 Dr. Northrop scratched his ear nervously, and tried not to wonder whose mannerism he was imitating. As the senior staff, Bright and Wrights and Kondraki and, oh god, Clef, and Crow and Gerald and Gears and Light and even Snorlaxon, filed into the conference room and took their seats, he could not help but compare what he knew about them with what he had learned. Thank you for coming, gentlemen, and ladies, and Dr. Crow. I'm sorry to disturb you all, but get on with it, Northrop. Someone was a Kondraki, snapped. Northrop winced, took a deep breath, and continued. Yes, Dr. Kondraki, of course. Sorry, I've called you all here because of some very disturbing results from Project Turtledove, results which I feel may have significant repercussions for us, not for the world or for humanity, but for us specifically. The people in this, this room, Dr. Gerald's brow furrowed, Turtledove, Turtledove. That's the alternate timeline one, right? Yes, it, working with Geffard to expand our network eloquenously so that we can connect to another timeline's internet and pierce their foundation files. Yes, sorry, Northrop. I could tell you're going to have trouble with that one. Snorlaxon finished kindly. Northrop winced again. Uh, yes. Now, for the alternate timeline RZNH 517 slash 6, we experienced some significant difficulty in locating that timeline's version of the foundation. Their internet in that timeline is quite, quite ubiquitous. And the absence of media reports on interactions with, with eucalypt level entities is, well, we thought it a definitive indication that that timeline has an ICP foundation to take care of these problems. But none of the standard domain names were in use. Our dedicated IP blocks were, were unallocated. And then I, then I found it. If you'll consult the flash drives I prepared beforehand, you'll see the, oh God, you'll see the entire content of their foundation site. Northrop held his breath while the others pointed and clicked their way through the files after a moment's silence. Clef spoke up. Is this some sort of joke? He spat angrily. No, sir, it's quite serious. Bullshit. Their version of the foundation is hosting its website on a public wiki farm. Yes, sir, they are, and it gets worse. It gets a lot worse, sir. Gears raised his hands. Yes, Dr. Gears. Thank you, Dr. Northrop. By worse, are you referring to the notice on the website's front page, which tells casual visitors how they can join the SCP foundation? Brights now to attention. They what? Northrop winced. That's part of it. But hey, I thought you said these were the entire contents of the website. Northrop blinked at the interruption. Yes, Dr. writes the whole the whole contents of their site and their their forums, which then why do we only have centered versions of their documents? That's I please, sir, ma'am, I'm I'm getting to that. Right, sat back down, muttering. Thank you, Dr. writes, ma'am. Sir, yes, as I was saying for for the timeline are Zain H 517 slash six. One of the first anomalies we notice is that their their SCP foundation has its its site in public with their files open to the public. And as Dr. Gears pointed out, a join us link on their front their front page. Our initial reaction to to such a catastrophic security breach was, well, frankly, we thought they were being idiots, but we didn't care. They're not not us. They're just our alochronous equivalents. But there are some some significant problems with that. Uh, Project Turtledove is our our goal is to to learn from the alochronous database and so we can drag he grumbled menacingly. Their files are the same as ours, nor third finished hastily. Crow's doggy head tilted and his ear croaked upwards. I noticed that they have a lot of entries that seem familiar, but surely they're not identical. I'm I'm afraid they, Dr. Crow, sir, there's nothing in their SP files that's not also in ours with the same wording. Exactly the same down to the the typos. And, sir, they even use the same numbering as us, but just the same. The the same numbering system, but the actual the actual SAP numbers are exactly the same as as ours for every entry. There was a long silence. That's impossible, Clef said. They they must be running a Project Turtledove of their own. Gears raised his hand. Clef said, what is it, Gears? I do apologize, Dr. Clef, but I must point out that even within a more mundane paradigm of reality, such an occurrence would not be impossible. It is only a mathematical improbability, albeit one which is quite literally more than astronomical. You are correct, however, in that it is considerably more probable that our Alucronus equivalents are running a Project Turtledove of their own. Condraki got off his chair. So that's it, then. Looks like a major security breach from an alternate timeline, but it's actually just us reading over our own shoulders. Nothing to worry about, and we can leave now, right? I'm I'm sorry, Dr. Condraki, but there's more. Condraki sat down again for sake. OK, Northrop. What else do you want to tell us about alternate timeline? Are they an age? Whatever Northrop closed his eyes, chose his next five words very carefully so as to avoid stammering. And then spoke, I don't think we're real. To be continued. And a file to learn more about the SCP Foundation. Subscribe to SCP orientation today and turn the notification bell on so you don't miss any of our videos.