leaned back in my chair—well, throne, technically—and opened the System chat. The translucent blue interface flickered into existence, familiar and comforting in a world of stone walls, scrolls, and messengers who took days to deliver what a simple text message once carried in seconds.
[Alexander]:I miss my phone and all the modern technology.
Julius responded first, of course.
[Julius]:If I could have one thing from our old world, it would be indoor plumbing.
[Cleopatra]:I would kill for anesthesia. And antibiotics. And a working MRI machine. Honestly, everything.
[SunTzu]:I want a laptop. And Google.
A moment later:
[Darius]:I miss Netflix.
I snorted. Netflix. The most powerful spy in history misses binge‑watching.
But the moment of humor quickly faded. I typed again, more serious this time.
[Alexander]:On a more serious matter—at this rate, I think in only a few more years, we'll have the beginnings of the Foundation fully operational.
One by one, confirmation messages appeared.
[Cleopatra]:Medical wing prototypes are progressing. I can have early containment protocols established within three years.
[Julius]:Roman branch is almost ready. My influence is solid; a few more strategic marriages and alliances, and I can direct resources with minimal resistance.
[Darius]:Intelligence network expanding fast. Persia will be the information capital of the Foundation.
[SunTzu]:I am drafting organizational structure. A powerful empire is useless without strategy.
I smiled at that. Sun Tzu could make an army out of ten farmers armed with sticks and a donkey.
But now came the important part.
I typed slowly, letting the weight behind the words settle over the group.
[Alexander]:So—let's make our next plans.
A moment of silence followed. Then the chat lit up.
[SunTzu]:Phase Two: Integration. We must begin linking our territories, our influence, and our subordinates. A unified chain of command.
[Julius]:Phase Two-A: Covert recruitment. We must identify future assets—people with ambition, talent, or potential for loyalty. The earlier they are shaped, the better.
[Cleopatra]:Phase Two-B: Infrastructure. We need secure transport routes, hidden facilities, and reliable communication. And more trained personnel.
[Darius]:Phase Two-C: Surveillance. We need eyes on everything—religious movements, political factions, suspicious anomalies, anything supernatural.
And finally, I added the piece none of them wanted to say:
[Alexander]:Phase Three: Preparing for SCP emergence.
The chat went quiet again.
They all knew I was right.
The God who reincarnated us wouldn't stay patient forever.SCPs would appear.And when they did, we needed to be ready—not for ancient wars, but for cosmic threats, reality-bending anomalies, and nightmares that defied sanity.
After a full minute, Cleopatra typed:
[Cleopatra]:Then let's begin Phase Two immediately.
[Julius]:Agreed.
[Darius]:My operatives are ready.
[SunTzu]:War is inevitable. Preparation is survival.
I closed the chat and took a steady breath.
The ancient world was changing—shifting, evolving, bending subtly toward something new. Something impossible. Something dangerous.
The SCP Foundation was no longer just an idea.
It was becoming real.
And we were racing the clock.