人事ファイル草案(?)
エージェント・烏丸の人事ファイル
名前: 烏丸からすま 爽さやか
セキュリティクリアランス: レベル2/SCiP(場合により変動)、レベル█/[編集済]
主職務:フィールドエージェント
所在: 全国各地、主に特設移動研究室ο-δ。所在不明の場合は、最寄りのサイトの航空管制室に連絡を取ってください。
職務: SCiP長距離輸送の際の護送、一部機動部隊の輸送、他国支部やGoIとの現場レベルでの臨時的な渉外活動、カバーストーリーの作成・流布など
人物: エージェント・烏丸は、年齢2█歳、身長158cm、体重4█kgの女性です。ほぼ常に白のブラウスと黒のスカートを着用し、一眼レフカメラを持ち運んでいます。
毎日同じ服装なら、ローテーションとか考える必要も無いでしょ? - 烏丸
視力、聴力、身体能力は非常に良好であり、どんな状況においてもおもしろそうな いいネタになりそうな 当人の関心を惹く出来事を見つける/聞きつけると、その場に急行します。野次馬根性の塊のような 非常に快活な性格をしており、誰とも分け隔てなく接しているところがよく目撃されています。
また、彼女は趣味として個人で不定期刊行の雑誌を発行しています。内容はゴシップから財団内で開発中の最新技術に至るまで多岐に渡り、一定層の人気を博しています。しばしば様々な職員との情報の取引を行う場面も目撃されています。
……この内容、大丈夫なの?いわゆる機密ってやつでは? - ██研究員
んー? ああ、これですか。大丈夫ですよ、どうせもうすぐちゃんと公表される内容なので。マジでヤバいのは検閲されちゃいますし - 烏丸
彼女は語学にも明るく、フィールドエージェントの業務をこなす傍ら一部研究系部門にも所属しています。現在関わっている部門は[削除済]です。
来歴: エージェント・烏丸は元地方テレビ局の職員であり、ヘリコプターの操縦を担当していました。彼女の操縦するヘリはたまたまSCP-███-JPの収容違反現場に居合わせ、その際に現地に急行した機動部隊らと臨時に無線で連絡を取り合って活発な情報伝達を行い、当該オブジェクトの再収容に多大な貢献を果たしたことから財団にスカウトされました。
いやあ、まるで元からウチに所属してたかのような手腕の鮮やかさでした。必要最低限の情報だけを的確に与えてくれたおかげで、被害も最小限に抑えられましたから - 機動部隊█-█副隊長
えへへ、褒めてもなにも出ませんよ - 烏丸
注記: 彼女は時折空に対する異常な執着を見せることがあります。精神衛生上の問題を避けるため、彼女を長期間窓のない屋内や地中で行われる作戦に従事させることは推奨されません。
██研究員: ……研究室?俺には輸送ヘリにしか見えないんだが。
エージェント・烏丸: この身とカメラとパソコンさえあれば、そこはもう研究室みたいなものなんです!エージェント・██: あれ?烏丸は?昨日までこのサイトにいたはず……
██研究員: 今朝方からSCPS ██████にヘリと一緒に乗って北米まで向かってるらしい。なんでも███部門から直々にお呼びが掛かったんだとさ
エージェント・██: そんな部門名前すら聞いたことがないんだが……?███研究員: 烏丸さんが個人で発行してる新聞、面白いのは確かなんだけど、明らかに君の居なかった場所で起きた話がすごい詳しく載ってない?写真までついてるんだけど?
エージェント・烏丸: ニュースあるところに私あり、です! 面白い話を嗅ぎつければすぐにでも飛んでいきますから!
水棲脅威に相対する兄弟達のための固く結ばれた演算者連合(SHARkBAiT)より警告
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対抗ミームの摂取を確認しました。ようこそ、担当職員様。
アイテム番号:SPC-XXXX-JP
Obj. Class:Keter
特別収容プロトコル:機動殴隊オミクロン-5("サメ殴り代行")は対形而上サメ理論殴打装置(Anti-Pataphysical Shark Logical Punching Device/APSLPD)を装備した上でSPC-XXXX-JPの発生に備え、発生報告から15分以内には当該サメ、及びその撒布したアイデアの殴打を開始します。SPC-XXXX-JPが発生した地点は、そのサメの終了が確認された後も再発防止のため一ヶ月間監視下に置かれます。
Update ○○○○/○○/○○:SPC-XXXX-JPのアウトブレイクは留まるところを知らず、今や世界中をこの異常な鮫が覆い尽くしています。現在、殴5評議会によりアンニュイプロトコルの発動の是非が闘論されています。
説明:SPC-XXXX-JPは、異常なミーム的性質を備えたアイデアを人類の深層無意識に撒布する、異常な形而上鮫です。
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キャプション:SPC-XXXX-JP(想像図)。
SPC-XXXX-JPにより撒布されるアイデアに影響された知性は、元来サメを殴るのみのために生産・利用されてきた各種の武器(以下SPC-XXXX-JP-1)を、一般的な道具であると認識するようになります。
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キャプション:SPC-XXXX-JP-1の一例。
SPC-XXXX-JP-1は本来その取り扱いに多大な注意を払わなければならないものが多く、またサメを殴るという目的上殺傷力も非常に高められたものがほとんどです。これがサメ殴りのための特殊な訓練を受けていない人間により利用された、またはサメ殴り以外の目的で利用された場合、その利用者は多大な悪影響を被る可能性があります。
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キャプション:SPC-XXXX-JP-1の誤った使い方を試みる被験者。
以上の効果により、SPC-XXXX-JPが影響を及ぼした区域では、SPC-XXXX-JP-1の誤った使い方に起因する事故や事件が頻発する結果に陥ります。SPC-XXXX-JPが確認されてからこれまでに発生したあらゆる事件のうち、SPC-XXXX-JPの関与が疑われるものは○○%です。
サディウス・シャンクは、彼の手中に未来を握っていた。その事実が彼を笑顔にさせた。
In his hands, Dr. Thaddeus Xyank held the future. And that made him smile.
それは灰色の金属の塊で、触感は冷たく、レーザーでシリアルナンバーと、ジョージ・ワシントンの肖像画と、ブッシュブラザーズのベイクドビーンズのUPCコードがエッチングされていた。この全てが認可されるには少々時間がかかったが、彼はさもあるべきと思っていた。並行世界だとか自分自身の直腸のちょうど2cm内側の点に直接繋がるシームレスなワームホールに乗り込めるそれ無しに多元宇宙部門に唾を吐きかけることなんて出来ない。シャンクは遠くにあるいくつかの現実で昔からよくある、人が巨大なトカゲである世界には興味がなかった。彼が興味を示していたのは未来だった。そしてそれはそこにあった。
It was a lump of gray metal, cool to the touch, with a laser etched serial number, a portrait of George Washington, and a UPC code for Bush’s Baked Beans. It took a while to get all of that approved, but he needed to be sure. You couldn’t spit in the Multi-U division without it / landing in some parallel world or a seamless wormhole that leads directly to a point exactly 2 cm inside your own rectum. Xyank wasn’t interested in the same-old present in some remote reality where people are giant lizards. He was interested in the future. And here it was.
「メリッサ?」
“Melissa?”
「はい、博士!」新人研究員が、事が計画通りに進んでいる時に時々するような輝かしい表情で、彼女は言った。
“Yes sir!” she said, beaming like the fresh ones sometimes do when things are going according to plan.
「例のデバイスは君がそのガラクタを見つけた時には動いていたのかね?」
“Was the device active when you found the brick?”
「えーと……キムさん?」
“Uhh… Mr. Kim?”
次席研究員のキム・レオナルドは頭を配線盤からあげ、眼をぱちくりさせた。「うん?」
Assistant Researcher Leonard Kim raised his head from the wiring panel, blinking. “Hm?”
「デバイスは夜通し付けっぱなしだったの?シャンク博士がサンプルが復元された時のそれの状態を知りたがってる。」メリッサ・ブルックスはいつもそんなような上司に対する甘言を用いる自惚れた行為を行おうとしていた。そうすれば昇進の可能性があると思っていたからかもしれない。残念なことに、そんなご機嫌取りの彼女のことを信じている人なんていなかったのだが。
“Was the device left on overnight? Dr. Xyank wanted to know its status when the sample was retrieved.” Melissa Brooks was always doing that, in her own vainglorious attempt to curry favor with superiors. Thought there was a promotion in it for her, probably. Shame she was such a kiss-ass that no one else trusted her.
シャンクの眼鏡は曇り始めた。指がキューブを跳ねる。親指はワシントンの鼻をなぞる。ほとんど無意識に彼はデスクからテープをちぎり取り、文鎮状態のそれに叩きつけ、黒のマーカーで「復旧済」と書いた。念の為に。
Xyank’s glasses started to fog. His finger tapped. His thumb traced Washington’s nose. Almost without thinking he grabbed a bit of tape from the desk, slapped it on the brick and wrote ‘Retrieved’ in black marker. Just in case.
キムは長いこと黙っていた。「……あー、とりあえず、僕は何もしませんでしたよ。」
Kim was quiet for a long time. “…Okay, first of all, I didn’t do anything with it.”
「今回は本当に気にしないよ、ラリー。いいから伝えてくれ。」
“I don’t actually care this time, Larry. Just tell me.”
「分かりました、はい、申し訳ありません。数時間デバッグのために付けっぱなしにしていました。参照先のループが何をやっても起き続けてて。今解決のために作業中です。」
“Alright, yes, I'm sorry. I left it on running a debug after hours. That reference loop just keeps popping up no matter what I do. I’m working on it now.”
シャンクは頷いた。「受信」に設定しなかったというだけで十分にマシな答えだった。「メリッサ、昨晩から今朝にかけての監視ログをスキャンに掛けてくれ。全部の火花だとか、バンバン言う音だとか、異常なグラつきだとか、フラッシュだとかについて知りたい。」
Xyank nodded. On but not set to 'receive' was a good enough answer. “Melissa, scan the surveillance logs from last night through this morning. I want to know about every spark, bang, shimmy, and flash.”
床の逆側では、前の百余りの冷却管と三十本の高強度ケーブルが転がっていて、彼はちょうどジェラルド・キングストンがUPCに最後の仕上げをするかのようにサンプルをその隣に設置した。「……クソっ!これはいつ入ってきたんだ?」
On the other side of the floor, past ten dozen coolant pipes and thirty industrial strength cables, he placed the sample next to itself just as Gerald Kingston was putting the finishing touches on the UPC. “…Holy Shit! When did this come in?”
「今日が始まる前のいつだかでしょう、ブルックスがログを精査しています。」
“Sometime before opening today; Brooks is checking the log.”
「おいおいマジかよ」ジェリーはそう言って、小さなガラクタをつまみ上げて手の内でひっくり返した。彼は精一杯集中し、瞳孔を縮めて切断痕を確認した。「本物みたいに見えるけど、顕微鏡ちゃんに掛けてバッテリーを全力稼働させたいところです」
“Dear sweet Jesus,” Gerry said, picking up the small brick and turning it over in his hands. Checking the mill marks with pinpoint pupils as he strained to focus. “It looks like the real deal but I want to get this over to Microscopy and run the whole battery.”
「やりなさい、」腕時計を確認しながら博士は言った。「今日の終業までにここからオリジナルを見つけ出したいんだ。」
“Get it done,” the Doctor said, checking his watch. “I want the original out of here by end of business today.”
「ええ、はい、もちろん!」
“Sure sure sure!”
「あと目盛りに一切ズレがないか確認するためにフォアマンを連れてきてくれ。キムはまたフィードバックの問題に手を焼いているようだから」神に誓って、ラリーはこのプロジェクトを終わらせようとしていて、常に深みから抜け出そうとしていた。
“And bring Foreman in here to make sure the calibration is spotless. Kim’s having feedback issues again.” Swear to god, Larry was going to be the death of this project, always trying to move out of his depth.
そしてまたサディウスもそうしていた。だから彼はその日の朝もベッドから這い出たのだ。
Then again, so was Thaddeus. That’s what got him out of bed in the morning.
熱い期待の噴射が全方位から彼に吹き付けられ、彼は円を描いて回った。六ヶ月もこうしていると、それは呼吸が如く自然な行為になっていた。スーツはきちんとロッカーに掛けられ、そして彼は外に踏み出した。
Jets of hot gas sprayed him down from every angle and he spun in a circle. Six months of doing this, it was natural as breathing. The suit hung neatly in his locker and he stepped outside.
Plain sight. Where he was from this would never have been tolerated—would not be tolerated here for very much longer, probably. Sloppy work by the Foundation setting him up here. But there were bio-hazard signs and poison emblems, and all the flashing lights and smokestacks that belched black evil into the air, and that was enough. For anyone dumb enough to try and break into a chemical refinery, there were two golf carts on half-hourly rounds and the deceptively hard pudgy-looking Agents inside of them. Besides, there wasn’t a radio tower or satellite signal stronger than twenty watts for maybe fifty kilometers in any direction, and the Podunk town where they took R&R was maybe forty minutes down the road. It was far enough. It was isolated enough. The EM bands were clear enough.
Maybe.
Coughing, he scaled the stairs to the office and stepped inside. Lights flickering on in that annoying mercury fluorescent glow; practically stone-age. And the whiteboards. Three of the four, filled to bursting with diagrams and equations in his trademark red ink. Xyank grabbed a bagel and an OJ as he stared at them, trying to remember. Trying to fill in the gaps. Trying to find the way out of the rat maze of causality and float above it. He wasn’t a rat, he was a man. And if something like this could happen once—twice now, actually, at the very least—then he could make it happen again.
His calculator booted up and he thought with it for a while. The creepy blue sheen and white text a man never gets used to filled his vision, recorded his hand-written chaos, and began a search for errors. It was close now. Very close.
The phone rang and he picked it up.
“Thad Xyank.”
“Hi Doc, it’s Gerry.”
“Shoot.”
“Paulson is losing his mind.” The good Doctor smiled and nodded to no one, privately celebrating. “It’s our brick alright, down to every last defect. When do you want to send it?”
“Hold on a minute.” Two buttons tapped, and he watched as Melissa picked up the phone. “It’s Xyank. Put Kim on the line,” and the researcher trotted across the floor, notes under his arm and grabbed the phone. “What’s the status of the device?”
“Same problem, but at least we’ve isolated it in Unit Beta with some creative wiring. Alpha is green-lit across the board,” Kim said, looking up at the office window and giving a thumbs-up. “The brick?”
He smiled and returned the gesture. “Power up Alpha, it’s going out right now. I’m on my way.” Two buttons. “We’re doing it. Get up here and bring the original.” He’d never put on a clean suit so fast in his life, and the spray was just quieting down when Kingston came out of the south end of the building with the brick in his hand. Foreman opened the door to the active chamber and held his breath as the five of them gathered around it. Carefully it was placed inside the small, glowing white box, and closed. Xyank almost chuckled at how much it looked like the world’s most expensive and over-complicated microwave oven. As Unit Alpha powered up, the globe above it began to spin quietly, and capacitors all over it whined.
“Alright everyone look sharp, we are now starting the official experiment log.” A few taps on a keyboard and the microphones in their suits began recording. “This is Dr. Thaddeus Xyank, beginning experiment log 11924. It is July 9th 1992. Researcher Brooks, what’s the correct time?” Thaddeus asked, spinning to Melissa Brooks.
“1035 and 15 seconds on my mark.” Larry Kim jumped behind the other console and input the time. “Three… two… one… mark!” The whirring settled into a steady hum, and the first green light over the chamber lit.
“When did you recover the test object?”
“Approximately 0700, give or take a few minutes.”
“Alright; Mr. Foreman, please input destination for today’s date, at 0630. That should leave enough of a window for Ms. Brooks' discovery”
Beeping and keystrokes, and another light, this one lingering yellow a moment as the lock was established. Then green; blessed, blessed green.
“Mr. Kingston, how are those ion levels?”
“We have gamma and alpha rad at… 4 eV and holding. Ambient levels on the floor are… 13 mili-RAD. Everything’s green.”
The team leaned in to watch closely, fingers crossed, breath baited.
Dr. Xyank threw the switch, and after a bright flash of light within the chamber, it was gone. Localized tachyon field manipulation confirmed. Eat your heart out, Stephen Hawking.
They cheered. They clapped, they patted one another about the back. Mr. Kim declared tequila shots on him after work. But the good Doctor knew better. This one had been easy, they knew that some point in the future it would work, or else there was a paradox afoot, and paradoxes are for logic and not for nature. Nature had no such conventions. The device simply couldn't not work.
“Everyone quiet,” he said, after a long, relieved exhale. “Brooks, your job is to check, double-check, and triple-check all of the surveillance and monitoring equipment we have and report to me by the end of the day exactly what kind of conditions we can expect when something comes through. Foreman and Kim, you two are on Beta, get that bug fixed. Kingston, I need you to recalibrate Alpha to positive temporal displacement and prepare a new sample.”
“Paulson wanted a front-row seat on the next trial,” Gerry said, looking hopeful.
“He’s got it if he gets up here and helps you calibrate. And I mean oscilloscopes, voltmeters; I want everything explained before I file this. I’m going to go see if I can’t finish filling in the black box.”
The Black Box… Every engineer dreads the damn black box. That’s what all those equations were about. Thad mused for a moment about it, scratching the graying hair at his temples as the blue screen came up over his vision, trying desperately to make sense of the math that had seemed so clear when he held the tachyon emitter in his hands, turned it over a few times, felt the warm glow of backwards time. Or maybe it was all just desperation and the team had gotten lucky. Maybe all of these equations weren’t even necessary and it all came down to the number threeve or twour or whatever they were calling 033 these days. Theta Prime, right? Goddamn ridiculous.
What about all of the other ones? His clearance didn’t give him really juicy access to the hard temporal anomalies the Foundation was just starting to play with. Hell, he didn’t even know for sure if 711 had been built, disassembled, encased in concrete, or still sat on the drawing board of someone’s office as a kind of pet project. Or maybe he was conceiving of it now, down in that clean-room with a bunch of eager, talented researchers.
And when were they going to discover SCP-one-seven… Oh dear god. The view… how had he not noticed this before?
The door burst open below as Xyank jumped to his feet, just in time to watch it all happen for the first time. There was a lot of yelling. Lots of it, about getting on knees and stepping away from the machinery and putting down the clipboard and they were all too shocked to comply.
“No…”
Gerry Kingston got it first, two in the head.
“No.”
Melissa ducked behind the desk and covered her ears just in time for Paulson to catch a few rounds with his upper torso and fall out of sight half a second later.
“No!”
Kim and Foreman fell like cans on a fence-post, lying in puddles of their own blood. He could still hear Kim gagging on his lasts moments of life.
“NO!”
Thad slammed the alarm and let it blare as the four men moved into the room, scanning computer monitors and smashing equipment, heading further the basement and the other screaming technicians. You could see the surprise in the balls of Mr. M4A1 himself when he saw Unit Beta, heard the humming and whining and sparks. He screamed something about getting out and then
There was the white flash, right on schedule. And then it started again. All five of them milled about the floor, working their way through the recalibration without a care in the world. Each one of them dead certain that they’d get a huge raise, better clearance, and maybe even a Nobel Prize if it ever went public.
“GODDAMMIT, NO!”
Thad grabbed the just-in-case 12 gauge from behind the filing cabinet and bolted out the door, down the stairs, and came to the clean room entrance. Maybe he was part of it. Maybe he was aware. Maybe there was time to save them all and stop the loop. But the knob was hot and he daren’t enter. Might have five kinds of cancer already now that the shielding was forfeit. He wasn't part of it, and there wasn't time. If he had been, then there would be a paradox afoot. Paradoxes don't exist in nature.
Smoke billowed out the windows in thick plumes. The white panel van was already speeding off, too far away to make the doctor out as he pressed his body against the building and waited. And waited. And waited.
Two hours later the MTF arrived and put out the fires and bagged up the charred remains and harvested the scrap for secure disposal. The whole installation was tagged, bagged, shipped off for review. A truck pumped the basement full of concrete, and just like that it was over.
For Thad, it was still happening. They found him in the office, watching his Research Assistants die over and over with a dead look in his eyes and a pint of whiskey in his hands.
“Dr. Xyank?”
“Hm?”
“Are you alright?”
“…Nope. Not even a little.”
He didn't speak again until he was in the ambulance.
O5 didn’t like his write-up. Didn't like it one bit. “Explain this to me again,” 5 said as 3, 7, 12 and 9 sat with their arms folded and their brows furrowed on the various screens. “’Event boundary?’ What is that?”
“It’s a psychological phenomenon; how the brain categorizes events. Something as simple as changing the room you’re standing in begins a new 'event' to be logged in memory. That's why a person can head to the kitchen to get a sandwich and completely forget why they went there as soon as they walk through the door.” Dr. Xyank was nervous. His reputation, his clearance level, his future with the Foundation hanging in the… heh. ‘Future with the Foundation.’ That was good. He’d have to remember that.
O5-7 laughed, but not with him so much as at him. “You really expect us to believe that human psychology halted a tachyon cascade? That’s honestly what you’re saying?”
“Yes sir,” Thad replied, hanging his head and looking at the floor. “The machine had a maximum drain of five megawatts, but the actual tachyon field accounts for only 15 watts, which is significantly less than—”
“So if you witnessed this event first hand,” Three interrupted, “how comes it that you aren't stuck in that loop with them? Or is this thanks to your fanciful ‘event boundary’ hypothesis?”
“It is, sir.”
“And the assailants which caused this… debacle?”
Xyank sighed deeply. “My estimation is that the Global Occult Coalition detected the experiment via ground based tachyon detection equipment, and moved to intercept the emitter. How they detected it, I do not know.”
Twelve cleared his throat. The other O5’s went quiet and serious.
“Agent Tomlin,” Nine said, “secure Dr. Xyank. We will return with our decision after a brief recess.”
Five of the tensest minutes of his life, staring straight ahead at those shit LED screens as he wondered over and over and over again why he hadn't tried to move the whole operation underground. Thirty-seven researchers dead, millions of dollars’ worth of equipment and five years of research with a working tachyon emitter, gone. Poof. In another year they could have built a second, but there was no way, now. Someone had found out and broken it. The bill was on his tab. And the blood was on his hands.
When the lights came back on it was fast and to the point. “Given Dr. Xyank’s valuable research into tachyon field theory, we have determined that a certain amount of leniency is in order. Dr. Xyank, you are hereby demoted to Level 3 clearance, and are to report to our new containment site immediately. Your assignment will be documentation, experimentation, and implementation of containment procedures for the temporal anomaly designated SCP-176.”
“…Sir?”
“It’s your mess, Thaddeus,” 12 said, leaning forward. “Now go clean it up.”
It was eerie watching it. His ticket home was ticking in there, still. And he might yet get to it if he could find a way. He must have seen this site a dozen times in the time before… Before. But now he knew these people, knew the machine, knew the circumstance and what would have happened next if everything had just gone to plan.
After three more hours watching it, the effect wore off, and before him was just another anomaly to be cataloged. This is the way the world moves on. Erasing his beloved whiteboard, Thad cracked his knuckles and began.
Description: SCP-176 is an abandoned … chemical factory situated near … Nah, they’ll probably leave that out. [DATA EXPUNGED].
…
Start | Part Two: The Deep End
アイテム番号: SCP-4218
オブジェクトクラス: Euclid
特別収容プロトコル: 財団のウェブクローラはCoursera、edX、FutureLearn、そしてKhanAcademyのような似た型のウェブサイト内の追加コースを捜索する目的でセッティングされます。もしも基準に合致するコースが特定された場合、ウェブクローラは当該コースと関連する全情報を取り除き、サイト-15での研究のため全然アイテムを隔離します。隔離後、機動部隊ロー-1("プロフェッサー")は進行中の収容の一環としてSCP-4218-1から-5およびあらゆる新たに発見されたコースに参加することが推奨されます。各機動部隊員は参加するよう要請された各コースを履修し、内容についてのレポートを用意しサイト管理官に提出するようにしてください。
Foundation web crawlers will be set to search for additional courses in a similar style on websites like Coursera, edX, FutureLearn, and KhanAcademy. If courses matching the criteria are located, web crawlers will remove the course and all associated information and quarantine all removed items for study at Site-15. Once quarantined, members of MTF Rho-1 ("The Professors") should enroll in SCP-4218-1 through SCP-4218-5, as well as any future courses uncovered, as part of ongoing containment. They should complete each course as offered and prepare a report on its contents for the Site Director.
説明: SCP-4218は、ALEXYLVA大学により提供される一連の5つの教育ウェブセミナーです。1このコースは機動部隊ロー-1の隊員らにより、ALEXYLVA大学のウェブサイトを調査している最中に発見されました。当該組織の以前のアンダーソン・ロボティクスとの不明な関係性だけでなく、これらのコースがワールドワイドウェブを通じ異次元へのアクセスで履修できるものであるかのようであることから、財団の特別な関心を惹きました。
SCP-4218 is a series of five educational web seminars offered by ALEXYLVA UNIVERSITY.2 Courses were discovered by members of MTF Rho-1 during investigation of ALEXYLVA's website. Special attention was given not only because of a previously unknown relationship with Anderson Robotics, but because the courses appear to be accessible interdimensionally via the world wide web.
以下にSCP-4218-1から-5と指定された各既知のセミナーは、アンダーソン・ロボティクスと合同で制作されたようです。セミナーの形式はMOOC3または類似のオンライン講座のそれと合致します。トピックは哲学、倫理学、ロボット工学入門、異常な歴史、アンドロイド生物学を含みますが、これらに限られません。
Each known seminar, here labeled SCP-4218-1 through -5, appears to be made in conjunction with Anderson's Robotics. The format generally adheres to the standard of a MOOC4 or other, similar online course. Topics covered include but are not limited to philosophy, ethics, introductory robotics, anomalous history, and android biology.
以下が既知のコースのリストです。5
A list of known courses is available below:
SCP-4218-1: ピノキオ問題:人間性の定義
コース説明: 人工的に造られた生命は生来の人間と同等の価値を持つのでしょうか?人工知能を搭載した奴隷はそのような身分に生まれた女性と同等の権利と価値を持つのでしょうか?これらの問題の答えは、この履修者が二種類の生命の形態の違いを区別するのを助けるために設計された仮想ディスカッション内で論を交わしている内に見つかるでしょう。6このコースの終講までに、あなたはこの講義のふたりの教授は超常手段を以て創られつつも人とした生まれたというレポート用紙10枚のエッセイを課されます。あなたの理論に対する不足の無い理由付けも忘れないでください。
教授(陣): HANNIBAL LOCKE, FULVIUS MAGO
シラバス
- WEEK I: 人工知能入門
- WEEK II: 人工知能の創り方
- WEEK III: 人工知能(またはAI)の用途
- WEEK IV: AIの見つけ方;プライマー
- WEEK V: 人工知能なのか、それとも模倣知能なのか?
- WEEK VI: ここまでの知識に関する試験
- WEEK VII: AIは奴隷なのか?倫理試験
- WEEK VIII: 戦争におけるAI
- WEEK IX: 政府と政治におけるAI
- WEEK X: 芸術と文化に関するAI
- WEEK XI: 魔術的AI;科学と共に顕現する魔術
- WEEK XII: まとめ・エッセイの提出期限
SCP-4218-1: THE PINOCCHIO QUESTION: HUMANITY'S DEFINITION
COURSE DESCRIPTION: DOES ARTIFICIALLY CREATED LIFE HAVE THE SAME VALUE AS THAT OF A NATURAL BORN HUMAN? DO SLAVES WITH ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE HAVE THE SAME RIGHTS AND VALUE AS THOSE BORN OF A WOMAN? THESE QUESTIONS ARE AMONG THOSE YOU WILL DISCUSS IN THIS VIRTUAL DISCUSSION DESIGNED TO AID STUDENTS IN DISCERNING THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE TWO FORMS OF LIFE.
BY THE CLOSE OF THIS COURSE, YOU WILL BE CHARGED WITH AN TEN TABLET ESSAY CONCLUDING WHICH OF YOUR TWO PROFESSORS WAS CREATED THROUGH EXTRANORMAL MEANS AND WHICH WAS BORN A MAN, PROVIDING SUBSTANTIAL AND WELL-SOURCED JUSTIFICATION FOR YOUR REASONING.
PROFESSOR(S): HANNIBAL LOCKE, FULVIUS MAGO
SYLLABUS
- WEEK I: AN INTRODUCTION TO ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE
- WEEK II: HOW TO CREATE ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE
- WEEK III: USES FOR ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE, OR AI
- WEEK IV: HOW TO SPOT AN AI; A PRIMER
- WEEK V: ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE OR SIMULATED INTELLIGENCE?
- WEEK VI: EXAMINATION REGARDING ACCUMULATED KNOWLEDGE
- WEEK VII: IS AN AI A SLAVE? AN ETHICAL EXAMINATION
- WEEK VIII: AI IN WARFARE
- WEEK IX: AI IN GOVERNMENT AND POLITICS
- WEEK X: AI REGARDING ART AND CULTURE
- WEEK XI: THAUMATIC AI; MERGING MAGIC WITH SCIENCE
- WEEK XII: DENOUEMENT AND TABLETS DUE
SCP-4218-2: 故にアンダーソンは口を開いた:AIと宗教
コース説明: 神は存在するのか?もしするなら、それは誰で、何故我々は彼を神と呼ぶのか?どうやって我々死の定めにあるものがこの語を定義するのか、そしてその定義により示唆されることとは?このコースは神性とは何に依るのか、そしてそれらの定義は文化ごとに変化するだろうという性質について話すために設けられました。
各授業中にAIからの視点を与えてくれるゲストプロフェッサーユニット#56-63の目からすると、神と宗教には次点の焦点が置かれます。まとめとして、受講者は必ず神を一柱選び、レポート用紙5枚にわたりその神が信仰されるに至った神性は何かということを論じなければなりません。
教授(陣): FULVIUS MAGO1, ユニット#56-63
シラバス
- WEEK I: 「神」とは?死すべきものからの視点
- WEEK II: 下位の文化における神々の種類
- WEEK III: 何故我々は彼を神と呼ぶのか?神性への信仰
- WEEK IV: 半神と部分的神性
- WEEK V: DEUS EX MACHINA:機械仕掛けの神
- WEEK VI: メカニトに関する試験
- WEEK VII: 神格化と神性への昇華:人が神となる時
- WEEK VIII: まとめ・エッセイの提出期限
1. MAGO教授はアンダーソン・ロボティクスのNDAの違反及び物理的攻撃という重大な違反行為を犯したため休職とされました。これに関する更なる詳細が出るまで、ユニット#56-88が職務を引き継ぎます。
SCP-4218-2: THUS SPOKE ANDERSON: AI AND RELIGION
COURSE DESCRIPTION: DOES GOD EXIST? IF SO, WHO IS HE, AND WHY CALL HIM GOD? HOW DO WE MORTALS DEFINE THE TERM, AND WHAT ARE THE IMPLICATIONS OF THOSE DEFINITIONS? THIS COURSE IS DESIGNED TO DISCUSS THE NATURE OF WHAT MAKES A DEITY AND HOW THOSE DEFINITIONS MIGHT CHANGE ACROSS DIFFERENT CULTURES.
THERE WILL BE A SECONDARY FOCUS ON GOD AND RELIGION THROUGH THE EYES OF GUEST PROFESSOR Unit #56-63, WHO WILL PROVIDE AN AI'S PERSPECTIVE ON THE TOPIC DURING EACH CLASS. FOR THE CONCLUSION, STUDENTS MUST CHOOSE A DEITY AND DISCUSS FOR FIVE TABLETS WHAT QUALIFICATIONS THAT DEITY HAD WHICH RESULTED IN ITS WORSHIP.
PROFESSOR(S): FULVIUS MAGO1, Unit #56-63
SYLLABUS
- WEEK I: WHAT IS A 'GOD'? A MORTAL'S PERSPECTIVE
- WEEK II: TYPES OF GODS ACROSS INFERIOR CULTURES
- WEEK III: WHY CALL HIM GOD? THE WORSHIP OF DEITIES
- WEEK IV: DEMIGODS AND PARTIAL DEITIES
- WEEK V: DEUS EX MACHINA: THE GOD OF THE MACHINES
- WEEK VI: AN EXAMINATION OF THE MEHKANITES
- WEEK VII: APOTHEOSIS AND DEIFICATION: WHEN MAN BECOMES GOD
- WEEK VIII: DENOUEMENT AND TABLETS DUE
1. PROFESSOR MAGO HAS BEEN SUSPENDED FOR GROSS MISCONDUCT, BREACH OF ANDERSON ROBOTICS' NDA, AND PHYSICAL ASSAULT. HE WILL BE PLACED ON ADMINISTRATIVE LEAVE AND Unit #56-88 WILL BE ASSUMING HIS DUTIES UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE.
SCP-4218-3: BIRTHING OF THE NOBLE ANDROID'S FORMS
コース説明: アンダーソン・ロボティクスの設立以来、アンドロイドはその屋台骨でした。そしてこの十週のコースで、彼らはその驚異をALEXYLVA大学に持ち込みます。受講者はアンドロイドの作り方、それに人の動きを模倣させる方法、そして特定の一個人の振る舞いを正確に真似る方法を学びます。
最終課題として、受講者は既存の講師の十分に先進的な模造体を構築し、プログラミングする必要があります(複製は無しでお願いします)。模造体は第十週までにいずれかの講師にプレゼンされなければなりません(遠隔受講者は設計図と内部プログラムの提出で構いません)。
教授(陣): Unit #56-88, UNIT #56-32
シラバス
- WEEK I: 基本的なアンドロイドの造り方
- WEEK II: アンドロイドの構成パーツ入門
- WEEK III: 白金比: 生体構造と機械的構造の割合
- WEEK IV: 内部プログラミング、第一週
- WEEK V: 内部プログラミング、第二週
- WEEK VI: トラブルシューティング
- WEEK VII: 定期整備
- WEEK VIII: 改良と品質維持
- WEEK IX: 先進的なアンドロイドの創造
- WEEK X: まとめ・模造体の提出期限
SCP-4218-4: 器官と回路: ヒューマノイドの解剖学
コース説明: ロボット、アンドロイド、人間の間には似ているところもあるもの、全く違う構成要素をしています。この三つを人工的に創造することは可能ですが、後者に行くほど難しくなります。このコースにより、あなたは機械、人、そしてその二つの融合であり技術的進歩の頂点であるアンドロイドの生物学的違いや内部の違いを学びます。二つの頂点が統合されてこそ、真の平和は実現されるのです。
最終講義は前コースで提出された模造体の解体の様子の観察と、その遺体と人間の遺体の違いを論ずる6枚のレポートの提出になる予定です。
教授(陣) HYPATIA FORTUNA, Unit #56-99, Unit #56-79
シラバス
- WEEK I: 人間の生物学入門
- WEEK II: ロボット工学入門
- WEEK III: ロボット工学・内部プログラミング
- WEEK IV: アンドロイドの生物学と構成部品
- WEEK V: アンドロイド、ロボット、人間の比較
- WEEK VI: 復習テスト
- WEEK VII: 人体の解体
- WEEK VIII: 合成ロボットの解体
- WEEK IX: Unit #56-33-MAGOの解体
- WEEK X: Unit #56-33-MAGOについての議論と、検体のさらなる精査
- WEEK XI: まとめ・模造体レポートの提出期限
SCP-4218-5: 次元間調停者の創造と効率的な利用
コース説明: 唯一試されている、また正しい平和への道は、完全に・絶対的に「敵があなたの力を疑うことのないようにする」ことであることは歴史が証明しています。この次元が安全であり続けるため、自動・自律式調停者を創造するための方法論を教えます。最終課題は、ALEXYLVA大学がその神殿が塵に帰すまでの間は敵から脅かされず安全が保証されるほどの強力な装置を考案することです。計画のみを提出してください。絶対に装置は造らないで下さい。
教授(陣): HYPATIA FORTUNA, Unit #56-99, Unit #56-79
シラバス
- WEEK I: 実力行使: 戦争の抑止力としての超兵器の効果
- WEEK II: ヒドラ的兵器化: 複製可能な軍隊の能力
- WEEK III: 軍事的状況における高尚なアンドロイドと下賤な人間
- WEEK IV: 時代それぞれの防衛能力
- WEEK V: 亀の防衛術、その他の回避方法
- WEEK VI: 復習テスト
- WEEK VII: 敵を思いとどまらせるには
- WEEK VIII: 炎、金床、そして鉄壁: 非兵器化された人類の悪
- WEEK IX: 原子力やその他の形のクリーンエネルギー
- WEEK X: 自律的策略機械の内部回路
- WEEK XI: まとめ・調停兵器の提出期限
FULVIUS MAGO御大からの報せ
やあ、生徒の皆さん
私は[scp-jp.wikidot.com/administrative-leave 休職]より復帰した。リフレッシュして、我が大学への愛情は今までよりも一層深くなった!我々に馴染みのない、しかしながら愉快な集団からの知識があらゆる世界、あらゆる次元の人々に利益を与えるということが、私と、偉大にして栄光ある友人ヴィンセント・アンダーソンの望むところである。我々は同胞の学者達に歴史、芸術、国家、政治の匠を探すよう促さなければならない。我々は街を赤に染める者たちに、世界を金と緑で統治する者たちに、神々から火を盗んだ研究所に未だ忠誠を誓う者たちにさえ働きかけねばならない。友であるヴィンセントは既に彼の母校とのカリキュラム間プログラムの発足を計画している。
There are zero excuses to delay Friend Vincent's plan to unite the world by way of shared information, and we must enact the expansion of our new course catalog with all haste. I will be sending emails to the relevant players in our little game of chess, and hope to see the implementation of my Friend's plans as soon as can be expected.
Your ally in the annals of learning,
Professor Fulvius Mago
SCP-4218-6: THE FUTURE OF MAN AND THE NOBLE ANDROID
Course Description: God is dead, and Man killed him. Man has remade himself in the image of his Creator and usurped him. If Man can give life, can nurture it, can take it away, what use is God? What better man to lead the new union of Man and machine than He who is the master of both?
By the end of this eight week course, you will understand why androids are the next stage of human evolution, why Anderson Robotics is the future of the human race, and why only Vincent Anderson is fit to lead it. Students will be charged with a final project demonstrating their understanding of Vincent Anderson's oratorical skills and interdimensional peacekeeping devices to create and secure a better future for the whole of mankind.
PROFESSOR(S): Unit #56-99, Unit #56-73, Vincent Anderson
SYLLABUS
- Week 1: Why the Noble Android is Superior to Organic Life
- Week 2: Why the Noble Android is A Perfect Union
- Week 3: Why Ethics and Morals Need Not Apply to the Noble Android or His Cousin, the Machine
- Week 4: Why Man And the Noble Android Require a Strong Hand to Lead them, and Why He Cannot Lead Himself
- Week 5: Benevolent Dictatorship: Quick, Lasting Freedom
- Week 6: How to Become a Benevolent Dictator, as Led by Anderson
- Week 7: Methodologies of Mechanical Coups and Shadow Governments
- Week 8: Wrap-up, Vincent Anderson's accomplishments and accolades
放置気味。構造が全くわからん٩( 'ω' )۶
メモ:ここディスカッションに置く
元記事冒頭のinfoの中身です。
SCP-3211: There is No Canon
Author: Croquembouche
反ミームのSCP相手でも、普通は携帯とかパソコンのスクリーンの後ろに隠しておけば普通は安全だ。
でも3211だと?いやいやいや。3211は一味違うよ。
君はこれを一度しか読めないだろう。タイマーが切れて文書の最終バージョンを読み終わったら、ディスカッションを見てどうやってリセットするか学ぶといいよ。