Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7847 is to be housed at Site-47. As the anomaly is of ongoing use to Foundation personnel, it is to be housed in a room secured with a standard keycard scanner. Monitors are to be installed to track all relevant outputs.
All uses of SCP-7847 are to be pre-approved by site supervisory staff, and staff entry/exit times are to be noted on the log sheet located within the room. No fewer than two other staff should be present at the time the anomaly is activated. Staff present within the room are to monitor for any signs of significant temporal disruption or increased energy output.
When using SCP-7847, staff are expected to equip themselves with necessary personal protective equipment (PPE). The PPE requirements should be outlined in their proposal for SCP-7847 usage and approved by site supervisory staff. Requests for equipment should be submitted by the approving body.
Description: SCP-7847 is a self-contained, lead-lined chamber measuring 4m x 4m x 6.5m..NOTE: This chamber (and thus total area) can be divided into two smaller portions in cases where establishment of a decontamination area is necessary. Developed by Foundation Department of Science researchers, the anomaly can be used to travel through space and time..Colloquially, SCP-7847 is a time machine.
Uses of SCP-7847 have thus far produced no notably abnormal results, including revisions to past or current realities. There are currently multiple theories as to why:
- Usages of SCP-7847 are self-contained. Thus, even significant alterations to the past do not alter the future.
- Usages of SCP-7847 are self-correcting. Influence is either externally corrected by an unknown force or corrected by undetected revisions (for example, an assassinated political figure being replaced with an exact clone).
- Usages of SCP-7847 are undetectable. If history is altered, any records of the resulting history would be as well. Thus, any significant changes that have taken place have altered history, time, and space, including life experiences and thus memories up to the moment of the usage for all involved..NOTE: The possibility of this case has spurred implementation of an approval system, where all possible outcomes are duly considered and taken into account against the value of knowledge obtained.
The anomaly was first successfully tested on 18 April 2035. Due to the volume of test logs generated since this date, all logs have been compiled in the log database created by Site-47 Supervisory Researcher Dr. Wells. As of 1 November 2038, all tests have been for the sake of ventures into the past. Tests of SCP-7847 include ventures to both past and future times. However, those intended for information about the future have been suspended pending review by site supervisory staff. The log of the sole test of future-aimed travel is included below as Incident 7847.02.01 for general staff review.
INCIDENT 7847.02.01: "THE WATCHER"
FORWARD: A note from Dr. Wells of Site-47
The following documents are put forth as both caution and explanation. I am including the personal accounts recovered from Agent Moore's cell phone alongside the usual log transcripts as I feel they provide valuable insight into her mental state.
While this test did not result in the death of a Foundation staff member, its events nonetheless constitute a loss. Additionally, we now know some of what the future holds for us. It would be difficult and incredibly costly to determine what points in humanity's future are "safe" for exploration. I am not sure we can justify that cost.
I must also express my condolences to those who knew Agent Moore — those who knew her, trained alongside her, worked alongside her, loved her. May she find happiness when she now resides, and may we all find it in ourselves to carry on without her.
— Louie
JOURNAL ENTRY 19 DECEMBER 2038 (PERSONAL)
00:54
wellll im royally fucked. they announced who got selected for the test taking place on christmas: me. i have for some reason been designated as the Bitch Going To The Future.
i downed like all of the wine in my fridge when i got home and i've been ignoring everyone's calls. woke up from my Wine Nap like twenty minutes ago and decided to be a productive adult and actually write shit down. so here that is, in my fucking notes app, because what else am i going to use? a journal? biiitch
checking in with myself i guess i'm just… i don't know not scared yet. i will be. but i'm so mad and sad and everything else that it's all blended together with my headache to just create this like constant emotional dial tone in my head. the other day i bitched about needing something new and god every fucking time an agent says that i swear some new Horrible Thing must happen to counteract it. combine that with the broadcasts i've been seeing each night when i'm trying to actually Chill. we're supposed to be the nightmarish side of things. now everything is. dead bodies and crying families and people screaming over and over and over
OK. here's the plan. i'm gonna finish this and then plug my phone in and shower. and i'm gonna drink water and reply to texts and try to sleep. and in the morning i'm gonna go to work and i'm gonna deal with this. nobody's wanted to go to the future and if they chose my ass to do it i'm gonna be better than them and face it head-on.
JOURNAL ENTRY 19 DECEMBER 2038 (PERSONAL)
7:38
Okay, I'm in a better mindset to deal with this now.
To sort through things:
- I'm angry I was chosen and I'm missing a holiday.
- I'm anxious about what I'm going to encounter.
- Some part of me is admittedly excited at what I may find.
- I'm confused about why I was chosen over other candidates.
- Which then makes me concerned about who and what I might encounter.
I've caught up with everyone. A lot of the guys have been telling me they wish it was them. I'm glad it was me, out of any of them — the ones on MTFs have some seriously specialized skills, a lot of them have kids and families. I wanted all of that, too. Even checked to see if I could get some eggs frozen, just in case I do get blasted by some insane radiation levels, but appointments are months out. So that route's not happening.
God. I wish I could word this all more coherently, but typing it out is at least helping a little. I have to go in for an official briefing later today. Need to have all of this out of my brain before I have to address the people who pay me.
MEETING SUMMARY 19 DECEMBER 2038
DATE AND START TIME: 19 December 2038 at 15:30.
STATED PURPOSE: To discuss Agent Emily Moore's upcoming assignment, a test of SCP-7847.
PARTIES PRESENT: Agent Moore, Dr. Louis Wells, Dr. Moyra Keller, Junior Researcher Joseph Steinhardt.
NOTES: Moore accepted assignment. Wells explained process and equipment to be utilized. Moore inquired as to selection criteria. Wells and Keller cited background in anthropology as primary reason for selection. Moore expressed concern about language barriers with possible encountered societies. Keller explained translation tools to be utilized, including software training requirements. Moore inquired as to radiation hazard risk. Wells confirmed equipment en route. Wells instructed Moore to remain in SCP-7847 if radiation levels were found to be inhospitable, as retrieval would occur after seven days. Moore inquired about hazard pay. Wells assured her hazard rate would be combined with her holiday rate to duly compensate her. Moore thanked the panel for their clarifications.
CERTIFIED BY: Junior Researcher Joseph Steinhardt. I attest all information included in this summary is accurate.
JOURNAL ENTRY 19 DECEMBER 2038 (PERSONAL)
18:50
Well, they gave me a run-down of everything. I asked a bunch of questions and everyone was pretty responsive, so that's at least reassuring.
Off-the-record, I asked Wells if he thought this entire thing was just a death sentence. Not really my finest moment. But he said I had a fair shot. So that's what I'll stick with: a fair shot.
Still probably going to make some calls. This next week feels like it's going to be both the longest and shortest of my life.
JOURNAL ENTRY 24 DECEMBER 2038 (PERSONAL)
20:04
Last night before takeoff. I meant to update this more, but getting everything prepared has eaten up basically all of my waking hours. The equipment's in, though, and we verified everything seems fine with 7847. So at least takeoff should be fine.
Mom called earlier to wish me a merry Christmas Eve. She's headed out with everyone else tomorrow to go to some light show. Nobody else has checked in, but between them being pissed at me for missing the holiday and… well, let's face it, I don't see them enough, it's another quiet holiday.
That's about it, I guess. Ordered a pizza as my sendoff gift to myself. The delivery person even drew a little reindeer on the box.
About to take some melatonin and then get to bed early. I have to be in at 7 tomorrow.
JOURNAL ENTRY 25 DECEMBER 2038 (PERSONAL)
4:02
it's 4 in the morning and i can't fall back asleep but i'm still tired. i just keep staring at the ceiling.
i remember doing stuff like this as a kid. i'd get so excited during the holidays that i'd get up at like 5. mom would always be up of course. she'd make me cocoa and let me open one present, and then we'd wait for everyone else to get downstairs.
with that i can't help but think about how empty my flat feels though. i'm so isolated these days. i don't know what i was ever good for in this time, and now i have to face another one. it just feels so fucking hopeless. everything feels so hopeless.
god. i wonder when all the philosophers did most of their thinking. maybe it was 4 am too. they didn't have cocoa though.
or 24 hour news
JOURNAL ENTRY 25 DECEMBER 2038 (PERSONAL)
6:00
Time to head over. I'm leaving my phone at home since they advised against bringing personal electronic devices. Not checking any notifications, either, in case I get sucked into something and it throws me off kilter. Or makes me late.
Guess I'll see how long this thing's battery lasts on idle.
EVENT SUMMARY 25 DECEMBER 2038: TAKEOFF
OBJECTIVE: Transport Foundation Agent Moore to year 3050, location 39°00'20.9"N 116°00'00.0"W..Geographical coordinates of Site-47 Research Wing B, which houses SCP-7847's containment chamber.
NOTES: Agent Moore was provided with the following supplies:
- Video and audio recording equipment, along with backup power supplies.
- One (1) journal, for the purposes of recording observations.
- One (1) area map featuring projections of geographic change, as well as two (2) identical copies.
- Two (2) HAZMAT suits fitted with digital monitors, including a Geiger counter, damage sensors, and environmental anomaly sensors.
- One (1) standard-issue personnel travel kit, including toiletries, a thermal blanket, a personal shelter, a sleeping bag, and ten (10) days' worth of rations.
A physical examination shortly before departure determined no cause for concern. A psychological examination determined that Moore harbored anxiety about the test; however, reviewing staff determined her to be fit to continue as planned.
TIMELINE:
- FINAL PROTOCOLS began at 10:15.
- ALL-CLEAR was given at 10:45.
- DEPARTURE COUNTDOWN began at 10:50.
- SIXTY-SECOND COUNTDOWN began at 10:59.
- TAKEOFF occurred at 11:00.
OUTCOME: Success.
COMBINED LOG 25 DECEMBER 2038 [3050]: ARRIVAL
OBJECTIVE: Record footage of outside conditions. Determine possibility of external exploration.
[BEGIN LOG]
The camera's view shifts for several seconds before turning to face MOORE, who holds it at arm's length. She appears slightly disheveled..Common as a result of transport. Staff have reported experiencing slight orientation and physical disturbances during SCP-7847 usage.
MOORE: Is this- yeah, it's on. Whew. [laughs] That would've been an issue. Anyway, Moore reporting in. It's… well, back home it's 11:23. Here, I- I think it should be the same, but who knows?
MOORE glances towards the door of SCP-7847.
MOORE: About to suit up and head out. Just wanted to record this first bit to make sure everything was all roses. I'll- I'll pause this real quick, save battery. I know they went overkill on the supply for this, but, you know. Force of habit.
Footage and audio stop.
The recording is resumed. MOORE is now outfitted in a HAZMAT suit.
MOORE: God, the monitors in this thing are fucking noisy. [laughs] Oh well. Stuff's working, at least. Now it's time to get out there, so you're getting mounted on my shoulder.
After 17 seconds of adjustments, the camera appears to be properly in place.
MOORE: Alright. 12:01. Let's roll.
MOORE presses a sequence of keys. After a few seconds, the interior door opens, allowing her passage into the external chamber. The first set of doors closes, followed shortly by the second set opening to the exterior environment. MOORE's breath can be heard quickening as she steps outside, and the camera view quickly swings back towards SCP-7847 as the doors close behind her.
MOORE: One big step for- god damn it.
The camera pans around the area, quickly, then slowly back. Mountains rise in the distance, and the landscape is covered in densely-packed forest. The edge of the map can be seen as MOORE reviews it.
MOORE: …Huh.
MOORE raises the map to the camera, tapping some of the topographical markings.
MOORE: The landscape around here seems fine, but uh… this isn't desert anymore, apparently. And…
A few sounds can be heard as MOORE navigates through readouts on the suit.
MOORE: I'm getting some levels of radiation detected. More than there usually is here, but not… not lethal. Which, honestly… this feels weirder. It's also pretty dark, but there's not a lot of canopy around here, so…
The camera pans up to center on the Sun. Thick lines cross it, appearing to move slowly across its surface.
This view remains for several seconds before the camera is slightly disturbed and the recording ends.
[END LOG]
JOURNAL ENTRY 25 DECEMBER 2038
TIME: 12:46.
OBSERVATION SUMMARY:
- Possible climate changes. Landscape harbors flora not typically seen in region.
- Radiation levels above background, but do not appear to be lethal in immediate surroundings.
- Structure surrounding the Sun. Appears to be non-organic. Resulting decrease in light levels.
NOTES:
Possibility that future human societies constructed something around the Sun. Purpose is yet to be determined.
I need to look more into those radiation levels tomorrow. I'm spending today going through what we have on 7847 — data logs, all that jazz. See if I can reason through some of these changes.
I also didn't see anyone in the surrounding area, nor any lights or signs of shelter. I'm checking around the old Site locations tomorrow. I don't know that anything would have survived this long, but it's at least a direction to walk in.
COMBINED LOG 26 DECEMBER 2038 [3050]: EXPLORATION
OBJECTIVE: Locate any traces of human civilization.
[BEGIN LOG]
The camera appears to be already mounted on MOORE's shoulder. The external set of doors can be seen opening.
MOORE: Alright, you beeped, so you're on. I uh- [sigh] I did some research. I'm still sticking with the original plan of poking around where the Site was, still… seems like the best route. But as for that thing, I've got two potential possibilities. Luckily they're- they're mostly grounded.
The camera view shifts back briefly towards SCP-7847 before turning back towards the environment.
MOORE: Oh, it's… my watch says it's 7:31. I didn't get much sleep.
The view swings up towards the sky, again centering on the Sun. It lingers here briefly.
MOORE: That- [points] that's probably either, uh… a Dyson sphere of some sort — it looks a little inefficient, honestly, compared to some of the designs that… nevermind. A Dyson sphere is one explanation. Another is that it's some sort of heat shielding. I'd have to do proper analysis of the ozone around here, but considering how things were (are) in our time, I'd buy that.
The view shifts back down towards the tree line, turning as MOORE begins to move through the forest.
MOORE: It could, of course, be some horrifying… machine thing of anomalous origins, but I'd like to be optimistic. We can't just call everything an anomaly, even if it's, uh… [chuckles] orbiting around the Sun, darkening the Earth, all that fun stuff.
A beam of light appears, hitting the foliage as MOORE's hand is seen clearing brush. She pauses to examine a thick, thorned vine.
MOORE: Glad I kept the suit on. Anyway. Turning the camera off until I find anything of note or I start getting chased by something. Whichever comes first, I guess.
Footage and audio stop.
The recording is resumed. MOORE is gesturing to a stark concrete wall.
MOORE: It's uh… it's here. [laughs] I mean it makes sense, I just- wow. Let me figure out what building this is.
MOORE begins to walk around the perimeter of the building. The camera pans to different features — cracks in the exterior, worn graffiti, outcroppings with shattered windows. Eventually, she reaches the remnants of a vestibule. Broken glass surrounds the structure. Pausing at the threshold, she steps in cautiously. The camera view swings to an upper corner, where a small, black dome marks a security camera.
MOORE: …Cams seem to be down. Or at least the sensors for them do.
MOORE vaults over a set of turnstiles, walking towards a set of large doors. Much of the paint has chipped away from the surface, but rough impressions of lettering can be seen.
MOORE: …And this is it. Shot to hell, so the nuke theory's not out, but I'm not getting any higher readings here.
MOORE presses the door handle, taking a deep breath before pushing the door open with audible effort. The beam of her flashlight can be seen sweeping across a lounge space. A series of screens on the far wall appear to be damaged, but all furniture is upright.
MOORE: Doesn't seem to have hit as bad here. TVs seem out, though. Hopefully just a localized power outage.
65 seconds pass without further dialogue as MOORE walks around what appears to have been Site-47's central lounge space. Notices to personnel can be seen scattered across the floor near message boards, many of the pages slightly yellowed but in otherwise legible condition. Each document found is quickly held up to the camera.
Shortly after MOORE appears to have completed a circuit of the lounge space, a clanking noise is heard. Based on the direction of camera view movement, it appears to come from the leftmost hallway.
MOORE: …Huh.
MOORE pans around the room once more before decreasing the intensity of her flashlight beam and starting slowly down the hallway. The noise can be heard at increments of approximately 4 seconds, growing louder as she approaches.
MOORE crouches to the wall as she reaches the end of the hallway, taking a deep breath before slowly pushing open the door. A loud creaking noise can be heard, and MOORE swears as she slips through the door.
Faint light can be seen a distance down the hall. As she approaches its source — a small doorway, likely that of one of the console rooms — the sound stops. MOORE switches off her flashlight and backs herself against the wall.
MOORE remains in this position for several seconds before taking a deep breath and stepping around the corner. She is immediately confronted by a tall, pale, humanoid figure holding aloft what appears to be a makeshift candle.
FIGURE: UNINTELLIGIBLE
MOORE: [gasp] Jesus, uh- you, you, do you- can you understand me?
FIGURE: [steps closer] UNINTELLIGIBLE
MOORE: You- God- you, just uh, keep talk- talking, I think it-
The FIGURE continues to step closer, their voice growing louder. They produce a thin metal bar from behind their back and raise it above their head.
MOORE: [backing up] No, no, hold on, I'm not- fuck, when is this damn software supposed to kick on-
FIGURE: UNINTELLIGIBLE
MOORE puts up her hands, backing up into the door. She quickly pushes it open and begins to run down the hallway. Shouting from the FIGURE can be heard behind her before the door closes. Most of the speech remains unintelligible, save for one word: TEMPLE.
Several seconds pass as MOORE makes her way out of the building and back through the foliage. She appears to place a hand on the camera to stabilize it, temporarily blacking out visual feed. View of the environment returns moments later, showing MOORE a few meters from SCP-7847. Footage stops once she has entered through the exterior doors.
[END LOG]
JOURNAL ENTRY 26 DECEMBER 2038
TIME: 10:41.
OBSERVATION SUMMARY:
- Remains of Site-47 appear largely intact.
- Damage to exterior of building.
- Consistent Geiger readings indicate some remnant radiation levels — potentially caused by shockwave?
- No power to building.
- Organic life forms present in remnants of Site-47.
- Appear intelligent based on dialogue, usage of improvised light source.
NOTES:
Found the old Site. Met the objective. So I'll call that a success.
I'm honestly not sure whether to call this guy — these guys? — hostile. Upon reflection I would probably have a similar reaction if a strange figure approached me like that. I guess I did, I just chose flight over fight.
I think I need to go back there today. Probably going to bring a weapon just in case. If I can stall long enough, though, translation might fully kick on. It seems like it did for a moment earlier, but it didn't quite make sense. If it does work, though, it's supposed to go both ways. That might help me avoid getting myself killed.
LOG 26 DECEMBER 2038 [3050] (2): CONTACT
OBJECTIVE: Attempt to train translation software and establish communication.
[BEGIN LOG]
Foliage brushes past the camera as MOORE navigates through the forest.
MOORE: 13:14. Reviewed the instructions Keller left. Have my sidearm. [sighs] I have a plan, too, but it's a bit stupid. I think I'm… I'm at least going to pop off the top part of the suit. Whoever that was looked at least mostly human. Probably more inclined to deal with one of their own, right?
MOORE pauses shortly, letting out a sharp laugh before resuming moving forward.
MOORE: Reminds me of some of the old safety vids you had us watch, Wells. How everyone would run into danger and do the stupidest thing possible. And now here I am. Guess I didn't learn much.
After several seconds, MOORE reaches the entryway of Site-47. She again clears the turnstiles, pushing her way through the doors and switching on her flashlight. Zipping and rustling is heard, and soon MOORE can be seen setting a gas mask down on one of the lounge tables.
MOORE: Here we go.
The clanking is audible once more as she proceeds down the same hallway, stopping short of the second set of doors. A gloved hand reaches up and knocks three times.
The clanking halts, and MOORE steps back as the door creaks open. The FIGURE again stands before her, tilting their head to the side.
FIGURE: UNINTELLIGIBLE
MOORE raises her hands, palms outward. The FIGURE does not advance towards her.
MOORE: [softly] Come on.
FIGURE: UNINTELLIGIBLE temple UNINTELLIGIBLE
MOORE: Temple?
The FIGURE's eyes widen. They take a step forward.
FIGURE: UNINTELLIGIBLE in temple.
MOORE: More. Temple. Come on.
FIGURE: Who are you? What are you saying? UNINTELLIGIBLE in temple.
MOORE gasps, taking a step forward.
MOORE: I am from far away. I am lost. Can you help?
FIGURE: You are in temple. You look strange. Can trust?
MOORE slips off a glove, holding up a bare palm. The FIGURE stares at her for a moment before raising their own hand. Their fingers are broader, the tips ending in claw-like nails.
FIGURE: You are strange. But you have face now.
The FIGURE glances back towards the dark hall behind them.
FIGURE: Not now. We work. When the Watcher next wakes.
MOORE: Who?
FIGURE: After sky darkens and the eye opens again. But you will wait outside of our temple.
The FIGURE shuts the door before MOORE can respond. A few moments pass in silence before she turns, starting back down the hallway.
MOORE: …Heading back now.
Footage and audio stop.
[END LOG]
JOURNAL ENTRY 26 DECEMBER 2038 (2)
TIME: 14:59.
OBSERVATION SUMMARY:
- Organic life forms do not appear hostile.
- Likely multiple due to usage of "our."
NOTES:
Success. I also feel fine, but I did pop a few iodine tablets just in case. The inner chambers seem to be pretty shielded from the outside, though.
Software works, too. Well, kind of. I've been sitting here trying to figure out what those cryptic words actually meant, though. My best guess is this is their version of tracking solar cycles, since they mentioned darkening — but then, am I supposed to come at night or in the morning?
I'm sticking with the morning just in case. Things are weird enough here in the daylight. Hopefully I can get a good look around tomorrow.
COMBINED LOG 27 DECEMBER 2038 [3050]: TEMPLE
OBJECTIVE: Explore the remnants of Site-47, or the "temple."
[BEGIN LOG]
The camera view lingers on the Sun for a moment before shifting back down to the entryway of Site-47.
MOORE: Well, I think the Watcher's awoken by now. It's 11:48. Caught up on sleep. First dreamless night I've had in- ah, here we go.
Three FIGURES approach. The original point of contact does not appear to be among them. MOORE raises a gloved hand.
FIGURE A: Where is face?
MOORE: Under the HAZMAT — uh. Under the layers.
The FIGURES exchange looks.
FIGURE C: From what do you guard yourself? We intend no harm.
MOORE: Radiation. Really? Deadly UNINTELLIGIBLE. Once more. Deadly particles.
FIGURE B: The Remnants?
MOORE: Possible.
FIGURE B: None here. Far off, in one of the Black Seas. You will fall ill if you go.
FIGURE C: Here is safe.
MOORE pauses, then slowly removes her hood and mask once again. FIGURE A nods, then turns. The procession leads her into the building.
Minutes pass in silence as MOORE is guided through the halls of Site-47. None present speak. The group eventually reaches the set of doors, and FIGURE A knocks three times. The doors are again opened by the original FIGURE.
FIGURE A: Zunn, the Stranger is here.
The FIGURE — now to be referred to as ZUNN — steps back to allow passage. MOORE enters last. The group is then led towards the fork in pathways until they reach one of Site-47's former console rooms. A large amount of candles cover the panels and cabinets inside.
MOORE: Emergency lights are out too, then. Thank you.
ZUNN: You are welcome.
ZUNN points to FIGURES A, B, and C respectively.
ZUNN: Loht, Fonn, Eaj. Do you have title?
MOORE: Emily.
There is a moment of silence as ZUNN looks at MOORE.
ZUNN: You are Fajn. Now we have met.
ZUNN gestures to a set of conference tables in the back of the room. Scattered across their surface are several notebooks and binders. MOORE approaches a large binder, the title of which reads UNFEJDYN..When pronounced by Moore, this phrase was translated as "DEVELOPMENTS."
ZUNN: These are our guides.
MOORE: May I?
ZUNN smiles, revealing sharp teeth.
ZUNN: Yes.
ZUNN nods to the others, who proceed into the next room.
Footage and audio begin to stop and resume intermittently, MOORE showing passages from various materials. The majority appear to be clippings of R&D and technology reports — largely diagrams — from a mix of Foundation and external sourcing.
After several such clips, continuous footage resumes. MOORE taps an image on a page of the binder, depicting a circular structure with several rings orbiting it. She then shuts the binder and sets it aside.
ZUNN: What are your thoughts?
MOORE: Do you know what those items are?
ZUNN: Tools of the holy.
MOORE: Could you make that understood?
ZUNN: Before us on this land were Creators. They left rooms of texts behind. Records of ancient, glowing cities. Details of the tools, temples they crafted. We cannot know their tongue. We have collected their art.
MOORE: [pauses] Thank you.
MOORE stands, offering a hand to ZUNN. They take it in both of theirs, nodding to her.
ZUNN: Return again when the eye opens, Fajn. You seek to know. You will understand.
MOORE: I will.
MOORE proceeds out of the room. Footage and audio stop.
[END LOG]
JOURNAL ENTRY 27 DECEMBER 2038
TIME: 15:13.
OBSERVATION SUMMARY:
- Parts of the temple appear to be guarded, or at least not open to strangers.
- Each life form has similar characteristics:
- Pale skin
- Light hair
- Thick, claw-like fingertips
- Visually, their language appears similar to English or Dutch.
NOTES:
Going by what Zunn said, it seems like we're basically mythological figures in their time. I guess it makes sense — we've already left so much of ourselves everywhere, technology-wise, that it would make sense for a future, isolated group to find our artifacts and try their best to explain them. It's what human societies have done since the beginning of time.
I did also find a diagram of a Dyson sphere in that binder. It's visually pretty damn close to what's circling the Sun, so I guess that makes Theory 1 the winner. Based on my timing today, I'm guessing my theory about the Watcher/eye deal was also correct. Everyone needs a Helios.
I wonder what they think of me in all of my getup.
COMBINED LOG 28 DECEMBER 2038 [3050]: TEMPLE, AGAIN
OBJECTIVE: Continue to explore the remnants of Site-47, or the "temple."
[BEGIN LOG]
MOORE stands in the center of the lounge. Her bare hands are visible in front of the camera. Upon confirmation that footage is running, she proceeds towards the console room.
MOORE: Good morning. It's 10:38. No suit today.
Upon arrival, ZUNN greets her, leading her through another door and down another hall. Several seconds pass in silence.
ZUNN: What did you think of the texts?
MOORE: I found your ideas of them interesting.
ZUNN: Could you make that understood?
MOORE: [pauses] To me those texts represent something else. Past distant to you. To both of us, now.
ZUNN: That is what we all understand from them.
MOORE: Well… possible. May I ask something?
ZUNN nods as they push open the next door. Pushing it open, they reveal a large antechamber — likely once a testing facility. Sections of the ceiling have collapsed, allowing full view of the sky as MOORE steps in.
ZUNN: Our prayer room. What is your question?
MOORE: What happened to the Creators?
ZUNN pauses, staring at MOORE. They then stride to the center of the room, gesturing above them.
ZUNN: The Watcher allows life to exist.
MOORE: In one truth-
ZUNN quickly moves to MOORE, appearing to take her face in their hands. She yelps, but remains still.
ZUNN: Only one truth. We do not exist without honoring it. The Creators do not exist because they dishonored it. They were only its children.
MOORE: But what happened to them?
ZUNN: They created machines that harnessed part of the Watcher's power. Against their creed. First as tools. Then they destroyed all there was. Each other, too. They left behind scars.
MOORE: Remnants.
ZUNN: Yes. The Seas, the masses that envelop the ground. Around them the world warps.
ZUNN sighs, stepping back and gesturing around them.
ZUNN: Only those who hid here survived. They cried out to the skies. They begged for protection from themselves.
MOORE: …And the Watcher granted it.
ZUNN: Who else could have heard them?
Several moments of silence ensue. MOORE slowly steps forward.
MOORE: …Many of those drawings are familiar to me. We call that [points] a Dyson sphere. We used it to harness energy. We had ways to instantly communicate with each other across gaps of space and time. Our programs could write programs.
ZUNN: And what of these?
MOORE: We were advanced. You have much of what we made. You could rebuild.
ZUNN falls silent.
MOORE: …Zunn?
ZUNN: Forgive my silence. You do not seem to understand as I thought you did.
MOORE: No, I do. I-
ZUNN: You do not. We cannot return to the ways of the Creators. Their fate is a warning to us. We must never embark on that path again.
ZUNN gestures to the exit.
ZUNN: Please leave.
MOORE makes a sound as if to speak, but stops. The camera view swings towards the exit. Footage and audio stop.
[END LOG]
JOURNAL ENTRY 28 DECEMBER 2038
TIME: 12:21.
OBSERVATION SUMMARY:
- One of the testing facilities appears to have been converted into a prayer room.
NOTES:
So that's what happens. That's what we were all terrified to find out. We blew ourselves up and some of us hid away, and over years of isolation and the end of technology we evolved in appearance and language and began to praise the Sun.
I've found out all I was meant to find out, and now I'm forbidden from learning any more.
I guess I'll see you all in a few days.
JOURNAL ENTRY 29 DECEMBER 2038
TIME: 00:21.
OBSERVATION SUMMARY:
- It's pleasantly cool outside.
NOTES:
I couldn't sleep, and sitting inside 7847 was driving me insane. I just kept replaying my last few moments with Zunn.
So I went for a walk. There's a little hill not too far from the site, and I climbed up there and just sat back and watched the sunset. And it was beautiful — if a bit muted — but what made me run back and grab my notebook for this observation was the stars. Is the stars.
You can see the Milky Way. I don't mean catch a glimpse of it. I've never seen so many stars in my life. And there were mourning doves singing. There were crickets. There were frogs. There's probably a coyote nearby. I don't care.
Because God, I get it. After years of growing dread every time I opened the news, every time I got a text, every time I got called into an office, I get it.
I've spent so long seeing people try to confront the worst. The idea that the end is the end. That there's nothing after. But there is. There's so much here.
And I'm realizing I can't go back. Not without learning. Not without knowing. Maybe I can bring back some of what we lost. Figure out some of what went wrong. It's us, after all. Maybe we can fix some of our mistakes preemptively.
Maybe there's hope for us. Regardless, there's hope for our future.
I need to go back and talk to Zunn. I get it. I get it.
COMBINED LOG 29 DECEMBER 2038 [3050]: REDEMPTION
OBJECTIVE: Apologize to Zunn.
[BEGIN LOG]
MOORE stands at the entryway. After a moment, a FIGURE appears by the far door.
MOORE: [loudly] I have learned!
The FIGURE does not respond. MOORE steps closer.
MOORE: God, how do I… okay. [deep breath] I am sorry. I watched the eye close. I saw more of the cosmos than I ever had before. I felt life all around me. I felt connection.
The FIGURE moves back.
MOORE: Hold- I understand this is not about me at its core. This is about saving all under the gaze of the Watcher — everything that was almost lost once before. I could not realize that until I felt it. I could not understand your faith. Now I do. I am sorry I could not trust in it before.
Several moments pass without response. MOORE sighs and turns back.
ZUNN: [faintly] Fajn!
The camera view swings back towards the entryway, losing focus as MOORE runs back to the threshold. ZUNN stops shortly in front of her and holds out a hand.
MOORE: I want to understand.
ZUNN: I know.
MOORE grasps their hand in both of hers, remaining there for a moment before letting go and stepping back.
MOORE: I will return shortly. Before the eye closes.
ZUNN: I will wait here. You will have a chance to learn.
MOORE sighs, turning back towards the forest and starting back. Footage and audio stop.
The recording resumes inside of 7847. MOORE steps back and resumes filling a case with Foundation-issued supplies.
MOORE: …Just so you know where everything went. I'm… I'm leaving this here for the footage. Everything else comes with me, though. And uh, try and get a hold of my mom, please. Give her and everyone else whatever story you'd like.
MOORE seals up the case and sits, centering herself in the view of the camera.
MOORE: We talked about the warning, but here it is. At least in this timeline, we are going to destroy ourselves. It's- [sighs] It's a lot to process. But isn't it better knowing?
MOORE rests her head back against the console wall.
MOORE: …Well, maybe not. But we're researchers, aren't we? And agents, and clerical staff, and medics, and, well, humans. We like to know things, even if we dread that knowledge afterwards. That's why you all sent me out here, right?
MOORE looks into the camera for a few moments before sighing softly.
MOORE: Well I'm here now. I'm an anthropologist, damn it. I'm going to learn. But I'm going to learn here.
After a moment, MOORE stands, striding over to the camera.
MOORE: You'll have your answers. I'll get to have faith in something again. And maybe we'll all get to live in the end. I guess that's, uh- that's our gift to each other.
MOORE smiles.
MOORE: See you on the flip-side, 47.
Footage and audio stop.
[END LOG]
EVENT SUMMARY 1 JANUARY 2039: RETRIEVAL
OBJECTIVE: Recover Foundation Agent Moore from year 3050, location 39°00'20.9"N 116°00'00.0"W.
NOTES: See previous supply listing.
TIMELINE:
- FINAL PROTOCOLS began at 10:15
- ALL-CLEAR was given at 10:45.
- RETURN COUNTDOWN began at 10:50.
- SIXTY-SECOND COUNTDOWN began at 10:59.
- RETRIEVAL occurred at 11:00.
OUTCOME: Failure. Foundation Agent Moore could not be located within SCP-7847. Only audio and video recording equipment, along with the issued notebook, remained inside of the anomaly.
AFTER-ACTION REPORT
After reviewing the footage and notes left behind by Foundation Agent Moore, the reviewing body has elected to label her as lost-in-action. No attempts are to be made at retrieval.
All materials collected over the course of Test 7847.2.1 are to be presented for review in order to determine the feasibility and practicality of similar usage cases.