http://www.scp-wiki.net/s-c-plastics-actually-does-their-job
作者:Ellie3Ellie3
译者:Tunardine777Tunardine777

“你是说我们得真去干这些活?”穿着白大褂的Sevens难以置信地问道。

坐在白色桌子另一边的男人深深地叹了一口气:“是的,恐怕确实如此。”

“老天,我们甚至都没有,比如说,相应的装备吧?我的意思是——你在要求我们真的变成一家塑料公司!这可需要很多东西!客户、材料、设备,实际生产的知识!

男人的口中吐出比方才更深的叹息:“听着,我知道你是怎么来这工作的,所以我认为你可以帮上很多——”

Sevens打断了他的话:“哦拜托,我清楚我刚开始是真以为这里是家塑料公司所以才会来的,但这并不代表我有半点关于这玩意的知识!我只是在找一个可以利用我计算机科学学位的工作,但相反我被卷进了一篮子疯人疯事里!”

男人起身说道:“然而,你很快就成为了这里最杰出的研究员之一。我相信如果我把你投到一篮子……塑料里……”其实他本没打算说得如此直白。他轻轻地皱了下眉头,接着说:“你应该很快就能适应的。”他走向这空旷房间的房门,在出门前留下了有点粗鲁的最后通告:“那么,首席研究员Sevens,你最好现在就开始工作。”

Sevens蹦了起来,冲向门口:“我不关心你是不是我上级,总之你在我眼里就是个蠢蛋!”

男人回头看着她,怒吼道:“说什么呢你?你想被调到Site 19是吧?”

看着Sevens懊恼地叹了口气,男人露出了一脸坏笑,走出了房间。

愚蠢透顶,Sevens这么想着,坐回了她的桌子。我到底该怎么开始呢?


Evelyn正端着咖啡走过大厅,这时她听见了纸张散落地面的声音。顺着声音的源头,她看见了文件室里的Sevens 正抱着一大摞纸,跌跌撞撞地把它们搬到一张已经摆满了文件的桌子上,一边搬一边掉了一地。“哇哦,哇哦,你这是在干什么呢?”Evelyn关切地问道,帮着她整理桌子上的文件。

Sevens气喘吁吁的声音回荡在整个房间:“只是……在找……”说着她把头埋进了文件里,快速地浏览着它们。

“不不,绝对有什么事,到底发生了什么?”

Sevens停了下来,把手上的纸放到桌上,揉了揉眼睛:“好吧你绝对不会相信这——”

Evelyn马上打断了她:“我想你是忘了我们都是斯洛斯皮特的居民。”

“也对,也对,”Sevens又揉了揉眼睛,把注意力放回文件上,她在另一叠纸里翻来覆去地寻找。“但你也知道我们都是S&C塑料的员工吧?”

“可不是嘛。”Evelyn扬了扬眉梢。

“那些大人物下了命令,”她叹息道,之前的那个男人仍让她愤愤不平。“他们要我从现在开始按照名字里的“塑料”那部分干活。”

“就是说……他们要你把这变成一家塑料公司——”Evelyn结结巴巴地说道,试图找出答案。“等下,等下,那你在这里干什么呢?”

“在找……”Sevens把一张标着过往商业事务的纸头在Evelyn面前晃了晃,指着中间的一行字。“这个。”

上面写着Pop的塑料&印刷有限公司。Evelyn把纸头从她面前拿开,看向Sevens:“那你打算拿这信息干什么呢?”

Sevens露出调皮的笑容:“这还用问,显然我是要去冒险啊。”


丛林的深处,一只蟋蟀正在歌唱。它在草地上无忧无虑地跳上跳下,突然它发现了一栋破旧的砖房。它好奇地跳上了房子的窗台。

接着一块砖飞了过来,一把打碎了窗户。蟋蟀跳回了黑暗中,正好与欢呼雀跃的Sevens擦肩而过。她跑过一块旧标牌,由于时间久远,上面除了“Pop的”以外,其它字都已经无法辨认。她小心地避开碎玻璃,笨拙地翻过破损的窗户。

一个年老,沙哑的声音响了起来:“你——你好?谁在那儿?”

Sevens吓了一跳,从半空中摔了下来。她从脏兮兮的地毯上起身,检查了一遍身上有没有伤口,然后回答道:“呃,首先,你是谁?”

“我是——呃啊啊啊!亲爱的,请帮下我!”声音乞求道。

Sevens立刻打开了手电筒,映入眼帘的是大型机械和一幅古怪的景象。在她面前的是一个面色苍白,双目黯淡,蓬头垢面的老人,他正卡在似乎是用于注塑成型的机器的管道里。

“拜托……赶快启动它……”那个已经被挤压变形的男人恳求道。

“我——呃……”她的注意被机器上一个闪烁着的绿灯吸引。她把手悬在上方,犹豫着要不要按下。“我做不到!它会把你怎么样?”

“按下它就好……”老人边咳嗽边喘息。“拜——拜托……”他乞求着,声音越来越微弱。

虽然迟疑,但她还是顺着老人的指示,用力地按下了绿灯,机器立刻运转起来,的一声就把老人吸了进去。她惊慌地听着机器发出的叮铃哐啷声。

我这么做是不是杀了他?哦天啊,我以前从没杀过人啊,他死了吗?拜托别让他死啊。她用手紧紧捂着自己的嘴,然后颤抖着痛哭起来。该死的,我为什么要这么做?我就应该待在站点里,我就应该呼叫支援,我就应该——

忽然,一声巨响打断了她的胡思乱想。一个愉悦的老人的声音传了过来:“噢亲爱的祝福你!太感谢你啦!”Sevens紧张地睁开她还红红的眼睛,把手从哭花了的脸上拿了下来。在机器的末端,有一个绿色的塑料筛子。这让她想到了小孩子玩沙用的那些塑料筛子。

“什——什么?你在哪儿?”她用夹克衫的袖子擦了擦眼睛,结结巴巴地问道。

“筛子,丫头,筛子!”他叫喊道,筛子轻轻地晃了晃。

Sevens小心翼翼地走到装置旁。“你怎么——你在里面吗?”

“不错,不错!我就是筛子!”Sevens从未想到过她能看见一个筛子表达自己的情感,直到那筛子愉快地晃动起来,一下下地敲着它身下的铁桌。

“Wait, so you- Are- What’s even happening right now?!” She backed up, resting herself on the windowsill she had climbed through prior.

“I have reached my true dream! To become what I made! Eternal life— It’s amazing, euphoric even!” Sevens paused, rubbed her eyes, then looked up at the strainer again. A few seconds passed as she processed the situation, then she burst into a bout of laughter. “Young lady, what's so funny about this!” The strainer heaved itself upwards, clanging on the table.

“Oh lord…” Sevens managed to calm down, stifling her laughter, “It’s just that this-” She stretched her hands forward, gesturing to the scene, “It’s so damned ridiculous! I just turned you into a strainer for godsakes!”

“You turned my soul into a strainer! Thank you for arriving when you did by the way, it was getting uncomfortable in there. Why are you here?”

“Well, sir, I did intend on seeing your setup here to know what I needed, but…” Sevens picked up the plastic strainer carefully, “Looks like I’ve found something far more interesting.”

“Intriguing.”

“That I am, you… Strain-ger?” Sevens chuckled and awkwardly climbed back out the window, heading back to Site-87.


“You know, I never actually got your name.”

“Hector, but I suppose you can just call me Pop,” he shook as Sevens carried him through the Site, passing by many alarms. “Ah, that really sounds urgent, do you think-”

“Don’t worry, they’ve got it handled," She glanced back for a moment before continuing on. "Probably. Anyways, I’m Sevens! And this…” She pushed through a door, revealing a blank, white room, completely devoid of any personality or furnishings. Or in other words, a typical containment chamber. “Is going to be your new home! I plan on getting some machines, stuff like that, and launching a whole new plastics business!”

Pop popped himself upwards, almost flipping in Seven’s arms. “Ah! I can help you with that! It’ll be like reliving my glory days!”

“I’m glad you’re excited, but first we gotta do some tests with you, alright?” Sevens pulled out a clipboard and set Pop down. “Ready?”

“Well, I suppose I am!”


Procedure: Ran warm water through the strainer.
Results: Pop giggled and said that it felt strange, like he had just drunk something hot.
Analysis: The 'net' part of the strainer seems to be like his 'inside' body. Could it be that the body of his soul is still together in there, and it still has feeling?

Procedure: Ran boiling water though the strainer.
Results: Strainer hopped out of my hands, hitting against a wall. Pop noted that it felt like he was burning for a few seconds, and that he instinctively jolted his 'body' away.
Analysis: It seems that feelings— like excitement and pain— really help Pop's ability to move, but most times he cannot control the moving.

Procedure: At the request of Pop, ran molten plastic through the strainer…


Sevens knocked on the door to one of the many chemistry labs of Site-87, only to have the door opened right in her face. "Ah, sorry, that could have hit you!" The male researcher on the other side exclaimed.

"Don't worry about it." Sevens pointed into the lab. "Is this room open?"

"Yep, I just finished up. What do you need the lab for?"

"Ah, just gonna do some tests with this strainer." She held it up and shook it. "Say hi, Pop."

"Hi!" The strainer shook as it spoke in a cheery voice.

Sevens continued, "It's basically a horcrux for an old man's soul that still has feeling. Somehow."

The man stared blankly, slowly processing the story before walking away muttering, "Just another Tuesday, will anything normal ever happen…"

"That man seemed fun!" Pop exclaimed, shaking slightly. "But let's get that plastic melting already, I can't wait for this test!"

Sevens walked in and started melting plastic on a pan. "You surely seem pretty excited for this test, what if nothing even happens?"

"Well, then we try running something else through me!" Pop thought for a moment. "Like, molten metal! Or soda, I wonder how that'd feel!"

Sevens laughed and shook around the pan, watching the hot orange liquid move from side to side. It was made from the dumb toothbrushes they give the D-Class. "The plastic is melted. Are you ready?"

"I suppose so," he replied as Sevens moved her hand to the edge of the strainers' left handle, her other hand still resting on the pan. In one quick motion she tore the pan up and tilted it over the strainer, pouring the molten plastic through. A few quick clinks drew her attention to the ground under Pop, where there was an orange cup.

Pop shaked with excitement before screaming out once more. "We did it! We did it! I- I just thought about a cup as the plastic went through and it popped out like that!"

Sevens grinned, kneeling down to look at the cup. "This is… This is great!" She shot up, cheering "I don't need tons of equipment, I just need you! We can make S&C Plastics into a real company!"

"Well, I guess I don't have to retire yet!" Pop laughed.

As they celebrated, a small tug of hesitation pulled at Sevens. She shrugged it off, and set to work, heading to her desk with Pop in her hands.


A small pat on her shoulder caused Sevens to tense up, flinching away and craning her neck around. Connected to the hand was Evelyn, whom looked very surprised. "Gee, you must be very focused on your work." She knelt down to look at Sevens' computer screen. "Speaking of which, what are you working on?"

Sevens quickly relaxed, looking back at the screen. "Yeah, I'm just ordering some plastic that can be used to manufacture all the products that we are planning on making."

"What are you making?"

Sevens twirled her chair around. "Alright, so, what we're gonna do is get some of the plastics PETE and PP, or um, polyethylene terephthalate and polypropylene." She took a breath and coughed, and continued with her rant. "So the PETE plastic is used to make cups and that kind of stuff, while PP plastic is used to make utensils, but PP isn't recyclable… And for the cups I could use PS, or Styrofoam, cause I think it's cheaper, but it's really bad for the environment so whatever, PETE works. PETE is also a thermoplastic, which means it go through numerous melting cycles without the quality of it degrading. Anyways, I'm thinking of trying to make deals with some of the food places around here, that way we don't have to spread the products out into the rest of the world. We don't really have to make a profit, so we can be good competition to their current suppliers. So that way, S&C Plastics becomes a real company!" She shot her arms outwards excitedly.

Meanwhile, Evelyn had her arms crossed, looking at Sevens as if she were a madman. "Remind me never to ask you about this again," she said.

Sevens lightly shoved Evelyn, who stumbled and laughed. "Alright, alright, so you have the plastics all planned out, but don't you need like, special machines or something?"

An old man's voice echoed through the room, "That's me!" it shouted. Sevens eyes widened, looking around the room.

"W- what was that, Sevens?" She questioned, a fearful quiver in her voice.

"Nothing! Must have been the wind, ha ha!"

There was an awkward silence before Sevens realized how truly terrible at lying she was, so she opened her desk drawer to reveal a green strainer. "This is Pop."


Evelyn sighed dissaprovingly, sitting down as Sevens finished her story of Pop and what she currently knew about him. "You broke into the shop? And you just bought it here without following any proper procedures? That strainer could be dangerous!"

Sevens groaned. "Pop is not dangerous, okay? He's important to my operations! It's not like using anomolous items is anything new in the Foundation."

Pop quietly agreed. "Yes, I am very important! And very not dangerous!"

"I know, I know, but still, we have these rules for a reason." Evelyn sighed once more.

"Ugh, this is why I didn't want you to find out, you're too much of a stickler for the rules!"

Evelyn's face grew red. "I am not!" She retorted.

Sevens laughed at Evelyn's growing frustration. "Oh please, name one time you've broken the rules."

Evelyn's hand rose, one of her fingers pointing upwards. "Well I-" She lowered her hand back down, then raised it back up. "Once I- No…" She lowered her hand again and thought for a moment, then sheepishly admitted, "Alright, so I guess I do follow the rules all the time, but its not like that's a bad thing." She stood up and quickly walked to the door. "I'm going to leave now before you can say anything else about me." Evelyn swung it open and left, leaving the laughing Sevens behind.

"See ya!" She yelled after her, then turned to Pop, who had also been shaking from laughter. "Well, are you ready for some hard work?"

The strainer shuddered slightly. "Yes, yes I am."

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