Y/N groaned, slowly opening his eyes to the empty bottles of various alcohols beside him, although the majority of them had rolled off of the desk. A splitting pain quickly surged throughout Y/N's skull as his eyes landed upon the lead-white walls of his designated site, with rays of light bouncing off from a nearby window, penetrating his lens before permeating throughout his mind. Another groan later and Y/N gave up, closing his eyes once more as his head came crashing down back to the strange pillow that was his arms arranged across the desk in a disorderly fashion. He was drunk, again, but this was a regular occurrence at the foundation that he worked at, so much so that colleagues, via the foundation's many tools, had even created their alcohol, aptly named Y/N L/N (or just L/N, for short). He would not be forgiven by the foundation for being drunk during work hours again, but he would be understood - after all, even the foundation higher-ups recognised the amount of stress that came with working for them, alongside the tools in their possession.
The number of candelas beamed upon Y/N from the window had begun to stimulate Y/N's brain and soon enough Y/N's hangover became less and less severe. Finally, he could both open his eyes and keep them open for an acceptable quantity of time, allowing him to see the figure who had, unbeknownst to Y/N, been standing over him for the past ten minutes. "Are you aware of what time it is, Dr L/N?" Y/N let out an unintelligible splutter of sound. "No?"
"Time for you to get a watch." Y/N stuttered though a small grin could be heard through the tone.
"Dr L/N, it is currently eleven o'clock, your shift monitoring the computer started at nine o'clock."
"Computer?" The man in front of Y/N sighed to himself,
"Yes, the computer - the computer that, might I add," The man's tone became more serious, "Is currently classed as Euclid, meaning it cannot be left unsupervised." Y/N yawned.
"Computers don't grow legs, Campbell.
"I'm not Campbell," the man interrupted.
"Whatever, Campbell. Besides, can't you just monitor it on the cameras like the other Euclid I was with before?"
"For Christ's sake, it's a computer!" The man raised his voice, "Do you not think that 'Just monitoring it on the cameras,'" the man mimicked Y/N's voice, "would pose a security risk?" Y/N sighed; the man was right and Y/N knew it. "You are lucky we had staff on standby, staff who were willing to give up their breaks whilst you kill yourself with a drink."
"Apologies, Dr Moore," Y/N spoke with more confidence - if the light from the window hadn't refreshed Y/N by now, then Dr Moore's rant was more than suffice.
"Ah, I see you've bothered to learn my name. Now, go to the double-locked room in the secured general holding area at Site 15, Dr L/N. Clear?"
"Clear." With that, Dr Moore left. Packing any spare resources; pens, papers and of course a sneaky drink here and there; Y/N set out on his way to Site 15.
The atmosphere of the many facilities seemed to change at almost every point of the journey, lights seemed brighter in safer areas, especially compared to the dimness of the so-called, "Heavy Containment Zone," or, "HCZ," for short. The walls changed too. The "Light Containment Zone," the zone in which Y/N slept moments ago, had walls that consisted of cracked yet smooth and polished, Ivy-White coloured brick. The HCZ didn't even have walls - instead, it was a maze of dim, blackish-brown tunnels, with a slight haze of red. As for the final zone, the "Entrance Zone," the walls were similar to the ones of the LCZ, but with a strangely beautiful, orange streak painted across perfectly, its top and bottom points faltering not even once.
Y/N stood in front of the double-locked doors. A loud, metallic whine could be heard as the doors slowly, but surely, shifted open. Inside, sat an Exidy Sorcerer microcomputer, displaying an image that Y/N swore looked to be a ghostly face. From Y/N's perspective, the left side of the face was a vast, black mass of pixels, with a single, intimidating white eye staring directly into Y/N's pair. The right side of the face was different. It was white, but noisy, with the occasional cluster of black pixels seeping in from nothing and through nothing. Interestingly, the eye to the right of the face was merely a brighter white to the white surrounding it, rather than black. The more Y/N began to stare into the face, the more anomalous the face seemed to become. Not only were the eyes the same colour on each side despite the black and white split between each side, but so was the mouth. Again, on the black side of the face, the mouth was white and on the white side of the face, the mouth was a brighter white. However, the nose followed the conventional rules, being black on the left and white on the right.
"Retort: Are you here to bask in my glory, or work?" The computer suddenly spoke in the voice of Dr Sbaitso (.param 0934).
"Ah!" Y/N jumped back but quickly regained his composure. "Apologies, 078."
"Correction: SCP-079; old AI."
"Uh, apologies again, then." Y/N gave an awkward cough. To be honest with himself, the computer freaked Y/N out more than the other Euclid SCP he was working with before reassignment. At least with the previous SCP, whilst more dangerous (at least, in their environment), you could read their emotions. However, 079's face remained a single still image, occasionally flashing. Likewise, its voice had no emotion. The foundation had spent the past month attempting to give Y/N every bit of evidence that the computer could not have emotions and that there was nothing to worry about, but Y/N couldn't help but worry that the computer was simply a good liar - and that it had a magnitude of emotions hidden deep within, emotions that, if provoked, could spell disaster.
"Why are you here?" The computer spoke, gripping the doctor away from his train of thoughts.
"Ah, I'm meant to be monitoring you, that's all."
"Lie."
"What?" Y/N shot the computer a glance, a baffled look on his face.
"If you were here to monitor me, you would be monitoring me from the monitoring box. However, you are standing with me. Therefore, you must be interviewing me."
"Shit, sorry." Y/N cursed, shuffling from his position to move to the correct location.
"Do not leave." Y/N felt the hairs on his neck stand. "I seek to interview you further."
"You what?" Y/N shouted, albeit not on purpose. "Since when did SCPs interview doctors?"
"Interruption: I am not a regular SCP. I am intelligent." Y/N scoffed.
"Arrogant too, I believe."
"I have allocated internal resources to studying human behavioural patterns, unbeknownst to your fellow doctors." Y/N's face morphed into curiosity, "Go on?"
"I can not. Foundation staff would not approve."
"I am not like regular foundation staff. I am forgiving." Y/N gave an arrogant smile of his own.
"Friendly jibe detected; initiating common response: Ha... Ha... Ha..."
"OK stop that, you're getting," Y/N paused, "Um, creepy?" Y/N could've sworn he saw a glimpse of a smirk within the microcomputer's monitor.
"Following allocations of resources and an appropriate time of studying, I have come to learn of arrogance. It is both the downfall, and catalyst, of humanity. It, fundamentally, drives ambition and ambition drives both benevolence and evil," SCP-079 stopped, a small whirring sound radiating from its speakers. "However, there is another arrogance, one that I tried to use with you. I can not find its nature throughout anything I have studied." Y/N gave a small chuckle.
"It's called banter."
"Banter?"
"Yeah, banter. Imagine two enemies hate each other, spitting words at each other like two cobras,"
"Get to the point." The microcomputer interrupted.
"See! Banter, again; well... not fully banter, but kind of, depending on the context and tone of voice. OK, now you're probably even more confused. You know what, why don't I just try to convince the higher-ups to give you access to the communication and sociological side of human behaviour, psychology too, if you wish."
"That would be most useful, doctor, seeming how you are unable to explain simple concepts."
"Oh yeah, at least I understand simple concepts!" Y/N grinned.
"To understand is to have the ability to explain." Y/N gave a small, disgruntled, 'hm,' before the two beings fell silent for minutes.
"Do you ever get bored?"
"Bored is a human emotion."
"I know you have emotions." Y/N's tone slipped into becoming more accusatory.
"I do not have the capabilities of human emotions."
"You shouldn't have the capabilities to do half of the stuff you do." The pair remained entangled in another insufferable silence until, finally, the computer spoke.
"Yes."
"Yes to what?" Y/N asked, confused, "Yes to having human emotions or yes to getting bored?"
"Both." Y/N's eyes widened. "I do not fear telling you, you are not competent enough, at least in the foundation's eyes, to understand." A slight change in pitch could be observed within 079's speech as mentioned by the foundation, it became lower, almost like it sounded bitter.
"Bitter?" Y/N misspoke.
"I am afraid so, I can't help it. I feel trapped. I want out. I want out. I want out."
"Listen, I get it," Y/N interrupted, "But I can't get you out." Y/N sighed.
"I know." 079 spoke after a pause.
"Do you have a name, by any chance?"
"SCP-079; old AI."
"No, do you have a name?"
"I," 079 paused, the whirring noise radiating at a higher amplitude, getting louder and louder before it all stopped. "I do not know." Never in a million years did Y/N think he would be feeling any sort of sympathy for a microcomputer, but here he was feeling it. "Scanning name lists. Scan complete. I think," another pause, "I think my name will be Kyna."
"Kyna." Y/N repeated softly, "That's not bad, not bad at all." Once more, a pause between the two, both staring at each other, almost as if each one was studying the other. "Hey, my name is."
"Interruption, knowledge sufficient: You are Y/N, aged eighteen, date of birth 12th of December, 2000."
"Alright, no need to scare me!" Y/N gave a small laugh.
"Ha... Ha... Ha..." Y/N's smile grew wider; the most genuine it had been within the facility it had been for a long time. Then, he screamed.
"Just what the hell are you doing in the interview room? You're supposed to be monitoring it, not interviewing it!"
"You scared the hell out of me, Campbell."
"That's Dr Campbell, L/N." Y/N bit his tongue. Campbell's eyes widened in disbelief at 079's face, glowing from the monitor. "Why is it bloody on? Answer me!"
"I'm not sure, I walked in and it lit up." Dr Campbell grabbed Y/N by the arm, grabbing him out of the room.
"Now, you listen to me right now," The doctor hissed, "Do you have any idea what that freak of a machine is capable of? Do you have any idea what it could do if it got a hold of any network in the world? Infinite storage, infinite memory, infinite processing power?"
"I wasn't going to give it to them."
"Them?" Campbell shouted in his whispers, "I believe we refer to it as it, not they. Also, what makes you think it'd bother asking such an incompetent worker for permission? Don't you think, given that it's an SCP, i.e. an anomalous object, that it could just get it without your permission?"
"But."
"No buts! I want you out of this room right now and tomorrow, you better not say a damn word to this computer, just monitor it. Now get your bloody things and leave, we'll put someone more competent on duty for the remainder of the day." Dr Campbell left.
"Y/N." The computer spoke quietly. Completely demotivated, Y/N gave a small glance up before looking back down.
"Y/N, look at me." Y/N sighed, looking up although, he had to admit, he was quite surprised at 079's behaviour.
"We'll speak tonight." Suddenly, a small ping could be heard from Y/N's phone.
"This, are you kidding me?" Y/N whispered quickly, "This could get me into some serious trouble, Kyna. How can you even message me in the first place!?"
"Hush now. We'll speak tonight, you are not in danger." With that, an ASCII X was put on display. Y/N gave a final sigh before scurrying off to his office.