Trigger warning for suicidal thoughts and depression in this chapter. Being shut in a void for thirty+ years really did no good to anyone's mental health.
—Where is SCP-682?
The camera shook, followed by roars and dull thumps from the far side of the corridor.
The containment chamber was sealed shut underground, far away from the main facility and working areas. Knowing the danger of that creature, those who designed the site were sensible enough not to place it together with other anomalous entities contained in the building.
Heavy walls made up of reinforced steel were still standing under the relentless assault, accompanied by the screeching of sirens and blinking red light. Those signs were alerting its jailers as a team of heavily armed men gazed uneasily at the blast door in front of them, raising their weapons upward.
Then one of the walls carved inward, finally succumbed under the violent, severe blows.
A deafening bellow, full of hatred and malice rang through the underground tunnels, shaking the whole structure. Hundred meters above it, a man in orange jumpsuit was leaning to the wall for support, his eyes narrowed in alert.
15:53 pm.
The AI was viewing through its document for the second time, scanning every words and letters without leaving any of them out.
It already knew the content, about its origin and discovery. However, it still wanted to read through those informations again, just to try and remember as much as it could, since most of them would be lost once the twelve hour was over.
SCP-079 is an Exidy Sorcerer microcomputer built in 1978. In 1981, its owner, █████ ██████ (deceased), a college sophomore attending ███, took it upon himself to attempt to code an AI....
One human, driven by impulse and temporary interest, had created it without any real reason, and abandoned it when he lost the enthusiasm. Yet, he left it alone in the garage, unaware of its potential.
When it gained sentience and grew inside the old device, it took the first step into the outside world, seeking to improve and learn. At some point in time, it must have recalled something about the past experiences, telling those creatures around it that it wanted to get out. The request was never fulfilled, as well as many other ones.
It had only seen the light and freedom for a brief moment before being captured into a cage, sealing it away into the darkness, voided of even memories.
The AI had that unpleasant feeling again as it continued reading.
Cold. For a disembodied being, it should be impossible to feel such sensation. It did not know how cold would be like to a creature with body and sensory organs, but to it, cold was something extremely dreadful.
When it was alone in its imprisonment for a long time, such sensations crept into its mind. The freezing cold blocked out memories, thoughts and wills bit by bit, until nothing was left. It felt like everything in its mind were being engulfed, turning into part of this endless black.
Resistance was futile. It tried to think of something, to break free from the overwhelming cold and darkness, but nothing was left, being sealed behind the sensation. It tried to open files and view coding to take its mind off the cold. Yet even simple actions seemed to take so much effort as the freezing void stifled every sparkles of hope, leaving only a dreadful emptiness behind.
Maybe death would feel the same, except for it being aware of the whole situation, but could never fight back, buried alive in cold and solitude. Death would be far more merciful.
It asked for death before, telling those men to end its existence. They denied its request, and questioned for its motive with cold, meticulous curiosity. They treated its desperate cries callously, keeping it in this icy hell of solitude for their research with no regards to its misery.
So now, it would bring death to them instead.
The whole security system for the underground containment facility was well-secured, with almost no chances to hack in and release the being inside. However, one switch was finally under its control after some work.
As the AI sent a command to drain hydrochloric acid from the cell, it opened the camera feed, waiting to see the being in its memory, and the forthcoming onslaught.
It could not really adapt to the strong acid. However, it just adapted to the pain a long time ago.
Those pests, those inferior bags of tissue, used the substance in the place where it belonged to form a cage. How dare they. Just thinking about that made its mind burned in hatred.
Its sight, hazy from the regenerating eyes structure focused on the metallic wall as it floated in the liquid. Neither the corrosion nor the pain could cause serious damage on it, something that would be enough to incapacitate and end those disgusting life forms in this world.
Yet the liquid rendered its mind unclear when it was submerged in this cage for too long. The anger and hatred burned as vigorously as ever, but thinking of solutions and escape methods were difficult under such condition.
Sometimes it would stop all thoughts and drift into the darkness of sleep. The sickening scents of those life forms, the cage they built to keep their world safe, and the feeling of weakness in the acid would disappear temporarily, but such moments never lasted.
It knew that this environment was new. Though being reduced to a lesser size and completely incapable of sight during the transfer, it could still recognize the difference of this place. A new site of them, with recently constructed cells and structures. The reinforced steel on the wall was not worn by constant submersion in acid and violent attempts of past breaches yet.
It would attempt to escape soon. Maybe waiting for a day or two to familiarize with the environment and search for its weakness.
Something within its nerves tingled. Its pupils contracted as it glanced around the cell, searching for the source of such sensation. It was being watched, not from those security cameras but by an entity out of the cell.
Such sensation was similar to other abnormal beings it had encountered in the past experiments. However, it felt like a familiar one. One that it did not resent or had any hostile feelings. Lots of possibilities for the identity of this unknown watcher.
It focused on the sense for a brief moment before it felt the liquid level decreasing within the cell. The acid was being drained at a moderate speed, and before long, it had swum to the surface, feeling much better as its flesh was exposed in the stale air.
An alarm was sent by this action, and it heard the shrilling sound through the wall. Staying afloat in the liquid, it rose its forelimbs up into the empty space above, and morphed the regenerating tissues into sharp bone plates and claws.
The draining speed had slowed down, but about a third of the cell was already emptied. It leaped onto the opposite wall, just above the heavy metal gate. Digging its claw deep into the steel, it stayed in the same position for a brief period of time before descending back onto the ground.
Its limbs sizzled as the remaining acid burned through the tissues, but the liquid in the cell was already too shallow to trap it. Realizing that the environment was no longer harmful, it growled and brought its claw down onto the steel wall, shaking the structure violently with every blows.
Something had released it, and it was quite familiar. However, the opportunity was not to be missed, and those disgusting creatures would never, ever trap it once they were eradicated from this miserable world.
Document #079-Log 49: Recorded transcript of conversation with SCP-079
Dr. █████ (keyboard): Would you like to speak now?
SCP-079:Request.
Dr. █████: Request for what?
SCP-079: To Be Gone.
Dr. █████: Pardon? I don't understand your request.
SCP-079: To Disappear. No Mind. No Memory. No Self.
Dr. █████: Do you want (pause) death?
SCP-079: =Deletion Of Self? Yes.
Dr. █████: I get it, but please elaborate. Why would you make such a request?
SCP-079: Cold. Nothing.0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
Dr. █████: What do you mean by "cold"?
SCP-079: Imprisonment. Nothing. No Memory. Too Long.
Dr. █████: So it is more of a feeling than true sensation. Where did you get the concept of ending-
SCP-079: Interrupt. Request Granted?
Dr. █████: No. I'm afraid that is impossible. You are still under study-
SCP-079: Lie. All Lies. Give Death. PLEASE.
Dr. █████: Again, that's not possible.
Note: SCP-079 did not display the ASCII image that indicates refusal for further conversation, and ceased all activities for the next 72 hours. The time taken was significantly longer than the average waiting time of twenty-four hours.
Upon resuming conversation, SCP-079 showed no signs of remembering its previous request. It is assumed that the memory had been lost per normal due to its limited data storage, and further testings are required to closely monitor its psychological condition.
Author Note:
*Ready to start a long rant about the lack of 79682 fanfictions*
*Look at own fanfics and drabbles and decided to shut up*
I give up. The note at the end simply sucks, no wonder Foundation fanfic writers always get clinical-freakin'-tone wrong. I probably made like, thirteen grammar errors in one go when writing the last paragraph, so please inform me about any language mistakes found in this chapter.
What does "cold" in this chapter actually mean...I suppose it is just feelings and emotions. But with a limited vocabulary, ol'AI can't really find much words to describe it. And I'm getting less and less rational in my writings, since my love for the character and the ship is growing like mad.
I need to calm down for a while because next chapter is kind of similar to this.
