SCP: Find Us Alive - 03: Faulty Wiring

Episode Date: December 6, 2019

Employee relations are hanging by a thread. And according to periodic lapses in lighting, so are parts of the electrical system. This episode was written by Anna Maguire and features the voices of Ian "Zynd" Charles (Harley), Jackson McMurray (Lancaster), Taschia Ritter (Klein) and Tabi Bardall (Agent Love). Original theme written by Jackson McMurray. Follow us on Twitter @Site107 for updates, info, art and more. CONTENT WARNINGS: violence, discussions of death, mental illness, blood. Word of mouth is the best advertising, so be sure to share with your friends if you like the show! This podcast and all content relating to the SCP Foundation are released under a Creative Commons Sharealike 3.0 license. Advertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

Personal log, Agent Nari Love, clearance level two. I am taking this log to know down exactly just how much I hate this fucking place. I've been in here way too long. I'm sick of being stuck in here with these nerds and their bureaucratic bullshit. I'm done. It's only a matter of time before I go completely apeshit and kill everybody in here. It always smells weird. and the entire fucking records department

doesn't take showers, and this isn't in my fucking job description. How much longer is it going to take them to figure this out? I'm done. I'm don't... I'm... I don't want to be here anymore. I'm not even supposed to be here to begin with. Just a couple hours.

Just enough for Shao to talk to Carson, and then we're out. Just long enough that the ethics committee can get their rocks off on how much best. better they are than everybody else. Well, how much better are you now, Dr. Schau? You're just as fucked as the rest of us. What good does your clearance level four do for you now?

I... I want to go home. I want to go home. Come in, Overwatch Command. This is Site 107. Over. Have you ever listened to Black Box recordings from planes? When I was a kid, I had sort of a morbid fascination with them.

There's always something intriguing about the last thing a person says before they die. For some people, the last thing they say is the most important thing. People give last words more weight than ordinary words. That's why airplanes have black boxes, because their last words might make things safer in the future. Sometimes the last thing someone says isn't meant to be their own. last words at all. Your last words could be thanking the barista before you walk out the door and get run over by a bus. You never know. I'm the black box of this airplane. I'm not too confident that we'll

survive this, but we're recording at all. So, if you reach us long after we're all gone, you'll at least have my voice telling you everything that went wrong on our aircraft. And maybe how to fix it next time. The containment department has been given broad jurisdiction for new on-site rules for all personnel, following our revelation that dash-1s may or may not have the ability to appear possibly anywhere. New rules as follows. All site 107 personnel have been temporarily promoted to clearance level 6320-2 on top of

their original foundation clearance level. Dr. Klein briefed the entire site on the appearance. appearance and nature of SCP-6320 and instructed to report and break any and all forming SCP-6320-1 instances before they can be completed. Containment and security are now monitoring all existing water or environmental stains for anomalous activity, via both daily sweeps of the facility and remotely through the surveillance office. Security will also be conducting sweeps of private areas to check for particulate matter that could potentially read a new dash one. All personnel are advised to pay close attention to their surroundings and keep a constant eye out for

any unusual movement. So, yeah, I'm a little on edge. Aren't we all? I have to say, I miss being able to lock my door. I'm not completely against the sweeps. They have to do what they have to do, and we all have to make sacrifices, but it's weird. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing to hide, really, and security are all as sweet as ever. I'm just tired.

Most of us haven't even seen a dash one yet. I haven't. I mean, technically I have, but that was through a camera. Lancaster says he saw one in the pepper he was using on his scrambled eggs, but I can't verify. the truth in that. It's hard to tell if you're seeing one, or if you're just being paranoid. Dr. Lancaster and the rest of the psychology department are concerned about this as well. Apparently, there have been multiple reports of dash one related nightmares.

Then again, not many of us are neurotypical, so this isn't all that surprising. Nevertheless, I have my eyes peeled. I'm not stupid. I know how dangerous in my own. anomalies can be. Even if the protocol seems silly or overbearing to me, containment is good at their jobs. They're intimidating, sure, but... I trust them. Unlike botany, those barley-stealing plant... Hey, Harley.

Oh, hi, Lancaster. What's... So there's a fight happening. What? There's a fist fight happening, like a couple halls down. Who? Um, I don't know. Some of the outside field agents, I think. Love? Maybe?

Attention, Site 107. I know you've all heard about... What happened today? I know you've all been talking about it. News travels so fast, it's like a damn high school in here. On behalf of upper management, I would like you all to chill the fuck out. Excuse me, that wasn't very professional. I strongly advise that all personnel take a moment to collect.

themselves until such a time as they can return to their duties for the good of humanity and the foundation. No, okay, that's nothing. Um, please, chill everybody, please calm down. Um, this absolutely blows, don't get me wrong, but we can't be out here beating the shit out of each other in the hallways. We have to work together as much as we can, or we're all going to fucking die, yeah? So just, if you need to blow off some steam, Do it in the rec room, not on your coworkers, all right? Also, I'm putting those involved in the altercation on probation. Please report to my office for details, you too.

I don't care if you don't technically work here. Klein out. They're not letting me use salt. That's what probation means here. It means they won't let me put spices on my food. on my fucking ration ass food Klein told me if I do it again they're going to switch me to nutrient paste for a week

It's not actually a bad punishment idea They can't really do much else without risking my health and safety And they can't fire me, but This sucks This sucks I don't even remember what I punched him over Some dumb shit, he said, I don't know I just

I remember that stupid smug look on that asshole's face. Engineering, I think it was. They're all the same. Everybody here thinks they're better than you just because they belong to a department. Assholes. They'll have to put me on a mobile task force if I make it out, right? Ordinary field agents don't survive stuff like this every day.

Hell, they're just like cannon fodder half the time. but if I can make it out of here alive without killing anyone they'll put me on an MTF for sure it's gonna be hard not to kill anyone I found one Overwatch command A-1

There was a little bit of blood on the floor And I could see it starting to make one The floors are all perfectly level Except the ramp hall In the AE1 wing so there's no reason any liquid would have to be flowing in any direction, let alone a few of them. I wiped it up. We're almost out of paper towels, though, so I used a napkin I found in my desk drawer.

No more dash one. The blood was from the fight. Agent Love apparently punched Robinson from engineering. By the time I got there, they were both... Well, it was surprising, really. Robinson held his own pretty well against that extremely tiny woman. One time, when I was a kid, I saw my cousin get attacked by a raccoon that was hiding under his porch. Watching Agent Love kick the shit out of Robinson from engineering was like watching that raccoon kick the shit out of my cousin.

No doubt, Lancaster is going to have the psych staff bringing this up in everybody's session. I'm glad he's not my therapist, or he'd probably get on me for those pictures I took with my phone. Oh, well, I'm sure we'll all be getting along just fine with... Testing, testing. We're back? Yeah, it looks like I'm on again. Hello! The power is out.

It's only in part of the hallway, though. I checked outside my door. It doesn't go too far. I have a feeling this might be a wiring issue, not a dash one. Dash 1s, as far as we have observed, affect the entire site, not just a piece of it. Currently, I'm transmitting using the standard-issue hand-crank generator. It's my understanding that all radio operators have one? Anyway, if my broadcast sounds strange, that's why.

Not connected to the main power source. I'm also using my phone's flashlight because we have zero windows in this facility, and it is dark as all hell when the lights aren't on. Some halls have emergency floor lights, but my office doesn't need that kind of equipment, so I'm kind of out of luck. It should be up and running again shortly. Engineering and maintenance both have an extraordinary reputation

for fixing these things very quickly. In the meantime, I don't know how long this wait will be, and I don't want this broadcast to take longer than it needs to. Still, I don't like to... Harley, is it dark where you are? Over? Got you too? Over? No, I'm fine, but the next haul down is dark, over. Are you with anybody? Do we know how white it is? Over.

Well, I guess we'll find out. Over. God. The combs are gonna blow up when it comes back on. Over? Yeah, have fun sorting all that out. I'll kill you. I'm not a house plant, but okay. Wow. I mean, I knew you never cared about me, but... Damn.

Yes, our friendship was all a ruse. Et too, Brute. I like that you chose to be Julius Caesar in this hypothetical that you're making up. Thanks, doctor. It's my subconscious urge to get stabbed. Okay, hey, don't say stuff like that. Yeah, all right. On a serious note, though, it would be really bad if the power went out. I know. Aisha from records wouldn't be able to charge your jewel. Stop.

The first thing I think is that a lot of our food would go bad. God, you're right. Would the toilets work? With the toilets work? Would the oxygen machine work? Oh, shit. I don't know about the mechanics of this building to know, really. They did put a lot of new stuff in here when they built it.

Really? Yeah, I think that's why it's shaped so weird. New underground emergency stuff? Testing things for Site 19, maybe. Yeah, something like that. They don't care if it explodes and kills all of us. We don't have any keeters in here, after all. Well, uh...

Oh, we might have a keeter, huh? It's... It's definitely not a Euclid anymore, that's for sure. Hey, Harley, can I talk... To you about something? Sure, what? I've just... I've been noticing some stuff around the site...

Dash 1 stuff? Yeah, well, no? Not really? I don't know. It's hard to explain. It's sort of... Oh, and we're back. Okay, I have to get back to... work. Can we put a pin in this?

Uh, yeah. Yeah. Uh, yeah, sorry. Yeah, we can talk later. Over and out. Over and out. Looks a lot nicer with the lights on. I know that for certain. Oh. I can see Holland again. Holland is the spider living in the corner of my office. He is also my friend.

Lancaster will just have to deal with the fact that he's been usurped by my legy new Companion. Lancaster's trying his best. I hope what happened today was a one-off event and won't become a common occurrence. Two therapists and a team of junior psychologists can't be expected to hold together the mental states of a hundred people. The foundation should really train more psychologists. Maybe I'll take that up with show. Hmm.

The dark. We die in the same. in the dark so you can live in the light. Isn't that what they always say? Well, we work in the dark. I think that's what they want us to say. Something about justifying how many of us die in clandestine underground facilities at the hands of the most atrocious creatures and phenomena on the planet? I remember my orientation. Who doesn't? They give you that big lecture about the statistics on how many Foundation personnel actually make it to retirement age and how many of us get vaporized or possessed or ripped apart or crushed by rubble or shot by enemy agents?

It's a lot. Very, very few Foundation employees live to be very old. It's a miracle they don't run out of us. Although I have heard rumors about clones. I'm not going to die in the dark. That isn't to say I'm not going to die working for the foundation. I mean, it's statistically the most likely outcome. I don't think I'd mind a foundation death.

Better than living to be a hundred, unable to eat or go to the bathroom by yourself. I'd rather die here than rotting in a home somewhere. That's the real dark. If you ask me. But if I'm going to die here, I'd rather die in a blaze of glory. Light that burns twice as bright and all that. But mostly I'm being literal.

Mostly I mean I'm not going to die suffocating it in a power outage that kills our oxygen machine. We've come too far. That can't be how this ends. I won't let it. I'm going to do some digging around, maybe talk to Dr. to Klein about what we can do to coordinate with the other departments to make sure these lapses and electricity stop happening. Hell, maybe I'll even break out the radio backpack.

Nip this thing in the bud before it gets too severe. The relations between departments are getting a little strained. I think we need to bring everybody together before people start fighting in earnest. The last thing we need is for... Episode three was written and produced by Anna McGuire. The voice of Harley is Ian Charles. The voice of Agent Love is Tabby Bardol. The voice of Lancaster is Jackson McMurray.

The voice of Klein is Tasha Ritter. If you like our show and want to support us, follow us on Twitter at Site 107, or email us at find us alive podcast at gmail.com. This podcast, along with all content relating to the SCP Foundation, is released under a Creative Commons share-a-like 3.0 license. Thank you for listening.