After a short bathroom break and some snack gathering, everyone anomalous and non anomalous alike re-gathered in the viewing room and took their seats.
Dr. Rights as per usual at this point asked her usual question. “Will this viewing be taking place in our world?”
“Yes and no. It’s an alternate timeline of your world, one of countless others where things end very differently.” The theater answered.
Dr. Clef frowned at the mention of an ending. “Things end? What do you mean by that?” he asked only to receive no response.
The theater screen flickers to life to show a recording on the fritz as a man’s voice could be heard along with the sounds of him trying to fix it. “Hello? Is this thing on? We recording?” He asks as the image finally begins to become clear and the static finally stops. Sitting in front of the camera in what looks to be the inside of a spacecraft is a man roughly in his late twenties. He has red hair, green eyes, and wears an orange space suit adorned with the Foundation’s logo on the shoulders, a barely visible name tag, and a military rank.
His eyes have bags under them and his hair and facial hair are a mess suggesting he’s stressed, hasn’t gotten much sleep, or both.
The man sits back in his chair and lets out an exhausted sigh. “Honestly of all the things I thought I’d be doing up here, well this is just sad. To whoever you are, whatever you are, hello I am the last remaining man, and on behalf of my species and my planet I want to applaud you for staying far away from us until now. We were genuinely awful. At least up until the very end. Nothing like an impending apocalypse to bring a species together.” The man explains bitterness clearly in his voice.
“Oh wonderful start. Humanity is already extinct.” Dr. Clef says sarcastically. “The theater said this is an alternate version of our world right? I wonder how badly the foundation fucked up for it to end like this?”
Dr. Rights, ever loyal and faithful in the Foundation, challenged Clef’s speculation of events. “Perhaps this was something out of their control?”
Dr. Clef shrugged in response. “Maybe, but I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if the higher ups somehow caused this.” Truthfully Clef doesn’t trust the higher ups of the Foundation. In his eyes they’re just a bunch of wealthy people playing with forces they don’t truly understand.
His voice then takes on an even harsher bitter edge. “Of course if they were still around I know they’d love to watch this. Particularly the O5s. Hey guys go fuck yourselves. You left me here completely alone. But we’re past that clearly.”
This got a laugh out of Kondraki, Clef, Bright, Iris, and The Possessive Mask. Clef, Kondraki, and Bright found it funny because they could see themselves saying the same thing if they were in his situation. As for Iris and SCP-035, Iris always wanted to tell the higher ups where they can shove it whilst SCP-035 just has a twisted sense of humor and found anything involving death hilarious.
After that brief moment of venting he relaxed a little and continued his story. “I’m gonna use any time I have left to tell my story since nobody else will be able to. I was assigned to Protocol Legionnaire by the O5’s about a year ago. At the time it felt like an honor. But all the training and the fallout, all the stress and pressure, it was nearly too much to handle. I mean, seriously, you’d think after years at MIT I’d already be qualified for space missions. But, regardless, I was put through six months of training and briefing. Not that it helped clarify anything about this mission. It was completely unbelievable. And it was so highly classified, there was barely anyone I could verify the reports with. It was a small team, just Warner and myself. Through every briefing he was there with me learning about SCP-2399 and a threat opposed to mankind.”
