After obtaining vibranium, everything changed.
Research that should have taken centuries began accelerating at impossible speeds. Even in the medieval era—with no established infrastructure, no modern factories, no refined scientific communities—we were advancing faster than any civilization in history.
Because vibranium wasn't just valuable.It was a cheat code.A material that could bend physics, rewrite engineering, and make the impossible suddenly doable.
And we had a permanent supply of it thanks to SCP-294.
Every morning, Doctor Bright and I would walk into the lab with cups of coffee in one hand and cups of liquid vibranium in the other. Eventually we had to create special vibranium-lined containers just to store the stuff without melting medieval metal.
But most of our time wasn't spent on analyzing it.
Most of our time went into what we could make with it.
Weapons.Containment devices.Energy reactors.Prototype armor.Tools that would make future SCP containment easier.New technologies we could slowly spread across the Foundation's bases.
And my biggest personal project?
A satellite.
The medieval world had nothing even remotely close to the aerospace capabilities needed to launch something into orbit. But with vibranium, my scientific knowledge, and an assistant as insane and brilliant as Doctor Bright, the impossible had become laughably doable.
Bright leaned over a massive table covered in blueprints, equations, and early vibranium components. "You know," he said, poking a design with his pen, "I don't think humanity was supposed to put satellites into space during the age of swords and sandals."
"We're not humanity," I replied dryly. "We're the Foundation."
"Touché."
The satellite design was a combination of vibranium plating, a miniature energy core, an early communication array, and some… creative physics manipulation. The hardest part wouldn't even be building it—it would be launching it.
But I already had ideas for that.Some unconventional.Some extremely unconventional.
Our facilities were expanding.Our prototypes were evolving.Our knowledge was decades—no, centuries—ahead of schedule.
I walked through the lab, watching sparks fly, machines hiss, and early vibranium tools glow faintly. Every step I took echoed with something new, something impossible, something beautiful.
The future wasn't waiting for the Marvel timeline.
We were dragging the future into the past ourselves.
And once that satellite reached orbit…The world would never be the same.