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"This is Andrew. "
Andrew pressed the emergency communication button in his hand with a heavy heart, even though he had just pressed it once in awe a few minutes earlier.
His face was full of exhaustion as if he had finally been crushed by the weight of life, and his tone was filled with an intense lack of confidence and malaise.
He took a deep breath and said, "The busy sound on the other end of the communicator as usual."
"I'm the person in charge of today's SIDE-19 experiments, and I flipped this button five minutes and eighteen seconds ago, reported the emergency, and requested the support of the task force. "
"But now, it's all woody.
I'm requesting to stop sending a task force, the enemy, no, the new unlogged SCP has proven to be communicative, and has developed intelligent abilities, we have formally communicated with it, and all hostilities have ceased, and there is no need for the task force to come
"Oh, by the way, please send a team of cleaners, the floor here isn't very clean, and SCP-173 is shattered.
As he spoke, he glanced at Steve, who was standing in the middle of the room, pondering something in front of a square-shaped mosaic, and sighed
"By the way, bring two more stools, and don't make our friends stand and wait too long.
It happened so fast that Dr. Andrew didn't even have time to stop it.
There is nothing to stop it, and in front of Steve's Diamond Pickaxe of Enchantment Efficiency IV, SCP-173, which is at most classified as cobblestone, is mined in less than a second.
Dr. Andrew just watched from his monitor as Steve created another diamond pickaxe out of thin air, and before he could be amazed, he saw a pickaxe hit 173's fragile skin.
In the blink of an eye, countless cracks appeared on the huge statue.
Then, before Andrew's dry throat vocal cords let out a hoarse scream, 173 shattered.
It's like a piece of Squidward's artwork.
It's just a big nose.
Andrew had mixed feelings. As SCP-173's managing doctor for the week, he has no affection for the containment, but for the Foundation, it is a monumental SCP.
This is because SCP-173 was the first work of the Foundation to come into view.
No matter how much information leaks in the future, how all sorts of strange containment objects appear on the streets, and how the SCP Foundation secretly contains them, the Foundation is destined not to forget the role of this original work in that turning point for the Foundation.
And now, such an SCP with rich commemorative significance is cold and shattered to the ground.
Because of this unincluded one who suddenly walked out of the mysterious purple door.
Dr. Andrew, a sober man, immediately abandoned his useless remembrance of SCP-173 continued to attempt to converse with the Cube Man and succeeded in obtaining his name, Steve.
Oh God, what an unpretentious name
Ahh
It's as unexpected as King Yu's immortal real name is Boss Yu!
After hanging up the emergency communication, Dr. Andrew turned on the loudspeaker inside the gate once more.
"Dear Steve, may God bless you with happiness, long time no see, I miss you so much, I hope you haven't forgotten me, I'm your old friend Andrew. "
Steve, who was trying to figure out a recipe for this runaway iron golem on his workbench, had a tingling scalp and looked up at the black megaphone, which seemed to penetrate the loudspeaker and the surveillance probe and directly met Andrew's eyes.
A cold sweat dripped from Andrew's forehead
He just wanted to test whether Steve had a long-lived perception of time, whether there was a kind of "subjective slow-time" state, or the characteristic of memory loss, so he spoke like this.
However, could it be that Steve saw his intentions and was dissatisfied with his research mentality?
Targeted by an SCP, pills!
He didn't turn his head, for fear that Steve would also slap him on the neck the moment he turned his head, but just patted the researcher next to him gently: "Get me a pen and paper." "
The young researcher with orange hair and some freckles on his face still looked a little immature, but his eyes were shining with stars at the moment, and he handed the paper that had been written to Andrew with high morale
"Doctor, the suicide note is ready. You've done so much for everyone, and when you're gone, I'll work harder and become a harder doctor!
"Did you know that there are four ways to write a suicide note from the Foundation.....
The corners of Andrew's mouth twitched.
Good student,
really good student, the suicide note is ready for me!
I, Andrew, have read countless people in my life, but I didn't expect to bring a new person to this foundation, I didn't see your ambitions. "
After all, it was a mistake!
"Do you all speak in this tone? oh, my creeper mother!
After saying that, Steve ignored it and turned his head directly
"You iron golems, do you have anything else? I haven't seen this material, what kind of mod is it?
"mod?"
The terrifying coercion was lifted from his body, Andrew turned his head and glared at the researcher fiercely, only to find that the suicide note, paper, and pen, as well as the inheritance transfer and Alipay transfer QR code on the table, had been swept away, and the researcher's brother was standing on the side whistling.
As if noticing the doctor's eyes, he turned his head and said with a puzzled expression
"He's asking you, Doctor, what are you doing? Doctor
Good guy, you're
moving so fast, you're the SCP that slipped into the researcher, right?
"What was your previous internship in that department?".
"Dr. Clef's office!".
..... Okay, your suspicion has been ruled out, this is called the upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked, and you have learned this trick well.
Andrew turned his head irritably, but he had to pretend to be happy and replied
"173, there is only one, the SCP Foundation is an institution dedicated to the containment of aliens, and since its establishment, although there have been thousands of aliens to contain and monitor, each alien species, most of the time, is unique.
"Thousands?".
Steve looked up suddenly.
There are thousands of special materials like this
Andrew's heart stopped
Did I say something I shouldn't have said?