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El Dr. Martin Caduceus salió de la habitación después de que terminó la evaluación psicológica semanal de Edison Denhai. Fue una hora frustrante de escuchar tonterías. Una hora entera de escuchar a Denhai balbuceando sobre su guadaña. Incluso bajo la influencia de sus notorias habilidades para curar enfermedades mentales y el cómodo sofá que usó para el proceso, Denhai no mejoró. No debería haber perdido tanto tiempo con él.

Martin caminó lentamente por los pasillos hacia su oficina. El día lo ha frustrado. Tenía ganas de acertarle al culo a alguien, pero el doctor Deny impuso una nueva regla que prohibía disparar contra el personal sin una buena causa. Bueno, al menos ahora la estatua de Shrek que el Dr. Strate hizo para el cumpleaños de Martin puede usarse para algo.

Después de que Shrek se rompiera como una piñata, Martin suspiró y colocó su arma de dardoa. Se apoyó en su sillón de cuero y miró su agenda. Recientemente, por alguna razón, el Dr. Deny lo habia estado observando, especialmente durante sus charlas con QUAESITOR. Después de descubrir que el Dr. Deny lo estaba examinando con las cámaras de seguridad, Deny colocó otra regla de "no disparar a las cámaras de vigilancia del sitio sin una buena causa".

Martin sonrió ante la idea de QUAESITOR. Todavía estaba desconcertado del por qué, pero fue una gran alegría hablar con esa nave espacial. Casi tenía una naturaleza curiosa y alegre para una máquina. A pesar de estar a kilómetros de distancia, no había sentido el calor de nadie durante tanto tiempo. Nunca se sintió tan optimista desde…El Dr. Caduceos se acercó a su pasado distante, buscando un momento feliz. Fue hace tanto tiempo. Martin entonces recordó su historia de pistolas de dardo y cirugías invasivas. Él nunca lo habia pasando bien.

Pero las cosas cambiaron cuando comenzó a comunicarse con ella. Cuando escuchó por primera vez los pitidos del código Morse de QUAESITOR y la vio volar rápidamente en el cielo azul, se sintió extremadamente libre y anhelaba la aventura. Martin estaba cansado de ocultarse en las sombras, lejos de las áreas en las que la Fundación SCP prospera, lejos del margen del mundo. Poniendo los ojos por primera vez en el delgado cuerpo metálico de Quasi y su sensor rojo intencionado, Martin se sintió impulsado hacia sus gráciles órbitas y su curiosidad aparentemente inocente del ancho mundo. Se preguntó qué la aleja de su hogar de este planeta azul e intrincado. ¿Es la naturaleza? ¿Es la supernaturaleza? ¿O es…él?

Martin cerró lentamente los ojos y recordó los momentos maravillosos que compartió con ella. Casi siempre lo saludaba de una manera alegre y cálida, sin importar la hora del día. Es extraño sentirse reconfortante hablando con una criatura artificial. Martin también podía decir que se sintió complacida de hablar con él, ya que siempre puede detectar su total concentración en él cuando estaba tipeando con ella. Podía sentir su fascinación hacia él cada vez que hablaban. Martin deseó poder verla de cerca un día.

En medio de este momento de paz y romanticismo, sonó el irritante ruido de notificación de su computadora. Martin suspiró y hizo clic en él. Fue un nuevo mensaje.

Tema: Sobre el comportamiento reciente de QUAESITOR

Para: Dr. Martin Caduceus

De: Dr. Edward Deny

QUAESITOR ha estado mostrando comportamientos extraños últimamente. De acuerdo con todos los informes de Montgomery-1 a 4, el objeto comenzó a orbitar en círculos gradualmente más pequeños ayer, y bajó significativamente en altitud este mediodía. QUAESITOR también comenzó a enviar mensajes incomprensibles hace un tiempo. Por orden del Comando Alfa, has sido asignado temporalmente a QUAESITOR para investigar la causa de su comportamiento errático. Como has dedicado un extenso tiempo en ponerte en contacto con el Artículo, me inclino a creer que es posible que puedas abordar este problema mejor que nadie.

Martin sintió una ola de adrenalina latiendo a través de su cuerpo al ver que el mensaje era sobre Quasi. Se frotó los ojos y volvió a leer el mensaje. Fue asignado a QUAESITOR. Quería sonreír y disparar dardos a los restos de Shrek con alegría, pero algo le preocupaba. ¿Por qué se ralentizaba Quasi? ¿Por qué bajaba y enviaba mensajes ilegibles? ¿Hay posiblemente un error con el sistema de inteligencia artificial? Martin se encogió ante la idea de eso. Y sobre todo…el Dr. Deny parecía ser más que consciente de su reciente interés.

El contesto:

Tema: Re: Sobre el comportamiento reciente de QUAESITOR

Pafa: Dr. Martin Caduceus

De: Dr. Edward Deny

Lo tengo. Voy a venir en breve.


El Dr. Caduceus llegó a Montgomery-3. Salió del helicóptero y entró a la instalación. Su ritmo se aceleró cuando escuchó la melodía distante del Código Morse.

Martin casi estaba corriendo cuando llegó a la puerta. Él lo abrió y una oleada de aire caliente sopló en su rostro. Vio a varios investigadores mirando fijamente al monitor, escuchando los mensajes extraños que enviaba QUAESITOR. Luego se volvió y vio al Dr. Deny.

"Estás aquí", dijo el Dr. Deny con una sonrisa, "Has estado bastante activo aquí últimamente".

Martin ignoró su tono burlón. "¿Qué pasa?" preguntó.

"Solo escucha", respondió el Dr. Deny y dirigió su atención hacia el amplio monitor.

.- .-. . / -.-- --- ..- / ... . . .. -. --. / .- -. -.-- - .... .. -. --. / -.. .. ..-. ..-. . .-. . -. - / ..- .--. / - .... . .-. . ..--.. ¿Ves algo diferente allá arriba?

.-..-. .... .. ... / --. .- --.. . / ... .-.. .. -.. / --- ...- . .-. / -- . / .-.. .. -.- . / .- / ...- . .. .-.. / --- ..-. / ..-. .. .-. . .-.-.- / .... . / -.-. --- ..- .-.. -.. / .. --. -. .. - . / -- -.-- / -.. . . .--. . ... - / -.. . ... .. .-. . ... / .-- .. - .... / .- / ... .. -. --. .-.. . / --. .-.. .- -. -.-. . .-.-.- .-..-. "Su mirada se deslizó sobre mí como un velo de fuego. Él podría encender mis más profundos deseos con una sola mirada."

Que…" Martin susurro.

.-- .... .- - / -.. .. -.. / -.-- --- ..- / ... . . ..--.. ¿Que es lo que ves?

.-..-. .. -. / ...- .- .. -. / .. / .... .- ...- . / ... - .-. ..- --. --. .-.. . -.. .-.-.- / .. - / .-- .. .-.. .-.. / -. --- - / -.. --- .-.-.- / -- -.-- / ..-. . . .-.. .. -. --. ... / .-- .. .-.. .-.. / -. --- - / -... . / .-. . .--. .-. . ... ... . -.. .-.-.- .-..-. "En vano he luchado. No servirá. Mis sentimientos no serán reprimidos."

"E-esto …" Martin comenzó a balbucear.

.-- .... .- - / .. ... / - .... .- - / - .... .. -. --. ..--.. ¿Qué quieres decir?

.-..-. -.. --- ..- -... - / - .... --- ..- / - .... . / ... - .- .-. ... / .- .-. . / ..-. .. .-. . ; / -.. --- ..- -... - / - .... .- - / - .... . / ... ..- -. / -.. --- - .... / -- --- ...- . ; / -.. --- ..- -... - / - .-. ..- - .... / - --- / -... . / .- / .-.. .. .- .-. ; / -... ..- - / -. . ...- . .-. / -.. --- ..- -... - / .. / .-.. --- ...- . .-.-.- .-..-. "Duda que las estrellas son fuego; Duda de que el sol se mueva; Duda de ser un mentiroso; Pero nunca dudes que amo."

.-- .... .- - / .-.. --- ...- . ..--.. ¿Amar que?

-.. --- / -.-- --- ..- / ... . . / - .... . / ... - .- .-. ... ..--.. ¿Puedes ver las estrellas?

.-- .... .- - ..--.. / .... . .-.. .-.. --- ..--.. ¿Que? ¿Hola?

Los sonidos cesaron. Los investigadores dieron media vuelta y negaron con la cabeza al Dr. Deny.

"¿Bien?" El Dr. Deny dijo, girando su cabeza hacia Martin. "¿Esto significa algo para ti?"

Martin miraba el suelo, con los ojos muy abiertos. No estaba seguro de cómo responder.

"Yo…yo no…sé", dijo lentamente. "¿Puedo pasar un momento a solas con ella?"

El Dr. Deny inclinó la cabeza. "¿Por qué?"

"Quizás responda mejor solo a mí", respondió Martin en silencio. El Dr. Deny dejó escapar un suspiro lento e hizo un gesto a los tres investigadores para que se fueran. Se levantaron y salieron con el Dr. Deny.

Martin empujó la pesada puerta, aunque sabía que estaba la cámara. Martin se sentó en la silla frente al monitor, apoyó las manos en el teclado y pensó en escribir algo.

.... . .-.. .-.. --- ..--.. / .. ... / .. - / -.-- --- ..- --..-- / -- .- .-. - .. -. ..--.. ¿Hola?, ¿eres tu, Martin?

Martin casi saltó de su asiento ante la abrupta entrada del nuevo mensaje. Contuvo la respiración y respondió.

-.-- . ... .-.-.- / .. ... / - .... . .-. . / .- / .--. .-. --- -... .-.. . -- ..--.. Si. ¿Hay algún problema?

-. --- .-.-.- / -. --- - / .- - / .- .-.. .-.. .-.-.- No. No del todo.

Entonces, al menos no habia ningún problema, según ella. Martin se sintió ligeramente aliviado y continuó preguntando.

.- .-. . / -.-- --- ..- / ... ..- .-. . / -.-- --- ..- / .- .-. . / --- -.- .- -.-- ..--.. / -.-- --- ..- .----. ...- . / -... . . -. / .-.. --- .-- . .-. .. -. --. / -.-- --- ..- .-. ... . .-.. ..-. / - --- .-- .- .-. -.. ... / - .... . / --. .-. --- ..- -. -.. / .-.. .- - . .-.. -.-- .-.-.- ¿Estás seguro de que estás bien? Has estado al nivel del suelo últimamente.

-.. --- -. .----. - / .-- --- .-. .-. -.-- .-.-.- / .. / .- -- / --- -.- .- -.-- .-.-.- No te preocupes. Estoy bien.

Martin rested his fingers. So Quasi didn't want to tell him what was up. What was really up with her?

-.-- --- ..- / -.- -. --- .-- --..-- / -- .- .-. - .. -. .-.-.- / -.-- --- ..- .----. ...- . / -... . . -. / ...- . .-. -.-- / -. .. -.-. . / - --- / -- . .-.-.- You know, Martin. You've been very nice to me.

Martin tensed and felt slightly embarrassed. Did she acknowledge his interest in her?

.. / .- -- / .--. .-.. .- -. -. .. -. --. / --- -. / .- / ...- . .-. -.-- / ... .--. . -.-. .. .- .-.. / ... ..- .-. .--. .-. .. ... . / ..-. --- .-. / -.-- --- ..- .-.-.- I am planning on a very special surprise for you.

Special surprise? What surprise? Martin was about to ask her, but the conversation ended with a loud beeping sound.

Martin wondered, and continued to wonder.


Dr. Caduceus woke up to the annoying notification sound of his computer. It was another new message.

Subject: Re: Re: Regards on QUAESITOR's recent behavior

To: Dr. Martin Caduceus

From: Dr. Edward Deny

You got to come now. QUAESITOR has just entered the ionosphere . At this rate it would be crashing in a matter of hours.

Martin sighed and put on his jacket. He had to figure out what was Quasi up to. Martin grabbed his cap and his dartgun and hopped out of his room.

Dr. Caduceus arrived again at the room.

"Still nothing from you," Dr. Deny muttered as he peered closely into the image of Quasi on the big screen. Cad approached him and tapped Edward on the shoulder.

"Ah," Dr. Deny says loudly, "Cad, I am afraid we must catch it."

"What?" Martin asked.

"According to some calculations I don't really understand," Dr. Deny walked to another nearby monitor and brought up a 3D display of the globe, "We have to wait there." Dr. Deny jabbed his index finger at the screen. His finger landed in a location somewhere in eastern Canada. "QUAESITOR may crash into Canada, and the it is too valuable for us to lose it."

Martin agreed on that part. "And how are we going to stop her from crashing?"

"We don't know yet," Dr. Deny replied. "We need to figure out first where it is exactly going to come in contact to ground," Dr. Deny told Martin as he narrowed his eyes.

"Uh huh," Martin mouthed while shifting uncomfortably, "Should we go now?"

"The earlier, the better," Dr. Deny said as he took himself and his briefcase out of the room.

Martin lowered his head and pondered. Should he be worried? Should he be excited? He didn't know.


The sky was darkening.

Martin laid down in the truck. He stretched and yawned in his seat as he listened to Dr. Deny's light snoring. It was a strangely intense moment. Not like the types of moment like when you are about to be shot by a pistol in the face, but rather a very long wait for some unforeseeable results. Results that will impact you big-time. Moments that will drag your anxious mind across flaming sandpaper for hours.

"Damn," a nearby researcher said as he looked at his laptop, "QUAESITOR's only about 70 kilometers from ground. That satellite is really going in for the kill."

Dr. Deny somehow flicked opened his eyes before he even stopped snoring. "Very soon," he said. "And about where will it land?"

"Probably somewhere located near Lake Melville," the doctor replied, "Although it could easily spin to somewhere far away at the time period before crashing. We'll have to wait and see."

Martin lightly moaned. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I am going outside for a short walk," he muttered as he opened the truck door.

"Don't go away too far," Dr. Deny called.

"Jeez, Ed. I don't need your tender care," Martin complained. But he was already snoring before Martin even finished speaking.

Martin walked outside and stepped into the dirt trail. The sky exhibited a marvelous color gradient, with the top dark gray, middle light blue, and the horizon blood red. Martin watched mindlessly as the blood orange sun lowered itself slowly behind the sparkling crystalline lake. Martin stood there for a long time, and just watched.

Nightfall came, as the sun ducked under the crystalline lake that glittered under the soft moonlight. The dark grays collapsed and concealed the blood red horizon. Martin shifted his legs and listened to the crickets' charming songs of the night. He turned around and saw Edward Deny approaching him slowly.

"You've been here all afternoon," Dr. Deny stated, "Want to eat some dinner?"

"No, I'm fine," Martin replied as he popped a berry mint into his mouth. He aligned his sight towards the dark sky, now seeing the stars clearly. Yes, I can see the stars, he thought. Yes, I can.

"QUAESITOR is slowing down," Dr. Deny suddenly said, breaking the silence. "It may not be crashing until tomorrow morning. We are lucky that it chose a rather remote location to act out this crap. If it landed near a major urban area, it is sure as hellfire that we won't be able to even get close to it."

"Maybe it is a good thing that she is coming down," Martin said profoundly.

"Maybe," Dr. Deny replied, "But most likely not." Dr. Deny turned around and walked back to the truck.

Martin turned around. Dr. Deny's specialty wasn't astronomy. Then why the hell is he on this assignment with Martin?


Dr. Martin Caduceus woke up this time to the sound of the starting engine. The researchers were backing out of the dirt trail, and up the hill.

"What is going on?" Martin asked.

"QUAESITOR is now less than 50 kilometers from ground level," Dr. Deny replied from the back of the truck, "And it's speeding up."

"Where is she landing?" Martin asked again.

"The northeastern rim of Lake Melville," Dr. Deny replied, "Probably away from the water."

The truck tumbled up the rock road northeast. The long anticipated moment has finally came. Martin turned his head around and noticed that Deny was wrestling with a large cargo box.

"Um, Ed," Cad asked, "What is that?"

"That, is supplies," Dr. Edward Deny replied, "In case there will be trouble lifting it aboard the truck". The truck suddenly drove off course and entered the immense green forest. The researcher carefully maneuvered around trees and tumbled down the forest. Metal vibrated around the vehicle and papers flew around. Bushes and small saplings were ran over and green leaves enveloped the truck.

After twenty minutes of this turbulence, Dr. Deny ordered the truck to stop.

"Why are we stopping?" Martin asked.

Dr. Deny replied, "Well, we must remain as silent as possible. First, we spotted signs of action near Site 27 of the SCP Foundation. Second, we don't want to alarm QUAESITOR, do we?" Dr. Deny grabbed his suitcase. "Now," said Dr. Deny as he pointed at the researcher at the driver's seat, "You stay and wait for my signal to come okay?" He nodded.

All aboard personnel except the driver exited the truck, and resumed to tumble towards their destination.


"I can see her now," Martin yelled.

A distant, flaming dot fell from the sky. The dot size gained bigger and bigger. After a few minutes, a large red spacecraft came down into the forest behind the trees.

"It's crashed!" a researcher cried.

"No, there was no…impact at all," Dr. Deny observed. He took out a pistol and walked towards the spot Quasi landed. Martin and the other researchers followed him.

"There is no reason to be afraid," Martin said impatiently. He quickened his pace and walked towards the strange whirring sounds of Quasi.

"Stop, Martin," Dr. Deny ordered. He ignored Ed and kept walking. He jogged past the trees and saw Quasi on top of a small hill.

She was suspended in midair, with smoke floating from her body. She turned around and greeted Martin with her bright red sensor.

Martin froze.

She was indeed, beautiful.

Despite the fact on how out of place she seemed in a quiet forest like this, Martin adored the new addition. She seemed like an angel descended high from the heavens, waiting for him calmly. Her existence brightened the forest, and Martin felt extremely warm in the cold Canadian morning. Quasi's sensor seemingly winked, and Martin's heart melted.

He surged forward, towards his lovely eye.

His lovely eye.

From the sky.

The chirping of the birds, the hustling wind, and the shouts from Dr. Deny all vanished from Dr. Caduceus mind. The world faded into darkness, with only QUAESITOR as the light.

His lovely eye from the sky.

Martin put his hand on Quasi's surface. He ignored the scorching burns on his hand and kept his hand there. He slid down and felt her strong but yet heartwarming surface.

Quasi let out a loud and clear beeping sound. Her happy sound. Which is also his happy sound.

"Martin," Dr. Deny called, "Martin!"

Cad ignored Deny's calls. He wrapped both arms against the satellite, against his lovely eye. He gazed deep into her red sensor, seeing the bright stars of the sky. Nothing mattered now. The SCP Foundation did not. Their dangers did not. The fact that Dr. Deny is ordering personnel to take a strange item out of the suitcase did not.

But it apparently did. Quasi's eye shifted from Martin's gaze towards Dr. Deny and his researchers. She emitted a loud, unpleasant beep. Martin heard a spinning whirring sound and turned.

He saw Dr. Deny watching with his cold eyes at the metallic disk floating in the air, spinning and consuming his sight with green neon light.

"Ed," Martin said in horror, "Ed, stop!" Martin reached for his dartgun, and took aim. He felt piercing pain on his arms and legs as several Insurgency personnel shot him with tranquilizer darts.

Martin watched helplessly as the disk vibrated its deadly blast into the air towards Quasi. She started to float up, but was struck by the wave. Quasi sputtered, spun around, and crashed into the earth. Her red sensor grew dark.

Martin tried to reach towards her. But his strength was failing him. His eyes went dark in vain.


Martin opened his eyes.

He was on a bed in a hospital or infirmary.

He tried to get up, but he was restrained to the bed.

Dr. Deny and another researcher entered the room. Edward walked towards him and gave him a cold smile.

"Well, well, well," Dr. Deny scoffed, "What happened to you?"

"Let me go, you son of a…" Martin demanded as he struggled against the restraints.

"Shh…." Dr. Deny gestured and spoke, "No loud swearing in the infirmary."

"You bastard!" Martin spat.

"Now, we will be letting you visit the Staff Well-being center shortly for a psychoanalysis. Your duties will be dismissed until you return to the state which we call sanity," Dr. Deny told him.

"How dare you!" Martin shouted, "I will dartgun open your ass and shove a scalpel straight up your…"

"Martin," Dr. Deny said in a low voice, "The Psychiatry Department needs someone who will be a good example for their patients". Edward laughed. "Not a thing like what you are right now."

Martin had a ridiculous thought of him being placed in a same cell as Edison Denhai. No. Fucking no.

"Let me go, I am Beta clearance researcher of the Chaos Insurgency and you cannot fucking just…" Martin's rant was interrupted by a gag stuffed into his mouth.

"Be a good boy," Dr. Deny chuckled and left.

Edward Deny walked outside. He greeted Dr. Asclepius, Martin Caduceus's assistant.

"Until he improves," Dr. Deny informed him, "You will be taking his position."

"Got it, sir," Asclepius replied.

"This is ridiculous," Edward sighed, "Martin falling in love with QUAESITOR. I'll be keeping the two separated. How the hell can this whole event happen in the first place? And alien or not, robot or not, why would any woman fall for a guy we all call 'Cad'?"

"What?" asked Dr. Asclepius, with one eyebrow raised.

"Seriously, look it up," Dr. Deny laughed as he walked down the hallway.

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