SCP-1428 – "Cortexichildren"
Chapter 6: SCP-1428
Disclaimers: During the writing process, all of the SCP number selections I have used were / are vacant. I don't intend to publish this on the wiki, so if the series number is now taken… meh kewl story, bro. This is mainly a crossover fic, not a SCP event log that will go on the site.
Forever reminder that I do not own anything. Fringe belongs to J.J. & co. Each SCP belongs to their respective individual author. The SCP universe belongs to that collective on that site. I do not own anything. I am a fan.
Forever reminder of how I handle alt!characters: Over There: Bob. Over Somewhere Else: Bob.
Author's Notes: I guess there's a reason that AU crossovers are uncommon. & there's another reason why those crossovers aren't always successful.
Of course my measure of success is just going to be readable & realistic in terms of each universe. I don't really expect thousands upon thousands of hits for this shit. If I wanted popularity, I would've attempted a Superwholock crossover. Although I do have a good number of ideas for Supernatural & Fringe or Superfringe. Some of the characters are just so similar to each other… but this is not the fic for that.
Oh & if you haven't already noticed, shit is about to get REAL.
Cortexichildren
Item #: SCP-1428
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: The two humanoid hosts, SCP-1428-1 and SCP-1428-2, are to be contained i meter room and must be sedated at all times. Security guards must administer Class B sedatives every hour. Failure to apply these procedures will leave those in direct contact with SCP-1428-1 vulnerable to its empathic manipulation and will leave SCP-1428-2 conscious enough to plan their escape. Food and water must be provided three times a day. Direct and sustained contact with SCP-1428-1 or SCP-1428-2 is prohibited unless for research purposes authorized by at least 3 members of O5 Command. Separation of the two SCPs is forbidden unless authorized by at least 5 members of O5 Command. In the event of unauthorized separation, SCP-1428-1 must be reunited with SCP-1428-2 as soon as possible, in order to minimize a massive empathic event.
Transportation Procedures: While SCP-1428-1 and / or SCP-1428-2 are being transported from their cell to a research facility, the highest sedatives must be used at all times. Upon entering the cell, Class A sedatives must be administered immediately and must continue to be administered until the SCP/s is docile and cooperative enough to move without incident. Those transporting and those having any other form of contact with the SCP/s must have Class A sedatives on them at all times. Once the SCP/s has been successfully transferred to a secure research room, sedatives given to SCP/s will be lowered to Class C or D, depending on the manor of such research. Once questioning and research have finished, repeat transportation procedures.
Description: SCP-1428 is an unknown chemical substance called Cortexiphan. The Foundation assumes that it is man-made, but the exact nature of its ingredients is unknown at present time.
SCP-1428 was given to SCP-1428-1 and SCP-1428-2 as children [exact ages unknown] during the drug trials [DATA REDACTED]. The administering and activation of SCP-1428 spawned the abilities SCP-1428-1 and SCP-1428-2 now possess. However the way of administration, amount needed to trigger the onset of such abilities, and the specifics of the activation process are unknown.
SCP-1428, according to SCP-1428-2, acts on the host's perception, allowing for the control of the reality around it. It widens the possibilities and awareness of each host's mind uniquely, which may explain the stark differences between SCP-1428-1 and SCP-1428-2. Although despite their differences [or perhaps because of them], during the drug trials, SCP-1428-1 and SCP-1428-2 were paired together, forming a psychic bond. The strength and specifics of this bond are unknown, but according to SCP-1428-2, it can sense SCP-1428-1's presence and emotional state, especially in times of stress. SCP-1428-1, before dual containment had been granted, expressed a frantic desire to be reunited with SCP-1428-2. Both SCPs, while separated, frequently demanded to know where the other was held and expressed great concern in the other's welfare. Since their dual containment, both SCPs appear to be more relaxed and less prone to violent disruptions.
SCP-1428-1 is a white male of average height with blond hair and blue eyes. It refers to itself as "Nick." SCP-1428-1 is a reverse-empath, with the capability of transferring its emotions to those around it. SCP-1428-1 is emotionally unstable and highly suicidal. It is prone to self-hatred and self-harm, which are highly dangerous when they are transferred to innocents around it. Upon time of containment, SCP-1428-1's suicidal state caused [DATA REDACTED]. The range of these abilities and whether only negative emotions can transfer to humans around it is unknown.
SCP-1428-2 is a white female of average height with blonde hair and hazel eyes. It refers to itself as "Olivia." According to SCP-1428-1, SCP-1428-2 is the stronger of the two. The exact specifics of SCP-1428-2's abilities are unknown, but according to it, SCP-1428-2 possesses: abnormal acute hearing; the power to manipulate certain metals; and the ability to see different outcomes and potential futures. SCP-1428-2 only gave vague information on its last ability, but it also has expressed that it lacks adequate control of this ability.
During the event [DATA REDACTED], SCP-1428-2 was seen trying to calm SCP-1428-1 down from its suicidal state. However, SCP-1428-2 failed, resulting in [DATA REDACTED]. During this event, SCP-1428-2 expressed concern for the innocent people affected. However, the extent of these feelings is unknown.
Note-01: Not much is known about each humanoid host of SCP-1428. Great caution must be used.
[[THE INFORMATION BELOW IS FOR PERSONNEL WITH LEVEL 4 CLEARANCE AND ABOVE ONLY]]
Addendum-01: According to SCP-1482-1, there are more children who have been given Cortexiphan. The Foundation requires further research before additional containment procedures are warranted.
Addendum-02: SCP-1482-1 must never reach another full empathic event. Attached is a section of a transcribed copy of Agent S while securing both SCPs:
Subjects appeared to be searching for something they needed; they did not find it. [SCP-1428-1] began to experience great distress… [DATA REDACTED]. The subjects began to talk about [DATA REDACTED]. Viewing this person caused great distress to [SCP-1428-1]. [SCP-1428-1] is now expressing suicidal feelings. These suicidal feelings seemed to have spread to all those around it. Innocents that were calm have begun to act irrationally and erratically. Innocents are stabbing themselves with glass, smashing their heads against the ground, swallowing toxic chemicals sold in stores, driving cars into buildings. … Situation is escalating-
I'm much more interested in this Cortexiphan substance than the two hosts. I see a possibility of a true project here that might put the Olympia Project to shame. Especially with all those technical difficulties. Just think of the possibilities… but how to continue? How to get more information? I'm not sure how we'll be able to pry the SCPs open. SCP-1428-2 seems especially stubborn. – Dr. Kwon
I'll get them to talk. Don't you worry. – Dr. Hendricks
"Olive?!" Nick bolted out of bed, upright and sweating.
"I'm here, Nick." Olivia's voice was hoarse. She hadn't gotten any sleep. She refused to sleep. She refused to let her guard down amidst these scientists and scoundrels.
But it was odd. The orange-suited individuals stopped coming after Nick fell asleep last night. And all she had to do was lie in her bed and pretend to do the same. She didn't even see the cameras move. She didn't even hear the lenses focus in on her face. They didn't even check to make sure her eyes were closed. What a rookie mistake for an establishment that seemed so precise.
But having prisoners doing your dirty work wasn't always precise. And the inexperience of Dr. Montgomery didn't seem precise. And Dr. Hendricks' moods were the exact opposite of how a precise, removed, and collected doctor should be. He certainly was no Dr. Walter Bishop circa the Cortexiphan trials. He resembled the present Walter Bishop much more.
"Olive! When did you get here? The last thing I remember is…" Nick shuddered.
Olivia walked over to him and sat on his bed. "It's alright. You don't have to say anything. They questioned me, too."
"What did you tell them?"
"Not much." She would've told Nick more, but she knew that there were cameras galore in their room. And telepathy seemed too out of reach at the moment. Everything Cortexiphan-related seemed too out of reach. She needed a gun. A gun was reliable. A gun would get them out of here, not powers that she was still struggling to control.
Which was odd, too. She remembered the true timeline. She remembered her time on the Other Side crossing over multiple times. She remembered it all… yet it did nothing to help her. She felt helpless, right back at square one when she had to face the light test for the first time.
Luckily for her, these doctors weren't like David Robert Jones. This was newer to them than it was for her. Olivia could much more easily fake her way through this SCP Foundation than she ever could with Jones and his agents. But these doctors, she couldn't quite underestimate them. That Dr. Kwon seemed particularly bright. It would be hard to fool him.
Hendricks was another matter entirely. If she pressed the right buttons, he could do wonders for them… or against them. He was a wild card.
"How did you sleep?" Olivia asked. She didn't know what to say. How could you put up a false sense of normalcy when you were in containment cell?
"I don't remember. Which is good." Nick smiled, "Whenever I go to sleep, even if it's a nap, I have bad dreams. When we were little, whenever I saw you… I would forget. And I forgot those dreams I just had. So everything's okay. Everything's safe."
"That's good to hear," Olivia smiled back. "But I'm not sure how safe I can keep you in here, Nick."
"Olive behind y-!"
Olivia woke to find herself in the midst of another hazy fog.
She went into panic mode. Where was she? Where was this? What had just happened? Were all of her organs still in her body? Was her brain still relatively untouched? Had they found the Cortexiphan in her system? Were innocent people safe? Were they all in danger?
She looked down. Good, she was just in bed. She looked over. Good, Nick was just in bed.
"You fell asleep," he stated, monotone and slurring. Nick looked to be in a fog himself. His blue eyes were glazed over, looking at the white walls as if they contained the wonders of the universe [they didn't.] "They said they'll be moving us soon."
"Do you know where?"
"No."
Not good.
At least they would be questioned together. Good; Olivia would do the talking. She knew exactly what to say – nothing. She had given them enough information. If some drastic cosmic event involving David Roberts Jones arose, she would tell them the secrets of the universes. She would tell them about universe-jumping and the existence of parallel worlds. She would tell them the full extent of their powers. She would tell them as much as she consciously could about Dr. Bishop's research, and she would tell them the multiple ways to dig into her subconscious. But then and only then.
Olivia and Nick had been handcuffed together [she didn't know why] and to the respective chairs they were sitting in. Like last session, there was a panel of three doctors before them, and a larger gathering behind those three. Olivia recognized Dr. Kwon and Dr. Hendricks. But then there was a woman, just moving to sit down in between the two of doctors. She was blonde. She had curly hair. She wore red lipstick the color of blood. There was something about her Olivia couldn't quite place.
"This is Dr. Warren," Dr. Kwon motioned to the blonde doctor. "She has also been assigned to this… project."
Dr. Warren… where had Olivia heard that name before? Her mind was still too fuzzy from all of the drugs. It sounded familiar. Her face was familiar. Everything about her was familiar. Just… how did everything add up?
"Dr. Warren," Olivia began. "Did you, perhaps, know Dr. Bishop? Have you worked with him before?" It was worth a try.
"Where did you get that idea?" Dr. Warren tilted her head and gave Olivia an amused smile with her red lips. "No, I've never met Dr. Bishop, or any Dr. Bishop for that matter. I assume you are referring to the same Dr. Bishop who supposedly headed this Cortexiphan research?"
"I am." Olivia knew her face. Dr. Bishop's deceased lab assistant. Olivia remembered seeing a picture of her. She matched perfectly.
But the years… it didn't add up. Dr. Warren had been Dr. Bishop's lab assistant when Peter was a boy – when she was a girl. But the Dr. Warren in front of her looked just as young as she did in the picture, if not younger. What could have caused this discrepancy? How different was this universe from the other two?
Olivia was shaken, confused. Nick seemed to notice this in her, when the doctors could not.
He whispered, "Olive, are you going to be alright?"
"Y-yeah. I'll be fine, Nick."
Nick knew it was a lie, but he didn't say anything, at least not directly. He turned to her and thought, 'I know you have to stay strong for them, Olive, but you can be honest with me.'
Olivia's eyes widened, 'You can talk to me? Telepathically? We can do this?'
'Of course, Olive. We used to do it when we were kids. Can't you remember the times when you would feed me answers for the… oh… right.' He blinked, 'Just tell me what's wrong. What's on your mind?'
'I've seen her face before – back from the universe we come from. In our universe, she was Dr. Bishop's lab assistant. And she died in a fire years ago. Yet here she is and she hasn't aged a day. And she says she's never met Dr. Bishop. It just doesn't make sense.'
'You'll figure it out, Olive. Wait I think they asked us something.'
"SCP-1428-2?"
"Are you referring to me?" Olivia furrowed her brow at them, "You changed our numbers again? What for?"
"New evidence, SCP-1428-2." Dr. Hendricks gave her the smuggest of smiles – so much for being emotionally removed from a project. "Your information dealing with SCP-1428, or Cortexiphan, proved most valuable."
"And we'd like to hear more about it," Dr. Kwon leaned in.
Olivia still couldn't peg Dr. Kwon. He seemed so young, so pure, and yet something lurked underneath him, but what? He seemed much more eager to be involved in this project. And not for petty ego-stroking or even for vengeance, which is what she got from Dr. Hendricks, or just to be the observer and the assistant carefully navigating through the shadows, like Dr. Warren, but for something else. What was he after? Pure science? Or something more? Did he want to grasp the brilliance Bell and Walter had been working on in their experimental prime? Did he want to unlock the secrets of the world? Or did he just want control? She trusted this Kwon the least. His gentler demeanor was quite fooling.
"Even if I knew how to make it, I wouldn't tell you." Olivia refused to be anything less than calm. "But it is makeable. It didn't just fall from the sky."
"Fine. I'll play along. We'll move on to something else." Dr. Kwon got out a document from a grey folder with that same SCP logo plastered everywhere on the walls. "One of our agents sent to collect the both of you noted that you were looking for something. And that you found… someone. And that someone upset SCP-1428-1 over there." Dr. Kwon turned to Nick, which made Olivia very uneasy, "Would you mind sharing what you saw, SCP-1428-1? What exactly triggered the event?"
Nick gave them a smile, 'I got this, Olive. Don't worry.'
'Are you sure?'
'Positive.'
Nick didn't talk for two minutes or so, but finally he revealed, "I was depressed."
Olivia bit her lip; she hoped to hell that Nick was in control. And deep down, even though she wanted to believe in him – because he NEEDED her to believe in him – she didn't.
"That's it?" Dr. Kwon didn't seem to be buying it. Olivia swallowed harshly; this man was no fool. "That's all? Mere depression? According to this file you saw someone – or something – that looked like you. Was it a clone? Was it an anomaly? Tell us, SCP-1428-1; we can help you."
The word 'help' jolted Nick, caught him off guard. He looked at Dr. Kwon with wavering blue eyes – blue eyes searching for a way out, for escape, for a cure to his disease.
Olivia saw this. "Don't listen to him, Nick." Olivia turned to him and shook her head. 'We can't trust these people. Dr. Kwon may look like a trustable man, but he's not. He's lying. He can't help you. He wants to HURT you, Nick. He doesn't care about helping you. All he wants is control. He wants to control you, control me, and control the Cortexiphan inside us. Trust me. Trust Olive.'
"Let SCP-1428-1 talk, SCP-1428-2," Dr. Kwon leaned back, eyes narrowing. "I won't hurt you, Nick."
"Nick don't you dare listen to him," Olivia's head jerked back and forth from Dr. Kwon, to the guards, to Nick. "Don't listen to a word that bastard says. Listen to ME. Listen to ME when I'm telling you that he doesn't care. We're only alive because we're useful to them. Otherwise, they would've disposed of us just like they do the prisoners they employ."
Nick turned to her with helpless, tortured blue eyes. If their hands were free, he would have held hers. He would have held hers and never let go.
He was jealous of how calm she was. There wasn't a bead of sweat on her smooth face, but Nick was sticky all over. He was red in the face. He was panicked. His heart rate was accelerating with every additional second he stayed in the room. And he was shaking. Just every cell in his body was shaking in fear of what these people wanted from him, from Olivia, from the both of them. He wanted to be as strong as her, but he just couldn't. He just wasn't capable of her strength. And as much as he wanted to be inspired by her strength, as much as he wanted to even mimic her strength to make the pain stop, he couldn't. And the demons in his head were laughing at him. The voice in his head kept repeating how worthless and weak he was. How even the doctors had made a mistake bringing him in.
'You're powerless. They don't even want you. They just want Olivia. You're nothing to them. You're just a liability. You're something to hold for ransom. Olivia will do anything to keep you alive and they'll use that to their advantage. You're nothing but a mistake – a mistake that should've been taken care of a long time ago. Worthless little Nick and his pathetic little tears. Tell her how scared you are, Nick. Let them know how weak you really are. Let her know how weak you really are.'
"I'm scared, Olive," Nick said – through a doctor in the back. Dr. Montgomery from before. "I can't take it anymore. I'm not strong like you. I can't do this. Don't let them get to me. Don't let them take me."
"We're together, Nick. I'll protect you. I'll keep you safe. But you have to help me, Nick. You have to stay calm. You can't panic. You can't panic like you did before. Can you keep everything under control?" Olivia's voice was hushed, but she suspected they could still hear her. It was a risk she had to take; she couldn't risk losing Nick to himself. "Can you hear me, Nick?"
"I hear you, Olive," Nick – the real Nick – whispered and nodded. "I'll try."
Dr. Kwon stood up, abruptly, loudly. "Sever the bond."
No.
"Are you sure that's the best course of action, Dr. Kwon?" Dr. Hendricks seemed adamantly against the idea. "If SCP-1428-2 is the only thing keeping an empathic event from occurring, by all means, keep their bond connected."
"If this bond is preventing me from gathering more data, I say sever it." Dr. Kwon pointed to Olivia, accusingly, "SCP-1428-2's influence on SCP-1428-1 is dictating the idle pace of this process. By severing this bond, SCP-1428-1 will be more open to questioning and SCP-1428-2 may be open to…" Dr. Kwon's eyes narrowed again, "Cooperating." He then turned to Dr. Hendricks and icily hissed, "Your fear, Dr. Hendricks, is another thing preventing me from continuing. You can't let another episode with a SCP cloud your judgment."
It was Dr. Hendricks' turn to stand up. He nearly overturned the table he was sitting behind in fury, "How DARE you even-"
"Gentlemen, this is no time for another one of your power struggles." It was the apathetic female voice from before. "Let us focus on the delicate matters at hand."
"Dr. Kwon, if you so believe that severing this bond will give you more information, you have the permission from O5 Command." This was another voice. Olivia didn't recognize it. "HOWEVER, if any SCP becomes too unstable, we will order an immediate reunion of the two SCPs. You will be held accountable for anything that transpires, Dr. Kwon; this judgment better be more than a hunch. As for you, Dr. Hendricks, you will see to the data collection from SCP-1428-1. Dr. Kwon will remain here with SCP-1428-2."
Before Olivia could even breathe, Nick was snatched away from her, screaming, "OLIVE! HELP ME! DON'T LET THEM TAKE ME!"
Olivia thrashed in her restraints, kicking, screaming, "You can't do this! You don't know what you're doing! You-"
Dr. Kwon injected a vial of the funny orange liquid into her arm. "SCP-1428-2, I believe I know what I am doing, but thank you for your assessment." He pushed one of her blonde strands of hair behind her ear, "I would rather not Hendricks have any jurisdiction here, but at least I still have you."
It hadn't taken effect yet. Olivia was still under her own power. It was a struggle, [she kept gasping and panting laboriously] but she could still speak. And she was still livid. "Where have the rest of the doctors gone?" The only remaining people in the room were Dr. Kwon, Dr. Warren, and the two guards still stationed in the room with probably more outside.
"To supervise Dr. Hendricks, no doubt. His reputation isn't what is used to be." Dr. Kwon pulled his chair right beside Olivia. "Don't struggle with those handcuffs, 1428-2; you'll feel relaxed soon enough."
"I refuse." Olivia could have spat at him, if she felt it would've made a difference.
"Why so much defiance, SCP-1428-2? Who are you protecting? What are you protecting?"
"The research should have never started in the first place." Olivia wasn't sure if their so-called "truth serum" had taken effect, or if she sincerely wanted to reason with this man. But she proceeded, against all better judgment. "We were children – or we should've been children. They took our childhood away from us and any chance of having a normal life. I'm not normal and I'll never be normal. And I don't want this to happen to anyone else. No one deserves this life." Olivia pierced the doctor eyes with hers, "I don't care what you'll do to me. I'll never cooperate with you. Use all the truth serum you want. Hook me up to any number of machines, I don't care; I REFUSE to help you. I refuse to turn other children – other people – into mistakes like me and Nick." Olivia shook her head, trying to fight down the urge to shed tears. This man didn't deserve to see her tears, nor did she want to show him any sign of weakness, of submission. "Nick especially. He's haunted. He's tortured. He remembers everything because he didn't choose to forget. I forgot – to protect myself. But he's vulnerable to his memories. I don't exactly KNOW what they did to us; I can only use my imagination. But for Nick… it's all too real. And he can never escape it. And I don't want you to hurt him. And I don't want him to hurt anyone else. One false move from that Dr. Hendricks and every last one of us is dead."
Dr. Kwon took time to ponder Olivia's words. His face softened as he turned them over in his mind.
But then he looked right back at Dr. Warren, who nodded back at him.
"Plug her in."
Olivia regretted the plea that had been in vain. The only thing it had accomplished was interesting Kwon further. But she didn't have time to fixate on her blunder. Right now… anything was possible. She was at the mercy of Dr. Kwon and his quest for knowledge. And her mind was at the mercy of whatever the fuck he had injected into her.
Dr. Warren had just finished applying the electrodes to her temples. This all seemed very Walter-ian – as if she was back in the lab and they were trying to solve a case. If she ever got out of this, she would take every single case Broyles threw at her – no exceptions. She wouldn't take a vacation for the rest of her life. Thinking about even the paperwork brought a heavenly chorus into her mind.
"You think you've endured pain, SCP-1428-2?" Dr. Kwon was near a switchboard. She couldn't make out the buttons or knobs. Her vision was blurry. Her pulse and her breathing were rapid. "If you cooperate, you won't have to."
Olivia tested the waters. "And if I don't?"
"You're going to wish you did. Dr. Warren, are we ready for a test run? Alright." Dr. Kwon pushed a button and instantly energy surged through Olivia's body, starting from her head and rushing down to the nail beds of her toes. It wasn't excruciating, but it wasn't pleasant. She wasn't sure how many of those she would be able to endure.
"I want you to tell me about the drug trials. Anything. The first thing that pops into your head."
"I told you everything I know already," Olivia snarled, struggling against the restraints against her wrists, the three binding her to the bed across her midsection, and the two binding her legs. "Let me go. There's nothing else I can tell you."
"Can tell or will tell? It's still there, SCP-1428-2. All you need is a little incentive."
It was a much stronger dose than the one he had given her before. She grimaced, clenching and unclenching the muscles in her back as the energy surged through her again. The hair on her arms stood up. A blood vessel against her temple began to pound and ache.
"Try again," Dr. Kwon ordered. The kindness in his voice was beginning to dissipate. Olivia actually liked this better; she knew it all had been a façade.
"No."
Olivia resolved that she would not scream for as long as possible. She would hold out. She would be stronger than this Dr. Kwon. She would win this battle and then she would win the war. This man was no David Robert Jones, no William Bell; he was still young and inexperienced. She would best him. Her will would be stronger than his.
"I'm warning you, SCP-1428-2." Dr. Kwon's nasally voice was lower now. His dark brown hair looked especially ruffled. "I'm naturally a very calm, collected man. I would rather not resort to the extremes."
"I thought this was already the extreme?" Olivia forced a laugh. How far could this man be pushed? What would he do? If she was so valuable to him, he had to stop at some point. If Cortexiphan was so vital, he would HAVE to stop at some point. Or would he?
He shocked her again. This was the highest setting yet, forcing Olivia to grunt audibly in pain. But it was just a mere grunt, not a shriek.
"How about now?"
No. No it was still too early to crack now.
Olivia didn't say anything.
"SCP-1428-2?" It was Dr. Warren speaking. "Is it conscious? Dr. Kwon we can't afford to-"
"She's just playing possum. But at this point, I doubt we'll get anything out of her." Olivia heard a crash. "They can take her back."
Olivia was alone in their cell. Nick hadn't returned yet. This was troubling. But the fact that she couldn't sense him or connect with him was even more so.
Those questions had her mind spinning. What HAD her childhood been like? Apart from the abusive stepfather and the constant moving, what else?
She honestly didn't remember much. No dreams, no vivid hallucinations, not even a glimpse when she went into the isolation tank. But then again Olivia had put her body and mind on the line only for John Scott or to cross universes, never to go into her childhood.
And she didn't want to. She didn't want to see what she needed to repress.
Because she was afraid her memories would be much like this. Unethical "tests." The test site may have functioned as a daycare, but it was still a test site. But had the drug trials been as bad as this? Had Dr. Bishop and William Bell ever electrocuted children? Had they been hooked up to machines and forced to react to certain stimuli? Maybe not.
Here she felt like an animal – no even worse than that. They certainly didn't think she was human. She was a "humanoid," never referred to by name, only by number. And not even by a singular number; she was a series of numbers. She was one of many. She was an anomaly amongst countless other anomalies that had to be solved, shielded, and suppressed. Even Bell and Walter had called her Olive. Even Walter and Bell had at least cared about them – saw the humanity in them.
But Bishop and Bell were fighting a losing battle. To the best of Olivia's knowledge, this SCP Foundation had never experimented on children. To the best of Olivia's knowledge, this Foundation had never given children substances unknowingly or unwillingly. To the best of Olivia's knowledge, this change was irreversible; it would last until they all took their last dying breaths.
Forming Cortexichildren was the polar opposite of what the "ethical" solution should be. Dr. Walter Bishop and Dr. William Bell were directly responsible for her "containment."