It took a few days for the higher ups to deliberate on what to do with Pandora.
"So you're classifying me?" She asked officer Kennedy.
"Yes, you will be SCP-7659, safe classification." He answered.
"Safe? that doesn't fit at all." She was confused.
"It's meant to hide what you are, it would be dangerous if others knew your situation so we fabricated one." He sipped at his coffee.
"And it is?" She motioned for him to continue.
"SCP-7659, The Vocaloid, a sentient robot that performs music, made by accident in a SCP facility and possessed by a soul." Pandora blushed at this, despite being robotic in nature.
"So you heard..." She started and he nodded.
"... Is that my official file or the classified one?" She asked.
"Classified, and we don't have any information on you." He answered, "Speaking of-"
"Now it's time for the main point, the foundation has agreed to your requests and conditions." He gave a strange smile that gave Pandor shivers.
"Which also means we'll start doing tests on you to see what you can withstand." Her circuits were warning her of dangers.
"Meaning?" She shuffled in her seat.
"Stress testing."
...
On the way to the test room being led by a scientist, Pandora was observing the rooms nearby, all have a designation and a green [safe] sign next it, or are other miscellaneous rooms that she didn't bother acknowledging.
"So what are we testing first?" She asked from behind the supervising scientist.
"Not much," He started counting with his fingers as he listed off the tests:
"Strength, durability, dexterity, cognition, intelligence, morality, HUME index, psychological resistance-"
"HUME index?" She cut him off with her curiosity.
"That's for reality warpers, though you don't appear to be one we still have to check." He explained.
"Care to elaborate, also appear to be?" She was confused, as she can manipulate reality somewhat.
"The higher the HUME index, the stronger the reality manipulation on a scale of 1 to 100, as well as scale." She explained, "Also, what I mean by "appears to be", is that they tend to get god complexes to simplify and become tyrants, they have no human rights and are eliminated as soon as possible."
"That's cold but reasonable, but how do you fight in such unfair situations?" She couldn't calculate victory, "Also it seems you know how reality manipulation works."
"We do, they increase the HUME around them, it's like playing for them but the world is their playground," She started to explain, "By pure will, they force reality around them to their bidding, but they can't manipulate themselves."
"We fight them by making reality stable and neutralizing their affects on reality with Scranton Reality Anchors." She gave a small, cruel, laugh, "When that happens they become completely human again, bullet to the head will kill them."
"..." Pandor was speechless, not at the scientist, but rather the foundation.
'The foundation... it's strong, and smart on multiple levels.' She thought to herself, 'I must become one of the members, a scientist or anything, I must know what they hide.'
...
As Pandoras thoughts rambled on, they soon reached the testing area.
*CLAP*
The scientist clapped in front of her face to get her out of her daze.
"You up? Good, we can start now." The scientist walked out, leaving Pandora in the sterile room.
Pandora looked around the room a little, noticing machines and stuff that she didn't know the purpose of, thankfully a voice came over the speaker telling her what to do.
"Start on the left, the first test is strength, push as hard as you can, then pull as hard as you can."
Testing started off simple, just simple exercises and machines that calculated her abilities.
However things went strange when she reached the 'mental' part of the testing.
"Ok, now look at this strand of hair." The voice said over the intercom as a box opened.
Behind was a strand of white hair sealed behind protective glass.
The strange part was the fact that the strand seemed to be alive.
Pandora tried to scan it but the glass blocked it, leaving her in the darkness for this thing.
"How do you feel about this hair?" The scientist asked.
"Curious as to what it is, but nothing else other than the discomfort one would feel when looking at a writhing worm." Pandora answered.
*fwoosh*
The hair was completely incinerated.
"That was a piece of an anomaly." They said in a monotone voice.
For the final part of the testing, it was the HUME index.
"Just stand in the center." They directed her to the middle of a room that was very wide, but the walls were covered in sensors, as well as the floor.
"..." She did as told and stood for a few seconds, "That it?"
"Yes, just wait 30 seconds."
-inside the observation room-
A scientist and officer Kennedy are present.
However, both started sweating looking at Pandora's results.
"A single punch can destroy this building..." The scientist mumbled to herself but was clearly heard by Kennedy.
"Thankfully the morality test shows she has a good heart." He sighed, "And she's likely immune to mind control or anything of the substance." He thought back to the hair.
*beep*
"The HUME testing is done." The scientist commented as he looked to the result and became silent and confused.
"What is it?" He asked the stunned scientist.
"-1" She mumbled.
"-1?" He repeated.
"Yes, -1 HUME." She was bewildered, "She stabilizes reality around her?"
"Why are you saying that like a question, you're the smart one here." Kennedy didn't know what she meant at all.
"She's a walking Scranton Reality Anchor." She simplified it greatly.
"OH!" He realized what she meant now, "Wait doesn't that mean she's more powerful than we thought?"
"Yes..." She put her head in her hands, "Which also means a lot more work."
It took Kennedy a few seconds to recognize that, he too, will have extra workload.
"Well, isn't she a fucktangular existence." He complained.
"I have never heard that word in my life." She look at him, confused.
"Complicated and messy in a whole lot of ways." He explained and she couldn't help but agree.
"Well, cheers to overtime?" she brought out a case of wine.
"After putting her in a secure spot, she can't just stand there." He rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"Yeah..."