Chapter 173

【Event-1915-C】

【Date: 2█ Year █ Month █ Day Ling】

【Location: Site-17 Humanoid Containment Area, Containment Room 257, Maintenance Tool Storage Room】

【Description: The day after containment, "SCP-1915" left its containment room (although the door was locked) and entered a nearby maintenance tool storage room.】

【The arriving security personnel found the storage room changed to approach "SCP-1915's" workshop at █, including a working telephone and network connection. When facing security personnel, "SCP-1915" apologized for "working overtime to complete the budget report," indicating that it needed additional income.】

"Hiss... feels wrong; are this Yoshikage Kira and the Yoshikage Kira who killed Robert really the same person?"

"Not right, very even nine points not right... the current Yoshikage Kira is like a shy big boy, even with some social phobia... completely two extremes from the Yoshikage Kira who spoke little if he could act at the beginning."

"Schizophrenia?"

"Feels very possible; otherwise, it cannot be explained. If it were just memory erasure, Yoshikage Kira would at most just not recognize Robert and not be able to figure out what happened; he wouldn't change his personal vigilance toward the surrounding environment."

"This is a new problem: is the reality bender's ability bound to consciousness or to the body?"

"This is a brand new field that can be used as a research topic."

"..."

In the picture, time passed second by second.

The clock hanging on the white wall turned 14 times.

Within these seven days, Yoshikage Kira seemed to have discovered no anomalies, treating the Foundation's containment facility as the normal world.

He maintained the same life routine as before, maintaining the status quo, without the slightest change.

Making the audience more convinced that Yoshikage Kira might have more than one personality.

Otherwise, for the Yoshikage Kira who gave him a "thumbs-up" without any hesitation the moment he saw Robert.

He would definitely have eliminated the special task force escorting him and turned the entire Site-17 upside down.

"Astral Express," observation car.

The stars outside the window were dotted, and Jarilo-VI was full of vitality.

Inside the car, soft light was cast from the ceiling, and the red leather of the sofa and the smooth floor diffused comfortable light.

"Schizophrenia..."

Welt Yang sat on the sofa, muttering to himself.

He had not seen cases of multiple souls and multiple personalities accommodated in one body.

Past experience told him that once a difference between surface and inner personalities appeared, it would often be accompanied by one personality going offline and another personality taking over.

Power is bound to the soul, not to the flesh.

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This seems to explain clearly why the previous Yoshikage Kira could actively erase Robert, while the later Yoshikage Kira seemed to live in a fantasy dream.

The office walls were painted light gray, the floor was covered with soft carpet, and a desk was placed in the center, with a computer screen, a cup of coffee, and the rest piled with documents and reports.

Yoshikage Kira was sitting there, hands crossed, thumbs pressing his temples, his eyes full of bloodshot, the whole person very tired.

"'SCP-1915,' good afternoon."

A researcher in a white lab coat pushed the door open, sat down beside Yoshikage Kira naturally, and placed his right ankle on his left thigh.

According to the information on the chest badge, he was Dr. A.

Yoshikage Kira turned his head and greeted him half-dead:

"Oh, hello. The 'K' in the name doesn't sound that long; oh right. Are you new here?"

He seemed completely unaware that Dr. A was not his colleague, let alone calling him "Yoshikage Kira."

"'SCP-1915,' do you know where you are?"

"Hmm? Oh, of course, in the office."

"This is not your office." Dr. A emphasized, his body leaning forward slightly.

He looked at Yoshikage Kira, his gaze extremely aggressive and oppressive.

Yoshikage Kira took the initiative to turn his head away, spread his hands, shook them, and said:

"Well, of course this isn't mine. I haven't been promoted yet."

"That's not what I meant... at least I don't think so."

Yoshikage Kira said politely:

"Don't worry, this kind of thing always happens."

"People look at me and say: 'Look at this guy, he should have had his own office long ago; worked for this company for so long, you rarely see someone who can work as enthusiastically as him.'"

"But no, it seems I will spend my whole life in the workshop. So, what is your position?"

Yoshikage Kira looked at this strange colleague, wanting to know his personal information, such as position, seniority, etc.

This would make it easier for him to expand his connections throughout the company.

Reflected in his blue eyes was the figure of a man in an exquisite black suit.

Dr. A thought for a moment: "Uh... assistant accountant... Bernstein's group."

"You work on the third floor, right?"

"Yes, next to the coffee machine."

"Lisa works there, right?"

Lisa?

Dr. A raised his eyebrows, his thinking running fast.

Lisa sounds like a female name, but according to the Foundation's investigation into Yoshikage Kira, there is no such woman.

Could it be his colleague? Or lover?

"Hmm, should be."

Dr. A answered casually.

Yoshikage Kira's voice suddenly had some strange ups and downs, and the connection between words was not natural enough.

"Can you tell her... for example, have time to give me a call?"

Dr. A smiled: "Should be possible?"

What an easy reality bender to fool... Dr. A mocked silently in his heart.

The reality benders contained by the Foundation, no matter how gentle their personalities, were not as easy to fool as the man in front of him.

Once there was any negligence, letting those reality benders go crazy, it could cause quite serious containment breach events.

It's just that their ending was usually only one—being helped to suppress by "SCP-343."

Yoshikage Kira became visibly disappointed:

"Forget it... she won't agree... don't tell her anything... at least this way I can still daydream."

Dr. A glanced at Yoshikage Kira, shook his head imperceptibly, and intended to end the topic here.

"SCP-1915" could unconsciously turn the surrounding environment into the appearance he expected and was familiar with, and could also inadvertently make researchers think they were working.

But he could not actively apply this power to twist other people's will or wantonly play with the entire world.

Among the entire group of reality benders, such individuals also belonged to the minority of the minority.

"Then... okay. Listen, I think the boss is looking for me, so—"

Yoshikage Kira nodded:

"Oh, of course, go ahead."

"Have a good day, you hear? Don't be like a freak next time."

Dr. A smiled, kicked the ground with his soles, let the swivel chair move him toward the door, then stood up from the chair, opened the door, and left the office.

Passing through the long corridor, the site Director had been waiting for a long time not far away.

"How is the assessment of 'SCP-1915'?"

Dr. A glanced at the Director and then said with certainty:

"I want to classify his safety level as Safe."

The implication was that even if this reality bender were left alone in a room, nothing would happen.

No manpower, no material resources needed.

"It's hard to believe this is a reality bender; he has no ambition, cannot actively use power, is immersed in day-to-day work, and doesn't even dare to express love to the woman he likes."

"The only place he can be called a reality bender is that 'status quo' that wraps him and makes him sink into it, a fantasy land that binds him and makes him never wake up."