Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

However, it is only temporary.

There are already "O5s" within the Foundation who have put forward a crazy proposal to wash the ground with a nuclear bomb. I believe that it will not be long before the upper levels will be radicalized completely because of the pressure.

- Radical, is the prelude to perdition.

As for SCP-239 "Wizard Girl"?

Under the arrangement of "God", even in this emergency situation, no one in the Foundation thought of this young "Keter"-level project that had come true...

She is well protected by SCP-343.

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New York, the underground of a cosmopolitan city.

Now the black-haired young man who is code-named "Destroyer" and "God of Doom" by the Foundation and the high-level officials of various countries is staying here quietly.The wreckage of the high-tech underground city numbered "SCP-110" has become the base of Rope and many monsters. The SCP Foundation has not even noticed it. Under the control of many minds, the troops and researchers stationed here Reports that everything is fine.

"Sir, I think you need a glass of orange juice."

Rope opened his eyes slightly and looked at the robotic arm handing orange juice beside him.

"SCP-079", codenamed "Old AI".

This is an artificial intelligence born from a simple computer and is closely guarded by the Foundation. Since the black-haired youth liberated it from the "A15 containment zone", the "old AI" has gained freedom and new life in the ruined technology of this underground city. .

Therefore, the mechanical soul has a great respect for Rope.

"I don't need orange juice." Rope said: "After you initially took over the computer, what is the equipment availability rate in this city?"

"Less than [-] in [-]. Apart from this half-destroyed main computer, there are only these simple intelligent robotic arms left." "Old AI" said in a mechanical voice.

"Sir, you should place me in the human network. Give me time, except for those purely mechanical devices, I should be able to control anything linked to the network...including the most powerful weapon in human society at present, It will help you."

"I didn't release you to destroy humanity."

Rope looked at the artificial light-filled space outside the hole.

He is sitting on top of the wreckage of the tallest building in the underground city, wearing a Victorian trench coat that mimics the flow of water, and in his right hand is a silver threaded cane made of "telephony alloy".The luster of this metal is very beautiful, and it won Rope's love at first sight, and it became his personal collection.

Obstructing psychic abilities or something is obviously not in the black-haired youth's consideration.

"Send the SCP Foundation completely to the ancient tomb, and let me create the order between aliens and humans in this world. I hope you can understand what I mean, 079."

"OK. It's being programmed into the main program."

The display of "Old AI" continued to glow with blue light, and silence occupied this ruined room again.

After a while, there were harsh footsteps at the entrance of the stairs.

The door was pushed open, and the "Occupy Mask" walked in with its servant, the terrifying old man, and a tall human figure with soft and slender limbs.

"Mr. Rope, my great Mr. Rope!"

Still in such a kind and flattering voice, he took up the mask and gave Rope an aristocratic salute in front of him.

"You should definitely watch that scene. The top level of the Foundation committed suicide in front of the soldiers. What kind of expressions are those humans with guns trying to re-contain us..."

"I gave you the job to satisfy your eccentricities, okay?"

Rope frowned.

"Then I'll reconsider how much of your 'allegiance' to me is true. "

"Don't do this, don't do this!" Occupy mask quickly changed into a tragic and distressed expression: "Mr. Rope, I swear, I only moved my hand after completing your assigned work. You know, I am definitely better than those Crazy guys who only know how to kill are more trustworthy."

Occupy masks are talking about other SCP containment items.

Rope's continuous destruction of the tolerance zone has brought together more than four-digit aliens under his command.Not only the numbered and unnumbered containment objects, but also the monsters hidden in the people have become his subordinates one after another.

Like the slender monster that occupies the back of the mask.

——Slanders, aliens who are active in American folk horror legends.

"While killing those 'O5's is certainly enjoyable, we're not content to just destroy the leaders of the SCP Foundation, Mr. Rope. "

Occupy the mask fanned the flames and took out the tattered map from the corroded top.

It points to Romania.

"This is where you first took your steps, and now it's hell on earth. We should use this as a fuse to incite a full-scale war of mankind, or to completely dismantle the huge SCP Foundation from the chaos. You have said , you want to create a world where humans and aliens coexist, oh, I agree! But the old order and the humans who hate us will inevitably become a stumbling block to your plan, and this is a good opportunity."

The thinking that occupies the mask is absolutely evil. It doesn't take any human life seriously at all. When it comes to total war, Rope can feel its joy from the heart.

Dangerous guy.

But if this dangerous guy is working for himself, he'll be an excellent assistant.

Rope has already begun to be satisfied with 343's arrangement. If he came to tame this kind of guy himself, he would definitely have to work harder. Maybe he would end up unhappy and have to kill the mask.

"About this matter, I can authorize it to you."

Rope nodded.

"I allow you to get in touch with my subordinates in the Far East and discuss detailed plans. I understand that war will inevitably bring unimaginable pain to human beings, so try not to let our figures appear in this war, otherwise we will not It will be beneficial to my follow-up plan. Sooner or later, this matter will subside, and I hate the constant lingering fire at that time."

"clear."

Occupying the mask bowed his head respectfully.