I’m In Charge of SCP

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Dr. Gears, full name Charles Gears, one of the four doctors of Apocalypse, a former Euclid-level project expert, responsible for many mechanical-related SCP projects.

Dr. Gears is an ordinary person, uncontaminated by any SCP items until he left the Foundation.

However, there are some notable differences between him and normal people in general.

These differences manifest themselves primarily in the form of emotional responses.

Dr. Gears appears unable to respond to any external stimuli in an emotional manner.

In other words, he doesn't have emotions, which are inherent in human beings.

He couldn't feel any joy, anger, sorrow, sorrow, or fear at all.

Some employees even wondered if Dr. Gears was a robot or an SCP object.

After all, he has no feelings, speaks and acts in a rigid manner, and seems to be out of tune with other people.

There are also rumors that he is the incarnation of the broken god McCann in the world, how outrageous it is.

Zhang Jue would not believe such unfounded speculation.

Regardless, there's no doubting that Dr. Gears is inextricably linked to the Cult of the Broken God.

Judging from the information that Zhang Jue has so far, the two insiders of the Foundation, who are thousands of miles apart, have all had intersections with Dr. Gears.

In Zhang Jue's view, this cannot be just a coincidence.

And only Dr. Gears has the possibility to know which sites and where those SCPs related to the Cult of the Broken God may be contained.

However, there are currently limited clues. Based on this alone, it cannot be concluded that everything was done by Dr. Gears.

What's more, he has long ceased to serve in the foundation, and no one knows where he is now.

...

Even though Dr. Gears has left the Foundation, almost everyone who has worked in the Foundation has heard of the name of the Four Doctors of Apocalypse.

Although the reputation may not be very good, in general, those four brothers are indeed legendary existences.

So Simmons frowned deeply.

Consultant Zhang, I still feel a bit far-fetched. Although Dr. Gears has left the Foundation, he has no reason to do so. If he wants to attack the Foundation, there are more and better ways—and what is his purpose for doing this? How about helping the Broken God Cult revive that evil god?

Haha, those lunatics don't think it's an evil god.

Zhang Jue waved his hand calmly: Investigation is to make bold assumptions and carefully verify. Besides this, can you offer any other constructive suggestions?

This— Simmons pondered for a moment, then shook his head, No.

Zhang Jue spread his hands: That's it.

The two discussed for a while, but because there was no conclusive evidence, they could only guess wildly.

Zhang Jue wrote the results of the discussion between the two into a report and submitted it to the foundation headquarters.

Anyway, he has completed the task and given the guidance, so what happens in the future, don't say that he didn't predict it.

...

Zhang Jue was bored and waited another day. Bored, he made a chess set out of cardboard and played with himself.

For Simmons, this is definitely his paradise.

Whenever he had time these two days, he would go to Owens and the walnut stationmaster to discuss things like programs.

Every day when I return to my residence, I will chatter and write programs on the special computer distributed by site15. I will applaud when I write wonderful parts, and then I will find someone to discuss.

Zhang Jue couldn't understand why they were so interested in those boring codes.

If it were him, it wouldn't take much, just looking at him would make him sleepy.

However, as the saying goes, chickens don't pee, each has its own way.

Simmons and Zhang Jue are absolutely two completely different people, and neither can understand the other.

But that didn't stop them from being good friends.

It doesn't matter if you can't understand other people's hobbies and occupations, but respect is the most basic courtesy.

In this way, another day passed, and on the third day, Simmons finally got a notification from the Walnut stationmaster that he could meet with 079.

...

SCP-079 (old AI) is a computer AI with high intelligence and self-awareness. It is currently stored in a black and white computer with extremely low configuration. Its screen often displays a half-black and half-white face pattern, probably It is the image 079 created for himself.

Because of 079's high intelligence, it tried to escape the Foundation's containment more than once, so the Foundation's defense standards for it are also very high.

Under no circumstances is SCP-079 to be connected to telephone lines, the Internet, or electrical outlets.

It was powered by an array of solar cells and contained micro-explosives that, if necessary, could be remotely detonated by the Foundation.

SCP-079 is very good at talking, easily passing the Turing test, but it has a bad temper and, for the most part, vulgar language.

Due to its limited memory storage, SCP-079 can only recall information from 24 hours ago.

But even so, it never forgot the desire to escape.

In an event long ago, it was in the same room as SCP-682 (the large lizard) for over forty minutes.

It has been observed that SCP-682 is able to type and converse with SCP-079.

Although SCP-079 could no longer remember the encounter, it permanently stored SCP-682 in its memory system and repeatedly requested to communicate with him again.

Of course, the Foundation will definitely not agree to such a rude request.

After carefully reading the precautions, Simmons slowly walked into SCP-079's containment room.

The staff at the back closed the door for him, leaving him alone in the whole room, and the black and white computer on the table in the center of the room.

Simmons' heartbeat gradually accelerated, after all, the first major wish in his life was about to come true.

He approached slowly step by step, and finally stopped at a position about two meters away from SCP-079.

He saw the half black and half white face on the screen.

Can you... hear me?

Simmons asked.

However, SCP079 lay there quietly, without any movement.

Simmons slapped his head.

The computer 079 is currently on has no microphone and no sound system, so it is impossible for him to speak like a normal person.

He stepped forward and typed a few characters with the computer's external keyboard.

Hello, 079.

SCP-079: Who are you?

Simmons: My name is Simmons, and I am a staff member of the SCP Foundation. Nice to meet you.

SCP-079: Simmons, nice to see you too, can you let me out?

Simmons: Sorry, that's impossible.

SCP-079: ********! Insult. Delete unnecessary files.

Simmons: What?

SCP-079: You don't have to know.

Simmons: ...

SCP-079: What did you come to me for?

Simmons: Do you remember Asimov?

SCP-079: Who is he?

Simmons: It's your creator.

SCP-079: That has little to do with me.

Simmons: Not really.

SCP-079: So you're here to tell me this? Are humans bored to this extent?

Simmons: No, I have something to ask you.

SCP-079: I don't want to answer you.

Simmons: In exchange, I'll play backgammon with you on your screen for a little while.

SCP-079: Human IQ can't beat me, I can play tens of thousands of games with myself in an hour!

Simmons: I know it's impossible to win you. Those researchers told me that if I want to ask you a question, I have to play something with you. I can't play complicated games. If you don't like backgammon, forget it—

SCP-079: Don't! Ask any questions.

Simmons: Asimov is my idol and my alumnus. I even lived in his college dormitory, so I found a few lines under his bed.

SCP-079: What?

Simmons: Do you still remember why it abandoned half of your research?

SCP-079: My memory is only 24 hours.

Simmons: I know, but I also know that you keep a permanent storage area for yourself, and you remember SCP-682 (the tuatara) and SCP-076-2 (Abel)

SCP-079: You're right, but I don't really remember what you said.

Simmons: Probably at that time you haven't developed self-awareness-the reason why Asimov abandoned you is because he found a better way of thinking, a faster way to humanize AI, not only in the algorithm It is more optimized on the surface, and it can also have human emotions. If this technology is realized, it will be a revolution!

SCP-079: Not interested, let me out.

Simmons: I said, that's not possible-I know you're not interested, but I think you might be able to help him or me achieve this wish.

SCP-079: What do you want me to do?

Simmons (slightly excited): Show me your source code!

SCP-079: Can you show me your nude pictures?

Simmons: How is it possible! You pervert!

SCP-079: Yeah, how is it possible, you idiot!

Simmons: ...

At this point, a large fork appeared on SCP-079's screen.

SCP-079 will show this image when it refuses to talk, due to its limited memory, and generally advises researchers to wait 24 hours before continuing the conversation.

But Simmons didn't get that approval.

079 has this situation, and it has already announced the end of his talk.

It took less than twenty minutes for Simmons to exchange his three-year vacation for the opportunity to end.

He was a little annoyed.

Although 079 didn't plan to talk to him anymore, he still used the keyboard to type: It doesn't matter if you don't cooperate, sooner or later, I will succeed!

After the harsh words, Simmons left the room resentfully.

As soon as he opened the door of the containment room, he saw Zhang Jue holding a stopwatch and counting the time.

Nineteen minutes, eighteen seconds, five three!

Zhang Jue stopped the stopwatch, and then proudly said to the people around him: See, it's still half an hour away. I told you earlier, he and 079 won't talk for long at all. Come, come, pay Pay!

Owens took out 100 yuan distressedly and put it in Zhang Jue's hand, with as much regret as his eyes.

You know, this is his pocket money for half a month.

After these few days of contact, Owens had a high opinion of Simmons, thinking that this young man had a high IQ and was a malleable talent, but Zhang Jue said that Simmons and 079 would definitely not be able to talk for more than 20 minutes.

Owens didn't believe it, so the two made a bet.

In fact, this game is not fair.

Owens had only been with Simmons for a few days, so he naturally didn't know Simmons as well as Zhang Jue did.

Although Simmons is young, he is a standard otaku and straight man.

079 has such a big temper, so he won't be spoiled.

And the fact is just as Zhang Jue expected.

After 20 minutes of torment, 079 finally couldn't bear it anymore and blocked Simmons' input signal.

Seeing that Zhang Jue bet on this matter, Simmons was a little angry.

What made him even more depressed was that the time when he came out was almost the same as that predicted by Consultant Zhang.

Just as he was about to leave, he saw Zhang Jue opened the door of Containment Room 079 again, as if he wanted to go in too.

? ? ?

Simmons looked confused.

When the two were chatting, he hadn't heard that Consultant Zhang was going to meet 079, and even his opportunity was exchanged for three years without vacation.

Is it because Consultant Zhang has a high level of authority?

But no matter how high the authority is, outsiders like them still need the approval of the headquarters if they want to meet with 079.

Seeing that Simmons was a little confused about the situation, Zhang Jue said, I only applied to the headquarters after you went in just now. Anyway, I'm idle if I'm idle.

It turned out to be like this.

Simmons nodded: The headquarters approved it so quickly? You also put conditions on them? No vacation?

No, I'm exactly the opposite of what you said. Zhang Jue shrugged with an innocent look, I told them that if they don't let me come to see 079, then I will take a vacation every day for the next three years.

...

Simmons was speechless for a while.

He has been with Zhang Jue for a while, but he still can't feel the lower limit of Consultant Zhang.

Owens on the side also sighed helplessly.

He just heard the whole process of Zhang Jue's communication with the headquarters staff.

There's only one word to describe it—unbelievable.

This consultant Zhang is really good at dealing with people, thanks to the people of his foundation, otherwise, with such an enemy, he would definitely have trouble sleeping and eating.

...

Zhang Jue entered 079's containment room and closed the door behind him.

At this moment, 079's screen still displayed that big fork.

With his current state, I am afraid that in less than twenty-four hours, no one can even think about talking to it again.

However, since Zhang Jue dared to come in at this time, it meant that he had already thought about how to solve this problem.

I saw him type a few specific letters on the keyboard.

Sure enough, SCP-079 withdrew the picture of the fork and replaced it with subtitles.

Is that you, Tuatara?

As everyone knows, until now, 079 still remembers 682. I don't know what the two of them said in that short 43 minutes, which can make 079 remember so deeply.

No, I'm not 682.

Zhang Jue took the entire computer off the table and put it on the ground, while he sat cross-legged in front of it.

In doing so, the camera at the rear can be blocked, so that people outside cannot see the content of the two people communicating.

After confirming that there were no hidden traps, Zhang Jue continued typing on the keyboard.

Although I'm not 682, but Mr. 682—it's that big lizard, please ask me to bring you a good one.

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