Find Us Alive 01: The Voice of 107
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SCENE 1

CLICK

RADIO FEEDBACK, STATIC SLOWLY FADES OUT

HARLEY

Overwatch Command, this is Site-107, come in. Are we received?

PAUSE

HARLEY

I didn't think so.

Today is Friday, around hour 18:30. We have made rough approximations of the date and time, but due to our present circumstance it's impossible for us to truly know. We also can't be certain time even functions the same in here as it does on the outside. We are operating on the assumption that it does, if for no other reason than simplicity.

The Engineering Department has established Day and Night cycles using the lights so we can at least simulate a normal circadian rhythm without access to the sun. This endeavor would be more effective if the Engineering Department would make up their minds about when night and day should be and stop switching in the middle of the night or when I’m trying to broadcast.

Adjustment to the present situation has proved… a bit difficult. There are a lot of unique challenges and we are still unsure if we are adequately covering everything. The office wing had a brief blackout, but Maintenance and Engineering worked on it and got it up and running after a few minutes.

But quick repairs aside, we will have to keep a closer eye on our electrical and life-support systems.

The state of SCP-6320 is still shaky. The Containment Department has been watching it as usual, making sure no foreign material makes it into the established radius of effect. But since the shift occurred, we haven't seen any instances of SCP-6320 Dash 1 yet. SCP-6320 has not changed physically from what Research can tell, and we aren't sure if there is a change in its secondary effect. At Dr. Klein's discretion, Research is going to continue proper testing soon.

Which reminds me. Our Site Director, Dr. Carson, was killed in the breach, along with several of the Department Heads. The surviving Department Heads held a meeting to replace the leadership we lost in the shift and named Dr. Beatrix Klein as Acting Site Director. Dr. Klein formerly served as Head of Research, and from what I heard, there was a bit of dissent in opinions regarding her appointment. She has seniority and no one here can deny what she has contributed to the Foundation, but some apparently worry about her… spontaneity.

All of this is secondhand, on account of my lack of invitation to the meeting, despite my position as Head of the Communication Department. Dr. Shao, the liaison for the Ethics Committee who was visiting when the shift happened, got to go to the Department Head meeting. They are not a department head.

PAUSE

HARLEY

ANYWAY.

PAPERS SHUFFLE

HARLEY

And now, an update on the big spider in my office.

Overwatch Command, there is a huge spider in my office. It lives in the corner behind the door, and it has been there for… huh. I don’t know. It’s brown. I don’t know what kind of spider it is, I’ll have to ask Research even though I keep forgetting.

Moving on.

Another problem we are confronting concerns our food supply. Our water recycling system is still functioning well, so running water is still available, but we have had to pool all the food we have to properly ration it across the site. Everything from our personal stores in our quarters, leftovers in the break room, anything that will keep we have contributed to the kitchen staff. All Level 0’s have been promoted to Level 1 seeing as it's pretty much impossible to keep them in the dark about anomalies now that they're… inside one. For now, they and the janitorial staff are being included in the Maintenance Department.

Fortunately, our emergency reserves are pretty extensive to account for the whole site being entirely underground. Had to plan for potential collapses, so we have about thirty five-gallon buckets of barley and oats and other things in storage. That, and probably months worth of the powder they use to make nutrient paste. So we reliably will not have to worry about starvation for at least a while, barring another disaster happening to our supply. Knock on wood.

HARLEY KNOCKS ON THE DESK

HARLEY

The Botany Department has reported a plan to look into growing a renewable food source inside the greenhouse. We might be able to use some vegetable scraps from the kitchen. No news on that yet.

Officer Haldi, Head of Security, has brought up concerns regarding the state of the D-Class personnel who survived the shift. There are 8 of them total and Dr. Klein has made the decision to keep them alive, because we do need all the help we can get. And they can still assist in any future testing of 6320. It sounds like the Department Heads agree that we can't trust them to fill any other jobs at the moment. It's not like we can let a bunch of mass murderers and Nazis run around here.

Haldi fears that the D-Class may try to exploit our site's disorganized state to mount an escape attempt.

We lost a good portion of our Security Department, and they are a difficult group to replace. Dr. Klein assured her that management of the D-Class, as well as continued research into the scip and maintaining our life support systems are all our number one priority.

A handful of field agents were visiting the site alongside Dr. Shao, and they have agreed to assist the Security Department with their duties. But from what I can tell, not all of them particularly get along with each other. ESPECIALLY certain agents whose names will go unspoken at this juncture, as a result of several threats made to me personally using a pair of wire cutters, and my subsequent educated decision that crossing certain agents would be a big mistake.

These developments in the joint of Security and the outside field agents also happened at the Department Head meeting that I, Head of the Communication Department, was not invited to.

Another update: it has moved. The spider. I thought it might have been dead, but it is not.

I have decided to name it Holland.

Harley and Holland, best friends forever.

Morale is low, the Psychology Department reports. A few days ago, Dr. Lancaster, Head Psychologist, declared site-wide that he, Dr. Chappel and the three interns that make up the department, will take on more hours to supply additional therapy sessions to anyone who needs them, which, so far, has been the vast majority of us.

This decision of course does not cover the actual Psychology Department themselves. After all, Dr. Lancaster has expressed no small amount of worry for his own department's mental health, especially considering they had to give up their huge, enormous Redbull cache to the… food-rationing… pile? They can't rely on that to stay up as late as they always do. It's clearly taken a toll on… all of them.

It was a lot of Redbull. Like, a serious shit-ton of Redbull.

At both the gentle advice of Dr. Lancaster and the… cold, terrifying DEMAND of our Head Medical Doctor, Dr. Gravett, we are all spending more time in the greenhouse. Lack of the real sun means we have to get our Vitamin D from the sun lamps, so visits have gone from strongly suggested to unwaveringly mandatory. Lancaster worries we're all going to get even more depressed, Dr. Gravett worries we're all going to become… "weak and feeble." So. Looks like I'm going to be going to the greenhouse for the first time in… forever. It's not that I take it for granted, I think it was a good idea on Lancaster's part, I've just killed every plant I've ever had. It's like a curse or something.

(imitating Lancaster)
"Being near nature is scientifically proven to improve people's mental health and most of us are buried in this cave for days, so-"

PAUSE

HARLEY

Something tells me Dr. Lancaster never really liked being down here. It was him, he was what told me. All the time. 90% of what he'd talk about at staff drinks.

Poor guy.

The Botany Department does not seem overly excited at the new reality that they'll have to be sharing their space way more than before. I never liked them. Secretive. I think they might be hoarding food that they didn't contribute to The Pile. One time one of them made fun of me because I killed the English Ivy I had on my desk, but that's neither here nor there. I think they're shady and it has nothing to do with my black thumb.

A PAUSE. HARLEY DRUMS HIS FINGERS ABSENTLY ON HIS DESK

HARLEY

Hmm.

HARLEY MAKES A COUPLE OTHER RANDOM ABSENT-MINDED NOISES

HARLEY

I've been thinking. Well, I've been thinking about a LOT of things, obviously, we're trapped in a pocket dimension for an indefinite period of time, but I've been thinking about the scip. It… it hasn't DONE anything. Since we got here. Research says it's the same size, same shape, still looks like a mineral-deposit-vein-shaped rip into outer space. They haven't tried putting anything near it that could make a Dash 1 yet, but…

Harley taps anxiously on the desk.

You know what? I’m going to say it.

I’m… BORED.

I realize how tremendously ironic that is, given that I’m sealed in limbo in a scenario that can only be accurately described as “science fiction,” but nothing has HAPPENED. Not really, anyway.

I want it to do something. I know that’s probably asking for trouble, but hey, trouble is better than… waiting. It’s like that part in movies when you know something bad is going to happen, but it hasn’t yet, and you know that the longer you wait the worse it’s gonna be when shit eventually hits the fan?

Ugh.

In other news-

SCENE 2

WALKIE CLICKS ON

KLEIN

Dr. Harley, this is Dr. Klein. Are you preoccupied? Over.

HARLEY

I’m in the middle of the record broadcast, what do you need? Over.

KLEIN

Research is introducing a particulate into 6320’s effect radius, can you-

HARLEY

Wait, they are?

PAUSE

HARLEY

…Over.

KLEIN

Yeah, they are. Over.

HARLEY

Can- can I get eyes on the test? For the record? Over.

KLEIN

Sure, I don’t give a shit. Comm up to the surveillance office and see if they can remote the feed to your monitor. Over.

HARLEY

(off-walkie)
YES! YES. HELL YEAH.

WALKIE CLICKS AS HARLEY SPEAKS TO KLEIN AGAIN

HARLEY

(immediate switch to cold professional tone)
Working on it now, over.

INTERCOM BUTTON CLICKS, QUIET STATIC

HARLEY

Surveillance, this is Communications requesting eyes on 6320, cleared by Dr. Klein. Computer number 28827054.

CLICK. TV STATIC, QUIET ELECTRONIC BEEP

HARLEY

Ah. There it is!

God, it’s so much smaller than I remember it being.

WALKIE CLICK

HARLEY

Klein, do you want me relaying the test as it happens? Over.

KLEIN

We were originally going to have you just read off Research’s report, but if you’re here you might as well, over.

HARLEY

I would much prefer that to reading Research’s reports, yes. Over.

KLEIN

Copy that, but you will probably have to read their report afterward anyway, over.

HARLEY

If I have to read one of their reports, please tell them to stop writing vaguely mean things about the Records Department in them. Records is getting mad at me for reading them on air, over.

KLEIN

I’ve had it noted in Research’s report that, as former Head of Research, the Records Department can eat my shorts, over.

HARLEY

…requesting permission to expunge the previous statement from the record, over…

KLEIN

Permission denied, over.

HARLEY GROANS UNDER HIS BREATH

KLEIN

Alright, commencing test. Confirm? Over.

HARLEY

Ready, over.

WALKIE BEEPS AS HARLEY SETS IT DOWN

HARLEY

Okay, this is a live test report, informal structure. Formal information will be reflected in the recording following this initial broadcast, as well as in the physical report turned in to the Records Department by the Research Department.

Dr. Klein is giving the “OK” hand sign from the viewing booth. D-class- I can’t tell which one- approaching SCP-6320, carrying a petri dish of… sugar, I think. Head of Research, Dr. Masterson, is giving instructions from the booth. D-class is about ten feet from the object, he’s turned toward the booth, probably asking something. Okay, now he’s approaching it even closer, about five feet away.

D-class is now shaking the particulate onto the ground in front of SCP-6320, probably four feet from the wall.

I can’t really see it now, hang on-

WALKIE CLICKS

HARLEY

Dr. Klein, is it doing anything? I can’t see it, it’s blending in with the floor, over.

KLEIN

Not yet, but it’s been about ten seconds, over.

HARLEY

Roger that, how long do these usually take? Over.

KLEIN

For that amount? Around thirty two minutes, over.

HARLEY

Wait, like, specifically thirty two? Over.

KLEIN

It’s always thirty two, over.

HARLEY

Minutes?

KLEIN

It was always 32 something. Minutes, seconds, hours, days a couple times, before we’d have a fully created instance. Over.

HARLEY

So is that how long we have to wait? Over.

KLEIN

I dunno, probably. If it does anything at all.

HARLEY

(off walkie)
God, please let it do something.

KLEIN

So in the meantime, stand by, over.

HARLEY

Roger that, over.

HARLEY SIGHS CASUALLY. HE DRUMS HIS FINGERS ON THE DESK

HARLEY

So now we wait.

PAUSE

HARLEY

Oh, shit, I forgot my computer still has Minesweeper!

AUDIO FEEDBACK AND STATIC FADES IN

STATIC FADES OUT

SCENE 3

HARLEY SNORES A FEW FEET AWAY FROM THE MIC

WALKIE CLICKS

KLEIN

Dr. Harley, we have developments in the test, do you copy? Over.

HARLEY SNORES

KLEIN

Dr. Harley, do you copy? Over.

PAUSE

KLEIN

YO, HARLEY, OBJECT IS DOING THE THING, OVER.

HARLEY SCRAMBLES FOR HIS WALKIE

HARLEY

(spluttering a little from being woken up)
AH. ajkhfakdhg WHAT WHAT’S GOING ON-

KLEIN

(excitedly)
IT’S DOIN’ IT, LOOK!

HARLEY READJUSTS CLOSER TO HIS MIC

HARLEY

Uh, continuing test results, it looks like they’ve put a floodlight on it, maybe so I can see it better. I can see it now, the foreign particulate has shifted into a small copy of SCP-6320’s shape, it looks like it’s almost a complete Dash 1 now.

I can’t see any individual pieces moving, but Dr. Klein has pressed herself against the glass in the viewing booth and is watching below while grinning and nodding her head repeatedly, so that probably means it’s moving?

I don’t know if it’s been exactly thirty two minutes, but judging by the expressions of the Research Department in the booth, I think that-

DEEP EARTH RUMBLING. HARLEY FUMBLES WITH THE MIC

FEEDBACK. SOMETHING SHATTERS

TREMORS CONTINUE FOR A FEW SECONDS

SILENCE

WALKIE CLICKS

HARLEY

Dr. Klein, I’ve lost the feed, what’s your status, over?

SILENCE

HARLEY

(severely)
Dr. Klein, please confirm your safety, over.

CLICK, STATIC AS SITE INTERCOM TURNS ON

KLEIN

It’s cool! Everything’s cool, nobody freak out. That was Research, we’re trying some new tests on the scip. Oh, also, Medical to the containment chamber, we have a D-class who smacked his head on the floor, I think he’s unconscious. Oops.

PAUSE

HARLEY SIGNS IN RELIEF

HARLEY

Alright. That wasn’t too bad a tremor, I don’t think anybody should have been injured that severely. We’ll find out eventually, I suppose.

Oh. Shit. My mug broke. Dammit.

WALKIE BEEP

KLEIN

Harley, are you seeing this? Over.

HARLEY

No, I lost connection, stand by, over.

INTERCOM BUTTON CLICKS

HARLEY

(severely)
Surveillance, I lost connection to- oh. Yeah, that one, thanks.

WALKIE CLICKS

HARLEY

Alright, I’m back in. See what? Over.

KLEIN

Look at the Dash 1, over.

HARLEY

Dr. Klein, this camera is like, fifty feet away from the scip, I can’t see-

Oh. The camera is zooming in. It seems Surveillance is equally as curious. Stand by…

(fascinated)
…oh, holy shit.

KLEIN

(absolutely jazzed about science)
This is very fucking cool, over.

HARLEY

I mean-

KLEIN

This is also probably very bad news, over.

HARLEY READJUSTS THE MIC

HARLEY

What we’re seeing down there is that instead of disappearing, like they’d usually do, this Dash 1 has turned into… an actual copy of SCP-6320. Like, there’s a little rift in the floor now, same shape as the original, still looks like space inside, but it’s… maybe a foot long? Little less?

The camera has zoomed back out now, it looks like it’s about 7 inches long compared to the original’s 8 foot height.

WALKIE BEEP

HARLEY

Dr. Klein, was it thirty two minutes? Over.

KLEIN

Thirty two minutes and thirty two seconds exactly, over.

HARLEY

(off walkie)
Huh.

KLEIN

I’d like to go on record and report that this is fucking wild, over.

HARLEY

Recorded, over.

KLEIN

Thank you for your compliance with this test, Dr. Harley, you can go back to your reporting. Sorry about the tremor. Now I have to go see about a little baby rift. Over and out.

HARLEY

Over and out.

HARLEY SIGHS

HARLEY

Well. It… it did something! That’s a start!

I don’t know what it’s a start of, exactly, but it’s a start of something. A new lead in our research. And that’s better than nothing.

Also, apologies for the informality of our live reporting format, Overwatch Command. We have no protocol for how to do this, we’re figuring it out as we go.

I don’t think I have anything else to report tonight. Supplies are alright for now, morale is a bit low, but we have developments with the scip, and if news of that spreads as quickly as I think it will, that might boost some spirits around here.

Deep down we are people of science, men and women of discovery. In a manner of speaking, all humans are creatures of discovery, of curiosity, of a sometimes unholy wonder. Where would we as a species be without our drive to know?

That’s all for now, Overwatch Command. This is Dr. Harley at Site-107, over and out.

And to anybody else who might be listening in, find us alive.

END EPISODE

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