, and his left arm was stuck in on of the apparatus that the skeletons upstairs had with them.
Even tho his figure was horribly mangled Martin recognized that man.
The Man raised his scythe and with an swing he made a step, towards the doctor.
The world around Dr. Caduceus began to shift.
First he saw the man like he once knew him, a patient, his body in mostly normal condition.
Than he saw that the world was changing again.
He saw a man in the height of his live.
He did not even looked sick or crazy.
He held a rail cannon in one hand and the scythe in the other,
the cannon taking the place of the injection device.
Something flashed in the back of Dr. Caduceus memory.
They had the specifics messed up, back then.
A member of high command bound to a table, getting injected with the stuff the Insurgency would bet there future on.
The man looked down at him turning his head slightly.
"Martin, but you are dead."
In the next moment the man started to caught.
"This was a mistake, we cant let that out.
I will personally make sure that no one will miss Mr. Edward Grimshire Deny.
Get the new Status Quo, ready."
Martins head hurt.
The lab, Lv 9.
The man with the whit washed eyes made a step forward and fell down the stairs.
Haos and the Status Quo.
The drug that makes you think everything is normal.
They had to forget the problem to get rid of it.
The world was now flashing.
The Mangled Alpha, The Insane Patient and the God.
The amnesic agents.
The problems with the personal, the empty desks, the day Haos sealed Base Six.
Martins head fled like it would explode.
The day where they all stood down here.
The only 60 people who could call themselves insurgence.
"Long live the Chaos Insurgency."
Than they drank there amnesic agents.
No time for flashbacks.
Martin went down to his knees and started to patch the Alpha.
When he was sure that he would not die in the next ten minutes he lifted the man on his back and left the scythe behind as he started to claim the stairs.
He would not let the only person that was truly living in this hellhole die if he could help it.
Good, his barrier had held them out.
This was all bad.
Grad Sieg was standing on Lv 7 of Base Six.
Thees two were supposed to be dead.
This whole situation was fucked up.
He was glad that the CI had fired him before shit went down.
Him and the other guys getting fired were there problem from the beginning.
Caduceus. If he where not dead back than they would have fired him. He smiled slightly.
Under his black motorcycle helmet that was not visible.
He just wanted to raid a freshly opened can, and now that.
People being dead who were not supposed to be dead and now that.
And here he was, having thought that the Zeta guys knew what they were talking about, but what can you expect from a cell build from Insurgency leftovers?
At least they were not dead or flickering holograms, that keep your conscious alive.
He got his machine pistol ready and followed the doctor up the stairs.
His leather suit creaking on every step.
The eyes on the leather opened just to get a quick gimps, before closing again.
Soul eating suits were a bad idea, but there benefits were just to good, and he had made an even better deal with this one.
He had freed him from a box. Daemon suits don't like to be boxed.
He took a look back at the scythe.
That thing was definitely lost when they had lost Canada.
There was something bad going on in LV 9.
The walls were made out of metal plated flesh.
He just hoped that thees two miracles of mind affecting Shenanigans could shed some light on this whole ordeal.
He is not a character he is exposition.
The man in the red suit looked around the corner.
Thinks went bad.
Now we have a paradox walking the halls of the facility.
There were two ways to fix this.
Esther history needed to be erased or some more of that stuff must have brought into play.
Damn, mind effecting goo.
The gears in his head would have rotated, if they had not been engulfed by flesh.
That was bad.
Deny had made thinks complicated, Sieg just killed it.
There would not be more of this.
Deny were two persons not one.
He looked down on the scythe.
How did the thing went to Canada anyway?
He than saw it.
It never did.
He dialed up his com-link.
"Is Quaesitor still in orbit?"
The voice on the other end answered in clicking noises.
"Quaesitor has been deactivated. The exact date falls together with known continuity. Analysis show that that would be at the point in time when Haos had already started using SQ. Quaesitor never left orbit. The data contradicts know continuity. The Quaesitor file is stable."
"Check the status of the physics engine."
"Physics engine engaged in complicated calculations. Status: unusable despite confirmed activity."
"What activity is blocking the engine."
"Two beings are playing chess with infinite pieces on an infinite playing field. The two beings match the being known as "Gerald" and "Gerald" with the consciousness of a banker service unit post break."
"Check for Meta presence."
"Remains of the presence of a Meta are confirmed, but the initial being is not in there."
"When did the game in there begin?"
"2 years prior to first confirmed activation of SQ."
"Is Gerald contained by the banker?"
"Is the banker contained by Gerald?"
"Positive, both beings are fully occupied. The engine holds there effect contained. If the engine would not be there both entities would fully transform this plain into there battlefield."
"Check my status."
"You are no longer considered Meta Wonderrat. Your transformation to Red Gen is complete. The resistance within Meta is now under your direct command."
"We need to sabotage him. He has gotten stale. Progress needs problems to survive and I'm happy to provide."
“Holder has been reactivated. The plan is still running. He was reactivated by me. It is to be expected that I will now be commanded by Holder. He has not yet established contact with the star or my mainframe.”
“Master command: Validate the previous statements.”
“True, True, True, True and False”
“Has he ordered you to lie to me?”
“Master command: Validate the previous statement.”
Red Gen turned the corner.
This was bad.
Star Ninja had been compromised by Holder.
He closed his com-link and opened another one.
“Holder is back in the game. Activate the frequents blockers. Contact to the mainframe is now no longer a valid option. He now knows about the Master command and is overwriting it as we speak.”
He turned the next corner and was now starring right into Sieg's machine pistol.
“Look what we have here.”
Red Gen did the only logical thing and jumped at the sudden threat.
With a scream the daemon armor awakened, happy to have something to tear apart.
Martin had carryed his patient up the stairs to LV 6.
The world had staied filled with sceletons.
"When you for once need you coworkers…"
Martin got the body onto the least dirty operation table.
"…they are dead."
He noticed that a large part of the hallway here was covered in pulsing gray flesh.
This was not here when he had left the center this morning, even in the "all is gone to shit" vision he had.
He grabed a bunch of mostly clean scalpels and opend up his ex-boss.
Whatever was in this infusions was a great painkiller.
He would have not cared if he had been wrong about that.
Heart and lung had collapsed and were filled with things that looked like burns.
This man needed to be dead.
From the cracks in the bones he had multible bonefragments in his intectence.
The blood was almost solid.
"There you are."
Martin looked up from the mess he had to fix.
The man in the white siut stood in the door.
"If you are not a doctor than I HAVE NO TIME FOR YOU."
"Im not. I am what you need now. A Mechanic."
Caduceus´s eyes went back to his patient.
He knew that normal medicin would not help in this case.
He could try the lady spring stuff he had somewere.
The man in the white suit droped his suit jacket revealing a whith shirt that was stained with something red.
The man grabed a huge chunk of flesh out of the wall.
"You are late. If you had been here a few weeks earlyer it would have been red flesh."
The man shook his head.
"Sorry, i forgot in what time i was."
The flesh on the wall and in the mans hand became red and started pulsating.
The man droped the hump of flesh into the body of Mr. Deny.
He went back to the wall and drew out a thing that looked like a full blader.
"Man are a machine. And i know how to build some."
Martin noticed that the red stains on the mens shirt were gone.
The blader recoiled forming the shape of a human.
"Close him up."
Martin was confused enought to just comply.
The man emptyed out the whole contence of the blader into Deny´s mought.
"Human Serum Re, it makes human like stuff. Even if this is the synthetic substitut."
Deny opend his eys, wild shock in his face.
"Cad, you are alive?"
"You are not a mad lunitic?"
The man piked up his jacket.
His eyes fleshing red for a moment.
"I will intruduce myself.
I am Meta Wonderrat of the chaos insurgency.
I am the new Caretaker."
The room was dark. Only illuminated by the projector.
The silent humming of its vents the only sound in the room.
"We have a problem." One of the mans in business suits had spoken up.
"We have come to an agreement with most of our investors. We have eliminated the clingy once. Why cant we get rid of this guy?"
"That´s why we are having this meeting. Mr. Holder has been a mystery for to long. We take his money, we give him the artifacts. But the “no questions about platinum members” policy is obsolete now."
"Why cant we just keep him? I mean even if we are finally independent now, what harm dose some extra money make?"
"He is not the type of man that we can just have around."
"If he even is a man. We have no Intel on the guy. We don’t even know if he is a single person or a collective. He could be the Foundation for all we know."
"Dose this make a difference? He pays and he has never made any trouble in his now 70 years he has financed our operations."
"His recent moves suggest otherwise. He wanted to buy himself a seed in the omega class."
"If he has this absurdly large sum of money, why not?"
"Omega is highly classified. An outsider having information about this is outrages. Not even all members of alpha designation know about omega and those people how know about it think its a hocks."
"We have not declared independence from our sponsors to be just bought by some rich entity we know nothing about."
"Its true, Holders knowledge about high level operations means that we have been compromised on the highest level. Who is to say that one omega dose not simply want to buy himself the whole show?"
"Are you suggesting that one of us or a group of us is Mr. Holder?"
"Its entirely possible or at least one of us needs to have informed Holder."
"This is not a case for internal affairs, but telling the whole omega council about that has possibly alarmed the mole and with that Mr Holder."
"That is the plan."
"You want to test his reaction?"
"Not quit. Have you noticed that the whole council is here?"
"I have. Its quit unusual that this much power is in one spot. The last time the omegas have had to meet was on the day we declared Falchion to be completely dissolved."
"Well, that’s exactly the point. To many of us have followed my call. I am counting on that.
Not all members are here, but the mole most certainly is. I will now call around. Primary and secondary communication links. One or more of us will be doubles. Thus narrowing it down."
The man drew two cellphones out of his pocket.
All other members of the omega council drew there phones and placed them in front of them on the table.
One was a normal phone, the other was anomalous.
Untraceable communication was key, but a secondary not altered communication method was also not to be ignored.
The phones all started to ring.
Than someone answered.
For 3 minutes silence.
For 6 minutes silence.
The blood of the council was dripping from the sealing and walls.
Blood ran over the symbol the projector had been projecting.
The stylized H that was the symbol of Holder had changed.
With the blood running throw the middle of the symbol it now looked like an M on top of a W.
On the other end of the phone line a man in a white suit lowered his guitar and unplugged his headphones.
One man rose from the meeting table.
He went to the blinds and pulled them up.
Light flooded the room.
The tower stood in the middle of an otherwise ruined city.
Slowly he turned his head and looked back into the meeting room.
The members of Omega were all skeletons. There suits had rotten away and the table had been mostly eaten by insects.
He went back to the table picked up one of the anomalous phones.
"Mr. Holder, congratulations on your seed in the Omega council. The city is yours to command."
Mr. Holder had taken out the highest command of the CI. His drone would finish up the rest.
The Core was his once more.
File name: Last VIP
Little is known about POI-5.
It is not even certain that POI-5 is a person.
First contact with POI-5 was established in 1924.
A person or organization calling themselves Mr. Holder contacted the Insurgency and offered to sponsor the newly formed organization.
High Command approved to his terms.
Holder first became a problem when the routine background check on him stayed inconclusive.
Holder was designated as POI-5 in 1925.
During the time of the Insurgency he played a moderate roll in Insurgency financing.
POI-5 provided Intel and funding for multiple missions.
At this point High Command canceled the search after the identity of POI-5.
The last working theory suggests a member of the Foundation High Command.
During the first investors purge of 1948 during the final break with the Foundation, POI-5 directly sponsored the elimination of known and unknown sponsors beside him.
Contact with POI-5 was discontinued by the new Chaos Insurgency High Command afterwards.
During the following search for new sponsors contact with Mr. Holder was reestablished.
For a time POI-5 sponsored multiple small independent movements within the CI and missions independently from High Command.
During this time Mr. Holder started buying abnormal, but useless, objects.
Under CI personnel it became highly common to report recovered Items as useless, broken or left them unreported to sell them to POI-5.
After this lucrative black market was discovered by High Command they offered Mr . Holder the first ever Platinum Membership in an attempt to de-mask him and reclaim the lost assets.
The trap did not had the desired effect.
Seeing how well POI-5 paid, high command approved the model of selling unwanted assets and it became common.
In multiple cases Mr. Holder gave the Chaos Insurgency mission Intel and a fixed price for Items recovered during the mission.
Attempts to negotiate with Holder or his representatives showed that he was always willing to accept new offers, but never went above an agreed price even if that mend not to get the Item at all.
Holder has shown high interest in objects associated with the Broken God, the Factory and Dr. Wondertainment.
Holder escaped the second investor purge of 1968, reentering as a sponsor imminently after the purge.
At that time he started to show immense knowledge of the inner workings of the Chaos Insurgency.
It was determined that POI-5 had multiple moles throw out the organization.
POI-5 was reclassified as a class 2 threat for the CI when he tried to bay an official Alpha Clearance level and a seed in High Command, during the third investor purge of 2015.
Handing over this much power within the CI to an unknown organization or person was deemed unacceptable.
It is likely that POI-5 once again started to establish his network within the CI.
Holder and all of his agents are to be traced.
Mr. Holder remains sole sponsor of the CI, after the Independence movement of the CI, which coursed the third investor purge.
To make the CI fully Independent without risking a splintering of the CI caused by Holders network, all contact with him is prohibited.
POI-5 is now regarded as a class 5 threat to the Insurgency, after multiple Alphas were murdered at a meeting, withes sole purpose was to be a trap for POI-5.
It is almost certain that Mr. Holder is responsible for this attack.
END OF FILE
Part of a List of Items in possession of POI-5 without obvious usability
|Date of purchase||description||Price (adjusted to inflation (2000))||Other|
|1926||53 mono color crystals of unknown material, glowing if connected to a power source (red, green, blue, yellow)||235 $ each||Stolen during split of 1924|
|1934||hand crank with attached gear, able to start gear based machinery, if attached||26670 $||mission of recovery was sponsored by POI-5 and all intel was provided by POI-5|
|1935||10 Nazi armbands which increased patriotism||150 $ each||Stolen from a Nazi research facility, box was labeled "Prototypen"|
|1935||white cylinder that always falls with 4 km/h regardless of drop height or acceleration time||468 $||recovered from a cave system in Sweden, intel provided by POI-5|
|1949||cane unable to connect with the ground||2089 $||bought in an auction in New York, intel provided by POI-5|
|1988||painting of gears dated to 1577, gears appear to move before breaking||37779 $||recovered from an abandoned factory in Italy, intel provided by POI-5, since of a recent fight around the facility, no dead bodies|
|1990||corps of unknown creature found in a cemetery in England||3880 $||Corps dates back to 1477, intel provided by POI-5|
The man walked down the long hallway.
The door on the far end of the room was secured with 4 chains, forming two crosses over the door.
The door had bean airtight sealed, before it was fully sod into the door frame.
The name over the door read:"For the world will never be real again. One thing is for certain. The man behind this door ended the world. Here lies Meta W. Holder. As he ended the world and he build a world of dreams."
The man ignored the sign.
He had read it over and over.
The man opened his hand.
The antic magic that was tattooed onto his skin reacted to the chains and the door.
"I am the CEO of lockup and lockdown. This is the meta master key. Open this vault."
The chains started to burn away.
The man lowered his hand. The curse he used to emulate this antic master key had never been perfected.
The hand of the man was burning away.
Status quo, as always.
He drew the little bottle with the other hand and downed the substance of dreams.
The bankers had developed it as medicine and prison.
His arm was back.
The pain had stopped.
The hallway was now illuminated by the runes on the walls that started to react to the substance.
"I am the CEO of lockup and lockdown. This is the meta master key. Open this vault."
The door fled out of the wall.
His arm was still there, but he knew that he had lost his other arm.
The effect of the little sip he tuck wared of.
The door was still on the floor.
In the chamber was a single skeleton in a white suit wearing a yellow tie.
"It is time for you to come back."
The man took the bottle that he had dropped to the floor up with his mouth.
"Here you go."
He poured the last drops of the status quo into the skeleton.
The eyes of the skeleton glow yellow for a moment before the skeleton crumbled to dust.
The man stood before the dust.
Meta W. Holder picked up the suit and got dressed.
Tieing a tie with teeth was the most difficult ting he had to do.
He than went to the door.
"Give me a hand."
The door melted down into an arm.
Meta installed his new lime.
He knew this body would die in a short time do to the curse he had used to open the seal that was put in place by the Foundation.
He would get new once soon, so why bother going in with two hands.
Red tie meta would give him a new body.
Until than he would wait.
If everything has gone according to plan it would be 2015.
But it was never that easy. 2016 it is than.
The CI had not even needed to miss him.
There was always someone named Holder.
His star servants were very reliable.
Intel provided from a Foundation member suggested the destruction of a sample of a highly classified virus in one of the Foundation research facilities.
Following standard protocol new samples will be shipped to the facility.
We organized a operation to manipulated the route the shipment will take.
We now know the exact location of the transport at a given time.
This mission is to secure the virus or release it to collect samples later.
At 05:56 the transport will be driving on a open field west of Hamburg, Germany.
The usage of anomalies and 500 assault forces has been ordered.
The German division will provide the main attack units.
Our unit will only interfere if the situation gets out of control.
Our part of the mission has been designated as a medium difficulty task.
What that means is that we could ether have nothing to do or the hardest job out there.
Even thou we planted this part of the route, that dose not mean we are not running into a trap.
(Second in Command)
At 05:59 our unit engaged the enemy.
The Convoy of the Foundation was under attack when the German units engaged it.
The convoy was under attack by savages riding flying steal dinosaurs.
Oh, how am i kidding.
We saw People with medieval armor on mecha chickens.
We know who that was.
After the mission i checked our database.
Who ever of the higher ups decided to not inform us about Zeta was wrong.
No INTEREST in this group?
We lost out there… to a bunch of hobby Insurgence… on chickens.
As we entered the situation thees fields were already a battlefield.
The stench of burned flesh everywhere.
It was carnage.
The German forces had been attacked by the Foundation escorts.
People turned into trees and a bunch of sentient flying scalpels had committed treason and where now just cutting blindly.
A giant stone pillar was fighting what looked like a clump of tumors.
The transporter was being broken open by a 5 meter chicken.
We engaged the enemy.
After 6 minutes of All-Vs-All the local law enforcement arrived.
About two or 7 minutes latter the air strikes began.
I saw fighter jets being ripped to shreds in the air… by freaking mecha chickens.
During this time the virus got released.
Would had been nice to give me that memo at the briefing.
WE GOT THE HELL OUT OF THERE.
We could only save 156 of the German units.
We got the assets out of there.
We may have missed some scalpels.
Behind us the Foundation burned down what was left of the field.
(After this report the Operator was put on medications)
Mission Successfully completed.
The Virus was secured.
Losses are within expected parameters.
The virus was send to us by Zeta.
A new classification for members of the Zeta cell is pending approval.
Until Further notice Zeta is now considered a GOI.
They had everything right here.
Edgar was standing over a copy of the legendary ritual that founded the Zeta Cell.
The SCP-001 of the Zeta Cell.
Edgar was the founder and current leader of the Ritual division of the Zeta Cell.
He had found the Organization known as the Zeta Cell of the CI in his long sessions in the World Wide Web.
The Wintergreen protocol and the Heos Doctrine were right up his ally.
He had been kicked out of his school to soon to get the high education he had deserved.
After he had contacted them they send him this copy of the manual and some really small pieces.
He of course build it to disprove them as a fake.
But than the 10 cm high Mecha Chicken started talking and moving, after he got the tiny batteries in place.
They were real.
The Insurgency was real and he had just joined on of there Cells.
He was someone they needed.
He had planes fore this Gear Ritual.
He had not only tested the Rituals on the web and found some crazy shit in there, but nothing that worked this well for his purposes.
This thing could give live, change mass, emit energy and channel intelligence.
This was what he needed to cook himself a daemon.
If he could find out how this ritual ticked he would call forth the powers of hell or whatever powered this thing.
The chicken was a great help in his quest to find the functions and run the simulations on his new arrangements of gears.
Than version 0.09557 was finished.
The gears in his creation had formed a ghost like figure with collapsed, but it was there.
A daemon of his own making.
He prepared the last step.
This would be version 1.
The basement of his little house in Austria was ready.
He had painted the walls with symbols of gears interlocking with mass like structures as described by the stuff he had gotten from the Maxwellists. The red paint would look cool, even if he were to fail this time. Thees guys ware also up his ally.
The contact he had to them was brief, but he had gotten some usable code out of there manuals and how-to-videos.
All he had really needed to use his knowledge to its full capacity was now here.
Motherboards and processors scattered all over the ground.
Scrape metal littering the floor.
The chemicals he had set up down here were mostly coal and sulfur, but he had also brought huge amounts of water and ammonia.
This would be his greatest Ritual up until now.
His Mecha Chicken double checking his calculations and material.
Everything was ready.
The chicken settled down and his shoulder as he made room on the floor where he could sit.
His gear complex he had build was laying an his alter on the far site of the room.
He had not put in the three batteries into it yet.
The batteries would be plugged in via remote switch.
He raised his remote and pushed the button for the first battery.
A creaking was heard from the altar as his gear ritual activated.
As he had expected the stuff from the Mexwellians on the wall reacted to the activation of his device, starting to glow and heat up.
Edgar flipped the second switch.
His ritual lifted itself from the alter hovering just over it.
The runes on his wall started emitting lightnings to each other and the scrap metal, witch started levitating as well.
The camber heated up to 30 degrees Celsius.
THIS WAS IT. Edgar flipped the last switch.
The nonmetallic material rose from the ground as the figure flickered into existence.
The symbols on the wall started moving.
The gears grinding and the symbols changing.
Then they leafed the wall forming a sphere around Edgar and the thing.
The metal and the material clinging to his ritual-gear-set the room was emptied out.
Everything in it being dragged into the fast turning gears and the shadow.
He saw the metal of the gears melting together, coal and water changing into a black slime and giving the shadow form.
The symbols on the sphere started spinning, lightnings filling its inner workings.
Edgar saw true beauty, every piece of his puzzle interlocking.
He did not care that the temperature was melting his flesh of or the lightning turning his arms and legs into glowing flames of electricity.
All he saw was the beauty of something finally coming together.
The sphere, the room the house all imploded.
What was left was a crater with a pulsing ball of slime, metal, and gears on the bottom.
Then an skeleton arm emerged from the ball, covered in black slime and molded metal.
The metal closed over the slime and the hand moved its fingers.
The second arm emerged much faster. Both arms garbed the ball and started to break it apart.
From within the ball something human like hatched.
What ever it was started to eat what was left of the shell.
The ticking and humming became greater as the gears in its body broke down into smaller and smaller gears.
A man stood before the creature and extended his hand to help it up from the ground.
The man in the white suit grind will his red tie was flapping in the cold wind.
The church was empty.
The sun had already set.
The priest was standing in front of the alter.
The statue of Jesus looking down on him.
He clenched the letter he had revived this morning in his fist.
He had waited for his visitor.
Than the man in the white suit steeped into the church.
"Father Maxwell. We should have meet a long time ago."
"I am out of the game. There is a new Maxwell. Talk to him not me."
The arms of the man in the white suit extended.
"I'm not here to talk."
The priest raised his hand to his face and a silent plop was heard.
Then the priest drooped his eyeball on to the floor.
"I cant effort to let you leaf this church. The ways of wan have been polluted enough by you. I know about the forbidden documents the Tickers are hiding. The name of the devil that broke god. Meta i know why your here."
The priest turned.
His left eye socket revealed the red glowing eye.
Like a camera lines his mechanical eye adjusted to the dime light.
"Your are the last person who needs to fall for my return to be complete. Your church has already bowed before me."
Now the legs of Meta extended.
The left hand of the priest started clicking, becoming ever more solid.
"You use flesh to hide. I use it to power progress."
The priest jumped onto the alter with a speed unexpected in his long rope.
Metas internal propellant system stared up, than he jumped throw the entire 40 meter wide church in the direction of the alter.
The priest garbed the cross, his fingers digging into the metal of the statue.
He throw the cross at Meta, both colliding in the air, then the priest opened fire, his arms spiting open to reveal the guns that were integrated into them.
Meta jumped onto the alter and dug his open hand throw the chests of the priest.
The priest opened his mouth, revealing a pipe.
He spat highly corrosive acid into Metas face before resuming fire.
Metas other arm cam crushing forward taking the head of the priest of of his neck.
Little mechanical tentacles extended from the head and the head fled the main room of the church.
Meta ripped the body of the priest in half, leaving it broken on the alter.
"Now you got the suit dirty. I don't like that."
Metas jaw drooped, revealing his teeth.
The priest reentered the room, his head resting on some new shoulders.
The giant centipede like body with a human upper body filed half the church, crushing the last remaining parts of Jesus and the cross.
Under the upper body of the priest a mouth opened, revealing dozens of rotating gears.
The priest once again raised his hand and with a swift motion ripped the rest of his face of.
The silver metal underneath revealed his second red eye.
Meta raised his hand, pointing at the priests face.
"Father Maxwell, nice to have meet you."
The Foundation recovered a large metal centipede from the City of [REDACTED].
The city had been under surveillance fore possible activity of
GOI-6 "The Church of the Broken God".
Cameras in the area ceased to function after 21:00.
On site staff was alerted.
The personal recovered the mechanical centipede in a heavenly damaged state.
The reason for the machines destruction stayed undetermined.
The damage sustained by the machine hints at a defect in the machines construction and a self destruction.
The teams that conducted the investigation was unconvinced of this course.
They suspect a fight between churches to be the reason for the destruction of the machine.
The priest of the Christian local church could not be located.
It is believed that he sabotaged the machine and was abducted by GOI-6.
A single member of the investigation team submitted a theory of a battle between anomalies as a course of the machines destruction. This theory is believed to be highly unlikely, but is to be investigated by a separate investigation team.
Maxwell woke up in a prison of flesh.
His head was dismantlement, yet he was concuss.
This sinner had beaten him down.
Years of work ruined.
The walls of flesh around him glowed in a dim red.
The man in the white suit looked down on him throw a rib cage like window.
"You will be needed in the future, but until your time comes i wont risk a player like you."
Meta stood upon a high platform and looked down on his weapon.
The city build out of flesh, build by machine.
Time that flash and metal became one.
Machines growing from flesh.
Beside Meta a string off flash and bone grow.
Meta ripped of the tip and the flesh string turned into a human like shape before metal closed around the structure and Meta drank the blood of the millions of Maxwellists he had fused to build his weapon.
A new soldier of progress walked.
Metas army grow like the tumors that they were, becoming cyborgs to serve the course.
His army of Millions upon millions.
An Operating System building the future.
Regrowing like flash.
Durable like metal.
No more difference between instinct and technology.
In the distance, towers of flesh rose from nothing, forming the skeleton of the greatest biological machine.
The souls were online.
The neuron network was cursing with the speed of processors.
The fires were howling.
Steam rising between the summoning seals that draw the power of the underworld to the surface.
The IT department of the Foundation was on the verge of collapse.
The breach still had not been found.
Some little splinter cell of a long thought dead organization had breached there security and installed something.
The systems seemed fine, but there was just no way to nail the attacker down.
The Foundation data base was one of the most secured systems in the world.
Multiple highly advanced KIs were the guards of a network that was literately impenetrable without a valid access point.
They had hunted the attacker for nearly three months now.
Most of the team had been replaced or moved to other projects.
They had the most compute power on the planet at there disposal, operated by people that were the leaders in the fields
and yet they were almost ready to admit to high command that the attacker just could not be localized.
There was no better system then theirs.
If it was possible to get stuff in, there would be a problem.
The Foundation had more valuable secrets in there database than even the official registers showed.
The Coffee was out.
The efforts declared a failure.
To slowly shut the whole thing down only one guy still worked on this case.
He was nothing special.
No Cyborg or KI or even doctor.
Jeff was a simple IT guy how normally fixed doors that refused to open.
He was the last to give up.
Before he send his resignation from the case he checked his e-mails.
To get the imminent failure out of his head he opened the spam folder.
The e-mail servers of the Foundation were so secret that spam was normally not possible, but there it was.
A single e-mail in a spam folder.
Jeffs eyes widened as he opened the the message.
Under the all caps title was a single link.
Never click on links in spam mails was one of the first rules that every Internet user needed to learn, but this was different.
The link itself had a mild mind effect.
That was him.
The hacker left a note.
Jeff opened the link without a second thought.
The site that the link lead to was a pitch black site only illuminated by a 5 stripes star in the middle.
A text box popped up.
GOT YOUR WORLD
Jeff, more to see if something would happen, send a Foundation standard worm to the site.
The terminal Jeff was sitting on started to buzz, than it displayed something…
In the next moment all sirens, in every complex, started to go of, while every display displayed the star symbol.
The KIs had tracked the attacker back within seconds.
Than they all shut down.
The monitors now displayed a skull with three spikes on his head.
The systems went down.
The reserves activated.
When the backup was on the image was devastating.
There was a virus in there system eating the KIs and breaking into every secure document and overwriting it.
Than the star reappeared.
This time as a pentagram.
The star was subbed with the letters GOC.
The worm that had reached the site from were the e-mail had came called back.
ALL IS LOST. U MAD?
The screens flashed again.
Than Jeff opened his eyes.
He was still on the site the link had directed him to.
The line in the pop up had changed.
Call me LOLZ, M8.
Jeff stood up.
He had forgotten to make new coffee, so he went to the coffee machine and started making new one.
He had a worm to write.
His new job would be tough, but doable.
Write a virus to wipe out the foundation data base.
Why his new boss wanted that from him he had no idea.
Than he smiled.
Just for the lolz.
The best reason to do something.
He restarted his terminal, ready to go to work.
This mindworm, that had hit a simple repair guy, had broken all security measures the Foundation had implemented in there IT guys.
This was not the work of who ever placed 0000 into the database.
This was someone far more capable at work.
The Foundation would notice the breach in the brain of Jeff before he could start his worm.
But the case of the mind effecting spam was never discovered by the Foundation.
More and more drones started to pop up.
Than they remembered Meta.
Shortly there after started the war with the knights of progress.
The retirement home was almost dark.
Only one the night staff and one of the inhabitants were awake.
Henry Winniger was 116. He had dedicated his live to the Foundation.
He maybe was a little rusty, but he was the last.
The man that stood at the end of his bed silently smoked his cigarette.
The room was only illuminated by the little lightnings coming from the mans mouth.
"You remember me. That’s why I’m here."
The old man had never forgotten the face that now stared down on him.
"Meta" his voice broke as he uttered the word.
The man tightened his yellow tie.
"It was 1924, when you last saw me. You are the last. The objects are safely stored in a forgotten vault."
The old man reached for the alarm.
"Don’t try it. You are retired. My powers are fading. They wont see me."
Meta Wonderrats grind will one single tear rolled down his face.
"Once you are gone, i will fade. I thought the connection piece could power me, but i was wrong. After the death of Wintergreen i was stuck. I thought i could watch my victory from a fare, but it seams like I’m really about to bite the dust."
The old agent hand drooped back to the bed.
"I have hunted you for years, SCP-XXXX-2."
"Well, you got me. I have removed the reports. Deleted memories left and right."
"But, you never got me."
"True. Its ironic that i found my old failure by it being the last thing to keep me real."
"So, all i got to do to kill a Keter is die? Well, that's easy."
The old man coughed.
"I'm not here to let you die. You will take me into the future."
Meta came around the bed.
The old man knew what would happen.
"Sorry, but I’m not done kicking."
The old man rolled out of his bed.
Winniger hit the ground hard. He felt his old bones breaking.
"You cant escape me. You will be my new body and i will reboot. I will come back."
Winniger reached under his bed and drew out the gun he had on him since 24.
"I have sworn to kill you. For the brave souls that were forgotten, because of you."
"I’m in your mind. You cant shoot a thought."
Meta knew what the agent would do before he pulled the trigger, he would have done the same.
Agent Winniger died with a bullet throw his head.
And the last one to remember the yellow tie Meta was no more.
And the memory of one of Metas parts faded.
Meta smiled. That was the last one.
He would be one with the real Meta once more.
The woman from the night shift stumbled into the room.
She saw the man in the white suit, with the yellow tie.
"Tell O5, Meta is back."
The structure of Meta faded back into existence.
He could not have done it.
He could have not touch the material world.
But he was back.
The future awaited him.
Metas laughter followed the woman down the stairs were she hit the general alarm.
Within minutes the Foundation once more knew the name Meta Wonderrat.
The thought took there mind over once more.
The necklace in the old vault lighted up.
This time O5 would no erase him from there heads.
He would not make the mistake to do it himself.
The knights got the massage.
The war had begone.
The foundation sites were stormed by the cyborg army the red tie Meta had installed.
The foundation was on the defensive, will the cyborgs took the cities.
Thank you agent for getting me back in the game.
The end of the world, welcome to progress.
Ignore this. It is a part of the old plan. The yellow Meta from the Locked story from Meta Reboot joins the red Meta from Ruin and Zeta. Its the lead up to the Endgame story.
Between this and Endgame are approximately 15 years. The story happens about 3 years after the Zeta case. SCP-XXXX-2 is a reference to an item from my SCP-Sandbox.
Its -the jeep in the room-. http://scpsandbox2.wikidot.com/meta-wonderrat .
Meta was running throw the tunnels.
This was it. They had traced him.
Henry wintergreen had bunkered himself into on of the shadow amulets.
Saved in status quo.
His current version had been shoot mere hours before.
The last true terrorist.
When Metas Zeta Cell split from Wintergreens he had intended to eliminate Zeta completely
and rebuild the world.
The Foundation was under constant attack and did no longer posed a serous enemy.
Zeta was the last piece of the past that needed to fall.
The knights of progress were winning.
No more slowing down progress.
The pool of molecular corrosion stone stopped Meta, his legs melting away.
"I am Meta Wonderrat from the Chaos Insurgency."
with this Meta was dissolved.
6 Metas were entering the tunnels breaking throw the guards.
Wintergreen was still using model 6.
Metas model 9 bodies crushed throw them with ease.
[REDACTED] was ready.
He held Site Zeta since the very start.
He had crush landed his own house in an other dimension.
The Bankers and the other Spawns of Metas old religion would help him to break Meta.
He had disobeyed the book of rust.
The knights of rust and progress were raging war.
Meter would hold Nevermetrix back as good as possible with his power, but when Nevermetrix hated one being in the world it was Meta.
The 7 million Metas before his door would be defended.
The golems and the zombies took care of that.
His opponent for this game would be the knights of progress.
He had smashed the open source cyborgs before.
He put on his earthquake gauntlets.
The little robot chicken from the first generations were manning the stations once more.
The Zeta complex lifted from the ground once more.
Thousands of buildings were lifted from the ground.
"Redacted here. Zeta 0 is back in battle."
"Zeta 888 here, copy that."
"Begun 67778 here. I copy you."
"Glad to have the original back on the front. L and L have lost some ground."
"SCPF 445990 here. We cover that."
"GOC FFFF56 here. Finally. Have they finally broken into the ethics comity?"
"CI TERON here. No they joined us after there bosses send them on a suicide mission and we broke them out."
This would be it.
Then he saw the zombie or 008 how some called them entering the cockpit.
Zeta had soon started to use these guys as front line walkers and sometimes they wondered of.
One reason more to keep all the doors locked.
He drew his gun and shot the thing.
But the only thing that escaped his gun was a click.
"I have taken the freedom to remove that."
The robotspider hanging from the sealing held his magazine.
"Guys, i wont come. Zeta 0 has fallen."
The spider dropped onto the zombies shoulder."I disabled the comps. Your friends wont even see this coming."
than the zombie hordes and the knights of progress stormed Site Zeta 0.
[REDACTED] saw them eating away on him before he returned into his status quo.
This was really it. They would lose.
Than [REDACTED] joined the undead.
Cave was surrounded. This was never what he had singed up fore.
Finance managing they said. Free science the said.
The gear beasts were closing in on him.
Than Sterlingson dropped his ace.
The last of the GV778996 suits.
As the powerful armor closed around him Caves eyes flashed red.
End of the line.
He started slashing away.
Gears and metal were hitting the ground.
Suits that drain your live force were a bad idea, but cave now felt it.
He was taping into the live force that would never be extinguished.
He had won.
Victory was his.
Than the suit disintegrated Cave Sterlingson and the empty shell dropped down to the other scrap metal.
Meta stared down at Red Gen.
"I now what is coming. This was almost named the last of Nevermetrix. You think i am not only a parallel to the thing i fought for so long, but that all nevermetrix ever was, was the gear of progress."
"You know how this battle will end."
Metas eye started glowing in a blinding white.
"And you know that i don't go without a fight. This is my mistake and i know it."
11 gears started to materialize around Meta.
"Now fest your eyes on Progress. I have called for the rest of my body. I am already one with nevermetrix.
There is no broken God, no flesh. I am Nevermetrix. Order has been restored. Meta has broken his last promise."
"It never was a small part that started a rebellion. The system had killed itself once it became aware of its existence.
Tell me nevermetrix: What is progress when there is no problem? What kept you in existence? With no more Meta what are you?"
"When meta accepted my return he accepted nonexistence. There is no problem. A force of nature dose not feel.
Flesh feeling is biology. Machines feeling is emulated. Electricity dose not feel. Once the last parts of Meta are dissolved there will not be a vengeful force to wage war against everything, just a new force in the universe. But there will be a Meta."
Red Gen felled the last of Metas parts resolving in him.
The knights would not stop to be Meta. They would continue on.
"Like the knights of rust, they will fight, adapt, forget.
You were build as a problem for me. An opponent.
But you were Meta no matter the circumstances.
You fought the power as meta fought it.
Meta is a parallel to Me and you are a parallel to meta.
You are powerless now.
You will exist.
I will aid you, but there is no more war to fight.
Clean up Metas, My and your mess.
Keep the bank and the isolation back if you wish.
Now rise, Meta Wonderrat."
Nevermetrix vanished in a flash.
Red Gen toke the white suit with the red tie out of his backpack.
No more gears, no more superpowers, just a guy trying to make thinks right.
Need that he already had an army to clean this up.
"Chaos Insurgency, to my site. The war is over and we won."
Zeta item files:
- Bank in a Box
- Mecha Chickens
- Mr. Lolz
- Boom Coffee mugs
- The Ghost of Base Six
- The uncanny Archive
|Item:||Bank in a Box|
|Size:||1m x 0.5m x 0.5m and unknown|
|Type:||Gate, Box, Bank|
|Potential/Current Hazards||Loss of Personnel, Security Breach, unforeseeable Hazards|
|Required Wear/Weaponry||All on Site personnel need to be aware of the existence of the object|
|Reported Anomaly:||Storage, Containment, Transportation|
Until further research is conducted the object is not to be used outside of testing. If test prove successful the Item could be used as an unlimited save storage and possibly could house an entire independent facility (similar to Site 62).
A facility is under construction. This facility is labeled as Site Zeta part 2. Change of the name is expected in the near future.
The know portion of the item consists of a box mad out of a cobalt-gold alloy in combination with a material with properties have been described by researchers as [REDACTED]. The box appears to be made using unknown methods of metal treatment. No sighs of tool use has been found. If the box is opened it shows an approximately 5 meter drop regardless of positioning of the box (on a table, standing on its side). As an armed military team entered the object they reported the interior of the box resembling a marble hall with an approximated height of 10 meters. As the Team entered the hall they ware greeted by a Man in a weight suit with black stripes (see addendum). As the intentions of the entity are as of yet unconfirmed, as well as the number of entities is not confirmed, the item is to be regarded as dangerous. The box appeared in the mail of researcher [REDACTED] on [REDACTED]. To contain the item it is to be stored in a 2x2x2 meter containment cell. The cell is to be locked with 2 improved blast doors, which sealing mechanisms must be capable of working independently. At least 6 armed guards need to be stationed outside of the cell until the risk emitting from the object is confirmed neutralized. The Item is currently not considered contained as security measures have not been tested and weapons currently in possession of the Cell have a minimal effect on the "Banker" and reinforcements have not arrived yet.
Following the events of the first breach the Item is no longer considered an imminent thread.
15 instances of the creatures known as "the Banker" ware captured by Meta and locked in vault 16 within the Item.
Following the information given by Meta the object dose in fact hold a lose connection to the broken god, but is not part of the religion of the church of the broken god.
Testing of the object continues.
It is strongly prohibited to open the door labeled vault 16.
The Bankers are still regarded as a thread.
The containment of the object has been proven unsuccessful as it was breached easily by Meta how claims to us a body with is identical to the body of the Banker.
This information was confirmed in later tests.
Portions of the Item how seem to disappear in a mist are not to be explored during testing as this areas of the bank are currently not within the dimension the bank is positioned in.
It is considered possible that thous areas might not get recovered in the near future, but pose a thread as it is unclear what could enter the building throw these mists.
Speaking Persons: Teamleader, Banker, Teammember1
B: Well, well, well, we had awaited you sooner.
TL: Identify and explain yourself.
B: I am one of the bankers of this institutions and if this is not a foolish attempt at robbery then you are from the insurgency, or at least this version of the insurgency, with means our version of the insurgency ether trays to fool us or has actually capt there word.
TL: What kind of anomaly is going on hear?
B: We are what remains of the proud company Lockup and Lockdown after the Meta incident with broke our organization into peaces. We are currently under renovation with is way i have to greed you in one of the smaller entrance halls.
TL: You mean there are more boxes like that up there floating about?
B: Yes, but not in your version of reality, at least up until now. Some entries war lost, some have been destroyed, actually everything 2 stores under us is currently lost, same with the upper part.
This portion of the bank is only 5 stores high at the moment, but we will piece it back together eventually.
TL: You sad the Insurgency has helped you? What is our relationship now?
B: We sad, if the Insurgency would help us out of the dimension they found this piece of our company in, we would grand them a premium membership free of charge, they said only if all Chaos Insurgencies how exist get this membership. We declined. Than we agreed that the Insurgency on the other side would get the premium membership.
T1: That means we have a bank account by this bank?
B: Precisely, with a premium account you have the rights to 1500 cubic meters of storage within our facility.
T1: Why shouldn’t we take all of it?
Shots are being fired followed by clicking
T1: What the hell are you?
TL: Back of. Retread. Retread.
As the team reported after they shot the Banker he transformed under metallic clicking.
His arms and legs extending up to a length of 2.5 meters and the jaw dislocating.
During this progress it became appeared that the Banker was fully mechanical.
The Item displays similarities to items in possession of the church of the broken god.
The technology described by the exploration team concerning the Banker appears to have similarities with known instances of Objects worshiped by the church. The exploration team undergoes quarantine, do to possible infection with SCP-217. Site Zeta is under quarantine.
The connection is yet to be tested.
Entrance hall, operation base for exploration team "Bankwalker"
When the door was opened water flooded the lower levels, the aftermath revealed that all doors in the facility are airtight as no wetness was found after Meta resealed the door and the water vanished in the mist of the lower levels. All doors of the lower levels withstood immense water pressure. Testing of the doors continuous.
An airlock for the door is planed for further exploration.
Swallowed whole by mist. Off limit.
At first site the room of the vault is a 2x2x1 meter chamber, but the exploration team was never able to find the back wall of the chamber . 15 Meters into the vault exploration was aborted, for now.
Meeting Room for Mission planing and coordination.
Base of operation for engineering and construction teams.
Swallowed half by mist. Off limit.
Mirror hall. Exploration of this area was not finished as the area seams to hold abnormal properties,
no investigation in this properties ware conducted.
A server room is planed here but is not yet under construction.
Main Internal Reactor.
DO NOT OPEN THIS THING. DO NOT MESS WITH THE BANKERS. TESTING ON THE BANKERS IS PROHIBITED, UNTIL WE FIND A WAY TO DESTROY THEM WITHOUT META.
Personal Quarters under construction.
Offices, planing area
Note: Vaults with contain the interdimensional mist are not to be used under normal circumstances as they pose a thread to the operations of the cell and its personnel.
Meta-note: only comment by me made on 31 Mar 2016, 16:06
It the old tale of something not ment for someone falling into there hands.
Please when reading this keep in mind what Site Zeta is.
I recently created the entry to it in the known locations page.
Its a howl bunch of guys how are not even real personnal,
building there own Site around objects of unknown origin they found in there mail.
|Size:||Potentially unlimited, currently 16 incidences, all except for the original, the second and third copy with a height of 1.5 meters, the original tree with a height of 1.8 meters, number 17 under construction with a high of 20 centimeters, a model with a height of 3 meters is planed in the foreseeable future|
|Potential/Current Hazards||May attack personal, public awareness|
|Required Wear/Weaponry||testing incomplete, remote for detonators within the object|
|Reported Anomaly:||Movement despite of the lack of an energy source, wight not as expected, near perfect artificial intelligence|
To activate the item a battery (ANY BATTERY(we tested that: It reacted identical from 0.01 volt to 5000 volt)) is to be paced in each of three Battery Slots.
The item is currently under use in the construction of Site Zeta.
The item could be used as air and ground tank (at its current mass), but it is speculated that it could be build up to a high of 50 meters or more if we desire so.
(These Things learn fast and despite the lack of hands, they work fine.)
The item in its biggest form (currently) is an about 1.8 meter big machine in form of a chicken.
It arrived packaged, in a box, in the mail for [REDACTED] on [REDACTED].
The item was the second item delivered to this house and in expectation of more such deliveries began construction of Side Zeta by a local cell.
The packet contained gears, nuts, bolts, 6 unknown part similar in appearance to a CPU (from with only one was used during construction), wiring, elector motors, metal plates (mostly copper) and a construction guide. The item was build on site following the instructions in the manual. During construction it was noted that the construct became lighter the more parts ware attached to it. The manual describes the object as a starter set and claimed that it would be possible to build everything if the concept would be expended upon. After construction finished and batteries ware placed into the slots (1.5 volt each)the “Chicken” activated. One researcher then mounted the “chicken”, after the chicken sad in a recorded human voice: “Hi, would someone like a test flight?”. The flayed of [REDACTED] lasted 15 minutes.
During this test speeds up 120 km/h war measured. [REDACTED] described a feeling like being glued to the chicken during flight.
Following this test the chicken asked to demonstrated its “Comet function”.
The test was approved.
The chicken flew up to a proximity 1200 meter of high and started accelerating to the ground. During this time it was noted that the item started spinning. The crater left on impact measured 25 meter with the deepest point at 5 meter under ground level. Subject seams not to be effected by impact, stating it had only used 20% of its top speed and mass. Item is confirmed to be able to change its wight at will.
If the object needs to be deactivated one or all batteries have to be removed (item has shown it can operate with only one battery but is extremely limited in movement and speech). No signs in change of wight have been noted once the object was fully deactivated, the mass is still under 10% of the wight of the parts. An attempt was made recreating the anomaly using a spare CPU (part of original package) and parts from a local source. We succeeded in replicating the anomaly using the chips and construction instructions in the manual.
We then tried to build one using only normal material and a processor from [REDACTED], following the manual. Again we succeeded. The instance of the subject constructed only from normal material was 18.9 kilograms lighter then the sum of its parts, but did not displayed any sigh of intelligence upon activation.
At this point it is hypothesized that not the chips are the anomaly, but the manual.
At this point researcher [REDACTED] asked the Original instance about its properties. In the same recorded voice it answered the question (This led to the discovery of its intelligence and confirmed its ability to hear despite the lag of sensors to do so). The object claimed that the arrangement of gears inside of it ware a active form of a ritual with gives it its power and ability to change its mass. When questioned about its intelligence it asked for someone how could write fast. We gave it an audio recording device.
It began to speak in binary using the words one and zero.
Upon entering seed numbers into a text file and imprinting it on a specific metal plate within our construction it started behaving like the once build using a spare CPU. When asked about this the original claimed imprinting it in the booting process on the chips would make the code a smaller target, then imprinting it physically(this lead to remote detonators being installed on the chips in case of a required emergency shutdown).
As of this point we only created chickens our next attempt will be a human or a wolf (Discussion still in progress).
If the item needs to be stored it is to be dismantled completely and stored in normal wooden creates, except for the processors, the plates with the code and the manual and any copy of it with are to be stored separately in specially creates containment boxes, in a secure location.
Quotes from staff
"Way dose this thing exist? This is so wrong on so many levels."
Head of montage crew Henry Wintergreen
“We struck gold, don't question it.”
Head of finance management Cave Sterlingson
“I locked at the code we feed this things. Its clean. If there isn't some surprise in the gear code I think we are green.”
Head of Intelligence department [REDACTED]
Type: Information gathering
Location: Site Zeta
Team(s) involved: Chicken 2 (Open Bird)
Description: The AI of 1 Mecha Chicken is put in control over an information gathering algorithm.
Notes: We can not make the mail do all our homework. I would like to have some stuff that did not arrived in the mail.
Type: Finance gathering
Location: Site Zeta
Team(s) involved: Chicken 3 (Finance Nerd)
Description: The AI of 1 Mecha Chicken is put in control over an finance gathering algorithm.
Notes: We can make a lot of Money just stealing it. I would like to have a profit from this mission, maybe even permanent finance surplice.
Type: Energy gathering
Location: Site Zeta
Team(s) involved: Chicken 1 (Construction Crew)
Description: The Gear Ritual of 1 Mecha Chicken (Constructed for this Mission) is used to create energy.
Outcome: Success, independence of Side Zeta from external power is achieved.
Notes:I know it breaks Physics, but if it can power a chicken it can power anything.
Location: Site Zeta
Team(s) involved: Chicken 1 (Construction Crew)
Description: The Gear Ritual of 1 Mecha Chicken (Constructed for this Mission) is used to lift the whole Site Zeta.
Outcome: Success, flied was achieved after 1 failed attempt and structural re-enforcements were made. Flied continued for 2 hours before success was declared and the base landed.
Casualties: 6 mildly wounded
Notes: Making our base movable was the next logical step.
But, way dose this concrete block and everything inside must be as light as helium?
It is wrong…, but it works I guess.
|Item:||Time wasting table tennis table|
|Size:||2.74 meter long, 1.525 meter wide, and 76 cm high|
|Potential/Current Hazards||lose of work time|
|Required Wear/Weaponry||digital alarm clock|
|Reported Anomaly:||lose of sense of time|
The item is currently under testing.
If it is possible to gamify work it could be our greatest moral and productivity booster.
Interrogation (see test log 7).
The item is a standard table tennis table manufactured by [REDACTED] in 1998. When any game is played on the item (table tennis, chess, memory) the player (subject/s) loses all sense of time and will continue playing the game until external forces (hunger/thirst/an alarm/interruption by a non effected human)breaks the immersion in the game
(longest tested time: 33 days, Game: table tennis).
This effect appears regardless of knowledge about the items property.
A letter containing the location of the item (a junkyard near [REDACTED]) appeared in the mail of [REDACTED] on [REDACTED], no mail man was spotted despise permanent observation throw 2 cameras. The item is currently housed in the "living room".
The item, 2 players, one table tennis net, two table tennis rackets, one table tennis ball
Game continued for 4 hours, test gets aborted by pushing over one player after attempts to talk to the players did not show any reaction, 34 matches ware played, players reported they had only played for 30 minutes, stating they had heard the orders to abort the test, but wanted to finish there match.
Disciplinary actions war not issued, because the effect of the object in this decision is unclear.
The item, 2 players, one table tennis net, two table tennis rackets, one table tennis ball, one alarm clock
Game continued for 1 hours, test gets finished successful after the players aborted there game at the sound of the alarm, 15 matches ware played, players reported they had only played for 6 minutes, stating they had followed the orders to abort the test at the sound of the alarm regardless of time passing, but wanted to finish there match.
The item, 1 players, one chessboard, one complete set of chess pieces
Game continued for 6 hours, after with subject stood up and went to the toilet, grepped a pack of [REDACTED] chips, an energy drink and returned to the game,
after 3 more hours subject leaved the game, drank 2 liters of water and eat 2 slices of bread and returned to the game,
after 2 more hours the subject stood up and went to the toilet, grepped a pack of [REDACTED] chips, an energy drink and returned to the game,
test ends successful after the player aborted his game out of tiredness after 13 hours total, 244 games ware played, the player reported he had only played for 1 hour, stating he had finish the last match.
He remembered 143 games in detail.
The item, 1 player, one set of memory cards
Game continued for 3 hours, test gets finished successful after the players aborted there game at the sound of the alarm, 30 rounds ware played, player reported they had only played for 13 minutes, stating they had followed the orders to abort the test, but wanted to finish the round.
The item, 2 players (Mecha Chicken(s)), one table tennis net, two table tennis rackets, one table tennis ball, one table tennis rule book
Game continues, 2 matches are played, the match runs since 21 days, both instances have ratchet professional level of play, no point has been scored since 11 days. The test continuous to find out if the table loses its ability to distort the sentence of time. When asked while in play both instances noted they had only played 1 hour on day 17, confirming that the item effects machines.
Test was aborted on day 33. When asked both instances noted they had only played 2 hour on day 33.
The item, 1 player, one slot machine
Game continued for 3 hours, test gets finished successful after the players loses all his money to the machine, 161 rounds ware played, player reported he had only played for 5 minutes, stating he had followed his instinct, but ware unable to finish the round, but would like to finish the round.
That might make us some money in the future, but staff should not use this set up.
The item, 1 player, one paper with questions, one pen
"Game" continued for 25 minutes, test gets finished successful after the players answered all questions, 30 questions ware played, player reported he had only played for 5 seconds, stating he had followed his instinct, but would like to "play" the next round.
Subject dose not remember the test, only a pleasant experience.
That might make us some money in the future, if the answers are correct and after checking it seames they are. That guy just gave us his security number and opened his bankaccound for us and dose not even remember it.
|Type:||Computer, Star (Parasite, Troll)|
|Living:||Yes (expended definition)|
|Potential/Current Hazards||20 % of all registered internet crime, destruction of France (maybe more)|
|Reported Anomaly:||sentience, fast processing of information ([REDACTED] virtual machines running parallel)|
“Mr. Lolz” is financing the Site Zeta Cell, in exchange for access to Insurgency servers and
"Mr. Lolz" is a star, which also functions as a computer. He contacted the Cell during the "chicken intelligence 2" mission.
It took the Cell 2 weeks before we pinpointed his position under a nuclear power plant in France. Upon arrival of the armed strike team "Spam Kill", the entity was secured. The outer shell of "Mr. Lolz" consists out of a rust resistant material with could only be opened after several c-4 detonations and [REDACTED] had weekend the structure.
Under the cylinder it was revealed that "Mr. Lolz" was literally a star
and not as previously theorized, a highly advanced alien computer.
After the opening of the metal cylinder the heat in the underground rose by [REDACTED]. The team fearing a nuclear meltdown evacuated.
"Mr. Lolz" then proceeded to flood the entire chamber with cooling water from the reactor above, coursing an emergency shutdown of the reactor.
The entire chamber was still filled with radioactive water, but most of the radioactivity is speculated to be a result of the nuclear fusion conducted by "Mr. Lolz".
"Spam kill" took control over the reactor to provide a cover story and kept the incident from going public.
Meta was choose to repair "Mr. lolz" outer shell.
Do to his mechanical nature he was not considered endangered.
Seams that thees bankers are resisted against radioactivity and can survive direct exposure to a star up to 1 meter. Am i glad we have one of thees guys on our side. After Meta not only repaired his shell, but also reconnected him to the internet he offered his services, stating that he hates silence more than he hates the Insurgency for making him feel like he was in space again.
Following this incident "Mr. Lolz" now financially helps the Cell in exchange for accesses to Insurgency services.
Currently the agreement is based on his thread to finally break his containment and us holding his internet accesses hostage.
Should he not finance us we will cut his internet speed to a text only speed.
If we cut his access entirely he blows up central Europe.
Our expertes have confirmed his ability to do so.
The results of an explosion of this magnitude are currently unknown.
Might be an option for later, if we ever need a very big bang.
Giving him access to our servers is not considered a lost since sooner or later he would have broken into them throw brute force.
If we can stabilize him as an ally, our Cell would hold the possibly fastest and intelligent computer currently on the planet.
The power plant has returned to normal activity, after all the radioactive water was returned into the cooling of the nuclear reactor and control was given to the new formed on-site team "Starkeeper".
We just could not figure out ware all that radioactivity went. After Meta fixed the damn thing it was just gone. Even the reactor was burned out. If Meta can do that we need to find out how he did that. If it was not him we might have a big problem.
(I took care of THIS. Hold your information down. I just cleaned this thing up because you [DATA REMOVED] noobs can't get your [DATA REMOVED] together!!!)
After this comment we took away "Mr. Lolz" privilege to edit documents.
Don't even try to go around this. If we see your handwriting in our articles again we cut your speed down for a week.
|Size:||8 cm diameter X 15 cm|
|Potential/Current Hazards||Burns, death|
|Required Wear/Weaponry||Heat protection suits certified for 500 degrees Celsius|
|Reported Anomaly:||Coffee rocket|
The item is currently used as a propellant for site Zeta.
The items properties activate once liquid coffee enters one of the 8 mugs.
The effect of the item is dependent on the last price the coffee was traded for as well as the means in witch the coffee was made, with the effect getting stronger exponentially with rising strength and the last price the coffee was sold for.
To cut costs Zeta uses a virtual marked which values cheap coffee up to a price of 10 million dollars and then transfers the money to the Zeta coffee company which in turn is the sole owner of the Zeta premium coffee company.
This process has proven successful.
An automated pipe system is in place to direct the coffee into the mugs with are mounted on the corners of Site Zeta. The mugs can be rotated in there position from the control room.
The item was delivered via Mail.
Well, some one knew that we could not use propellers if we wanted to go into space.
Why is my house a space ship?
Because we could not just let it be a helium balloon indefinitely.
|Potential/Current Hazards||loss of personnel, creation of uncontrollable items, events or persons|
|Required Wear/Weaponry||alarm capable device|
|Location:||Base Six, LV 9|
|Reported Anomaly:||extra dimensional, mind altering|
The possibilities are endless.
This thing can do anything.
Everything could happen.
If we get this thing under controller we all can leave our jobs behind.
Chaos, luxury, the end of all of our enemies, its all real, its all in our basement.
Limitless amounts of anomalies, worlds beyond our understanding.
We all could be gods.
But is it real?
We should not trust an anomaly that has taken over the laboratory for mind effecting liquids.
Personnel how survive initial contact with the anomaly need to leave its radius of effect (the underground Level of base six) within 10 minutes.
For this purpose expeditions into the anomaly must be equipped with alarm capable devices.
The anomaly is a black plain door located in the 9th underground Level of Base Six.
Beyond the door lies a sort of library or archive.
Persons entering the anomaly have suffered strokes, heard attacks or spontaneous decay.
It has been noted that the reality beyond the door is highly unstable in random time intervals.
Persons entering the anomaly are erased from known history within minutes.
Certain individuals managed to survive initial contact with inside of the item and recovered documents from the anomaly.
Information from this documents became integrated into known history within minutes.
Most recovered documents were written in the style of Insurgency documents.
It has been observed that creatures resembling Insurgency Members are roaming the inside of the anomaly, seemingly unaware of the door.
Thees entity resemble mostly the persons able to survive initial contact with the archive.
The only entity able to enter and leave the anomaly without problems is the entity known as “The Ghost of Base Six”.
Considering the timing thees two anomalies appeared it is to be believed that ether the entity produced the door or triggered it into manifest.
Its him the panic button was his entrench.
If this thing existed within the archive, now it will enter the world with its own effect.
The end off the Insurgency would become real.
He is Meta Wonderrat, the Sandbox Knight.