WEBVTT Kind: captions Language: en 00:00:00.000 --> 00:00:04.140 Foundation Field agents draw their handguns,  aiming them at the Woman and the hapless   00:00:04.140 --> 00:00:10.800 intern. Those fools have no idea how dangerous the  coffee machine is - They could print a biological   00:00:10.800 --> 00:00:15.660 weapon that could wipe out half the globe.  A volatile chemical that could explode and   00:00:15.660 --> 00:00:20.880 take out half the block. Or some monstrous,  gelatinous creature, that could slither out   00:00:20.880 --> 00:00:25.200 of the coffee cup and become an XK-Class End of  the World scenario by the end of the afternoon. 00:00:25.200 --> 00:00:29.580 The Field Agents thought that the Woman  and the Intern were plain stupid to be   00:00:29.580 --> 00:00:34.380 messing with a device this powerful. Little  did they know, the duo were actually much,   00:00:34.380 --> 00:00:39.660 much more stupid than that, as the Woman’s handbag  full of sloshing, black printer ink would imply. 00:00:40.440 --> 00:00:44.400 But could one final cup from SCP-294 - A bubbling,   00:00:44.400 --> 00:00:48.480 green cup of mysterious liquid -  save them from the pair of ruthless   00:00:48.480 --> 00:00:53.160 advancing Foundation field agents, or would  it make everything catastrophically worse? 00:00:53.760 --> 00:00:58.200 And to think, it’d all been so  normal just a few hours ago… 00:00:58.200 --> 00:00:59.040 * 00:00:59.040 --> 00:01:01.200 The Intern tells her that they’re being watched. 00:01:01.200 --> 00:01:06.000 The whisper came from behind the Woman’s shoulder  so suddenly that she spilled the stack of papers   00:01:06.000 --> 00:01:10.860 piled high in her trembling arms. Every office  drone in every cubicle turns to look at her at   00:01:10.860 --> 00:01:16.560 the same time, like a swarm of drab zombies. Only  instead of getting up to come and eat her brains,   00:01:16.560 --> 00:01:19.860 they all start tutting and muttering  to themselves passive-aggressively. 00:01:20.520 --> 00:01:24.540 The Woman spins around and glares at the  Intern. He’s way up in her personal space,   00:01:24.540 --> 00:01:29.100 with wide anxious eyes that dart all  around the office. He dives behind   00:01:29.100 --> 00:01:31.260 a fake plant and beckons for her to join him. 00:01:31.800 --> 00:01:35.820 She does not. She simply asks,  annoyed, who’s watching them. 00:01:36.780 --> 00:01:41.700 She doesn’t bother keeping her voice down which  only panics the Intern more. He shushes her,   00:01:41.700 --> 00:01:46.020 grabs her arm, and drags her behind the  plant too. She barely knows this kid,   00:01:46.020 --> 00:01:49.740 had one awkward interaction with him  in the break room a week ago where he   00:01:49.740 --> 00:01:55.020 talked at her about something called Battlestar  Galactica, and since then, he’d latched onto her. 00:01:55.020 --> 00:01:59.220 Every meeting she went into, he’d  sit beside her. Every lunch break,   00:01:59.220 --> 00:02:03.120 he’d happen to be in the elevator with her  as well. She’s getting real sick of it. 00:02:03.120 --> 00:02:06.660 He tells her that it’s not safe.  That they need to go to the basement. 00:02:07.740 --> 00:02:12.780 He said the word “basement” like it was some  kind of government classified secret. She has   00:02:12.780 --> 00:02:17.100 absolutely no desire to go down there  with him, but annoyingly she has to go   00:02:17.100 --> 00:02:20.580 down there to mail a letter. The Woman  stands and turns to the room at large. 00:02:20.580 --> 00:02:23.460 He manages to jump through the closing doors   00:02:23.460 --> 00:02:26.580 behind her and starts wringing his  hands nervously as they descend. 00:02:27.360 --> 00:02:31.380 The doors open, he checks that the coast  is clear and then takes off quickly down   00:02:31.380 --> 00:02:36.600 the corridor. Refusing to be a part of this whole  charade, the Woman walks extra slowly behind him. 00:02:37.320 --> 00:02:41.820 The basement’s dusty. No one ever really  comes down here anymore. All it is is one   00:02:41.820 --> 00:02:45.360 long corridor with the elevator on  one side with some emergency stairs,   00:02:45.360 --> 00:02:50.100 and a coffee machine on the other. Halfway  along, there’s a trash can and a mail chute.   00:02:50.100 --> 00:02:54.360 That’s it. It seems like the cleaners don’t  even really bother with this part of the office. 00:02:55.140 --> 00:02:59.280 The pair of them stop by the coffee machine,  the Woman leaning against it with arms folded,   00:02:59.280 --> 00:03:01.320 the Intern running nervous hands through his hair. 00:03:01.320 --> 00:03:04.920 ‘We’ve been… infiltrated.’ 00:03:04.920 --> 00:03:09.840 The Woman laughs at how seriously this kid  is taking his little conspiracy. Infiltrated?   00:03:09.840 --> 00:03:14.700 They work for an asset distribution and holding  logistics company. Even she doesn’t really know   00:03:14.700 --> 00:03:19.020 what they do here. What could anyone possibly  hope to gain through infiltrating this place? 00:03:19.020 --> 00:03:24.300 The Intern nods his head sideways so subtly she  totally misses it the first time around. He does   00:03:24.300 --> 00:03:30.360 it again, more obviously. The coffee machine?  He’s nodding at the coffee machine, like a maniac. 00:03:31.020 --> 00:03:35.400 The Woman strides off back towards the elevator,  tossing her letter down the mail chute as she   00:03:35.400 --> 00:03:40.620 goes. The Intern is calling out after her,  babbling away about covert agents, hidden cameras,   00:03:40.620 --> 00:03:45.660 and corporate espionage. She just lets him talk  as she hits the button to call the elevator. 00:03:45.660 --> 00:03:48.360 In a desperate attempt, he seems to change tac,   00:03:48.360 --> 00:03:50.580 asking her if he can get her  a drink from the machine. 00:03:51.120 --> 00:03:55.380 She laughs. There isn’t a drink in the world that  will convince her to entertain this conversation. 00:03:56.160 --> 00:03:58.500 The elevator arrives, the doors slide open. 00:03:58.500 --> 00:04:00.840 The Intern says that there has to be something. 00:04:01.740 --> 00:04:06.780 The Woman looks back at the Intern. For some  reason, he looks genuinely serious in his offer.   00:04:06.780 --> 00:04:11.820 She lets a dry smile spread across her face.  She asks for Lemonade. Freshly pressed,   00:04:11.820 --> 00:04:17.160 homemade, from her hometown in Arizona. Two  spoonfuls of sugar. Ice and a sprig of mint. 00:04:17.820 --> 00:04:22.440 But to her surprise, as she steps into the  elevator, the Intern seems to take the whole   00:04:22.440 --> 00:04:25.980 set of instructions in his stride, punching  them into a keypad on the coffee machine.   00:04:26.640 --> 00:04:30.120 The Woman hits the button for her floor just  as the drink starts pouring out of the machine   00:04:30.120 --> 00:04:34.740 into a paper cup. That’s strange, it  does look like lemonade from here. 00:04:36.000 --> 00:04:40.560 A sprig of mint drops onto it as the doors  start closing. The Intern snatches up the   00:04:40.560 --> 00:04:45.300 cup and rushes across to her, but he’s too far  away. The doors are closing, closing, closing. 00:04:45.300 --> 00:04:50.700 The Woman jams a foot in the door, and they  open back up again. The panting Intern stands   00:04:50.700 --> 00:04:57.060 in front of her, holding out the cup. Large ice  cubes, a light fizz, and a sprig of mint. No way. 00:04:57.060 --> 00:05:03.240 She takes a sip, and a wave of nostalgia  washes over her, memories of childhood summers,   00:05:03.240 --> 00:05:06.600 of a world happier and brighter  than this one, full of laughter,   00:05:06.600 --> 00:05:12.240 joy, and beauty. Where grass tickled between her  toes, the summer breeze gently cooled her back,   00:05:12.240 --> 00:05:16.080 and the sun lit up the world  before her with warmth and hope. 00:05:16.740 --> 00:05:21.300 The Woman looks up at the Intern, surprise  on her face. That is, without question,   00:05:21.300 --> 00:05:24.060 hand-pressed lemonade from  her hometown in Arizona.   00:05:24.960 --> 00:05:28.980 How had he done that? Did that  coffee machine really stock lemonade? 00:05:29.940 --> 00:05:33.180 She marches over to it and stares  at the machine, taking in all the   00:05:33.180 --> 00:05:37.980 details. To all intents and purposes, it  looks like any other coffee machine. It’s   00:05:37.980 --> 00:05:42.240 just a regular old silver and black box that  you’d find in dreary offices across America.   00:05:43.200 --> 00:05:48.360 Except actually, there is something  strange about it. It has a keyboard. Not   00:05:48.360 --> 00:05:51.960 just a number pad but a full-size QWERTY  keyboard with an enter key right there. 00:05:51.960 --> 00:05:57.000 The screen simply says; Enter your order  now. The Intern is at her shoulder,   00:05:57.000 --> 00:06:01.380 still glancing nervously back along  the corridor. No one’s here… yet. 00:06:02.160 --> 00:06:06.240 Feeling a little ridiculous but unable to  deny the cup of lemonade in her pocket,   00:06:06.240 --> 00:06:08.820 the Woman types out the  first drink she can think of. 00:06:08.820 --> 00:06:10.020 Coffee. 00:06:10.860 --> 00:06:14.640 The Intern laughs at such a boring request,  and tells her to use her imagination. 00:06:15.420 --> 00:06:20.700 So she does. It takes a while, she hasn’t  used her imagination in years. Working in   00:06:20.700 --> 00:06:24.660 a place like this, there’s little reason  to ever get it out of its cage. After a   00:06:24.660 --> 00:06:28.200 few seconds of thought, the most  exotic thing she can think of is… 00:06:28.980 --> 00:06:30.300 Vanilla Milkshake 00:06:30.960 --> 00:06:35.700 She hits the enter key. Immediately a paper  cup drops into place, and out of the nozzle   00:06:35.700 --> 00:06:41.580 pours a thick milky liquid with tiny black  flecks in it. She takes a sniff, takes a sip,   00:06:41.580 --> 00:06:47.100 and then takes a gulp. That’s a milkshake, no  two ways about it. And a pretty good one at that. 00:06:47.760 --> 00:06:51.720 She laughs and turns to the Intern. This is  the most fun thing to happen in this office   00:06:51.720 --> 00:06:55.800 since Keanu Reeves almost came into the lobby  but then realized he was in the wrong place.   00:06:56.520 --> 00:06:59.820 She’ll have to tell everyone about this  upstairs, it’ll be the talk of the office! 00:07:00.600 --> 00:07:04.980 But the Intern grabs her arm as she goes to  leave and pulls her back. There’s a very serious   00:07:04.980 --> 00:07:09.540 expression on his face. Without a word, he pulls  her back over to the machine and starts typing. 00:07:10.260 --> 00:07:10.980 Gasoline 00:07:11.820 --> 00:07:16.860 Without hesitation, a new cup appears and out  pours a shimmering fluid that hits the Woman’s   00:07:16.860 --> 00:07:22.320 nose so quickly she can identify it straight  away. Covering her nose, she stares at the cup   00:07:22.320 --> 00:07:26.640 incredulously. Why would a drinks machine  be able to dispense something like that? 00:07:27.360 --> 00:07:31.920 The Intern is fuming with himself. That cup  of gasoline stinks to high heaven. If they’re   00:07:31.920 --> 00:07:35.400 being watched and suddenly start walking  round the office holding a cup of gas,   00:07:35.400 --> 00:07:38.940 they’ll be found out in an  instant. That reminds the Woman. 00:07:39.600 --> 00:07:42.600 ‘Wait, so who is it who’s following you?’ 00:07:42.600 --> 00:07:43.200 * 00:07:43.200 --> 00:07:46.260 He first noticed it three  weeks ago. Being an intern,   00:07:46.260 --> 00:07:51.840 it was his job to hand out the mail to everyone  in the office. In a business spanning 13 floors,   00:07:51.840 --> 00:07:57.540 he was one of the only employees to actually  regularly visit each floor. Most people would   00:07:57.540 --> 00:08:01.680 go to their same desks every day, sit  next to the same people, then go home,   00:08:01.680 --> 00:08:05.460 blissfully unaware of the hundreds of  others sitting above and below them. 00:08:05.460 --> 00:08:07.020 But not him. 00:08:07.740 --> 00:08:12.120 Every morning the Intern would do the rounds,  going from bottom to top floor one by one   00:08:12.120 --> 00:08:16.440 handing out the post to each cubicle. Only  a handful of people bothered to talk to him,   00:08:16.440 --> 00:08:20.340 and so he really noticed all of a sudden  when one of them stopped showing up to work. 00:08:21.120 --> 00:08:25.500 A mother in her mid-fifties, stable life,  stable marriage, she’d always been very warm   00:08:25.500 --> 00:08:31.260 towards him. But one day, when he rounded  the corner, she was gone. Replaced by a   00:08:31.260 --> 00:08:35.520 man in a very neat pressed black suit, dry  cleaning tag still hanging from the collar. 00:08:35.520 --> 00:08:40.380 Not thinking too much of it, the Intern had gone  about his week a little sadder but generally   00:08:40.380 --> 00:08:45.300 unconcerned. Unforeseen circumstances happen  all the time, especially in an office this big. 00:08:46.020 --> 00:08:49.920 But then another employee, a grumpy old  man from accounts, was suddenly gone,   00:08:49.920 --> 00:08:53.520 replaced by a young woman in a  neatly pressed new suit. The tag   00:08:53.520 --> 00:08:57.060 in the waste paper basket by her desk  had the same dry cleaners logo on it. 00:08:57.600 --> 00:09:01.920 One by one, dozens of employees  were being mysteriously replaced,   00:09:01.920 --> 00:09:06.480 and all of the workers - too zombified  by their jobs - hadn’t even noticed. 00:09:07.080 --> 00:09:14.220 These ‘new employees’ could only be one thing.  Undercover Agents. But whose undercover agents   00:09:14.220 --> 00:09:18.600 remained a mystery. The closest that the  Intern had got was when he overheard a   00:09:18.600 --> 00:09:22.320 pair of them saying something about  a ‘Foundation’ whatever that meant. 00:09:22.320 --> 00:09:25.620 The Intern turns around and  starts typing on the keypad. 00:09:26.460 --> 00:09:27.060 Gold 00:09:27.840 --> 00:09:32.820 And sure enough, quick as a flash, a paper  cup appears, and out of the nozzle pours a   00:09:32.820 --> 00:09:37.500 thick shimmering golden liquid. The  Woman stares at it in disbelief. It   00:09:37.500 --> 00:09:42.540 couldn’t be. She reaches down to take  it, but can’t. It’s heavy. Really heavy! 00:09:43.080 --> 00:09:43.980 Is that really…? 00:09:44.700 --> 00:09:48.180 He nods. He explains that he hasn’t  got a clue why it isn’t hotter to   00:09:48.180 --> 00:09:51.960 the touch. It doesn’t feel any hotter  than a cup of coffee would. Or indeed,   00:09:51.960 --> 00:09:54.900 how it doesn’t destroy the cup  since it’s just a regular paper one.   00:09:55.620 --> 00:10:00.180 But he’d taken it home, poured it into a  cake tin, where it solidified into a brick. 00:10:00.180 --> 00:10:03.420 The jewelers in town took a look  at it for him the next day and   00:10:03.420 --> 00:10:08.040 confirmed that it was the real thing.  24-carat gold. One paper cup worth. 00:10:08.760 --> 00:10:11.100 The Woman takes the cup and  types the word in again,   00:10:11.100 --> 00:10:16.620 hitting enter. Another cup of liquid gold  pours out. She does it again. And again. 00:10:16.620 --> 00:10:22.260 But on the sixth time she hits enter,  nothing happens. No error message, nothing. 00:10:23.100 --> 00:10:25.860 The intern explains that you can  only do it fifty times in one go,   00:10:25.860 --> 00:10:28.560 then you have to wait for an hour  and a half for it to restock. 00:10:28.560 --> 00:10:32.820 The elevator doors open. Two people in  pressed black suits step out through the   00:10:32.820 --> 00:10:35.640 doors and spy the pair of them  immediately. For some reason,   00:10:35.640 --> 00:10:40.080 the Woman’s first instinct is to take off  running, but she stops herself just in time,   00:10:40.080 --> 00:10:44.340 trying her best to act cool. With  five cups of liquid gold in her hands. 00:10:45.000 --> 00:10:48.360 From where they are, these must  all look like regular cups of   00:10:48.360 --> 00:10:51.540 coffee she’s collecting for a drinks  round. But if they get much closer… 00:10:51.540 --> 00:10:56.040 The agents start walking toward the Woman  and the Intern. All four people in this   00:10:56.040 --> 00:11:00.960 interaction are doing their absolute best to act  casually. None of them are really succeeding.   00:11:01.620 --> 00:11:05.640 There’s a trash can exactly halfway between  them all. She needs to get there first,   00:11:05.640 --> 00:11:08.220 and dump the cups, before  anyone can look inside them. 00:11:08.220 --> 00:11:14.160 Taking off at a hurried but hopefully not panicked  trot, she starts throwing as much corporate jargon   00:11:14.160 --> 00:11:19.380 at the Intern as she can. He falls into step  beside her, engaging animatedly in the discussion   00:11:19.380 --> 00:11:24.240 of quarterly growth and stagnating markets.  The trash can’s getting closer, it’ll be close. 00:11:25.500 --> 00:11:30.000 The agents stop and block off the corridor.  Pretending not to see, the Woman keeps walking,   00:11:30.000 --> 00:11:33.540 dumping the cups in the trash and trying  not to think about how many thousands   00:11:33.540 --> 00:11:38.520 of dollars she’s just thrown away. In the  most confident and offhanded voice she can,   00:11:38.520 --> 00:11:42.960 she says ‘Excuse me’ and walks right between  the agents and off towards the elevator. 00:11:43.620 --> 00:11:46.680 As the doors slide closed, she  sees the pair of them going over   00:11:46.680 --> 00:11:49.140 to the coffee machine and looking at it curiously. 00:11:49.980 --> 00:11:50.580 ‘Do they know?’ 00:11:50.580 --> 00:11:54.480 She mutters the words under her breath,  trying her best not to let her lips move. 00:11:54.480 --> 00:11:55.380 ‘No.’ 00:11:56.040 --> 00:11:57.660 The Intern is trembling with fear. 00:11:57.660 --> 00:11:59.040 ‘Why are they here then?’ 00:11:59.580 --> 00:12:03.960 The Intern says nothing, instead getting  out at her floor and walking pointedly   00:12:03.960 --> 00:12:07.440 over to her desk with her. He jabs a  finger on a copy of the day’s paper. 00:12:08.280 --> 00:12:12.000 $5.8 Million Worth of Gold  Vanishes From Locked Bank Vault 00:12:12.780 --> 00:12:16.980 The Woman’s blood runs cold. She looks  around the office for a quiet corner and   00:12:16.980 --> 00:12:21.900 pulls the Intern across to it. So the machine  wasn’t just making gold from thin air - it was   00:12:21.900 --> 00:12:25.980 transmuting it from some other location!  How much had the Intern been stealing!? 00:12:26.640 --> 00:12:29.220 He doesn’t answer the question, instead just   00:12:29.220 --> 00:12:33.060 looking more and more nervous. In just  twenty minutes during her lunch break,   00:12:33.060 --> 00:12:37.800 she had become an accomplice in the largest bank  heist her city had seen in living memory. All   00:12:37.800 --> 00:12:41.760 while standing by a coffee machine! The  nerves start to hit her in earnest now. 00:12:41.760 --> 00:12:45.600 Her eyes dart around the office,  looking from face to face. There   00:12:45.600 --> 00:12:49.620 are a lot of pressed black suits around. A lot  of eyes subtly looking back in her direction. 00:12:50.640 --> 00:12:56.460 She goes to sit at her desk. An hour passes as  slowly as molasses. Her nerves build. Another   00:12:56.460 --> 00:13:01.200 hour. The Intern appears at her desk suddenly, and  tells her the worst possible thing she could hear:   00:13:01.800 --> 00:13:03.840 He hasn’t just been taking gold. 00:13:04.680 --> 00:13:06.120 Her head whips around to face him.   00:13:06.660 --> 00:13:09.000 He can’t be saying all of this  right here. They’re being watched. 00:13:09.540 --> 00:13:13.620 ‘Anything valuable I can think of, that  you can have in liquid form - diamonds   00:13:13.620 --> 00:13:17.940 don’t work - I’ve tried, but anything  liquid. The problem is it’s all clearly   00:13:17.940 --> 00:13:22.140 come from somewhere. Banks, government  facilities, research stations. They   00:13:22.140 --> 00:13:24.660 must have triangulated that everything  going missing has happened near here!’ 00:13:25.380 --> 00:13:28.740 She hushes him as quickly as she  can but it’s too late. From the   00:13:28.740 --> 00:13:30.960 subtle movements that employees  across the office are making,   00:13:30.960 --> 00:13:34.860 it’s clear that they’re onto them.  She needs to come up with a plan fast. 00:13:34.860 --> 00:13:37.200 What can she do? What can she do? 00:13:37.200 --> 00:13:43.080 She looks this way and that. Only one thing sticks  out to her. A little red switch on the wall. 00:13:43.860 --> 00:13:47.760 She punches the fire alarm, and in an instant,  the alarm blares throughout the building.   00:13:47.760 --> 00:13:52.920 Sprinklers blast her with cold stinking water, and  people all across the floor cry out in surprise.   00:13:53.820 --> 00:13:57.120 The assistant to the regional manager  gets up and begins conducting the fire   00:13:57.120 --> 00:14:00.540 procedure with his usual enthusiasm  to the groans of all the employees. 00:14:01.260 --> 00:14:05.460 In the chaos, the Woman grabs her handbag  along with the Interns arm and rushes him   00:14:05.460 --> 00:14:09.900 down the stairs. They push their way through the  swarm of drab suits, apologizing the whole way. 00:14:10.860 --> 00:14:14.700 If anyone follows them here, they’ll be  breaking cover. Should buy them a moment to… 00:14:14.700 --> 00:14:18.240 The Woman kicks open a side door  and drags the Intern after her.   00:14:19.020 --> 00:14:23.220 It’s quiet down here. They’ll take the back route  to the basement. It should be empty down there. 00:14:23.220 --> 00:14:26.460 She hasn’t got the heart to tell the  Intern that she doesn’t have a plan,   00:14:26.460 --> 00:14:31.500 she’s just winging it. Glancing over her shoulder,  she spies a couple of faces peering at her through   00:14:31.500 --> 00:14:35.700 the door they’d just come through. It’s the agents  that had seen them at the coffee machine earlier. 00:14:35.700 --> 00:14:37.080 They’ll need to be quick. 00:14:37.080 --> 00:14:41.640 Running down the flight of stairs to the basement,  the Woman and the Intern rush over to the machine,   00:14:41.640 --> 00:14:45.240 panting hard. She orders him to  put in as many orders as he can. 00:14:45.240 --> 00:14:47.760 The Intern looks baffled. What does she mean? 00:14:48.660 --> 00:14:51.480 She tells him to get as much  value as he can carry. Preferably   00:14:51.480 --> 00:14:53.940 something that you can pour into a  handbag without it burning through. 00:14:54.600 --> 00:14:58.260 He struggles to think of anything. He  can’t do gold, it would be too hot when   00:14:58.260 --> 00:15:03.540 it left the cup. Too heavy. He has an  idea and starts typing furiously. Cup   00:15:03.540 --> 00:15:07.140 after cup pours out of the machine,  and he puts paper lids on them and he   00:15:07.140 --> 00:15:11.340 dumps them into her bag. It looks black at  first, but there’s a slight shimmer to it. 00:15:11.940 --> 00:15:17.580 Printer ink! It’s the most valuable liquid  per liter in the world he saw it on TikTok! 00:15:17.580 --> 00:15:20.040 But how in the world were  they supposed to sell it? 00:15:21.000 --> 00:15:24.120 But the Woman guesses she’ll have to  worry about that later. The door at   00:15:24.120 --> 00:15:27.600 the far side of the corridor has  opened. Out step the two agents. 00:15:27.600 --> 00:15:30.960 ‘What are you two doing down here?  The fire alarm is going off.’ 00:15:31.560 --> 00:15:34.980 The Agents drop the facade and draw  pistols from beneath their suit jackets. 00:15:34.980 --> 00:15:39.120 ‘The coffee’s that good down here,  huh?’ They don’t smile with their joke. 00:15:39.720 --> 00:15:44.100 The Intern tugs at her sleeve. She brushes  him off. Not now, she needs to think! 00:15:44.100 --> 00:15:45.540 ‘It’s great.’ 00:15:45.540 --> 00:15:50.280 Wow, what a comeback from her. Turns out  she’s not so hot under pressure. A cup   00:15:50.280 --> 00:15:54.300 appears in her hand. The Intern has shoved  it there. She glances down. It’s a clear,   00:15:54.300 --> 00:15:59.220 slightly green liquid, shimmering a little  too much in the light. He nods at her. 00:15:59.820 --> 00:16:04.440 ‘I would drink that if I were you.’ The Agent  raises his gun, his partner following suit. 00:16:05.220 --> 00:16:09.240 Here goes nothing. She slams the  drink back in one gulp and raises   00:16:09.240 --> 00:16:13.620 her arms in the air. Both agents stop dead,  aiming down their barrels ready to fire. 00:16:14.340 --> 00:16:17.940 But the Woman suddenly feels an  enormous sense of calm washing over her. 00:16:18.600 --> 00:16:23.580 ‘Agents Jones and Hilton, I would kindly  ask that you lower your weapons. My name   00:16:23.580 --> 00:16:27.480 is Professor Kane, I have clearance level  five and am in charge of this operation.’ 00:16:28.260 --> 00:16:31.800 The agents both doubt themselves  all of a sudden. The name Kane   00:16:31.800 --> 00:16:34.080 is ringing bells in both of their minds. 00:16:34.080 --> 00:16:36.720 ‘You don’t look much like Professor Kane.’ 00:16:37.980 --> 00:16:41.820 ‘Charming! That’s because I’ve been off  on maternity leave for the previous few   00:16:41.820 --> 00:16:45.000 weeks. Childcare will bring out  the gray hairs like nothing else.   00:16:45.660 --> 00:16:50.040 Agent Wilkins and I are taking this opportunity  to conduct first hand research on the nature of   00:16:50.040 --> 00:16:55.020 this particular SCP, and I would kindly request  you give us the time and space to conduct our   00:16:55.020 --> 00:16:58.920 research. Research I might add that neither  of you have the clearance to be a part of.’ 00:16:59.520 --> 00:17:03.480 The two agents look sheepish. They glance  at each other, then holster their weapons.   00:17:04.140 --> 00:17:08.940 With mumbled apologies, they hesitantly make their  way back towards the back stairs. As soon as the   00:17:08.940 --> 00:17:13.800 door closes, the Woman swivels round and looks  at the Intern. What on earth had he given her? 00:17:13.800 --> 00:17:16.080 The machine answers her question. 00:17:16.980 --> 00:17:20.100 One cup of knowledge of the  entire secret operation. 00:17:20.100 --> 00:17:24.180 They grin at each other, the Intern taking  a sip of a matching drink for himself. 00:17:24.180 --> 00:17:28.680 The knowledge entered both of their minds: They  had five minutes to get everything they could from   00:17:28.680 --> 00:17:32.640 the machine before those two SCP Foundation  field agents realized what was happening. 00:17:33.360 --> 00:17:35.760 The Intern looks concerned. How were they gonna   00:17:35.760 --> 00:17:38.640 get all that gold out of here? How  were they gonna get out of there? 00:17:38.640 --> 00:17:43.260 The Woman grins, pours herself a cup of  gold, and tosses it down the mail chute. 00:17:43.860 --> 00:17:46.140 ‘I reckon that looks big enough  for the both of us, don’t you?’ 00:17:46.140 --> 00:17:48.300 Check out the Dr. Bob Patreon and become a junior  researcher today! Now go and watch another entry   00:17:48.300 --> 00:17:54.240 from the files of Dr. Bob, like SCP-674 The  Exposition Gun Makes Nintendo Real Life.