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Registered Phenomena Code: 570
Object Class: Beta-Yellow
Hazard Types: Sapient Hazard, Contact Hazard, Ideological Hazard
Containment Protocols: RPC-570, as well as instances of RPC-570-1, are to be contained in a Beta-Class animal containment unit inside of Containment Wing 04, at Site-088. Personnel must clean the waste-boxes of RPC-570-1 on a daily basis. Tests can only be conducted by personnel with Level-2 Clearance or above and must be accompanied by at least one armed security guard.
Description: RPC-570 is a five-year-old British Short-hair house cat. The anomalous properties of RPC-570 manifest when an individual comes into physical contact with it, such as scratching or petting. When contact is made with RPC-570, the individual (hereby designated RPC-570-1) will take on several significant changes in behavior. Instances of RPC-570-1 will retain all human abilities and memories, however, they will demonstrate newfound abnormal characteristics listed below. There are currently ██ instances of RPC-570-1.
Characteristics of RPC-570-1
- Extreme levels of endearment with RPC-570, often neglecting their own needs in order to provide it with "care" and "attention".
- A desire to kill anyone that they deem "unworthy of the love of our Queen".
- A desire to pursue "cat-like" lifestyles during the brief moments when they are not tending to the needs of RPC-570. This includes eating cat food, playing with a variety of toys, and defecating in small, sand-filled boxes.
- Encouragement of others to touch RPC-570 if they have not yet done so.
Testing has shown that individuals who have experienced the death of a pet cat, as well as those who express severe animosity towards cats, are immune to the effects of RPC-570.
Registered Phenomena Code: 570
Object Class: Gamma-Yellow
Hazard Types: Sapient Hazard, Mind-Control Hazard
Containment Protocols: RPC-570, as well as instances of RPC-570-1 are to be contained in a Beta Gamma-Class animal containment unit inside of Containment Wing 04 at Site-088. No one is to attempt to capture or move RPC-570 from its containment unit. Personnel must clean the waste-boxes of RPC-570-1 on a daily basis. Tests can only be conducted by personnel with Level-2 Clearance or above and must be accompanied by at least one armed security guard. Under no circumstances are any individual to come into contact with RPC-570 or an instance of RPC-570-1. In order to prevent an unintentional entering of RPC-570's range of influence, all personnel must be equipped with standard tasing equipment in order to prevent RPC-570 from moving in the event of a breach.
Description: RPC-570 is a five-year-old British Short-hair house cat. The anomalous properties of RPC-570 manifest when an individual comes into physical contact with it, such as scratching or petting. The anomalous properties of RPC-570 manifest when an individual is within 30 meters of its current location. When contact is made with RPC-570, the individual (hereby designated RPC-570-1) will take on several significant changes in behavior. Instances of RPC-570-1 will retain all human abilities and memories, however, they will demonstrate newfound abnormal characteristics listed below. As of 07/06/20██, there are ████ instances of RPC-570-1.
Characteristics of RPC-570-1
- Extreme levels of endearment with RPC-570, often neglecting their own needs in order to provide it with "care" and "attention".
- A desire to kill anyone that they deem "unworthy of the love of our Queen". Coaxing unaffected individuals into entering RPC-570's radius of influence.
- A desire to pursue "cat-like" lifestyles, during the brief moments when they are not tending to the needs of RPC-570. This includes eating cat food, playing with a variety of toys, and defecating in small, sand-filled boxes.
- Encouragement of others to touch RPC-570 if they have not yet done so.
Testing has shown that Individuals who have experienced the death of a feline companion, as well as those who express severe animosity towards cats, are immune to the effects of RPC-570 . Currently, it is impossible to resist the effects of RPC-570.
Addendum: Following the discovery of RPC-570's new abilities, it has been re-classified as Gamma.
It's all going to hell. We only discovered the hidden abilities of RPC-570 after it was too late. Now that bastard's got a mini army, and we're sitting here on our asses with no good option on how to stop it. Every day we'd have a couple researchers or janitors that would go haywire, and now Wing 4 is jammed full with those cat wannabes. A group of Mobile Strike Force soldiers came in to help us contain RPC-570, but they're completely lost as to what we should do next. Since we can't directly approach RPC-570, we've had to completely lock the wing down. They sure as hell can't get out, but we also can't get in. We've had to move all other anomalies out of the facility and focus on containing this goddamn cat and his followers. Gary proposed that we just detonate the warhead and blow everything up, to hell with the consequences. Susan told him that he was being rash, and that our goal isn't to kill the anomaly, but to contain it. If you ask me, I'm not so sure. That cat's got some of our best personnel, and I don't doubt for a second that they're figuring out how to burst out of there and get the rest of us.
Username: Hieman12
Password: [REDACTED]
<input> Locate RPC database Entry= "570" </input>
Searching…
Entry found. Add additional documentation? Y/N
"Y"
Accessing file…
Registered Phenomena Code: 570
Object Class: [ENTRY EMPTY]
Hazard Types: [ENTRY EMPTY]
Containment Protocols: [ENTRY EMPTY]
Description: They got out. I don't know how, but they got out. We were just sitting around, talking about what our game-plan was…and then all of a sudden they were swarming us, grabbing people and taking them back to Wing 4. Gary tried to fight back, god he put up a good fight…they grabbed him and…cut him into pieces, said he'd make great cat food. The tasers didn't even work. We used pretty much everything we had, and those things took the shocks like they were being tickled. Susan tried to run, but they got her and hauled her away. I just watched, I watched as they took my friends away so they could turn them into monsters. Somehow I escaped and…and I made it to one of the Containment Chamber control rooms. That was four days ago. They still don't know I'm here yet, but it's only a matter of time before they find out. There's some food in here, so it's not like I'll starve yet.
The whole facility's been taken over. They must've gotten access to the Command Center, because every half an hour a message goes out on the intercom talking about "the noble Queen" and "our gracious savior". It's all a bunch of bullshit. They've probably been giving HQ the all clear to prevent anyone from checking up on us. Heh, everything must look normal to them. I wonder if they've gotten into the database yet.
I've managed to find a gun here. It's still got a couple rounds..and I've been considering…
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I can't do this anymore. I can't hide and let my friends suffer because I didn't help them.
I will find a way to kill this thing.
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Registered Phenomena Code: The Queen
Object Class: Beautiful
Hazard Types: Don't be afraid of the Queen. Let her touch you, embrace you in her warmth
Containment Protocols: The Queen is to roam around the facility at her own leisure. Any heretics that are found must be brought to her for conversion. The Queen must be fed three times a day, with food made from the bodies of those who attempt to resist conversion.
The Queen must also be allowed to rest as long as she needs to. If anyone is caught waking up the Queen without good reason, then they will lose one body part per each hour of sleep that she misses.
Description: The Queen is a god who has come down from the heavens to bless us with her presence. We, her loyal followers, must obey her every wish and see that her needs are met with haste. If we fail, then we will all be consumed by the eternal hellfire. If we continue to fulfill her desires, then we shall be cleansed of our sins.
Facts about the Queen
She loves Herring
We must get more shipments of herring from the Authority, you all know what will happen if we don't- Loyal Follower Jameson
She loves tennis balls
The Queen's chamber is to be filled with tennis balls as soon as possible - Loyal Follower Madison
She hates glassware
All glassware is to be shattered and thrown into the incinerator- Loyal Follower Parker
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I think I'm immune. I could hear the cat walking around outside of the supply depot, with a bunch of her followers practically climbing over each other just to keep up with her. I know about that "radius of influence" that she's supposed to have, and there's got to be a time where I've been inside it. If…if I can resist her, then maybe…there's still hope. Maybe I can do this. Whatever happens though, I want Command to know that I'm sorry for adding this to the 570 file. But it's the only way I know how to safely write down my thoughts on this whole debacle.
I'm not sure why I'm immune, but I can make a good guess. The original file on RPC-570 said that people who "express severe animosity towards cats are immune to the effects". Maybe that can still be true…to a certain extent. I had a cat once, long before I decided to join the Authority. Her name was Luca, and I had just gotten out of college and was working as an assistant at some laboratory. It was just me and her, against the world. She was the one thing in my life that I could count on…the one thing that gave me a reason to get out of bed every morning. I had a bond with her like I've never had with anyone else.
And then one day, I lost her.
It was stupid. I was stupid. I wasn't careful and I paid the price. I was mowing my front lawn, and I had let Luca out for one of her daily sun stretches. She always loved to go outside. I was just about done with the front lawn when I saw this black Corvette come down the end of the street. I lived in a Cul-de-sac, and the fucker thought it would be funny if he did donuts around the street. Luca started to walk out into the street as he started to drift around, and all I did was watch her. She was already right next to the car by the time I got off my ass and tried to get her out. It was to late. The bastard ran her over like she was nothing. I ran up to the car and got him to stop, but it didn't change anything. Luca died the moment the car hit her.
The money the guy paid me, the apologies and the tears weren't enough. Nothing could get Luca back, and nothing could replace her. I haven't forgiven myself since. I could hardly look at a cat without seeing her. When I was transferred to work on RPC-570, I almost couldn't handle it. For the sake of my job, I eventually had to learn how to deal with it. I still see her every day in my head.
I've devised a plan. The next time RPC-570 walks around here, whether it be today or tomorrow, I'll shoot her. It'll be simple. If I really am immune, then this should be easy, right? None of those assholes in her little "fan club" will know what hit them until it's too late. I don't know what will happen next though. Her death could free them from her control, or they could tear me apart. It doesn't matter though. Either way, I'm going to try and stop this.
RPC-570, prior to Incident 570-Zeta
Registered Phenomena Code: 570
Object Class: Neutralized
Hazard Types: Sapient Hazard, Mind-Control Hazard
Containment Protocols: Following the Events of Incident 570-Zeta, RPC-570 has been declared neutralized. No Containment Protocols are required.
Description: RPC-570 appeared to be a five-year-old British Short-hair house cat. The anomalous properties of RPC-570 manifested when an individual was within 30 meters of its current location. When someone entered its radius of influence, the individual would experience a state of "mind control" and become an instance of RPC-570 -1. RPC-570-1 instances would retain all human abilities and memories, however, they would demonstrate newfound abnormal characteristics. Following Incident 570-Zeta, there are zero instances of RPC-570-1. Individuals who have experienced the death of a pet cat were determined to be immune to the effects of RPC-570.
Characteristics of RPC-570-1
- Extreme levels of infatuation with RPC-570, often neglecting their own needs in order to provide it with "care" and "attention".
- Attempting to kill anyone that they deem "unworthy of the love of our Queen", as well as coaxing healthy individuals into RPC-570's area of influence.
- A desire to pursue "cat-like" lifestyles, during the brief moments when they are not tending to the needs of RPC-570. This includes eating cat food, playing with a variety of toys, and defecating in small, sand-filled boxes.
Addendum: Summary of Incident 570-Zeta
The Incident began when RPC-570 manifested a new ability that allowed it to take control of the mind of any individual on a much larger scale. RPC-570 rapidly began to take control of the Site-088 personnel, turning them into instances of RPC-570-1. All other RPC's were taken off-site to temporary locations, and the remaining unaffected staff at Site-088, accompanied by ASF Rapid Response Team "Dog Fighters" were able to contain RPC-570 and all remaining RPC-570-1 instances inside of Containment Wing 04. However, they eventually broke out and overwhelmed the remaining personnel. Soon, all but one of the staff members, a Senior Researcher named ██████ Hieman, were instances of RPC-570-1. RPC-570 used Site-088's staff as its puppet, and had the instances of RPC-570-1 pose as normal staff and issue numerous "all-clears" in order to prevent more MST units from attempting to take control of the facility. Following the attack on the remaining unaffected personnel, Senior Researcher Hieman hid inside one of Site-088's Containment monitoring rooms, where he learned that he was immune to RPC-570's mind control. Using this to his advantage, Hieman was able to get close to RPC-570 and shoot it with a pistol. Shortly after it's death, RPC-570's mind control effect on the rest of the Site's personnel wore off. Site-088 was then secured and cleaned. Senior Researcher Hieman received a commendation for his bravery and Site-088 eventually resumed normal operations.
