Chapter 297

"The next investigation link will no longer be your responsibility; I will send an expert over."

The researcher nodded expressionlessly, said nothing, turned around, and left quickly.

The Director took the desk phone, pressed a few buttons, and immediately let his leather shoes fall to the ground, and instead of facing the door, he even put away the arrogance just now, with a smile on his face.

"...... Hello, respected O5 Councilor, this is the Site-17 Director."

"...... I apply to activate a new Agent Robert."

"...... The activated Agent Robert died accidentally while investigating the Hume index anomaly area. For this reason, I request approval to use Mobile Task Force Delta-17."

By the time he hung up the phone, the hand holding the receiver couldn't stop trembling.

The Director tremblingly took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The screen switched to a Foundation facility located underground.

From a visual perspective, the scene here was somewhat similar to the site managed by Dr. Bright on Jarilo-VI.

Silver tank culture pods were arranged in rows, and several researchers in white lab coats recorded the readings on the outside of the culture pods and checked the conditions inside.

In the turbid yellow liquid, bubbles rolled from bottom to top from time to time, disturbing the torso of the person sleeping inside.

Sleeping here were individuals with similar faces, all of whom were young Roberts.

At this time, there was movement from the passage outside the room, and soon, footsteps approached the isolation door.

"O5 directive, activate a new Robert entity, prepare the memory injection program."

Appearing in front of the researcher was an expressionless man with a receding hairline, Dr. Gears.

The machines here can be considered a youthful, simplified, and downgraded version of "SCP-2000", but as long as it can ensure that the Foundation's excellent talents will not die completely due to accidents, it has sufficient value, regardless of whether it is simple or not.

"As you command, Doctor."

After receiving the order, the researchers changed their previous relaxed state and immediately became busy:

Someone opened the drain valve, drained the liquid inside the culture pod, and lifted out the Robert clone;

Someone adjusted the memory injection machine and checked Robert's memory backup to ensure nothing went wrong......

Dr. Gears watched all this and pushed his glasses calmly.

And in another place, a team of people was assembling.

In front of the convoy composed of armored vehicles, the task force members wearing uniform combat uniforms and fully armed were arranged neatly.

Several members were moving instruments.

Scranton Reality Anchor, a sharp weapon specifically for dealing with reality benders.

"Wow, this development......"

"Agent Robert...... is actually a clone too?"

"I have to sigh, sometimes we really can't use too high moral standards to demand the Foundation. Perhaps for the Foundation, as long as they don't betray humanity and try to destroy the world, it's fine."

"Suddenly discovered that the Foundation is not only ruthless to containment objects, but also ruthless to its own people, and even more ruthless to its own civilization. They restart when they say restart, and clone when they say clone, without any moral pressure."

"So, the fact that the Foundation can become the behemoth it is today is inextricably linked to the fact that the Foundation's high-level management doesn't act like humans."

"If 'Immortality' could be mass-produced, I'm afraid the Foundation could issue one to every outstanding employee, letting everyone become an 'immortal' existence, and then work for the Foundation forever."

In silent sleep, the bright moon outside the window slanted west, gradually sinking toward the horizon, while light appeared in the east again, covering the whole world with a glimmer.

Outside the window, early birds "chirped", accompanied by the sound of wings flapping against the air.

"Another beautiful day...... looks like nothing happened."

Yoshikage Kira woke up on time, looked at the quiet small town, and smiled slightly.

He had envisioned many bad consequences, but now it seemed like worrying about nothing.

No mysterious person in a black suit came to visit, and no police car with sirens blaring surrounded his residence.

Everything seemed to indicate that the uninvited guest who appeared in his home yesterday was just an uninvited guest.

Perhaps it was some unlucky salesman, who knows.

Yoshikage Kira was in a good mood.

He rolled out of bed, stepped on slippers, came to the window, opened the window, and prepared to welcome the morning sun of a new day.

Just as he supported the edge of the windowsill with both hands and leaned out to look left and right.

The first thing that reflected in his blue eyes was not green branches or delicate flowers.

But soldiers tightly attached to the wall, wrapped tightly, fully armed, with only pairs of glasses exposed outside.

"．〃 Uh...... hello?"

Yoshikage Kira extended his thumb and pressed it, but nothing changed.

Yoshikage Kira: "?"

Delta-17: "?"

Yoshikage Kira repeated this action several times, but that magical power seemed to have left him.

Just then, he felt a heavy palm rest on his shoulder and pat it.

He looked up subconsciously, but what he saw was an infinitely magnified fist.

"Bang!"

"Scranton Reality Anchor, kid."

In his hazy consciousness, Yoshikage Kira seemed to hear the mysterious person say this:

"Target preliminary control completed, being escorted to Site-17 as planned."

"Class-A amnestics, hurry up."

That voice was somewhat similar, just like the gentleman he killed yesterday.

"I have nothing to say."

"Just a 6."

"Target preliminary control, referring to physical."

"A bit embarrassing, Yoshikage Kira, as a reality bender, a future Supreme Divinity, he was flattened by a punch, without even any decent resistance. As a sports student, I wouldn't have anything happen if I got hit in the face."

"Stop joking, the force of that punch was not small; a concussion is the least, and if it were more ruthless, it would shatter bones directly, no problem."

"Suddenly feel Yoshikage Kira is a bit pitiful...... a reality bender who cannot bend reality, isn't that just an ordinary person......"

"It was originally a suspense film, but suddenly it went toward a comedy film......"

Subsequently, what appeared on the screen was a bus.

The bus drove slowly, and the body of the bus swayed from time to time.

After his head and the car window had intimate contact several times, Yoshikage Kira squeezed his eyes and finally woke up.

He rubbed his head, yawned, and looked at the fully armed task force members around him.

They were sitting quietly on the seats, their bodies swaying with the bus, just like a group of real passengers.

And sitting in the driver's seat was the Foundation Level 4 agent, Robert.

Yoshikage Kira had no special performance, no panic, and no escape, seemingly completely unaware of the strangeness of the people around him.

This scene was harmonious and eerie.

Subsequently, a new file appeared.

【Event-1915-B (Wang Wang Hao)】

【Date: 2█ Year █ Month █ Day】

【Location: █】

【Description: At the time of his initial recovery, "SCP-1915" was escorted to Site-17 by Mobile Task Force Delta-17.】

【During the escort, "SCP-1915" turned the task force's armored vehicle into Bus No. █—the public transportation "SCP-1915" used when going to work. "SCP-1915" seemed convinced that the task force personnel were other passengers on the bus. Agent █ was the driver of the armored vehicle at the time; he briefly believed he was a bus driver and returned to the bus's normal route.】

【Other task force members persuaded the agent with words and invalidated the effect; "SCP-1915" was safely delivered to Site-17 on the bus.】

【Event-1915-B】

【Date: 2█ Year █ Month █ Day】

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

【Description: Upon reaching the containment room selected for him, "SCP-1915" changed it into a perfect replica of his villa.】

【Electronic equipment still works despite no power supply, and the toilet still has running water and sewers. When the individual is removed from the changed containment room, the object loses its anomalous properties. "SCP-1915" believes the security personnel and researchers escorting him are neighbors and public service personnel.】