SCP Steve, containment breach

Dr. Caya: "Do you know the Hugh Desert Index?".

Steve shook his head.

Dr. Caya: "And do you know about reality benders?".

Steve shook his head again.

Dr. Caya pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance and couldn't help but ask

"Did Director Christina let you go on such a dangerous mission without telling you anything?".

Steve thought for a moment, shook his head suddenly, fumbled in his trouser pocket for a while, and pulled out a laptop:

"Christina told me that don't keep asking her questions, the Foundation and Google have reached a strategic cooperation, and you can ask Google if you have questions. “

Despite knowing that it would be rude to do so, and that he might even be fired by the Foundation for insulting the Regional Director, Dr. Caya couldn't help but curse

"Is there something wrong with her head?".

Steve nodded thoughtfully, isn't it, someone has a round head, isn't this a problem or how to drop?

Christina, who was far away in the monitoring room of Foundation headquarters, smashed her second coffee cup of the day as everyone laughed, the brown color had already dyed the white, and she looked like a large coffee bean

"Do you want to include this in the file? Can Caya be deducted from her performance salary. “

The researcher on the side held back a smile and raised his hand to propose.

Christina wanted to agree, but her eyes inevitably shifted to the bloody garden court.

She was silent for a moment, then swallowed back the words that came to her lips and shook her head faintly.

Just take it as a little compensation for her

Ordinary Cava is a well-read, gentle and frugal woman, she has the serious temperament of a scholar, but also has the gentle character of a wife, and will never be as straightforward as she is now, full of excitement when she sees hope in a desperate situation.

She was too tired for anyone to be sure that she would be able to maintain her sanity in such a dehumanizing interrogation.

Relying only on a guardian faith to do the greatest resistance that a gravel can do, she is worthy of admiration, and even more worthy of a Foundation medal.

Christina stared at the monitor.

Above, on the floor of the Garden Field, countless lives that were once alive have been destroyed by the play of reality benders, most of whom have not even been able to keep their human identities before they die - they have given up their humanity to survive, and are the survivors really human?

What's more, can you really defeat the reality benders who are empty-eyed compared to their beastliness?

With the last young man with the Celtics crest tattooed on his shoulder slammed to his death on the closed doors of the stadium, Christina's vigilance was also brought to the top.

Because, soon, the reality bender may be exposed.

Dr. Caya shared the same sentiments, giving up on explaining a complex theory of reality to Steve for the time being, and instead stating her own plans.

"The reality bender must have been watching us kill each other somewhere in the stadium, his goal was to pry information about the Foundation out of my mouth, and the way I was interrogated was to constantly restart the cycle and let me witness strangers, friends, and family.... and even my own death again and again, to destroy my spirit. "

Speaking of which, her expression looked a little strange.

After all, a person who describes the scene of his torture in such a vivid way may not necessarily encounter such a thing in his life. This is hopeless, facing oneself, the fact that the family members have died, but there is no way to return to heaven, and can only pray that the next resurrection can continue to be resurrected, but in the next resurrection, I feel the pain of death again.

On the one hand, he is

sincerely afraid of death, and on the other hand, he longs for the endless reincarnation, until he finally has to face his own madness step by step while maintaining his sanity.

Dr. Caya had to sigh again - the reality bender who made this - must have been a genius.

But soon, she adjusted her emotions and continued:

"So, I have a plan!".

"Regardless of whether the mechanics of this cycle of death are triggered automatically or manually controlled by reality benders, his target is me alone, and as long as I don't die, this interrogation has no meaning. So, I chose to hide and go out of hid with that reality bender raised by Bichi!".

Steve nodded in realisation and proposed

"Then I'll send you out, and he won't find you again, won't he?".

Caya was stunned for a moment, and then inevitably showed a bitter smile:

"No, Steve, the point of hide and seek is not to disappear completely, but to delay before it can be found. "

"I'm gone, the reality benders are still there, and the 10,000 people who have suffered won't be freed from this, and I can't leave as a member of the Foundation. "

"What I'm going to do is to have everyone on the Garden Court except me..."

She swallowed a mouthful of saliva, as if she had made a great determination

"After everyone but me is dead, try to hide yourself until the reality bender shows up and finds me in hiding as a ghost. "

His target is me, so only I can do it. It's a fishing game where 10,000 lives are staked, and I'm the bait. "

She said all this calmly, and then turned her burning gaze to Steve

Mr. Steve, as my collaborator, your mission is to take out the reality bender on his only chance to show up!"

"There are no second chances, I choose to believe in you. "

She reached out and said to Steve

"Let's survive together until the sun rises tomorrow!".

Steve took a deep breath and took her hand.

"Let's talk about it first, it's my first time surviving to the limit (only one life)!".

"But you can always trust Steve!".

Caya nodded earnestly and walked out of the passage that Steve had opened.

Even the lights of the scarlet garden course were covered with a veil of red.

The slanted spotlight stretched her shadow long, long.

She is an intermediate researcher at the SCP Foundation, and the SCP-1733 containment officer who put an end to this nightmare.

"Salute to the dead. "

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