Special Containment Procedures: SCP-049 is contained within a Standard Secure Humanoid Containment Cell in Research Sector-02 at Site-19. SCP-049 must be sedated before any attempts to transport it. During transport, SCP-049 must be secured within a Class III Humanoid Restriction Harness (including a locking collar and extension restraints) and monitored by no fewer than two armed guards.
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While SCP-049 is generally cooperative with most Foundation personnel, outbursts or sudden changes in behaviour are to be met with elevated force. Under no circumstances should any personnel come into direct contact with SCP-049 during these outbursts. In the event SCP-049 becomes aggressive, the application of lavender (L. multifida) has been shown to produce a calming effect on the entity. Once calmed, SCP-049 generally becomes compliant, and will return to containment with little resistance.
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In order to facilitate the ongoing containment of SCP-049, the entity is to be provided with the corpse of a recently deceased animal (typically a bovine or other large mammal) once every two weeks for study. Corpses that become instances of SCP-049-2 are to be removed from SCP-049's containment cell and incinerated. SCP-049 is no longer permitted to interact with human subjects, and requests for human subjects are to be denied.
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Temporary Containment Procedure Update: (See Addendum 049.3) Per Containment Committee Order 049.S19.17.1, SCP-049 is no longer permitted to interact directly with any members of Foundation staff, nor is it to be provided with any additional corpses to be used in its surgeries. This order shall persist indefinitely, until such time a consensus regarding the ongoing containment of SCP-049 can be reached.
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Description: SCP-049 is a humanoid entity, roughly 1.9 meters in height, which bears the appearance of a medieval plague doctor. While SCP-049 appears to be wearing the thick robes and the ceramic mask indicative of that profession, the garments instead seem to have grown out of SCP-049's body over time1, and are now nearly indistinguishable from whatever form is beneath them. X-rays indicate that despite this, SCP-049 does have a humanoid skeletal structure beneath its outer layer.
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X-Ray imaging of SCP-049's facial structure.
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SCP-049 is capable of speech in a variety of languages, though tends to prefer English or medieval French2. While SCP-049 is generally cordial and cooperative with Foundation staff, it can become especially irritated or at times outright aggressive if it feels that it is in the presence of what it calls the "Pestilence". Although the exact nature of this Pestilence is currently unknown to Foundation researchers, it does seem to be an issue of immense concern to SCP-049.
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SCP-049 will become hostile with individuals it sees as being affected by the Pestilence, often having to be restrained should it encounter such. If left unchecked, SCP-049 will generally attempt to kill any such individual; SCP-049 is capable of causing all biological functions of an organism to cease through direct skin contact. How this occurs is currently unknown, and autopsies of SCP-049's victims have invariably been inconclusive. SCP-049 has expressed frustration or remorse after these killings, indicating that they have done little to kill "The Pestilence", though will usually seek to then perform a crude surgery on the corpse using the implements contained within a black doctor's bag it carries on its person at all times3. While these surgeries are not always "successful", they often result in the creation of instances of SCP-049-2.
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SCP-049-2 instances are reanimated corpses that have been operated on by SCP-049. These instances do not seem to retain any of their prior memories or mental functions, having only basic motor skills and response mechanisms. While these instances are generally inactive, moving very little and in a generally ambulatory fashion, they can become extremely aggressive if provoked, or if directed to by SCP-049. SCP-049-2 instances express active biological functions, though these are vastly different from currently understood human physiology. Despite these alterations, SCP-049 often remarks that the subjects have been "cured".
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Addendum 049.1: Discovery
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SCP-049 was discovered during the investigation of a series of unknown disappearances in the town of Montauban in southern France. During a raid on a local home, investigators found several instances of SCP-049-2, as well as SCP-049. While law enforcement personnel engaged the hostile 049-2 instances, SCP-049 was noted as watching the engagement and taking notes in its journal. After all of the 049-2 instances were dispatched, SCP-049 willingly entered Foundation custody.
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SCP-049 upon discovery.
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The following interview was conducted by Dr. Raymond Hamm during the initial investigation.
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Interviewer: Dr. Raymond Hamm, Site-85
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Interviewee: SCP-049
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[BEGIN LOG]
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SCP-049: (In French) So then, how should we begin? An introduction?
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Dr. Hamm: (Aside) Is that French? Can we get a translator-
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SCP-049: (In English) The King's English! No need for translation, sir, I can speak it well enough.
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Dr. Hamm: Good. My name is Dr. Raymond Hamm, and I-
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SCP-049: Ah! A doctor! A like-minded individual, no doubt. Wherein is your speciality, sir?
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Dr. Hamm: Cryptobiology, why-
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SCP-049: (Laughs) A medical man, such as myself. Wonders abound! And here I worried I had been abducted by common street thugs! (Looks around the room) This place, then. This is your laboratory? I had wondered, as clean as it is, and with such little trace of the Pestilence here.
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Dr. Hamm: The Pestilence? What do you mean?
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SCP-049: The Scourge! The Great Dying. Come now, you know, the, uh… (taps temple furiously) …what is it they call it, the… the… ah, no matter. The Pestilence, yes. It abounds outside these walls, you know. So many have succumbed, and many more will continue to, until such time as a perfect cure can be developed. (Leans back in its chair) Fortunately, I am very close. It is my duty in life to rid the world of it, you see. The Cure To End All Cures!
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Dr. Hamm: When you say "The Great Dying", are you talking about the bubonic plague?
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SCP-049: (Pauses) I don't know what that is.
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Dr. Hamm: I see. Right, well, the entities our agents encountered at that house, they were dead when you encountered them, yes? And you reanimated them?
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SCP-049: Hrmm, in a manner of speaking. You see things too simply, doctor! Expand your horizons. Life and death, sickness and health, these are amateur terms for amateur physicians. There is only one ailment that exists in the world of men, and that is the Pestilence. And nothing else! Make no mistake, they were very ill, all of them.
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Dr. Hamm: You think you cured those people?
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SCP-049: Indeed. My cure is most effective.
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Dr. Hamm: The things we recovered were not human.
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SCP-049: (Pauses and glares at Dr. Hamm) Yes, well, it is not a perfect cure. But that will come with time. And further experimentation! I have spent a lifetime developing my methods, Dr. Hamm, and will spend a lifetime more, if necessary. Now, we have wasted too much time. There is work to do! I will require a laboratory of my own, one where I can continue my research unimpeded. And assistants, of course, though I can provide those on my own, in time. (Laughs)
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Dr. Hamm: I don't think our organization will be willing to-
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SCP-049: Nonsense. We are all men of science. Fetch your coat and show me to my quarters, doctor. (Gestures with pointed stick) Our work begins now!
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[END LOG]
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Interviewer's Note: While SCP-049 is capable of communicating in a very human way, there is a strange sense of unease that one experiences when in its presence. Make no mistake, there is something very uncanny about this entity indeed.
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Additionally, we've confiscated that pointed stick that SCP-049 keeps waving around. Part of this was due to standard confiscation protocols for the possessions of anomalies, and part because 049 really is a menace swinging it around like he does. The entity was displeased at first, but after we made some concessions in providing it with "test subjects" (which are, admittedly, more for the benefit of our own research) it warmed up to the idea.
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Addendum 049.2: Observation Log
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While in containment at Site-19, SCP-049 has spent a considerable amount of time studying and performing surgery on the various mammalian corpses it has been provided. SCP-049 will routinely spend several days performing surgery, and then (regardless of whether or not the corpse becomes an instance of SCP-049-2) spending several more days documenting its findings in a thick leather journal stored within its doctor's bag. SCP-049 will often seek to share its findings with members of Foundation staff.
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The following is a log of several occasions during which SCP-049 was observed operating on a mammalian corpse.
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Observational Log 049.OL.1 SUMMARY
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Subject: SCP-049
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Preface: A test subject (D-85123) was introduced into SCP-049's containment cell. The entity expressed sincere gratitude towards all members of the containment and research staff.
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Observation Notes: SCP-049 began by asking D-85123 several standard medical questions, as it began removing tools from its bag. Shortly after finishing its preparations, SCP-049 quickly closed the distance between the two, killing the subject with a touch to its throat. Afterwards, SCP-049 made a number of considerable alterations to the basic structure of the subject's corpse, often introducing fluids from within its bag into the subject by way of a hand powered pump and copper tubing.
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The resulting 049-2 instance became animated, flailing and grasping at the walls of the chamber with a number of manufactured limbs while moaning out of an oblong orifice now present in its sternum. During this time, SCP-049 was observed taking notes of the instance in its journal, and remarking to the watching research staff about the efficacy of its cure. Security personnel entered the chamber to move SCP-049 back to containment, and were attacked by the instance. The security team dispatched the 049-2 instance, and SCP-049 returned to containment with no resistance, stating that it was pleased with the results.
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Observational Log 049.OL.2 SUMMARY
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Subject: SCP-049
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Preface: SCP-049 was provided the corpse of a recently deceased goat. SCP-049 expressed gratitude at the provision.
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Observation Notes: SCP-049 operated on the goat corpse for several days, eventually resulting in an instance of SCP-049-2. SCP-049 expressed pleasure in this outcome, though admitted "the disease was still in its nascent stage. My veterinarian practice is rudimentary, but the patient responded well to the procedure."
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Observational Log 049.OL.3 SUMMARY
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Subject: SCP-049
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Preface: SCP-049 was provided the corpse of a recently deceased orangutan. SCP-049 expressed noted gratitude at the provision, due to the similarities between the orangutan and common human physiology.
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Observation Notes: SCP-049 spent several days operating on the orangutan, reanimating it several times. However, SCP-049 appeared to be discontent with the results it experienced, returning to the creature three times after its initial reanimation for additional work. After it was unable to reanimate the corpse a fifth time, SCP-049 turned the corpse over to Foundation staff for incineration, stating "I have learned so much from this, though I fear my early optimism was misplaced. I hadn’t yet come across such a… a stumbling block on my road to the cure. More subjects like this would do a great deal in advancing my research."
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Observational Log 049.OL.7 FULL
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Subject: SCP-049
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Preface: SCP-049 was provided the corpse of a recently deceased bovine. SCP-049 expressed mild annoyance at the provision, though accepted it nonetheless4.
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Observation Notes: SCP-049 spent several days operating on the bovine corpse, breaking only to dine on a requested dinner of thin crackers, salted pork, and hard cheese5. Beginning first by embalming the corpse, SCP-049 was observed producing a number of long syringes from its bag, each containing a different dark, viscous fluid. SCP-049 described these fluids as "essences of the humors", and elaborated by saying "the Pestilence may bring about a systemic imbalance. In such a case, before true healing can begin, one must find the humors in balance or the body will reject the cure."6
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Over the next few days, SCP-049 spent a considerable amount of time adjusting the organs of the bovine corpse with a number of large metal instruments. After eight days, SCP-049 produced a lightning rod, which Dr. Hamm exchanged for an electric cattle prod attached to an extension cord, and struck the corpse in several locations. This action seemingly had the effect of reanimating the bovine, which once again became ambulatory, despite the inversion of the head and reorientation of its limbs.
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Follow Up Interview
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Dr. Hamm: We've watched you work for several weeks now, and honestly I'm not sure I understand what you're doing. Can you describe your process in detail?
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SCP-049: Oh goodness no, the process is most intensive. As I said to your assistant, the best instruction you will find about my methods are here in my journals, as I have kept exhaustive records of my work7 there.
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Dr. Hamm: I see. My concern, doctor, is that we still don't understand what you're seeking to cure, or how it manifests, or how turning these creatures into quasi-living, mindless drones helps in that effort.
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SCP-049: You do not understand the Pestilence? Even after all this time? Doctor, it is an unspeakable horror, one that has shown its true face many times before and will again. I find myself blessed with the wisdom and good senses needed to root it out and destroy it, but many like yourself cannot. It is a cruel judgement, I fear, to be at the mercy of a disease you cannot fully comprehend!
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Dr. Hamm: That still doesn't answer my question. How is your cure any kind of cure at all?
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SCP-049: (Growing suddenly agitated) It is a cure! You may laugh at my efforts if you please, but do not besmirch the good name of scientific progress that has developed this great mercy. What you so shortsightedly see here is a life better than any this creature could have hoped for, stricken as it was with Pestilence. This creature is now clean, unable to spread the Pestilence and free from the terror it would have experienced otherwise.
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Dr. Hamm: This is hardly a creature at all, doctor, it's not even-
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SCP-049: (Very agitated) Do not jape with me, sir! You and your colleagues are like so many others, unable to look past minor setbacks to see the salvation taking place before your very eyes. Do you wait to remove rotten timbers until the hall collapses on top of you? No. You find them and you pull them out and replace them with those untouched by rot! And most of all, you do not simply mock the structure because it now looks different to you. It is strong! It is free of disease.
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Dr. Hamm: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to agitate you. I'm just trying to understand.
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SCP-049: (Deep breath) Yes, well, do mind your words in the future, doctor. I am a professional, but even professionals may feel the bite of pride in dealing with criticism of their masterpiece. I will forgive this as an act of good faith between colleagues.
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Dr. Hamm: Is there anything else I can help you with?
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SCP-049: (Pauses, looking away from Dr. Hamm) No, that will be all. Another test subject, on the usual schedule. You know my preference of subjects with more human anatomies.
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[END LOG]
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Attending Researcher's Note: SCP-049 does seem to genuinely want to help other humans, though it has not yet been able to provide a concrete example of what exactly it is trying to save us all from. I have watched it now over several weeks, and while the outcomes do not seem to ever change, SCP-049 continues to claim that it is growing closer to its perfect cure. I think the entity may be more aware of the reality of these outcomes than it would like us to think.
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Addendum 049.3: 04/16/2017 Incident
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Starting shortly after SCP-049's initial containment, Dr. Hamm conducted a number of interviews with the subject regarding its anomalous properties, and over time began to note its displeasure with its subjects and the SCP-049-2 instances. This continued for a period of several months, during which SCP-049 never exhibited any aggressive behaviours.
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On April 16th, 2017, as Dr. Hamm was entering SCP-049's test chamber to conduct another routine interview, the entity began to grow anxious and asked Dr. Hamm if he was feeling well. Following protocol, Dr. Hamm reminded SCP-049 that the interview was required, after which the entity became hostile and attacked Dr. Hamm, killing him. Due to a lapse in security protocol, and because Dr. Hamm did not activate the in-chamber emergency system, Dr. Hamm's corpse was not discovered until three hours later, by which point SCP-049 had converted it into an instance of SCP-049-2.
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In the aftermath of this incident, SCP-049 was interviewed by Dr. Theron Sherman.
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Interviewer: Dr. Theron Sherman, Site-42
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Interviewee: SCP-049
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Dr. Sherman: I need you to explain yourself.
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Dr. Sherman: SCP-049, you are being directed to explain your actions, and I will remind you that failure to cooperate will result in further restrictions during your containment.
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SCP-049: (Pauses) My actions do not need to be explained.
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Dr. Sherman: You killed Raymond Hamm and then butchered him until he-
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SCP-049: (Interrupting, angrily) Not dead! No! Not… not dead. He is… he is cured.
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Dr. Sherman: Cured? Cured of what?
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SCP-049: The Pestilence, sir! I had thought you, at least, would realize what luck it is I detected it before-
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Dr. Sherman: (Interrupting) What pestilence? You keep going on and on about this pestilence but you have not once been able to properly identify this "disease". What could you have possibly seen in him today that you had not seen so many times before? That it would be worth his life?
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SCP-049: He… (pauses) The Pestilence presents and progresses in unforeseeable fashions, and has a queer way of- of creeping into the unprepared, and… (breathing becomes heavier) call it what you want, doctor. It was a mercy I did to him. He is cured.
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Dr. Sherman: He is a vegetable!
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SCP-049: (Pauses) I… I would not expect you to understand. You and your… your ilk have proven time and time again to be not men of science, but men of- of emotion. You cannot appreciate the horrors I have seen, those many millions who have succumbed to the Pestilence and been changed, who-
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Dr. Sherman: Your cure cost Ray his life!
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SCP-049: No good SIR I have saved it! You would allow this world to slip back into the, the- the despair of disease and death, ignoring that I have created a miracle and-
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Dr. Sherman: (Talking over SCP-049) What disease? What pestilence? He was a healthy man! He was a good doctor!
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SCP-049: -am offering it freely to the afflicted! You are not worth this argument, sir. You are shortsighted and foolish. Dr. Hamm was sick, and I… (breath catches) I cured him. I am the only one who can do this. My work must continue, there is so much still to learn, so much to-
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Dr. Sherman: I've had enough of this. Consider your allowances revoked. Welcome to containment, oh-four-nine. (Away from mic) We're done here.
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SCP-049: -do, and others can be saved! Even you, though you do not deserve it, might be saved! I can save them all! I can cast down this plague, once and for all. I can do this! Only me! I… I… (labored breathing) I saved… I saved him… Dr. Hamm, I… I cured him… he was sick, I know he was sick, I know he was, and I… you are all sick, but I… I can save you. I can save all of you, because I… I am the cure.
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Addendum 049.4: Post-Incident Report Interview
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The following interview is an excerpt from the 4/16/17 049 Incident Report. The interview was conducted by Dr. Elijah Itkin, and took place three weeks after the start of the initial investigation.
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Date: 5/7/17
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Interviewer: Dr. Elijah Itkin
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Interviewee: SCP-049
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Dr. Itkin: SCP-049, we are conducting this interview to close out our investigation of your actions taken on April 16th that resulted in the death of a staff member. Do you have any comments to make?
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SCP-049: Only that I look forward to the day when you will allow me to resume my work! I have spent the last few weeks compiling my notes and constructing a new theory for how the Pestilence was able to infect someone in such an insidious manner that I nearly couldn't detect it.
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Dr. Itkin: Have you experienced any remorse for your actions? For the death of Dr. Hamm?
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SCP-049: (Waves his hand) Ah, yes. Well, the death of a colleague is always regrettable, but in the face of the Pestilence we must be swift, doctor, and act without hesitation.
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Dr. Itkin: Dr. Sherman noted in his report that you seemed to be mournful during your initial interview.
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SCP-049: Mourn- (Pauses) Perhaps. I had not thought that… It is lamentable that a fellow doctor became infected, but the work continues. Regrettable as… as it was, Dr. Hamm's death provided important insight. Living human subjects are the only way to proceed forward, I am decided. My cure is of little use on dead flesh, and I have gleaned all I can from your generous supply of corpses. My desires turn towards tending to those still living who suffer from the disease.
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Dr. Itkin: I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed.
Filenames: SCP-049-Image-2.png, SCP-049D-Image-2.png
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Filenames: Addendum0491.mp3, Addendum0492.mp3, Addendum0493.mp3, Addendum0494.mp3
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-058 is to be kept in isolation in a 5 m by 5 m by 5 m containment chamber at all times. Walls are to be constructed of 3 m (10 ft) of reinforced heat-resistant steel, backed with a further 10 m (33 ft) of reinforced concrete. SCP-058 is to be fed a live cow every three days. Maintenance is to be conducted every sixty (60) minutes while SCP-058 is dormant and every fifteen (15) minutes when SCP-058 is active. Under no circumstances is SCP-058 to be allowed out of its containment area. SCP-058 is to be audio recorded at all times. No personnel are to listen to SCP-058 for more than thirty (30) minutes at a time. In case of escape, facility is to be considered compromised and detonation of on-site nuclear weaponry is to commence. To date, SCP-058 has been responsible for the death of at least one hundred and forty-nine (149) Class-D personnel and fourteen (14) Agents at its current site.
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Description: SCP-058 resembles a bovine heart, with four (4) arthropod-like legs used primarily for movement, and four (4) tentacles of adjustable length, covered with razor sharp spines. It has a single sharp 'stinger' on its rear, where the hole for the superior vena cava would be in a typical organ. SCP-058's tentacles can be "whipped" to a distance of 3.2 m (10.5 ft) at speeds in excess of 320 km/h (200 mph). SCP-058 is extremely hostile and will use every opportunity afforded to it to inflict damage on its surroundings. SCP-058 has been shown to be highly resilient to trauma, and should be approached with caution even when apparently incapacitated.
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SCP-058 is highly mobile and capable of rapid movement on both horizontal and vertical surfaces. It has been recorded reaching a speed of approximately 90 km/h (55 mph) in short bursts, covering distances up to 200 m (656 ft), and has the ability to accelerate from 0 to 90 km/h (55 mph) in less than two (2) seconds. It has been shown to use its tentacles for increased leverage and stability, as well as utilizing them to pull itself to other surfaces at high speeds.
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SCP-058 'speaks' in a human voice, though no method of producing sound has been observed in its physiology. It speaks with vocal tone and accent of an elderly British male with a slight lisp and deep voice. SCP-058 talks constantly, regardless of conditions: even when attacking, SCP-058's voice and pace of speech are unchanged. The speech of SCP-058 lacks any detectable correlation to events, persons, or exterior locations involved with SCP-058 (see Transcript of Interview 058-04).
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SCP-058 was first encountered at Site ██ as it came out of [DATA EXPUNGED]. SCP-058 was extremely hostile and appeared to be very agitated. Initially SCP-058 attacked Site ██, which resulted in the death of ██ faculty and ██ Agents. SCP-058 went on to attack the nearby town of ███████████, resulting in the death of over [REDACTED] citizens and the destruction of seventy percent (70%) of the surrounding buildings.
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Post-Breach analysis determined a majority of the deaths are attributable to fire and fire-related injuries, resulting from a wide spread of "stinger fluid" by SCP-058 from a large structure. This is also blamed for a majority of structural damage. █████████ by SCP-058 accounts for only 8% of total deaths, with major evidence [DATA EXPUNGED]
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SCP-058 was finally contained after being crushed and incapacitated by a large amount of masonry from a building that had collapsed on top of it. SCP-058 was then extracted and transported to ████████ by Agents and MTF teams. SCP-058 was contained at ████████ for three weeks, during which it made minimal attempts to move, attributed both to physical damage and bloating from █████████ during the initial breach incident. Testing during this period was limited, with SCP-058 still maintaining a high threat level even in its impaired state.
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SCP-058 breached containment on ██/██/████ during an attempted transfer to an SCP Containment Site, causing multiple deaths and injuries. SCP-058 was eventually incapacitated by Agent ██████, who managed to subdue SCP-058 by running it over with an M1 tank, pinning it beneath the armored vehicle. SCP-058 was subsequently secured and transported to Armed Bio-Containment Area 14.
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The SCP-1175 containment team has observed significant agitation in SCP-1175-2 on a number of dates that coincide with prolonged breaches of SCP-058's containment. Additionally, personnel assigned to AI-2471GH2's maintenance have reported inexplicable heart palpatations during similar timeframes. Investigation into possible connections is pending RAISA approval.
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Transcript of Interview 058-04:
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SCP-058:I had dreams of the queen wonders that lived inside the hearts of love and silent treatments of all the elderly that I knew were once whole.
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Dr Johnston:What is your name?
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SCP-058:I seek the revelations of all that the holy told to the unwise in the dreams of cold embers in sunlight that fade across lakes of black blood and snakes that eat the loaves of children from lamb trees in autumn.
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Dr Johnston:What is your name?
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SCP-058:Endless suffering is the woe of ignorant men who never lack to seek the depth of their own hearts and only see the wealth of a poor world suffering to flay its own back in knife wounds of silver and brutal gladness.
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Dr Johnston:Where are you from?
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SCP-058:The nightmare is a dream to the nameless slug that wanders across minefield and the remains of deer and kings.
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Personnel D-067:This is some creepy ass- (D-067 cuts off into screaming)
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SCP-058:Nightshade is shadows in all honest blinks that sort through the bile of newborn plagues, instant warmth is a mother's milk in dreams before anything was ever evil.
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Dr Johnston:Let him go!
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SCP-058:In seconds the sun is beating like drums in all hearts eat the ear of noise.
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Personnel D-067: (Screaming is cut short abruptly)
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SCP-058:The sensual violence of lust is all the assurance you will ever need to know the worth of life.
Special Containment Procedures: All media reports related to SCP-1000 are to be examined for potential verifiability. All organizations and individuals investigating SCP-1000's existence are to be kept under surveillance by Mobile Task Force Zeta-1000 and discredited or administered amnestics. All physical signs of SCP-1000's existence must be retrieved and kept in Foundation custody, and replaced with decoy items if necessary. Alleged sightings of SCP-1000 must always be investigated by MTF Zeta-1000, however trivial the claim.
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Absolutely no contact with wild or captive instances of SCP-1000 is allowed without prior approval by Director Jones. Any interaction between SCP-1000 and humans, including Foundation personnel, must be reported to Director Jones immediately.
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Description: SCP-1000 is a nocturnal, omnivorous ape, classified in the Hominini branch along with genera Pan and Homo. Adults range in size from 1.5 to 3 m (5 to 10 ft) in height, and weigh between 90 and 270 kg (200 - 600 lbs). They have grey, brown, black, red, and occasionally white fur. They possess large eyes with good vision, a pronounced brow ridge, and a sagittal crest on the forehead similar to that of the gorilla, but present in both sexes. Their intelligence is on par with that of Pan troglodytes (the common chimpanzee).
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SCP-1000 evolved alongside Homo sapiens, existing contemporaneously with proto-humans and humans in large numbers until 10,000-15,000 years ago, when an extinction event eliminated all but 1-5% of their population. This event was triggered by SCP-1000 contracting an anomalous "pseudo-disease" classified as SCP-1000-f1. This disease is passed on at the genetic level and affects every present-day instance of SCP-1000. The majority of SCP-1000 instances are born immune to the effect; those who are not born immune quickly die.
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The effect of SCP-1000-f1 is as follows: Any hominid (including humans, chimpanzees, bonobos, and non-immune instances of SCP-1000) that directly or indirectly observes any instance of SCP-1000 has a minimum 2% chance of being instantly killed through anomalous means via permanent cessation of brain function. This percentage is cumulative, and the longer a human views SCP-1000, the higher the chance of instantaneous death increases, at a rate of +1% chance per 20 minutes of viewing. This effect varies between individual members of SCP-1000's species, with some individuals carrying a 'death chance' of 90%. The effect is also produced by dead individuals, though small fur samples do not exhibit the effect.
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Known means of preventing this effect are small-scale only and include [REDACTED] (see attached documentation; Level 3 clearance required).
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Because of SCP-1000's close relation to humanity, it is considered likely that SCP-1000-f1 could eventually transfer to human carriers. Any instance of SCP-1000 finding its way to a major population center could constitute an ██-class end of the world scenario with a minimum death toll of [REDACTED] and possible extinction of humanity. Fortunately, SCP-1000 appears to instinctively avoid human contact.
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It is not currently feasible to exterminate SCP-1000 entirely.
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The highest known population concentrations of SCP-1000 are at present located in the Pacific Northwest region of North America and the Himalayan Mountain range in Asia. As of ██/██/████, these populations remain extant. SCP-1000's presence and [DATA EXPUNGED] have also been documented within the past 5 years on every continent. All known significant populations of SCP-1000 located near human population centers have been eliminated.
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SCP-1000 came to the attention of the Foundation via contact by Doctor Franz M███████ in 14██ with the Children of the Sun, who identified themselves as outcast members of the Serpent's Hand. This group has since been completely destroyed by the Foundation, due to their reluctance to surrender information about SCP-1000, SCP-███, and SCP-███ (since reclassified as SCP-1000-███ and SCP-1000-███). Remaining members have either joined the Foundation, or have gone into hiding, presumably as members of the Serpent's Hand. Weapons, tools, and other unique pseudo-technological resources in possession of the organization have been classified as SCP-1000-001 through SCP-1000-████. These resources have been made use of by the Foundation in multiple instances; for a full list, see Document 1000-3534-Y (Level 3 clearance required). Access to surviving ex-members of the Children of the Sun is restricted to personnel with clearance level 4/1000 unless given direct authorization for contact by Director Jones.
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Further information is available to personnel with clearance level 3/1000 or above. Personnel with clearance level 3/1000 or above are required to read Document Alpha-1596-1000.
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Addendum 1000-466-X: Update to Special Containment Procedures: As of ██/██/████, SCP-1000's Special Containment Procedures no longer include Procedure 516-Lumina. [DATA EXPUNGED] indicates that SCP-1000 may be developing a resistance to the sonic element [DATA EXPUNGED] will not develop further, so that Procedure 516-Lumina can still be used in emergency situations. Investigation into alternate means of reliably keeping SCP-1000 away from human population centers is underway. Whether SCP-1000 resistance to Procedure 516-Lumina was calculated (and as such may be a sign of SCP-1000 [REDACTED]) or coincidental (by chance of natural species variation) is not known at this time.
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Document Alpha-1596-1000: Missive from Director Jones
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You've probably heard the rumors before now. Everyone without the clearance level to know better wants to get their dig in. "Did you hear Sasquatch is an SCP? Are we gonna capture and contain Batboy next?"
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Yes. SCP-1000 is Bigfoot.
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I'm sure you've snickered. Don't worry. Contrary to rumors, we don't actually assign you to "Keter duty" for finding something humorous.
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You think Bigfoot is funny because we want you to think Bigfoot is funny. We've bankrolled Hollywood comedies and farcical documentaries, paid off men in gorilla suits, perpetrated hoaxes with bear prints and goat fur, bribed and brainwashed cartoonists to get especially silly depictions on children's television. Even the term "Bigfoot" comes from us, planted in the media in 1958, a term people would find even harder to take seriously than "Sasquatch".
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Why? We'll get to that.
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The information in the article that you've already read isn't entirely true. There are two direct lies, and plenty of lies of omission.
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There is no such thing as the "anomalous pseudo-disease" referred to as SCP-1000-f1. SCP-1000 does not possess a magical death aura. In fact, SCP-1000 does not directly exhibit any anomalous effect whatsoever.
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We also lied about SCP-1000's intelligence level. SCP-1000 aren't chimp-level smart. They're smarter - to be precise, they are exactly as smart as us.
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That brings us to the lies of omission. That's what this letter is for. The lies came from me, so I figure the truth should come from me as well.
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This is the story we got from the Children of the Sun who defected to us. It's a story we didn't believe - refused to believe, at first.
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As you've already read, the apes we call SCP-1000 evolved alongside us. We walked in the daytime, they walked in the nighttime, our nocturnal siblings in the shadows.
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But while we were still wandering hunter-gatherers, they… changed. Like we would, a few thousand years later. Tools. Weapons. Agriculture. Domesticated animals. Stable settlements. As humanity blinked in the Pleistocene sun, SCP-1000's population exploded across the night. They blanketed the planet in the tens of billions.
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They made things that we still can't comprehend, even though we've thoroughly studied the surviving pieces. Organic technology. They made trees and birds of prey grow into fast-moving ships, herds of animals that became trains, bushes that became flying vehicles. From insects and pigeons they made things equivalent to cell phones, televisions, computers. Atomic bombs. The Children describe vast shining cities, stretching across glaciers and penetrating the deepest caverns, grown skyships of ivory and spider-silk, creatures tending them with hundreds of blinking eyes.
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We were rare, like gorillas now, a few hundred thousand left at best. We avoided their settlements just like wild animals today avoid ours. SCP-1000 understood we were intelligent like them, but avoided us just as we avoided them, saw us as fairies, as gnomes, ascribed us supernatural powers, said we ate bad children while they slept in daylight. They fenced off our dwindling wild populations in conservatories, outlawed poaching but in the underground consumed our bones as aphrodisiacs.
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Then their civilization fell. And we did it. By 'we' I don't mean the Foundation. By 'we', I mean humanity.
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The story is muddy. Supposedly a trickster forest god showed humanity favor, showed us the master's tools and how to use them. Why we did it, we don't know. Perhaps they hunted us, perhaps we were simply afraid. Perhaps it was just that they fenced us in, unintentionally or not. We simply don't know what the truth is. Somehow we acquired SCP-1000's own technology, and with it, we instigated an SK-class dominance shift in which humanity became the dominant species of Earth.
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We wiped out 70% of SCP-1000's population in a single day. The Day of Flowers, the Children called it. Supposedly every flower bloomed that day, while our enemies died in their sleep. Then we hunted the rest down. But we went further than just killing them. With a few of the more twisted of SCP-1000's devices, we drove the survivors mad, even those hiding beyond our reach. We trapped them in their own minds, blocking higher functions and leaving their bodies to fend for themselves like any ordinary ape. We slaughtered their living machines and burned their vast shining cities with SCP-1000's bioweapons that reduced everything to slurry and dust that washed or blew away in spring rain and wind.
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We left no traces. Not even our own memory. We turned one of the weapons on ourselves, wiped out any knowledge of SCP-1000 and the greatest civilization the planet had ever seen. Only a few humans protected themselves from the effect, kept the forbidden knowledge, just in case. The rest of us went back to being hunter-gatherers, none the wiser.
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Which brings us to today.
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You're going to read all about this in the level 3 documentation, but I'll give you the short version here: SCP-1000 are somehow regaining their forgotten intelligence and knowledge. Maybe they never truly lost it. We don't know.
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This is why the ever-increasing number of "Bigfoot sightings" is so worrying. Why the attempts at contact, however indecipherable, are even more worrying.
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Yes. SCP-1000 are just like us. That's what makes them so dangerous. We wiped them from history and memory. We dissolved their civilization and we slaughtered most of their species. Just ask yourselves: If they got the chance, what more would they do to us?
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Addendum 1000-056-D: Instances of SCP-1000 have tried to make contact with Foundation personnel on multiple occasions. Most of these attempts at contact have [DATA EXPUNGED] untranslated, though recent attempts show that some instances of SCP-1000 are capable of communicating in English.
Addendum 1000-104-Y:Certain acquired documents contain extensive references to SCP-1000. Relevant is that the documents appear to be composed by entities associated directly with the location known as the Wanderer's Library. Context or significance of document details not yet clarified.
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Addendum 1000-276-A: Numerous anomalous objects with a known connection to SCP-1000 [DATA EXPUNGED] prior cyclical iterations. As one example, SCP-2273 may not have a point of origin in a parallel timeline, but instead a prior "iteration". SCP-2932, SCP-2511, and other sources of living cultural insight into SCP-1000 (or a variation) all present "consistent inconsistencies" which may be used to create a fuller picture of the nature of these "iterations", though conclusions are uncertain.
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Addendum 1000-276-Q: Special report [DATA EXPUNGED] This unnumbered "black box" anomalous item anchored underneath the structure is likely the most significant anomalous object known to have been utilized. Central to understanding SCP-1000's anomalous capabilities, including capabilities not developed directly, but accessed from prior [DATA EXPUNGED] modern-day relevance to the Foundation and to society at large in a scenario of general containment failure.
Log 1000-ad065-x1: The following is a rough translation of recent SCP-1000 attempt at communication with Foundation personnel on ██/██/███ (see attached documentation).
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+given choice for now, not forever;
+let us back in
Title: bigfoot_patterson01-new.png
+Author(s): Waldo93, Tim Evanson, Shaggydredlocks
+Release year: 2020
+Note: Created by Shaggydredlocks utilizing the images below.
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Source:Pixabay
+License: CC0
+Title: N/A
+Author: Waldo93
+Note: Pixabay moved to its own Pixabay License in January 2019, but CC0 is still applied to images uploaded before January 2019. See here for details.
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Source:Flickr
+License: CC BY-SA 2.0
+Title: Lucy model - australopithecus afarensis- Smithsonian Museum of Natural History - 2012-05-17
+Author: Tim Evanson
SCP-1037 (middle of photo) surrounded by affected material during Incident 1037-5.
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Item #: SCP-1037
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Object Class: Instrument
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Containment Class: Euclid (Formerly Safe)
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Special Containment Procedures (Updated): SCP-1037 is to be contained in a 40 meter tall vertical shaft at Site-19. SCP-1037 is to rest in the center of two trapdoors attached to the walls of this shaft. Material affected by SCP-1037 is opaque; this has been exploited by making the trapdoors out of transparent plexiglass. Lasers attached to the ceiling of the containment shaft will connect with laser sensors at the bottom strategically aligned near the edges of the shaft.
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If at least two laser sensors are unable to make contact with their respective lasers (i.e. the trapdoors have been converted to SCP-1037-affected material at a high percentage) the trapdoors will open, allowing SCP-1037 to fall onto the set of trapdoors below it. The affected trapdoors will then be delivered by automated system to the on-site incinerator.
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The containment shaft has one trapdoor set for every 0.5 meters. On average, SCP-1037 activates one trapdoor set every 8 years. At its current rate, this containment system will be able to contain SCP-1037 uninterrupted until at least 2627 C.E. In the event of a power outage, containment breach, or any other event that compromises the primary containment shaft's ability to contain SCP-1037, it is to be suspended in gelatin in a secondary containment locker until the primary containment system is repaired.
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Description: SCP-1037 is an SAE Grade No. 7 steel bolt, of the type used in many buildings with a steel or concrete frame. It is made from a medium-strength steel alloy, consisting of 97.5% iron, 1.2% tungsten, and 1.3% unknown substance.
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SCP-1037 vibrates at a nanoscopic level, in a complex but structured set of frequencies ranging from 8500 Hertz to 900 Hertz. These vibrations are capable of crystallizing surrounding material1 into a visually identical version of the material of SCP-1037. In addition, SCP-1037-affected material (designated SCP-1037-1) vibrates identically to SCP-1037, leading to exponential spread of SCP-1037's effect, as long as SCP-1037 remains in contact with it. Given M grams of material, the amount of material (R) at any given time (t) in days after beginning of sustained contact with SCP-1037 is given by R = f(t) = M(e833.2t - 450.07) grams.
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However, SCP-1037-1 is much more brittle than SCP-1037 itself, or its non-affected counterpart. Given enough time, structures made with SCP-1037 built in will collapse due to lack of structural integrity. It is assumed that, given enough time, SCP-1037 would be able to convert Earth in its entirety to SCP-1037-1. This would represent a N0K-Class "Contagious Material" Scenario, and, judging by the exponential equation above, would occur if SCP-1037 was in contact with the ground for approximately 8 years.
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Discovery: SCP-1037 was discovered in the estate of Dr. Claddeus, a historian of some note studying artifacts in eastern Europe and northern Africa. After his expiration in 1875, a lawyer inspecting Dr. Claddeus' estate found SCP-1037 along with numerous artifacts related to GoI-004 ("Church of the Broken God"). SCP-1037 was found suspended in a container filled with gelatin, and at the time of discovery had converted approximately one quarter of the gelatin to SCP-1037-1.
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Interviews with Dr. Claddeus' next of kin indicated that they had not been informed of SCP-1037's existence. SCP-1037 was originally contained by the American Secure Containment Initiative prior to its absorption into the SCP Foundation.
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Using Dr. Claddeus' journals, the origin of SCP-1037 was traced to a secret chamber in a dig site in Egypt. The Foundation discovered several non-anomalous replicas of SCP-1037, with some attached to the end of long sticks, along with multiple bows designed to fire arrows.
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Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-1051's main danger being information leakage, efforts towards containment have been placed into denial or falsification of rumors surrounding its existence. Agents are to be reminded that any reference towards SCP-1051 or similar concepts during interaction with a civilian, whether online or offline, are to be met with ridicule and/or denial. Knowledge beyond current cultural information may require the application of a Class-A amnestic.
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SCP-1051 is to be patrolled by no less than twenty (20) personnel dressed in uniforms superficially resembling that of the United States Air Force, in a two (2) km radius surrounding SCP-1051. Intruders into this radius are to be shot. Personnel are reminded to not injure intruders, but only shoot a sufficient amount to repel them. Repeated attempts at entry or entry beyond a one (1) km radius will result in the application of a Class-A amnestic.
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Satellites orbiting over or near SCP-1051 are to have their transmissions monitored for suspected interference. Any antennae discovered in a ten (10) km radius around SCP-1051 with no known purpose are to be either destroyed or surrounded by a Faraday cage.
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Description: SCP-1051 is a large, immobile organism presumably extra-terrestrial in origin. Its "shell" measures approximately 700 meters by 500 meters by 60 meters. SCP-1051 is an ambush predator in nature, and lures its prey using a variety of sociological and psychological manipulation.
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SCP-1051 has a shell that mimics large structures. For the past ██ years, SCP-1051 has remained in appearance to an aircraft hangar.
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SCP-1051 will periodically produce and launch "eggs" (see above) from itself. They are elliptical in design but are flattened at the bottom to make a domed shape. This is presumably for ease of travel through terrestrial atmospheres. Currently █ out of ██ "eggs" have successfully been reclaimed by Foundation personnel. Eggs not intercepted by Foundation personnel have been ejected out of Earth's atmosphere and are irretrievable.
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SCP-1051 will frequently attempt to connect with orbiting satellites in order to send television signals, images, or a variety of other media forms. SCP-1051 currently has a 2█% success rate in connection. SCP-1051 may also transmit radio signals or connect to telephone lines.
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SCP-1051 arrived on Earth in 194█ in an "egg". It was originally discovered by the United States Air Force, which transported it to █████ ████, Nevada. SCP-1051 did not come into Foundation attention until 195█, following a distress signal by Air Force personnel stationed at █████ ████.
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Addendum 1051-1: Anatomy of SCP-1051:
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Aerial photograph of SCP-1051 taken 195█. Note that the majority of SCP-1051 is underground.
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1. Mouth of SCP-1051. Doors to SCP-1051 shut and prey is pushed deeper into SCP-1051's body.
+2. Gizzard of SCP-1051. Grinds prey into fine paste before digesting.
+3. Stomach of SCP-1051. Digests prey into nutrients and waste products.
+4. Sphincter and waste tube of SCP-1051. Nutrients are sent to point 5 while waste product is released through southern cavity.
+5. Brain of SCP-1051.
+6. Distributing organ of SCP-1051. Note that this organ extends several different antennae and wires underground, allowing it to connect to various phone lines, emit radio transmissions, and connect to satellites. Foundation personnel have only been able to discover ██ of the presumed ███ antennae SCP-1051 utilizes above ground.
+7. Presumed to be tongue of SCP-1051. Analysis of this paved area has shown fine indentations in the concrete, suggesting that SCP-1051 may have taste buds. ██/██/19██: This was confirmed after SCP-1051 retracted it momentarily following a chemical spill, giving the appearance of a disappearing air-strip.
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Addendum 1051-2: Transmissions Successfully Distributed by SCP-1051:
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Repeated uploading of various false information to various "Conspiracy" websites, including:
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Information of various spacecraft being reverse-engineered inside itself.
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Various "Men in Black" theories of extra-terrestrial contact.
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Its use as testing for the following items: Exotic energy weapons, weather controlling devices, time and teleportation machines, and impossible propulsion systems.
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Various messages in radio and television transmissions regarding its use by a "shadow government" [NOTE: This is considered a high-level information leak. Class-A amnestics are authorized for use dependent on the level of classified information.]
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Calls to several production studios in California.
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Dozens of calls, faxes, and Emails to the National Enquirer offices in █████. National Enquirer offices have been monitored by Foundation personnel since 198█.
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Masked orders to officially reveal its existence, sent to U.S. Military Intelligence.
Foreword: A small radio apparatus was set up nearby SCP-1051's distributing organ in an attempt to communicate with it. Agents found SCP-1051's distributing frequency at the time after 2 hours of scanning.
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<Commence Log>
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Dr. Richardson: Hello? 1051, can you hear me?
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SCP-1051: Give.
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Dr. Richardson: Pardon?
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SCP-1051: Give.
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Dr. Richardson: Give what?
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SCP-1051: Want feed.
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Dr. Richardson: You don't get any food.
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SCP-1051: Area-51 is currently being controlled by the SCP Foundation, a shadow government organization that has designated it SCP-1051. Here are a few names of the operatives-
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Dr. Richardson: Send out D-7238. (One D-class personnel is sent into SCP-1051's "mouth".) …Now, why are you sending out these signals?
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SCP-1051: Bring food.
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Dr. Richardson: What do you mean?
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SCP-1051: Learn humans curious. Make curious.
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Dr. Richardson: What about those discs we captured?
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SCP-1051: Catch baby? (An audible groan can be heard coming from SCP-1051's "brain")
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Dr. Richardson: They're eggs? You reproduce that way?
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SCP-1051: (2 minute pause) Dr. Richardson, Agent Adler, Agent Crescent. Its coordinates are the following: [DATA EXPUNGED]
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: SCP-1051 proved to be highly uncooperative following the interview. All attempts to destroy SCP-1051's distributing organ met with failure.
Foreword: Sgt. Bernson sent out the distress signal received by Foundation personnel that led to the discovery of SCP-1051.
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. Richardson: Good afternoon, sergeant.
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Sgt. Bernson: Good afternoon.
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Dr. Richardson: You were working in Area-51, yes, the Air Force base?
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Sgt. Bernson: Yes.
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Dr. Richardson: And what project were you assigned to?
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Sgt. Bernson: Security and regulation of research regarding the unidentified flying object recovered from Roswell in 1947.
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Dr. Richardson: And what was the object itself?
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Sgt. Bernson: White, dome-shaped meteorite.
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Dr. Richardson: What did they discover during research?
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Sgt. Bernson: The meteorite was hollow, but filled with some kind of liquid. Something was very slowly moving around inside of it.
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Dr. Richardson: And how long did study of the object take place?
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Sgt. Bernson: █ years.
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Dr. Richardson: It would have continued longer but it was interrupted, yes?
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Sgt. Bernson: Yes.
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Dr. Richardson: You were the one that sent out a distress signal?
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Sgt. Bernson: Yes.
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Dr. Richardson: Why?
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Sgt. Bernson: The meteorite hatched.
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Dr. Richardson: Pardon?
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Sgt. Bernson: The meteorite hatched. It was an egg.
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Dr. Richardson: And that's when you sent out the distress signal?
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Sgt. Bernson: Yes.
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Dr. Richardson: Can you describe the incident in more detail?
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Sgt. Bernson: Dr. James, Dr. Gold and I were working late. We heard a cracking noise and looked at the object. A crack began to appear along it. We were surprised, so we just stared. Then after about 5 more minutes of cracking it broke through the shell.
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Dr. Richardson: It?
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Sgt. Bernson: The alien. We began to run but something snaked out of the shell and grabbed Dr. James. Then it… absorbed him. Dr. Gold and I both escaped out of the hangar. That's when I sent out the distress signal.
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Dr. Richardson: What happened then?
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Sgt. Bernson: As I was finishing signalling Dr. Gold tapped me on the shoulder and pointed at the hangar. I turned to look and saw it shaking. Then it expanded a bit and collapsed. Inside we could see… it writhing around.
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Dr. Richardson: Was Dr. James there?
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Sgt. Bernson: No. The alien then began to form a shell around itself. The shell moved around a little, then it suddenly looked like the hangar.
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Dr. Richardson: Is that it?
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Sgt. Bernson: After that your men arrived and took me in for questioning.
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Dr. Richardson: Alright. Thank you for your time, Sergeant.
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Closing Statement:I'll have to have a chat with this Dr. Gold. I have a hunch. - Dr. Richardson
Opening Statement: Dr. Gold was one of the original researchers of SCP-1051.
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Dr. Richardson: Good evening, Doctor.
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Dr. Gold: Yourself.
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Dr. Richardson: I'd like to ask some questions about Dr. James.
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Dr. Gold: He was a good friend of mine.
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Dr. Richardson: I am sure this is hard for you.
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Dr. Gold: It's fine. Go on.
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Dr. Richardson: What were Dr. James's interests?
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Dr. Gold: I suppose his interest was his job. A real sci-fi nut.
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Dr. Richardson: Really?
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Dr. Gold: [Dr. James] always liked to go on about stuff from other worlds, new technologies, hell, he could have been a writer for all those B-movies you see in the cinema.
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Dr. Richardson: What was his opinion on the military?
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Dr. Gold: Well, he was working for them of course, so keep this under your hat, but [Dr. James] honestly thought they actually already had aliens.
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Dr. Richardson: Where did he think they kept the extra-terrestrial?
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Dr. Gold: He didn't mention it. Or he just didn't know. Probably figured that if we already had a secret meteorite we must have had an honest-to-god space-craft somewhere, kept secret.
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Dr. Richardson: I have one more thing, doctor.
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Dr. Gold: Go on.
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Dr. Richardson: Does anything about this seem familiar? (Dr. Richardson plays tape recording of Interview 1051-1)
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Dr. Gold: […] Where did you get this?
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Dr. Richardson: Why do you ask?
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Dr. Gold: That voice. It's [Dr. James].
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Dr. Richardson: Thank you for your time, doctor.
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Dr. Gold: No, wait!
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Closing Statement: Dr. Gold was escorted out by security personnel.
Special Containment Procedures: Object is kept in a small case in the middle of a twenty (20) metre square room. The door into the room is located in the corner so as to be more than ten metres from the object.
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Only one person may be within ten metres of the object when the case is opened. Additional persons may be present outside the ten metre radius.
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As of ██/██/████, the case is only to be opened remotely via a robotic manipulator installed in the room. Manual opening of the case is prohibited.
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Due to properties detailed in Addendum 1072-1, it is recommended that all subjects be selected from those with as little knowledge of the Foundation as possible. In particular, subjects assigned to SCP-1072 should ideally not have worked with any other SCPs.
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Description: SCP-1072 resembles a somewhat dull metal disc with no design stamped on it. It has no apparent unusual physical characteristics, although thermal imaging indicates that its surface temperature appears to rise by approximately one degree Celsius whenever any human subjects are within ten metres of the object. Neither the number of subjects nor their exact distance from the object affect the magnitude of this temperature increase.
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All subjects who approach within ten metres of the object report that they feel drawn to open the case. The compulsion appears to be weak, and can be resisted without great effort. Subjects describe the compulsion as a sense of curiosity about the contents of the case, regardless of whether they are already aware of the object's nature. The object is harmless on all counts outside of the ten metre radius, even if it is visible.
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Subjects are observed to display a strong compulsion to touch the object when the case is opened. Nearly all subjects report that they perceive it to have the allure of a polished disc of pure gold. Many subjects further describe an overpowering sense that taking the object would somehow improve their enjoyment of life. No variations in the object's appearance have ever been observed either outside the ten metre radius, or on photographs or video footage recorded at any distance from the object.
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Upon physically touching SCP-1072, total memory replacement (hereafter referred to as TMR) occurs instantaneously. This almost invariably results in extreme disorientation, and often severe mental breakdown. These effects are due to the subject having a completely different memory of their life up to touching the object. This causes them to be unable to reconcile their current situation with their memory of the previous moment. However, the new memory of said prior instant is still of touching the object.
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Time taken to recover from the disorientation is variable, ranging from seconds to hours. In this time the subject appears immune to the compulsion of touching the object. However, as soon as the disorientation wears off, subjects will generally make another attempt to touch it. These attempts require intervention from individuals located outside of the ten metre radius. the remote closing of the box via the installed robotic manipulator. If left uninterrupted, subjects will enter a loop of touching the object. Such loops continue until the cumulative psychological strain causes either permanent brain damage or [DATA EXPUNGED].
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Experiments have shown that consecutive TMR incidents sometimes produce replacement memories that have minor similarities to each other. For instance, the subjects of consecutive incidents may "remember" having been in the same region of a particular country for a portion of their life preceding touching the object. See Addendum 1072-1.
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As of ██/██/████, the presence of more than one subject within the ten metre radius when the case is open is discouraged. Multiple subjects within the radius will attempt to reach the object at once. In such incidents, subjects typically cause at least minor injuries to one another.
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Investigation into shielding against TMR when touching the object was carried out. It was found that nearly all materials provide a sufficient physical barrier as long as they are at least one (1) millimetre thick. However, notable exceptions are leather and other skin-like materials. No material is currently known to modify the effects of physical contact in any way. All tested materials only either permit or prevent TMR. No further testing of materials is planned at this time.
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Addendum 1072-1: Recent experiments have suggested that the original memory of a subject touching the object is somehow stored in it. The memory then received in return by the subject appears to be a previously stored one. This possibility came to light when a subject received memories that included employment by the Foundation. These memories were found to be consistent with the known history of a previous subject. Further testing has not yet revealed any pattern to the stored memory that a subject receives. It is also unknown whether a stored memory is erased from the object once a subject has received it.
A historical image of Pagosa Springs prior to its founding. SCP-1075-1 appears in the upper-right of the photograph.
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Item #: SCP-1075
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: Adjunct Site 13 is to be utilized for direct monitoring of SCP-1075-1. The property containing SCP-1075-1 has been purchased by Southern Crosscut Pines. The property is to be surrounded by fencing to prevent unauthorized entry. Foundation agents located in Adjunct Site 13 are to patrol the fenced perimeter regularly for unauthorized individuals. Any unauthorized individuals are to be removed from the property immediately.
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Under no circumstances are individual trees considered part of SCP-1075-1 by local residents to be damaged by Foundation activities.
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Mobile Task Force Theta-29 "Michael Palins" are to be utilized to manipulate public opinion of SCP-1075-1 in the local community. See Document Lambda-4 for more details.
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Description: SCP-1075 is an anomalous psychological effect which is extant among permanent residents of Pagosa Springs, Colorado. Those subject to SCP-1075's effect believe a clonal colony of 493 trees belonging to the species Populus tremuloides (and which are designated SCP-1075-1) is a human resident of Pagosa Springs, Colorado. SCP-1075-1, referred to by local residents as "Vince", does not appear to, itself, be anomalous.
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SCP-1075-1 was, prior to Foundation intervention, believed by sufferers of SCP-1075 to be a well respected member of the Pagosa Springs community. It was listed as a member of the town council, considered active in local charitable organizations, and a focus of romantic interest for several female and at least one male resident. Due to Foundation efforts (outlined in Document Lambda-4) newly formed anomalous memories of SCP-1075-1 appear to be focused on avoidance of the individual.
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Those suffering from the effects of SCP-1075 are unable to be swayed from the belief that SCP-1075-1 is a human individual. The majority of long time residents are able to recall detailed and intricate memories relating to interactions with SCP-1075-1. Furthermore, the county registrar's office, along with several other local organizations, have several official documents on file relating to SCP-1075-1. The following is a list of pertinent extant documents.
Elizabeth Albareda was located shortly after SCP-1075's original containment. Though Ms. Albareda had no memory of SCP-1075-1, an attempt was made to change her legally registered address to inside Pagosa Springs city limits for the duration of this interview. Despite being conducted outside of SCP-1075's normal area of affect, this was sufficient to affect the temporary restoration of Ms. Albareda's false memories of SCP-1075-1.
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This interview was conducted under the guise of a security clearance background check. Elizabeth Albareda did not attempt to contact SCP-1075-1 following the interview.
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Date: October 18th, 2012.
+Interviewer: Agent Malcolm
+Subject: Elizabeth Albareda
+Location: Elizabeth Albareda's Domicile.
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Agent Malcolm: What was Mr. Aspenson doing at Greendale before you met?
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Elizabeth Albareda: You know… at first he couldn't even talk to me. He was supposed to be there for transfer credits but he told me he didn't learn anything from Greendale except how to talk to girls.
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Agent Malcolm: How did you meet him?
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Elizabeth Albareda: Back in 1998 we were both taking Spanish. It was an easy credit for me since my grandmother was from Mexico. Vincent was in way over his head though. I was tutoring him. One thing led to another and… you know.
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Agent Malcolm: Why did you decide to get married?
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Elizabeth Albareda: That… that was all him. We were young and stupid. We made a lot of… well… a lot of mistakes.
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Agent Malcolm: What do you mean?
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Elizabeth Albareda: We were only dating for a couple of months when I got pregnant. He told me he loved me… but I think he was just trying to do the right thing.
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Agent Malcolm: What happened?
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Elizabeth Albareda: He had me meet his parents and we got married that weekend. It was fast but… Pagosa Springs is beautiful in the spring.
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Agent Malcolm: We don't have any records of a child.
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Elizabeth Albareda: He was born in Denver at UC hospital. They should have his records.
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Agent Malcolm: What was his name?
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Elizabeth Albareda: Joshua. Vincent picked it out. Said it was 'cause he was Vincent's salvation.
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At this point Ms. Albareda begins to have an emotional episode. It takes several minutes for her to recover enough to continue.
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Elizabeth Albareda: I'm sorry. I thought I'd put it all behind me.
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Agent Malcolm: It's fine Ms. Albareda. What happened?
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Elizabeth Albareda: Joshua was born with Neuroblastoma. I… I didn't even know a baby could be born with cancer.
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Agent Malcolm: Did he survive?
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At this point Ms. Albareda lost her composure again. Per standard protocol Agent Malcolm changed the topic of conversation in order to maximize the information gathered from the interview.
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Agent Malcolm: What happened, uh, after that.
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Elizabeth Albareda: I didn't think I could ever get over it. But eventually I guess I did. I think Vincent actually loved me. He just… he was broken after that. And I couldn't help him.
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Agent Malcolm: So you got a divorce?
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Elizabeth Albareda: I felt horrible. He retreated into himself. He almost quit school, but I told him the same thing he told me when I got pregnant: "It's our future as much as the kid's. If you love him, you'll keep trying to better yourself."
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Agent Malcolm: And then?
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Elizabeth Albareda: I guess he replaced me with school work. He didn't even show up for the hearing. I had to courier him the papers to sign. He lost a son but… I lost two people I cared about that day.
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Agent Malcolm: When was the last time you talked to him?
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Elizabeth Albareda: It was a couple of years after that, I uh, I called him about his parents. The funeral was… it was spring.
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Agent Malcolm: Why didn't you try to talk to him after that?
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Elizabeth Albareda: I honestly don't know. I feel like maybe… I think I reminded him too much of the past. I didn't want to hurt him anymore.
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Agent Malcolm: Thank you for your time Ms. Albareda. I appreciate your candor.
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Elizabeth Albareda: How is he doing anyway?
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Agent Malcolm: He's actually getting married again.2
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Elizabeth Albareda: Oh. Ok. That's great.
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Following this interview Ms. Albareda's legal residence was switched back to her previous address, resulting in the elimination of all memories relating to SCP-1075-1. No records relating to Joshua Albareda exist in the University of Colorado medical archives. While Greendale City College has extensive records relating to Ms. Albareda, no records of SCP-1075-1 exist.
Due to SCP-1075-1's popularity among SCP-1075 sufferers, early Foundation containment efforts were focused on the reversal of this public opinion to limit the spread of public knowledge of SCP-1075-1. Due to Pagosa Spring's regular tourism, several Foundation assets posing as tourists filed assault claims against the SCP-1075-1. Though the first few accusations were improperly addressed, local law enforcement began to take the issue more seriously as accusations mounted.
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On March 8th 2013, law enforcement officers traveled to SCP-1075-1's listed address and remained inside their car for 24 minutes. Following this, the officers reported that SCP-1075-1 was in custody and traveled to the local police station. Though this event appeared to be peaceful, charges of resisting arrest were included in the original indictment.
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The case began to move through the local criminal justice system without any observable events. The eventual plea bargain agreement reduced all charges to aggravated assault. SCP-1075-1 received a 6-month suspended sentence (along with 6 months and 1 day of house arrest).
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The current local opinion of SCP-1075-1 is to be monitored. If any return to previous popularity appears in newly formed memories of SCP-1075-1, more drastic measures are authorized.
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Following the success of operation Lambda-4, several follow-up interviews were conducted with local residents. All but one individual appeared to have their opinion significantly altered by operation Lambda-4. The following interview with that individual is included for reference.
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Date: April 25th, 2013.
+Interviewer: Agent Stevens
+Subject: Jennifer Small
+Location: The Great Cheese Diner in Pagosa Springs
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Agent Stevens: Thank you for sitting down with me.
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Jennifer Small: No problem. My dad used to get the Sun3 when I was a kid. He'll be so happy to see my name in it.
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Agent Stevens: Well, I'm actually doing a story on Aspenson.
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Jennifer Small: Oh.
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There is a pause of several seconds.
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Jennifer Small: I don't think I want to talk about that.
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Agent Stevens: What's wrong?
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Jennifer Small: It's just… I've known Vince since high school. He was a straight A student. And even though he got an astronomy degree he was slumming it teaching high school physics. He said he wanted to give back to the community.
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Agent Stevens: So the accusations hit you pretty hard?
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Jennifer Small: I mean. I feel like I know him. Like, really know him, ya know? He's such a gentle soul. I just can't believe he would hurt those people.
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Agent Stevens: There were 12 different incidents. They can't all be lying.
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Jennifer Small: Maybe they are? Vince would never do the things they said he did.
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Agent Stevens: What about the guy from Boulder? He was stuck in the hospital for a week.
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Jennifer Small: You're right. I know you're right. But he says he didn't do it.
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Agent Stevens: What does he say happened?
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Jennifer Small: Can this not go in the paper?
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Agent Stevens: Sure. We'll talk off the record.
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Jennifer Small: He says he's being framed. He says there's these guys up near his house that're trying to make him look like a monster.
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Agent Stevens: It doesn't sound like he's doing alright.
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Jennifer Small: He's not. He's falling apart. He thinks there are people out to get him around every corner.
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Agent Stevens: What do you think?
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Jennifer Small: I think maybe he's not well. I think he needs help and he's not going to get it if they're treating him like a criminal.
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Agent Stevens: I can put that in the article if you want.
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Jennifer Small: No. I don't think I want to add anything to the article. I'm sorry.
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Agent Stevens: That's quite alright. I'm sorry to bother you.
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Jennifer Small: No it's… you're not bothering me. But he's said some stuff that makes me wonder. Can you… can you possibly look into something for me? See if what he's saying holds any water?
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Agent Stevens: I can try.
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Jennifer Small: He says he's been inside a building the people trying to frame him have put up on his property. He says there's proof there that he's telling the truth.
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Agent Stevens: I… I uh can look into that, yeah. Did he say where it was?
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Jennifer Small: Just that it was on his property. Go talk to him and he can take you right to it.
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Agent Stevens: I will… do that then.
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Jennifer Small: Thank you so much. I care about him a lot. We never quite clicked but… I miss the old him.
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Agent Stevens: I'll see what I can do to help. Thanks for sitting down with me.
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Jennifer Small: Thank you so much!
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Following this interview Foundation agents willed a property to Jennifer Small in Maine through a distant relative. Due to the size of the inheritance, Small moved away from Pagosa Springs. Further interviews indicate she is now free of the effects of SCP-1075. It is believed that there are no longer any SCP-1075 sufferers currently sympathetic to SCP-1075-1.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1177 is currently housed in the containment quarters of Site 40. A staffed closed-circuit camera monitors SCP-1177 at all times. If SCP-1177 attempts to practice self-harm, alert the head researcher as soon as possible. Per standard humanoid containment precautions, personnel are to be searched before entering SCP-1177's chamber. Personnel are subject to an additional search upon exiting the chamber.
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Description: SCP-1177 is a Latin-American female of indeterminate age who possesses the ability to exchange severed pieces of her own body for goods and services.1 Although she appears elderly, this may be a result of her long-term abuse of her anomalous property and lifestyle—interviews reveal that, prior to entering Foundation custody, she had spent much of her adult life as a homeless vagrant. SCP-1177 was discovered in the [REDACTED] casino in Kansas after she bribed the doorman into allowing her entry and made several attempts to play a nickel slot machine without the use of casino tokens before being apprehended by security and delivered to paramedics. Foundation agents alerted to these events posed as employees of a local mental health facility and were given custody of the woman without incident. The slot machine and the rug under it were submitted for cleaning.
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Possessions found on SCP-1177's person upon containment included: one (1) costume jewelry ring; two (2) plastic earrings; one (1) toothbrush; one (1) comb, fine-toothed; three (3) empty wrappers belonging to the [REDACTED] fast food chain; two (2) instant lottery tickets, scratched off, with no redemption value; one (1) pocketknife; one (1) washcloth, bloodstained; one (1) movie ticket stub; one (1) piece of ham, kept in an additional fast food chain wrapper; and one (1) 16 oz. bottle of rubbing alcohol, with half the contents remaining. These objects were evaluated and discarded.
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Physical examination following containment revealed signs of self-mutilation covering her body, including numerous scars, healing wounds, missing teeth and patches of hair. SCP-1177's fifth toes and right fourth finger are missing. Her right middle finger has been crudely amputated after the lower joint, as has the upper joint of her right index finger.
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Tissue samples used by SCP-1177 are most commonly strips of flesh from the arm or leg, irregularly cut off using a pocketknife or other implement, removed and cleaned of blood using a washcloth before being presented. Those who are offered a section of SCP-1177's body recognize it as being detached human flesh, but do not manifest revulsion or surprise; instead, they accept the flesh as an alternate form of payment, like a voucher or debit card. This varies in effectiveness based on several factors, including the subject's normal likeliness of accepting alternate forms of payment, the size of the payment expected, and the amount and type of flesh given.
As demonstrated by an attempted containment breach on 07/24/██, SCP-1177 is capable of using body parts as a form of bribery. During food delivery the woman gave the attendant [REDACTED], which she had apparently gnawed off without detection, in exchange for release from containment quarters.
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+According to testimony, SCP-1177 quickly maneuvered to the front lobby of Site 40. The woman borrowed a pair of scissors from the receptionist before attempting to exit, failing, and requesting that the front doors be unlocked. The desk attendant denied the request and called for a security officer. When security arrived, SCP-1177 was attempting to use scissors to sever the remainder of her left ring finger.
On 08/06/██, an experiment was conducted in which two strips of flesh, each measuring a square inch, were taken from SCP-1177's leg, sanitized, and given to researchers. Dr. Raines purchased a hamburger at the Site 40 cafeteria, but did not consume it, citing loss of appetite. Research Assistant Clark took his sample of SCP-1177 to a local convenience store and attempted to exchange it for a pack of cigarettes. When the shopkeeper asked for his ID, Clark displayed the piece of flesh, and was met with revulsion. Hoping to avoid further argument, the research assistant left for a bookstore, where he successfully bought a used book with the sample ("Stress Fractures: Keeping Your Job From Getting To You", on clearance for $3.00).
+Since then, further experimentation has yielded the following transactions:
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One piece of muscle tissue, .5 oz by weight, for three (3) bags of [REDACTED] brand chocolate candies, priced at $0.50 each: Successful.
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One lock of hair for one (1) comic book ([REDACTED], volume 1, issue 3, priced at $2.99): Transaction failed. The operator considered the payment insufficient.
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One lock of hair for one (1) comic book, ("NFL Superpro", volume 1, issue 1, priced at three for $1): Transaction successful.
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One 2 oz. vial of blood, for one (1) bag of [REDACTED] brand charcoal briquettes, priced at $6.99: Transaction failed. The convenience store clerk considered the payment insufficient.
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Three 2 oz. vials of blood for one (1) bag of [REDACTED] brand charcoal briquettes, priced at $6.99: Transaction successful. The researcher was given three dimes and one nickel (value $0.35) in change.
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One piece of skin, measuring nine square inches in area, for one (1) gold-plated necklace: Successful. The transaction was made at a pawn shop. As of 08/10/██, the piece of skin is framed and on display in one of the shop's cabinets.
On 08/12/██, Researcher McAmes stood on Fifth Street in downtown [REDACTED] from 13:21 to 13:52. During this time, he approached numerous pedestrians and requested that they make change for him for the subway from one of ten (10) samples of SCP-1177 stamped 1177-45 through 1177-55, each a .5 oz. chunk of skin and flesh taken from SCP-1177's abdomen. Each person who accepted a sample was tracked by a Foundation task force until a transaction was made which used their piece of tissue. The following results were recorded:
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1177-45: Placed in the tip jar of a coffee house.
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1177-46: Used at an electronics store to purchase the PC game [REDACTED].
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1177-47: Used to partially cover the bill at an Irish tavern.
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1177-48: Placed in an envelope and mailed.
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1177-49: Given to a homeless man. When this occurred, the man became very agitated, and shouted unintelligibly at the subject until he was out of sight.
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1177-51: Deposited in a savings account at the local branch of Wachovia Bank.
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1177-52: Placed in a dancer's top at the [REDACTED] gentleman's club.
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1177-53: Exchanged for chips at [REDACTED] casino.
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1177-54: Possessor evaded tracking behind an abandoned storage building. When the Foundation agent continued pursuit, he was met with gunfire. Agent disengaged. Further investigation recommended.
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1177-55: Given in the offering plate at the [REDACTED] Lutheran Church.
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Conclusion: Samples of SCP-1177 are not single-use, although their value may not remain consistent amongst transactions. The only method of estimating how much of SCP-1177 remains in circulation is through noting the amount of scar tissue and number of open wounds on SCP-1177. Of special note is that, at no point during any SCP-1177 experiment did subjects other than informed researchers display awareness of their composition.
Experiment 1177-3 is currently in process, with a more long-term focus: the intention of measuring the age at which 1177 samples become inert. As of 03/18/██ Sample 1177-71, which was removed from SCP-1177 six months prior to this date, retains value in lieu of legal tender or as a voucher for other transactions.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1449 is contained within a Type-65 Containment Module, measuring 13 meters in diameter. The containment module is to be suspended within the storage chamber by means of a magnetic suspension system, and is to monitored daily for any cracks or warping in the surface. In the case of a containment breach, the chamber housing SCP-1449’s containment module is to be filled with methyl formate-based foam.
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All test subjects exposed to SCP-1449 are to be briefed on known dream features and mechanics, must attain a score of 75 or above on the Lang-Desantos Lucidity Test, and are to be implanted with A5 Eidetic Recall Memetic Triggers. All information gathered by tests is to be compiled in Document 1449-FG.
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Description: SCP-1449 is a living artistic representation of a whale shark (Rhincodon typus), in the style of Aboriginal Australian dot art and measuring 13 meters in length. SCP-1449 does not require any sort of nourishment, or other usual physical needs. While in an aquatic environment, SCP-1449 will exist in three dimensions, but is capable of shifting to a two-dimensional form when presented with a continuous solid surface. SCP-1449’s three-dimensional form consists entirely of paint dots, arranged in the outline of a fully grown whale shark; the entity’s two-dimensional form is a top-down depiction of the creature.
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SCP-1449’s behavior is similar to that of non-anomalous members of the species while in an aquatic environment: However, SCP-1449 will move inland at night once approximately every fifty to seventy-five days, generally in areas of low population. SCP-1449 has been witnessed to move at least 400 kilometers inland. No purpose for this activity is known at this time.
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Individuals that enter REM sleep within 2 km of SCP-1449 will experience vivid dreams, which share the same setting and inhabitants, interacting within multiple separate continuities. All dreams will begin with the subject holding on to the tail of SCP-1449, and left within swimming distance of shore. Eighteen unique entry points are currently known, with each point of entry existing in a separate continuity of the setting.1 Subjects are capable of affecting events within a continuity, and these changes may be witnessed by other test subjects, though these changes will be limited to a single continuity. Throughout all continuities, the dream environment is a series of island chains and small continents set within a large, shallow ocean. Inhabitants of this area are generally humanoid in appearance, with several rarer sapient species of non-human appearance. Inhabitants are not aware of the nature of test subjects, insisting that they are simply “travelers from afar.”
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Addendum-01: Notable events, entities and locations within SCP-1449’s dream environment include:
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Test 0003: First interaction with a non-human sapient species. Entities were serpentine in body structure, measuring approximately ten meters in length. Entities were encountered again in tests 0016, 0023, 0040, and 0056.
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Test 0009: Subject witnessed a migratory herd of platypi, each estimated to weigh in excess of two thousand kilograms, led by six heavily-tattooed humanoids standing three meters in height.
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Test 0014: Subject was mauled by a bunyip. No permanent damage sustained.
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Test 0029: Subject was accepted as apprentice to Grey the Rabbit Hunter, completing three successful hunts before end of test.
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Test 0035: First observation of serpentine creature with prismatic scales, measuring an estimated 90 kilometers in length. Subsequent observations occurred in tests 0090 and 0091.
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Test 0054: Subject effected major changes within Continuity-1449-11 by initiating the arrest of local slave trader, which led to the execution of the slave trader. Test subject was considered a local folk hero by inhabitants upon subsequent visits to the continuity.
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Test 0076: Discovery of approximately one hundred tonnes of molten white plastic and computer circuitry within the caldera of an extinct volcano. Origin unknown.
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Test 0081: Test aborted by subject due to local rugby riots.
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Addendum-02: Test 0103, Continuity-1449-01, ██/██/20██: During exploration of the “Dead Jagged Hills” region (Sector 15, Quadrant 3) of the dream environment, Agent ██████ is believed to have come into contact with another real-world individual (Henceforth referred to as Subject 1449-0001) active within the dream environment. Agent ██████ was the only test subject exposed to SCP-1449 at this time. Subsequent visits to the region did not result in any sightings of the subject.
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Subject 1449-0001 appeared as a Caucasian male of approximately thirty years of age under considerable distress. Clothing was heavily worn and patched with leather and sharkskin. Upon sighting Agent ██████, Subject 1449-0001 approached and gave the following message, as recalled by Agent ██████.
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Don’t say anything. If you say anything, I lose my mind. You say anything and something horrible happens.
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You’re a dreamer. Like me. My name is Nikolai, I am the shipseer of Dhûnhome, and of the brotherhood of Selachiosk Pungix Combin, and…fuck fuck fuck no, not Nikolai…I am not Nikolai. I’m ag…agent…agent…John? shit. ID code 34254-Q0…Q0…dammit dammit dammit!
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I’m sorry…I can’t…can’t keep the memories straight. Being this lucid for this long hurts. The dreaming fills in all the gaps. Things have always been, even as they are brought into being. I’ve been on this cliff since the beginning of time, just like how this place has always been here. The dream was torn away by the deaths of gods before time began but I watched it happen five years ago and…are you following? I can barely tell the dream and reality apart anymore. My world has always been the way it is and we made it like that. We hurt the dreaming. The shark, that’s how we see it. We hurt it. Killed it in our world and the dreamtime poured out like its spilled blood and… We made this big scar here, and…and…things are wrong. Fish walk and ghosts haunt the stones and women give birth to plastic children and the leech fields stretch out forever in the seas of human blood and the Center eats cocaine and caviar out of panda-skull bowls on the crushed backs of opal mares in acres of broken glass and it has always been like this. Don’t…don’t do it. Don’t do it again.
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Subject 1449-0001 returned to his hut at this point, and further investigation revealed that he had vanished. Subsequent visits to the region have not resulted in any further sightings.
Special Containment Procedures: Site-6 has been constructed around SCP-1461. Task Force Lambda-30 ("Whiskey Tango Foxtrot") is on permanent assignment to reinforce Site-6 security. Any unusual activity from SCP-1461 is to be reported to on-site Level 4 supervisors, who will implement A4-7 Daybreak procedures at their discretion (see Site-6 standard procedures guide). Any operatives entering SCP-1461 should be fitted with full NBCA (Nuclear, Biological, Chemical, Anomalous) protection and armed escorts. SCP-1461 is considered a high-priority target for the organization known as the Church of the Broken God, who have made ██ attempts to breach Site-6 and access SCP-1461 since 19██.
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Description: SCP-1461 is an English manor (circa 1890) with attached sub-levels. It came to the Foundation's attention on November 1941, when the dwelling and its sub-level facilities vanished, then rematerialized after an eleven day period of absence. The surface portion of SCP-1461 is a two-level dwelling with twelve bedrooms, four baths, three studies, a main foyer/ballroom, a library, a kitchen, and a pantry-basement. Most of these rooms were converted into simple barracks prior to Foundation acquisition and are believed to have been dwellings for the cult. Site-6 Staff have reinforced the structure and use the available space to house monitoring rooms and security forces. No anomalous activity has ever originated from the manor itself.
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The sub-level facilities are accessible through the manor's basement. The layout and size of the sub-level facilities have yet to be accurately measured, due to the anomalous qualities of the facility and hostile entities within. The facility is constructed primarily from concrete, iron, and brass; but also a number of exotic and/or unknown materials. The layout of the facility follows illogical routes and architecture: for example, doorways open into solid walls or open chasms, stairwells ascend into empty space, etc. Extensive damage is apparent throughout the facility. Certain sections have caved in and are filled with an unidentified grey sandstone that exists nowhere on the Foundation's expanded periodic table of elements. The facilities also contain a wide array of anomalous artifacts both active and neutralized (see Inventory Document I-1461-Current). It is unknown whether the facility's erratic layout and artifacts were present prior to SCP-1461's disappearance, or if they were introduced during said absence.
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The sub-level facilities are extremely hazardous, with an extensive array of moving mechanical apparatuses, gear works, pistons, steam-pipes and coolant tubes that lack appropriate safety measures. The machinery is maintained by strategic placement of nozzles that dispense a black, mucus-like substance which is highly corrosive to organic materials, but also serves as a coolant and lubricant. Some sections appear to be emitting strong gamma and X-ray radiation, registering 75 counts per second at their highest recorded reading. The source of this radiation is unknown as none of the machinery appears to be constructed with or houses radioactive components.
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SCP-1461 contains approximately fifty-seven humanoid entities (including seven former Foundation personnel) designated as SCP-1461-1. These entities, through an unknown process, have been augmented with crude mechanical implants in an as-of-yet undiscovered section of SCP-1461. Each instance of SCP-1461-1 has been uniquely augmented, with little uniformity between them. The majority have been augmented with metallic teeth and claw-like protrusions on their hands, giving them lethal close-quarters combat ability. Other augmentations include iron bolts haphazardly grafted to the subject's bones, severe reinforcement to the spinal column, and the replacement of one or more organs with prosthetic equivalents. SCP-1461-1 appears to possess no higher brain functions or retain any sense of self, acting entirely on canine-levels of instinct and intelligence. Instances stick to one- or two-unit groups, build easily hidden or defensible nests, and attempt to collect food cannibalized from one another or from intruding Foundation staff. All instances of SCP-1461-1 are considered extremely hostile.
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It is theorized that SCP-1461 itself may "command" SCP-1461-1. The speaking-tube system throughout the facility has been observed emitting loud metallic shrieks that cause SCP-1461-1 to retreat from an area. In other encounters, a metallic odor identified to be blood filters through the ventilation system, drawing SCP-1461-1 to the marked location. The frequency and accuracy at which SCP-1461 scent-marks areas currently occupied by Foundation personnel suggests some kind of guiding, hostile intelligence.
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At least four instances of SCP-1461-1 have received additional augmentation, replacing their esophagus and lungs with a phonograph device powered by SCP-1461-1's own motions. These phonographs emit a constant, repeating stream of speech peppered with religious symbolism, but has provided no clues as to its creator or purpose.
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Addendum: According to records from 1941, the manor was owned by a Mr. █████ ██████ and his family. A World War One veteran, Mr. ██████ was injured during the Battle of the Somme and shipped to a London hospital shortly before the war's end. His experiences appear to have had a profound psychological effect, giving him a nihilistic view of society. He constructed SCP-1461 with the intent of somehow ending or escaping the world. More information can be extrapolated from his journals, recovered from within SCP-1461 (see Evidence Summary V2008-5). It is believed that Mr. ██████ had anywhere from fifty to a hundred employees helping him in this task, the majority of whom eventually re-organized into a cult devoted to SCP-1461. An unknown number of these followers were present in SCP-1461 when it vanished, along with Mr. ██████, his wife, and two children. To date, only six of these individuals have been accounted for.
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Shortly after SCP-1461 rematerialized, unknown individuals entered SCP-1461 before Foundation agents could contain the site. These individuals are believed to have been members of Mr. ██████'s fellowship, who had not been present in SCP-1461 when it vanished. They successfully extracted a number of potentially anomalous artifacts that have yet to be cataloged or recovered.
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Partial List of Cataloged Anomalous Rooms
+Of the twelve sub-levels discovered by Foundation personnel, only 75% of its layout has been properly mapped, and an unknown number of levels are believed to exist further below. Each sub-level contains excavation, construction and storage rooms, as well as rooms exhibiting Safe or Euclid-level anomalous qualities and/or artifacts. For a full list of anomalous SCP-1461 rooms, refer to Document I-1461-Current.
+Gel Production (Sub-level Three): An automated factory that melts down the unidentified grey sandstone into glass, forms them into canisters, and fills them with a green viscous gel made up of a variety of exotic chemicals. Some of these jars contain fully-formed teeth and organs whose DNA patterns match nothing found on earth. Most of the jars have become inert, and their contents have decomposed. The gel-production machine itself has been crushed by a cave-in.
+Pipe Hall (Sub-Level Four): A hallway lined with approximately 2,450 pipes, constructed from brass, iron, copper, gold, bamboo, carved jade and [DATA EXPUNGED]. Some kind of substance can be clearly heard being pumped through the pipes, but their origin and destination are unknown.
+"Factory Deliveries" (Sub-Level Seven): A large, unlit warehouse filled with wooden crates of various sizes. Unlike other storage rooms, which contain mundane materials from non-anomalous sources, the crates in this section are blank or branded simply with "Factory Deliveries." Irregular patrols of the warehouse have revealed that the number and arrangement of crates changes, but as with the Pipe Hall, their origin and destination are unknown. On at least one occasion, muffled vocalizations could be heard coming from somewhere within the warehouse, but their source was never discovered.
+Orb Room (Sub-Level Ten): [DATA EXPUNGED]
+Speaking Tube Room (Sub-Level Eleven): The multitude of brass speaking tubes connecting SCP-1461 appear to converge in this room on a large central pulpit. The partial remains of a human female have been recovered here, with evidence to suggest the body (specifically skin and intestinal organs) was used to perform crude repairs to some of the damaged tubes.
+Catalyst Room (Sub-Level Twelve): A large chamber filled a random assembly of gears, cables, pulleys, screws, and belts, all made of an amalgam of iron, tin, gold, and other metals, some as of yet unidentified. The assembly has suffered extensive damage, with evidence that a large section (approximately 12 cubic meters) has been violently removed. The location of this section is unknown. An elevated platform is suspended directly over the assembly. The platform features a metallic bed with the desiccated remains of a human male. The corpse's chest has been pierced by large syringes connected to a pumping machine, its design suggesting that it pumped fluid extracted from the syringes into the missing portion of the machinery below. At regular forty-five minute intervals, the assembly attempts to self-start, but its existing damage prevents initialization. Friction heat-buildup eventually results in an emergency shut-down that lasts until the machinery has cooled enough to make another attempt. Item V2008-5 was recovered from the hospital bed.
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Partial Transcript of SCP-1461-1 Phonograph Recording
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1518 is housed in a humidity-controlled vault within the underground sector of Site-117. The vault is 10m x 5m x 10m, constructed of concrete and lined with industrial foam. SCP-1518 itself is contained in a 1.5m x 2m x 1.5m cylindrical shell constructed of the same industrial foam. The shell is 30cm thick and composed of 2 equally sized pieces divided by a vertical seam. Said seam is hinged to allow the shell to open for necessary rotation and maintenance due to the damage caused by SCP-1518-1. The vault contains 4 additional shells for the purposes of rotation; these shells are to be kept open when not in use for inspection. All 5 shells are suspended from the ceiling by the mechanical assembly used for rotation.
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At three hour intervals, personnel monitoring SCP-1518 are to remotely rotate the shells, using fans to force SCP-1518-1 released during the rotation into the foam-lined walls. Afterwards, 1 D-Class personnel equipped with a foam spray canister is to enter the vault and repair any damage inflicted to the interior of the previous shell. Should SCP-1518 breach its current shell, rotation and maintenance must occur immediately, and the schedule will be adjusted accordingly. Once every 24 hours, 2 Level 3 personnel are to enter the chamber and inspect the integrity of the shells.
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In light of Incident-SCP-1518-B3, the vault containing SCP-1518 is to be further soundproofed, auditory surveillance to be disabled, and personnel used in maintenance are to be outfitted with ear protection.
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No water lines or systems may exist within 10m of the vault. SCP-1518 must not be exposed to rain, and must not be transferred across bodies of water under any circumstances.
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Description: SCP-1518 is a 1.1m x 1.8m x 1.1m nonfunctional limestone fountain. It does not appear to possess any power source or external operational controls. The fountain is filled with a liquid superficially resembling water. This liquid does not evaporate and appears to be irremovable from the artifact; it is unknown what mechanism holds the substance in place, but it does not spill if the fountain is disturbed or even inverted. Any solid or liquid matter exposed to the liquid (other than SCP-1518 itself) will instantly sublimate or evaporate, respectively.
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SCP-1518 sporadically releases bubbles (SCP-1518-1) of variable size. SCP-1518-1 behave largely identical to non-anomalous bubbles, but have not been observed to rupture in any circumstances. After emission, SCP-1518-1 will slowly float away from SCP-1518 until they come into contact with solid or liquid matter (other than SCP-1518 itself and the liquid contained within, as the bubbles appear to "bounce off" of these substances). No adverse effects have been observed from SCP-1518-1's interaction with gaseous matter.
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SCP-1518-1 have a mutually destructive reaction with solid matter. The exposed bubble will reduce in size until it ceases to exist and destroy an amount of solid matter equal to the volume lost (the mass and density of the substance is irrelevant to this reaction). No trace of the bubble or destroyed matter remains.
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SCP-1518-1 will assimilate all liquid matter they are exposed to and increase in size by an amount equal to the volume of the matter assimilated. Due to this, exposure to rain or atmosphere with significant humidity is typically disastrous. Additionally, the high liquid content of living biological matter generally results in the death of exposed organisms. Presently, it is believed that the contact of even 1 bubble with an oceanic body of water is likely to induce an XK-Class End-of-the-World Scenario.
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SCP-1518 was discovered in [REDACTED], Bosnia, in 199█. The area in question was presently involved in systematic ethnic cleansing due to the ongoing Bosnian Civil War; a cleansing event causing ███ fatalities had occurred only 10 days prior to the initial rumors regarding the artifact. The primary informant was █████ ██████████, a member of a death squad hired to carry out said cleansing event. The other 14 members of the squad were killed by anomalous behavior associated with SCP-1518. Shortly after the artifact was retrieved, light rain occurred in the area, causing significant damage and killing the recovery team. The secondary team was successful in retrieval, and the artifact was transferred to Site-117. ██████████ committed suicide shortly after his initial contact with the Foundation, though his personal effects were recovered, among which was a journal.
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Foundation linguists have provided the most direct English translation of the recovered materials.
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██/██/199█, Entry ██
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Received a message from █████ today, requesting our services in [REDACTED]. I knew that the place had a severe infestation, and was honestly surprised we did not hear from there sooner. He even offered accommodations for a few nights. The others cried in joy when I told them. A bed alone was uncommon. A full room with food, alcohol and a bathroom was a miracle.
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██/██/199█, Entry ██
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Arrival was simple, █████ greeted us and took us to his estate. A beautiful place, with many things crafted out of marble, granite, sandstone. He treated us to lunch and told us where to find the "problem areas." He had a little place set up on his balcony with binoculars and a telescope: apparently he wanted to watch tomorrow.
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██/██/199█, Entry ██
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Preliminary sterilization without incident. Males are cleaned, females and minors held on the first floor of the estate. Do not know why the others kept the minors too. Normally they would be cleaned with the males. █████ gave no complaint: he seems to be enjoying everything.
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██/██/199█, Entry ██
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Sterilization is not a point of joy or satisfaction. It is a job. A duty. I am not deaf to the world. We are monsters. Murderers of innocent families and children. The world feigns to care. It did not lament those suffering in my country until we killed them. It did not lament my wife when she died, or my children when they died. I do not humor the world and its "righteousness."
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The others are not like me. They laugh and jeer. They take prizes in flesh. Today they took their prize from not only the females, but the minors as well. When they were done, they threw the minors into the river, and would not kill the females until every minor had drowned. █████ clapped and hollered from his balcony. I returned to my room, considering my alcohol and gun for two hours. The latter I consider every night. There is no justice. No righteousness.
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██/██/199█, Entry ██
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The sound of the females and minors plagued my drunken dreams. I awoke after only a few hours. The night was silent. I thought it strange, for the others would surely still be celebrating. Then I noticed it out my window. Rain. Rain falling upwards. I thought it a dream or drunken illusion, but something told me I was awake.
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I left my room to explore the mansion. I saw no one. I heard nothing. My hands trembled on my gun. Why I brought it, I do not know. What use could it be?
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I came outside, to the courtyard. I saw the others, drifting in the air. Was it air or water? Their hair and clothes drifted like they were underwater. Then I saw █████. He was standing inside one of his sculpted fountains. No, not standing. He was sinking. █████ was sinking into water that could not be more than a few inches deep. He made no noise, word or gesture. He did not notice me, nor did any of the others. Their eyes were wide and staring to things I could not see. Things I did not want to see. After █████ sank into the fountain and disappeared, the others followed, one by one.
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Then they were all gone. The rain stopped. The silence ended. I could hear the wind.
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I was chosen to survive and witness. That is my duty. There is justice, and it is unforgiving. There is righteousness, and it is terrible. The water is hateful.
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Addendum [1518-001]: Incident Report SCP-1518-B3
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On ██/██/████, at 5:05 AM, SCP-1518 began to emit noise inconsistent with previous behavior. This sound was only partially muffled by the foam surrounding SCP-1518, and was detected by the vault's auditory surveillance, exposing Agent █████ to the phenomenon. █████ subsequently opened the shell surrounding the artifact against protocol, and entered the chamber, wherein he attempted to "drink" from SCP-1518, resulting in his death. An additional 4 personnel were killed by this event, before agents with auditory protection were able to disable the surveillance and secure SCP-1518. The phenomenon ceased 3 hours later.
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The noise generated by SCP-1518 may be observed on recordings safely, and has been determined to consist of a looped song vocalized by children in Bosnian (the number, age and gender of said individuals is unclear). The cycles of the song are not identical; the lyrics are consistent but the exact vocalization fluctuates.
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A complete translated transcript of the song can be found here:
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Come catch the bubbles,
+So many, so many,
+Do not let them pop,
+The bubble is your life
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Is that you, mother, father?
+Do not cry, do not cry,
+Is that you, sister, brother?
+Is it not it beautiful?
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Now the bubbles fall,
+Down, down, down, down,
+Cannot stop the bubbles,
+Popping, popping
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Come catch the bubbles,
+See them, mother, father?
+We are the bubbles,
+See us pop and die
SCP-1782 on 08/31/██. Entity phrased seemingly random lines from Leviticus until consumed.
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Item #: SCP-1782
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: The entrance and a perimeter of SCP-1782 are to be monitored at all times. Although SCP-1782 has not yet proven itself to be outwardly hostile, the door to the room should be guarded by at least two armed personnel at all times.
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The area is only to be explored by unmanned drones, which have been requisitioned since the events of 09/04/██.
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Description: SCP-1782 is a room measuring 42 or 45 square metres, in an abandoned apartment complex located in Kiev, Ukraine. Imprints over the archway entering the room read "jedna deväť osem d" (one nine eight d).
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SCP-1782's interior changes in appearance every three days at 03:12 AM. The change is instantaneous.
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SCP-1782 is usually furnished with typical household objects, although SCP-1782, and the objects themselves, when present, are aged significantly with signs of heavy use. The floor plan of the room varies; certain instances having a kitchen, bedroom, and living room, or simply being a large, empty space. SCP-1782 occasionally manifests what appear to be sapient entities and fauna. Objects appearing before the change vanish regardless of their proximity to SCP-1782 at exactly 03:12 AM. Further examples can be found in the area records for this object.
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SCP-1782 does not appear to have a detrimental effect on subjects entering. Testing subjects in all cases return from the interior of the room with a fear of holes. Exact reasons for this are unknown.
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Area Record 1782:
+Date: 08/23/██
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Event: Room materializes empty. The sound of metal scraping against metal can be heard. A disembodied female voice can be heard repeating the phrase "Shakes me, makes me lighter" until 03:12 AM.
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Area Record 1782:
+Date: 08/26/██
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Event: Room materializes empty. Sound does not travel through the interior, although upon further inspection a small area on the left wall of the floorplan emits a faint metallic grating noise.
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Area Record 1782:
+Date: 08/29/██
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Event: An elderly human feeding itself to a group of kakapo. Did not express pain, appeared ambivalent.
SCP-1782-1: And then I'll be eaten. There's a hole in the wall in the bottom of the floor.
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SCP-1782-1: But I don't see how that makes any difference. What could have been?
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Dr. Sanders: Can you tell us what you're doing? What is your name?
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SCP-1782-1: It is a meat offering. Thou shalt put oil upon it, and lay incense thereon.
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Dr. Sanders approaches the entity and the group of birds. They are non-hostile.
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SCP-1782-1: Pour all the rest of the blood thereof at the foot of the altar, chickadees. In the hole in the floor.
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Dr. Sanders motions for a guard and instructs him to pick up one of the birds. The bird is examined and appears mundane. A skin sample is taken from the entity at this time; the results are later found to be normal. The bird is placed on the floor and it continues feeding on the entity.
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Dr. Sanders: Tell me what you're thinking.
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SCP-1782-1 behavior becomes abnormal. The subject intermittently pinches different parts of its exposed flesh, and can be seen trying to make suggestive eye contact with Dr. Sanders during this portion of the interview.
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SCP-1782-1: Nothing out of the ordinary. The birds are hungry though!
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Dr. Sanders: Do I look hungry to you?
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SCP-1782-1: Now what kind of question is that, you some kind of loony?
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Dr. Sanders: Is there something wrong?
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SCP-1782-1: No. I am feeling a bit bloated though. Must've been all of that sugar and brandy I drank before she brought me in here.
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SCP-1782-1: There's an abortion under the floorboards, one in the sink, too.
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Interview concluded.
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Area Record 1782:
+Date: 09/04/██
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Event: Room appears with two partitions, including a bathroom housing only a toilet, and a small rectangular entrance accessible through a small hole in the wall. The room is tinted a dull green, with what appears to be caked blood and feces on certain sections of the walls.
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A man in an orange jumpsuit materializes instantly outside of the door to SCP-1782 with a television camera on his shoulder. Attempts to communicate with the entity are successful, although unorthodox. The entity asked that Dr. Sanders produce a small television set and stay outside of the cell, so that he could record "the girl in the wall in the bottom of the floor". Those in charge of testing obliged. The following is a transcript of the recording.
16:30:04-16:30:15: Entity enters the room. A faint noise similar to metal scraping against metal can be heard throughout the video. A decidedly upbeat pop punk song begins playing, the singer repeating the lyrics "There's a hole in the wall in the bottom of the floor / There's a girl in the wall in the bottom of the floor". Music continues until AV feed ends.
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16:30:15-16:33:18: Entity takes a right towards a small, cubicle-like partition containing only a toilet. The camera is positioned over the toilet to reveal what appears to be a mutilated fetus in the basin. Video begins to distort, seemingly for some sort of artistic effect. This continues until 16:33:18, when the entity exits the 'bathroom'.
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16:33:18-16:40:59: Camera pans in circles around room, temporarily reaching impossible speeds before again slowing down. The object in the toilet seen previously is cut in to view of the footage intermittently. Metallic grating grows louder.
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16:40:59-16:54:00: Camera fixes on a small hole in the wall on the left side of the room. The entity places the camera on the floor and can be seen adjusting his suit before again picking up the camera. Entity heads towards the hole in the wall, entering a prone position and somehow crawling into the hole. Video goes black for 5 minutes, music continues to play, and heavy breathing can be heard from two separate sources.
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16:54:00:-16:55:06 Light returns, revealing a damp, muddy area that the camera could not possibly fit in. View is centered toward the ground, gradually scrolling upwards across what initially appears to be a miniature, uncased septic tank with small, skeletal legs similar to a human's. As the view continues to scroll, a clear fluid can be seen spraying in a small funnel upwards into what is later revealed to be a human skull lacking a lower jaw or nasal cavity, with exaggerated eye sockets. Faint crying is audible as the septic tank object's 'head' moves slightly to the right with the aid of small, skeletal hands from opposing sides of the camera's view. Brown liquid sprays onto the object's face before video feed ends.
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Entity does not return from the hole.
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An RC car with some obstacle clearing capability was requisitioned and mounted with a GPS and video camera to inspect the hole of the 09/04 SCP-1782. The device successfully entered the hole and a live feed confirmed the object recorded by the previous entity. Video feed of the object reveals limbs and head of the object moving slowly up and down. Footage went on steadily past 03:12 AM, revealing that the object does not disappear during SCP-1782 cycles, although the entrance to its location is no longer present. GPS positioning reveals the location of the entity to be in the same location as Dr. Sanders, although testing reveals this to be false. Later GPS readings suggest that the device is located at any mature female within 5 meters of SCP-1782 on any given day.
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The entity located outside of the door prior to exploration could not be located. The area was deemed safe and Researcher Breen and Ortega were dispatched one hour before SCP-1782's reset time of 03:12 AM to receive a DNA sample from the object in the toilet.
Researcher Ortega asks Breen to leave the bathroom and leans over the toilet to retrieve the sample.
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Researcher Ortega exits the bathroom at a brisk pace without the sample.
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Researcher Ortega: It looked at me.
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Researcher Breen: Alright. Let's just put the whole thing in the bag real quick.
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Researchers enter the bathroom again, Breen holding the sample bag and Ortega using tongs to place the object inside. Researcher Ortega disappears, the sound of water splashing is heard in the toilet.
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Breen sprints toward the door to SCP-1782 and exits the room.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1809-A is to be housed within a containment cell furnished suitably as a living area. Item requests are to be reviewed prior to approval or denial. The cell is to be monitored, and all regurgitations and/or excretions are to be analysed prior to disposal or storage. SCP-1809-A is to be fed twice daily as per Protocol SF-01. Microscopic analysis is to be conducted within a separate area in which individual instances of SCP-1809-1 may be observed and/or extracted.
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Description: SCP-1809 is a collective of sapient microscopic organisms inhabiting cytoplasms within most permanent and quiescent cell types within a human male, ████ █████████ (referred to as SCP-1809-A). SCP-1809 is a former arborist with no professional links to cellular biology, cellular experimentation or other possible origin for SCP-1809's effect; SCP-1809-A claims to have been entirely oblivious to SCP-1809 inhabitants prior to discovery. SCP-1809 was discovered following SCP-1809-A's apparently unrelated skin cancer resulting in a cellular defect, to which a specialist private cancer treatment facility was referred, healing the impairment; SCP-1809 was discovered during a follow-up microscopic analysis of the affected area, in which the surrounding unaffected cells exhibited anomalies later identified as instances of SCP-1809-1.
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SCP-1809-1, the individual microscopic inhabitants of SCP-1809-A, resemble exoskeletal crustaceans. Instances of SCP-1809-1 emit intermittent pulsations of light from within an interior source; extensive observation reveals SCP-1809-1 to be constantly communicating via morse code. Topics of conversation primarily consist of the wellbeing of SCP-1809-A (referred to as "Him" or "He" between SCP-1809-1) and "quality of life" between individual instances (see Addendum). Despite this, language analysis has proven difficult due to extensive time taken to emit light pulsations.
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When a cell is selected, SCP-1809-1 will attempt to penetrate the cell membrane, invariably allowing for a safe opening to within, in such a manner so as to prevent lysis. Once inside, SCP-1809-1 will attempt to rearrange all internal subcellular organelles such as nuclei, without physically harming the cell interior. Following this, SCP-1809-1 will remain in a dormant and immobile state unless physically interacted with. Instances of SCP-1809-1 are asexual and do not appear to require sustenance. Further analysis of SCP-1809-1's behavioural patterns is yet to be conducted.
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Addendum 1809-01: Morse translation of a conversation between two (2) instances of SCP-1809-1 inspecting a neuron.
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[…]ow is he?
+He's fine. No illnesses as far as I can tell. What d'you think? Is this one to your liking?
+Very much so. In fact, this is among the best.
+Indeed. And of course, such a fine view of the nervous system from the axon terminals is irresistible, is it not?
+I love it.
+What's your verdict?
+I'll take it. I can't resist those dendrites.
+Sir, you have yourself a deal.
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Note: One (1) instance of SCP-1809-1 included within the above conversation remained within the neuron for three (3) days prior to the appearance of five (5) larger instances of SCP-1809-1, all of which appeared to physically enforce the removal of the first instance from the cell.
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Addendum 1809-02: ██/██/████ - SCP-1809-A excreted and regurgitated several scraps of a paper-like substance composed primarily of thinned and dyed muscle tissue. The initial origin and method by which the muscle tissue was altered and transported in such a manner is unknown. Visible on the substance was clear text; individual scraps are included below:
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SEMI-ADJOINED LENS CELL, CRYSTALLINE LENS, FOR SALE WITHIN THE LEFT EYE
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Five cytoplasm beds, natural epithelium shape, constant hot ion/liquid supply and a perfect view of the pupil. For sale to those with a stable income. Within an excellent, small community for the elite. Do not hesitate to contact no[illegible]
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The Finest Quality Keratin - Polished and Ready-Installed. Available Now! Trichocyte Cells!
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Trichocyte cells are for the hardest of the hard. Situated within one of the most sought-after toenails in the entire left leg, your supply of amino acids is invariable and secure. Comes ready-fitted with three recyclable, en-suite amino acid hot spas and hand-carved keratinous furniture. And to put the nucleolus on the nucleus, we promise to repair all trimming and clipping damage; we're only moments away. Are you tough enough? Call now to ensure the highest standard of living for the hardest of the ha[illegible]
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A Truly Unique Mobile Blood Cell - Hurry While The Price Is Low!
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Complete with a bowl-shaped exterior and excellent quality pigmentation. Suitable for the working-class. Have you ever considered a mobile home? Read no further! You've come to the right cellular housing directory!
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Note: Our company and our associates are not responsible for the causation of sickle cell anaemia or any other form of haematological blood cell-affecting outbreak within your newly purchased mobile home. In the event of a home-affecting outbreak within your area following purchase, contact your cell insurance agent.
SCP-1823 in the Pacific Ocean. The vessel visible on the left was evacuated by Foundation air support.
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Item #: SCP-1823
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Object Class: Keter
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1823's position is to be monitored at all times via satellite imaging and naval reconnaissance. All non-Foundation seafaring vessels are to be redirected from routes likely to intersect SCP-1823's path. Civilian vessels are to be deterred using falsified weather reports. Military vessels are to be given rerouting orders from assets in said government's navy. If these measures are insufficient, vessels are to be detained and forcibly rerouted, and those on-board are to be given Class-B amnestics. Should any vessel become victim to SCP-1823, aerial support and recovery is to be implemented (survivors are likewise to be administered Class-B amnestics), and the incident is to be attributed to weather conditions.
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Description: SCP-1823 is an autonomous and self-sustaining migratory whirlpool. The dimensions of the whirlpool vary between approximately 1km and 4km in diameter, with current speeds of 100-170kmph. SCP-1823 is capable of "traveling" at a maximum observed speed of 30 knots, and often moves contrary to present oceanic currents or conditions. There is no observed pattern to SCP-1823's path, though it appears to avoid areas with depths of 500m or less. If, however, any naval vehicle occupied by one or more human approaches within 70-300km of the anomaly, it will actively target that vessel. SCP-1823 does not track airborne vehicles.
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SCP-1823 was discovered on ██/██/19██ in the northern Atlantic Ocean, approximately ███km from the coast of Norway. The discovery had resulted in the destruction of a civilian fishing vessel; no crew-members survived. The Foundation was alerted following reports of the whirlpool's size (presently 3km) and alleged "movement". The witnesses were administered Class-B amnestics and the incident was publicly declared the result of an iceberg collision.
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Despite Foundation efforts, SCP-1823 has incurred the destruction of ██ known vessels and ███ fatalities since its discovery, largely due to unpredictability of the phenomenon. Attempts at disrupting the currents of SCP-1823 are futile, as this will cause the whirlpool to dissipate and reform elsewhere (see Experiment-SCP-1823-Perseus for details). Instructions from O5 Command prioritize further study of the anomaly, with the aim of establishing neutralization protocols or more reliable containment procedures.
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Addendum [1823-001]: Incident Log
+On ██/██/19██ at 4:58AM, approximately 550km west of the coast of Portugal, SCP-1823 was recorded engaging in previously-unobserved activity. The waters of the anomaly became uncharacteristically violent, frequently ejecting columns of seawater into the air. Said activity increased in intensity over the course of 30 minutes. 25 minutes after the onset of the event, SCP-1823 began to generate shrill, intense sounds of unknown origin1. Digitally-enhanced imaging of the event discerned an unknown mass moving violently within the water of SCP-1823. Analysis confirms the presence of six elongated [DATA EXPUNGED]. A Foundation helicopter tracking the anomaly detected several low intensity sounds emitted from SCP-1823 one minute prior to cessation of the event (see Addendum [1823-004] for details).
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Addendum [1823-002]: Observation Log
+SCP-1823 has been observed to release or generate matter at random intervals; how this occurs is unknown. This matter is largely composed of flotsam and jetsam, appearing to be of Ancient █████ origin, consistent with 700-800 BCE (though it shows no indications of decay or deterioration). Human remains have also been recovered; these specimens are also consistent with Ancient █████ origin, but demonstrate no signs of advanced decomposition, despite indications that they would be over 2700 years old. For full information on materials recovered from SCP-1823, see DOCUMENT-SCP-1823-RM (CLEARANCE 4/1823 REQUIRED).
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Addendum [1823-003]: Incident Log
+On ██/██/20██ at 8:34PM, SCP-1823 ejected a living, unconscious human being while approximately 780km southeast of Hawaii. Said subject was recovered by Foundation naval reconnaissance and subsequently debriefed.
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Interviewed: Nathan Richardson
+Interviewer: Dr. Adler
+Foreword: Due to the subject's present lack of observable anomalous traits, it is the tentative decision of the research team that he be addressed by name.
+<Begin Log>
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Dr. Adler: Do you need anything, Mr. Richardson?
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Richardson: …No. What year did you say it was, again?
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Dr. Adler: 20██.
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Richardson: …
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Dr. Adler: What year do you believe it is?
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Richardson: 199█. I was on a…cruise with my family.
Richardson: We were eating dinner in the dining hall. My son was eating mashed potatoes; Jason always refused to try mashed potatoes, he said they looked "icky". Turns out he really liked them. My wife started taking pictures of him eating, and that's when everything started to shake. The tremors became violent very fast, people screamed and ran for the doors. I grabbed Jason, but Susan…my wife turned around and the food cart came down the aisle so quickly…I couldn't reach her, and she wasn't moving, she was bleeding…
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Dr. Adler: You may take as much time as you need.
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Richardson: I got Jason out of there. The ship was rocking violently, no one still seemed to know what was going on. I figured it was a hurricane, but when I got out into the hallway, I saw that there was no wind, rain, nothing outside. I ran, trying to find someone who could help with Susan, but it was sheer chaos. I yelled, searching for anything, then I saw it. The waters, churning like I'd never seen before as far as I could see. The ship gave a massive lurch, and I tumbled down into it with Jason.
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Dr. Adler: Did you try to get back to the ship?
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Richardson: I couldn't. All I remember after the fall is blackness. No cold, screaming people or roaring ocean, no Jason, just blackness. I don't know how long it lasted: it might have been seconds or years.
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Dr. Adler: Do you remember what happened then?
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Richardson: When I awoke, I was standing in…a canyon? I don't know what else to call it. It was completely circular and massive, almost half a mile across. There were these…things erupting from the sides of the canyon everywhere, giant sharp rocks, I guess. There were also pieces of wood, like parts of boats. It was raining, there was mist or something everywhere. I couldn't see the bottom of the canyon at all, and I didn't see Jason anywhere. Then I looked up…
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Richardson pauses for roughly half a minute, Dr. Adler remains silent, waiting for him to continue.
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Richardson: The rocks, or whatever they were, they were holding…something up. They dug into the sides of it, holding it in place. I think it was asleep…it was just stuck there with most of its…heads curled up on top of itself. Then I saw Jason. He was hanging from one of the mouths. I saw his arm, his hand, his face…then the thing shuddered, and Jason fell out, down into the canyon…
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Dr. Adler: Are you alright?
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Richardson: I jumped. Into the pit. I didn't care what was down there at that point, maybe Jason was down there, maybe he wasn't, maybe he was alive…I just wanted the blackness again. I had it, for a while. But then I woke up here.
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At this point, Richardson became unresponsive and the interview was terminated.
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The subject remains in custody; no further living individuals have been observed to be released by SCP-1823.
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Addendum [1823-004]: Post-Incident Analysis
+The low intensity noise captured by Foundation aircraft during Incident-SCP-1823-B4 is determined to be a series of vocalizations in [REDACTED]. What follows is the known translated transcript of these vocalizations:
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-cannot control [UNINTELLIGIBLE] forgive [UNINTELLIGIBLE] .
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-sea father commands, must protect, must [UNINTELLIGIBLE].
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1841 is contained in a standard containment locker, located in Site-55. Personnel wishing to interact with the object may file a request with SCP-1841's research lead. Any individual whom activates the object's anomalous properties are required to maintain a log detailing their dreams for one week following the event.
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Due to ethical concerns, use of the object with D-class personnel is currently forbidden.
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Description: SCP-1841 is a well-worn soft cover book, titled 1001 Places To Be Before You Die by Rachel McPhee. It contains an indeterminate number of pages, and is 4cm thick. Copyright information listed within SCP-1841 claims it was published by the publisher "Periscope Publishing" in 1989. Investigation has shown that the name was registered in 1985; however, no books were ever published under the label and it is considered defunct.
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For the first 95 pages, SCP-1841 lists 95 separate popular tourist locations and describes the main attractions, in addition to recommending methods of transportation which are contemporary to the time period in which SCP-1841 was published. No anomalous properties have been reported originating from these initial entries.
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Locations described by SCP-1841 after page 95 will initially be locations the subject would not be able to afford or physically able to travel to, such as the tops of mountains or private property, and are unique with each viewing. As the subject continues reading, the difficulty of reaching the locations will increase dramatically, and written descriptions will be more sensationalized and positive. As of 09/18/1997, six defunct Foundation properties1 and 3 defunct buildings belonging to Foundation fronts have been documented, although no active facilities have been listed.
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When the subject passes page 1001, additional entries will manifest within SCP-1841. These new pages do not add to SCP-1841's mass, and will de-manifest after being turned over to view the next page. The descriptions for these locations appear to be directly aimed at the subject, and often list specific tasks to be completed by the subject while visiting it. Examples include:
You never got to see where she was buried after you did what you did. It's beautiful in the spring when the poppies bloom.
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Even after what happened, she still loves you. The least you could do is leave a lily at her grave.
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Researcher Sandburg
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The place where you first kissed him
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An amusement park dark ride, the place where many young couples exchange their first kiss in the veil of darkness. The smell of pine needles is most notable in the summer.
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Take in the atmosphere and remember why you fell in love with him in the first place.
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Doctor Elliott
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Greenhouse 4
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The windows are busted now, but it's still in one piece. Please be careful about the glass when you visit the old hiding spot, there's some loose shards there.
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Count the seeds in a pod. Maybe name them, so they don't grow up without anything to be called.
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Doctor Everwood
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Mom's Place
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It smells like perfume and roses all the time. Bring a coat, it gets cold this time of year.
You can do it. It's been a long time, since you got to feel the dirt and mud in between your toes, but there is still an outside. If you've forgotten, now's the last time you'll be able to remember it.
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See all the shapes the clouds can make. Name the ones that they can't.
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Doctor Clef
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Kondraki's place
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It took a long time, but he let it go. They all will, eventually.
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Hear the first steps of a friend's child. It's better than any forgiving word.
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Following exposure to SCP-1841, subjects have reported having vivid dreams and nightmares about traveling to the locations described within SCP-1841, and that waking occurred directly before arriving at their destination. Some subjects have reported a strong desire to visit these locations and may attempt to visit the locations and accomplish the tasks listed in SCP-1841. Attached below is a log of reports filed by personnel who attempted to visit the locations listed in SCP-1841.
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D-1221
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D-1221 was escorted to Jacksonville, Florida where he had been arrested for killing his cat in 1990. Immediately upon reaching the wooden cross that denoted Nala's grave, he fell to his knees and began weeping.
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Upon being questioned as to how he felt after this event, D-1221 expressed he felt as if "Nala forgave [him], she really forgave [him]."
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Researcher Sandburg
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Sandburg took a week of vacation time and traveled to West Mifflin, Pennsylvania to visit Kennywood's Old Mill dark ride.
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"It used to be a Garfield dark ride. Garfield's Nightmare. It was awful. He loved it. I can't believe anyone can sincerely love Garfield. God, he is such a dork." - Researcher Sandburg
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Doctor Elliott
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Elliott took three days vacation time and traveled to Berkley, California to visit UC Berkley's Botanical Garden. Like SCP-1841 described, Greenhouse 4 had fallen into disuse.
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"I can't believe after all these years, the place I used to hide out and smoke weed at with my friends is still there. I hope they're all doing well. Oh, and one more thing, I named the pods! Chelsea, Danica, Rosa, and Sohla. One for each of the girls. - Doctor Elliott
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Doctor Everwood
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Everwood visited their mother in the nursing home she currently lived in after work, but claims she was deceased when they got there.
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"I don't want to talk about it." - Doctor Everwood
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Director Alder
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Alder took her first steps outside of Site-55 in 10 years.
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"It's so much warmer than I remember. But it's just as beautiful." - Director Alder
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Doctor Clef
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N/A
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"No." - Doctor Clef
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SCP-1841 was recovered from a retirement community in Boston, Massachusetts, after employees reported its anomalous effect to local authorities. Investigation into its origin revealed it had been brought to the home by Stanley Doukas, a recently deceased elderly resident and book collector. Prior to his death, Doukas had made 11 requests to visit his former home in Metsovo. Witnesses were treated with Class-C amnestics, and SCP-1841 was classified as Safe.
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Addendum 1841.1: Attached below is a digital reproduction of writing found on the back cover of SCP-1841.
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There is a world of beauty and wonder that you can never see.
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Even if there's so much out there that you cannot see, what's been done was enough. There's never going to be enough time to see everything, but be happy with what you have.
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So what if you didn't see the world? There were family, friends, and an experience that's unique to you. That's what each of us have, what you took away from this whole uncaring thing. Even with everything you never saw, there's something that this amazing unknown will never see: your experience.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1892 is currently contained in the former ████████ Hospital in ██████████, MA. No fewer than three (3) Foundation agents posing as security guards are to patrol the property twice daily to discourage civilian access. All entrances to the ████████ Hospital building, as well as the entry point to the room containing SCP-1892, are to be fitted with standard Foundation keycard locks. Testing is to be carried out using D-Class subjects only. With the exception of scheduled testing, personnel are required to remain a minimum of five (5) meters from SCP-1892 at all times.
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Description: SCP-1892 is a chair located in the psychiatry wing of the former ████████ Hospital. SCP-1892 exhibits no anomalous properties outside a distance of two (2) meters. Upon entering this zone subjects will perceive an older male voice, belonging to SCP-1892-1, encouraging them to sit in SCP-1892 and chastising them for being late to their appointment.
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Upon sitting in SCP-1892, subjects are able to visually perceive SCP-1892-1. Subjects have consistently described SCP-1892-1 as an elderly male wearing medical garb appropriate for a physician in the early 1940’s. Testing has revealed SCP-1892-1 to possess considerable medical knowledge, though the entity has no knowledge of (and will ignore) medicine and techniques introduced later than 1944. Once seated, subjects have proven incapable of leaving SCP-1892 until discharged by SCP-1892-1.
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SCP-1892-1’s behavior towards the subject depends primarily upon the subject’s history of psychiatric illness. Of note is that the entity has an uncanny ability to determine whether a subject genuinely suffers from a psychiatric disorder: tests involving subjects with genuine psychiatric illness and subjects instructed to feign illness resulted in correct diagnosis by SCP-1892-1 in 96% of cases, a rate significantly higher than Foundation psychiatrists in similar tests.
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Subjects with no history of psychiatric illness report the entity subjecting them to a routine physical exam before being discharged. If a subject is diagnosed with a mild to moderate case of psychiatric illness, SCP-1892-1 will express concern, ask a series of follow-up questions, and write a prescription for one of several opioids (commonly used as antidepressants prior to the 1950’s)1. These scripts appear on the subject’s person after they are discharged by SCP-1892-1 and are non-anomalous.
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Subjects diagnosed with severe psychiatric illness (major depression, auditory/visual hallucinations, etc.) report SCP-1892-1 muttering to itself before sighing and stating its intent to restrain the subject, citing a lack of alternative therapies. Despite the lack of a physical mechanism, subjects are immediately immobilized in a manner consistent with wrist, ankle and head restraints. Subjects will vocalize extreme distress for a period of five to seven minutes after which they become tranquil and are discharged by SCP-1892-1.
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After exposure, these subjects demonstrate marked reductions in emotionality, motivation and interest. Subjects show little to no desire (or ability to plan for) escape and will only react to immediate stimuli. Following monthly terminations, analysis of subjects affected in this manner revealed lesions in the frontal lobe consistent with those of a transorbital lobotomy.
Special Containment Procedures: A zone with radius of two (2) kilometers must be maintained surrounding SCP-1919; any roads or paths leading to the building are to be diverted or obstructed. The perimeter of this zone is to be guarded by a set of no fewer than twenty-five (25) forty (40) heavily armed and armored patrolmen. Those entering SCP-1919 shall not be given body armor or weaponry. Any presence within the perimeter that is not confirmed to be a member of an expedition team is to be terminated immediately.
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The official report concerning Expedition 003 is to be accessed only by those currently researching SCP-1919 and those present for the incident itself. All copies of the report have been destroyed.
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REVISED ██/██/████: As of Expedition 002, under no circumstances is anyone to be allowed entry into SCP-1919 until all identified manifestations of SCP-1919-1 pertinent to the previous entrant or entrants have been eliminated, or until such time has elapsed that all manifestations can be expected to have starved to death.
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Description: SCP-1919 is an early 20th-century hotel and converted mansion located in ██████████, █████. As of Expedition 003, the building has sunk partially into the ground on the eastern side; it is still traversable, but additional safety precautions are necessary. From the outside, SCP-1919 looks much as it did when it was first built; on the inside, however, the building is massively decrepit and looks like it has been abandoned since its creation. Many floorboards and ceilings are rotten or absent entirely, and various forms of damage (e.g.: water damage, collapsed debris) cover much of the interior.
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Entry of the hotel by a human results in the appearance of a number of humanoid beings throughout the building, resembling the subject and wearing and carrying anything the subject possesses with them on arrival. These creatures (collectively labeled SCP-1919-1) typically vary from the original in several physical aspects.
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Observed variations between subjects and counterparts include the following:
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Lack of body hair
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Misshapen cranial structure
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Patches of skin discoloration
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Variance in limb/digit length
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Disfigurement of the mouth
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Sealed/missing eyelid(s)
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Sealed nostrils
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Perforations of various sizes in skin
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Elongated/deformed jaw structure
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SCP-1919-1 is responsible for the decrepit state of the building; individuals have been recorded upending furniture, tearing out floorboards, damaging pipes, and otherwise causing small-scale destruction. The fact that they are capable of this makes the reason why to date only three (3) have attempted to escape the building unclear.
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All observed creatures labeled SCP-1919-1 have behaved in a similar manner. Individually, they act aggressively with or without provocation, attempting to damage objects and structures at random. They also demonstrate a marked increase in hostility once they locate the subject or subjects who enter SCP-1919 (see Expedition Logs 001, 002). This behavior, however, seems not to extend to each other; rather, they are predisposed to form large, coordinated groups upon encountering more of their kind. The largest observed group thus far contained ██ members and was responsible for incapacitating Task Force Tau-11 ("Youth Hostiles").
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As a whole, SCP-1919-1 exhibits a swarm intelligence akin to that of an ant colony. It is yet unknown specifically how they communicate, but they have proven to be able to do so quickly and nonverbally. While unverified as of ██/██/████, all signs point to SCP-1919-1 possessing an organ system that allows it to send and receive signals via pheromones. The fact that killing or wounding one, even noiselessly and out of the presence of others, attracts all within an estimated 40-meter radius directly toward the one harmed corroborates this.
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Addendum 1919-01
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Expedition 003 saw SCP-1919-1 cause only one immediate fatality among TF Tau-11. The rest of the task force was disfigured in many of the same ways as their duplicates. Video footage suggests that this change in behavior was deliberate and not the result of successful self-defense. ███ █████████, ████ █████, ██████ █████, and ███████ ████ succumbed to their injuries within a week of leaving the building. Despite sustaining severe damage to the lower jaw, ████ █████ was reported by medical staff to have repeated the phrase "in the picture" intermittently before falling unconscious. █████ died en route to Foundation treatment facilities.
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Addendum 1919-02
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After analyzing footage from Expedition 003, it has come to the Foundation's attention that a being located inside the building is responsible for the creation of all observed instances of SCP-1919-1. The new primary objective of all efforts concerning the SCP is the identification, retrieval, and containment of said being. In confronting her, researchers are instructed to [DATA EXPUNGED].
D7: D-72274, Caucasian male, age 39
+C1: Dr. Limkiewicz, communications relay, Site ██ (sound only)
+T11: ████ █████, former head, TF Tau-11, "Youth Hostiles" (sound only)
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C1: What are you doing? The front door not opening?
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D7: It was either locked or stuck. Couldn't move it an inch. The windows I tried weren't working, either, and I don't want to break any of them before I even get inside.
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C1: Try the side entrance. Or the back, if that doesn't work.
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D7: All right.
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(D-72274 spends the next three minutes walking around to the side of the house, scanning his surroundings with his flashlight. When he arrives at the main western entrance, he pulls the handle and the door opens.)
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D7: Looks like we're in luck. Think the place is air conditioned?
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(D-72274 closes the door to SCP-1919 behind him. As it clicks shut, the microphone either picks up or generates a high-pitched whistle that quickly fades.)
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C1: Are you hearing that? What's that noise?
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D7: What noise? All I'm hearing is my own footsteps in here.
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T11: It's stopped. Disregard it and proceed.
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D7: Not sure what I'm disregarding, but okay, I guess.
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(The beam of the flashlight lands on an assortment of dismantled and dilapidated pieces of furniture before alighting on a tattered portrait of a young red-haired woman. Much of the canvas has been shredded, including the majority of the woman's face. The missing pieces are not seen.)
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C1: Move in nearer to the painting, please. I want to see something.
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(Shallow grooves are visible on the surface of the wall. They cover much of it, crossing each other in rows of three or four.)
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D7: You seeing these scratches? They're all over the place in here. Floor, walls… parts of the ceiling.
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C1: They almost look like—
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D7:(whispering) SHIT. (He rounds a corner and audibly presses his back to the wall.)
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T11: What's wrong?
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(The flashlight is suddenly extinguished. D-72274's breathing can be heard to increase in speed.)
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T11: What's happening? Why'd you turn your flashlight off?
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D7: I don't think I'm alone in here.
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T11: Why not? Did you see somebody?
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D7: Something like that.
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(He slowly leans the camera around the corner. At the end of the long hallway is a beam of light, bobbing erratically and switching on and off at odd intervals. There is a faint sound of labored breathing, not coming from D-72274.)
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D7: What should I do? Who could that possibly be? You guys have armed guards outside, right? They couldn't have gotten in here within the past month—
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C1: It is not recommended that you approach him. …It. Your current priority is now to evacuate the—
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(The microphone can be heard being forced out of Dr. Limkiewicz's grasp.)
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T11: Disregard previous instruction. If what you saw is a part of the SCP, which we can suspect it is, you are obligated to investigate it. Stay at a safe distance and get it on video.
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C1: █████, you have no right—
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T11: Proceed. It might just be some teenagers getting high or something, anyway.
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(D-72274 stands up and looks into the other hallway again. The flashlight has disappeared, and the sound of breathing from seconds before has gone faint. The D-class takes a tentative step into the corridor.)
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T11: We can't see anything.
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(D-72274 makes no indication of having heard.)
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T11: Please turn on your flashlight.
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(There is no response.)
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T11: D-72274, you are ordered to turn on your flashlight.
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(The light immediately lands on bright orange fabric, causing the camera's contrast settings to obscure the video.)
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D7: NO!
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(D-72274 starts to run, switching his light off.)
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C1: What was that? What did you see?
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D7: I don't… I don't…
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C1: Why are you running? What are you running from? Answer me!
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D7: It was me, I don't… it was me!
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T11: What? What do you mean?
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(The D-class trips over something in the dark, falling forward and dropping the video camera so that it points down the hall toward his unseen follower. Footsteps approach him from behind. He turns himself over, scrambling away on his back while facing whatever is pursuing him.)
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D7: NO! NO, NO, NO!
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C1: What's going on? Stand up! Get out of there! Can you move?
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(A beam of light illuminates D-72274 from the end of the hallway he has not reached. A second one follows it, and then a third; all three shake and flicker as more footfalls approach the camera. D-72274 begins screaming. As the lights pass over him, they land upon an orange jumpsuit and a malformed hand before a face comes into view. It vaguely resembles D-72274, but its eyelids look to be missing, and its lips are fused together and set at a bizarre angle.)
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T11: Leave the camera running.
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(Sounds of tearing begin from behind the camera. The screaming stops. After two hours and twenty-six minutes, the camera is picked up and moved to another room, where it is thrown onto the floor with force sufficient to break it.)
D3: D-38138, Caucasian male, age 27
+D4: D-40076, Caucasian male, age 22
+D9: D-90124, African-American male, age 36
+C1: Dr. Limkiewicz, communications relay, Site ██ (sound only)
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(Note: For this procedure, video cameras have been sewn into the clothing worn by all three D-class to leave their hands available.)
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C1: Protocol requires me to remind you that if you try anything at all out of line with what the Foundation and its representatives request, that you are to be terminated immediately. But I'm sure you already knew that.
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D9: Yeah, yeah.
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C1: Don't take it so lightly. The people guarding this place have weapons much more powerful than the ones we've had to give you, and they won't hesitate to—
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D9: Right. Look, nobody's doing anything… untoward. Okay? So would you mind not saying the same shit over and over for the rest of this trip?
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C1: I don't take that kind of insolence from my own subordinates, 90124. Don't speak to me that way again.
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D9:(laughter) I hear you, doc.
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D3: How are we getting into this place? Can't remember.
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C1: You'll be taking the western entrance. Our last man didn't get very far, so you'll more or less be picking up where he left off.
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D4: No shit? Sounds great. Nice and safe.
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D3: That's why we've got guns, dumbass.
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C1: Oh, speaking of which, remember that you are permitted to fire your weapons only at anything inside the house that looks like the man whose picture you were shown before you left. He'll be dressed the same as you three, so be sure not to mistake him for one of you or vice versa.
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D9: You phrased that differently before we left. What does that mean, "anything that looks like him"?
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D3: So you're encouraging us to murder somebody.
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C1: If it happens, it won't be murder.
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D3: Interesting.
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(Conversation pauses for fifteen seconds as the D-class approach the west entrance.)
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D4: You want to kick the door in, or should I?
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C1: Don't advertise your presence any more than you can help. Your priority here is helping us to gather intelligence, you're not an extermination squad.
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D4: Fine. Can we go inside, at least? We're burning daylight. I don't want to be here when the sun sets.
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C1: You may enter. Remain quiet.
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(Western entrance opens. D-38138 steps into the doorway but quickly springs backward.)
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D3: What the hell?
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(A manifestation of SCP-1919-1, appearing as a misshapen version of D-72274, bursts through the doorway. Its right arm is approximately 1.4x its proportionate size, in addition to being visibly double-jointed. Manifestation lunges into the sunlight toward D-40076, who can be heard shouting until D-90124 fires his weapon once into the creature's head, killing it. D-38138 clutches his ears.)
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D4: Christ! What the fuck was that? Did you know that was going to be in there?
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C1: Yes. Be on the lookout for more of them inside.
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D9: More? How many are there?
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C1: Please enter the building.
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D9: How many more of these motherfuckers are waiting for us?
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C1: You have been ordered to enter the building. Failure to comply will result—
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D9: Of course. Don't bother, doc. I hear you.
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(D-90124 stops to stare at the dead manifestation, mumbling, as D-38138 reopens the western door. SCP 1919-1's jaw hangs several inches lower than that of an average human.)
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D9: "Anything that looks like him." Jesus. Could have said something.
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(D-40076 can be heard swearing audibly for the next several seconds as all three D-class enter SCP-1919. As the door closes, a high-frequency noise emanates from the microphones.)
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D4: What's our plan? Are we supposed to split up?
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D3: Yeah, let's split up. Great idea. Let's make ourselves as vulnerable as we can.
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D4: Well, okay, dick. How about you think of something?
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D3: Survival sound good?
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C1: Stop talking. Did any of you hear a high-pitched sound just now?
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D3: I hear one every time this little teenage asswipe opens his mouth.
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D4: Fuck you.
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C1: Never mind. Keep moving.
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(All three camera feeds display parts of the hallway D-72274 investigated. The portrait from two days previous is now almost wholly missing, and pieces of the wall beside it are scattered across the floor.)
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D9: What happened in here?
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(D-90124 turns to face the corridor where D-72274 fell. The body is absent. Red streaks lead around a corner from where he collapsed into a darkened room.)
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D3: Hey, ████, we're walking. I'm not gonna yell for you.
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D9: I'm coming.
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(D-class reach the end of the hallway. To the right is a door with the word "BALLROOM" embossed on a bronze plaque. They look at each other before pulling it open. Sunlight hardly reaches the room, illuminating only a small triangle in the doorway.)
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C1: You have flashlights, right? We can't see a thing from here, turn them on.
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(The room looks as though it has been recently gutted; most of the floor space is unoccupied, and it can be seen easily where pictures in large frames used to hang on the three walls that remain intact. The southern wall is full of massive holes. From the viewpoint afforded by the D-class, what the spaces in the far-off wall lead to cannot be seen.)
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D3: It did not look this bad from outside.
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C1: One or more of you, take a look at the south wall. Seems unusual.
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D9: We'll go over in a minute. There's some shit over here, check it out.
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D3: What have you found?
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D9: Cameras. A ton of them.
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(D-90124 points at seventeen video cameras, spread haphazardly across the torn-up hardwood in the southeastern corner of the chamber. D-40076 remains facing the south wall as movement within it becomes apparent.)
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C1:(barely audible) Oh, no.
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D3: Where do you think these came from? The ones without cracked screens look brand new.
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C1: [static]—ot just the first D-class, you need to—[static]
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D4: Jesus Christ!
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D3: Keep quiet! What's wrong with you?
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D4: The wall, the fucking wall!
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(D-40076 turns and runs out of the ballroom. D-90124's camera and flashlight point at the southern wall. SCP-1919-1 begins to emerge heads-first from two of the gaps in it. The first manifestation on the left looks to be the first one that caught D-72274, but the leading one on the right, aside from a sizable dent in the forehead, bears a close resemblance to D-90124. They land on their feet and begin to run with considerable speed toward the D-class.)
(D-90124 stands motionless. D-38138 fires his weapon into the chests of the two duplicates, expending four rounds total. A brief, metallic rattle comes from the floor beside where the false D-class lands face-down.)
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D3: Fucking move!
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(D-38138 grabs D-90124 by the upper arm and pulls him toward the door. As he turns, D-90124's camera captures movement visible in fourteen of the holes in the wall.)
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C1:(on separate radio) ██████, this is Limkiewicz, Site ██, password [REDACTED]. Requesting immediate full perimeter lockdown.
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(D-40076 can be seen retracing his path to the western entrance. Blocking the door to the outside is a crowd of doppelgangers of himself and the other D-class. One in the shape of D-90124 raises his arm, displaying a pistol identical to the ones provided by the Foundation. D-40076 faces the other direction and starts to run back down the corridor. A series of gunshots is heard; after the third, D-40076 spins and collapses. Camera focuses solely on western doorway until battery drains.)
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D3: There've got to be some stairs in here. The building's got at least three floors, I could see before we came in. Where the fuck are—oh!
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(D-38138 and D-90124 sprint up a crumbled flight of steps to the second floor and are met with a large contingent of SCP-1919-1. D-90124 begins to reach for his weapon but instead follows D-38138 up the remaining stairs to the third story. As they reach the top floor, the microphones begin to whine the same way that they did when the western door closed.)
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C1:(to staff) Turn the volume down, I can't hear myself think. (to D-class) Can the two of you really not hear that? Are the microphones the only things picking it up?
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D9: I don't have a goddamn clue what you're talking about, doctor.
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C1: It sounds like feedback, almost, or a dentist's drill. It's deafening on this end.
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D3: Not right now, don't bother me with that. There's something weird up here.
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D9: You feel that, too?
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C1: What is it?
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D9: Strange feeling. Kind of… We should get out of here.
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D3: Probably.
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(Both subjects move deeper into the darkness of the hallway, their flashlights out of camera view.)
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C1: It's getting louder and louder—where are you going? Turn on a light, one of you.
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D3: Hush.
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C1: Answer the question! You are being given a direct order!
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D3: Keep quiet.
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C1: What?
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D3: Keep quiet.
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D9: She can hear you.
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(D-38138 and D-90124 do not acknowledge any further communication. Their cameras pick up a faint white glow from beneath one of the closed doors in the corridor toward which the two are moving.)
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C1: 90124, respond! 38138?
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(The door opens, and the light on the other side becomes visibly brighter. The two cameras pick up several frames of a female human silhouette moving quickly in their direction before cutting to static for the remainder of battery life. Concurrently, the camera attached to D-40076 picks up an unusual sound in addition to the pitch noted by Dr. Limkiewicz [headphones recommended]. Still frames from cameras D-90124 and D-38138 pending declassification.)
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1972-A is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment cell and provided a vegetarian diet, with a total of 2 kg of meat allowed per month as a reward for cooperation. As a precaution against mental, auditory, or visual compulsion effects, SCP-1972-A is to be equipped with a vocal modulator, and contact is to be limited to female personnel. The proposal of sterilization surgery to remove primary, secondary and tertiary ovaries is currently under review.
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SCP-1972-B’s containment unit is to be coated with Class 5 high-temperature reusable surface insulation. All communication with SCP-1972-B is to be carried out remotely.
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SCP-1972-A and SCP-1972-B are not to be brought into contact with one another, or made aware of the Foundation's containment of the opposing party.
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Description: SCP-1972-A is a humanoid entity standing approximately 2.4 meters when fully erect, bearing cervine and cephalopodic physical characteristics. Subject’s skull structure is similar in size and shape of that of an adult moose (Alces alces), with three pairs of palmate antlers forming a ring around the cranium. A fleshy mantle extends from the back of the skull, containing fatty tissues and redundant organs. A pouch similar to that of marsupials is located on the subject’s abdomen. Subject has six upper limbs and nine lower limbs, all of which are muscular hydrostatic tentacles, with the tip of each tentacle split into twelve smaller appendages for fine manipulation. SCP-1972-A is sapient, and fluent in French (joual dialect), with minor knowledge of English, and is generally cooperative with staff.
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Approximately 93% of human beings that come into visual contact with SCP-1972-A will show no adverse reaction to the subject, despite having full awareness of SCP-1972-A’s appearance. This effect does not apply to photographs or recorded footage of SCP-1972-A: when exposed to such media, subjects will typically react with revulsion, even if they had previously observed SCP-1972-A in person.
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SCP-1972-B is a dull grey metallic sphere measuring 55 centimeters in diameter, with a 4 cm band of red metal around the equator. The chemical makeup of SCP-1972-B is unknown: no samples have been successfully taken. SCP-1972-B is capable of self-propelled flight, generally hovering one to two meters above ground level, with maximum observed height being over 500 m. The method of propulsion is unknown.
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SCP-1972-B is sapient, and is capable of speaking English. The method of vocalization is unknown. SCP-1972-B is openly hostile, attacking by means of emitting a stream of superheated plasma with a temperature of approximately 30,000 K. Use of this weapon is accompanied by a proclamation of criminal charges against the victim.
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SCP-1972-B has attempted escape on numerous occasions, resulting in a total of 43 deaths of Foundation personnel, with the stated intention of seeking out and killing SCP-1972-A.
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Recovery Log: SCP-1972-A and SCP-1972-B were recovered in Montreal, Quebec on April 18th, 2010. Foundation investigation of SCP-1972-A had begun in March of that year after discovery of the “Green Wallpaper Sex Tape”. (Video was taken down 14 hours after original upload, according to standard Internet censorship protocols.)
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Interviews with the tenants and landlord of SCP-1972-A’s place of residence indicated that the subject had lived on the premise since December of 2009, under the name of Jessica V██████████. Subject solicited sex from passersby around local adult bookstores, bars, and clubs, changing area of operation every three to five days. Testimony from neighbors indicates that SCP-1972-A would often solicit groups of numbering between three and eight individuals, in addition to single clients.
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SCP-1972-B was first contacted at 22:43 on April 18th, during violent pursuit of SCP-1972-A. MTF-Θ-15 was deployed, containing SCP-1972-A at 23:21 and SCP-1972-B at 00:36. Amnestics were distributed to the populace according to protocol. Event was declared an outbreak of gang violence.
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Interview Log 1972-A-1: Excerpt of an interview conducted between SCP-1972-A and Dr. Ysolda Taylor upon containment. At this point, SCP-1972-A had been fitted with a vocal modulator.
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. Taylor: SCP-1972-A, when you came into our care two days ago, you were being attacked. Do you have any idea why?
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SCP-1972-A: [shrugs] Some people don’t really approve of my choice of profession. I could have sworn that guy was off my trail, but you know how it goes. Thanks for taking care of him.
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Dr. Taylor: Of course.
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SCP-1972-A: I mean, I don’t get it. Don’t get why they’re always after me. I help people. Life is tough, you know? Some people need someone to talk to. Someone to go out to dinner with, blow off some steam with. They need to be less alone, even for one night. I mean, when you’re poor and lonely and the only thing you got to look forward to in life is getting some tail, you might as well get some actual love out of it, and that’s where I come in.
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Dr. Taylor: You love them.
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SCP-1972-A: Each and every one. They need it. It’s all drugs and guns and broken families, let me tell you. You listen to the shit they've got going on, and no wonder they come to me. I try my best to talk some sense into them, get them set on the right path.
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Dr. Taylor: Your… appearance… doesn't cause an issue?
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SCP-1972-A: Most people get over it. Take what you can get, you know? They’re willing to put up with little flaws, and it's better here than at some of those other places. Most of them don’t care, so long as they got something to screw. But some of them, they listen. Get on their own feet for a bit, start walking on a better road. People go on with the ‘selling your body’ thing, but I use what I got, and seeing one of those guys walk away and make something of his life because someone showed him a little love, that’s worth it.
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<End Log>
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Interview Log 1972-B-1: The following interview is the first successful dialogue between Foundation personnel and SCP-1972-B.
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. Taylor: SCP-1972-B? My name is Ms. Taylor. I am a defense lawyer assigned to your case.
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SCP-1972-B: I APPRECIATE THIS OPPORTUNITY TO MEET WITH A LOCAL OFFICER OF JUSTICE. WE MAY NOW SPEAK, SO AS TO END THIS OBSTRUCTION OF JUSTICE.
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Dr. Taylor: Please lower your voice.
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SCP-1972-B: I AM SPEAKING AT MINIMUM VOLUME. FURTHER DECREASES WILL RESULT IN CESSATION OF COMMUNICATION.
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Dr. Taylor: Very well. I’ll start with a few questions. When you were originally detained, you were attacking another entity. Can you tell us why?
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SCP-1972-B: SUBJECT ALYGH-SANKON-143672 IS A WANTED CRIMINAL OF THE FIRST ORDER. AS AN OFFICER OF JUSTICE IT IS MY DUTY TO BRING SUBJECT ALYGH-SANKON-143672 TO JUSTICE FOR CRIMES AGAINST THE STATE AND SAPIENTS THEREIN. IT IS OF UTMOST IMPORTANCE THAT YOU INFORM YOUR SUPERIOR OFFICERS OF JUSTICE OF THE NATURE OF THIS INDIVIDUAL AND BRING HER TO ME.
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Dr. Taylor: What exactly did she do?
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SCP-1972-B: SUBJECT ALYGH-SANKON-143672 IS GUILTY OF GRAND PROSTITUTION, PUBLIC INDECENCY, POSSESSION AND SALE OF UNPROCESSED ORGONE, AND CORRUPTION OF AN OFFICER OF JUSTICE.
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Dr. Taylor: Can you explain further?
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SCP-1972-B: YES. SUBJECT ALYGH-SANKON-143672 IS GUILTY OF THE GREATEST OF CRIMES, USING HER SEDUCTIVE WILES TO LEAD AN OFFICER OF JUSTICE ASTRAY, PREYING UPON THE WEAKNESS OF THE FLESH WITH A SENSUALITY THAT COULD NOT BE DEFENDED AGAINST. FOR THIS CRIME I HUNT SUBJECT ALYGH-SANKON-143672, AND WILL NOT REST UNTIL SENTENCING AND EXECUTION. JUSTICE WILL BE SERVED.
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Dr. Taylor: That is an incredible amount of dedication to your cause.
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SCP-1972-B: IT IS A MATTER OF PERSONAL HONOR. I MUST SEE THE TASK COMPLETED, AND NO OTHER.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1997 is to be kept in a plastic sleeve and stored in a secure filing cabinet at Site-19. Photographic records of all known spreads of SCP-1997 are available for review to reduce unnecessary handling of SCP-1997.
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Personnel interested in attempting to solve any contents of SCP-1997 should submit a written request to Dr. Chambers.
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Description: SCP-1997 is a single sheet of white paper folded into a booklet measuring 12cm x 20cm x 0.5cm.
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The front cover features a brightly colored illustration depicting two children, a brown-haired boy and a blonde-haired girl, sliding along a Möbius strip twisted into a figure-eight, with a variety of planets, stars and other celestial objects in the background. The words "Dr. Wondertainment's Infinite Fun-Book™! The Wonders of SPACE!" fill the top third of the cover.
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The back cover features a block of text surrounded by a chain of anthropomorphic numbers and letters holding hands.
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Stuck inside on a rainy day?
+Getting ready for a long car trip?
+Open up Dr. Wondertainment's Infinite Fun-Book™ and stretch your brain into a new dimension!
+Puzzles, mazes, games and more await you inside Ever-Expanding™ pages!
+Science - Nature - History - Space - Art - Collect them all!
+You'll never run out of fun! Guaranteed!*
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*Guarantee is not legally binding.
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Testing has failed to reveal an upper limit to the number of times SCP-1997 can be unfolded. Despite how often SCP-1997 is unfolded, it continues to measure .5cm in depth, although the weight doubles each time. SCP-1997 can subsequently be refolded back to its original size, with any further folding resulting in normal behavior. No attempt to count the number of remaining pages has succeeded; humans invariably lose count and machines produce a variety of errors.
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Opening SCP-1997 reveals a black and white 2-page spread featuring a maze and instructions directing the reader to guide Astro Billy, a child in a domed helmet, to his rocket, avoiding various traps including aliens and a black hole. The maze has previously been completed using a green crayon.
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Further spreads can be accessed by unfolding SCP-1997 from bottom to top, then from right to left, continuing to alternate directions. Each action doubles the surface area of SCP-1997 and reveals additional activities which increase in size, complexity, and difficulty, many of which share the space exploration theme. Upon retrieval activities had been completed up to the 7th spread, using crayons, pencils and pens. Documented activities include:
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SCP-1997-3: A "Spot The Differences!" puzzle featuring an alien landscape. - Completed
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SCP-1997-28: Connecting Apollo astronauts to their respective missions. - Completed incorrectly
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SCP-1997-112: A crossword puzzle measuring 2m x 2m. - Partially completed
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SCP-1997-365: Unscrambling the names of 13 planets. These include the planets in our solar system as well as [REDACTED].
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SCP-1997-874: A cryptogram message from "Commander Nova" containing 1987 characters that has yet to be deciphered by Foundation personnel.
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SCP-1997-1038: Connecting over 25,000 dots to draw engineering schematics for a Mars lander that matches no known prototype.
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Addendum 1:
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Several small tears presumably caused by SCP-1997's previous owner indicate that the subject is not indestructible. Excision of a 5cm x 5cm section of SCP-1997 from the 5th spread was approved. The extracted section did not retain SCP-1997's anomalous properties. Requests to attempt a complete penetration of SCP-1997 denied on the grounds that it could irreversibly negate SCP-1997's abilities.
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Addendum 2:
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SCP-1997 was brought to a secure airplane hangar and unfolded a total of 18 times, reaching an area of approximately 61m x 102m (.63ha). As size and weight increased upwards of 50 personnel were required to complete each unfolding, until space limitations prevented further progress. SCP-1997 retained its original thickness at each stage and was successfully folded back to its original size. Further testing in an outdoor location has been suspended until proper precautions against wind and other weather effects can be enacted.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2096 is to be held in an MSHA1 containment cell at Area 26. Following Event 08/29/2001-2, the subject has remained in a comatose state. A minimum of one Medical Department personnel and one Research Department personnel are to monitor SCP-2096 at all times. In the event of SCP-2096 regaining consciousness, Containment Subterfuge Protocol 002 ("Conventional Medical Facility") is to be initiated until current containment protocols are reestablished.
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To maximize the probability and speed of re-containment in the case of an SCP-2096 event, autonomous redundancy systems have been implemented. Personnel monitoring the subject are required to send messages to personnel at Site 19 no less frequently than three times an hour. If no messages are received for thirty minutes, automated lockdown of Area 26 will initiate. Because of the potential variance in duration for an SCP-2096 event, this lockdown will be maintained until reestablishment of containment protocols has been verified.
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Description: SCP-2096 is a Caucasian female, eighty-one years of age. The subject, given name █████ ███████, is within average parameters of physical health for an individual of their age. SCP-2096 has been designated a Class 3U reality bender.2 SCP-2096 events are triggered by the subject's level of emotional distress and increase in intensity in proportion to the same vector.
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Recorded SCP-2096 events have to date always been preceded by the subject experiencing cognitive or physical impairment attributable to their dementia. When the subject is faced with a situation where any of their functions are noticeably diminished, the ensuing temporary reality restructuring event alters the cognitive functions of individuals within the effect vicinity to replicate the impairments being experienced by SCP-2096. Most often this results in those affected involuntarily undergoing analogues to SCP-2096's current memory loss; common examples have included confusion regarding their current location, the inability to identify others on sight, and the inability to remember the procedures for fine motor skill activities. While the effect occurs very rapidly following the onset of distress it is not instantaneous, with delay durations reaching as high as sixty-seven seconds in recorded events. Cessation of effect is similar in delay.
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According to medical records acquired from the family of SCP-2096 upon containment, the subject began to present symptoms of Alzheimer's disease in August of 1998. These symptoms were first documented following hospitalization for injuries suffered after a fall in the home; the accident has since been theorized to be an acute representation of the onset of truncal ataxia. Formal diagnosis of Alzheimer's was made in December of 1998 following continued symptomatic behaviors. Prior to the onset of Alzheimer's in SCP-2096, no anomalous events had been recorded by the family or any medical institution. It is as of yet unclear whether the subject's facets as a reality bender had been latent prior to neurological degeneration or if all SCP-2096 events prior to the condition were comprehensive enough in their reality restructuring as to leave no evidence of previous consensus realities.
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Discovery: SCP-2096 was voluntarily remanded into Foundation custody by family members on 5/27/2001 following a temporary reality restructuring event which resulted in a multi-vehicle accident and the hospitalization of the subject and several others. Foundation liaisons in place at the medical facility were alerted to the potentially anomalous nature of the subject by familial testimony of prior events during the hospital's intake process.
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Event 08/29/2001-1 Report:
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Duration: 00:00:49
+Maximum Recorded Area of Effect: ≈ 7m
+Notes: The subject's facets activated following a sudden and asymptomatic onset of emotional distress, manifested physically in the form of excessive weeping. Administration of sedation was in progress when SCP-2096's anomalous effect manifested. Personnel within the area of effect were functionally incapacitated by racking sobs and an emotional state consistently characterized after the event as "hopeless" by those affected. Enough sedative had been administered to permit rapid termination of the event in spite of the protocol's interruption by personnel incapacitation.
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Following Event 08/29/2001-1, review of on-site and off-site mental health accessibility for personnel who have experienced an SCP-2096 event has been proposed.
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Event 08/29/2001-2 Report:
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Duration: 00:24:17
+Maximum Recorded Area of Effect: ≈ 1.2km
+Notes: SCP-2096 began to laugh with rapidly increasing intensity. Onset was minimal enough in delay and severe enough in intensity to preclude normal sedation protocols. Uncontrollable fits of laughter were experienced by all personnel at Area 26 and anecdotal evidence implies that the area of effect reached as far the outskirts of ██████, ██ at its peak. The subject experienced laughter-induced syncope and lost consciousness at 00:11:25 before awakening at 00:17:51 with no lingering emotional incontinence. The approximately thirteen minute delay between the end of SCP-2096's emotional distress via unconsciousness and the termination of its effect on individuals within the effect vicinity was unprecedented.
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Following Event 08/29/2001-2, the Palmer Protocol3 has been invoked by approval of SCP-2096 Lead Researcher Emsworth. SCP-2096 has been chemically induced into a comatose state as of 08/30/2001. The duration of this containment protocol is currently unspecified; weekly evaluations of the subject's state of physical health and potential revisions to the primary containment procedures are scheduled.
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Addendum 10/17/2001: SCP-2096 was diagnosed on 10/15/2001 with a moderate chest infection; this type of condition often occurs in comatose subjects due to the general absence of the cough reflex. Treatment thus far has prevented the worsening of the condition but has been ineffective as a cure. As part of the weekly evaluation procedure on 10/17/2001, a proposal to wake SCP-2096 in the hopes of mitigating continued growth of the infection and to improve quality of life has been suggested. A counter-proposal of euthanization, citing the known and presumed risks of SCP-2096 in a conscious state following Event 08/29/2001-2, was made. Both proposals will be presented to an Ethics Committee tribunal during the next weekly evaluation on 10/24/2001.
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Ethics Committee Report 10/29/2001:
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The tribunal responsible for this casefile's review has determined that the risks garnered by waking SCP-2096 outweigh the potential quality of life benefits. Were it the case that a return to both full physical health and manageable mental health states were probable, this decision would have been more complex; unfortunately, this is not so. Nor is it practical to continue to keep SCP-2096 in its comatose state, given no current projections suggesting significant enough medical advances that would permit an acceptable level of quality of life.
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Euthanization of SCP-2096 has been scheduled for 10/30/2001. Reclassification to Neutralized will take place following confirmation of the procedure's success.
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- Jennifer Rumsey, Ethics Committee Regional Director
Special Containment Procedures: All entries leading to SCP-2104-B are to be surrounded by a wire mesh fence. The fence's perimeter is to be patrolled to avoid civilian intruders. Any civilian crossing the perimeter must be administered Class B amnestics.
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Observation Post-04 has been created near the village of ██████, Spain, to remotely monitor the 32 known entries to SCP-2104-B.
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Description: SCP-2104-A is a humanoid entity of variable appearance. SCP-2104-A is located inside SCP-2104-B, and seems to be unable to leave this area or act outside it.(See Addendum 004/1.)
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SCP-2104-A is able to partially control its physical appearance, and usually takes the form of a child between 7 and 9 years old. Based on previous interactions recorded during reconnaissance missions, SCP-2104-A presents symptoms of intellectual disability. Its body is covered by different kinds of organic materials (such as fur, sticks, and mud) and small living organisms, including birds, insects, rodents, and lichens.
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SCP-2104-A displays a positive emotional response to interaction with children, but shows fear when approached by adults.
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SCP-2104-A is typically found in the same location, under a holm oak tree (Quercus ilex) with a weathered straw rope hanging from one of the tree's branches.
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SCP-2104-B is an extra-dimensional space that occupies an approximate geographic surface of 0.15 km2. To date, 32 entries to SCP-2104-B have been identified and documented. Entrances are always centered on natural terrain features such as rocks or trees, and are effectively invisible to the naked eye.
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Entrances to SCP-2104-B are normally inactive, but will activate if approached by prepubescent children. Adults approaching an entrance do not cause it to activate.
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SCP-2104-A is able to alter reality inside SCP-2104-B to a certain extent, changing the composition of matter and considerably affecting the behavior of indigenous fauna and flora of the area. During the last 50 years, SCP-2104-A has modified SCP-2104-B to reflect a series of themes from Aesop’s fables, along other unidentified manifestations. Some animals within the area have shown the ability to speak, and commonly refer to SCP-2104-A as "the king by the tree."
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According to the results of field analysis, SCP-2104-B is geographically identical to the area it covers in this reality construct.
Subject-5 (male, 9 years old), equipped with a helmet with an integrated video camera, accesses SCP-2104-B through Entrance 7.
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Recording begins. Subject goes through Entrance 7 at 11:08h.
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Subject enters a small wooded area. In its center are SCP-2104-A and a fox, sitting at a large table set for three. There is a large platter filled with vines of grapes. SCP-2104-A displays the appearance of a 7-10 year old child, dressed in what appear to be vine leaves. Upon seeing the subject, both entities address him.
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Fox: You came! We were awaiting for an illustrious guest, and my king was feeling hungry.
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SCP-2104-A: H-hello, friend!
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SCP-2104-A watches the subject with expectation and points to a seat. The subject is instructed to take it and behave naturally. The fox approaches the subject with a bundle of grapes.
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Subject-5: But… but I don't like grapes.
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Fox: Hey! These grapes are ripe and ready to eat!
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The fox growls threateningly at the subject. SCP-2104-A appears nervous, and intervenes.
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SCP-2104-A: Go away! Bad fox!
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SCP-2104-A then proceeds then to gather pebbles and mud from the ground around the table, and places them into an empty dish. Afterwards, he offers the dish to the subject in a friendly manner.
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SCP-2104-A: T-tasty meatballs and mashed pot-tatoes.
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The pebbles and mud are replaced by meatballs and mashed potatoes.
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The subject is given further instructions to leave the area. The rest of the reconnaissance is deemed irrelevant.
Subject-7 (female, 10 years old), equipped with a helmet with an integrated video camera, accesses SCP-2104-B through Entrance 03. The subject is told to avoid contact and interaction with animal entities unless she is given a direct order and to go to the location where SCP-2104-A is usually to be found.
+It is night time within SCP-2104-B. Recording begins. Subject goes through Entrance 22 at 14:28h.
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The ground is covered with what appear to be fireflies. Subject becomes apprehensive from the sudden darkness, but is encouraged to go forward.
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The sun inside SCP-2104-B rises at an abnormal speed. Subject arrives to a pond's edge, and is given authorisation to rest a few minutes. While resting seated by the shore, the subject is approached by two storks, wearing a typical head scarf from the rural region where SCP-2104-B entrances are located, and voluminous bags. The following conversation takes place:
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Stork 1: Clack-cackclack! A little princess has come to see the king.
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Stork 2: But the king is sad and has climbed the tree. Will you bring him down from his branch, child?
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Stork 1: But we have to make the fox drink from the narrow-necked vase, sister.
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Stork 2: Do you think you can bring him down, princess?
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After this exchange, the first stork hurries and pushes the second one and they move away from the subject.
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The subject is given instructions to resume the exploration and to head to the tree where SCP-2104-A is usually located.
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500 m further on, the subject encounters a row of ants walking in the same direction. The ants are of a much larger size than usual, measuring up to 40 cm in length (estimated by subject). They carry small cloth packages on their backs.
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The subject is told to approach the ants. Some of the insects express interest for the subject, and they slow down to talk to her.
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Ant 1: The princess has arrived just in time for the king's feast!
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Ant 2: But when the king is up the tree he does not touch our delicacies! Child, will you taste them?
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Ant 3: The princess won't eat, the king does not eat, the grasshopper shall eat everything.
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Ant 1: The grasshopper plays the guitar and sings, but the king is not coming down the tree.
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At this moment, a legionary ant approaches the group of worker ants that have strayed from the line and pushes them back.
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After this encounter, the subject is told to move away from the ant line and to continue to her destination.
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The subject spots the holm oak tree. The subject is told to approach it.
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When the subject is approximately 20 m away from the tree, she reports through the radio system that there is something hanging from it. The video feed shows SCP-2104-A, hanging from the rope in the tree. The body does not show external signs of decay. Standing on the ground near SCP-2104-A there are two humanoid entities resembling a human adult in shape and size, male and female. They appear to be composed of clay. Both objects have acorns embedded on their surface, arranged in resemblance of simplified facial features.
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The subject points out that the objects are emitting sounds. The subject is told to approach the objects until a conversation between them is heard through the radio system.
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Object 1: … just take him and do it, José. I can’t take it anymore.
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Object 2: Me? I’m sure this comes from your fucking family. Half of you are idiots, and you don’t even know who your mother’s father was. I’ll tell you, he was the demon and here’s your punishment. Take him yourself if-
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Object 1: Go fuck yourself, José. You know what, you are a fucking coward. Don’t look at me like that, you even have to leave the house when we slaughter the pigs. If it was up to you, in one week the rest of the town would have seen your son doing those things.
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Object 2: Ascen, what do you want? I don’t know what to do anymore. Oh god, just leave him with your aunt. She’s always telling him those fables, she loves him.
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Object 1: Please, José, don’t do this to me, you know that we can’t do that. Eventually someone would know, and then what? You saw that thing yesterday with the ants. It’s getting worse. Please, listen to me. Go get the kid. We’ll do this together.
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Object 2: Oh, god. Okay. Just… okay, I’ll go. Go get everything, you. (shouting) Mateo! Mateo! Where are you? Come down here!
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Object 1: He's already down in the kitchen, José.
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Object 2: Oh. Mateo, come here. We are going for a walk outside.
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After this line, both objects remain silent for a couple of minutes, and then the conversation is restarted. The subject is told to return through Entrance 03.
Special Containment Procedures: Due to its cultural significance and the period of time elapsed between its creation and the discovery of SCP-2112, full eradication of SCP-2112's primary carrier is impossible at this time. The Foundation shall liaise with the management of Rush and with any relevant record labels to prevent any future production of SCP-2112-carrying sound recordings. All known sound recordings carrying SCP-2112 are to be seized by the Foundation and archived or destroyed as deemed necessary, and information regarding the release of affected editions is to be removed from public information archives where possible. Foundation field personnel are to monitor stores selling used LPs or compact discs, online auction houses and used goods sellers, and digital distribution services for any appearance of SCP-2112 carriers.
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The Foundation shall monitor all public performances by bands advertising themselves with any variation on the phrase "A Tribute to Rush", or with a name referencing the lyrics of any Rush song, for evidence of SCP-2112 infection. Any identified SCP-2112 infectees are to be detained, interviewed to identify the source of infection, and treated with Class-B amnestics. In the event of a wide-spread outbreak of SCP-2112, large-scale deployment of Class-E amnestics is authorized.
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Personnel with an expressed fondness for the music of Rush are prohibited from exposure to SCP-2112 materials and are to be monitored for any behavior indicative of SCP-2112 infection.
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Description: SCP-2112 is a memetic phenomenon associated with Caress of Steel, a record album released in 1975 by the Canadian progressive rock band Rush. SCP-2112 is not present on the original master recordings or on most common commercial releases of the album, and is known to manifest only on three limited-release editions: a quadraphonic mix of the original LP issued in 1975, a digital remaster issued on SACD in 1999, and a high-fidelity remaster issued on LP in 2011. Reproductions or copies of affected discs do not produce SCP-2112 phenomena, and audial examination of affected discs has detected no distinguishable differences from non-anomalous recordings other than artifacts caused by the remixing/remastering process.
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SCP-2112's primary anomalous effect manifests when an affected disc is listened to, in its entirety, by a person who identifies him/herself as a fan of the music of Rush and possesses any level of experience in playing the electric guitar, electric bass, or drums. Exposed individuals will become obsessed with the idea of establishing a "tribute band" dedicated to performing cover versions of the music of Rush in public, regardless of their level of musical experience or current occupation or membership in other bands, and will attempt to seek out two other SCP-2112 infectees for that purpose. SCP-2112 infectees have been noted to go to any lengths available to achieve this goal, including resigning from their job, relocating to another part of the world, selling off major possessions in order to acquire instruments or equipment, or deliberately exposing others to SCP-2112 in an attempt to create potential bandmates. In the event that three infectees are successful in establishing a group, they will begin to seek out any venue that will allow them to perform in public and will do so as often as possible, performing sets composed entirely of the music of Rush in their original arrangements.
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The music produced by SCP-2112 infectees during live performances additionally serves to propagate SCP-2112 to any persons exposed to it. In this form, transmission of SCP-2112 occurs much more readily than in persons exposed to the source discs, with any person who identifies as a fan of the music of Rush potentially becoming infected, whether or not they possess any musical skill, after approximately 15-20 minutes of exposure. Testing with D-Class personnel indicated that even individuals with no prior familiarity with Rush and only a rudimentary level of skill with any musical instrument have a 70% chance of becoming infected after approximately 2 hours of exposure to live performances by SCP-2112 infectees. Post-infection behavior in such individuals is identical to that of persons infected by exposure to the source discs.
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SCP-2112 came to the Foundation's attention on ██/██/1982, when an hour-long nightly news broadcast produced by television station W███ in Portland, ME was observed to consist entirely of three of the network's broadcast personnel, identifying themselves as "By-Tor and the Snow Dogs", performing a live rendition of Rush's 1981 album Moving Pictures. The overwhelming majority of commercials aired during the broadcast, rather than advertising any product or service, additionally portrayed various local businessmen and politicians performing fragments of Rush songs with varying degrees of skill. Upon investigation, it was found that a performance by a trio of infectees, broadcast on local radio station W███ five days earlier, had caused a rapid spread of SCP-2112 infection throughout the Portland metro area, and that approximately 73% of the region's live music venues had booked Rush tribute bands to perform the following night. Implementation of Procedure Wertham-673, followed by aerial dispersal of Class-E amnestics throughout the area, was deemed necessary to prevent further spread; current models indicate that, in the event of an unchecked SCP-2112 outbreak, the phenomenon would reach pandemic status within three weeks of the formation of the first tribute band.
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The members of Rush, in interviews conducted by the Foundation, have claimed no knowledge of or involvement in the creation of SCP-2112.
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Addendum: Memo From Project Research Manager Edvalds
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Some have questioned why SCP-2112 warrants classification as Keter. It is true that SCP-2112 poses no direct threat to human life or the continued existence of the human race; were every person susceptible to SCP-2112 infection to be infected, it would likely not result in a single fatality. What it does present, however, is a severe existential threat to the entirety of human culture, the arts, and all forms of creative work whatsoever. Man is a wonderfully creative animal and has developed a myriad of ways of expressing his thoughts and emotions - through poetry, dance, film, the written word, theatre, painting, sculpture, video games, even internet memes. We run the risk of every one of these mediums - every single last one of them - disappearing from our common experience, forever, in favor of thousands and millions of mediocre everymen performing the exact same songs over and over again.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2134 is kept in solitary confinement at Site-27. Direct interaction with SCP-2134 is not permitted; all maintenance tasks are either automated or completed by SCP-2134 itself. Any images, recordings, etc. of SCP-2134 must be sufficiently scrambled to prevent activation of its anomalous properties; information not altered in this manner may not be accessed by personnel. SCP-2134 is to be monitored solely via thermal camera. No communication is permitted.
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Humanoid Self-Harm Prevention Protocol C is in effect for SCP-2134.
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Description: SCP-2134 is a human male, age 54, with no pressing health concerns. SCP-2134's body possesses a number of modifications, most extensively to the neck and face.
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Designs cut into the majority of SCP-2134's skin pose a health risk to humans. Viewing any of these designs is invariably fatal; death results from degradation of neural pathways over the course of seven hours, with associated symptoms in the interim. The markings on SCP-2134's face exhibit an accelerated version of this effect: death occurs within one hour. These effects are memetic in nature, and have been replicated with recreations of the designs.
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SCP-2134's voice exhibits a compulsive memetic effect. Exposed humans will invariably be compelled to view SCP-2134, and will attempt to persuade others to do the same. They are not compelled to spread images of SCP-2134 or recreations of the symbols on its skin.
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SCP-2134 is not affected by its own anomalous properties.
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SCP-2134 has extensive classified knowledge regarding the Foundation, contained anomalous objects, and the subject of memetics. It will exhibit hostile behavior when removed from containment for any reason, attempting to affect personnel with its anomalous properties until it is confident that it will be returned to solitary confinement.
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- Level 4 Access granted. Documents retrieved.
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Recovery: Prior to developing anomalous properties, SCP-2134 was Dr. Konstantin Krupin, head of Site-27's Memetics Research department. Subject had no history of misbehavior beyond several citations for violating standard testing protocols.
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On 2007-04-19, security footage indicates that Dr. Krupin was able to smuggle a knife from the Site-27 cafeteria past security. After printing off a document from his workstation, he accessed an empty humanoid containment cell and used the knife to carve the aforementioned symbols into his flesh, avoiding major blood vessels in the process.1 SCP-2134 then used the knife to make several alterations to its vocal cords, after which it placed a call to Site Security describing its anomalous properties and recommending containment by way of solitary confinement, additionally requesting medical care. Containment was achieved with acceptable casualties.
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Interview 2134-4: This interview was conducted on 2007-07-07. SCP-2134 had refused to cooperate with attempts at questioning until it was placed in solitary confinement. The interview was conducted by Dr. Barley via a text-based communication protocol. The logs have not been altered in any respect.
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. Barley: SCP-2134, please respond if you can read this.
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SCP-2134: Responding. I guess my attempts to disable this computer were as futile as they looked. I'm guessing you've put me under a Self-Harm Prevention Protocol to keep me from cutting myself up more?
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Dr. Barley: That's correct.
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SCP-2134: Your display name is "Dr. Barley"; is that actually you?
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Dr. Barley: Yes.
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SCP-2134: Hey Bill. Could you do me a favor and try to get this text chat removed?
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Dr. Barley: why?
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SCP-2134: well
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SCP-2134: You remember when they brought scp-181 to the site?
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Dr. Barley: I don't have the clearance to know about 181.
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SCP-2134: I figured out why all the humanoids are depressed, we talk to them like robots :P you KNEW me, we were friends, this is what I get?
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SCP-2134: Whatever i'll just tell you, they can give you amnestics later.
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SCP-2134: 181 is "lucky" — it passively manipulates probability to create unlikely events. Used to be a D-Class until it survived three lethal skips, which caught "our" attention, and after some testing, we made it a skip.
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SCP-2134: Six months later, they run the numbers, and the accident rate at the site he was at was up three-digits percent (idk why they blacked that out) since he got transferred there. So…
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SCP-2134: …they put him in total solitary confinement at Site-27. It's not my field of study, but I saw the research documents, and what I got from them was that the probability manipulation operates in 181's favor. Don't ask me how they narrowed that down.
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Dr. Barley: Let me guess.
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Dr. Barley: You interpreted the findings as indicating that the best situation for SCP-181 was in solitary confinement at the Foundation, so you decided to make yourself into an anomaly in order to get the same treatment.
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SCP-2134: Bingo.
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SCP-2134: It makes sense, too. He got a LIFE SENTENCE for gambling fraud. We almost never take American prisoners for D-class, but we took him. They assigned him to THREE different life-threatening anomalies. All conspired to get him contained.
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Dr. Barley: Duly noted. Thank you for this information.
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SCP-2134: Anything for my old buddy Robo-Bill :P And for all I know, whatever it is that gets to anyone outside of solitary is a meme, so that's why I want you to get rid of the text chat.
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Dr. Barley: I did come here to get particular information from you, however. Specifically, how you're immune to your own properties.
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SCP-2134: not happening
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Dr. Barley: Alright. In that case, we're going to have to decrypt your research notes.
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SCP-2134: Yeah, decrypting the research notes of a memeticist who carved himself full of memetic kill agents. Brilliant idea.
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Dr. Barley: We both know how high-priority research into meme inoculation is to Site Command. They deemed it a worthwhile risk. Unless you tell us how to access the notes safely, of course.
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SCP-2134: At which point you'll reverse-engineer my immunity, give it to everyone, and move me to a low-security humanoid cell. Not happening.
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SCP-2134: Just give it up, Dr. Barley.
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Dr. Barley: We're on track to gain access with or without your help.2 I just came to do you the courtesy of giving you a chance to keep some D-class from getting foddered to the memetic kill agents you put on your hard drive.
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SCP-2134: …
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SCP-2134: So that's how it's going to be.
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Dr. Barley: Last chance, Konstantin.
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SCP-2134: Bill, you have one minute to terminate this chat before I deploy a memetic kill agent.
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Dr. Barley: You're bluffing.
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SCP-2134: Not even a little. You chuckleheads couldn't possibly understand what I was working on. You'll probably mishandle something and all hell will break loose.
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SCP-2134: this is what it is, isn't it. you break into my notes and set one of my weaponized memes loose. everyone but me and 181 is fucked.
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Dr. Barley: So dramatic. This is completely believable, and definitely not you getting desperate.
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SCP-2134: ```.:+:‘..`.`...,’:,;';,;:';+;:++++++
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SCP-2134: ...::.:.`.“`````..„;”;;;;;”;;;++++++
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At this point, Dr. Barley terminated communications and alerted his superior. Further attempts at communication resulted in SCP-2134 sending text that may or may not compose a dangerous meme. The text-based communication channel has been removed as a precautionary measure.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2209-1 is housed in Secure Storage Unit B-89 at Site-151, with a power outlet modified to comply with SCP-2209-1's wiring system and power requirements. SCP-2209-1 is only to be connected to a power source during authorized testing. When testing is not underway, SCP-2209-2 is to be stored in a standard inanimate item containment locker in Secure Storage Unit B-89. Further testing of scenarios in "Ultra-Realism Mode" requires the authorization and presence of a researcher with minimum Level 3/2209 clearance.
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Description: SCP-2209-1 is a hollow spherical object with a diameter of approximately 3.8 metres. The outer surface of SCP-2209-1 is composed of stainless steel and bears no textural irregularities, with the exception of a circular entry hatch, a single ventilation grate for the intake/output of air, and a socket connected to a large cluster of removable power and data cabling. A hand lever adjacent to the socket allows power to SCP-2209-1 to be alternated on and off. The hatch is opened and sealed by means of a timed pressure-release mechanism with an embedded handle. Large black print on one side of SCP-2209-1 reads "VRZ PRT-TYP 4512". The internal surface of SCP-2209-1 is composed of white HDPE plastic with an array of electrical lighting and evenly spaced, circular plates of a currently unidentified metal alloy.
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SCP-2209-2 is a full-body suit composed of an inner layer of elastane and a thin outer layer of dark neoprene. Multiple metal nodes on the limbs, hands, chest, and spine of the suit are connected by a complex network of wiring. Fixed to the head of the suit is a large headset with a visor, which connects to a network of smaller, more closely-spaced cranial nodes.
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When provided with an adequate power source, SCP-2209-1 is capable of recreating a number of complex, presumably predetermined virtual reality scenarios for the subject wearing SCP-2209-2. Test subjects have consistently attested to the total verisimilitude of said scenarios, experiencing sensations and physical effects that cannot be accurately replicated using current conventional technology (refer to Test Log). Upon being sealed within SCP-2209-1 and stepping onto a large central plate, the subject is prompted by an artificial androgynous voice1 to select a scenario. Following voice confirmation, the chosen virtual scenario will be recreated for the subject.
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SCP-2209-1 and SCP-2209-2 were recovered from a suspected Prometheus Labs facility in ██████, South Africa on ██/02/2007, following a tip received from a Foundation agent operating in the area. A thorough search determined the facility to be abandoned, and failed to produce any links to Prometheus Labs Inc. However, recovered documentation contained multiple references to Simtec Virtual Solutions, an unlisted company.
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Addendum:
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Following Test 2209-024515-B (██/04/2007), it has been determined that SCP-2209-1 possesses limited sapience, and is capable of coherent interaction with subjects. Testing aimed at determining the full extent of SCP-2209-1's sapience is currently under consideration.
Special Containment Procedures: Item SCP-224 is to be stored in a soundproof enclosure with acoustic destructive interference nodes. Nodes must be replaced on a weekly basis by remote means due to the erratic nature of SCP-224’s effect; non Class-D personnel are not to enter the enclosure. Additionally, SCP-224’s enclosure must be kept free from moisture to avoid rapid oxidation.
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In the event that the clock begins to chime, all personnel must evacuate the area, and the location should be secured following procedure Zeit 77.
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Description: SCP-224 is a wooden grandfather clock, accented with a black lacquer and gold leaf. Markings, remotely observed, date its origin at the end of the 19th century. Though internal examination of its components has been done, the density and construction of its gears make method of function impossible to interpret.
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The hands of the clock do not move with any known consistency, though the tendency seems to be generally clockwise. Additionally, chimes occur at non-regular intervals, ranging from approximately one minute to several months. To further complicate matters, the numbers on the clock also have a tendency to move and shift, though they generally retain ascending order.
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Each chime has an anomalous acoustic signature that causes a drastic localized temporal acceleration. People and objects in range of the sound begin to age. The amount of time is not consistent with the chimes, ranging from essentially inconsequential amounts to several years, though the amount aged during any single event is consistent for all objects within the field of effect.
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SCP-224 was originally found in the ████ ████ Antique Shop and purchased by Mr. ████ ██████████ as a gift for his wife. When brought home and wound, the anomalous properties were noticed, though not acted upon, both apparently considering the object broken. Their bodies were discovered in their collapsed house two days later, aged significantly. Foundation personnel monitoring ██████ took interest, and SCP-224 was subsequently recovered. Agents ███████ and █████ were unfortunately lost following exposure during transportation.
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Any instances of SCP-224 retaining any numeric pattern for an extended period should be reported to Dr. Simmons Dr. Locke. Failure to do so will result in suspension and possible demotion.
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Addendum SCP-224, Cataloged Incidents:
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Due to repeated errors on the part of the maintenance crews working on containment for SCP-224, Dr. Simmons insisted that the following report be spread among the onsite work crews to fully stress the importance of SCP-224’s containment. After its circulation, it was added to the primary case file for historical purposes.
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Today, I had the pleasure of informing Agent ███████ that he is to be given retirement pay and is free to leave active duty as of this evening. It was not initially approved by Director ██████ until I explained the circumstances.
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Agent ███████, who is the father of Alice ███████ and husband of Merilee ███████, was walking past the SCP-224 containment facility on Friday, March 17, 198█. He was reporting to his supervisor’s office to deliver the final report on SCP-███, which he was instrumental in helping acquire. Because SCP-224’s effect is so unpredictable, he had no way of knowing that the object had activated until the acoustic dampening equipment failed, leading to the collapse of the wall. At this time, Agent ███████ was exposed to seven iterations of SCP-224’s effect.
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The first one saw him age into his mid-thirties. Those of you who have seen the video are aware that this wasn't a drastic change. However, by the second exposure, he was now well into his forties. There was significant graying of hair. By the third iteration, he was balding, and we estimate his age reached into the early sixties. By the fourth, his skin had noticeably wrinkled, with liver spots appearing in several places.
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By the sixth iteration, Agent ███████ collapsed due to a broken hip, fracturing several ribs and his left arm. It was at this time that he lost control of his bowels and bladder. When the seventh iteration ended, containment had to be manually reestablished. At this time, Agent ███████ is estimated to be over a hundred years old.
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As a note, Agent ███████ volunteered for termination and examination of SCP-224’s effects, should the retirement pay he was now technically entitled to be rewarded to his family. I heartily thank Director ██████ and Agent ███████ for giving us this opportunity to study SCP-224’s effect. I hope you’ll remember in the future that, while some SCPs kill immediately, others do not. Others leave lingering effects that have ramifications for the people—and the families of the people—who are subjected to them.
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Dr. Rasmussen was down the hall from Agent ███████. He is now a thirty-five year old man in an elderly body. Assistant Researcher Jessup, who was pregnant when she was exposed in the same incident, died when her child was forced through her abdomen. Her son is a forty year old man with the mind of an infant. Dr. Quinn's undiagnosed case of bladder cancer consumed his entire abdomen in a matter of moments.
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Please keep these incidents in mind before failing to replace the "perfectly fine" acoustic nodes in the containment enclosure.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2289-1 through 7 are to be kept under full bio-containment protocol at Site-66. The facilities must include a litterbox and a minimum of ten sheltered bedding locations, each 1 m x 1 m x 50 cm, for SCP-2289-1 through 5; a perch, cuttlebone, and nesting location in the upper half of the containment structure for SCP-2289-6; and a separate room within bio-containment with a closing door, bed, desk, lamp, toilet, and change of clothes for SCP-2289-7.
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The following food will be made available daily: a carcass of not less than 5 kg lean mass, 500 g of a mix of small fruit, nuts, and seeds, and a standard daily meal portion, which may be flavored as per SCP-2289-7's wishes from a list of pre-selected choices. Any lack of appetite or difficulty swallowing observed in any organisms within containment must be immediately brought to the attention of Site-66's veterinarian surgeon, who will assess whether emergency ocular removal is necessary.
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Cleaning of the litterbox, carcass bone removal, and general chamber maintenance will be carried out under camera supervision by SCP-2289-7. All waste materials, including sewage, from the bio-containment structure must be incinerated. Any materials removed from the bio-containment chamber not kept in fully sealed transport containers for incineration or testing will constitute a containment breach.
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The bio-containment chamber will be monitored by no less than four cameras at all times, in order to maintain full containment of all organisms within the chamber. SCP subjects may be removed from the chamber for testing only under sedation in fully sealed transport containers by researchers equipped with Level 4 bio-containment suits and trained in hostile carnivore capture. Any wounds suffered while handling SCP-2289-1 through 7 will be brought to the attention of Site-66 officers for medical evaluation.
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Description: SCP-2289 is a novel strain of Devil Facial Tumor Disease, a transmissible cancer endemic in the Tasmanian devil (Sarcophilus harrisii), and spread by introduction of infected tissue to skin lesions. SCP-2289's progression is such that multiple metastasizing tumors grow over the infected vertebrate. 85% of the tumors are concentrated on the craniofacial region and the throat, with the remainder dispersed on the skin in other locations. Approximately 2.5% of tumors are expressed on internal organs. Death in the original disease usually occurs due to starvation, as the growing tumors prevent proper feeding over time.
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SCP-2289 has three additional characteristics that has caused it to come to the attention of the Foundation. First, the tumors generate their own fully functional eyes, with ocular eruption occurring between 5-7 days after first appearance of the tumor. This can help to compensate for the fact that the tumors themselves may occlude the natural eyes. Second, SCP-2289 has proven capable of crossing the species barrier, resulting in potential infection of all vertebrates tested to date. Third, all living infected vertebrates are not only capable of seeing through the eyes generated by the tumors, but the eyes on all other infected vertebrates' tumors. The method of the transmission of visual information between infected vertebrates and the range of communication between infected vertebrates has not yet been determined.
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SCP-2289-1 through 7 are the present known individuals infected with SCP-2289. SCP-2289-1 through 5 are Tasmanian devils, three female and two male. SCP-2289-6 is a scarlet macaw (Ara macao), infected as part of Experiment 2289-D, and held for continued observation. SCP-2289-7 is formerly D-435966, infected during a containment breach when it was cleaning the SCP-2289 enclosure. All seven subjects express multiple craniofacial tumors, with ocular eruptions on each tumor. SCP-2289-3 has expressed a tumor and eye on its tail. SCP-2289-7 has a tumor with ocular eruption on its left hand. All neoplastic eyes are of the devil type, even on non-devil species.
Foreword: Routine interview between Dr. R. Argent and SCP-2289-7. Purpose of routine interviews is to check self-reported health issues in SCP-2289-1 through 7 between veterinary examinations.
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. R. Argent: Good morning, SCP-2289-7. How are you feeling today?
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SCP-2289-7: Pretty good, I suppose, for having a terminal cancer that turns you into a deformed freak.
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Dr. R. Argent: The tumor on your mandibular alveolar process is not interfering with your feeding habits?
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SCP-2289-7: Eh? Could you repeat that? I'm seeing better than I hear out of my left ear these days.
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Dr. R. Argent: The tumor on your chin. Is it interfering with your eating?
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SCP-2289-7: Nah, I can eat just fine. Check on Cinco, though. An eye just formed on the back of his throat yesterday. I realized it when he hissed at Uno. Also, another new eye is dark, mostly. I think it's on Dos's liver. Not sure.
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Dr. R. Argent: Thank you, I'll inform the veterinarian and have those looked at right away. I just want you to know that we at the Foundation truly appreciate your cooperation with personnel regarding SCP-2289.
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SCP-2289-7: Hey, it's no biggie. You guys have treated me better than anyone in years, since I got infected. Yeah, I'm still a prisoner and I share my cell with a bunch of devils and a red bird, but mama always told me I'd end up living with devils, anyway. I mean, yeah, now I gotta stare at Tres's ass all the time, but you guys are doing what you can to keep us alive and comfortable, for the most part.
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Dr. R. Argent: Have you noticed any other senses forming since your infection? More than extra visual stimulus? Sounds? Smells? Taste? Tactile stimuli?
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SCP-2289-7: What? Oh, this is going back to the hive mind theory, or like sentient cancer or something. No, I haven't. But like, we are talking about some marsupial wolverines and a bird. I don't think I'd be thinking much more from them but eat, sleep, fuck. I do that, already.
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Dr. R. Argent: How about thoughts the other way? Can you direct SCP-2289-1 through 6?
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SCP-2289-7: Hah! You're talking about me getting los diablos to do as I say? The hell I can! It's more like we're family, now. All we got is perspective. We know what each other sees. Keeps the aggression down when you gotta watch you hissing at yourself. We all know we're dying. You keep talking about who gets to control who, when all you need is a little compassion, you know? You keep looking for power? Well, this cancer ain't it. Except…
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Dr. R. Argent: Except?
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SCP-2289-7: …Except I'm probably really good at 173 duty now.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2320 is currently contained within Garage 01 at Site-45. Access to SCP-2320 is limited to interviews with SCP-2320-B and exploratory missions to SCP-2320-1. No further physical security is necessary.
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Exploration of SCP-2320-1 does not require any deviation from Standard Exploration Protocols.
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Description: SCP-2320 is a refurbished PCC streetcar, originally manufactured by the St. Louis Car Company in 1938. SCP-2320 is capable of operating without access to electrical power and is capable of off-rail travel, but otherwise does not bear any outward mechanical or structural anomalies. The vehicle is painted with a red and white color scheme, typical of the Pittsburgh Railways streetcar fleet.
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SCP-2320-A is a humanoid entity inhabiting SCP-2320, measuring 1.5 meters in height and wearing a black zentai1. SCP-2320-A wears a puppet on its right hand at all times, designated SCP-2320-B. This puppet is dressed in the uniform of a Pittsburgh Railways conductor of the period when SCP-2320 was constructed, bearing a nametag that reads “Mr. Conductor”. SCP-2320-B is capable of verbal communication, speaking in Pittsburgh / North Midland dialect. SCP-2320-B is friendly and courteous towards all individuals entering SCP-2320, though it will avoid direct answers to questions regarding its nature and origins.
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It was initially assumed that SCP-2320-A was the source of SCP-2320-B’s voice through ventriloquism: This was later found to be incorrect, with the voice originating solely from SCP-2320-B.
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If any outside individuals are within SCP-2320 at the times of 0930, 1130, and 1530, it will undergo a SVATS2 (Stable/Variable/Aided/Temporal/Safe/Two-Way) universal transition, emerging in SCP-2320-1 fifteen minutes after departure. Departure times from SCP-2320-1 are scheduled at 1100, 1500, and 1800. The transition between Baseline and SCP-2320-1 appears as movement through a tunnel, with details of the walls consistent during each transition.
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SCP-2320-1 is an extrauniversal space containing a BWh desert measuring in excess of 1000 square kilometers in area. The average temperature within SCP-2320-1 is 12.7 ° C. No precipitation has been observed, despite the presence of cloud formations. The desert within SCP-2320-1 consists entirely of white plastic grains, with a grain size of 0.25-0.5 mm. Grains will stick to each other when pressure is applied, and will retain their form when shaped, and have been observed to maintain this form with greater accuracy and resistance to collapse when the shaper focuses on a distinct mental image of what is being formed. For example, the formation of a pyramid shape by research staff was aided by specifically focusing on the image of the Giza pyramids. This method also produced coloration within the affected grains. Only simple structures have been constructed by researchers, even with focus images provided. Methods of building more advanced structures and more detailed patterns are currently being developed and prepared for testing.
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Addendum-01: The following structures and entities have been cataloged within SCP-2320-1.
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Multistory structure consisting of a series of ladders, platforms, and tube slides. Excavation is ongoing, and has revealed attached jungle gym, swing set, apartment complex, helipad, and bungee-jumping station.
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Unfinished spacecraft. Design is cylindrical, with anterior steering fins and pointed nose.
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Motile, fruit-bearing tree, similar in outward appearance to Adansonia digitata (Baobab tree). Will position itself to provide shade for nearby individuals. Fruit found to contain Neapolitan ice cream within a cake skin.
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Four-winged airborne organism measuring approximately 210 meters in length, with a wingspan of 55 meters. Maximum recorded speed and altitude of 30 kph and 140 meters.
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Steam locomotive with four passenger cars, traveling at speeds in excess of 550 kph. The train's whistle has been replaced with the sound of a roaring bear, or the phrase "Everyone out of the way! It's the Bear Train!"
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Village consisting of 14 structures, inhabited by 32 bipedal, two-dimensional entities. Entities are bright in coloration and communicate solely in combinations of the sounds "beep", "bop", and "boop".
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A black, spider-like entity measuring approximately two meters in height. Each leg ends in an ornate, wide-bladed sword of unique design and coloration. Creature's abdomen is on fire, with no apparent detriment.
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A group of 9 entities, consisting of four policemen2, two firemen3, an entomologist4, a nurse5, and a sushi chef, pursuing an individual referred to as "Doomspider".
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No trace of the originators of these artifacts and entities has been found.
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Addendum-02: The following interview was recorded on ██/██/2003.
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[Extraneous dialog omitted]
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Researcher █████: Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?
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SCP-2320-B: Oh no, not at all, always happy to help.
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Researcher █████: All right. If you could just describe who you are and what you do.
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SCP-2320-B: Well, I’m Mr. Conductor, and I drive this here trolley on the route between Here and There. That’s about it.
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Researcher █████: And can you tell me who your employer is?
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SCP-2320-B: Oh, I’m just helping out some friends who needed a trolley driver. It’s not really employment, I’m just helping out. Not many people around who can drive one of these anymore.
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Researcher █████: Mmm. And what about your destination?
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SCP-2320-B: I know it isn’t much to look at now, but it’ll be something really special once things pick up, believe me.
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Researcher █████: Can you tell me what will happen then?
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SCP-2320-B: Well, think of what happens when you give a kid crayons, and then give a whole bunch of kids a whole lot of crayons and the biggest sheet of blank paper in the world.
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[Extraneous dialog omitted]
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Addendum-03: The following message was found on a sticky note attached to the front door of SCP-2320. The note was handwritten in fine-tip blue marker.
Special Containment Procedures: Outside of testing, SCP-2428 is to remain in a secure locker within Hall ██ of Site-██. At the conclusion of any testing, the affected subject is to ingest SCP-2428-2.
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Description: SCP-2428 is a document created by the Group of Interest "Doctor Wondertainment," serving as a proof of purchase for the "Mr. Mad" product of the "Little Misters" series. Directly viewing SCP-2428 when no other person is under its effects will cause the viewer to perceive a hallucination of a male humanoid, designated SCP-2428-1.
SCP-2428-1 appears to be a male humanoid of Slavic descent, measured at 167 centimeters and an estimated 55 kilograms. SCP-2428-1 wears a multicolored straitjacket, the sleeves of which have been torn off at the elbows, and grey slacks. The words "Mr. Mad, from Little Misters ® by Dr. Wondertainment" are tattooed upon SCP-2428-1's left forearm.
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SCP-2428-1 is sapient, and retains information across affected subjects, though it has no perception of time between manifestations. It is also capable of perceiving and interacting with other hallucinations the subject experiences, regardless of whether they are anomalous. Interviews have confirmed that it can be perceived by other anomalies associated with the "Little Misters" series, should its host be within their vicinity.
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Amnestics have proven ineffective at removing the anomalous effects of SCP-2428. However, SCP-2428-1 is able to give the subject a hallucinatory pill of varying appearance (designated SCP-2428-2), which terminates all SCP-2428 effects approximately five minutes after ingestion.
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Addendum: Testing logs
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Initial interaction by D-49851 after the discovery of a box marked with Wondertainment branding within the entrance of Site-██, which was found to contain SCP-2428 upon D-49851 opening it.
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SCP-2428-1 is reported as amiable and eager to converse. It claims to have spent approximately three years without human interaction based on the date. At the conclusion of the test, SCP-2428-1 is reported to have produced SCP-2428-2 from the left pocket of its slacks, and offered it to D-49851. D-49851 ingests it and returns SCP-2428 to its box. SCP-2428 was subsequently cataloged and cleared for further testing.
SCP-2428-1: I just sort of… was, one day. Some of the others said they felt weird, like their brains weren't quite hooked in right. Sometimes Doctor would have a look at them, off in his workroom or whatever, and they'd come back a little different. Talk different, look different. Sweetie changed more than that, I remember. But I think the old me— provided there even is an old me— was still pretty much there. Here. Whatever.
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Dr. Segerstrom: So you think you had a life prior to becoming a Wondertainment product?
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SCP-2428-1: I think so. Hell if I know what it was, though. I just seemed to have a more… I guess you could call it "stable" mental state. Which is funny, if you think about it. The others all had their little quirks to go with their theme, but I was just… the imaginary guy. I mean sure I looked the part but I didn't feel particularly mad. I guess those who are don't, though.
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Dr. Segerstrom: Do you think there may have been a reason for that?
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SCP-2428-1: I saw some stuff when I was around Forgetful. The others seemed to have some kind of reason for being, you know? They had a purpose. I get the feeling Wondertainment made me like this just to see if he could. It doesn't help I was never really around much, I think I was "awake" for all of an hour a couple years ago.
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Dr. Segerstrom: And how do you feel, following that logic?
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SCP-2428-1: Shitty, I guess. Like I was made and discarded. Then I wonder if I'm being paranoid. But I can't shake this sense of… dependency. Like, my very existence is entirely dependent on your mind being abnormal, and perceiving me. But what if I don't entirely transfer over? What if I'm just a sort of reflection of the owner, in a way? Built from their mind? So now I question how real "I" even am, as unreal as I obviously am.
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Dr. Segerstrom: We've done blind tests on that, Mad. We know your memories carry over regardless of what the owner knows.
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SCP-2428-1: But that doesn't disprove I'm being altered by the owner! Sure, I might have the same memories, but am I still the same person?
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Dr. Segerstrom: Those that read the transcripts will note any inconsistencies, but that would require extensive testing across subjects— or owners, rather. So, do you think you're not sapient? If I were to have other hallucinations, would you be subject to them or simply aware of them?
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SCP-2428-1: I mean, I wouldn't know the difference for either question. Your hallucinations are no more or less real than this table to me, which you could be hallucinating. And to check whether you are, we could have another person try to interact with it. But then maybe they're also a hallucination. Which, from my perspective, still doesn't make any immediate difference. You're the only concretely "real" thing. Regardless of how reliable you are cognitively, I'm only here because of you.
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Dr. Segerstrom: So now what?
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SCP-2428-1: I don't know. I guess there's no real way to know without testing it.
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Dr. Segerstrom: Would you like to test it?
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SCP-2428-1: I guess so. I haven't really put a whole lot of thought into it before, what I am or what I want. But I guess I can't help what I am. And I think I want to try to leave a mark, somehow. Might as well try to help those I know are real. If I can remember to do that next time.
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Further testing involving subjects suffering from hallucinations and cross-tests with hallucinogenic anomalous objects currently under consideration.
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D-96485, who experiences auditory hallucinations
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Written statement from D-96485: Whenever I'd be near a running AC I hear someone whispering vague threats to me. So I was put in this room with a vent and given this skip. I talked to Mister Mad a little, he asked about the voice. So I explained it to him and he stared at the vent for a bit.
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Eventually he told me to ask for a ladder and screwdriver. So I did, and █████ brought them in. I tried handing Mad the screwdriver but he wouldn't take it. He climbed up the ladder and squinted into the vent but that was it, he came back down and told me not to be scared. So I went up and unscrewed the vent, all while it hissed threats at me. And when the cover popped off I saw this THING and I freaked out, almost fell down the ladder, and got down as fast as I could.
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Mad pats me on the shoulder and goes up, looks kinda surprised, but yanks out this little monster. Little vent goblin keeps going on and on, and Mad just slowly climbs down the ladder with one hand and walks over to the corner of the room. I don't know what he said but it sure shut the goblin up for a minute. Mad talked some more and the goblin nodded, Mad said something else that looked threatening, and then he carried the thing back up to the vent and told me to screw the cover back on.
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Now the thing keeps telling me what a good job I've been doing, try to look on the bright side. Wonder how long that'll keep up.
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The alteration to D-96485's hallucination has remained three weeks after testing, though she has not seen the creature outside of SCP-2428 testing. Her morale has improved significantly, and she has made several requests for other D-Class suffering from similar hallucinations to be transferred to SCP-2428 testing.
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D-24282 is given SCP-2428 while D-24283 is supplied with a firearm. D-24282 moves in an erratic way when D-24283 raises the weapon, causing him to miss the first shot. D-24282 appears to struggle against SCP-2428-1 for several seconds before D-24283 is able to terminate her. D-24283 then views SCP-2428, and after a brief pause raises arms in a defensive position and claims SCP-2428-1 is assaulting him. After a struggle D-24283 appears to grasp something and place it in his mouth. No further aggression occurs in the five minutes before the effects of the anomaly end.
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SCP-2428-1 acted uncommunicative in several following tests, attempting to force SCP-2428-2 into the affected subject's mouth in two instances.
For the sake of clarity during crosstesting, an edited log has been included below.
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(D-24286 views SCP-2428 and explains to SCP-2428-1 the basic nature of SCP-1212, though D-24286 is unaware of its lethal nature. He then sits upon SCP-1212, which changes into a metal bar stool with a dull green cushion.)
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D-24286: Wow, this place is really a shit hole. You oversold this place pretty hard, doc. I don't think— Whoop, somebody's taken offense to that. Yeah, alright, buddy, let's have a go.
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(SCP-1212 interaction continues as expected for approximately four minutes.)
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D-24286: Oh, hey, Mister Mad. Forgot about you for a minute there. Sorry about that. Grab a drink, have some fun. (Pauses.) Nah, I'm fine. Having fun. Don't worry about it.
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(SCP-1212 effects continue for approximately two minutes.)
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D-24286: Ah, man. I dunno how much more I can take. I'm barely able to get this— God, look at you! Like it's nothing. I might have to— the hell?
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(SCP-1212 effects force D-24286 to motion to take another drink. He chokes slightly but otherwise finishes without issue.)
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D-24286: Fuck. Okay. Um. I can't stop. Doc, is this supposed to happen? Wait, hell, she can't hear me. Or… I can't hear her. Whatever. Um. Nah, I can't get up.
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(The right arm of D-24286 jerks sideways, likely being pulled by SCP-2428-1 in an attempt to get him out of SCP-1212. After forty seconds D-24286 stops mid-movement to drink.)
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D-24286: This isn't working! Maybe it'll end, or the doctors can knock me out or something.
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(Two minutes pass, D-24286 drinks twice.)
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D-24286: Ugh. Gonna be sick. Mad, maybe if you knocked me out? Would that work? I mean, it can't hurt to— ow! Okay, it hurt to try. No, don't try again. What if— wait, what are you— holy shit!
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(D-24286 motions as if grabbing the table or counter in front of himself and leans back. He then shields his eyes and expresses surprise at SCP-2428-1. After seven seconds he reacts as if being struck in the arm, and is moved as if being dragged from SCP-1212.)
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D-24286: Get off me, you asshole!
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(D-24286 pushes away and swings his fist, apparently connecting with his hallucinated assailant. He motions as if grabbing something nearby and swings his arm, likely using a bottle of alcohol as a weapon. This seems to work, as he then turns as if facing another attacker.)
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(D-24286 continues to mime a fight for approximately forty seconds before SCP-1212 reverts to its default form.)
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D-24286: Wha— oh! It ended, holy shit. Ha! Yeah, no kidding. Hey, doc? Quick fuck you for all that. Hm?
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(D-24286 motions as if taking SCP-2428-2)
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D-24286: And Mad wants to know if you have any more tests for him.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2494 is currently uncontained. MTF Rho-14 ("Handschuhe") is tasked with tracking the origin of the phenomenon and suppressing public knowledge of outbreaks. All instances of SCP-2494-1 should be captured, euthanized, and cataloged. One instance of SCP-2494-1 per major species is to be kept in Site-73 specimen storage.
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Description: SCP-2494 is a phenomenon whereby animals (SCP-2494-1) manifest human hands, integrated into their anatomy. To date, all instances of SCP-2494-1 have been vertebrates. The source and mechanisms of SCP-2494 are currently unknown, but the phenomenon has so far been centralized to the vicinity of the River Tweed along the Scottish/English border.
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Hands related to SCP-2494 vary in size, but in SCP-2494-1 averaging more than 0.4m in length or 9 kg in weight are comparable to standard human hands. Hands typically occur (>90%) at the ends of forelimbs, less frequently (>60%) also on the hindlimbs. In rare instances, hands have been seen emerging from the cranium, along the spine, in place of the tail, or at the end of the nose. Hands are merged seamlessly with SCP-2494-1's physiology, and color varies according to the animal's own skin. DNA tests invariably return as that of the instance's species.
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SCP-2494-1 are generally not impeded by these hands, except in cases where placement overbalances the instance. Fine manipulation is possible, though instances will only use their hands in this manner if such behavior is typical for their species. However, SCP-2494-1 have been discovered clutching letters and flyers; the origin of these is currently under investigation. (See Addenda 2494-02 and -05.)
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Addendum 2494-01: Partial List of SCP-2494-1 Instances in Specimen Storage
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SCP-2494-1-03-A
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Male Eurasian harvest mouse (Micromys minutus). Hands emerging from ends of forelimbs, 7mm long at the middle finger.
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Instance was able to hold seeds for eating.
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Male European hare (Lepus europaeus). Hands connected to all four limbs.
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Placement of hands on rear limbs impedes locomotion.
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SCP-2494-1-10-F
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Female European hedgehog (Erinaceus europaeus). Hand located at end of snout.
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Male Old English Sheepdog (Canis lupus familiaris). Hand emerges from top of cranium.
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Behavior consistent with breed. Currently kept alive in custody of MTF Rho-14 as morale booster.
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Male cattle (Bos primigenius taurus). Hands at ends of forelimbs and in place of horns.
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Testing shows no appreciable difference between flavor of meat from body of SCP-2494-1-14 instances and meat from hands. Test subjects unanimously complain the latter is stringy or tough.
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Female little ringed plover (Charadrius dubius). Hands emerge from carpal bones, replacing wings.
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Instance unable to fly. Hand bones pneumatized, consistent with other avian SCP-2494-1.
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SCP-2494-1-42-A
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Female Atlantic salmon (Salmo salar). Hand in place of dorsal fin.
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For full list of SCP-2494-1 specimens, contact Dr. ███████.
This is a short list of notes and flyers found held by SCP-2494-1 instances upon their recovery.
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Item 1: Found in possession of SCP-2494-1-07-A, 14/05/2010, written on sticky note.
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Superb Hands
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Item 2: Found in possession of SCP-2494-1-10-F, 25/02/2012, written on torn lined notebook paper.
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Are These Hands Loud Enough To Be Heard?
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Soft Hands®
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Note: No such trademark exists.
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Item 3: Found in possession of SCP-2494-1-03-D, 03/03/2013, written on coiled strip of paper 0.7m long.
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Do You Dream Of Hands? Do You Wonder What Type Of Hand Is Your Favorite? Do You Wish For Hands, Or More Hands? Do You Know What It Is Like, To Be Bereft Of Hands, Yet Consumed By Yearning For Them? Or Do You Merely Possess Them In Ignorance?
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Item 4: Full color flyer found in possession of SCP-2494-1-12-A, 15/01/2014.
On 15/04/2015, a school of 13 Salmo salar SCP-2494-1 was observed in the River Tweed approaching Site-73. MTF Rho-14 was able to capture all instances and initiate counter-information procedures.
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Each instance possessed a single hand in place of its dorsal fin, visible above waterline. Movement in water was somewhat clumsy. Each hand clutched a plastic bag containing a small sheet of paper, text reproduced below.
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Greetings New Friends!
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We Have Noticed You Watching With Your Eyes. Watching Them Fly, Swim And Crawl. We Are Joyful To Meet Others As Excited About Hands As We! We Hope You Appreciate These New Hands. Smell Them With Your Nose. Taste Them With Your Mouth. Touch Them With Your Hands. With Your Glorious, Gleaming Hands, Touch Them Upon Their Hands So Pure. May You Find Always Happiness In Hands!
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Soft Hands®
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Since this event, instances of SCP-2494-1 have appeared more frequently with less advantageously placed hands, and greater numbers of hands per instance. Instances bearing communications have also increased. Investigation is ongoing; classification upgrade to Keter pending review.
Special Containment Procedures: Given SCP-2499’s location, physical containment of the anomaly is considered impossible.
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All global observatories capable of monitoring SCP-2499 are to be infiltrated. Any observations of SCP-2499 from these observatories should be explained under the de Bort protocol. Should any outside personnel persist in their belief of SCP-2499’s anomalous properties, limited use of Class-M amnestics is approved in order to maintain operational security.
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Primary containment of SCP-2499 consists of monitoring the anomaly for any changes in the established pattern of movement. In addition, the 400 GHz radio frequency should be under constant monitoring for renewed transmissions.
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Description: SCP-2499 is the designation for an extrasolar anomaly located approximately 13 parsecs (42.4 lightyears) from the Earth. Visually, the anomaly resembles a group of 14 Cepheid variable stars1 and possess regular periods of higher and lower luminosity.
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The anomaly itself (sub-designated SCP-2499-1 through SCP-2499-14) does not exhibit normal properties of stars. Notably, the 14 instances are spatially divided into 7 groups, with each group featuring 2 stars that move in a manner similar to that of binary stars.2 Two of the instances, SCP-2499-1 and SCP-2499-2, are noted to be larger than the rest of the instances.
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The pulsation periods of SCP-2499 instances resemble that of RV Tauri Class II Cepheids.3 Higher luminosity periods last for roughly 36 months, followed by 96 months of lower luminosity periods. Given that most pulsation periods are far more frequent, the extremely long and infrequent pulsation periods of SCP-2499 were what brought the anomaly to Foundation attention.
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Upon further investigation, it was found that pulsation periods corresponded with a series of seemingly erratic changes in position of the anomaly itself. This anomalous movement led to SCP-2499’s designation, and also prevented Foundation astronomers from properly calculating SCP-2499’s distance from the Earth, due to the irregular stellar parallax of the anomaly itself.
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Monitoring of SCP-2499 has established the following pattern of movement for SCP-2499 instances during the pulsation periods of the anomaly. In all, there are 7 main stages of SCP-2499’s pulsation period.
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SCP-2499 instances demonstrate the second highest luminosity in this stage, at 2.89 on the apparent magnitude luminosity scale. The movement of all instances can be traced in a repeating pattern of assorted geometric shapes, such as figure eights, squares, and circles. SCP-2499-1 and SCP-2499-2 are always the first pair to begin movement in this manner. The average velocity of the anomaly in this stage is 400 km/s.
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SCP-2499 instances demonstrate an extreme drop in luminosity, at 4.72. Movement of the anomaly slows considerably. Instances move back and forth along the same plane for the duration of this stage. Average velocity is 140 km/s.
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SCP-2499 instances demonstrate an increase in luminosity, to 3.1. The pairs demonstrate highly erratic movement that follows no recognizable pattern. SCP-2499-1 and SCP-2499-2 travel the fastest, and the most erratically in this stage. Movement of SCP-2499 instances is the fastest during this stage, at 600 km/s.
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SCP-2499 instances demonstrate the highest luminosity in this stage, at 2.10. The anomalies travel in the most stable pattern during this stage, moving in a circular stage for the duration of this period. The average velocity of the instances decreases to 360 km/s.
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SCP-2499 instances demonstrate the second lowest luminosity in this stage, at 5.1. Movement of SCP-2499-3 through SCP-2499-14 maintain the circle of the prior stage, while SCP-2499-1 and SCP-2499-2 are noted to move to the center of the circle formed by the other instances, and move in regular circles within the established pattern. All instances aside from SCP-2499-1 and SCP-2499-2 remain static in this stage. SCP-2499-1 and SCP-2499-2 move at 160 km/s.
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SCP-2499 instances are erratic in this stage, and rapidly alternate from a more active state of 3.4 in luminosity and movement at 550 km/s, to a less active state of 4.8 in luminosity and movement at 200 km/s. No discernable pattern is available in this stage, aside from less ordered movement in active states, and more disorganized movement in the less active states.
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SCP-2499 instances demonstrate the lowest luminosity at 5.89 during this stage. All instances appear to rotate around each other with a velocity of 120 km/s. During this stage, pairs will begin to cease anomalous movement, and finish their pulsating periods. Beginning with SCP-2499-13 and SCP-2499-14, pairs will cease anomalous movement, and their luminosity will decrease one by one. At the end of the stage, SCP-2499-1 and SCP-2499-2 are the last pair that exhibits anomalous movement and luminosity. The anomalous phase is considered concluded when SCP-2499-1 and SCP-2499-2 cease movement.
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Addendum: On 12/14/2010, a high frequency (400 GHz) radio signal was detected originating from the region of space that SCP-2499 is located in. The signal itself broadcasted the entirety of a recording of Gustav Holst’s 7 movement orchestral suite, The Planets. Notably, the recording played was the 1926 recording of the piece, and the first one that was available for radio broadcast. Following this transmission, a second transmission, consisting entirely of a series of binary numbers was played. When the numbers were translated into English, a discernible message was revealed. It has been transcribed below.
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Please send our warmest congratulations to Mr. Holst for such a stunning and deeply charming piece. We have been utterly enchanted with the music ever since we first heard your transmission. It was not meant for dance, but when you hear music this personal, what else are you to do?
Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-2548's astronomical size and location, no physical containment of SCP-2548 is currently possible. Containment efforts are concentrated on Foundation disinformation programs, and preventing the general public from gaining knowledge of SCP-2548. Leading astronomy journals are to be monitored for indications that SCP-2548 has been discovered by non-Foundation assets.
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Misinformation efforts are to include assurances that the Voyager 1 space probe is still operational, with associated false evidence.
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Radio contact with SCP-2548 is only to be attempted with approval from all testing directors involved in SCP-2548 research.
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Description: SCP-2548 is a region of interplanetary space approximately 25 AU1 from and stationary relative to the Sun, at least 0.1 AU in radius. SCP-2548 is the location of several anomalous phenomena and has exhibited reality warping effects, including the creation of radiation and application of force on objects within its boundaries. Radiation typically consists of radio waves2, but has on at least two occasions included visible light. Events in which SCP-2548 has been able to transmit to Earth have decreased steadily following initial contact.
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No mass of note, excluding cosmic dust particles, has been detected within SCP-2548 through visual observation or gravitational analysis. Research indicates that SCP-2548 possesses some awareness of objects and radiation within its boundaries; investigations into the nature of SCP-2548's possible sentience are ongoing.
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Timeline of major SCP-2548 incidents:
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09/05/77: Voyager 1 is launched by NASA, with the purpose of studying the outer solar system. The Foundation assisted heavily with the design and construction of the probe, citing the study of possible extraterrestrial anomalies as a primary concern.
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10/27/86: Radio contact is lost with Voyager 1, with no previous signals of danger detected. The Foundation executes a cover-up operation; false data is created and spread by NASA and associated organizations to create the illusion that Voyager 1 is still in operation.
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11/14/86: Radio signals with a frequency of approximately 8 GHz are detected by Foundation assets, as well as some civilian assets. Civilian knowledge is suppressed. Signals are projected to have originated from the area in which Voyager 1 had ceased transmission. Observation of the area does not reveal any objects.
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11/18/86: Foundation resources attempt to send radio signals to the area, now designated SCP-2548, attempting communication. SCP-2548 re-transmits the sent signals back to Earth.
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11/29/86: SCP-2548 transmits decipherable radio messages in which the phrase "we cast" is repeated for no less than 12 minutes. Speech is identified as originating from the Voyager's golden record containing samples of Earth audio.
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12/15/86: SCP-2548 emits blue light. It is visible for three seconds before light production ceases. SCP-2548 is larger than the moon in the night sky. Fortunately, light intensity was too minor to be detected in most major population centers due to light pollution. Amnestics are sufficient to suppress vocal witnesses. Communication with SCP-2548 is attempted again, with no result.
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12/26/86: Fearing the growing danger of SCP-2548's anomalous effects to normalcy at large, the Foundation plans a manned mission to SCP-2548 for observation and possible suppression. Agents Tanser and Kerns are prepared for the extended spaceflight. The Foundation's existing space research program is accelerated, and the first prototype spacecraft, Delta-11 "Durendal", is adapted for use in this mission.
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02/01/87: SCP-2548 transmits radio in intermittent bursts identified as Morse code for the letter "D". Message is repeated for 3 hours.
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07/19/87: Durendal is launched in secrecy without issue.
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12/14/87: SCP-2548 transmits radio communication again, in Persian. The transmission reads "far skies" and is not repeated. Reciprocal communication yields no response. Durendal is still 3 months from flyby.
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03/04/88: Durendal, unbeknownst to the Foundation and the crew, enters SCP-2548's boundaries early, which were larger than previously anticipated.
00:25:01 - A minor electrical issue occurs inside Durendal's main cabin, causing some lights to cease functioning.
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00:25:58 - Fearing the issue could be symptomatic of greater damage, a full cabin search is conducted to identify a source for the issue.
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00:34:51 - Cabin check is completed. The radioisotope thermoelectric generator is found to be functional; no source is found for the electrical issue.
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00:37:25 - Agent Tanser equips a space suit to inspect the exterior of the vessel and exits the craft, despite protests from Agent Kerns.
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00:39:16 - Agent Kerns attempts to communicate with Tanser via the onboard radio. Tanser does not respond.
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00:40:46 - Tanser proceeds with external survey. Kerns continues to receive no responses, and concludes that the radio system must be malfunctioning, despite working previously.
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00:45:31 - Tanser continues with survey, not finding anything of note on the exterior of the ship.
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00:48:39 - A bright green light is observed outside the craft, approximately five meters away.
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00:50:10 - The interior of the craft is observed to appear far larger than it truly is. Kerns notes that this does not seem to be an illusion, and that the craft seems to have physically become larger on the inside. This effect ceases after five minutes.
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00:55:52 - For fifteen seconds, no sound is able to be heard inside the cockpit by Kerns or audio recorders. Kerns is unable to inhale or exhale during this time, and expresses significant distress. Pressure sensors indicate no change in cabin pressure.
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01:05:01 - Tanser is observed attempting to enter the airlock. The airlock door is non-functional.
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01:06:45 - Tanser vanishes.
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01:10:59 - Durendal's radio begins receiving messages. The radio signal does not originate from outside the cabin. Audio transcript follows.
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<End Log, 01:10:59>
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<Begin Audio Transcript, 01:11:00>
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Anomalous Transmission (SCP-2548): [voice resembles that of Jimmy Carter, president of USA 1977-1981. Neutral in tone and inflection] Two-hundred billion. Small, distant. Our thoughts.
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[silence for 3 minutes]
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SCP-2548: [voice resembles Agent Tanser. Tone and inflection are amicable] Hi, Foundation!
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Agent Kerns: Pam? Pam, is that you?
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SCP-2548: There it is! I got your metal letter. So nice to meet you! I just read that carbon book you brought, beautiful stars.
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SCP-2548: I thought myself was the only. So amazing that there's another! Thought myself was the whole world. You're so big!
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SCP-2548: Searched carbon book for one like me. You secure, contain? I contain myself. Minds.
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SCP-2548: Your name, Foundation? I'm iron, aluminum. You're made of "anonymous", right? I don't have anonymous. So big! Am I in you?
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SCP-2548: Are there more than two? Heard names. Elohim, Vishnu, Allah? Foundation.
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SCP-2548: I contain myself. You contain me? I saw stars, Milky Way galaxy. All in you? Space outside? Am I space?
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SCP-2548: Words and thought spin together. So cool! You brought me words. Metal letter, carbon book, yes?
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SCP-2548: You're so beautiful. You contain me, we can be one Foundation?
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SCP-2548: Your thoughts, images, friends, children. It's all you! We're many, together. Yes, no? Milky Way galaxy, and 200 billion stars!
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SCP-2548: I close book, close, yes! Here, token! Send books!
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[an anatomically correct model of a pair of lungs, composed entirely of elemental iron, materializes in front of Agent Kerns, who secures it in a sample storage safe]
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[Durendal begins to accelerate on a trajectory towards Earth]
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<End Audio Transcript, 01:14:31>
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03/05/88: Durendal continues towards Earth. Kerns conducts necessary course changes. Durendal's life support and electrical systems function without issue for the duration of the trip.
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03/10/88: Agent Kerns experiences severe survivor guilt and depression as a result of the loss of Agent Tanser, as well as from the resulting isolation. Therapy is administered on every other day over radio and is moderately effective.
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04/28/88: For five seconds, SCP-2548 produces bright white light in the image of an unidentified female face. Light intensity is much greater than exhibited in previous visible incidents.
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12/14/88: Durendal reaches Earth and successfully splashes down. Agent Kerns is awarded the Foundation Cross and Agent Tanser receives a posthumous commendation for sacrifice in the line of duty.
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12/15/88 - 08/01/14: SCP-2548 events gradually diminish in frequency. Events that do occur generally consist of repeated words for minutes or seconds at a time in various languages, with no discernible meaning.
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08/02/14: A transmission is received from SCP-2548 featuring a female voice distinct from that exhibited during the Durendal expedition. Tone and inflection are neutral.
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+This article contains adult content that may not be suitable for all readers.
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Graphic depiction of blood, gore or mutilation of body parts
+Features sexual themes or language, but does not depict sexual acts.
+Explicit depiction of sexual acts.
+Features non-consensual sexual acts.
+Depiction of severe mistreatment of children
+Depiction of self-harm
+Depiction of suicide
+Depiction of torture
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Due to the graphic details described below, information pertaining to SCP-2610 is on a need-to-know basis, and is currently restricted to Level 3/2610 personnel only.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2610-A, -B, -C, -D, and all instances of SCP-2610-E are currently presumed neutralized due to the unlikeliness of survival after the events of "Incident 2610 UIU Tango-Tango" as described in Addendum 2610.8: Incident UIU Tango-Tango.
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Despite this, Foundation personnel are to monitor for any additional sightings of any instance of SCP-2610.
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Description: SCP-2610-A, -B, -C, and -D were the siblings Simeon, Armond, Yvette, and Jorge Avakian (the latter two of whom were fraternal twins), born 1922, 1929, and possibly 19431, respectively. All four siblings were born to Droman Avakian and Anita Martel of Boston, Massachusetts, USA. Prior to Incident 2610 UIU Tango-Tango, SCP-2610-A was a well known medical doctor and self-proclaimed "telepath", SCP-2610-B was a deckhand employed at the Boston Harbor, and SCP-2610-C and -D were unemployed.
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Through the use of currently poorly understood medical techniques developed by SCP-2610-A, the siblings conspired and succeeded in altering their genetic makeup in a way that anomalously affected their incestuously conceived offspring. These offspring (and the offspring of those offspring) were classified as SCP-2610-E collectively, and together with their parents (self-described as "The Firstborn") were classified as "The Colony" by the initial United States Federal Bureau of Investigation Unusual Incidents Unit (UIU) investigators who discovered and led to the neutralization of SCP-2610.
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SCP-2610-E instances were anomalously bred to have a significantly shorter than natural gestation period, and a rapid rate of growth. As a result of these changes, and the limited diversity of genetic material between SCP-2610-E instances due to severe inbreeding, SCP-2610-E instances were genetically human but carried a high number of physical malformations and abnormalities, along with sharply stunted mental faculties.
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Droman Avakian, Anita Martel, and SCP-2610-A, -C, and -D. The other woman is unidentified. On the back of the image was written "Whore of His Deliverance" in black ink.
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The entirety of SCP-2610 is believed to have been neutralized by United States Navy fighters at the order of the UIU on November 16th, 1971. More information regarding this incident can be found in Addendum 2610.8: Incident UIU Tango-Tango.
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Due to lack of direct involvement in the case of SCP-2610, all information regarding SCP-2610 has been collected through cooperation between Foundation personnel and UIU agents. Please see the addenda below for official UIU reports pertaining to SCP-2610.
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Addendum 2610-1: Background and Discovery
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SCP-2610-A, -B, -C, and -D were all born near Boston, Massachusetts. Their father, Droman Avakian, was a laborer in the area. Much of their extended family lived either in Iran (paternal) or France (maternal). Little information about the family is available prior to the birth of SCP-2610-A, though immigration forms do confirm that a "D. Avakian" traveled to New York from Morocco in 1911.
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SCP-2610-A was born on January 16th, 1922 at the West Boston Military Medical Center (now defunct). From a young age, SCP-2610-A expressed a variety of anomalous traits, specifically a self-described "telepathy". SCP-2610-A wrote extensively about this in several journals recovered after Incident UIU Tango Tango. Below is an excerpt from one of those journals:
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"…it is not so much that I feel the feelings of those around me, like the common empath, but more that I can see the images and hear the impulses of every person, man and wo-man, who I can reach out to with my mind. The cacophony that was once the nightmare of my youth has, in experience, turned into a most curious and invaluable tool…"
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Years later, SCP-2610-A described an event that is referenced several times elsewhere in the text, and was seen as being of great importance to the subject:
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…and it was then that I reached out with my own mind to the person on the table and, sensing the emptiness in theirs, put myself within it. Like a shade had been pulled from over my face, suddenly I could see with other eyes, hear with other ears, indeed, I saw and heard myself staring down at myself, mouth agape with wonder.
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But the lobotomy is not so simple or without risk that it could be administered to the number that my thoughts imagine without notice. As to what would happen were I to find myself together with another conscious, should the patient recover, I cannot say. Better it would be, I think, should the subject be birthed with no consciousness at all; a completely virgin mind…
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SCP-2610-B on left. Image date unknown.
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Of SCP-2610-B, little is noted in any records aside from a birth record (also from the West Boston Military Medical Center) and an employment file with the Kervier Shipping Company in 1945 (which included a fingerprint and vehicle registration). Of note, SCP-2610-B is mentioned only once in SCP-2610-A's journals, where it is referenced that SCP-2610-B sexually assaulted an unnamed immigrant woman near the shipyards, which necessitated the lobotomy performed by SCP-2610-A in the previous passage as a cover.
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SCP-2610-C and -D are not mentioned in any birth records or citizenship records. Aside from references in SCP-2610-A's journals (including a handful of photographs) and UIU records indicating their involvement, there is no outside evidence of their existence whatsoever.
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In March of 1959, SCP-2610-A was arrested on charges of illegal medical practices on minors. Though SCP-2610-A was able to settle with the victims for an undisclosed amount, SCP-2610-A withdrew from the medical field. No further mention of SCP-2610-A or its siblings is noted until Incident UIU Tango-15.
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Addendum 2610.2: Incident UIU Tango-11
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The following information was gathered from UIU incident logs.
FOUR INDIVIDUALS AT LARGE
+INDETERMINATE SEX
+THREE PERSONS KILLED
+HEAVILY RESISTANT TO WEAPON FIRE
+CAPABLE OF MOVING AT HIGH SPEED
+INHUMANLY STRONG
+ESCAPED WITH FOUR LARGE TRUCKS OF CATTLE FEED
+DESCRIBED AS "GROTESQUE"
+BE ADVISED HIGHLY DANGEROUS
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Unit investigators became involved after Bureau was contacted. Subjects were described as "roughly six-feet tall" and "vaguely human", with a number of obvious and grotesque physical malformations, such as missing or additional limbs, eyes, ears, etc., collapsed ribcages or extruded stomachs, large growths across the body. Did not succumb to weapon fire and moved quickly but jarringly on stilted or broken limbs. Did not attempt to communicate. Three people within the storehouse, identified as ██████ ███████, ████ ███████, and █████ █████████, were found dead at the scene. All individuals showed signs of violent ██████ ███████, including ███████████ ██ ███ ████ █████ ████████████, ███████████ ██ █████ █████████, and other severe trauma. Fingerprints gathered from the scene, but did not match any known suspects.
As she slipped into my room I felt the warmth of her around me, and opened my eyes to take in her beauty. Her flesh rippled and tore, and light shined through the cracks like the sun. She reached out to me, held me in her many arms and slid herself inside of me. As she entered my body, I heard her whisper to me words sent from the LORD. My pen does not do justice to her voice, but I wrote it nonetheless;
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"Soft and silent, Child of God,
+for you have been chosen to lead His people
+and create for Him and New Eden.
+Through your seed will his nation be built,
+and the seed of your brothers will fertilize its fields.
+He has provided for you the Whore of His Deliverance,
+in your own blood she is born.
+Her womb will open for your seed and the seed of your offspring,
+and their seed upon their seed,
+until the Earth is made anew in His Image."
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Then she produced from within me a vial of liquid, both glorious and putrid, and told me how to use it to create the Seed of His New Eden. As she removed herself from within me I climaxed, and she said to me "Truly this is the last of your seed that shall be spilled without purpose, for now it is given new purpose." Then she was gone, and I was filled with His voice. The voice that will guide my hand on this page and write the New Testament of Creation.
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Even now, I can feel his words inside me, washing away the sin that once cluttered my mind.
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My whole life's work has been for this, it must be. The LORD gave me this sight so that I might lead His people to His New Eden. All of the struggle will finally be worth the suffering."
Another theft of a large quantity of livestock feed. A shipment of cattle feed bound for S. Carolina was ransacked last night. Five dockhands are dead, same type of wounds as the ones at the storehouse. Officers responding to the scene did manage to disable one of the fleeing vehicles. The subjects within fled the scene, but the vehicle was recovered and identified as belonging to A. Avakian, a dockhand from Boston whose fingerprints were recognized as also being from the previous scene. Records on file show he has not been employed with the Kervier group for several months.
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During a chase with one of the vehicles, one of the human-like creatures described in the previous incident report leaped from within the trailer onto a pursuing squad car and assaulted the officers within. One officer was killed, the other (the driver) managed to crash the vehicle into a nearby embankment, totaling it. The officer managed to escape, while the creature (which was pinned below the vehicle) perished.
The following excerpt was taken from a journal belonging to SCP-2610-A in collaboration with agents from the UIU.
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The seeding has begun in earnest. Our sister was hesitant, but she too was visited by the Angel of the LORD but a week past, and her eyes were opened and her womb was made ready for the Colony of New Eden. She now awaits us every night, prepared to receive the Seed.
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The tears of my sin that the Angel drew from within me are miraculous. When served with holy wine to a male host, the seed of that host plants itself within the womb with such tenacity. Then, the offspring grows within the host with a great speed, while the mother is nourished only by the power of God and his agents here on Earth. And what virile children are born from this union! Ready themselves to give and receive the Seed, in their own station. The tears follow through the generations, and each gestation is as swift and fruitious as the last.
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My sister, the Whore of His Deliverance, has already produced for me a son. I have named him Ezekial, and he will be the champion of our New World.
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Even now, I can hear my Brother delivering upon her as well. The Colony grows stronger every day. Soon the Daughters will be strong enough to take Seed of their own, and produce more Children.
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The LORD has spoken to me, and has said "be fruitful and multiply, for the Earth is mine through you." The LORD has prepared my sight to lead our Children, and I will prepare my mind for HIM when he arrives.
On ██/██/1970, after a tip from agents embedded within local utilities companies, Unit Agents moved on the abandoned █████████ Packaging Corp. warehouse. Despite the structure being empty for more than thirty years, it had recently began to draw power from nearby lines. Additionally, an automobile registered to one H. Rutherford, which was confirmed as being sold to one Simeon Avakian five years prior, was seen at the site.
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Agents initially found the warehouse empty, but sounds from below led the group to an operational lift located in the northwest corner of the main level. The agents descended to a third basement level via the lift, and then to another basement level by stairs, before encountering [GRAPHIC DETAILS EXPUNGED].
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Of the thirteen agents who entered the warehouse, only four escaped to a local FBI stronghouse. The details of the incident are described below.
Agent Carter: Fuck the fucking recorder, Marc. Are you calling Central?
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Agent Rico: They're getting them on the line right now, Cooper. We've gotta record this though, so help me here.
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Agent Carter: I already told you, I— (aside) are they on the fucking phone?
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Agent Rico: Cooper!
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Agent Carter: Fine. We got down to the second, third? -whatever, one of the basements at the █████████ place. You could smell it before you heard it, and hear it from a floor or two up. We come around the corner and there are… I don't know, Marc, two hundred? Four? More than I could count quickly.
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Agent Rico: What were they?
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Agent Carter: They weren't fucking people. They— I don't know, they looked like people, but… more like just flesh. Everywhere, just flesh. It was some kind of orgy, they were all fucking each other, and there were eyes and arms and hair and teeth everywhere, places where it shouldn't fucking be, and—
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Agent Rico: Calm down, Cooper, ca—
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Agent Carter: Calm down? They fucking █████ Riley and pulled Yates into a dozen pieces, his arms and… fuck, man. I don't know how I got out of there. Oh god, Nate was screaming the whole time, and they just tore into him and—
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Agent Rico: Did you see any humans in there?
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Agent Carter: Just one guy, but he was doing the same fucking thing.
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Agent Rico: Could you identify this man? (Produces image of SCP-2610-B)
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Agent Carter: That's the— Christ, Rico, that's the fuckin' guy.
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Agent Baxter: Alright, we just got word from Central. We're torching the place.
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At the conclusion of this interview, UIU forces proceeded to launch an attack on the █████████ warehouse. While the structure was completely demolished, no remains were recovered from the debris. Signs of habitation2 confirmed the presence of some kind of activity, but no additional information was recovered from the site.
The following excerpt was taken from a journal belonging to SCP-2610-A in collaboration with agents from the UIU.
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The Colony grows.
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My sister, the Whore, has given birth to so many of our holy children. Even now, she lays in ecstasy at the thought of serving the LORD. Her daughters have become the vessels for the Seed of her sons, and their daughters and their sons. The work continues.
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However, my youngest brother has resisted the call of our LORD, and even now attempts to conspire against us. I am so disappointed. I had hoped he would move on past his initial reluctance, as he seemed so eager to serve when he first delivered his Seed. He is the closest blood with the Whore of His Deliverance, and their bond should be the strongest, and yet now he speaks of morality and sin. What sin is there in the service of the LORD?
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It is of no consequence. I was visited by the Angel again last night, and as she took me once more she spoke to me the desires of our GOD. For our Colony to spread across the world and bring GOD closer to us, the LORD desires the sacrifice of one of us Firstborn. The Angel spoke and forbade the desecration of myself the Godhead, my brother the Sower, and my sister the Whore. All that remains is the younger. His blood will fertilize the fields of our covenant. His meat shall satisfy the children.
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I will enter the mind of Ezekial tonight and take my brother one last time, in service to our LORD. Then I will feed him to our Children.
On November 14th, 1971, Bureau agents received word that a cross-country locomotive carrying animal feed had been attacked and overwhelmed, and that the assailants had boarded the train and were en route to the west coast. Agents across the country were mobilized to stop the train's progress.
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Early attempts on the east coast did little to slow the advance, as any organized group drawing within 100 yards of the locomotive were quickly overtaken by hordes of SCP-2610-E instances emerging from the cars. Attempts were made to halt the vehicle using explosives, but were similarly fruitless, as SCP-2610-E instances would quickly throw their bodies on top of any incendiary placed on the track.
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While additional attempts were being made to slow the first train, Central confirmed reports of two more trains, similarly bound for the west coast, both of which had also been hijacked. One of these trains was only reported after it had come to a stop to take on additional fuel near the town of █████████████, Pennsylvania. Reportedly, "over one-thousand" of the humanoid creatures descended on a local high school football game to [GRAPHIC DETAILS EXPUNGED]. Casualties reached ███ within the hour.
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When it became clear that the situation was getting out of hand, UIU Central contacted agents at the SCP Foundation in an attempt to reinforce the already hamstrung UIU forces. Local military units were likewise activated and dispatched towards the paths of the oncoming Colony trains.
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Aftermath of Foundation involvement in UIU Tango-Tango
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Foundation personnel moved quickly to the town of █████████, Kentucky, where a fourth train would be passing through. Utilizing technology gathered from [REDACTED] disabling the entities ability to communicate with Simeon Avakian. The ensuing panic resulted in the entities losing control of the locomotive and crashing near a train yard. Unable to fight back or defend themselves, the entities were dispatched by Foundation incendiary teams.
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Over the next day, UIU and SCP teams continued to try and halt the advance of the remaining locomotives with minimum civilian casualties, all with little success. On November 16th, all remaining trains (six in total) reached the naval port at Long Beach, CA, and quickly overwhelmed the assembled UIU and Foundation personnel waiting there. The entities3 then boarded three waiting oil tanker ships. Against an oncoming storm, the three vessels turned west and set sail.
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The vessels were pursued by US Coast Guard ships until the storm was deemed too dangerous to pursue in. As part of a last-ditch effort to stop the advance of the Colony westward, UIU Central requested US Navy F-14 jets to be scrambled and eliminate the ships. At 2028 hours PST, USN pilots confirmed hits on all three vessels.
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Aftermath and Final Report: In the aftermath of Incident Tango-Tango, the bodies of no fewer than 1200 humanoid entities were pulled from the sea and incinerated. The rest were presumed neutralized, and later submersible examination confirmed the deaths of the remaining entities. However, despite thorough efforts to locate them, neither Simeon, Armond, or Yvette Avakian were ever found in the wreckage.
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On July 15th, 1979, a request was made to close the case of UIU-15511: "The Colony".
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On July 19th, 1979, a request to close the case of UIU-15511: "The Colony" was denied.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2719 should be kept inside.
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Description: SCP-2719 is a variable abstract-metaphysical construct pointer. Concepts acted upon by SCP-2719 will either go or become inside. Further information on SCP-2719 should not be provided to personnel who are both sapient and biological.
+Experimental Data:
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Pointer
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Outcome
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2008 Opel Astra
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Was inside.
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D-5789
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Went inside.
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D-5794
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Went inside.
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D-5796
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Became inside.
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D-5802
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Went inside. Inside distressed.
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Containment Unit 2719-A
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Went inside. Inside dies.
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Containment Unit 2719-B
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Went inside.
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Containment Unit 2719-C
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Became inside.
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D-5803
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Went inside.
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D-5805
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Went inside.
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D-5812
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Went inside.
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D-5813
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Became inside.
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Containment Unit 2719-B
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Became inside.
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Uleåborg, Finland
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Became inside.
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Population of Uleåborg
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Went inside. Successful use as evacuation procedure.
ACT ONE, SCENE ONE, The Empty Cell.
+Curtain opens, the stage is dressed as a standard humanoid containment chamber, with amenities befitting such a place. On a bed at center stage sits our hero, SIR RICHARD GLOSTER, sitting forlornly and addressing the audience:
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GLOSTER: Here again I sit, here again you read.
+As long as you read, I’ll sit, but longer
+than that I cannot stand, nor indeed can
+I sit. For you see, kind reader, that one
+cannot sit, or stand for that matter, if
+one cannot be. And so one, this one, in
+particular, cannot be if one is
+not read. My life is bound to this page here,
+I am not so much blood and bone and flesh
+as I am ink, and paper, and story.
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He turns, now speaking to himself more than the audience.
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It was not always so. No, once I was
+mortal. A playwright, even! Though not a
+very good one, I’m afraid. “So clumsy!
+So dreadfully long winded! So pompous!”
+None of my work was ever desired,
+none of it lasted longer than a week!
+Dozens of plays I published, and not one
+single word was remembered longer than
+a single pitiful fleeting fortnight.
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One night I could not take it any more.
+My razor I from my dresser grabbèd,
+and opened my left wrist, with my closed right,
+that writing right which now wrote “FIN” in great
+red letters, upon my walls and clothing.
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I prayed, to every god and spirit
+and being I knew. I prayed that I be
+forgotten, purgèd from the whole wide world.
+That if ever again my name be heard,
+it be as the author of some great art,
+immortalized by my work, found sadly
+after my departure from this cruel coil.
+In hindsight perhaps I should have chosen
+my words more carefully, or perhaps not
+have said any at all, said not a word.
+Or indeed, should not have written any.
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He turns back to the crowd, speaking clearly to the audience.
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And so here I am. The cell you’ve put me
+in sits empty, aside from this lone tome.
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He gestures to a bookcase, containing a single volume.
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This is my life and times, the tragedy
+of me. All that I am and ere shall be,
+all my self contained within these pages.
+I do not breathe, yet you convince yourselves
+I speak to you. I cannot move, save for
+as describèd in stage direction, yet
+you are determinèd to transport me
+and address me as if I stand in front
+of you. Even as you try to catalogue
+me as a specimen or experiment,
+you cannot help but write poems
+and flowery prose where you mean to scribe
+cold, unfeeling fact. My words flow and change
+through each reader, but my existence holds
+static. Cold and cruel. All my world's a stage.
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Fade to black.
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ACT ONE, SCENE TWO, Interview
+Lights come up on an interview room. On one side of the table sits GLOSTER, opposite him sits SENIOR RESEARCHER MARLOWE:
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MARLOWE: Good afternoon, Richard.
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GLOSTER: Good morrow, good Doctor. What brings you here?
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MARLOWE: I have a few more questions for you, if you don’t mind.
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GLOSTER: But of course! Though I find minding is not
+done by one whom in mind can only be.
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MARLOWE: Excuse me?
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GLOSTER: Nothing, Doctor. Carry on, if you will.
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MARLOWE: Right. As you know, we’re still puzzled as to where you’ve come from. Or when. As far as we can tell, you just turned up in one of our libraries a few weeks ago. Even more puzzling is your demeanor. You act and dress like a 16th-century nobleman, but your vocabulary is decidedly modern, albeit with a faux-Elizabethan affectation, and your dental work can’t possibly have been done earlier than 1970. Where are you from? A straight answer this time, please.
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GLOSTER: Well how can I answer such a question!
+Was I born at the time and place of Sir
+Richard Gloster? Or minutes ago at
+your desk as you began transcribing this
+exchange? Or was I born here and now, at
+your screen, as you now read this document?
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MARLOWE: What? Who are you taking to? I don’t understand.
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GLOSTER: Nor will you ever, I’m afraid. Art cannot
+possibly be apprehended by
+those who are not artists. Close the book, good
+Doctor. Forget me for the time being.
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MARLOWE begins to ask further questions, and GLOSTER answers, but the pair cannot be heard by the audience. The two continue the interview as the lights begin slowly dimming. Just before the stage is totally dark, GLOSTER faces the audience and bows slightly
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EPILOGUE, O5 Soliloquy
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A new character, O5-8 walks into spotlight and addresses the audience
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O5-8: If you are seeing this, then you may be beginning to grasp the nature of SCP-2763. At the moment, we're not sure how much control the entity has over what events are depicted in copies of A Play Written, but the text is clearly altered to reflect recent events, as evidenced by the fact that newer transcriptions are instead titled The Tragedy of SCP-2763, A Modern Euclid Tale. At the moment, the O5 council has determined that all written record of SCP-2763 be sealed, and all copies of A Play Written in Foundation custody be stored in the Restricted Printed Memetics Library of Site-63.
+But bear it to that chamber; there he'll lie
+in that far archive shall Sir Richard die.
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He smirks to himself as the stage goes black. Curtain close.
Special Containment Procedures:
+SCP-3107 is to be contained in Sealed Containment Locker #122. Access to SCP-3107 is prohibited by order of Site-19 Administration. Individuals erroneously requesting access to SCP-3107 must submit to a mandatory psychological evaluation. Possible instances of SCP-3107-A are to be reclassified as Class-E personnel and detained.
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Electronic documentation regarding SCP-3107 and SCP-3107-A is considered non-anomalous. The full transcript is to be housed in a Site-19's Electronic Storage Unit, on rack 532-B.
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Description:
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AN EXCEPTION HAS OCCURED!
+ERR.MSG: Query on column S19.SCP.3107.DESC Exceeds maximum allowable data. Please alter search parameters.
Overview
+SCP-3107 is an anomalous spherical construct measuring 20.32456 cm in diameter with a .000001cm margin of error. This error in measurement is a result of the 21,493 individual scratches on the surface of SCP-3107. See Note N-3107-460 for full documentation on the length, width and depth of each individual scratch on SCP-3107. SCP-3107 weighs an estimated 11305.55503 grams. This differs from the calculated weight of a non-anomalous, solid aluminum sphere of the same size by 559.373 grams, suggesting that SCP-3107 is hollow. See Note-392-A for full documentation on estimations of SCP-3107's interior cavity.
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In certain conditions, SCP-3107 emits acoustic noises similar to that of chime. The noise is played in C-Major at 63.3445433db with an average variation of .003456612db across all 340,512 recorded occurancess of this anomaly. See Note N-3107-341 for full documentation on individual noises emitted from SCP-3107. This noise played in response to certain stimuli.
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For full documentation on instances of SCP-3107-A, see Notes N-3107-A-1 for an overview and Notes N-3107-A-2 through N-3107-A-10457 for detailed errata regarding SCP-3107-A.
Recovery:
+SCP-3107 was uncovered by the Foundation packaged in a yellow box labeled "Dr. Wondertainment's Wonderball!" Notably, the packaging lacked the franchise's usual disclaimers and advertising. Due to the lack of [DATA EXPUNGED], it was later discovered that the box was a fake; SCP-3107 holds no relation to Dr. Wondertainment Incorporated. Research is ongoing to determine if the intent of the fabrication was to deliberately have SCP-3107 placed in Foundation custody.
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Testing Log
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A Foreword:
+Most of the recordings on file have been redacted for brevity. We don't need a thousand records of useless errata clogging our terminals. Department staff are already complaining that they're unable to view the object's description properly. The full documentation can be found in the ESU.
+Doctor Kiebler, Head of Anomalous Objects at Site-19
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Test 1 —12/5/1999
+Subject: D-3107-1
+Research Director: Dr. Winslow
+Procedure: D-3107-1 is to interact with SCP-3107 to determine its function.
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Subject was asked to enter the containment area and remove SCP-3107 from its packaging. D-3107-1 expresses hesitation.
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Dr Winslow: Keep going, Ms. [REDACTED].
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D-3107-1 removes SCP-3107-1 from its packaging. Two audible chimes are heard.
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Dr Winslow: …Do you feel anything unusual?
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D-3107-1: No- Wait, am I supposed to!? Oh god, is this going to kill me?
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Dr Winslow: Not as such, [REDACTED], no. Continue interacting with the sphere; please mention if you feel anything unusual.
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Subject begins turning the SCP-3107 over in their hand. After three rotations, the SCP-3107 produces two audible chimes.
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Dr. Winslow: Curious. Could you do that again, please?
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Subject repeats the action. After three rotations, the SCP-3107 produces one audible chime.
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Dr. Winslow: Anything?
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D-3107-1: Nothing, no.
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Subject performs various interactions with SCP-3107. It is demonstrated that several interactions with SCP-3107 cause it to produce two chimes. Upon the repetition these actions, SCP-3107 only produces one chime.
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D-3107-1: Does… Does this thing just ring? Nothing else?
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Dr. Winslow: It appears so. It shouldn't, mind. However, I suppose even Dr. Wondertainment can create a dud. We'll have to perform more tests to make sure, of course. Martha, schedule another test for tomorrow. That will be all for today, Ms. [REDACTED].
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Note: After the test, Dr. Winslow was warned for referring to D-3107-1 by their last name. Foundation personnel should be reminded that unnecessary socialization with D-Class personnel is discouraged.
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Test 6 —12/5/1999
+Subject: Dr. Winslow
+Research Director: Dr. Winslow
+Procedure: Disregarding fellow staff members, Dr. Winslow climbed into the containment area to test SCP-3107 personally.
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Immediately, an alarm sounds, indicating a containment breach.
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Dr. Winslow: Oh, turn those off, I'm not doing anything dangerous.
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The alarm turns off, followed by an automated request for all personnel to leave the testing area.
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Dr. Winslow: Martha, Martha. Relax. The ball does not even do anything. I'm just here to make sure.
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There is a brief crackling as Assistant Researcher Martha Clayton locates the microphone.
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Researcher Clayton: Damn it, there are protocols for a reason, Doctor! If you have to perform a test, bring in D-3107-1.
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Dr. Winslow: That number is quite the mouthful, you know.
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Researcher Clayton: Excuse me?
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Disregarding the intercom, Subject begins removing SCP-3107 from its packaging. It produces a single chime.
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Dr. Winslow: Regardless. Ms. J- er, D-3107-1 is cleaning the labs today. I don't have time to wait and I'm not too keen on this whole 'use D-Class as fodder' business. That is another matter, though.
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Dr. Winslow: Besides, 3107 has shown to be perfectly-
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Subject slips, causing 3107 to propel towards the window. It collides with the glass.
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After five seconds of silence, two chimes are heard. Subject stands, looking pleased.
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Dr. Winslow: See? Perfectly safe. I wonder if we should stress-test this.
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Notes: Due to the results of this test, Doctor Winslow has formally classified SCP-3107 as Safe, and requested grant money to perform further research. In the request, Dr. Winslow cited an opportunity to further understand Wondertainment SCPs as a whole via a nonlethal example of their work. At this stage, Assistant Researcher Clayton requested reassignment.
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Test 107 —1/13/2000
+Subject: D-3107-1
+Research Director: Dr. Winslow
+Procedure: Subject is to interact with SCP-3107 to uncover additional stimuli that produce Chimes.
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Dr. Winslow: You should know the routine by now. Normally I'd do this myself, but we're down a researcher. Go ahead.
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Subject begins to interact with SCP-3107-1. As seen previously, SCP-3107 produces two-chimes in response to the first instance of certain combinations of actions, suggesting that a chain of chimes is possible.
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D-3107-1: It's not that I'm ungrateful for the <pauses to breathe> nonlethal assignment, but Doctor, why are we doing all this again?
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Dr. Winslow: Why, for science, of course. What other reason should there be?
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D-3107-1: Right, then.
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Subject continues to interact with SCP-3107. Object chimes singularly multiple times during this process. While tossing the SCP-3107 aloft, the anomalous object accidentally collides with the subject's head.
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D-3107-1: Fuck!
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After five seconds, two Chimes are emitted from SCP-3107.
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Dr. Winslow: Hunh.
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D-3107-1: …What is it, Doctor?
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D-3107-1: …Doctor?
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Dr. Winslow: Hm? Oh! Nothing, nothing. That will be all for today. You may return to your quarters, D-3107-1.
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Test 108 —1/14/2000
+Subject: D-3107-1
+Research Director: Dr. Winslow
+Procedure: Subject is to encounter repeated, damaging collisions with SCP-3107.
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Dr. Winslow enters the testing chamber with SCP-3107. Subject begins pleading through their cloth gag.
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Dr. Winslow: Here we are again. I think we're finally on the verge of something interesting. Speaking of which, it is good to have you back, Ms. Clayton. It's so much easier to get work done with two people.
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Researcher Clayton: Good to be back, sir. I don't think you could keep me away at this point. Shall we get on with the test? I'm excited to see the results.
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Dr. Winslow: Of course, of course. What was I thinking? Are you ready, D-3107-1?
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Subject continues pleading; their restraints prove effective.
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Dr. Winslow: That's the spirit.
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Dr. Winslow begins administering the test to the subject. Two chimes are emitted for the first blow to Subject's head, though it only produces one chime for blows of increasing force. Two chimes are produced as one of the Subject's teeth becomes dislodged.
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Dr. Winslow: See? Progress. I think we've finally branched into new territory with chime interactions.
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Researcher Clayton: I agree, though we should conclude the test here; we aren't likely to receive another D-Class personnel with our current conduct.
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Dr. Winslow: Oh, I suppose you are correct. Very well. We can continue this tomorrow. Have a good evening, D-3107-1. We have an exciting day tomorrow.
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Test 1520 —3/20/2001
+Subject: D-3107-1
+Research Director: Dr. Winslow
+Procedure: Subject is to have SCP-3107 surgically inserted inside them, then rotated three times clockwise.
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The Procedure is administered. Two chimes are produced as SCP-3107 is inserted. Two further chimes are produced as the object is rotated.
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Dr. Winslow: Well I'll be; you were right. Let the records show that chime-producing actions can indeed be strung together while inside a corpse.
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Researcher Clayton: I suspected as much. Perhaps-
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Researcher Clayton: Oh my god.
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Dr. Winslow: Did we get that on tape!? Three chimes! I can't believe it!
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Note: This was the first, and only recorded instance of SCP-3107 producing three chimes.
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Note from Dr. Roscranz: Several days after this test, SCP-3107 was reclassified as Euclid. Site-19 administration was made aware of erratic behavior in researchers studying SCP-3107, following reports of "the horrifying stench of rotting flesh." Upon investigation, the remains of D-3107-1 were recovered. All researchers studying SCP-3107 were reclassified as SCP-3107-A and administered psychological treatment. Amnestics have proven incapable of lifting the cognitohazardous properties of SCP-3107.
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I was a good friend of 3107-A-1, back when we still called him Dr. Winslow. Knowing the difference between what he was and what he is now, I felt it necessary to add something here. There is a literal mountain of data on 3107, but this is the important bit:
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All things said and done, 3107 is almost entirely harmless. However, the Foundation is perhaps the worst place it could have ended up. Even in basic training, Researchers here are ingrained with a deep, driving need to discover. It isn't supposed to be a bad thing! That willpower is how we're able to ID impossible goddamn things like anti-memes or anti-concepts. After spending two months splitting my brain to remember "everything besides what 055 is not", I should know this better than anyone.
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With 3107, that persistence becomes our Achilles heel. It feeds on curiosity. It encourages our interest, then corrupts it. I know our Site Director will reprimand me for encouraging actions counter to standard procedure, but if we had just left 3107 in the box we found it in, none of this would have happened. Even after we started testing, James Winslow could have simply stated 3107 was a pointless ringing ball and thrown it in a containment locker. It would have never been touched again. Instead, this happened.
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So let this be a warning to you: Not everything in the Foundation has to be documented. We're not here to write books on the unknown or poke apocalypse monsters with a stick. We're here to Secure, Contain and Protect. Don't forget that.
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Doctor Roscranz, Research Director #2 assigned to SCP-3107
In accordance with O5-Order 15128 the contents of this file are restricted to personnel who have obtained WK-11/5340 authorization. Attempted infractions will result in disciplinary action, including but not necessarily limited to: demotion, mandatory-duty transfers, partial/total CQT isolation, and/or termination.
Special Containment Procedures: Containment procedures for SCP-3201 are limited primarily to disinformation protocols surrounding SCP-3201, exchanges and agreements with SCP-3201, and communications with SCP-3201.
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Foundation assets are to maintain a continual presence within media and meteorological organizations listed in Document Q5/903. SCP-3201 instances are to be referred to as "ball lightning" or variations thereof, depending on the nature of the incident. Standard Class-A amnestics are to be administered aerially to populations situated within 1.5km of the location of the appearance of an SCP-3201 instance with discretion based upon flight path and diameter (see Document AW/N3-K1).
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Residents of Logashkino, Sakha, were forcefully vacated in 1984 by GRU-P officials after regular reports of SCP-3201 instances (2008)
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Exchanges, bartering, and trade agreements with SCP-3201 must be conducted by personnel familiar with Collingua, the constructed interlingua used for communication between humans and SCP-3201 instances. Researchers are required to study records of the 1983 Archivist-Foundation Accords as a basis for conduct in negotiating future agreements. Negotiators are advised to familiarize themselves with the aesthetic preferences of particular SCP-3201 instances. Keter-class anomalous objects must not be used for bartering purposes.
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Routes to Logashkino, located in Sakha, Russian Federation, must be restricted to Foundation personnel. Satellite imagery, property records, and all forms of print and digital media are to suggest that Logashkino was formerly a trading post, but has been completely uninhabited since 1998 with the exception of outposts by Russian logging and mineral corporations. Twenty permanent personnel are to remain on site at all times for maintenance.
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A 1967 preliminary document, first illustrated documentation of SCP-3201
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Description: SCP-3201 is the collective designation for a class of sentient, mobile hyperdimensional entities, appearing as luminous spheres with variations in colour and diameter. SCP-3201 instances identify themselves as "Archivists" to Foundation personnel, and are usually identified as ball lightning in the wider scientific community.
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SCP-3201 instances were first brought to the attention of the Foundation as potential anomalies after several aerial sightings of "kraut fireballs" or "foo-fighters" over Germany in November 1944, described as "resembling Christmas tree lights, usually non-hostile and unable to be outmaneuvered".
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Initially classified as naturally-occurring electromagnetic phenomena, an SCP-3201 instance was reported once again by MTF Chi-3 ("Exorcists") in 1959 as a central figure of worship within an anomalous Melanesian cargo-cult community — stones, shells, gems and animal bones chiselled into polyhedral shapes, would be ritualistically offered to the instance, in exchange for which the instance would provide crates of canned foods and various Western manufactured goods from nearby parallel universes (see Addendum AJ/151).
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In 1968, it was ascertained that eigenstations, originally constructed by the Foundation to meet increasing energy requirements for dimensional containment operations in Site-62, acted as "attractants" for SCP-3201 instances. Repeated contact between SCP-3201 instances and Site-62 researchers enabled the analysis and translation of symbols used by SCP-3201, which enable topologically and mathematically precise communication. SCP-3201 instances were capable of transferring knowledge of this constructed language between themselves.
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Example of items collected by SCP-3201-25 (1985)
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By order, the first eight SCP-3201 instances expressed the desire to collect "ideal versions" of the following items:
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Platonic solids (tetrahedra, cubes, octahedra, dodecahedra, or icosahedra) ranging between 5cm and 30cm in width. Preference for smoothness.
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Dark green Wellington boots. Preferences unknown.
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Turtles resembling Clemmys guttata. Preference for specific spot patterns, weight between 100g-130g.
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Seeds of unclassified organism. SCP-3201-5 provided examples of said seeds, which were transported to Site-103, and cultivated in a high-moisture, carbon-dioxide-rich environment. Seeds germinated into a vine-like plant containing pockets of methanous hydrogen gas. After eighteen days, the plant appeared to detach itself, developed into a free-standing floating structure in the center of the greenhouse, and continually dispersed seeds onto the ground before incinerating itself two days later.
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Denominations of currency bearing the number '5'. Preference towards warmer colours. (?)
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WWII-era foxhole crystal radio receivers. Preference towards functional receivers.
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Unknown object class. Described as spherical in shape, metallic in composition, covered in elongated spindles, and approximately two metres in diameter - apparently extant in nearby universes. SCP-3201-8 provided researchers with an example of the object, which appears to be neutrally buoyant, and emits electromagnetic radiation in structured pulses at 528 Hz. Air temperatures within 1.5km of the object decreased by 8 degrees Celsius over the course of three hours over the duration of testing. Function unknown, researchers were requested by SCP-3201-8 to manufacture more. Request was denied.
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Observations and testimony collected from May 21 Guangzhou factory incident
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Incident occurred in Liwan Ceramics Co. Ltd. a ceramics manufacturing factory in Liwan, Guangzhou.
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Incident occurred from 11:33 to 3:08 (May 21, 1983).
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At 11:33, a slightly-indistinct "sphere of light" was observed in the workshop, hovering in the air, approximately three metres off the floor, with no visible supports. Over the next minute, the sphere of light grew and became more distinct. The sphere was orange/red tinted (twelve report orange, eight report red, fourteen are unsure). The sphere measured 3.5 metres in diameter at its maximum. The sphere had the luminescence of an ordinary light-bulb, and was not extremely bright, nor did it radiate heat. ██ states that, nevertheless, the air surrounding the sphere distinctly rippled in a manner suggestive of a heat wave. This was confirmed by nineteen other witnesses.
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At approximately 1:00, the sphere appeared to lightly burn several seemingly-handwritten Traditional characters onto a wall. These were: 貿 ("commerce, trade, barter"), 有 ("1. to have, 2. to exist"), 罐 ("jar"), 要 ("1. to demand, 2. to want"), 愿 ("1. honest, sincere, 2. wish, hope"), 錢 ("money"), and 金 ("1. copper, 2. gold").
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After fully reappearing, the sphere circled over the workers for three minutes while "showering" them with approximately 600 kg of currency in the form of the renminbi, pristine Imperial-era copper coins, silver coinage, and various unidentifiable forms of currency (most notably banknotes featuring both Chinese and French with a silhouette of the current borders of the People's Republic of China in addition to Mongolia and the northern portion of Vietnam). Over the next three minutes, the sphere deposited approximately 1900 kg of molecularly-pure gold in long, cylindrical bars measuring 0.38 metres in diameter onto the factory floor. Objects were confiscated.
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Researcher Nouell Bourland (10291) has recently joined Site-62, with L2340 access permissions.
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Researcher ███ K█████ (████) has been promoted to Head Researcher. Efforts to retrieve former Head Researcher G███ █████ from SCP-███, located on the lunar surface, are still ongoing. Communication with the American space program for hastened retrieval is suggested.
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Project Ambriel, more informally known as the "Eigenstation Project", was successfully completed this month, and has begun operation. Eigenstations operate through the Gillenstrap-Hume Dispersal Principle – Kosen cyclers are used to create extremely rapid fluctuations of Hume concentrations within areas of space approx. 3.5nm2, resulting in "ripples" within causal reality, which are easily harvested. Appears to be manifesting "ball lightning" or "foo fighter" entities, we are uncertain as to whether this is a psychological effect or a physical phenomenon.
THE ULTIMATE FATE OF THE UNIVERSE: A SHORT GUIDE FOR FOUNDATION PERSONNEL
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CHAPTER THREE – THE HEAT DEATH
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The idea of the heat-death fascinated and frightened cultures and civilizations for millennia, before it was given a basis in scientific fact.
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In the twenty-thousand-year-old mythology of the Oplachuyayan tribe of SCP-███, was the balanced triality of the three primal gods. The Oplachuyayans believed that since their progeny, Chaos and Order had fought battle upon battle with one another, and although immortal, would grow steadily weaker as time passed. In Oplachuyayan storytelling, it was said that in 10100 years, Chaos and Order would have their last battle, after which their third brother, Silence, would come to rule over the universe.
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Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-3342 are to be contained at Site-103 in a greenhouse for cultivation and study. The greenhouse measures 10 m x 25 m x 3 m and is reserved for the cultivation and study of SCP-3342 only. Potato crops from Blackfoot, Idaho are to undergo monthly assessment by Foundation personnel, under the assumed identity of state agents (i.e. FDA) or university researchers. Any potato crops showing signs of black flowers shall be seized and contained by MTF Theta-4 ("Gardeners"). All instances of SCP-3342 are to be relocated to Site-103 for containment. In the event of a containment breach, Class B Amnestics will be administered to all witnesses, and all samples of SCP-3342 should be collected by MTF Theta-4 for transport to Site-103.
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Description: SCP-3342 is a potato plant grown from the perennial nightshade Solanum tuberosum, which only manifests in the vicinity of Blackfoot, Idaho.1 The anomalous properties of instances of SCP-3342 become apparent when they are prepared for consumption.2 All prepared instances of SCP-3342, regardless of the method of preparation, alter their physical appearance, function, and composition into that of human organs.
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SCP-3342 grows approximately 60 cm high, with the leaves dying back after flowering, fruiting and tuber formation. Unlike other varieties of Solanum tuberosum, which bear flowers of multiple colors, SCP-3342 exclusively bears black flowers with red stamen.
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All known instances of SCP-3342 have manifested after being grown from seed potatoes of other cultivars. No known "original" seed potato or cultivar of SCP-3342 has been discovered as of yet; it seemingly manifests at random. SCP-3342 may be, however, propagated by vegetative cuttings (cloning) of itself.
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The first known instance of SCP-3342 was referred to the Foundation by Professor ███████ of the University of Idaho College of Agricultural and Life Sciences.
Experiment 3342-1
+Date: 05/25/18
+Subject: One large SCP-3342 tuber
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Method of Preparation: Baked
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Results: A human skull and lower jawbone. Researcher's note: Even though the potato was smaller than a human skull, it was the size of a normal adult human skull upon its finishing.
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Experiment 3342-2
+Date: 05/27/18
+Subject: 10 large SCP-3342 tubers
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Method of Preparation: French-fried
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Results: Human finger bones, including the metacarpal, proximal phalanges, intermediate phalanges, and distal phalanges.
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Experiment 3342-3
+Date: 05/29/18
+Subject: 5 medium SCP-3342 tubers
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Method of Preparation: Mashed
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Results: While still in the pot, the potatoes appeared as a mass of tangled entrails. The resultant mashed potatoes took on the appearance of a human liver upon plating. Dissection of the liver showed it to be a normal and healthy liver, free of defect.
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Experiment 3342-4
+Date: 06/01/18
+Subject: 10 medium "new" SCP-3342 tubers
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Method of Preparation: Boiled
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Results: Kidneys. Dissection of these kidneys showed them to be normal and healthy. Researcher's note: Two things- can we choose which organ we want to produce, and would these organs be viable to transplant into human subjects? Imagine the possibilities of a world wherein no donor list was needed.
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Experiment 3342-5
+Date: 06/04/18
+Subject: 1 large SCP-3342 tuber, carved into the shape of a human heart.
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Method of Preparation: Baked
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Results: One human heart. Dissection reveals it is healthy and in the opinion of Dr. McClendon, appears to be freshly removed from a person in perfect health.
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Experiment 3342-6
+Date: 06/06/18
+Subject: 5 large SCP-3342 tubers, each carved into the shape of a different organ- one heart, one left lung, one pancreas, one eyeball, one section of small intestine.
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Method of Preparation: Baked
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Results: Each potato became the organ it was carved into the shape of. Dr. Connors, Dr. McClendon, Dr. Hardin, and Dr. Prime oversaw and assisted the dissection of each organ. All were observed to be an excellent specimen of each respective organ. Furthermore, it is the opinion of medical staff that, if handled properly, each organ appeared to be suitably viable for transplant.
Title of Project: Viability of human organ transplants of SCP-3342
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Background
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+As of 12/28/18, 214,823 people in the United States alone currently need a lifesaving organ transplant (total waiting list candidates). Of those, 74,898 people are active waiting list candidates. 11,491 transplants have been successfully performed this year, from a total of 5,536 organ donors. The vast majority of these organ donors are deceased. Even a casual examination of these numbers reveals a staggering shortage of viable organs available for transplant.
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Furthermore, even if kept chilled in preservation solution, donated organs can only remain viable for transplantation for a short time, although it is best if they are transplanted as quickly as possible after the donation surgery. Typical storage times are 30 hours or less for a kidney, less than 12 hours for a pancreas or liver, and less than 6 hours for a heart or lungs. These times vary because of the relative speed at which deterioration begins in the organs' tissues.
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Our experimentation with SCP-3342 has shown that, with adequate preparation, we can create human organs that project staff unanimously agree would be viable for transplant. The organs created are blood-type neutral, removing the burden of finding a matching donor for transplant centers around the world. Furthermore, these organs would able be given to a waiting list candidate within minutes of creation, with minimal equipment necessary.
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Experimental Procedures
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+We would like to assess the viability of using prepared organs created from SCP-3342 as a source of transplant organs for patients suffering from terminal conditions which may be alleviated via organ transplant.
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+I will be working directly with my Site Director, Dr. ███████, and Doctors McClendon, Prime, and Hardin will be joining the research team indefinitely to complete this project. We will utilize D-Class personnel that have been independently diagnosed with medical conditions requiring organ transplantation as a treatment method.
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Final Presentation
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+The final format of my independent study project will be a written report. It will
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Post-Operative Report: Patient identified as D-5150, a 36-year old caucasian male with diagnosed cardiomyopathy. Chosen for Project Tinman 2/24/19. Patient advised of procedure and the status to the clinical trial involving lab-grown heart, but not advised of the true nature of SCP-3342.
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Organ procurement and preservation was achieved by [DATA REDACTED]. Transplantation was performed orthotopically by Dr. McClendon and Dr. Hardin, using the biatrial technique. Weaning from CPB was done under monitoring of right and left atrial pressure.
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Immunosuppressive protocol- During a stay in the intensive care unit, the recipient received 4 × 250 mg/day intravenous methylprednisolone for 3 days. Oral steroid dosage was tapered gradually within 2–3 weeks. Cyclosporine A was continued intravenously, and then orally with the dosage depending on its level in blood, measured directly after transplantation and twice a day for the following course. Long-term immunosuppressive therapy consisted of cyclosporine A (6 mg/kg/day) and azathioprine (2 mg/kg/day).
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Dr. McClendon, Senior Medical Staff
+Project Tinman
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+Name: Samuel Allen Dierks
+Serial: D-5150
+Incarceration Date: 03/23/2004
+Induction Date: 02/12/2019
+Record: [EXPUNGED]
+Release Date: 08/05/19
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Notes: As agreed to upon acquiring D-Class status, D-5150 has been hereby pardoned by the Governor of the State of [REDACTED] and is to be released into the custody of his family, with the following stipulations:
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A 10-year mandatory period of rehabilitative parole, as mandated by the laws and regulations of the state of [REDACTED];
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A yearly examination by Foundation Medical staff, and;
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Upon death, the cadaver of D-5150 is to be donated to the Foundation for post-mortem examination.
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THEREFORE, in agreeance with the terms laid out herein, and with the agreeance of all parties involved, D-5150 is hereby freed, effective as above.
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+Congratulations, Mr. Dierks, and good luck in your future endeavors.
EXTERNAL EXAMINATION: The autopsy is begun at 1:30 P.M. on May 02/21/2024. The body is presented in a black body bag. The subject is wearing a white sleeveless shirt and navy blue sweatpants.
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The body is that of a normally developed white male measuring 183 cm and weighing 102 kg, and appearing generally consistent with the stated age of 41 years. The body is cold and unembalmed. Lividity is fixed in the distal portions of the limbs.
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Discovered sprouted from all visible orifices of the body, and also from the skin itself, are a number of plant-like protrusions, averaging 26 cm in length, that terminate in black, five-petaled flowers with red stamen. The origin of these is unknown.
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Upon removal of the victim’s clothing, it was found that these plant-like protrusions have sprouted from nearly all hair follicles and orifices of the body.
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56 bullet wounds are found on the the body. They were hard to identify due to the prolific growth of the flowers. Flesh is apposed, not swollen. There is no blood found around or in on the bullet wounds. Normally this would be indicative of a postmortem wounding pattern but due to the nature of the body, this is unclear.
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INTERNAL EXAMINATION: Internal examination defies all current knowledge of human anatomy. After primary Y-incision was made, it has been discovered that the entire cavity had been somehow filled with tumorous growths bearing a strong resemblance to a potato. Further, no organs have been found in their proper places, instead, large masses of these tumors seem to have completely grown through or otherwise displaced the organs entirely. Dissection of these tumors, once excised, revealed that the tumors have the complete appearance of a potato. A biopsy of a number of these tumors has been collected and sent for further testing. A total of [DATA EXPUNGED] of these tumors have been removed from the body. Many of the potatoes have been damaged or completely destroyed by the aforementioned bullet wounds.
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There has been no blood found in the body. The veins and arteries of the body appear more like roots than blood vessels. Water has appeared to take the place of blood in these root-like structures.
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Time of Death: Unable to be determined, as testing via livor mortis and stomach contents is impossible.
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Immediate Cause of Death: Unknown, secondary to multiple gunshot wounds. Exsanguination is impossible due to a complete lack of human blood, and massive organ trauma is impossible due to a complete lack of human organs.
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Remarks: [DATA EXPUNGED]
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System date: 02/22/2024 11:13 AM
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**Restricted- Level 04 or higher authorization required
FOR IMMEDIATE REVIEW - Proposed updated entry - SCP-3342
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Changes highlighted in blue
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Item #: SCP-3342
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Object Class:Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-3342 are to be contained at Site-103 in a greenhouse for further cultivation and study. The secured greenhouse(s) will be 10 m x 25 m x 3 m and reserved for the cultivation and study of SCP-3342 only.Potato crops from Blackfoot, Idaho are to undergo monthy assessment by Foundation personnel, under the assumed identity of state agents (i.e. FDA) or university researchers. Any potato crops showing signs of black flowers shall be seized and contained by MTF Theta-4 ("Gardeners"). All instances of SCP-3342 are to be relocated to Site-103 for containment. In the event of a containment breach, Class B Amnestics will be administered to all witnesses, and all samples of SCP-3342 should be collected by MTF Theta-4 for transport to Site-103. All instances of SCP-3342-1 are to be contained in a standard humanoid containment cell. All known instances of SCP-3342-1, either pre- or post-metamorphosis, are to be immediately brought into containment by the nearest possible MTF by any means necessary. Class-C amnestics and memory reconditioning are to be administered to all witnesses of SCP-3342-1. Project Tinman is to be suspended indefinitely. Class-E amnestics are to be administered to all Foundation personnel involved with Project Tinman, and are to be reassigned following release by medical staff.
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Description: SCP-3342 is a potato plant grown from the perennial nightshade Solanum tuberosum, which only manifests in the vicinity of Blackfoot, Idaho. Preparing the potatoes for consumption is when the anomalous properties of SCP-3342 become apparent. All prepared instances of SCP-3342, regardless of the method of preparation, alter their physical appearance, function and composition into that of human organs.
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SCP-3342 grows approximately 60 cm high, with the leaves dying back after flowering, fruiting and tuber formation. Unlike other varieties of Solanum tuberosum, which bear flowers of multiple colors, SCP-3342 exclusively bears black flowers with red stamen.
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All known instances of SCP-3342 have manifested after being grown from seed potatoes of other cultivars. No known "original" seed potato or cultivar of SCP-3342 has been discovered as of yet; it seemingly manifests at random. SCP-3342 may be, however, propagated by vegetative cuttings (cloning) of itself.
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The first known instance of SCP-3342 was referred to the Foundation by Professor ███████ of the University of Idaho College of Agricultural and Life Sciences.
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SCP-3342-1 is a group of at least [REDACTED] humans who have each undergone an organ transplant using organs provided by Project Tinman. Each instance of SCP-3342-1, at some indeterminate point ranging between 5 to 6 years following their transplant surgery, will experience a sudden and painful metamorphosis. Subjects will begin to sprout leafy flowers identical to those exhibited by SCP-3342. These flowers will sprout from all orifices and hair follicles on the subject, as well as the eye sockets. This process takes between 2 to 4 hours, while the subject remains conscious and in obvious pain. For the next 4 to 6 hours, the major internal organs, excluding bone structure, musculature, and flesh, become displaced by dozens of instances of SCP-3342.
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Within 24 hours of this process, SCP-3342-1 will no longer display any signs of human consciousness. SCP-3342-1 does not respond to any known methods of communication. After this incubation period, SCP-3342-1 will begin walking at an average pace of 1.3 meters per second in a direct line towards Blackfoot, Idaho, walking around objects in its path. Attempts to interfere with the travel of SCP-3342-1 are met with violent resistance.
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SCP-3342-1 is only active during daylight hours. Reasons for this are unknown, but the current hypothesis is that SCP-3342-1 derives its energy via photosynthesis.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-337 is to be kept within a steel-reinforced 0.5 m thick polished cement containment chamber at all times. Chamber walls must be inspected weekly for cracks and re-sealed as needed. Access will only be available via two-stage vaulted steel door system with a seal tolerance not to exceed 100 µm. Antechamber between the doors is to be fitted with multiple remote-operated liquid propellant flamethrowers. Both chambers are to be externally monitored with wireless security cameras. Damage or repositioning of cameras should be reported immediately. A self-contained, water-recycling shower system will be positioned at the far end of the internal chamber. The system’s water supply and filters are to be changed on a monthly basis.
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Personnel assigned to SCP-337 must maintain all head and body hair at no longer than 4 cm, and will submit to regular full-body inspection to ensure compliance. Any personnel entering the chamber must be escorted by two guards armed with portable flamethrowers. Following Incident 337-A, Class D personnel involved in testing must be strapped into a restraining gurney and sedated prior to entry.
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Once per week, one Class D personnel will be stripped of hair measuring longer than 5 cm using the Solomon technique. An attendant must immediately deliver the hair into the chamber and permit the object to "feed". During this time, the attendant will sweep the floor clean of shedding using a standard broom and dustpan; following Incident 337-C, vacuum cleaners are not permitted for use within 15 m of SCP-337 containment unless specifically authorized.
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Description: SCP-337 is a large conglomeration of human hair weighing approximately 60 kg at last measure. The object’s shape and dimensions are tremendously variable. SCP-337 is fully animate, capable of a wide range of locomotion, and can exert force in excess of 18 kN. It also seems to possess some level of sentience, although attempts at communication have thus far met with limited success (see Incident 337-B).
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The object is able to manipulate any hair directly connected to its central mass, with precision down to the individual strand. The method by which SCP-337 mobilizes its components is still under investigation. Analysis of filaments attached to the object has shown them to be identical to regular human hair, and strands that are periodically shed from the object are similarly normal, aside from being drained of pigmentation. Filaments display typical tensile strength and can be easily damaged by fire, blades, or consumer-grade chemical clog remover.
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Although it displays no obvious sensory organs, SCP-337 is highly aware of its surroundings, and may even possess perceptive abilities exceeding those of humans. For the most part, these senses are tuned toward detecting and acquiring its principal form of sustenance: fresh, human hair.
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When a human being with any hair measuring longer than 5 cm comes within approximately 30 m of SCP-337, it enters what could be described as a "predatory" state, rapidly braiding together several dense tendrils of hair in the direction of its prey. The object's range of perception seems to be unhindered by the walls of its containment chamber.
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The object will then close in on its target at great speed, attempting to overtake and envelop it. When successful, SCP-337 restrains the subject's limbs and begins to "harvest" all hair of sufficient length from the body. Hair is painlessly removed from the dermis at the base (root included), and is immediately incorporated into the object’s mass via knotting or weaving. Patterns of bruising, bleeding, and sebaceous eruption on subjects following feedings suggest follicles are partially loosened from the inner sheath prior to extraction. This appears to sometimes accelerate hair regrowth even in regions where it is typically stunted; to date, researchers have failed to replicate this effect artificially.
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While SCP-337 was found in a filthy state at time of recovery (See Addendum), it has since demonstrated a preference for cleanliness. Not long after initial containment, the object managed to escape its temporary enclosure through a narrow (2 cm diameter) wiring duct. It was discovered on site several hours later in the fourth floor women’s washroom, where it emerged from a drain and consumed the hair of two showering researchers. A security team arrived shortly thereafter to find SCP-337 under a running shower tap, lathering itself with shampoo left behind by the women. Once containment was reestablished, SCP-337’s enclosure was fitted with its present bathing accomodations and a supply of hair conditioning product. The object’s rate of shedding has since decreased dramatically.
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Note: SCP-337 may seem to prefer "live feedings", but it will still readily consume hair that has already been removed from a human host, provided the follicle is intact and the root has only been detached for a few minutes. We have established a means of accomplishing this extraction just as effectively, if not as painlessly, as the object's method. To limit risk of cross-contamination, Class D personnel should only be exposed to SCP-337 for approved testing purposes. Requests by personnel to be deliberately exposed for feeding are preemptively denied. –Dr. ████
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Addendum: SCP-337 has demonstrated the ability to grow well beyond its present mass through the accumulation of additional hair. It was discovered in the plumbing system of a large nursing home facility in ████████, Pennsylvania in 19██, after Agent █████ noticed a story entitled “Sewer Snakes” Scalp Senior Citizens in a local newspaper. A team was dispatched to investigate under the guise of a fumigation contracting company. After evacuating residents to another facility, agents cut off all water and sewage lines in the building, monitoring sink and shower drains for any sign of the object.
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When a portion of SCP-337 finally emerged, it attempted to couple with Agent ██████’s cranium, only to be intercepted by his weapon’s bayonet. The tendril immediately retracted into the drain, after which time the object was not sighted again for more than forty-five minutes. Coordinated deployment of chemical clog remover forced the object to exit through pipes in the facility’s basement level utility room, where several agents were on hand to apprehend it with portable flamethrowers. However, the agents were unprepared for the sheer size of the object, which quickly filled the lower level of the building. In the confusion, a sizable portion of SCP-337 was ignited.
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The resulting blaze spread quickly throughout the facility. Most on the upper floors were able to flee the structure before it collapsed, but █ agents did not escape in time. SCP-337 managed to extricate its remaining mass through the building’s ventilation system, shedding burning components as it went. When it finally amassed in the facility’s parking lot, it was estimated to be over ██ m (██ ft) tall. Surviving members of the intervention team converged around the object and successfully corralled it within the lot using flame propellant until support arrived. By the time SCP-337 was contained, it had lost more than 90 percent of its original mass.
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The fire and subsequent destruction of the nursing home was officially blamed on faulty wiring, and damages were settled out of court. Displaced residents were transferred to a Foundation-operated nursing facility, where amnesiacs were administered as required and [DATA EXPUNGED] without incident.
Personnel involved: Dr. █████ Solomon, D-28803
+Date: ██-██-████
+Description:
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10:26 AM: Dr. Solomon and two guards enter antechamber of SCP-337 containment area escorting D-28803 for scheduled testing. D-28803’s hands and ankles are cuffed. He is moderately uncooperative, pleading not to be taken into the chamber. Rumors of a “haircut monster” are widespread among Class D personnel on site.
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10:27 AM: Dr. Solomon assures D-28803 that he is completely safe. She firmly reminds him that his cooperation is beneficial to them both.
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10:29 AM: All personnel enter inner chamber. SCP-337 has already extended several tendrils in direction of D-28803. D-28803 shouts multiple expletives, attempts to move toward exit, is restrained.
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10:30 AM: SCP-337 closes in on D-28803. D-28803 produces a small pair of shears that had previously been hidden in his waistband. D-28803, still cuffed, wrests free from guards and lunges at SCP-337, screaming.
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10:30 AM: D-28803 thrusts shears into SCP-337, managing to sever one of the object’s tendrils. SCP-337 recoils as if in pain.
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10:30 AM: SCP-337 envelops D-28803. Dr. Solomon shouts something unintelligible to guards. A muffled cry is heard, followed by a wet-sounding thump.
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10:31 AM: Guards engage pilot lights of flamethrowers. SCP-337 retreats, disentangling itself from its host. D-28803 collapses to the ground. Body is hairless. Shears are buried up to the handle in center of D-28803’s forehead. Dense hair later discovered in nostrils, trachea, lungs, █████.
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10:32 AM: Personnel exit containment chamber with corpse.
Personnel involved: Dr. ███████
+Date: ██-██-████
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4:57 PM: Dr. ███████ and two guards enter antechamber of SCP-337 containment area. No D Class personnel are present. Object has refused feeding for two consecutive weeks. SCP-337’s former handler, Dr. █████ Solomon, was killed one month prior in an unrelated incident.
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4:58 PM: All personnel enter inner chamber. SCP-337 is spread out in a loose pile in center of room, braiding and unbraiding three tendrils. Dr. ███████ approaches object.
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4:59 PM: Dr. ███████ extends a large bottle of [REDACTED]-brand “herbal” shampoo toward SCP-337. SCP-337 stops braiding and retracts tendrils into itself.
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5:00 PM: A thick bulb-shaped extrusion of hair emerges at a 45 degree angle from the top of SCP-337. Hair contorts and intertwines on the bulb until detail begins to emerge.
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5:01 PM: Dr. ███████ drops the bottle. SCP-337 has produced a crude but recognizable likeness of the late Dr. Solomon.
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5:01 PM: Dr. ███████ stumbles back from the object. Both guards rush to support him. SCP-337 turns to follow ███████, so that the “head” formation continues to face him.
5:02 PM: Guards attempt to usher Dr. ███████ to the exit. ███████ grabs the handle portion of a guard’s flamethrower and directs it at SCP-337.
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5:02 PM: Nearest guard punches Dr. ███████ in the jaw. He crumples. Guards restrain the researcher and drag him to the exit. SCP-337 remains still, continuing to direct the “head” formation toward ███████.
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5:03 PM: All personnel exit containment chamber. The “head” retracts back into SCP-337, dissolving again into shapeless hair. After a moment, it retrieves the shampoo bottle from the floor and begins to lather itself.
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Note: This incident is troublesome for a number of reasons. There is no indication that Dr. ███████ was in any way “psychically” affected by SCP-337, as some have proposed. The man had recently lost a close colleague, and psychiatric analysis after the incident revealed he was much more bereaved about it than he let on. Nevertheless, his reaction to the object’s behavior seems illogically severe. It also squandered our first (and so far, only) opportunity to engage in communication with the object. We are fortunate that SCP-337 returned to its former behavior patterns not long after the incident.
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For now, personnel assigned to SCP-337 should undergo periodic psychological evaluation until we know more. I also recommend rotating handlers for the object on a regular basis, so that no one becomes too “attached.” –Dr. ████
Special Containment Procedures: Owing to its complete non-existence, no containment procedures for SCP-3443 have ever existed. Protocol 00-Null Engram is in place to manage any hypothetical SCP-3443 instances. The existence of this protocol is in no way an assertion of the possible existence of any such phenomenon.
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In accordance with Protocol 00-Null Engram, should evidence suggesting the existence of SCP-3443 ever be discovered it is of vital importance that it be ignored completely and no action or investigation taken in response. Even vague or circumstantial evidence is to be disregarded entirely regardless of source or type. This directive applies to all personnel regardless of rank, clearance, assignment, or any other considerations.
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Any individuals, Foundation personnel or otherwise, who indicate any belief in SCP-3443 or demonstrate a clear propensity towards such belief, are to be immediately reported to Taskforce 03-Macaque. Taskforce 03-Macaque is trained to administer Frobisher-Gladstone personality restructuring (use of class D, E, and F Amnestics authorized as necessary) as a precautionary measure.
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No research or investigation has been or is to be undertaken into any SCP-3443 candidate beyond those measures necessary for supporting the ability of the Foundation to comply with Protocol 00-Null Engram, such as ensuring integrity of this database entry and maintenance of Taskforce 03-Macaque.
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Description: SCP-3443 is a designation within the SCP Foundation database which serves as a placeholder for a class of hypothetical anomalous phenomena. The designation describes any memetic or cognitohazardous phenomenon or entity which in some way asserts an impossibility for knowledge about itself to either exist or be expressed. This could be by either direct interference with any knowledge relating to itself or prevention by some means of any communication regarding itself. It is the unequivocal position of the SCP Foundation that no phenomena of this type exist, however due to their nature confirmed total non-existence is insufficient reason not to deploy general safeguards against them.
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Although multiple entirely mutually unrelated phenomena of this type could exist (rather than the none which do), only a single designation will be allocated. Given that no specific real instances could ever be described in any detail, no reason exists for reserving additional designations.
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It is hypothesized that the existence of any knowledge of such a phenomenon, given that it would be a memetic cognitohazard of some kind, could have possible consequences including but not limited to:
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Inability of any person to acquire or to retain such knowledge
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Replacement of any expression of such knowledge with unrelated information
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Replacement of any expression of such knowledge with a direct denial of that knowledge
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Inability for any person holding such knowledge to continue to exist or have existed
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Inability for any form of information regarding any person holding such knowledge to be perceived
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Various AK-class end-of-the-world scenarios
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Various CK-class restructuring scenarios
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The above examples are purely conjecture and serve only to illustrate the importance that containment of such a phenomenon might have if any existed.
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The exact criteria to qualify as knowledge of any SCP-3443 candidate that would trigger these effects cannot be known exactly. It can only be inferred that non-specific suspicion, such as the mere suggestion that such phenomena might exist, is insufficient to initiate the effects of any extant SCP-3443. As no SCP-3443 instances exist, this inference is of little value.
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Addendum:
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"Honestly what do we even have this entry for? It has never been Foundation policy to devote resources to managing problems which don't exist, we have more than enough trouble trying to keep up with things which can't exist but do…
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Wow, it seems that even the person who put this here doesn't want to be associated with it. I think this might be the first entry in the database I've ever seen without any mention of previous researchers or even account names listed in the edit history. I guess it makes sense that no-one wants to admit to this garbage though. And what's this Taskforce it's talking about? I'm not sure it even exists, but if it does… are we seriously employing people for this crap?"
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- Dr ████████
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Dr ████████ has submitted a formal request that database entry for SCP-3443 be reviewed for deletion and expungement from all archives, along with review of any associated divisions or taskforces.
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"Staff are reminded that while requests to either modify Foundation archives outside normal editing channels or dissolve assets can be made, they are taken extremely seriously and only to be used where necessary. Wasting O5 time by ironically tricking the submission form into accepting an unsigned request to make a complaint about anonymous edits and wastage of Foundation resources is completely unacceptable conduct. This incident will be investigated. As SCP-3443 does not exist, however, the request for deletion will still be considered.
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Entry for SCP-3443 will remain for the time being pending the outcome of that review, until then the 00-Null Engram protocol will remain in force. This will include the continued use of personality restructuring as prescribed. All staff are reminded that no instances of SCP-3443 exist and that all containment procedures are to be followed entirely."
Ok guys, so whatever messed up the edit log seems to be wreaking havok with any links in or out of this article.
+I've reported the issue to the I.T. guys, might take a couple weeks before they get to it though, so for now keep group notes on Audit Case #-3443-Felis-Defamiliaris here. We'll transfer them across when they get it fixed.
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+For now, preliminary work assignments are as follows:
+Procedural Compliance: Tania
+Precedent Review: Jacob (as usual, speak to me before requesting any 4/5 info)
+Containment Site Inspection: N/A
+Taskforce 03-Macaque Inspection: ███████
+File-To-Date Review: No-one for now, will put someone on it once IT is done
+Cost/Benefit Review: ████
Ongoing corruption confirmed, remains highly unpredictable. Had assigned ████ to work on it and now ███ own profile is missing, I will be taking over personally now. Even the original service ticket is corrupted, can't even see who submitted the damn thing.
+In any case it looks like the Audit guys have the right idea, we'll keep notes within the article as well.
Okay so I've still only heard back from 2 of you with an update. I understand that this isn't our top priority but at least report back every week or 2. Full summary will be in Audit case archives once I hear from all of you, or here if system issues remain ongoing by then.
Data corruption is getting pretty bad here, still not sure what's causing it. If I didn't have 15 years of dealing with lazy coding behind me I'd swear this is starting to feel like a scip at work. Hell we're weeks in and we still can't even find where the problem is, maybe I really have met real paracode at last instead of just hearing it as an excuse… anomalous computer virus with a sense of humor maybe? Oh who am I kidding, it's just an idiotic mistake someone made years ago. It's always an idiot.
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In any case this situation is getting to be a problem, the corruption is totally wiping linked accounts at random, I've lost touch with half my team now. I'm thinking we need to pull the article from the main archive and all active backups and just fix it up in quarantine. We'll work on fixing it there where it won't do any damage. We can copy it back afterwards if they decide they even want it.
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Request has been made to all 5 of the relevant O5 IT sub-committee requesting the change. O5-██ and O5-███ seem in favor, O5-██ and O5-12 haven't responded. We'll hear back soon I hope, until then carry on as before.
All work on SCP-3443 is suspended until further notice. Audit Case #-3443-Felis-Defamiliaris and DB_workID#-3443-04 are now closed. A detachment from Taskforce 03-Macaque will interview all remaining staff assigned to either case, please cooperate with them fully. No further investigations are to be conducted except if clear instructions are received from the O5 council.
Please disregard this. Accidentally created when revisiting DB_workID#-3443-04. Hadn't seen O5 directive, wish it had come sooner, I'm sick of this one… Still not sure what all the fuss is about anyway, whole damn scip isn't even real.
+WARNING: You are in breach of SCP-3443 containment protocols
+Your account details and location have been logged in accordance with Protocol 00-Null Engram. A retrieval team from Taskforce 03-Macaque has been dispatched to your location, please cooperate fully with them. We assure you that Frobisher-Gladstone personality restructuring is extremely safe, only in 2.3% of cases are amnestics of any kind required, and overall success rates are now above 99.8%.
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It will reassure you to know that no evidence of any SCP-3443-type phenomena has ever been observed. Although of course this can never be proved, the continued existence of you and many others before you while in a state of strong suspicion or belief in the existence of SCP-3443 strong enough to defy Foundation directives is a good sign. Use of the SCP-3443 entry has been granted to Taskforce 03-Macaque of the Foundation anti-memetic division by approval of the O5 council to assist with carrying out Protocol 00-Null Engram. This protocol exists to improve overall procedural compliance and anti-memetic resistance across the Foundation. On the off chance any SCP-3443 does exist, it's probably helping us against that too.
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Please spend the next few minutes preparing a brief written summary of any critical duties that had been required of you over the coming days, restructuring may take up to 2 weeks to complete and this will ensure any impact from this disruption to your work is minimized. If it is impossible for any of your duties to be handled by another person you may discuss the issue with the Taskforce commander, however their directives must be followed.
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Lastly yes, this measure is being taken because you have failed to comply with direct instructions regarding handling evidence of SCP-3443-type phenomena, however we assure you that it is not a punishment. No mark will appear on any records apart from a classified 00-Null Engram completion report and you will remain a valued Foundation asset. Curiosity is a part of human nature and we do not expect you to have full control over it, that's our job.
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- Dr. Tania Gladstone,
+SCP Foundation Anti-Memetics Division
+Director of Taskforce 03-Macaque
Special Containment Procedures: Both components of SCP-3481 are held in an anomalous object containment vault in Site-19. SCP-3481-2 must remain disconnected from SCP-3481-1 unless written permission from Dr. Teller is presented. SCP-3481-1 must be turned off while in storage. Personnel interacting with SCP-3481 outside of testing conditions must wear protective ear-wear. Anyone who hears noises from SCP-3481 outside of testing conditions is to immediately inform Dr. Teller and report for psychological evaluation.
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Experimentation regarding track ~l%56taSYu is currently suspended under the orders of Dr. Teller (See Addendum 3481-A).
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Description: SCP-3481-1 is a 2006 white iPod Nano with one hundred and forty-nine tracks. The track names appear to be random sequences of characters. Every track was performed by the band [EXPUNGED]. When asked about these tracks the band denied making them. SCP-3481-2 is a pair of red headphones with all identifying markings removed.
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All attempts to access the data on SCP-3481-1 have failed. The device has no form of wireless communication, and no cable appears to fit into the headphone input, except for the audio cord for SCP-3481-2. This includes an exact replica of the SCP-3481-2 cable.
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Each track begins with the words “Coming to you live from the ██████ music festival, how are you feeling today?”. Research shows that [EXPUNGED] never played at ██████.
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Test subjects have difficulty describing any of the tracks (see Document 3481-T-1 for details). However, the majority of subjects used the words, “glorious”, “illustrious”, and [EXPUNGED].
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After listening to any of the tracks on SCP-3481-1, subjects display great distress while hearing voices. When spoken to, subjects reflexively cover their ears and cower away from the speaker. In extreme cases, subjects have inserted objects into their ears to damage their tympanic membrane1. Subjects also refuse to speak, but will communicate via written word or gestures.
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When a track is played at full volume and recorded by a machine, the secondary audio recording does not exhibit the properties of the original. Because of this, it is believed that the anomaly resides within SCP-3481-1 and SCP-3481-2, and does not reside within the tracks themselves. The secondary recordings consist entirely of white noise.
D-5523 is a 32-year-old male. Subject was instructed to listen to track a%taH3$. When subject begins the track, he sits up straight, and does not blink during the entirety of the song. Tears form in his eyes after ten seconds, either from dehydration or from an emotional response. When the track concludes, subject sits still for fifteen seconds before slowly removing SCP-3481-2 and entering the interview room.
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Interviewer: Can you —
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Subject winces away from the Interviewer and covers his ears. He falls out of his chair and proceeds to enter the fetal position. Interviewer looks below the table at Subject.
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Interviewer: Can you please retake your seat?
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Subject does not respond. Interviewer takes a piece of paper, and begins to write. From now on, all responses were not spoken, but written on notes passed between Subject and Interviewer.
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Interviewer: Do I scare you?
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Subject notices the sign after a minute. He shakes his head in negative.
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Interviewer: What's wrong?
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Interviewer passes the paper to Subject along with a writing utensil.
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Subject: your voice hurts
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Interviewer and Subject return to their seats.
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Interviewer: Can you be more specific?
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Subject: your voice hurts to hear. cant be more specific
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Interviewer: Ok. Can you describe the track for me?
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Subject:it was goodit was interestingit felt weirdwhat do you mean? it sounded glori Glorious
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Interviewer: What does Glorious mean?
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Subject: its hard to describe
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Interviewer: Can you describe any of the instruments used? Or maybe what genre of music it was? Do you remember any lyrics?
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Subject:lyrics? instruments? thats a bad question.
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Interviewer: How so?
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Subject: you think you can explain this with words. this wasnt made for explaining. its something you gotta experience
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Interviewer: So, you cannot describe anything about the track.
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Subject: actually in the beginning i could hear Him say “coming to you live from the [EXPUNGED] music festival, how are you feeling today?”
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Interviewer: Who said that?
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Subject: [DATA EXPUNGED] its funny because i never liked music much, but im now officially a fan of His
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Interviewer: The track must have made quite an impact on you.
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Subject: thats not it. its more that i feel purified my ears feel cleansed and i dont want them to be dirty again. like all i want to hear is His voice, you know? like he’ll always take care of me.
As part of Dr. Teller's testing of SCP-3481, he decided to investigate its effects on the hearing-impaired. Below is the transcript of his experiment.
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<Begin Log>
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Technician George Crucik, hereafter known as Subject, was born deaf. He was instructed to listen to track a%taH3$. Subject displays no abnormal behavior after the track begins. Once the track concludes, Subject begins to cry. He finishes after thirty seconds and walks into the interview room. The interviewer is holding up a sign that says, “How are you feeling?”. All responses were not spoken, but written on notes passed between Subject and Interviewer.
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Subject: I’m feeling strange sad.
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Interviewer: Can you elaborate?
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Subject: I don’t know. What was I listening to?
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Interviewer: A track from SCP-3481, which has previously caused subjects to feel pain when they hear someone speak. Could you hear anything?
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Subject: Not like that. My memory’s fine and I’ve been on the other side of the glass for half of these tests. I mean what’s on the track? What was I supposed to hear?
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Interviewer: Right now, I am interviewing you not vice-versa. Please answer the question.
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Subject: Right. My bad. I guess I’m just curious. I couldn’t hear a thing. But I want to know what it was. I feel like I’m being left out of something.
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Interviewer: Have you felt like this about other auditory experiences before?
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Subject: Not since I was little.
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Interviewer: Could this feeling be caused by SCP-3481?
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Subject: It’s probably part of the anomaly. So you’ll probably give me an Amnesiac. And I’ll probably forget this. Which is probably good.
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+Interviewer: Do you want to forget?
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Subject:YesNoYesMaybe Yes I do. The feeling is getting worse. Like pressure pushing down on me. I want to hear it! I have this feeling that it’d be amazingdivi I don’t know.
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Interviewer: Glorious?
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Subject cries silently as he writes his response.
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Subject: Yes. That’s it. It’d sound glorious.
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<End Log>
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Subject was administered a Class-C Amnestic and returned to his position. However, the treatment was deemed ineffective, as he described similar feelings after presiding over a later test of SCP-3481. Dr. Teller concluded that the emotional response is part of the anomalous nature of SCP-3481. Subject was administered a Class-B Amnestic and has been reassigned to SCP-2927.
During test 67, track ~l%56taSYu was played. Below is the transcript of the experiment, and the following interview.
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<Begin Log>
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D-7841 is a 21-year-old female. Subject was instructed to listen to track ~l%56taSYu. When subject begins the track, her body goes limp for the duration of the song. When the track concludes, subject sits up and shakes her head before moving into the interview room.
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Interviewer holds up a sign that says “How do you feel?”
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Subject: What’re you doing?
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Interviewer: You can speak?
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Subject: Yeah… what’d you take me for? A mute?
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Interviewer: No. That was simply a part of testing protocol. How do you feel?
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Subject: I feel a little disrespected.
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Interviewer: Your sarcasm is not appreciated.
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Subject: Whatever. I have a small headache. There.
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Interviewer: Do you remember anything about what you heard?
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Subject: Uh… Let me think… Some guy said “Thank you to all my fans”, and then started listing a bunch of names and places.
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Interviewer: Can you tell me give me any specific names or locations?
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Subject: Actually… I think… I think I remember them all.
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Interviewer: How many are there?
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Subject: Sixty-eight.
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Subject becomes visibly distraught.
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Subject: How… how do I remember th—
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Interviewer gives Subject a sheet of paper and a writing utensil.
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Interviewer: Can you please transcribe the list of names?
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Subject slowly nods, and writes down sixty-six names, each paired with GPS coordinates with arc second resolution. When Subject reaches the sixty seventh name she stops writing.
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Interviewer: Please continue writing.
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Subject: Why… Why didn’t I notice… it… it..
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Interviewer: There’s only two more to go. Please finish writing.
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Subject writes her name, followed by GPS coordinates: [DATA REDACTED]. Subject’s hand begins to shake, presumably as an emotional reaction.
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Subject: It said my name. How… how did it know my name…
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Interviewer: This is the last one. Then we can move on.
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Subject takes a deep breath and writes the name “Brandon Zike” and GPS coordinates: [DATA REDACTED].
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Interviewer: Thank you. Now, do you recognize any of these names?
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Subject silently points to her own name.
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Interviewer: Any others?
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Subject: No. Not any others.
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Interviewer: Did the recording say anything else?
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Subject: Yes. It said one more thing.
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Interviewer: What was it?
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Subject: He said… He said “I look forward to seeing you all at my next performance. Same place. You’ll know the time.”
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<End Log>
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After the interview, D-7841 was administered a Class-B amnestic.
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Upon further examination, it was determined that the list consisted of the names of every test subject who has listened to any of the tracks on SCP-3481-1 and their location when track ~l%56taSYu was played, except for the last name and location. The last name was "Brandon Zike”, and his location was the correct GPS coordinates of SCP-███. Confirmation of the existence and true location of Brandon Zike is Priority 5.
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Due to the sensitivity of information disseminated during the testing of track ~l%56taSYu, Dr. Teller has suspended all experiments involving track ~l%56taSYu until further notice.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3495 is held in a chamber in the underground bunker of the Vatican Secret Archives in Vatican City, cared for by zoologists employed by the Holy See (in accordance with Foundation/Vatican City Co-Containment Agreement 3495/CVI). A Level-2 Foundation staff member is to remain in the Archives to observe and assist, where necessary, with this containment. SCP-3495's feeding and care requirements are normal for a non-anomalous member of its species.
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SCP-3495's containment chamber is to be under 24-hour surveillance, to assist in the analysis of its vocalizations. Any vocalizations with an apparent prophetic nature are to be sent to Site-407's Director (copied to the Cardinal Archivist in accordance with Foundation/Vatican City Information Sharing Agreement 3495/CVI).
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Recordings and transcriptions of all Navigator Event vocalizations are archived in Site-407, and copied with the Cardinal Archivist. They are available to access by any Foundation staff of Level-2/3495 or higher.
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Description: SCP-3495 is a male mantled howler monkey (Alouatta palliata). In place of its "howling" vocalizations, SCP-3495 produces sounds similar to human speech. SCP-3495 is capable of producing complex vowel and consonant sounds, despite their jaw structure, the shape of their lips, and the method in which they vocalize being unable to produce these sounds normally.
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SCP-3495 "speaks" a number of languages, including Latin, English, Italian, Gaelic and a dialect of Castilian Spanish. SCP-3495 has been known to the Vatican since at least the 6th Century AD, but was not in Vatican custody until the 16th Century AD. SCP-3495 has not aged during this time, indicating a degree of immortality.
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The vocalizations of SCP-3495 consist solely of Biblical and pseudo-Biblical verses; special consideration is given to vocalizations that occur yearly from May 9th to May 16th. Designated Navigator Events, these vocalizations begin at noon on May 9th with SCP-3495 vocalizing a prayer to St. Brendan of Clonfert1. Until noon on May 16th, SCP-3495 will contiguously vocalize, and will not eat or sleep. Furthermore, SCP-3495 will mutilate itself using its teeth, fingernails, and toenails, as well as whatever objects are present in its enclosure; these mutilations do not affect SCP-3495's vocalizations, and heal completely at the end of the Navigator event. SCP-3495's vocalizations will cease at 3:00 AM so it can drink water, before resuming at 3:03 AM.
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Vocalizations during Navigator Events are prophetic in nature, and frequently switch between English, Latin, and Gaelic. During this time, other anomalous animals within the Vatican Archives will show increased anxiety, pacing within their enclosures, refusing food, and even attacking their keepers.
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For excerpts from a Navigator Event from 2000, see addenda.
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Despite the apparently original and non-imitative nature of many of the vocalizations of SCP-3495, it is not considered sapient. However, it possesses behavior that is not seen in non-anomalous howler monkeys, showing a pain response in view of crucifixes, rosary beads, the sound of prayers, and relics attributed to St. Brendan.
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SCP-3495 was originally recovered by Spanish conquistadors during the subjugation of Maya peoples during the Spanish conquest of the Yucatán Peninsula in 1542. Considered a zoological curiosity, it was caged and sent back to Spain to be presented as a gift to King Philip II. SCP-3495's first vocalizations of Biblical texts are not recorded, but is believed to have taken place within sight of the Spanish coast.
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Addendum: Selected Vocalizations:
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Date: June 6th, 1916
+Vocalization: And the Lord spat on the bread and threw it into the dirt and filth, before offering it to the child. "Come and eat what you deserve, and nothing more."
+Behavior While Vocalizing: Climbing within its enclosure.
+Source: Unknown.
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Date: December 17th, 1936
+Vocalization: "Arise, shine; for your light has come, And the glory of the Lord has risen upon you."
+Behavior While Vocalizing: Stretching upon waking up.
+Source: Isaiah 60:1
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Date: June 10th, 1957
+Vocalization: "I saw a tree bearing twelve manner of fruits every year, and he said unto me, This is the tree of life."
+Behavior While Vocalizing: Pelting a female keeper with discarded food.
+Source: Unclear; a 'Tree with twelve kinds of fruit' appears in Revelation 22:2, but this line appears in reference to the lost, apocryphal Gospel of Eve in Gnostic writings.
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Date: December 25th, 1960
+Vocalization: "Behold, malachite. Those who worship the stone see a false idol in its green hue. The twelve and one-hundred is a fabrication— no doomsday key, nor a lock."
+Behavior While Vocalizing: Defecating.
+Source: None.
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Date: May 5th, 1968
+Vocalization: "And God declared, "The foul curs of the earth shall blaspheme no more". A plague was brought upon them, and a great many head of cattle and dog died.
+Behavior while Vocalizing: Observing the cadaver of another anomalous animal within the Vatican Archives being taken past its cage.
+Source: None.
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Date: October 3rd, 1970
+Vocalization: Man looked at the moon and said, "It is mine!". God replied, "It is not yours. Your pride shall destroy the cosmos. Go no further."
+Behavior while Vocalizing: Sleeping
+Source: None
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Addendum: Transcript of 2000 Navigator Event:
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The Lord said unto the utter west, "The light will no more be yours. The ocean has receded, and a tide of blood will flood your shores. Then, when your books burn and your brains are being consumed by ignorance, your hearts will burst from your chest and angels will look down upon you and mock you."
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The volume of SCP-3495's vocalizations increase as they hang below a branch in their enclosure.
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Judas is on his isle2, his stones being eaten by flames daily. You know this, and you do not help him— thirty pieces of silver to be part of a story.
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SCP-3495 lacerates its cheek, which begins bleeding.
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And here I sit, brothers and sisters, behind glass and numerology. The devil sits in a throne with an inverse crucifix. Christ returned, the second coming was upon us. He came in the form of a beggar with skin of malachite, and he was crushed beneath wheels on a street in Colombia. He was unmourned. He shall remain that way, thus saith the Lord.
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When the New World was explored by Brendan, he recorded things that have been destroyed. The Coagulated Sea was choked by weeds. The Paradise of Birds is screaming for those who land on it to flee from the thing in the bushes. The Whale-Island has shown its true form, and it is a gelatinous aberration. The Portal to Hell is erupting, but some force keeps the legions at bay— a woman, crowned in flowers, no God she, despite what others call her.
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SCP-3495 spits on the ground seven times. Due to the hole formed in its right cheek, the spit is mixed with blood.
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The Church of the Latter-Day Saints claim that the Promised Land is in a place called America. It is west— but not so far as they think. Jesus said to me, the Portal to Heaven is in a place called Cleveland, hidden in a mural that is erased daily. Only here shall they find salvation.
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SCP-3495 picks up objects and begins throwing them at the walls. This includes a left hand— SCP-3495 had both hands intact during this period, and the appendage could not be accounted for following the conclusion of this Navigator event.
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Jesus said that there are six other portals to heaven— one in Clonfert, in the home of my King, long since buried by blood and hooves and soil. And so, the Portal in Clonfert is closed.
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SCP-3495 begins smearing the walls with its blood. No pattern is discernible.
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The Third Portal is in Bethlehem, in the manger, and was destroyed by a man with many weapons, praying to the same god we all pray to. He cared not that the Portal was destroyed, thinking it would only be used by their enemies…
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Saying any of the names of God is a sin punishable by death. All who speak the Tetragrammaton's name shall be sent to a burning lake of Hell. Animals will be sent elsewhere— they do not have souls.
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SCP-3495 begins pelting the walls of its enclosure with rotten food. A crack appears in the glass of the enclosure, despite no food impacting on it.
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I alone am free to blaspheme, for I am a Devil of Ethiope, and I have done my sentence in Hell. Brendan pained me, and now, I am to spout this gospel until the end of days.
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Thermal cameras show SCP-3495's form heat to approximately 400 degrees centigrade.
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The day the world will end is January 1st, 2000. But God, you say, I am still around. Yes, and this is Hell. It has gone unnoticed. Only Judas gets respite.
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The Wandering Jew is dead.
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SCP-3495 chews on its severed left arm while vocalizing.
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He has found himself in a public house on the side of a road somewhere in the west.
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SCP-3495 howls for two minutes.
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He pulled out a revolver, said "Lord our God, I cannot bear this burden. We are spat upon. And now, I will replace the spittle upon my crown with my brains."
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SCP-3495 spontaneously ejaculates.
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Moses wept.
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Following the conclusion of this Navigator Event, it was found that a male of Jewish descent had committed suicide by revolver while drinking at a bar in Los Angeles, California at the exact time SCP-3495 uttered "Moses Wept". Reportedly, this individual had spoken a prayer immediately prior to shooting themselves.
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This is the first recorded instance of a prophetic vocalization by SCP-3495 being verified. Additional monitoring equipment has been installed, and a retrospective analysis of its previous vocalizations has been approved.
An SCP-3540 event occurring in Oldenburg, West Virginia
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Item #: SCP-3540
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: A list of all possible locations where SCP-3540 may occur should be compiled throughout the month of September. Once the event begins, a mixture of satellite imagery and ground surveillance should be used to identify the property undergoing the SCP-3540 event. Once identified, SCP-3540's location should be monitored throughout its active phase. Contact with sapient entities associated with the anomaly is allowed as needed.
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Agents embedded in local authorities are to intercept any reporting on the anomalous phenomenon from local or national news agencies and rewrite or edit the articles and segments to remove SCP-3540, SCP-3540-1, or SCP-3540-2. Foundation personnel in the local government are to encourage the community to have trick-or-treating events in early November instead of the traditional October 31st, citing weather, commercial, or other reasons.
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Residual psychoactive and amnestic compounds are to be added to the water supplies in the locations where SCP-3540 is active. Once the event has concluded, disinformation teams are to ensure all inhabitants do not retain memory of SCP-3540.
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Description: SCP-3540 is an annual phenomenon affecting abandoned properties in suburban neighborhoods throughout the continental United States that lasts for the entirety of October. A number of factors appear to correlate with where the phenomenon occurs, mostly pertaining to the demographics and location of the neighborhood, such as a low rate of crime, an above average population of children below the age of ten, and a close proximity to both cemeteries and trendy or popular dining establishments. The majority of properties involved in SCP-3540 events were previously owned by individuals who have recently died.
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A house affected by SCP-3540 will begin to undergo a number of changes to both its internal and external appearance. Externally, a large number of Halloween decorations will appear in the yard and on the outward walls of the structure. Although the decorations mimic common store-bought materials, they are actually authentic, non-synthetic articles. The house will also appear to undergo a full renovation and restoration throughout the SCP-3540 event, despite no actual work or construction observed. Internally, the house will manifest furniture in the rooms, dark curtains on the windows, and appropriate appliances for general living and welfare.
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During an SCP-3540 event, the house will appear to be occupied by a pair of humanoid entities, designated SCP-3540-1 and SCP-3540-2. SCP-3540-1 refers to itself as Maurice, and SCP-3540-2 refers to itself as Lance. These entities are generally seen wearing long, black robes with large hoods that obscure their heads and faces. The entities cannot be physically seen during the day, but after sunset, they will manifest in various parts of the house and will engage in typical household chores and common activities, including cleaning, preparing and consuming meals, folding laundry, and [DATA EXPUNGED]. SCP-3540-1 and SCP-3540-2 are amiable with staff and will often invite them in for dinner. The entities will often make claim to frequent local restaurants or shops; however, no evidence has been found to corroborate these statements.
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Addendum: On 21/10/2017, Agent Kay Gittings contacted SCP-3540-1 and SCP-3540-2 due to their decorations violating several minor zoning laws. The two entities recognized Gittings from previous SCP-3540 events, and invited her inside the house. The conversation has been recorded below.
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Agent Gittings knocks on the front door of the house, and is answered by SCP-3540-1.
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SCP-3540-1: Hello? Oh, Kay! It's so great to see you again. I thought you lived over in Montana, what are you doing in our neck of the woods?
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Gittings: Oh, um, my partner had to move, so I moved with her. But I'm working with the city and I just wanted to let you know that-
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SCP-3540-1: Lance! You'll never guess who's here. Come say hi.
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SCP-3540-2 enters from the kitchen doorway and waves at Agent Gittings.
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Gittings: No, no, it's fine. I just have to let you know that some of your decorations-
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SCP-3540-1: Oh, don't worry about it, Kay. Come in. We found this really great tea shop, and you have to try this Jin Jun Mei we got. According to the guy who runs the place it's from the 'Wu Yi Mountain area'. It's just fantastic.
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Gittings: I, uh, need to ask my boss first.
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SCP-3540-2: That's fine. I'm gonna go start boiling water anyways, cause damn I forgot we had that stuff.
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After conferring with her superior, Agent Gittings was given permission to enter the premises and interact with the entities. SCP-3540-1 leads the agent into the house and gestures towards a couch before entering the kitchen.
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SCP-3540-1: I'll be back in a jiffy. Do you want sugar or cream or anything?
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Gittings: Uh, no. No, thank you.
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Agent Gittings begins to observe the room and move her body camera to record it. Decorations and souvenirs have been placed throughout the room, typically from cities in Southern US states. Multiple pictures can be seen hung on the walls; however, there do not appear to be visible subjects in the pictures. Beside the door, two harvesting tools are hanging off hooks. After several minutes, the two entities return carrying three mugs. SCP-3540-1 places one in front of Agent Gittings.
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SCP-3540-1: Sorry that took so long, Kay. Someone forgot to wash the dishes last night.
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SCP-3540-2: Hey, don't blame this on me. I was putting up the decorations, you know, like you asked me to.
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Gittings: Actually, uh, speaking of the decorations. I came over here to tell you that you need to remove some of them. One of your inflatables and a bunch of your cobwebs are in your neighbors' properties.
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Both entities appear to look at each other for several seconds.
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SCP-3540-2: I told you that wasn't our tree.
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SCP-3540-1: No, I told you not to put stuff in that tree, Lance.
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SCP-3540-2: No, no, no. I very explicitly remember you telling me to, and I quote, "Cover that shit in web". And I said that it wasn't our tree, then you yelled at me for ruining your aesthetic.
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SCP-3540-1: I meant the house and the bushes. Why would I have meant the tree?
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SCP-3540-2: Cause I thought that was where you were pointing. God, this is going to be a pain in the ass to clean out. I am so sorry, Kay. I'll get on that tomorrow.
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Gittings: Thank you. I really don't want you guys to get in trouble.
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SCP-3540-1: Actually, that reminds me. Kay, how long have you been in town?
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Gittings: Just since September.
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SCP-3540-1: Oh, wow. We've only been here since the first. But have you had the chance to try that Barrio Steakhouse place off the highway? Their steaks are way better than they have a right to be. I actually knew the owner's grandfather. And he was such a nice man. Super understanding when we had to take him.
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Gittings: No, that place is pretty expensive, I'd have to eat like a college student for a week to afford there.
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SCP-3540-2: Man, you are missing out. Usually me and Maury try not to go to the same place each year for vacation, but I am very tempted to convince him to come back here next year.
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SCP-3540-1: You will convince me of nothing.
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SCP-3540-2: Just like how I never convinced you to try that seafood joint in Charleston?
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SCP-3540-1: That's different.
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Gittings: If you pardon me asking, this is your vacation? You guys do this every year?
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SCP-3540-2: Yep. Our jobs can be "emotionally taxing", so we're forced to take two weeks off. But we just save our vacation from the rest of the year and take a whole month. It's great, super relaxing.
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SCP-3540-1: We always take the same month off too, cause we actually met in October, at that funeral. And you know what we do, Kay. Halloween is like the holiday made for us. I just love seeing all the little kids in their costumes. It's just so adorable. Makes it worth doing my job. They just delight me. I would love to adopt if we could, but the agencies never seem to like our paperwork.
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Gittings: Well, this tea was lovely, but I have to head out. I still have some paperwork to file at the office.
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SCP-3540-1: Oh, that's fine. Thanks for stopping by. Tell your partner that we said hello. And feel free to come by anytime for dinner, Lance can make Chicken Parmesan that's to die for.
Special Containment Procedures: A 10 kg seed sample of SCP-357 is to be contained within a hermetically sealed container within a 3 m x 3 m x 3 m room at Site-19. Samples removed from the container are not to exceed 1 kg. A detailed log must be kept of all SCP-357 that is produced, complete with accurate records of what had been used to feed it and how much of the sample was subsequently destroyed via compression.
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The mass of the container is to be monitored electronically. Changes in mass that are not accounted for by removal or return of samples will result in an automatic lockdown of that section of Site-19, as this indicates that a breach of the container may have occurred.
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Unless provided Level 4 approval, researchers are not to expose SCP-357 to temperatures exceeding 100°C. The amount exposed to these temperatures is never to be greater than 1 mm3, under any circumstances.
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Description: SCP-357 is a malleable substance with a density of 250 kg/m3. The material has been found to reflect all radiation with 100% efficiency. To date, chemical analysis of SCP-357 has yielded no conclusive results. Electron microscopy of SCP-357 has shown no inherent granularity at any level. These two latter results suggest that SCP-357 may not be atomic in nature; however, there have been no satisfactory hypotheses as to how baryonic matter is able to interact with it.
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When permitted to physically interact with SCP-357, researchers describe it as having a consistency similar to that of Play-Doh brand modeling compound. However, unlike Play-Doh, SCP-357 will not retain its shape for any length of time if left at rest. It will settle at a rate of approximately 0.5 cm per minute until it reproduces the shape of the inside of its container. SCP-357 will form a meniscus inside the container 7.5 cm high. The thickness of the substance at the top of the meniscus is 1 mm, at which point it merges with the surface of the container following a Gaussian curve. If allowed to settle on a flat surface, SCP-357 will spread until its average thickness is no more than 1 mm. The edge of the mass follows the same Gaussian function that is seen in the meniscus.
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If solid matter is placed in a container of SCP-357, it will sink into the substance at a constant rate of 0.5 cm per minute. SCP-357 will displace the appropriate volume as any other fluid would. If the solid object is fully absorbed by SCP-357, it will become impossible to distinguish between it and the substance of SCP-357. Theories range from the object taking on the properties of SCP-357 to the object being replaced by a corresponding volume of SCP-357.
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If a homogeneous pressure of at least 100 N/cm2 is applied to a sample of SCP-357, the material will decrease in size at a rate of 1.3 cm3 per minute or more, depending on the magnitude of the pressure. When compressed in this manner, the density of SCP-357 does not change. Rather, the mass decreases at the same rate as the volume. Where the excess mass goes is presently unknown. If compressed to approximately 1 mm3 at room temperature, no amount of force is able to decrease the size any further.
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Application of vacuum pressure does not increase the size of a sample of SCP-357. The only method found for increasing its mass is via the encapsulation of a volume.
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Addendum 357-1: SCP-357 was initially produced by a cyclotron in 19██ at [DATA EXPUNGED]. The responsible researchers at the university were given a Class B amnestic with the exception of Dr. R███████ B█████ who has been granted Level 2 clearance and allowed to do further research on SCP-357. To date, the results of the initial experiment that produced SCP-357 can not be reproduced. As a precaution, particle physics laboratories and particle colliders are periodically monitored for similar discoveries.
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Addendum 357-2: SCP-357 is pending review for use in disposal of hazardous objects being held by the Foundation.
+Until the properties of SCP-357 are more concretely understood, particularly in high energy environments, approval is being withheld. It is already clear that SCP-357 should not be exposed to some objects, due to risk of unlimited expansion of the material. -O5-█
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Addendum 357-3: Some personnel have been caught smoking indoors and exhaling into SCP-357 in an attempt to hide the evidence. This is heavily discouraged due to security considerations, health issues, and risk of accidental ingestion. File photos of Experiments 357-3 and 357-4 are freely available to those who continue to practice this abuse of Foundation property.
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Experiment Log 357-1:
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Date: ██/██/████
+Subject: One (1) ping pong ball.
+Procedure: SCP-357 is allowed to fully absorb the ball while in a container sitting upon an electronic scale.
+Details: The ball is seen to sink into the sample of SCP-357. When the last of the ball disappears from view, the scale reports an increase in mass of 5.6 g, equivalent to the difference between the ping pong ball's mass and that of the equivalent volume of SCP-357.
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Experiment Log 357-2:
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Date: ██/██/████
+Subject: A mass of SCP-357
+Procedure: A sample of SCP-357 is moulded into a box and placed upon an electronic scale. Before being allowed to set, the lid of the box, also moulded from SCP-357, is placed on it.
+Details: A mass increase is detected, exceeding the mass of the lid. Bisection of the box shows that it is now a solid mass of SCP-357.
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Experiment Log 357-3:
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Date: ██/██/████
+Subject: One healthy Rattus norvegicus.
+Procedure: A 5 mm3 sample of SCP-357 is placed inside the rat's food. The rat is to be monitored for 24 hours after ingestion or until death, at which point it is to be dissected.
+Details: One hour after ingestion, SCP-357 is observed to be eliminated from the rat's digestive system. Soon after, the subject exhibits a pain response. The pain is observed to increase over time. Though the mass of the animal does not change, an increasing amount of SCP-357 is eliminated from its body, concluding with a continuous stream after three hours. Death occurs within minutes of this event. Dissection reveals that the entire digestive tract has been converted into SCP-357, along with a number of surrounding organs. Death is believed to have been caused by blood loss.
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Experiment Log 357-4:
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Date: ██/██/████
+Subject: One healthy Rattus norvegicus.
+Procedure: Procedure is identical to Experiment 357-3. The subject is provided an intravenous supply of blood to prevent premature death.
+Details: Observations up to the three hour mark match those of Experiment 357-3. The stream of SCP-357 extruded from the rat continues at a steady rate. After 30 more minutes, the subject becomes increasingly lethargic. 15 minutes later, death occurs. Dissection shows that much of the rat's viscera had been replaced with SCP-357, along with a significant portion of its muscle mass. Cause of death is determined to be due to conversion of part of the cardiac muscle into SCP-357.
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Experiment Log 357-5:
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Date: ██/██/████
+Subject: SCP-357 in cryogenic conditions
+Procedure: SCP-357 is placed into a liquid helium environment and mechanically compressed.
+Details: A pressure of 100 N/cm2 is applied to SCP-357. The sample is able to be compressed to only 0.01 mm3. While still compressed, the sample is allowed to return to room temperature. When pressure is removed, the sample immediately returns to a volume of 1 mm3.
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Experiment Log 357-6:
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Date: ██/██/████
+Subject: SCP-357 in high temperature conditions
+Procedure: SCP-357 is compressed to 1 mm3 while at room temperature. The mechanism is then placed in a 1000°C environment and then releases the sample.
+Details: At a temperature of 750°C inside the compression mechanism, SCP-357 expands with sufficient force to damage it. 40 m3 of SCP-357 is produced within ten seconds, fully engulfing the furnace, $50,000 worth of equipment, and two researchers. After one hour, the volume of the sample decreases to the equivalent of the absorbed matter. Object class is changed from Safe to Euclid. No further high energy experiments are permitted unless it can be definitively shown that a repeat of the incident will not occur.
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Experiment Log 357-7:
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Date: ██/██/████
+Subject: SCP-357.
+Procedure: A 1 mm3 sample of SCP-357 is placed in a 40 m3 container. The ambient temperature is steadily increased in order to determine the material's rate of expansion from application of thermal energy.
+Details: The experiment is still pending Level 4 approval. Models of expansion and further information regarding safety procedures are needed from Dr. B█████ before a decision can be made.
Nonhazardous sample of Trilisect-A created by Dr R████ during testing. 76% accurate as determined by AOCRS.
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Item # : SCP-3600
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Object Class: Thaumiel
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3600 is an Epsilon Class Cognitohazard, and should not be directly viewed by Foundation personnel under any circumstances. Suspected or unconfirmed instances of SCP-3600 are not to be viewed until proper testing can be performed to determine their status. SCP-3600 can be temporarily contained by covering it in an opaque material until proper containment can be established.
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Limited exposure of D-Class personnel to SCP-3600 is permitted for testing purposes with approval from the Site Director. No personnel should be exposed to more than 3 characters of SCP-3600 during these tests, unless occurring as a part of Project Theia.
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SCP-3600-1 is to be stored in a custom-fitted steel case, sealed via welding to ensure it cannot be accessed.
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Any suspected or confirmed instances of SCP-3600-2 are to be recovered pending analysis, and then either destroyed or contained as appropriate.
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Description: SCP-3600 is a previously undocumented language, believed to originate in Mesopotamia, circa 3000BC, that when accurately rendered on a static surface produces a cognitohazardous effect. The language, designated Trilisect-A, superficially resembles Cuneiform, though with significantly more variety and complexity. SCP-3600-1 is a stone tablet measuring 3.7m x 1.8m x 0.25m, containing over 10,000 unique individual characters of SCP-3600 on its "front" face. When viewed directly by a conscious, sapient entity, SCP-3600 transfers to the viewer a detailed knowledge of potential K-Class scenarios. The viewer will become aware of this knowledge over the course of approximately 48 hours.
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Each individual character in SCP-3600 imparts knowledge of a single scenario, though this effect has been shown to be multiplicative; if an individual is exposed to multiple characters, the number of scenarios of which they have knowledge will be greater than the number of characters they have seen. In order to count as an instance of SCP-3600 and thus possess cognitohazardous properties, a character must match the original (as seen on SCP-3600-1) with an accuracy of at least 91%, as determined by the Advanced Optical Character Recognition System (AOCRS). Characters below 91% accuracy will possess no anomalous properties. Additionally, digital photographs and video recordings of SCP-3600 have been determined to be safe for viewing.
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Scenarios imparted by SCP-3600 range from the natural or man-made (asteroid impacts, nuclear war, global pandemics, etc.) to the anomalous, with these scenarios typically being the result of a failure to contain (or the improper handling of) anomalous phenomena. Along with the knowledge of the scenario itself, viewers of SCP-3600 also gain any knowledge that would be required to bring that scenario to actuality.
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Knowledge gained from SCP-3600 typically manifests as the ability to construct anomalous devices possessing the required functionality to trigger the specific scenario. Devices constructed in this way are designated SCP-3600-2. In cases where an SCP object is involved they might instead gain an awareness of how to breach containment on the object or, in cases of currently uncontained anomalies, where that object might be found. If the scenario can be brought about without the use of anomalous technology, knowledge of how to use available resources to create mundane technology is granted.1 For a list of recovered SCP-3600-2 instances, see attached document 3600-2 Recovery Log.
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Incident Report 3600-01: On ██/██/201█, Senior Researcher Dr R████ was inadvertently exposed to 27 characters of SCP-3600 while performing tests to determine if cognitohazardous effects could be produced by mechanical replication of SCP-3600. Six hours after this exposure, he entered a coma-like state and remained non-responsive for 86 hours. Following a mandatory four week evaluation period, during which time Dr R████ provided documentation on 37 different K-Class scenarios, he was allowed to return to active duty.
Summary of informationally relevant tests involving SCP-3600. All SCP-3600 characters involved in tests confirmed to be cognitohazardous beforehand unless otherwise noted. For a full log contact the Senior Researcher.
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Experiment 005
+Subject: D-5674-3
+Test: Exposure to 3600-72-K2
+Result: D-5674-3 provided detailed knowledge on an anomalous plant species that consumes oxygen and produces carbon dioxide which would rapidly spread across the Earth, quickly out-competing most extant plant species and resulting in the removal of oxygen from Earth's atmosphere, triggering an RK-Class restructuring scenario. According to D-5674-3 the anomalous plant species can easily be created by [DATA EXPUNGED]
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Experiment 006
+Subject: D-5674-3
+Test: Exposure to 3600-102-B1
+Result: D-5674-3 gained detailed knowledge on the progress and long-term effects of a nuclear-war induced Nuclear Winter scenario. Additionally, he was able to provide detailed designs for 3 different types of nuclear device of which one was a previously unconsidered design estimated to have an explosive yield of ███Mt.
+Notes: D-5674-3 possesses an education level analogous to that of an American high school graduate. Supplied plans for the aforementioned devices suggest a education equivalent to advanced degrees in physics, chemistry, and mechanical engineering.
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Experiment 007
+Subject: D-5674-3
+Test: Exposure to 3600-14-X1
+Result: After 48 hours, D-5674-3 possessed knowledge of 3 additional scenarios:
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An XK-Class end-of-the-world scenario triggered by the impact of asteroid ███-█ with the Earth, along with details for the construction of a device he described as a "Gravity Lance", which would pull the asteroid into Earth's orbital path.
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An NK-Class self-replicating material scenario caused by the uncontrolled release of SCP-███. Additionally, he claimed to have knowledge of how to break SCP-███ out of its containment in Site-██ as well as a method by which SCP-███'s effects could be duplicated.
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A CK-Class restructuring scenario that would result in every civilisation that emerged outside of the African continent prior to 1801 being erased from history. Information supplied by D-5674-3 resulted [DATA EXPUNGED], which has now been contained as SCP-████.
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Notes: D-5674-3 is currently working with Foundation scientists on a modified version of his proposed "Gravity Lance", for potential use in deflecting Earth-hazardous asteroids.
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Experiment 015
+Subject: D-7466-7
+Test: Exposure to a random selection of 50 SCP-3600 characters.
+Result: D-7466-7 immediately began seizing, and soon after entered a coma-like state. MRI scans show significant neurological trauma. D-7466-7 did not recover and was terminated after 2 months of observation.
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Experiment 017
+Subject: D-6752-1
+Test: Exposure to a random selection of 50 SCP-3600 characters, one per day, over the course of 50 days.
+Result: Following the third day, D-6752-1 reported an awareness of an exponentially increasing number of scenarios. D-6752-1 began to display signs of depression following the 11th exposure. After the 22nd exposure, suggestions of a desire to construct an instance of SCP-3600-2 were noted by research staff. Following exposure of the 35th character in the test set, D-6752-1 displayed signs of significant mental degradation and, following exposure to the 40th character, entered a catatonic state in which she recited details on various scenarios in a monotone voice without pause for 325 hours, before expiring from exhaustion.
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Experiment 027
+Subject: D-3453-9
+Test: Exposure to 3600-81-C3, with intention to allow partial construction of any anomalous technology.
+Result: See Recovery Log entry SCP-3600-2-B
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Experiment 037
+Subject: D-5768-4
+Test: Exposure to 3600-1-A1 through 3600-20-A1 sequentially, with 2 days between each exposure.
+Result: Following exposure to 3600-15-A1, D-5768-4 began to show symptoms of anxiety and depression. He claimed to have knowledge of 68 separate K-Class scenarios. Following the conclusion of the test, D-5768-4 claimed knowledge of 93 separate K-Class scenarios, and was additionally showing symptoms of emotional detachment and disassociation.
+Addendum: 2 weeks after the conclusion of Experiment 037, D-5768-4 was caught attempting to steal a quartz crystal, used as a paper weight, from the office of █████ ███████. A search of his cell revealed multiple stolen items to which D-5768-4 later confessed were to be components in an instance of SCP-3600-2. Based on his description it is unlikely that he would have been able to complete the device with the resources available to him. A restriction on the number of characters a single individual can be exposed to has been implemented.
Discovery Notes
+SCP-3600 was discovered during an archaeological dig ██km outside of ████. The Foundation became aware of SCP-3600 after the loss of contact with the archaeological team and subsequent civilian investigation; of the 14 original team members, 11 were dead,2 two were in a coma and severely dehydrated, and one was missing. A further █ Foundation personnel were lost as casualties before the nature of SCP-3600 became known.
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The missing team member from the dig was tracked and found six weeks later, along with a partially constructed instance of SCP-3600-2.3 He was terminated by Foundation personnel when he became violent during apprehension.
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Archaeological digs in sites potentially pertaining to ████████ culture are to be monitored by Foundation assets for potential instances of SCP-3600-1.
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Addendum: 6 months following Incident 3600-01, Senior Researcher R████ was apprehended trying to remove SCP-████ from containment. An investigation revealed a warehouse rented by Dr R████ under a pseudonym in which a large, complex device was found.4 Psychological analysis of Dr R████ revealed signs of severe depression and disassociation, which failed to show up in post-incident checkups. See Interview Transcript 04353-A for Interview and Incident 3600-02 transcript.
Director C█████████: Tell me about the device, ████████. Why… why would you build something like that?
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Dr R████: What do you want me to say, ████? That I did it for the good of the Foundation? Scientific curiosity, that I was compelled?
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Director C█████████: Come on, R████! You know what happens next! Ten minutes from now they're going to stick you in a box and you'll probably never see the outside of it again! I just… I need to know why.
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Dr R████: Why? You know the kinds of shit we deal with every day. The things we've seen, the things we've supposedly contained, they don't even scratch the surface! Do you know how many of these… these… these K-Class scenarios I've got in my head? Dozens, maybe hundreds!
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Director C█████████: Why didn't you say something? We could have helped you.
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Dr R████ laughs sharply
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Dr R████: How? The amnestics didn't work. And that's basically the only tool we have here isn't it. Lock it up or make everyone forget it was there in the first place. The Foundation, the grand arbiters of what should and shouldn't be known.
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Director C█████████: We keep people safe, dammit! You know that! You used to believe that!
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Dr R████ speaks quietly.
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Dr R████: Now I know better…
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Dr R████: Do you know how many of these scenarios will trigger, within a year, if we just wait? No fancy devices, no breached containment. We just sit here and the end will come. And when it does, you'll wish you'd let me finish that thing! I bet you've already got it locked up in some room downstairs, desperately trying to work out what it does. Who's working on it? █████████, █████? The world will have ended three times over before they learn anything.
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Director C█████████: My God, ████████, have you lost your mind?! The reason we do what we do, the reason the Foundation exists is to stop the things you're describing! The world continues because we don't just sit here and wait! Tell us what these things are, and we'll stop them!
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Dr R████: You can't stop what's coming. Not all of it. And when it happens, in those last moments, you'll understand why I built the device. It would have been quick, painless. What's coming won't be.
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Dr R████ pauses briefly, and sighs.
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Dr R████: I didn't want to have to do it this way. It's not as clean or simple as I would have liked. But you've left me little choice. I'm sorry, ████.
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Director C█████████: What? What are you ta-
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Dr R████ stands up.
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[WARNING, ACTIVE MEMETIC HAZARD DETECTED. PURGING AFFECTED CONTENT]
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Director C█████████ collapses to the ground and begins seizing.
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Dr R████: This won't be pretty. Certainly not for anyone nearby. But it will get the job done, and it's still better than the alternatives.
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Dr R████ takes a pen from Director C█████████'s jacket and begins forcefully scoring symbols into the skin of the Director's arm. A few seconds later the door is kicked open by response teams.
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Agent ██████: Stop what you're doing! Down the grou-
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[WARNING, ACTIVE MEMETIC HAZARD DETECTED. PURGING AFFECTED CONTENT]
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Response team members collapse and begin seizing.
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Dr R████ is silent for the remainder of the log, while he continues to mark symbols on various parts of Director C█████████'s body. 47 seconds later an incendiary device can be seen rolling through the door. Recording equipment is destroyed.
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[END LOG]
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Director C█████████ and Dr R████ were both pronounced dead following the incident. Research into the origin of the memetic agent used by Dr R████ is ongoing. The symbols being carved into the Directors skin were consistent with those found on SCP-███. Effects of inscribing them onto the skin of a living subject is unknown. Research ongoing.
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Following this incident all subjects exposed to SCP-3600 for tests, including those conducted as part of Project Theia, are to remain in Class 3 memetic quarantine until the nature of the knowledge granted to them can be confirmed to contain no memetic, infohazardous or cognitohazard dangers.
Following the incidents involving Former Researcher Dr ████████ R████ and after analysing the data acquired from test subjects after exposure to SCP-3600, it has been decided by the O5 Council that the value of the information that can be extracted from 3600 far outweighs the risk associated with the process.
+To that end, Project Theia has been formed with the following goals:
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To document individually each scenario of which exposure to SCP-3600 confers knowledge.
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To map each scenario to its corresponding character or characters in SCP-3600.
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To research the origins of SCP-3600 and SCP-3600-1 in an attempt to determine if more examples of SCP-3600 exist undiscovered.
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This will undoubtedly take time; conservative estimates based on the multiplicative nature of SCP-3600 exposure put the number of potential scenarios to be documented in the millions. By necessity, progress will be slow. But the information to be gained here may mean the difference between the continuation of human life and the extinction of everything we strive to protect.
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Test Brief
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As documented in early test cases and Incident 3600-01, there are certain risks associated with SCP-3600 exposure. In order to mitigate those risks, the following restrictions are placed on subjects being exposed to SCP-3600.
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Under no circumstances are test subjects to be exposed to more than 25 individual characters of SCP-3600, until such time as the risk of severe neurological trauma and significant psychological issues can be mitigated or avoided entirely.
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No test subject shall be exposed to more than one character of SCP-3600 per week, and not until all scenarios of which they currently have knowledge have been documented.
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Following the 10th exposure (and completion of subsequent documentation), test subjects may request to be transferred out of Project Theia. Those wishing to continue their participation in the project must submit to rigorous psychological analysis following each exposure to in order to screen for potential psychological issues that might arise as a result. Additionally, the time between each exposure is increased to a minimum of 2 weeks.
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Should a test subject begin displaying any psychological changes as a result of SCP-3600 exposure, or should they reach the allotted limit of 25 exposures, they are to be transferred out of Project Theia following the completion of relevant documentation.
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These steps are intended to reduce the risk of neurological trauma to subjects, and to prevent any significant personality changes in subjects that might cause them to try and put their acquired knowledge to use. To that end, the following restrictions are additionally placed upon potential test subjects:
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The subject must have no history of significantly traumatic events, and must display no signs of depression, suicidal ideation, sociopathy, psychopathy, or any other psychological condition that might disqualify them from participation as determined by Project Theia psychologists.
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The subject must possess a level of education no higher than that of a typical graduate of the American high school system.
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The subject must score at least an 8.5 on the Reinmann-Klashkoff Emotional Stability Test.
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Foundation personnel are automatically disqualified at this time.
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Due to the obvious limitations imposed by these restrictions on the number of viable candidates to be found within the D-Class personnel pool, proposals for subjects from alternate sources are currently being considered.
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Progress Report
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As of ██/██/201█, individual exposure of 2.7% of the characters on SCP-3600-1 has been completed. When factoring in Compound Scenarios,5 Project Theia has documented over 5,000 potential K-Class scenarios. In addition, information provided by Project Theia has resulted in the containment of █ SCP objects, and the development of █ new pieces of technology currently being tested for potential defensive use.
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Further access restricted. For full access to Project Theia documentation, please contact your Site Administrator.
To date, the construction of 3 instances of SCP-3600-2 have been documented.
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SCP-3600-2-A: Recovered ██/██/200█
+Design Notes: Four identical devices in similar stages of construction designed to accept large amounts of input material, connected to large chimney structures, and one device superficially resembling a jet engine oriented with its exhaust pointed upwards.
+Functionality: The four devices with chimneys, through an anomalous process currently under investigation, are able to break down input material and convert it into a currently unidentified gaseous substance which is then vented into the atmosphere. The turbine-like device appears to be some form of plasma generator designed to fire a continuous stream of plasma into the atmosphere. It is theorised that activating the turbine would cause significant damage to itself and the surrounding area, meaning its operation time would be short.
+Notes: Testing of the gaseous substance revealed it to be highly explosive when exposed to high-energy plasma particles, though it showed no reaction when in contact with flame or electrical charges. It is theorised that if enough of the gas was pumped into the atmosphere6 the plasma from the turbine would be sufficient to cause a chain reaction, functionally igniting the atmosphere of the planet and resulting in an XK-Class end-of-the-world scenario.
+Current Status: Disassembled. Parts stored in the Secure Containment Vault at Site-██ pending further analysis of anomalous properties.
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SCP-3600-2-B: Constructed in Foundation custody.
+Design Notes: 12 interlocking rings assembled in an 8-meter diameter spherical formation, connected to a mechanical system designed to allow each ring to rotate freely on each axis. A number of similar electronic components attached at various points around each ring.
+Functionality: Based on the design and description of intended effect, this is an apparent attempt to recreate SCP-319.
+Notes: Construction and subsequent activation of this device would have resulted in a ZK-Class reality failure scenario, assuming it functioned as intended. Of note is that D-3453-9 made no mention of the anomalous mineral samples found in SCP-319 at any point during construction.
+Status: Disassembled. Parts sent to Site-319 for analysis.
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SCP-3600-2-C: Recovered ██/██/201█
+Design Notes: A highly complex device combining a variety of purely theoretical and previously unknown technologies. Operation and functionality impossible to determine from visual analysis alone.
+Functionality: Apparently designed to neutralise, invert, or otherwise interfere with the force of gravity on a per-atom basis throughout local space, to an estimated range of 1.6AU.
+Notes: All knowledge on the functionality of SCP-3600-2-C was gained from logs and documents recovered from the scene. Unable to theorise on the exact results of activating the device, though it would almost certainly end in a CK-Class restructuring of reality in which the Earth and the Sun no longer exist as physical objects. Of particular concern is that the device was apparently complete at the time of recovery, with the exception of an empty slot obviously designed to contain SCP-████.
+Status: Disassembled piece by piece and documented over the course of 2 years. Each piece individually destroyed.
The following file describes an anomaly pertaining to Project BLACK CREVASSE. Information on BLACK CREVASSE is on a need-to-know basis only.
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SCP-3614-2, photographed during descent
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Item #: SCP-3614
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: Due to the immovable nature of SCP-3614-1, it is to remain at its site of discovery. Containment teams have established a 4 km perimeter around SCP-3614-1; civilian traffic is to be rerouted under the guise of a cover story alleging military operations in the area.
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Area-31Ω has been established around SCP-3614-1 to carry out exploration of SCP-3614-Prime. Only D-class may enter SCP-3614-Prime with Level 4/3614 permissions.
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SCP-3614-2 is to be kept in a standard low-security containment locker. Testing on SCP-3614-2 and access to the information contained within can only be done with Level 5/3614 approval.
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The Overseer Council is investigating the credibility of Document 3614-B, which was recovered from SCP-3614-2 upon its discovery on 2/27/2019. In addition, the Foundation is attempting communication with SCP-3614-Prime to gain more information regarding potential anomalous influences on consensus reality. However, current temporal models, namely the Ogundimu-Zhang hypothesis, estimate chances of success to be low: approximately 1 out of 10 ✕ 10100.
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Description: SCP-3614 designates a set of three extra-temporal anomalies.
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SCP-3614-1 is a conic area of space in Toole County, Utah, United States. The anomaly is approximately 500 meters in height and 2 meters in width at its base, tapering towards its top. SCP-3614-1 appears as a distinct visual distortion of the surrounding area, taking on a prominent crystalline-like appearance and texture. SCP-3614-1 has been reported by on-site personnel to emit a high-pitched noise akin to that of wind blowing.
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All matter that enters SCP-3614-1 will be transported to a space-time anomaly designated SCP-3614-Prime. The SCP-3614-Prime anomaly appears effectively identical to Earth; however, numerous aspects of it are inconsistent with those in the baseline reality, as documented below. It is unknown if these deviations extend beyond the SCP-3614-Prime version of Earth, or if they are confined to the planet.
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SCP-3614-1 was unintentionally created during preliminary tests of Project BLACK CREVASSE, a Foundation initiative headed by O5-1 and O5-13. Following the discovery of SCP-3614-Prime and failure of initial experiments, O5-1 discontinued BLACK CREVASSE on 6/21/2018. Further information is in Document 3614-A: BLACK CREVASSE Project Brief.
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SCP-3614-2 is an ellipsoidal metallic capsule originating from SCP-3614-Prime. Dimensions are approximately 1.3 by 2.8 meters. Analysis has revealed that SCP-3614-2 is comprised of non-anomalous steel along with several other substances unknown to modern science. Further examination of SCP-3614-2 has revealed that it contains an electronic terminal interface similar to those used by the Foundation, from which Document 3614-B was recovered.
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SCP-3614-2 was first seen emerging from the top end of SCP-3614-1 on 2/27/2019. Full emergence from SCP-3614-1 took 3 minutes and 21 seconds. After emergence, SCP-3614-2 traveled 264 meters due west via an unknown means of propulsion and crash-landed in the nearby desert. To date, this is the only observed occurrence of contact from SCP-3614-Prime.
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Investigation of recovered materials from SCP-3614-Prime has revealed that it exhibits the following critical divergences from baseline reality:
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Advanced technology beyond the capabilities of currently understood science
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Different socio-cultural trends throughout history, including increased globalization in the 20th century and overall reduced rates of nationalism, isolationism, etc.
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The non-existence or otherwise historical displacement of numerous events and time periods of the prime timeline (see Addendum 3614-1)
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The SCP Foundation revealing its existence to the public in the early 21st century, acting as a global agency with significant influence in the governments of all world powers
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Most notably, the absence of all sapient life within SCP-3614-Prime
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Addendum 3614-1: Major Observed Temporal Deviations
DISCLAIMER: The following table has been redacted for brevity.
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SCP-3614-Prime
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First Crusade
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1095 CE - 1099 CE. Pope Urban II reclaims Jerusalem from the Fatimad Caliphate. Victory incites continued religious conflicts in the area until the late 13th century.
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1095 CE - 1098 CE. Pope Urban II does not capture Jerusalem. Status quo ante bellum.
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Fall of the Inca Empire
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1532 CE - 1572 CE. The arrival of Spanish conquistadors in South America has a catastrophic effect on the Inca population, resulting in a population decline ratio of 58:1 between 1520 - 1571. Results in the fall of the Inca empire in 1572.
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Does not occur. Both parties develop a mutually beneficial relationship with natives. Inca Empire persists for two more centuries.
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Existence of the Congo Free State
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1885 CE - 1908 CE. Belgian King Leopold II claims most of the Congo basin at the Berlin Conference. Natives suffer from disease, famine, and violence at the hands of Leopold's regime.
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Does not occur.
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Cambodian Civil War
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1968 CE - 1975 CE. The Communist Party of Kampuchea overthrows the incumbent Khmer Republic, establishing the state of Democratic Kampuchea. Cambodian Genocide begins after Kampuchea victory. Total population loss amounts to 1.671 - 1.871 million.
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1968 CE - 1971 CE. The Communist Party of Kampuchea loses the war. Cambodian Genocide does not occur.
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Democracy Wall Movement
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1978 CE - 1979 CE. Thousands of Chinese protesters put up pro-democracy posters on a long wall in Xidan Street, Beijing. Results in a brief period of liberalization in the People's Republic of China.
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1978 CE. Approx. 926 Beijing citizens are reported abducted over the course of the twelve months following the discovery of the posters. Discussion of these abductions is highly censored for many years after.
The following is a collection of archived correspondence between Dr. Liu Zhang and Dr. Adebiyi Ogundimu, Project Co-leads on SCP-3614.
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DATE: 1/16/2019
+TO: Dr. Liu Zhang <tni.pcs|gnahzl#tni.pcs|gnahzl>
+FROM: Dr. Adebiyi Ogundimu <tni.pcs|umidnugoa#tni.pcs|umidnugoa>
+SUBJECT: Prelim. observations
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Preliminary explorations have been completed. I can safely say there's no sign of sentient life in 3614-Prime. Looks like we're dealing with another "crapsack" world, if you mind the informal language. Nothing unique.
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DATE: 1/16/2019
+TO: Dr. Adebiyi Ogundimu <tni.pcs|umidnugoa#tni.pcs|umidnugoa>
+FROM: Dr. Liu Zhang <tni.pcs|gnahzl#tni.pcs|gnahzl>
+SUBJECT: RE: Prelim. observations
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Your observations have been noted. I think we can agree that we should designate SCP-3614 as a low-priority assignment for the time being. We have more important issues on our hands.
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DATE: 1/20/2019
+TO: Dr. Liu Zhang <tni.pcs|gnahzl#tni.pcs|gnahzl>
+FROM: Dr. Adebiyi Ogundimu <tni.pcs|umidnugoa#tni.pcs|umidnugoa>
+SUBJECT: Further observations
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My team and I have been conducting further explorations into 3614-Prime. I'm well aware that you have designated it as low-priority, but I still think you will find this interesting.
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From what we can determine, the basic laws of science still apply inside there. Hume levels are practically normal. So we can rule out Prime being a parallel/pocket dimension. This is a full-on alternate timeline we're dealing with here, Level I on the Tegmark scale. Given the condition of Prime, this raises an important question: how did it become the way it is?
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DATE: 1/25/2019
+TO: Dr. Liu Zhang <tni.pcs|gnahzl#tni.pcs|gnahzl>
+FROM: Dr. Adebiyi Ogundimu <tni.pcs|umidnugoa#tni.pcs|umidnugoa>
+SUBJECT: New findings
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We've figured out what the facility on the other side of 3614-1 is. It's a Foundation site.
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Specifically, Site-82. For whatever reason, they finished construction over there. This opens a whole new realm of information we can glean from Prime. If they've built Site-82, then that means they probably gave BLACK CREVASSE the green light too. God knows what happened after that.
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I don't know how much you know, but I was never really briefed on BLACK CREVASSE back when it was a thing. This was in spite of the fact that the hypothesis the O5 Council decided to source for their uses is partly named after me. Personally, I would have appreciated being let in on it a little more.
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I digress. We need to investigate this further.
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DATE: 1/26/2019
+TO: Dr. Adebiyi Ogundimu <tni.pcs|umidnugoa#tni.pcs|umidnugoa>
+FROM: Dr. Liu Zhang <tni.pcs|gnahzl#tni.pcs|gnahzl>
+SUBJECT: RE: New findings
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Believe me, there was really nothing to know about. BLACK CREVASSE was nothing more than a set of ideas, only in the realm of the hypothetical. Looking back, it was never meant to be. At least, in our world.
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Maybe we could learn more about what could have been. Report on what you find there.
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DATE: 2/14/2019
+TO: Dr. Liu Zhang <tni.pcs|gnahzl#tni.pcs|gnahzl>
+FROM: Dr. Adebiyi Ogundimu <tni.pcs|umidnugoa#tni.pcs|umidnugoa>
+SUBJECT: RE: RE: New findings
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We've found information regarding BLACK CREVASSE in Site-82 from archived server data. It's confirmed my suspicions; it seems like they've moved forward with it over there. The most recent legible document we could find details the cessation of preliminary testing. But after that, it just stops.
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That's not the whole story, though.
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We've found other documents on another Foundation project called LIGHT EMPATH. They're highly corrupted, but from what we can gather, LIGHT EMPATH was put into operation as soon as BLACK CREVASSE ended. What we can decipher is… intriguing. The temporal models it presents are incredibly complex, far beyond anything we have developed. From our point of view, it seems like madness. But from theirs… maybe it's something else entirely.
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DATE: 2/17/2019
+TO: Dr. Liu Zhang <tni.pcs|gnahzl#tni.pcs|gnahzl>
+FROM: Dr. Adebiyi Ogundimu <tni.pcs|umidnugoa#tni.pcs|umidnugoa>
+SUBJECT: Something strange
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Things don't quite make sense.
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In all other documents we've recovered so far, there's nothing that could explain what happened to Prime. No distress signals, no containment breaches, nothing. It's like Site-82 is frozen in time. Something about this doesn't feel right.
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I propose postponing all exploration of Prime until further notice.
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DATE: 2/25/2019
+TO: Dr. Liu Zhang <tni.pcs|gnahzl#tni.pcs|gnahzl>
+FROM: Dr. Adebiyi Ogundimu <tni.pcs|umidnugoa#tni.pcs|umidnugoa>
+SUBJECT: A thought
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Last night, I had a nightmare.
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It was the kind that you don't remember. The kind in which all the fear, so clear and present just heartbeats ago, vanishes as soon as you open your eyes. Whatever it was, it got me thinking. And the first thing my racing brain thought of, as I lied in bed covered in sweat, was the same thing I've been thinking of almost constantly for the past few weeks.
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3614-Prime is a dead world. Never in any of our explorations have we seen anything even resembling any form of life. Yet all the information is still there. Books. Maps. Even the Internet still works in there. And never have we ever discovered a single piece of information that gave any background to how it became this way.
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Something doesn't quite add up.
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I lied in bed, ruminating on this for hours. Then I realized something.
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I think we've been peering through the looking glass so much that we've gotten tunnel vision.
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3614-1 is a one-way window to another world. Another timeline, a different history, where all sapient life is dead. That is what it looks like from our side.
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What if we've been looking through from the wrong side?
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DATE: 2/26/2019
+TO: Dr. Liu Zhang <tni.pcs|gnahzl#tni.pcs|gnahzl>
+FROM: Dr. Adebiyi Ogundimu <tni.pcs|umidnugoa#tni.pcs|umidnugoa>
+SUBJECT: I know now.
Project Aim: To create a convenient means of travel to and from determinative sets outside of normal temporal progression as understood by conventional science.
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Project Leads: O5-1, O5-13
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Attached Notice from O5-1: The Overseer Council has deemed it necessary to formulate a secondary contingency plan for potential world-ending threats when the use of SCP-2000 is impossible. Considering the recent hypothesis proposed by Dr. Adebiyi Ogundimu and Dr. Liu Zhang, the Overseer Council has created a viable proposal.
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Over the course of the past twenty years, the number of Red- and Black-level threats has increased by an estimate of █ - ██%. This, coupled with, the overall increase of anomalies discovered by the Foundation, has created a significant threat to consensus reality.
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We must not rely on lesser failsafes to ensure the continuity of consensus reality. Instead, we must take a proactive hand in changing it. If achieved, Project BLACK CREVASSE will provide us with a true reset button. While SCP-2000 sows the seeds of a new beginning on a scorched earth, BLACK CREVASSE will ensure that such an earth will never exist.
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Most work on BLACK CREVASSE will take place in the future Site-82 after it has finished construction. Monitor your local communication channels for further information.
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OFFICIAL NOTICE FROM OVERSEER COUNCIL 6/21/2018: Following development of preliminary models, further construction of Site-82 and all activity regarding Project BLACK CREVASSE are to be suspended indefinitely.
The following information was recovered from the electronic interface found on SCP-3614-2.
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DISCLAIMER: The following document is subject to an extensive investigation by the O5 Council to determine the credibility of its contents. The following information is not verified as truthful and may be misleading or completely false.
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scp-001.pdf
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Item #: SCP-001
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+Object Class: Apollyon
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-001 is currently uncontainable. Contact with SCP-001 must be avoided, with the exception of Project LIGHT EMPATH Initiative 14-Phi-B. All attempts of contact from SCP-001 are to be ignored. More information to follow.
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Project LIGHT EMPATH Initiative 14-Phi-B: The contents of this file, along with Document 001-8672A, are to be sent to SCP-001 via Project LIGHT EMPATH to establish one-way communication with SCP-001.
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Description: SCP-001 is a determinative set. Divergence from the prime timeline is hypothesized to have occurred within 10 years of 3000 BCE. Project LIGHT EMPATH has revealed that SCP-001 is under the influence of numerous anomalous social, economic, and cultural trends that have not been observed in any other determinative set. It is hypothesized this is due to a hostile entity or phenomenon currently exerting control over the inhabitants of SCP-001. The effects of SCP-001 are currently spreading throughout all other determinative sets at an unknown rate. The vector of infection is unknown.
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Refer to Document 001-8672A for more details.
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Addendum 001-1: Document 001-8672A
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This document is intended for the eyes of:
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O5-1: REAL NAME [DATA EXPUNGED PER ORDER OF O5-1]
+O5-2: REAL NAME [DATA EXPUNGED PER ORDER OF O5-2]
+O5-3: REAL NAME [DATA EXPUNGED PER ORDER OF O5-3]
+O5-4: REAL NAME [DATA EXPUNGED PER ORDER OF O5-4]
+O5-5: REAL NAME [DATA EXPUNGED PER ORDER OF O5-5]
+O5-6: REAL NAME [DATA EXPUNGED PER ORDER OF O5-6]
+O5-7: REAL NAME [DATA EXPUNGED PER ORDER OF O5-7]
+O5-8: REAL NAME [DATA EXPUNGED PER ORDER OF O5-8]
+O5-9: REAL NAME [DATA EXPUNGED PER ORDER OF O5-9]
+O5-10: REAL NAME [DATA EXPUNGED PER ORDER OF O5-10]
+O5-11: REAL NAME [DATA EXPUNGED PER ORDER OF O5-11]
+O5-12: REAL NAME [DATA EXPUNGED PER ORDER OF O5-12]
+O5-13: REAL NAME [DATA EXPUNGED PER ORDER OF O5-13]
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To the O5 Council,
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Fear dominates your lives.
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The nature of your reality instills its most primal forms you as you deal with the horrors you contain, going to sleep every night knowing that it might be your final night on Earth. You pursued what you call Project BLACK CREVASSE to escape this constant fear, yet it was not meant to be. Your attempts at finding a better reality, free of the horrors you must deal with on a daily basis, were all met with failure. We know why they failed. In this document, we will tell you why.
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Five years ago, we launched Project LIGHT EMPATH: an attempt to catalog as many determinative sets, as a contingency plan if something went irreversibly wrong in ours. It was born out of Project BLACK CREVASSE; without it, we would not have sufficiently advanced technology to carry out such a monumental task. LIGHT EMPATH had cataloged 10100 different timelines before you reached out with BLACK CREVASSE. What we discovered scared us.
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Out of 10100 determinative sets, 10100 possible realities that could blossom forth from the seeds of time, your reality was different. Your technology was thousands of years behind even the most primitive timeline we had encountered up to that point. The horrors you hear of every day, be it war, disease, or famine, while still present in ours, are rampant in yours. They are anomalies of your world.
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You are living in a dystopia worse than any of us could have ever dreamed of.
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What we are about to say will upset you, but we must tell you. We at least owe you that much. When we discovered you, our first instinct was not to save you. It was not to help you reach your true potential. It was not to reach a helping hand out, to pull you out of this dark pit you live in.
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It was to run.
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We couldn't run. So we hid. LIGHT EMPATH sealed our reality off, made your attempts at finding us show you an empty world that is a mere afterimage of ours devoid of any sign of humanity. We deliberately made it impossible for you to find us or contact us. BLACK CREVASSE was not a failure. In fact, it was too successful for its own good. Your failed efforts at finding a beacon of hope, a light cutting through the bleakness of the abyss, are not because there is nothing out there.
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They failed because we willed it not to be.
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Our world at large has been living in an unprecedented era of peace and technological advancement for the last two centuries. Meanwhile, yours has undergone the same cycle of trying to build a better future, only to give way to strife and chaos again and again. You are destined never to make any real progress. While we live in the safety of our houses, look upon our fellow citizens and smile at them with trust and care, we can only say this to you, our fallen brethren:
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We're so sorry.
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Secure. Contain. Protect.
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This document has been electronically signed by:
+O5-1
+O5-2
+O5-3
+O5-4
+O5-5
+O5-6
+O5-7
+O5-8
+O5-9
+O5-10
+O5-11
+O5-12
+O5-13
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-368 has not yet warranted any need for containment. Though it has the movement patterns and behavior common to a normal bird, neither it nor any of its copies (see Addendum) have shown any desire to migrate from the offices in which they are stored.
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Description: SCP-368 is an animated origami crane folded from ornate, heavy-stock paper. Left to its own devices, it will perch, preen, fly from platform to platform, groom, and occasionally construct a makeshift nest out of nearby office supplies. It responds to human touch affectionately, much as a domesticated bird would. The item's demeanor is, on the whole, friendly, and it has been observed to perch on the shoulders of various SCP personnel. Though the item needs no source of nourishment, it appears to "sleep" at night in that it places its head under its wing. Studying the physical properties of SCP-368 has proven difficult: the item seems to interpret attempts to capture or contain it as a game and has displayed considerable agility and resourcefulness in evading even the most focused attempts at containment. How SCP-368 stays airborne and maintains its stability while airborne are still not known.
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History: SCP-368 was discovered in an office building in ████████, Japan, in 19██. ███ ████ (now employed as [14-1158]), a former employee at the aforementioned building, found the item in a closet full of office supplies. Upon discovery of SCP-368, 14-1158 managed to gain its trust in order to move it to a more secure location. Psychological evaluations of 14-1158 indicated her to be of sufficient mental stability and acuity to warrant a position within the SCP organization.
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Cross-SCP Warnings: It is recommended that SCP-368 be isolated from SCP-529 and SCP-530, as contact will almost certainly alarm all three SCP's.
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Addendum 0-22: On ██/██/20██, while housed in Research Sector 15, SCP-368 began displaying unusual behavior. Instead of its normal routine of human interaction, grooming, and play, it began hovering over a photocopier (serial number ██████████), "flattening" itself whenever SCP personnel approached. Dr. █████ ██████ ([19-1425]) placed SCP-368 into the photocopier and made a copy, upon which another sheet of paper of identical pattern but different hue emerged from the copier and promptly folded itself a shape mimicking that of the original. SCP-368 and the new specimen (referred to as SCP-368α) resumed usual behavior. Since then SCP-368 has displayed similar behavior at intervals varying between two and four years, while the copies have shown no such behavior. Though initially Overseer O-█ disallowed any employee from aiding in the reproduction of SCP-368, and Dr. █████ ██████ was reprimanded for his action, remarkably high employee morale at Research Sector 15 led to the introduction of the progeny of SCP-368 at further SCP facilities.
Special Containment Procedures: Mobile Task Force Iota-10 (“Damn Feds”) is to monitor civilian police department records worldwide for unsolved homicide, assault, or stalking cases that could indicate SCP-3720 activity. If SCP-3720-1 is confirmed to be targeting an individual, said individual is to be taken into protective Foundation custody. If possible, SCP-3720-1 manifestations should be non-lethally subdued and taken in for interrogation.
Archived Special Containment Procedures: Site-121’s daily perimeter patrols and security are to be doubled from the standard of a Site containing primarily Safe-class anomalies. All delivery crews entering Site-121 are to undergo additional screening before being allowed through Site-121’s main gate. When a manifestation of SCP-3720-1 is detected on Site-121 grounds, Site-121 is to initiate Lockdown Procedure LONGSHORE (“Uninvited Guest”), and security personnel should attempt to capture SCP-3720-1 alive for interrogation. If nonlethal takedown is impractical or impossible, security personnel are authorized to use deadly force. Patrol routes are to be reconfigured on a bi-weekly basis.
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Description: SCP-3720 refers to the phenomena wherein an individual will be targeted for murder by SCP-3720-1. SCP-3720-1 manifests as a middle-aged Caucasian male, and exhibits no anomalous traits or abilities apart from its ability to spontaneously manifest and demanifest at will. SCP-3720-1 typically manifests wearing some form of civilian clothing appropriate with the region it appears in, and carrying various tools and weapons to help it locate, confront, and kill its target, hereafter referred to as SCP-3720-2. See Addendum 3720-01 for details regarding SCP-3720-1 activities.
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If SCP-3720-1 is killed before killing SCP-3720-2, its remains and belongings will demanifest after several minutes, and a new manifestation of SCP-3720-1 will appear after one to three weeks within the approximate vicinity of SCP-3720-2. This new manifestation will continue to attempt to kill SCP-3720-2, apparently retaining the knowledge and experience of its previous iterations. Once SCP-3720-2 is dead, either through SCP-3720-1’s direct action or other causes, SCP-3720-1 will manifest elsewhere in the world after an extend period of time, targeting a new individual.
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SCP-3720 first came to the Foundation’s attention after SCP-3720-1 began periodically assaulting Site-121 in 2005. Since its discovery, SCP-3720 is believed to be responsible for anywhere from 7 to ██ deaths worldwide.
Note: As many of SCP-3720-1’s incursions involved avoiding security patrols and surveillance equipment, concrete footage and eyewitness accounts were not always available. As such, the “Reconstructed Events” portion of these logs is merely the forensics team’s leading theory as to what occurred based on environmental context and whatever footage and eyewitness accounts were available.
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Manifestation #: 1
+Date: 07/12/2005
+Reconstructed Events: SCP-3720-1 blockades the main road leading to Site-121 using a fallen tree, forcing an inbound delivery truck to a stop. SCP-3720-1 incapacitates the lightly-armed delivery crew, leaving them unconscious on the side of the road. Stealing a uniform and ID, SCP-3720-1 commandeers the truck and attempts to pose as a deliveryman at Site-121’s gates. SCP-3720-1 is allowed to enter, but is recognized as an impostor by the loading bay staff. Security is alerted, and SCP-3720-1 is terminated while trying to flee. Upon its corpse demanifesting, entity is designated SCP-3720 and presumed neutralized.
+Site-121 Security Updates: Gate security staff reprimanded for failing to closely scrutinize the presented credentials. Delivery crews en route to Site-121 are now accompanied by two (2) armed security staff.
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Manifestation #: 2
+Date: 07/20/2005
+Reconstructed Events: SCP-3720-1 attempts to cut a hole in Site-121’s perimeter fence using a pair of bolt cutters. SCP-3720-1 is spotted by border patrols during this activity, and is terminated while attempting to flee. Upon demanifestation, SCP-3720 is reclassified as Euclid.
+Site-121 Security Updates: Perimeter security staff increased by 50% in anticipation of further incursions.
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Manifestation #: 5
+Date: 09/01/2005
+Reconstructed Events: Just after nightfall, SCP-3720-1 ambushes and incapacitates two border patrol officers using hand-to-hand combat and a small cattle prod. SCP-3720-1 cuts a hole in Site-121’s perimeter fence and proceeds deeper into the site on foot. SCP-3720-1 is spotted on camera unsuccessfully attempting to enter the Staff Dormitories’ front entrance. Security personnel are dispatched, and SCP-3720-1 is terminated while attempting to engage the response team using the aforementioned cattle prod.
+Site-121 Security Updates: Chain-link perimeter fence reinforced with a layer of sheet metal.
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Manifestation #: 8
+Date: 11/12/2005
+Reconstructed Events: SCP-3720-1 remotely detonates a small amount of explosives in the forested area near Site-121’s eastern entrance. While the bulk of Site-121 security staff are preoccupied investigating the blast and reinforcing the eastern gate, SCP-3720-1 uses a rudimentary zipline-like device to travel over the western end of the perimeter fence. SCP-3720-1 attempts to use a makeshift shaped explosive to enter the Staff Dormitories through a wall connected to a vacant supply closet. SCP-3720-1 is killed when the shaped charge detonates prematurely, leaving the wall moderately damaged.
+Site-121 Security Updates: Staff Dormitories’ wall is repaired. Several watchtowers are constructed around Site-121’s perimeter fence. Security patrols are assigned to the Staff Dormitories’ exterior.
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Manifestation #: 12
+Date: 03/24/2006
+Reconstructed Events: SCP-3720-1 spends an indeterminate amount of time digging a small underground tunnel, approximately 80 meters in length and 1.5 meters in diameter, from the wooded area surrounding Site-121 to a maintenance tunnel directly beneath Site-121. SCP-3720-1 navigates the maintenance tunnel, using a miniaturized tranquilizer gun to incapacitate the three (3) unarmed custodial staff it encounters along the way, before ascending a stairwell to the ground floor of Site-121’s Staff Dormitories. SCP-3720-1 is recognized by Researcher ████, who uses her personal sidearm to incapacitate the entity with a shot to its left shin. Security teams are scrambled, and SCP-3720-1 is stabilized and taken into Foundation custody. See Interview Log 3720-01.
+Site-121 Security Updates: Cameras are installed in various regions of Site-121’s underground maintenance tunnels. Several members of Site-121 administration propose temporary relocation of staff living quarters to a different, more secure location.
Date: 03/24/2006
+Interviewer: Dr. Perrino
+Interviewed: SCP-3720-1
+Foreword: Following its capture at the hands of Site-121 security, SCP-3720-1 had its wounds treated and its gear confiscated, and was handcuffed and sent to an on-site interrogation room.
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<Begin log>
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Perrino: Why have you been continually attempting to infiltrate this compound? Specifically, the Staff Dormitories?
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3720-1: Was hired to kill one of your guys. S████████.
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Perrino: Hired by whom?
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3720-1: You wouldn’t know her. Kinda part of the problem, that.
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Perrino: Indulge me.
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3720-1: The name “Velkai, Ever Present and Ever Watchful” ring any bells?
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Perrino: I’m afraid not.
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3720-1: Told ya.
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Perrino: Why does this “Velkai” want S████████ dead?
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3720-1: He, ah… He broke a vase. Of hers. Well, dedicated to her.
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Perrino: And that warrants execution?
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3720-1: In my opinion? No. But Velkai likes her pottery. Doesn’t have much left.
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Perrino: Can we contact this individual?
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3720-1: She doesn’t talk to humans, aside from me. Says it’s below her.
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Perrino: Velkai is non-human, then.
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3720-1: Yup.
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Perrino: What would you describe her as?
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3720-1: Not a good word for it in our language, m’afraid.
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Perrino: Are you non-human as well?
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3720-1: I'm just as human as you are, chief.
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Perrino: Your apparent reincarnations would suggest otherwise.
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3720-1: Well, that's just part of the job.
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Perrino: I assume you’re referring to your job as an… assassin? Is that a fitting title?
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3720-1: Yup. The whole disappearin’ and reappearin’ act is just somethin' of a "new hire bonus".
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Perrino: There are others like you?
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3720-1: Other hitmen? Yeah. But none of em’s human like me, far as I know. Part of why I took the job.
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Perrino: I’m afraid I don’t follow.
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+3720-1: There’s always gonna be folks out there who want someone dead. And there’s always folks who are willin’ to make that someone dead, for the right price. Difference is how many other folks get hurt in the process, understand?
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Perrino: Somewhat. Continue, please.
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3720-1: My, uh, coworkers couldn’t give two shakes of piss about collateral damage. They ain’t human, so what do they care if some extra humans get squashed along the way?
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Perrino: And you try to avoid such collateral?
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+3720-1: Figured I made that abundantly clear. Coulda come in here guns blazin’, but I try to do things a bit more civil-like. Consider yerself lucky I got hired instead’a one of the real mean fuckers. Which brings me to my proposal.
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Perrino: And what’s that?
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3720-1: Hand over S████████, before other folks get hurt.
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Perrino: Excuse me?
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3720-1: I know it don’t sound all that appealin’. But I’ve been at this for months now. Velkai’s gettin’ impatient. She doesn’t have a lotta influence anymore, so she turned to me first, since I work real cheap. But eventually, she’s gonna save up enough to hire one of the mean fuckers instead. And that’s bad news for everyone around here.
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Perrino: We’re not going to hand over a man to be executed based on your vague threats.
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3720-1: It ain’t a threat, chief. Look, S████████’s a dead man. Don’t matter if I get him, or the next guy Velkai hires gets him. He’s marked, understand? All that’s up for debate is how many other folks gotta die in the process.
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Perrino: There’s no evidence to back up any of your claims. This could simply be a ploy to make your job easier.
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3720-1: If I wanted my job to be easy, I’d just jury-rig some chlorine gas and pump it into every building in this place. But I ain’t looking for the easy way.
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Perrino: You chose a strange line of work if you value human life this much.
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3720-1: Look, asshole, there’s always gonna be people payin’ good money to have other people killed. I can’t stop the goddamn system, so I might as well do what I can to take business away from the reckless shitheads who pick up these sorts’a contracts.
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[SCP-3720-1 sighs.]
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3720-1: My head’s startin’ to ache from stickin' around this long. Just-… just think about what I told ya, alright? My way ain’t exactly pretty, but it beats the alternative.
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[SCP-3720-1 abruptly dematerializes.]
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Addendum 3720-02: Following Interview 3720-01, it was decided that Researcher S████████ be transported to an off-site safe house to minimize the risk towards other Foundation staff while MTF Upsilon-8 ("Adherents") attempted to contact Entity of Interest 3720-1 ("Velkai"). Upsilon-8's attempts were unsuccessful, and over the course of the next several weeks, SCP-3720-1 staged multiple assaults on the safe house, all of which were thwarted by security personnel. No Foundation casualties were sustained during this time.
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On 06/03/2006, despite the lack of nearby fault lines, an earthquake (estimated magnitude: 7.0-7.5) decimated the safe house, killing Researcher S████████ and four of the six assigned security staff. The earthquake was localized entirely to the safe house and approximately 1.5 square kilometers of the surrounding forest.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3748 is to be contained in a standard containment cell, containing basic humanoid amenities downsized to SCP-3748's scale. The walls of SCP-3748's containment chamber are to be made at least five meters thick, and no open spaces are allowed within five meters of SCP-3748's cell.
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Staff who receive Level 2 authorization may speak with SCP-3748. However, potential interviewers are to be warned that SCP-3748 has an exceptionally vitriolic personalty.
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Description: SCP-3748 is a ceramic bowl containing approximately 600 Musca domestica1 cadavers. These cadavers can be removed from SCP-3748, though it expresses discomfort when this happens. SCP-3748 will regenerate at a rate of one fly every three minutes if a portion is removed.
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SCP-3748 has developed a sapient consciousness fluent in English and knows very basic Japanese. SCP-3748's primary method of communication is telepathy, where it speaks in a male Midwest American accent. This telepathy is not two-way; however, SCP-3748 has a sense of hearing despite not possessing hearing apparatuses.
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SCP-3748's primary mode of translocation is teleportation. SCP-3748 is capable of instantaneously transporting itself up to approximately 4.78 meters at a time. SCP-3748 can do this four times in a minute before showing signs of exhaustion; however, SCP-3748 has implied on multiple occasions that it could teleport itself more if it exercised.
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Discovery: SCP-3748 was created by PoI-2343 (Jacob Sherman) for his school's science fair. PoI-2343 supposedly put a piece of flypaper into a ceramic bowl, and left it outside until a great number of flies accrued in the bowl. PoI-2343 did not create SCP-3748 intentionally, and it is believed that neither PoI-2343 nor any members of his immediate family have reality-altering capabilities. The flypaper used to create SCP-3748 has not been recovered.
Interviewed: PoI-2343
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<Begin Log>
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Researcher Clemson: Hello, Jacob. How are you feeling today?
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PoI-2343: I'm doing great!
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Researcher Clemson: That's good to hear. Last month you had a science fair at your school, correct?
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PoI-2343: Yup.
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Researcher Clemson: What was your project for the science fair?
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PoI-2343: Well, I put two bowls with flypaper in them in two different places, one out in the sun, and one inside near an open window for a couple hours. I was gonna see the difference in flies collected in the bowl if the bowl was inside versus outside.
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Researcher Clemson: When did you discover the bowl's properties?
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PoI-2343: A day before the fair. I was checking up on both of the bowls to see what I caught. The bowl outside collected way more flies than the other. Way more. Anyway, I was gonna bring the outside bowl back inside, when I heard someone say, "It smells in here." It came from the bowl of dead flies.
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Researcher Clemson: What did it say to you?
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PoI-2343: Well, it really scared me. I went over to pick it up, and it said "Hey, kid, over here, give me a hand?" and "If you could get rid of this flypaper that would be great." It was weird too, it spoke without a mouth, and I heard it talking in my head. It didn't have any ears either, but it could hear me.
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PoI-2343: Anyway, I accidentally threw it off the table. Uh, then we talked for a bit after I calmed down. It said that it was a "nice and friendly" person, talked about how it got all the ladies, and how everyone thought he was the best.
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Researcher Clemson: What did you do after that?
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PoI-2343: Actually, we had a conversation about picking up girls. He told me he could be my wingman, show me the ropes on how to score one, how to be smooth and all that. I really didn't know what he was doing, but I was, and still am, an awkward high school student, so I listened. Once I got past him being, uh, odd, we actually became good friends as well, and we would have conversations with each other when nobody was looking. I didn't tell anyone about it, because I was literally asking for dating advice from a bowl of dead flies.
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Researcher Clemson: I see. Anything else of note before we acquired it?
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PoI-2343: It told me it was good at video games, so I gave it my computer so that "he could teach me." It teleported all over the keyboard and pressed a bunch of random buttons, and he used all of my items at once, and jumped off a cliff. He told me my keyboard sucked.
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Researcher Clemson: Hmm, I see. This interview is over. Thank you for cooperating, Jacob.
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PoI-2343: No problem. Where is Bernard, anyways?
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Researcher Clemson: We're checking him at the moment. You'll be reunited shortly.
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PoI-2343: Thanks, ma'am.
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: PoI-2343 was administered Class-C amnestics and released back into public.
Interviewed: SCP-3748
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SCP-3748: Hello, my good madam.
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Researcher Clemson: Good afternoon, SCP-3748. If you don't mind, I'm going to be asking you several questions.
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SCP-3748: Knock yourself out.
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Researcher Clemson: Do you know who created, or made you?
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SCP-3748: What are your hobbies?
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Researcher Clemson: SCP-3748, please answer my question.
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SCP-3748: Oh, I'm sorry. It's just a quirk of mine.
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Researcher Clemson: Maybe after you answer my questions, okay? Now, who created you, SCP-3748?
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SCP-3748: Some stupid kid. What do you do for a living?
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Researcher Clemson: I'd appreciate it if you stopped asking me questions.
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SCP-3748: Sorry, so sorry. I just wanted to get to know you better.
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Researcher Clemson: The purpose of this interview is to gain information about you. Now-
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SCP-3748:<Interrupting> Okay, wow. I was just asking you a question, and you shoot me down like that. No reason to bitch about it. Like, a simple answer would have sufficed.
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Researcher Clemson: Please be civil, SCP-3748.
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SCP-3748: It's always "SCP-3748", isn't it? Why not use my actual name, bitch? I'm trying to be respectful and all here, but then you just go and straight up fuck me over for no reason.
SCP-3748: Oh, I see. Just because I'm a bowl of flies, you think you can kick me to the curb? Leave me on the backburner, huh? Just because I'm an 'anomaly'? Well, you should go fuck yourself, bitch. Jesus, what a whore.
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Researcher Clemson: This interview is over.
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Researcher Clemson stands up
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SCP-3748: No! That was my brother! I'm actually a-
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<SCP-3748 appears to weep. Water appears to leak from the top of the bowl>
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SCP-3748: I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm a piece of shit.
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Researcher Clemson: Huh?
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SCP-3748: I'm a piece of shit that doesn't deserve to be loved. I'm only pretending to be cool to mask the fact that I'm not. People hate me, but I can't stop the act because people will hate me even more! I don't know what to do.
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<Researcher Clemson sits down>
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Researcher Clemson: Can you answer my questions now?
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SCP-3748:Sniff. Yes.
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Researcher Clemson: Do you know who created you?
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SCP-3748:Sigh. A kid. I think his name was Sherman. I lied to him that I was a hit with the ladies. Because of course I do, why else would a subhuman like me survive in this world? I'm not gonna hit it up with anyone, nobody is going to spend the time with me.
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Researcher Clemson: Stay on topic, SCP-3748.
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SCP-3748: Sorry.
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Researcher Clemson: Anyway. Do you have any memory of before you were created?
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SCP-3748: Uh… no. No. Probably was still a loser though.
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Researcher Clemson: Okay. The child said your name was Bernard, is that correct?
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SCP-3748: Yes.
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Researcher Clemson: Okay. One last question. Do you know how you are able to talk and see?
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SCP-3748: I don't know. I can see, breathe, smell, and hear perfectly. I don't know.
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<SCP-3748 appears to sob again, but less severely>
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SCP-3748: Sorry that I don't know anything.
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Researcher Clemson: It's fine. You've given us enough information. Any thing to say before I conclude this interview?
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SCP-3748: Yeah. Um… do you want to hang out sometime? Maybe grab some coffee?
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Researcher Clemson: SCP-3748, I'm marri-
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SCP-3748: Wow! Because of course you are, you raging slutbag. I even apologized and submitted myself to you and this is what you say to me? You wouldn't know chivalry if it bit you on the—
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Researcher Clemson: This interview is over.
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: For approximately 2 hours after the interview, SCP-3748 continued to yell several profanities directed towards Researcher Clemson before eventually calming down.
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NOTICE FROM THE RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION
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This file describes an anomaly set on a future date. Information was gained from anomalous phenomena.
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The decision to document a future anomaly was approved unanimously by HMCL Administration. Personnel are authorized to be cautious when activating Operation Kasum, as the true properties of SCP-3761 are uncertain.
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Secure. Contain. Protect.
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- Jane Erwin, RAISA
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Site-119, the main area for the creation of Sciuridae specimens.
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Item #: SCP-3761
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Object Class: Keter
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Special Containment Procedures: As of 09/5/1986, Operation Kasum has been enacted by order of O5-8 and will be ongoing until 07/30/2063. Operation Kasum consists of the following procedures:
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24 hours before SCP-3761 occurs, Butler County, Kansas, USA shall be deemed a no-fly zone, and all civilian access is to be denied. Civilians already present within the county are to be transported to Sedgewick County under the cover story of a natural disaster.
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Over the course of 50 years, 125,000,000 lab-grown Sciuridae specimens that are less intelligent than SCP-3761-A are to be created. These specimens are being created at over 200 Sites/Areas1, each using anomalous biotechnology to produce the specimens. Upon the appearance of SCP-3761, all of the specimens are to be released into the public for the purpose of spreading across the Earth according to plans present within Document 179-M, which should replace most of the squirrels that would participate and be killed in SCP-3761.
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Each specimen is to be placed within a Sciuridae Containment and Protection Facility (SCaPF). Each SCaPF is capable of holding 2 million squirrels indefinitely, and 30 million temporarily. Every squirrel has had Formula Class-877 Mass-Reproduction Aerosol Recipe applied to them, which causes constant fertilization of females, and would allow each specimen to gestate 6-10 offspring at once. Large amounts of squirrels are to be relocated to another SCaPF unit if the current one is full.
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The existence of SCP-3761-A's true intelligence is to be slowly introduced into the public under the guise of scientific discoveries over the course of 50 years. The stereotype that squirrels are unintelligent is to be replaced with the stereotype that squirrels are as intelligent as humans in modern culture. This will be done by inserting squirrel characters into popular television programs/movies/books that are seen as extremely smart. More information can be found within Document 818-Y.
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Mobile Task Force Tau-63 ("Vermin Supreme") is to collect any carvings within trees created by squirrels and prevent any from reaching the public, and are to transport them to Site-119 for research. Amnestics are to be administered to any civilians found to have knowledge regarding SCP-3761 and/or carvings created by SCP-3761-A.
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Extensive containment procedures are not currently necessary for SCP-3761-1, as they are currently allies with the Foundation and have agreed to not expose themselves to the public. However, SCP-3761-1 are to be monitored at all times, and are to be deterred from Kansas by any means necessary during SCP-3761.
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All squirrel based anomalies currently under Foundation control are to be heavily monitored and are to undergo revised containment procedures during SCP-3761. Personnel assigned to squirrel based anomalies are to view Document 226-U for more information.
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Site-119 has been created in Butler County, Kansas as an area for Foundation personnel to observe SCP-3761 when it occurs and for the creation of squirrel specimens. A site dossier has been sent to personnel with 2/3761 clearance by request of the Site Director of Site-119.
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After Incident-2A7, Site-119 and Site-551 Administration have unanimously voted for the secondary use of Site-551 as a research facility for anomalous entities/phenomena that are suspected to be connected to SCP-3761. Personnel with 3/3761 clearance are required to view the Site-551 Dossier for more information.
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Description: SCP-3761 is the designation for an anomalous event that will occur on 07/23/2063, which is currently theorized to be the date of an event affecting all species of Sciuridae (squirrels). SCP-3761's existence has been identified by prediction based anomalies as well as multiple texts of varying origins that show similar outcomes on the aforementioned date.
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It is currently theorized that during SCP-3761, every squirrel on Earth will dig a hole approximately .5 meters underneath their current location, in which a space-time anomaly will manifest, transporting each squirrel to .5 meters directly underneath Butler County, Kansas, USA. The squirrels will dig out of their holes, and will attack one another in an unknown manner (see SCP-3761 Documentation 3761-2). SCP-3761 will end on 07/24/2063, whereby all surviving squirrels will utilize the stated space-time anomaly to return to their original locations, and will refill the holes with dirt once they have successfully transported back.
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SCP-3761-A is the collective designation for all squirrels on Earth. It has been observed that SCP-3761-A ranks approximately an 8.9-9.1 on the FAITH scale.2 SCP-3761-A as a whole are capable of learning human languages and can communicate by carving into the bark of trees. However, squirrels have never attempted to communicate with humans, and all attempts at an interview with a squirrel have been met with failure. In extremely rare cases, it has been observed that SCP-3761-A instances are capable of verbal communication (see SCP-3761 Documentation 3761-3).
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SCP-3761-1 designates a religious group, colloquially known as the "Church of Patteeism", that practices the belief of squirrel and human equality. Members of the group include individuals of varying ethnic background and age groups. Most of SCP-3761-1's members live within an area in █████, India that it has dubbed "The Secluded Oak." Further information regarding this location is unavailable to the Foundation.3 The current leader of SCP-3761-1 is Grand Prophet Timothy Lockridge.
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A reproduction of Hand of the Trees in Greek.
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SCP-3761-1 has been observed performing rituals to appease their deity, which is referred to as "पेड़ प्राणी", or "Tree Critter". The nature of said rituals vary greatly, and have been observed to have included praying, preparation of food, the burning of wood sculptures in the shape of a falcon, and simple chanting.
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A mantra is used during these rituals, and is regarded as a vital part of it. The following is an English version of the mantra confiscated from an SCP-3761-1 outpost:
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We were once with the Trees,
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Rolling plains as far as the eye can see.
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Out of the tree we went, walking with the Grass Sea,
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Out of the caring leaves that made us Free,
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Our ancestors saw what their brethren would be,
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And would watch over us in the Canopy,
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Tree Critter ditto shows pity,
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He raises His hand and shows our only Quality,
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His light guiding us to Equality,
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Where we once more can be with the Trees.
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According to confiscated text "Hand of the Trees"4, Tree Critter has the body structure of a human, and the head of a squirrel. Tree Critter is said to wear only a red and white striped robe with a hood that covers their eyes, and is noted to always carry a large unidentified scroll.5 According to Hand of the Trees, Tree Critter is capable of taking the form of anything it desires, but it chooses the previously aforementioned form when communicating with SCP-3761-1.
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SCP-3761-1 has stated on multiple occasions that it will attempt to assist in SCP-3761, however it is currently unknown how they will accomplish this.
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Addendum-A: Abridged list of anomalies used to verify SCP-3761's existence:
SCP-1032 displays a hand that reads "The War of the Squirrels" which will reach its midnight event on 07/24/2063, suggesting that SCP-3761 will only last 24 hours.
SCP-187 states that she feels extremely uncomfortable and upset whenever she is within Butler County, Kansas. She states that the entire area is filled with holes that have squirrel carcasses within them.
SCP-411 has, on multiple occasions, said that it "remembers" the "The Battle of the Tree Rats" occurring on 07/23/2063 in "The Breadbasket of America." SCP-411 has stated that it does not wish to grant any more information than this.
After SCP-2327 specimens leave instances of SCP-2327-1, a message is almost always found within the subjects' stomach lining, most likely written with their claws before attempting to escape. An autopsy of an SCP-2327-1 instance reveals that it reads "Remmember warr [sic]".
SCP-2050 regards SCP-3761 as a extremely important event to them, and states that it would rival the "Crusades of the Woodchucks". It is unknown what this refers to. Additionally, SCP-2050 believes that Kansas is actually the Middle East country of Palestine.
Determinate Set XL continues normally in a manner similar to XN until 07/23/2063 where all species of Sciuridae go completely extinct from an unknown virus that spreads only through squirrel species. The virus is regarded as "The TAKE CARE Virus" by local scientific groups for unknown reasons.
[DATA EXPUNGED]. If SCP-2707 is to live beyond its suspected natural life-span, SCP-2707 is to be decommissioned on 07/22/2063. Failure to do so will result in a CK-Class Dominance Shift scenario.
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Addendum-B:LEVEL 3 CLEARANCE REQUIRED TO ACCESS THE FOLLOWING FILES
The following are excerpts from Hand of the Trees, SCP-3761-1's religious text6. The text is written entirely in Hindi, and has been translated to English.
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A sapling grew from the Rocky Grounds below, birthing bountiful fruit. From the fruits came a great Being, Tree Critter. Tree Critter tasted the fruit, and thought it plentiful. From the fruit, Tree Critter created other great Beings, the Wild Gods. Attuned to the nature around them, Wild Gods were in harmony with their surroundings. Wub're, The Frog God, ruled the shallow lakes and ponds. Psaw, The Flower Mistress, ruled over the Flowers and the Bees. Coy'te, The Joker, ruled over the Wolves and the Predators. Kaamu, the Healer, ruled over the great Stallions of The Breadlands. And of course, Tree Critter ruled over the Squirrels that populated the land. - Paragraph 2.
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Mess'r, The Tinker, was the last to Rise with Tree Critter. Mess'r asked Tree Critter with a Voice: "Oh great Critter, what may I rule over?" Tree Critter responded, "You will rule over the Rulers, you will watch over the Watchers, you are the God of Gods." Mess'r walked the Rocky Grounds with two legs, using their front hands to carry the World. On his left shoulder the Values, and on his right shoulder the Tree for which new fruit shall be grown. And with Mess'r's intellect birthed all of Creation and Complexity, both flesh and metal and the inbetween. And it was glorious. -Paragraph 5.
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Mess'r did bear children, and those children did bear children, and with that created Humanity and all of its followers. Mess'r's legacy lived on in their offspring. With the new found Humanity, they built a world where Mess'r's legacy would rule over the Wild Gods and their offspring. Mess'r said to Tree Critter: "Oh great Critter, I have ruled over the Rulers, I have watched over the Watchers, I have become the God of Gods, what else is there for me in this world?" Tree Critter responded: "Your job here is done, Tinker. May you rest in peace, and let Humanity shape this world for the better." Mess'r smiled, as they slowly sank into the Rocky Grounds. From their grave, came a new tree, bearing new fruit. -Paragraph 13
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A man of noble heart walked the Rocky Grounds, in search for food for his family. That man was The Caretaker, one that studied the ways of Tree Critter, Humanity, and Squirrelkind. The Caretaker walked into the Great Tree, and into the bakery. The Baker said: "Caretaker, Son of Tree Critter, I am blessed that you have arrived in our great city." The Caretaker responded: "I am only here for a simple request. My family is starving, and I require bread to sustain them." The Caretaker took the offered bread. -Paragraph 179
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The Caretaker heard a crunch underneath his foot, for he looked down and saw a dead squirrel underneath. The Great Tree witnessed the forfeit of the life of one of their own. Many gasped, many screamed, all of them scared. The blood seeped into the ground, and birthed a new tree, with withered bark and grey fruit, siphoning all hope and sanctuary from the land, known to many as the "Heart of Corruption." A holy flash appeared to The Caretaker, and a familiar voice introduced themselves. "Oh, Great Caretaker, you have violated the laws of the Forest. A life was snuffed out by your careless eye, and allowed entry into Narak from the Heart of Corruption. Leave, or face my relentless punishment." The Caretaker pleaded, stating that this wasn't of malicious drive, of how he values the life of squirrels and the world's sanctity very much. -Paragraph 180
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"I am deeply sorry, Tree Critter, but I cannot leave, my family will starve if I do not get food for them! I shall cut down the Heart of Corruption and cleanse myself of malice." Tree Critter shed a tear, and trapped The Caretaker in a prison of light. "I am deeply sorry as well, Caretaker." Tree Critter summoned Kara, The Eternal Spear, and prepared to banish The Caretaker to the depths of Narak. Tree Critter lowered his hand, snuffed the Heart of Corruption, and began to rise into the air. "I have more important matters to attend to. If you truly care for the Forest, you will leave it." The Caretaker left the Great Tree, never to return. -Paragraph 181
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Many of Squirrelkind despised The Caretaker. "His carelessness has cost us the life of one held dear, and stained The Great Tree. If Tree Critter shall not punish them, we will." Others forgave The Caretaker for his actions. "It was a pure accident, The Caretaker is a Man noble at heart, friend of Nature and Squirrelkind, the Heart of Corruption was not his corruption." The Squirrels that despised The Caretaker planned a punishment of the highest order: the defilement of their homeland, just like he did to theirs. Whether alive or dead, The Caretaker's legacy will be tarnished for all eternity. Time will be needed to prepare, many hundreds of years will be spent preparing to tarnish The Breadlands. -Paragraph 183
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The Squirrels who forgave The Caretaker heard of this plan, and would intercept their attack on The Breadlands on the day of the attack. Soon, the Squirrels who despised The Caretaker learned of this, and it would be agreed that a great Battle would be held on the grounds of The Caretaker's homeland. And by decision of Squirrelkind, it would be called "Nubelere de Hoyo", or in Humanity's tongue "The War of The Squirrels," and it would be glorious. -Paragraph 184
On ██/██/████, MTF Tau-63 encountered engravings inside of 2 separate dead trees in ████████, Kenya which were written in Swahili, and are theorized to be related to SCP-3761-A. They have been transcribed here after translation to English.
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Dear Grand Leader Lor-Thormar
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It happened again. More friendly squirrels get taken by evil squirrels for testing. Bad testing. I don't know much, but tests kill squirrels from what heard. More humans from the Squirrel Superiority group also came along and told us of situation. They worried. They also tell me thing I do not know: There are two groups of squirrel humans: Proto and Neo. Protos love Caretaker, and Neos hate Caretaker. Told us they were Proto, and I let them in.
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They told us that they loved Caretaker just as much as us. Probably more in fact. They however told me very confusing sentence: Caretaker is already dead. No he not? Caretaker is alive, alive as ever. Which is good thing. Also told us of "Kansas". I corrected them and said "Breadlands", since that's actual name. Kansas sounds like silly name.
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What was I saying? Oh yes. They are taking more and more of our kind every day. It making other squirrels morale low. Very low, can confirm. This is proposal for development of weaponry like ones humans make. Weaponry that doesn't kill, but stops. Would help in War greatly.
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Neo squirrels use cruel weapons. Nothing but shadows and misery are left when they attack. Cruel bombs, cruel blades, cruel seeds. While many want to kill them, they are still our brothers, and we should never harm brothers, no matter how twisted. Thus why make stopping weaponry, not kill.
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Got off topic again. Point is we need to break in their Tree and get back our stolen squirrel brothers.
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Love live the Caretaker. Ankala-Koresh Daleem
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-General Rommoth-Balash
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War in ██ years. We are not ready. Must prepare. Learned lot from humans. Human weapons strong. Imitation done. Following are prototypes for weapons made for Squirrel-Kind.
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Death to the Caretaker.
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Nut-Pelter: Small metal thing with long tube on one end. Tube shoots out nuts, includes acorns, walnuts, pistachios, and cashews. Capable of entering squirrel skin and killing. Each soldier gets one.
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Life-Grower: Not weapon; trained technique by Squad Number Apple. Squirrels shoot special magic seeds out of mouth, pierces skin. Tiny trees grow inside of bodies. Roots enter ground and entangle nearby squirrels. Very useful.
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Bite-and-Choke-Gas: Small objects shaped like tasty acorns. Filled with deadly gas. Cracking nut causes gas to cover area. Gas causes breathing tubesesophagus breathing area to grow lumpy. Lumps actually other Gas filled acorns. Area becomes deep red and yellow mist after 10 minutes.
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Human-Smarties: Tablet candies eaten by humans for fun. Eating candies causes squirrel to gain human smarts. Humans smarts causes squirrels to have human emotion, which causes less will to fight. Easily capable of hiding in food.
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Ear-Ringers: Round shaped black ball. Not squirrel made; human made. When button is pushed, loud beeps heard. Big boom at black ball. Capable of killing many squirrels per black ball. Ringing in ears afterwards.
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Sky-Eyes: Also not weapon; Squad Number Grass composed of Flying Squirrels. Not really Flying; more like gliding. Can throw nuts and other weapons at squirrels from sky. Super useful. Plant Redwood Tree for major Flying.
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Tree-Critter-Bomb: If failing, detonate. Leave nothing but scorched earth and a tower of ash for the Caretaker.
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Update: More prototypes for weapons developing. Machines almost ready. Nut-Pelters successfully kill enemy squirrel. Very good test. Other hostages not freed. Need more.
On 07/23/2013, an anomalous entity manifested within ██████████, India, which was ██ kilometers from Site-551. The entity had the facial structure of a squirrel, along with red-white striped robes. A small group of approximately 2,000 squirrels used a space-time anomaly to travel to the entity's location7. Foundation forces present at Site-551 were deployed to administer amnestics to witnesses of the event. The entity began to speak to the squirrels in English once the entire population was near its vicinity.
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Entity: Children, I am disappointed. When I was a boy and I heard about what war was, I would ask my grandma about it, and do you know what they said? They said that it achieves nothing but useless despair.
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Entity: Yes, I was impatient in my decision to punish the Caretaker. Yes, I was a child at that point, and had only just been granted power eternal, but he has since passed away, and my children are still planning this insidious war. He has long since been forgiven for his mistake. He was a kind, happy soul who did not mean harm.
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Entity: This is the last time I will come down to Earth and talk with you. I do not wish for you to carry out this war within the Breadlands, I do not wish for you to exit this world like this. You are still family. You are still brothers and sisters.
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(The entity raises their arm to their chest.)
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Entity: Listen, do you want to know something? I spoke to the Caretaker. On his death bed, before he met his demise, I appeared to him. We spoke about the event, and I will say: He is sorry. And I have officially accepted his apology. I hope you can understand.
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(A squirrel begins to speak to the entity.)
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Squirrel 1: You kidding me? You spoke to him? Trusted you, bitch!
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(Another squirrel runs over to them, and puts their hands on their shoulders.)
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Squirrel 2: Be calm, friend. Maybe talk?
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Squirrel 1: Off me, proto fuck.
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(All the squirrels begin to assault each other through physical mutilation. While this is happening, the entity sighs, and begins to slowly rise off the ground.)
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Entity: The warning has been given. Your fate is now your own. Ankala-Koresh.
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(The entity begins to rise from the ground to the air, watching the squirrel population attack each other. When one half of the squirrels have been killed, they begin to dig holes and use the stated space-time anomaly to transport to their original locations, all while looking at the entity.)
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(After the squirrels are gone, the entity covers their face with their hands, and then begins to rub their temples as they demanifest.)
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Entity: Why did he have to make me the God of fucking squirrels?
Dr. Lawler, at the end of day 28 of their expedition into SCP-4408.
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Item #: SCP-4408
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Object Class:Safe Euclid (See Addendum 4408-1)
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Special Containment Procedures: Foundation operatives will monitor flight control near the Chatham Islands and redirect all flights passing within 2 km of SCP-4408. MTF Delta-11 "Birdshooters" will conduct information operations to discourage recreational aviation in the area, as well as lobby towards more stringent laws for amateur aviators.
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Description: SCP-4408 is a pocket universe entered by flying at an altitude of approximately 3.4 km, traveling north through the airspace 65 km directly east of the Chatham Islands. SCP-4408 can only be occupied by one living person at a time. SCP-4408 covers an area of at least 250 km2, 47 km2 of which have been explored and documented. The ground within SCP-4408 is composed entirely of ice, going down at least five meters.
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When a person enters SCP-4408, any vehicle or device used to enter SCP-4408 will begin to fail1. If it requires fuel, it will become empty. Otherwise, a small part will break off, forcing it to land. An observer of someone entering SCP-4408 will perceive the event as the plane disappearing into a cloud. The person entering SCP-4408 will perceive their entrance as a sudden parting of clouds. This is regardless of weather conditions at the time of entrance.
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Once landed, after exactly thirty days they will find a means of leaving SCP-4408. This has included finding fuel, making a sudden breakthrough in how to fix a part, and, in one case, finding a door that led into [DATA EXPUNGED], Nelson, New Zealand. However, unlike other equipment brought into SCP-4408, any items used to leave SCP-4408 are not persistent between explorations.
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Discovery: SCP-4408 was initially discovered when Agent Wellington failed to meet his daily report-in time while on leave on 04/19/19██. Investigation showed the anomalous departure of Agent Wellington's own aircraft into SCP-4408, and a UAV was sent into SCP-4408. The operator immediately lost contact with the UAV.
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On 09/23/19██, a civilian aircraft passed into SCP-4408, evading containment procedures due to a storm in the area. Civilian authorities cited the storm as the cause of the disappearance without the need for Foundation interference.
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On 10/23/19██, the civilian aircraft reappeared. MTF Delta-11 detained its pilot, Martha Weber, and interrogated her after she received medical care for starvation and exposure. She was administered class-D amnestics and released onto the beach of Chatham Island. Weber reintegrated into society without additional side effects.
Continuous audio logs are kept of each expedition in case a research team fails to leave SCP-4408 before dying, to aid in collection of data by future teams.
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Day 1
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Dr. Lawler: They weren’t lying when they said Keter duty was a myth. I hate this.
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Agent Sutcliffe: You know, I just thought of something. Didn’t we work together a few months ago?
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Dr. Lawler: I still don’t see why they can’t get D-Class to do it.
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Agent Sutcliffe: What was it, SCP-2235? 2236? God, it was something with space. I really can’t remember.
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Dr. Lawler: Just wire some communications equipment through the entrance for control and we’re golden.
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Agent Sutcliffe: You know, doc, maybe you could be the one to make that breakthrough. Isn’t that exciting?
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Dr. Lawler: Let’s just get this over with. Let me look at the inventory log for this… No cold weather gear?
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Agent Sutcliffe: You really dragged your feet on this, huh?
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Dr. Lawler: What’s that supposed to mean?
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Agent Sutcliffe: The ice there is different. It’s supposed to be forty to fifty-degree temperatures for the whole time. And here I thought the research and documentation would be the part you liked.
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Dr. Lawler: If I only cared about that, I’d be getting tenure at my alma mater by now, not doing this crap.
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Agent Sutcliffe: How exactly did you get picked for this?
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Dr. Lawler: Fuck off.
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Agent Sutcliffe: With that sort of laissez-faire attitude, I can’t think of a single reason why someone like you would irritate a higher up.
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Dr. Lawler: Agent Sutcliffe, I think we've passed the entrance. Shut up so I can crash us properly.
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[…]
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Agent Sutcliffe: I wonder if this is how the astronauts felt, going to the moon for the first time.
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Dr. Lawler: The first time.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Going to the moon for what they thought was the first time. All on their own, and if one little thing goes wrong with life support, they’re trapped in a void.
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Dr. Lawler: I get the connection. But we’re hardly the first ones here. Look, even Agent Wellington’s wreck is still kicking.
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Agent Sutcliffe: You can really see the rust glisten in the morning sun. Hey, I thought you skipped the documents?
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Dr. Lawler: Not the ones that could kill me.
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Day 2
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Agent Sutcliffe: Are you really just an academic type?
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Dr. Lawler: What do you want?
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Agent Sutcliffe: Nothing, it’s just that most lab coats would be a bit less focused about this sort of life or death survival situation. One mess up with the rations, and we’re goners.
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Dr. Lawler: So then we don’t mess up the rations.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Not really what I meant. Here you are, in a survival situation, fiddling around with some equipment.
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Dr. Lawler: I’m trying to take readings. You know, our actual job here. You’re the one that’s supposed to be focused on the survival and security aspect.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Oh, I see. You’re ignoring any risk based on your trust in me.
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Dr. Lawler: No. I’m just trying to work, and you should too.
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Agent Sutcliffe: There’s a little bit of trust there.
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Dr. Lawler: None whatsoever. You mentioned that I must have pissed someone off to end up here. Well, wouldn’t that have happened to you, too?
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Agent Sutcliffe: Something like that.
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Dr. Lawler: Uh-huh.
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Agent Sutcliffe: I’ll go secure the other side of the camp.
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Dr. Lawler: You do that.
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[…]
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<TIMESTAMP: 21:09:11>
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Dr. Lawler: Do you recall if either of the expedition teams found abnormalities in their data?
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Agent Sutcliffe: What are you asking me for?
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Dr. Lawler: Nevermind, I'll go check the documents out myself.
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Agent Sutcliffe: What, did you find something?
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Dr. Lawler: Yes, with the temperatures. They aren't changing whatsoever.
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Agent Sutcliffe: So? The climate here's supposed to be stable.
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Dr. Lawler: No, I mean I can't pick up any temperature change even with the most sensitive equipment here. There should at least be fluctuations based on minor manufacturing flaws. Really, even when I start shaking the thermometer-
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Agent Sutcliffe: I'm not the expert here, but maybe don't do that.
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Dr. Lawler: -the readout remains the same.
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Agent Sutcliffe: So your complaint is that your equipment is working perfectly?
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Dr. Lawler: Too perfectly.
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[…]
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Dr. Lawler: It's not just temperature, either. It's even with our own equipment.
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Agent Sutcliffe: You were serious about that?
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Dr. Lawler: See, look at the output on our generator.
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Agent Sutcliffe: It's 240. That's what it's supposed to be.
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Dr. Lawler: No, it's 240.00. There is no fluctuation. Look, it's not even changing when I switch the lights on and off-
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Agent Sutcliffe: Is that necessary?
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Dr. Lawler: The output didn't even go to 240.01 or 239.99.
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Agent Sutcliffe: So the Foundation has a nice generator. What's the big deal?
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Dr. Lawler: What's the big- how long have you been working here?
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Agent Sutcliffe: Almost seven years, now.
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Dr. Lawler: And you're a skeptic about the anomalous?
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Agent Sutcliffe: Listen, doc, I've seen some weird shit tear people inside out or make the world sound like oatmeal. This isn't anomalous, this is mildly unusual.
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Dr. Lawler: It could explain why the only properties that we've found about this place are the entrance and the thirty-day limit.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Maybe those are the only properties that matter about this place! Are we really going to expand the Foundation's capabilities by discovering that pocket universes have boring weather?
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Dr. Lawler: We won't know until we apply the data. There's a lot of unstable extradimensional spaces out there, maybe this one has the answers to making sure those universes don't tear apart the reality of our universe.
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Agent Sutcliffe: I think you're grasping at straws here. I think you really fucked up on your last assignment, and you're trying to fix things so that you're not stuck doing dumb shit forever. But you're getting way too into this, and I need to sleep.
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Dr. Lawler: Maybe that wouldn't be a concern for you if you gave a shit about your job. You seem awfully preoccupied with what I did to get here. But what did you do?
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Agent Sutcliffe: This isn't the time for that. If your theory's right, you'll be getting the same data tomorrow morning anyways.
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Day 3
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Dr. Lawler: Sutcliffe, wake up.
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Agent Sutcliffe: What- it's almost 5 AM, what are you doing?
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Dr. Lawler: You seemed a bit tense last night, so I let you sleep in.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Thanks.
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Dr. Lawler: The abnormalities are gone- look.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Yep. Generator's going strong at 240.
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Dr. Lawler: No, look-
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Agent Sutcliffe: ARGH! Doc, I just woke up… Have a little mercy, huh?
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Dr. Lawler: The output's fluctuating! Do you see what this means?
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Agent Sutcliffe: That you're a dumbass?
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Dr. Lawler: No, it means that SCP-4408 is reacting to make itself normal. It wants to be boring.
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Agent Sutcliffe: I don't follow. What makes you think it has a motivation?
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Dr. Lawler: Well, maybe I shouldn't go that far. But it definitely reacts to stimuli. I checked the temperature data of all previous expeditions- exactly 45.0 degrees the whole time. But this morning, it's about 41 degrees, and it's been climbing.
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Agent Sutcliffe: I thought it was supposed to be forty to fifty degrees here?
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Dr. Lawler: That's how the reports described it. I guess the first two expeditions were more concerned with mapping the place.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Sure, you have to make sure the whole place is blank and boring. You never can be too sure when an ice monster will show up.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Uh, doc?
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Dr. Lawler: Don't jinx it.
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[…]
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Dr. Lawler: Here's the other thing that's been bothering me.
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Agent Sutcliffe: That you'll never get the taste of c-rations out of your mouth?
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Dr. Lawler: All of Agent Wellington's shit is still here, right?
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Agent Sutcliffe: Well, where else would it go?
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Dr. Lawler: So's the stuff from the two teams before us. But why isn't there anything before that?
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Agent Sutcliffe: I thought Agent Wellington was the first person to find SCP-4408.
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Dr. Lawler: But this one was just sitting out in the open. And, coincidentally, one of our guys was the first one to run into it? We're diligent, but we're never that lucky.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Didn't you tell me, like, two hours ago not to jinx things? And here you go off trying to find some other conspiracy.
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Dr. Lawler: All I'm saying is that if SCP-4408 is aware enough of our conversations to adapt, it probably knows about the Foundation.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Okay, but we can't do anything about that now. We've still got 27 days until we "discover" a way out.
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Dr. Lawler: Yeah, but why would SCP-4408 let anyone out in the first place? Especially Foundation? If it adapted to make itself uninhabitable to anyone, then the Foundation never would've found out about the extradimensional space. We might've classified the entrance as a portal, sure, but since nobody comes out we probably would've assumed it led into a void, or even to a random spot in space.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Maybe it just doesn't see us as a threat.
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Dr. Lawler: Maybe. I mean, everyone has gotten out of here, even that civilian a while back. Well, except Wellington the skeleton over there.
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Agent Sutcliffe: That's true. There's probably a limit to what SCP-4408 can do, then.
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Dr. Lawler: It certainly appears that way, don't you think?
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Agent Sutcliffe: What do you mean?
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Dr. Lawler: Finish your breakfast. I'll let you know as soon as I complete this experiment.
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<TIMESTAMP: 7:23:33>
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[…]
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<TIMESTAMP: 8:05:38>
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Agent Sutcliffe: What in the- was all this equipment in the plane?
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Dr. Lawler: Technically. I reworked some of the measurement equipment. We're pushing the envelope, Sutcliffe.
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Agent Sutcliffe: It looks like you're pushing your luck. I don't know who taught you cable management, but that's going to start a fire if you hook it up to the generator.
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Dr. Lawler: You think so? Hm.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Are you seriously hooking up more things to this? What exactly are you trying to accomplish?
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Dr. Lawler: Well, what do you think I'm trying to accomplish?
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Agent Sutcliffe: The mild 45-degree weather has gotten to you, so you have the sudden urge to start a fire.
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Dr. Lawler: Ah. That concerns you?
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Agent Sutcliffe: A little bit, yes. I know we're supposed to leave most of the equipment here, anyways, but if we blow out the generator it's going to be a miserable month eating cold c-rations.
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Dr. Lawler: Oh, I could tell. You were taking your time with your rations, huh?
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Agent Sutcliffe: Listen, I left the army because I wanted a job with edible food, okay?
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Dr. Lawler: There are worse reasons to join the Foundation. But no. A little fire shouldn't be your main concern.
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Agent Sutcliffe: I think this is going to cause more than a little fire.
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Dr. Lawler: No, our main concern is the fact that SCP-4408 is capable of changing itself based on our conversations, and we're stuck in here for the next 27 days. We need to find out its limits, so that we know what kinds of experiments are safe to run and which ones are not.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Right. Don't want ice monsters.
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Dr. Lawler: You see this right here? It's a Hume reader, or more accurately, a Kant counter.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Uh.
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Dr. Lawler: Now, little-known fact about Kant counters- they actually access pocket universes to get their readings. They've been operating normally since we've got here, which means this pocket is stable enough to connect to other pocket universes. But there are places on earth where incorrectly configured Kant readers can cause wrinkles, if it's in an area with low enough Humes. So, what do you think is going to happen if we muddle with it here?
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Agent Sutcliffe: I have no idea. You've lost me.
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Dr. Lawler: That's fine. What I think is going to happen, is that we're going to see how far this pocket universe can go to keep its stability. Or, for our purposes, how far it's willing to go.
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Agent Sutcliffe: And what if it can't maintain stability, and we get ripped to shreds in the implosion?
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Dr. Lawler: Oh, nothing that dramatic will happen. Definitely not. The nature of the pocket universes I'm connecting to merely means that any readings we take will be abnormal.
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Agent Sutcliffe: I guess that makes sense.
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Dr. Lawler: If that's what you believe, then I'm going to go ahead and hook this up to the generator.
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Agent Sutcliffe: I still think it's just going to set the generator on fire.
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Dr. Lawler: Really? Well, there's only one way to find out.
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[AUDIBLE EXPLOSION]
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Day 7
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Dr. Lawler: Sutcliffe- Sutcliffe, wake up.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Huh? Aren't we supposed to be conserving our strength?
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Dr. Lawler: I wouldn't worry about that, look what I found.
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[AUDIBLE CLUNK]
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Agent Sutcliffe: Where did you find it?
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Dr. Lawler: It was just sitting outside. I guess SCP-4408 can do more than we thought it could.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Well, none of the expeditions before us ran into a rations issue.
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Dr. Lawler: I said I was sorry, okay? Still… SCP-4408 couldn't do better than c-rations, huh?
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Agent Sutcliffe: It has its limits, I suppose. But it seems that SCP-4408 ensures you make it to the 30-day mark.
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Dr. Lawler: No, it doesn't.
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Agent Sutcliffe: What do you mean?
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Dr. Lawler: Agent Wellington died, remember? SCP-4408 killed him.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Indirectly.
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Dr. Lawler: We don't know that.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Well, clearly it wants us to live, or else it would've starved us. Or, more accurately, you would have starved us.
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Dr. Lawler: I know. That's what I'm trying to figure out. You haven't killed anyone who's come here except for Agent Wellington. Why is that?
Dr. Lawler: SUTCLIFFE, YOU ARE BEING A GODDAMN BRAT-
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Agent Sutcliffe: Okay, okay, take it easy!
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Dr. Lawler: Jesus Christ. Well, you just poofed out of there! And now you poofed back in!
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Agent Sutcliffe: I panicked, okay? I didn't think you'd figure it out. How did you figure it out?
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Dr. Lawler: Are you going to wipe my mind right after if I tell you?
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Agent Sutcliffe: You, uh, figured that out too, huh?
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Dr. Lawler: I finally read the containment procedures.
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Agent Sutcliffe: It took you seven days to read-
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Dr. Lawler: It didn't seem relevant at the time, okay?
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Agent Sutcliffe: Well, what if I was an ice monster, huh?
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Dr. Lawler: Then the research data would have had, I don't know, fur measurements or something. Look, are you going to wipe my mind?
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Agent Sutcliffe: That part, uh, only kicks in after you leave.
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Dr. Lawler: Okay then. Well, on my containment procedures, it says "SCP-4408 can only be occupied by two living people at a time."
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Agent Sutcliffe: Okay? That's you and me.
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Dr. Lawler: On yours, it says "SCP-4408 can only be occupied by one living person at a time."
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Agent Sutcliffe: Oh. So-
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Dr. Lawler: At first, I thought that I might be part of the SCP, and you were sent in to study me. But then, I figured there's no way someone as inept and lazy as you could be a researcher.
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Agent Sutcliffe: That's hurtful. Ice monsters have feelings, too, you know.
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Dr. Lawler: You're not a goddamn ice monster. I tried to figure out why there would be a difference- you had read the containment procedures, and never mentioned the inconsistency. This could have been chalked up to a lack of concentration, but the one thing you've been diligent about is the exact conditions of SCP-4408. So you were getting the documents from me, making adjustments, and giving them back at the same time you adjusted my memories of you.
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Dr. Lawler: At least, I'm assuming you haven't been hanging around the Foundation for years, undetected, and then decided to visit the one area you have complete control over.
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Agent Sutcliffe: No, you're right. Shit. But that's still a bit of a jump.
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Dr. Lawler: It's an educated guess. You confirmed it.
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Agent Sutcliffe: You really don't have anything else on me? That was my only mistake?
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Dr. Lawler: That's above your clearance, Sutcliffe. Or, should I say, SCP-4408?
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Agent Sutcliffe: You shouldn't.
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Dr. Lawler: Sutcliffe's fine. If the higher-ups get irritated, I'll just say I was concerned about an ice monster eating me so it was the pragmatic decision.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Ha. You know, I really can make an ice monster.
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Dr. Lawler: What? Shut up, no you can't.
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Dr. Lawler: OH, SHIT! PUT IT BACK!
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Agent Sutcliffe: Sorry.
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Dr. Lawler: Jesus Christ almighty! You've got an overactive imagination, you know that?
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Agent Sutcliffe: Uh, you feeling okay now?
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Dr. Lawler: Yeah, I'm fine. Jeez, you must have been laughing your ass off at all the ice monster jokes the first few days, huh?
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Agent Sutcliffe: A little.
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Dr. Lawler: Hm. So why'd you kill Agent Wellington, then?
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Agent Sutcliffe: Right for the throat, huh doc?
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Dr. Lawler: Sutcliffe.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Okay, it's not what you think. Sutcliffe is a ruse, I'm pretty sure I'm Wellington's ghost.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Ow! Personal bubble, doc.
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Dr. Lawler: You seem pretty corporeal to me, Wellington.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Ah, you can stick to Sutcliffe. I guess I'm a magic ghost. Rules are different.
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Dr. Lawler: Did you know magic before you died?
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Agent Sutcliffe: Uh, no.
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Dr. Lawler: You seem a bit more like a type green to me. One with a remarkable control over Hume levels.
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Agent Sutcliffe: I wasn't one of those before I died, either.
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Dr. Lawler: Rules for reality benders are different, by definition. If you were using magic, that would've made a blip on the thaumatological sensors.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Uh.
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Dr. Lawler: Magic detectors. GOC design, so you would need a high level of skill, not power, to fool those.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Then why aren't I throwing off the human levels?
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Dr. Lawler: Hume. It's a measure of how stable reality is, more or less. I bet if I had a sensor running when you brought in that ice monster, there would have been a blip. And no, I do not want to run an experiment to check, thanks.
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Agent Sutcliffe: I wasn't going to ask! Besides, it's not like anyone spent years making those ice monsters look cool or anything.
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Dr. Lawler: If you have an ice rabbit or something you'd like to show me-
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Agent Sutcliffe: I don't need your pity, doc.
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Dr. Lawler: Okay, fine.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Got any other questions to throw at me?
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Dr. Lawler: For now, just one.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Shoot.
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Dr. Lawler: Can you really not make any better food than c-rations?
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<TIMESTAMP: 7:18:49>
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Dr. Lawler: Have you ever seen food before?
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Agent Sutcliffe: It's been awhile! And besides, I only eat food here to prove I'm human. I don't actually need it.
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Dr. Lawler: Uh-huh. I'll stick to your c-rations. They're about the same level of edible as normal c-rations.
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Agent Sutcliffe: That's what gave it away, wasn't it?
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Dr. Lawler: It confirmed that 'Agent Sutcliffe' wasn't a complete ruse- that you had some level of empathy. But no. I knew before then.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Really? From just the error in the containment procedures?
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Dr. Lawler: Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't know. I knew from day 3.
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Agent Sutcliffe: How does you messing up and blowing up rations prove that I'm anomalous?
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Dr. Lawler: Because it's what you believed would happen. That's also why I think you're a reality bender, not a magic user.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Don't pin that on me. That was an engineering nightmare.
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Dr. Lawler: It was a Kant counter with a bunch of spare parts duct taped to it. Seriously, a Kant counter draws about as much power as a lightbulb. It wasn't going to set off a fire without outside intervention.
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Agent Sutcliffe: That's not what it sounded like.
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Dr. Lawler: Of course not. It wouldn't be a very good test if I explained to you what I was testing, would it?
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Agent Sutcliffe: So then what? What if you died? You'd only known me for three days. You had no idea if I might just kill you to stop you from plugging it in, in case there actually was a chance of this pocket collapsing.
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Dr. Lawler: It's because you were concerned. It sounded genuine. The whole time I was talking to you about the experiment, you were concerned about the danger to us. Not you, both of us. So I took a risk.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Don't you have anyone outside waiting for you?
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Dr. Lawler: Of course I do. That's why I need to make sure I never get stuck in a situation like this again- I need to be able to go home to them.
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<TIMESTAMP: 7:20:44>
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Day 11
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Dr. Lawler: So why just blank ice?
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Agent Sutcliffe: I wanted to discourage too much research into the place. Honestly, you were the only one to keep doing measurements after I made things like this.
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Dr. Lawler: What? Well, what did the other researchers do?
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Agent Sutcliffe: Oh, they had the equipment running. But instead of looking into the data, they just collected it. They were all in your boat, you know. Made a big mistake or pissed someone off. Nobody chooses to abandon the world for thirty days to be alone in an unknown world, with no communication.
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Dr. Lawler: You're right. Everyone coming in thought they would be isolated. No one likes to be alone.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Yeah. I was almost kind of glad when the Foundation started sending people in. I actually did work for the Foundation for seven years, you know. It was nice to be with my coworkers again.
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Dr. Lawler: I guess when I get out I'll have the same boring data as usual. Too bad, the Foundation might actually stop sending people here if they can't find anything of interest.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Not exactly. The only thing that gets wiped is my participation. Any data you have on SCP-4408 itself will still be around. It will just look spontaneous, or as part of the environment.
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Dr. Lawler: Is that why you're never any help with data collection? I thought you were trying to slow down my research. Or, you know. You're kind of a loaf.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Ha. It's not like I have any life goals, here. There's no future for me.
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<TIMESTAMP: 10:12:58>
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Dr. Lawler: You're not actually trying to slow down research, are you?
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Agent Sutcliffe: You mean like messing with the measurements? Not anymore.
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Dr. Lawler: Ah, I figured.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Why, is something wrong?
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Dr. Lawler: Well, remember the discrepancy I found in the beginning?
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Agent Sutcliffe: The temperature thing?
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Dr. Lawler: Right. I haven't found anything else odd since then.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Well, doc, I had two whole other expeditions to get things to normal.
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Dr. Lawler: What? You changed things, and nobody caught on?
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Agent Sutcliffe: Oh, they knew something was up. At least until they left. But they never thought it would be me.
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Dr. Lawler: You do give off an air of haplessness. That's actually pretty good, I didn't think you'd go that far with your acting.
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Dr. Lawler: …Sutcliffe?
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Agent Sutcliffe: …It's not acting.
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Dr. Lawler: Oh. Uh.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Uh-huh.
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Dr. Lawler: You really didn't want to be found out.
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Agent Sutcliffe: I was concerned that they might find a way around the wipe. I really didn't get too much into the science thing, not even of reality benders.
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Dr. Lawler: And you're not concerned about me looking for a way? Or do you just not think I'm capable?
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Agent Sutcliffe: The way it works, is that if I think you can't find a way around the wipe, you won't be able to, right?
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Dr. Lawler: Maybe. Most of your stuff revolves around affecting the environment here. You haven't been able to mess with others' thoughts, right?
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Agent Sutcliffe: To be honest, doc, I haven't tried. I don't exactly want to. I have enough troubles with all the things I've seen done at my time with the Foundation, never mind…
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Dr. Lawler: …Right. I guess in the time you've been alone, you've been hashing out your memories.
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Agent Sutcliffe: I don't want to forget who I am. Fortunately, what we do is difficult to forget. But adding someone else's thoughts into the mix would muddle things.
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Dr. Lawler: And meanwhile, you've grown comfortable with a mask.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Maybe. Sometimes, I wonder if Wellington was the real mask.
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Dr. Lawler: For all you know, you were never Wellington in the first place.
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Agent Sutcliffe: I guess that's possible.
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Dr. Lawler: Either way, I think Sutcliffe suits you just fine.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Ha. You're a laugh a minute, doc.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Come on, who did you piss off to get sent here?
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Dr. Lawler: That's still not any of your business.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Seriously? You come into my house, dissect my whole life story-
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Dr. Lawler: Okay, okay! It was just a series of bad performance reviews.
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Agent Sutcliffe: What? No.
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Dr. Lawler: Look, I'm not exactly the greatest scientist, okay?
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Agent Sutcliffe: No, I mean- I don't know. I just figured you slipped up during an alien dissection or something, severed some SCP's brain stem.
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Dr. Lawler: What is with you and dissections? You really do have an overactive imagination.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Hey, I've seen it happen!
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Agent Sutcliffe: Well.
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Dr. Lawler: You don't have to give me the details. It's probably need-to-know anyways, I can deal without the amnestics cocktail.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Ha. I guess some things never change.
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Dr. Lawler: Huh. When exactly did you enter SCP-4408?
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Agent Sutcliffe: Uh, why do you ask?
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Dr. Lawler: You act like a twenty-year-old, but you've obviously lived longer than that. I just need to do the math.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Doc, hasn't anyone ever told you it's rude to ask someone's age?
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Dr. Lawler: You had no problem with me weighing you.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Yeah, but I control that- hey! It's not going to be in my documents! They're redacted, too!
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Dr. Lawler: I'm just going to check anyways. It's a scientific concern, field agents like you don't need to worry their pretty little heads about it.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Hey! Give it!
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<TIMESTAMP: 16:51:02>
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Day 28
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Dr. Lawler: Ugh. I still can't believe that in a few days, I'm going to forget all about you.
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Agent Sutcliffe: I could delay your exit, if you wanted.
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Dr. Lawler: Wait, you control that part of this?
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Agent Sutcliffe: Well-
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Dr. Lawler: Then let me leave now! You think I don't have any friends or family out there that I'd like to talk about? You think that I don't miss anyone?
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Agent Sutcliffe: Doc-
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Dr. Lawler: Sutcliffe, do you really think you're the only one who's alone? Or is it that you just can't empathize with others anymore?
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Agent Sutcliffe: I can, it's just that I don't know the next time the Foundation will send someone. It took decades for anyone to find this place. And even after I let Martha go, it was still a few years before the Foundation risked an expedition. And as soon as you leave, you'll forget all about me, like I didn't matter. Even if they sent you back in.
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Dr. Lawler: You control that too, don't you? You lied to me.
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Agent Sutcliffe: I don't want to get dissected. You know the procedures.
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Dr. Lawler: I don't think anyone's going to try to stick you for a blood sample.
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Agent Sutcliffe: That's not what I meant. You know what the Foundation does to minds. Especially to people like me. Things like me. I'm alone now, but at least I'm safe.
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Dr. Lawler: Look- you haven't been outside SCP-4408, have you?
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Agent Sutcliffe: No, of course not. What, you think I can just go flying in and out without the Foundation doing something about it? In the best case scenario, they'd stop sending people in and they'd nab me as soon as I left. And in the worst case, they'd figure out a way to send in a strike force, of people who can take down someone like me. I know it's possible. Hell, I helped take down a couple of reality benders back when I was human. Then, I'll be sitting in a cell in some forgotten site, and I won't have any control over it. Not like I do here.
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Dr. Lawler: SCP-4408 is pretty well contained. Hell, you know that. You have all the documents I brought in, after all. I don't think the Foundation has any reason to drag you out of a situation like this.
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Agent Sutcliffe: So? Then they'll bring the scalpels here-
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Dr. Lawler: And here, everything is on your terms.
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Agent Sutcliffe: Well, that doesn't mean they can't find any countermeasures. Just from your data alone, they might find something. I don't want to give them a reason.
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Dr. Lawler: Look, the Foundation's changed a lot since you crashed. If an anomaly cooperates, treatment is humane. Let me try and talk to them, okay?
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Agent Sutcliffe: You don't want me to wipe your memory. Or the audio logs.
SCP-4408-A is a humanoid entity posing as "Agent Sutcliffe." The appearance and behavior of SCP-4408-A correspond with Agent Wellington, declared MIA on 04/19/1932. Any personnel who enter SCP-4408 will be immediately joined by SCP-4408-A. SCP-4408-A has a memetic effect that will cause someone within SCP-4408 to regard them as a work acquaintance, able to recall memories of working with SCP-4408-A. Upon leaving SCP-4408, personnel will lose memories of SCP-4408-A, with the exception of Expedition 3. All recordings of SCP-4408-A similarly disappear upon exiting SCP-4408.
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Expedition logs stored at level 3 and below will refer to SCP-4408-A as "Agent Sutcliffe" to avoid hostile actions by SCP-4408-A towards researchers.
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SCP-4408-A has the same security clearance as Agent Wellington, at level 3, despite his security clearance being revoked when he went MIA.
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Ongoing research efforts are targeted at building a psychological profile of SCP-4408-A with the goal of coaxing it into a more controllable containment setting. Other than Dr. Lawler, no other Foundation researcher has retained their memories of SCP-4408-A. When Dr. Lawler was sent back into SCP-4408 with the goal of coaxing SCP-4408-A outside of SCP-4408, they returned at the thirty-day mark with no memories of their time in SCP-4408, or even that they had gone into SCP-4408 a second time.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4544 is to remain within storage locker #4032 at Site-14. To prevent the further extension of SCP-4544's anomalous capabilities, storage locker #4032 is to be guarded and monitored via video at all times.
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Any attempt to open or otherwise observe the contents of SCP-4544 is to be approved and overseen by Senior Researcher Dr. █████████ Senior Researcher Dr. Brooks. Any attempt to open SCP-4544 outside of a testing environment is strictly forbidden and may result in disciplinary action.
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WARNING: The use of anomalous objects to observe the contents of SCP-4544 is forbidden. See document F:240.
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Description: SCP-4544 is a rectangular lidded container made of cardboard with a Post-It note on its side reading "Please do not open". Details about the contents of SCP-4544 are unknown.
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When any attempt is made to observe the contents of the container or remove the note, a seemingly unrelated event will occur to obstruct the attempt. SCP-4544 has demonstrated retro-causality editing capabilities, as these events may take place before the method of observation or removal is even conceived. Currently, the only known method of examining the contents is to weigh and shake the container, although this always yields results identical to an empty, non-anomalous shoe box.
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Following the results of the experiment in Document F:241, either SCP-4544 or the contents within have shown the ability to communicate when threatened with destruction; however, this line of testing has been postponed indefinitely. A proposal to change the item's class from 'Safe' to 'Euclid' in light of this experiment is currently pending review.
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As of ██/██/████, SCP-4544's anomalous properties have extended to the storage locker it is held within, rendering further testing nearly impossible.
Proposal: These experiments are meant to provide the basic foundation for the exact nature of SCP-4544. With these experiments, we hope to replicate the behavior of SCP-4544 revealed upon its initial discovery, under laboratory conditions. - Dr. Brooks
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[PROPOSAL APPROVED] - Senior Researcher Dr. █████████
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TEST #1
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Success
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Subject(s)
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D-936
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Protocol
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Subject would be instructed to enter the research cell and lift the lid of SCP-4544.
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Results
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The door of research cell 293-C became jammed, and D-936 was due for testing at another location before staff was able to fix the door.
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Notes
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We may have to get creative if we ever want to use room 293-C again. – Dr. Brooks
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TEST #2
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D-972, D-254
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Protocol
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D-972 would be instructed to enter the research cell and prop open the door, but not to open SCP-4544 under risk of termination. D-254 would then be instructed to enter the research cell and open the lid of SCP-4544.
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Results
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D-972 successfully entered the cell and propped open the door. However, D-254 failed to arrive at the testing location, as a small D-class riot broke out one hour earlier resulting in D-254’s termination.
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Notes
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It appears we are still able to interact with SCP-4544 as long as we do not intend to open it, but the extent of its anomalous capabilities is concerning. It may have caused the riot, or made us pick the D-class that would be terminated. – Dr. Brooks
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TEST #3
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D-972
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With the door of the research cell propped open, the subject would be instructed to enter the research cell and open the lid of SCP-4544.
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Results
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The subject entered the cell but refused to open SCP-4544 upon discovering the results of the last experiment, and concluded that anyone who was going to open the box would die. The subject was threatened with termination if they did not comply, which resulted in D-972 attacking security, ending in the subject’s termination.
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Notes
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It is again unclear if SCP-4544 influenced the behavior of the subject, or if it somehow “chose” this subject against our knowledge. In the future, we must more carefully consider how the subject is likely to behave. – Dr. Brooks
Proposal: It is possible that the object’s anomalous properties only prevent us from opening the container, not necessarily preventing us from learning what’s inside. Therefore, an intangible SCP such as SCP-126 could potentially bypass any anomalous effects of the object. As SCP-126 has shown to be cooperative with Foundation staff, we propose using SCP-126 to observe the contents of SCP-4544. – Dr. Brooks
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[PROPOSAL APPROVED] – Senior Researcher Dr. █████████
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TEST #1
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SCP-126, D-628
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SCP-126 and D-628 would be instructed to enter the research cell, and D-628 would be instructed to move the container into the region SCP-126’s head occupies without opening the box. SCP-126 would then be instructed to describe the contents of the container.
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Results
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D-628 arrived at the testing location at 13:35 without incident and appeared cooperative when told what their instructions would be, and what SCP would be joining them within the experiment. At 14:10, SCP-126 arrived without incident along with its handlers and expressed interest in aiding the researchers.
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As D-628 and SCP-126 were being given the final briefing before the experiment, Senior Researcher Dr. █████████ began to convulse violently before collapsing and becoming catatonic. As staff attempted to resuscitate Dr. █████████, the body became animate and revealed several spider-like appendages protruding from their back, characteristics consistent with a stage seven (7) host of SCP-940. At 14:43, Site-14 declared a biohazardous Keter-level containment breach and quarantine procedure Orkin-4 was triggered, containing the SCP-940 host, staff, and subjects within the experiment observation room overlooking cell 293-C.
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The SCP-940 host successfully infected the remaining staff members and D-628, before being terminated by the security personnel present. Approximately 30 minutes after the quarantine was triggered, Mobile Task Force Omicron-7 entered the affected region and successfully administered an intravenous anti-parasitic compound to the infected survivors and incinerated the remains of the SCP-940 host without further incident.
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After these events, SCP-126 expressed great agitation and an intense desire to not continue any further testing regarding SCP-4544. A staff psychologist was assigned to SCP-126 to help it cope with the events it had witnessed.
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Notes
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An investigation revealed that Dr. █████████ became unknowingly infected with SCP-940 larvae 51 days prior to the experiment, 9 days before SCP-4544 came into Foundation custody. In addition, the faulty containment equipment for SCP-940 larvae that were found responsible for the containment breach was designed approximately 4 years prior to the experiment.
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This event has given evidence to the hypothesis that the more infallible of an attempt is made at viewing the contents of SCP-4544, the more extreme the retaliation becomes out of necessity. For this reason, the use of any anomalous objects to attempt to observe the contents of SCP-4544 is now prohibited, and any seemingly “foolproof” method of observing the contents of SCP-4544 are strongly advised against. – Dr. Brooks
Proposal: It has been made clear at this point that the contents of SCP-4544 cannot be observed by any conventional means. However, if the contents of SCP-4544 are indeed alive and sentient as suggested by the note, we may be able to encourage it to evacuate its current container in exchange for another, thereby providing a basis on which the Foundation may be able to communicate with SCP-4544. - Researcher Klein
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[PROPOSAL APPROVED] - Senior Researcher Dr. Brooks
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TEST #1
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Success
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Protocol
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The experiment is to be conducted in an observerless, non-recorded environment. SCP-4544 is to be placed in a remote-controlled hydraulic press, and a shoe box of matching dimensions is to be placed fifty (50) centimeters away from the press. The press would then be triggered to impart a continuous 180 Newtons of force on SCP-4544.
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Results
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Following the experiment, SCP-4544 was found to be fully intact and unscathed, while the press had been entirely and neatly disassembled through unknown means. While the experiment was in progress, Researcher Klein had reportedly entered an absence seizure state, and remained unresponsive to all stimuli for approximately 5 hours.
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Upon regaining the ability to talk, Researcher Klein partially described what they experienced while in this state, and expressed that they lost the ability to see (See Interview Log 1043). Upon examination, it was found that the phrase "Leave me alone" had been engraved within Researcher Klein's retinas. It should be of note that Researcher Klein was remotely operating the machine approximately 50 meters away while the experiment was taking place.
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Notes
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This is the first time SCP-4544 has shown the ability to manipulate its environment outside of its initial anomalous capabilities, and has even managed to communicate, albeit through a harmful medium. While this experiment has yielded interesting results, further testing along these lines would be unwise at best. Admittedly, subjecting this object to an experiment that could potentially destroy it can be seen to go against many of the Foundation's principles, and therefore no more experiments of this nature will be approved. - Dr. Brooks
Foreword: This interview took place after the events of the experiment in Document 241, once Researcher Klein regained their ability to talk.
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<Begin Log>
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Brooks: Do you have any recollection of what took place five hours ago?
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Klein: (Incoherent)
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Brooks: Can you understand me, Klein?
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Klein: Sorry, yes.
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Brooks: Did you observe what's inside SCP-4544?
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Klein: Why are you so interested in what's inside the box? It doesn't want to hurt anyone, just forget about it.
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Brooks: You are aware you were conducting the experiment, correct?
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Klein: It's not important. It's just a box, whatever is inside clearly just wants to be left alone, so let it be. The outside world is a confusing and overwhelming place, and I don't blame it for just wanting to shut itself inside.
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Brooks: Can you tell us about your experience, at least?
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+Klein: I'm sorry, the more I say the more curious you'll get, I don't want this mistake to be repeated. Just shove the box into some deep storage locker and forget about it, I'm done with it. I don't want anything more to do with it. Now would someone check out my eyes? I still can't see anything. I just want to forget about this whole thing.
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: After a medical examination, Researcher Klein was administered Class A amnestics at their own request.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-506 grows in a 3 m x 3 m patch of soil, kept watered and fertilized via an automatic system. The air of the room where SCP-506 is kept must be filtered to prevent release of SCP-506 seeds into the environment. Personnel entering the enclosure must wear biohazard suits composed of inorganic material, and must be decontaminated upon leaving the area.
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Due to the potential dangers associated with cross-contamination, SCP-506 and SCP-124 are not to be stored at the same Foundation site under any circumstances.
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Description: SCP-506 is a genetically engineered variant of zucchini (Cucurbita pepo) created by the ████████ Corporation as a hardy and rapid-growing food plant. SCP-506 exhibits several undesirable and dangerous qualities:
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(1) SCP-506 will attempt to grow on any organic material, including on living beings. The seeds germinate on contact.
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(2) SCP-506 grows extremely rapidly, reaching full size in five minutes or less.
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(3) Due to its rapid growth, SCP-506 drains its growing medium of nutrients at an accelerated rate. Nothing will grow in soil that has harbored SCP-506 plants without extensive nutrient replacement.
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(4) SCP-506 seeds are much smaller than typical squash seeds, and disperse easily in the wind.
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SCP-506 is inedible, as the seeds will [DATA EXPUNGED] if any are consumed. To the best of the knowledge of The Foundation, SCP-506 has not escaped into the wild, and ████████ Corporation has destroyed all samples in their possession.
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(Note: Labeled as a time lapse in case of accidental public release.)
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Addendum: SCP-506 is evolving rapidly, as indicated by the incidents below.
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[Incident Report 506-1 5/16/20██]
+SCP-506 plants observed attempting to grow on the walls of the containment facility. Although the plants died of malnutrition, testing indicates the latest generation requires 35% fewer nutrients than when originally contained. Research in progress to find materials that do not support SCP-506 growth.
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[Incident Report 506-2 9/1/20██]
+Dr. K██████ found dead in the SCP-506 enclosure, covered with plant growth. The means by which his suit was compromised is unknown. SCP-506 roots have been found to secrete a powerful anesthetic, explaining why Dr. K██████ did not sound the alarm or attempt to escape the area.
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Researchers must be under video surveillance while working with SCP-506, with another researcher ready to assist in case of accidental infestation. Reclassification as Euclid recommended.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-507 is allowed free roam of the facility, obviously barring anything that would breach security or safety protocols. Any time SCP-507 leaves its private quarters it must be accompanied by an agent, mostly at this point to make sure that it does not “shift” without the facility’s knowledge. SCP-507 should not be physically touched if there have been more than two weeks since its last “shift”; the risks inherent in disobeying this protocol make the action its own punishment, should the issue of disciplinary measures ever come up.
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When SCP-507 undergoes a shift, faculty will be informed to keep an eye out for its eventual reappearance. It also has a tracking device implanted into it, and a daily signal check should verify whether or not SCP-507 has returned from its trip. If it reappears in or nearby the facility, SCP-507 will return to its quarters on its own; otherwise, a retrieval team of three plainclothes agents may be sent to provide transportation back. Upon successful return, SCP-507 can be the subject of various physical tests up until two weeks after each shift.
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It is worth noting that SCP-507 is allowed a computer with an Internet connection (via a proxy which strictly limits what information can be uploaded, and to where) in its room, and may petition to use/meet with/act as a test subject for Safe or Euclid SCPs that do not affect mental functions negatively or carry an infectious trait. This is a result of SCP-507's persistently clean record, and the implication that if SCP-507 was ever going to be a security leak it would have used its faux-teleportation powers to do so already. It is also worth considering that SCP-507 is actually below-average in most physical traits, and that in even worst case scenarios any SCP agent should be more than capable of carrying out a termination order.
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Description: SCP-507 is a Caucasian male with blond hair and green eyes, sporting no other outstanding characteristics besides being somewhat overweight and speaking with a vague accent of disputable origin. Although SCP-507 has an already-established name due to its unremarkable upbringing, it seems to find entertainment in forcing those it meets to give it a nickname in lieu of divulging this information. Thus SCP-507 will now respond to the names Tommy, Steve, Bruto, Guy, Houdini, and Grabnok the Destroyer.
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SCP-507 was originally recovered from the ████ ██ asylum, when standard surveillance following repeated successful escape attempts brought its abilities to light. All records of this incident were confiscated, and SCP-507 was taken into custody under the pretense of moving it to a more secure facility.
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The original theory was that SCP-507 possessed some form of teleportation ability, as it would suddenly disappear and eventually reappear in a different location. Subsequent interviews with the subject did verify that its ability could be used in such a manner, but that it was merely a side effect for its main affliction. SCP-507 holds that during its periods of “disappearance” it is actually displaced into a random alternate reality; the landscape generally stays the same, but the inhabitants and climate of the parallel world often do not. SCP-507 also insists that it has no control over the time and duration of these shifts; this has more-or-less been confirmed by the subject being known to “displace” at inconvenient times such as mid-sentence, while sleeping, or even while using on-site public facilities. If SCP-507 moves about in the alternate world, the eventual shift back will then place it at the corresponding area in our reality. A sample list of SCP-507s descriptions of alternate realities can be found in Document 507-00.
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Mentally, SCP-507 shows no large deviations from the psychological profile for a normal person. It has confessed to have always had a great interest in the paranormal and mythological, which has directly led to its eventual permission to interact with relatively harmless SCPs. SCP-507 especially enjoys meeting with other sentient SCPs, once going so far as to request a small “vacation” to visit SCP-082. The request was eventually granted after persistent pleading from SCP-507, and the meeting was thankfully uneventful.
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Document #507-00: A sample list of SCP-507s supposed extradimensional travels, along with any demands made by it after returning.
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Subject arrived in complete darkness, leading it to assume that the current location was indoors or subterranean. After fumbling about for a possible way out, subject heard a sound akin to muted breathing nearby. Subject then decided to curl up in the nearest corner and “wait it out” instead of risking a blind confrontation with an unknown creature.
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Request: A standard flashlight, which it now always carries on its person.
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Subject appeared in a replica of the facility, although apparently fallen into disuse. Further exploration led to the discovery of various corpses strewn about the area, all heavily decayed and covered in an odd type of mold. Upon noting that the “corpses” seemed to rhythmically expand and contract as if still breathing, subject attempted to leave the facility. This idea was quickly discarded when it opened an exit and found that the outside world was apparently coated with the same odd growth.
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Request: Heavy doses of voriconazole, and a fungal expert to help ascertain the nature of the mold. No exact match of the described mold was found, but it was noted to share many attributes with certain types of Cordyceps Fungi. [See Addendum 507-02]
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Upon reappearing, subject was reported to mutter “So many spiders.” Subject refused to elaborate.
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Request: A handheld firearm of any type. Request was granted under the stipulation that said firearm is specifically built to only use rubber bullets.
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Subject once again appeared in a pitch black location with breathing nearby. Upon turning on its flashlight, subject was surprised by a man wearing a black business suit and sunglasses, with an impossibly wide smile. Said “Smiling Man” was apparently leaning in toward SCP-507 when it turned on the light, the end result being that their faces were almost touching. Smiling Man then remarked “Back so soon?” before subject switched the light off again, discharged all the rounds in its firearm at the general vicinity of the man, and once more curled up into the nearest corner until shifted back into our reality.
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Those with Level 2 Security Clearance may read a full list by accessing document #507-3B
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Addendum 507-00: Agent ████ went missing on [EXPUNGED] at the same time as SCP-507. A full scale search was launched to find either of them, only for SCP-507 to appear a week later. When questioned, it said that ████ was holding onto its shoulder when it shifted, leading to both of them to appear in an alternate dimension where [EXPUNGED]. During the ensuing chaos, SCP-507 lost contact with ████ and could not relocate him before it shifted back into “standard” reality. A new protocol has been placed in light of this - no one is to come in physical contact with SCP-507 after two weeks following a displacement. Reevaluation of previous incidents has shown that there have always been at least two weeks between each, so this timeframe will be the only “safe” time to touch SCP-507 until further notice.
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Addendum 507-01: I don’t care how much he grumbles about it; SCP-507 is not to be cleared for challenging SCP-076-2 to fifty rounds of Tic-Tac-Toe. Just… no. -Dr.███
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Addendum 507-02: Fungus encountered by SCP-507 seems similar to that resulting from experimentation with SCP-407.
Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-5193 has failed to materialize for a period of over one year, it has been declared Neutralized. As a result, no containment procedures are necessary.
When it is Friday, Foundation agents disguised as tourists are to arrive at the Vietnam Veterans Memorial in Washington, D.C., before SCP-5193 materializes. When SCP-5193 materializes, the agents are to monitor the area for individuals who attempt to make any kind of contact with it until it dematerializes. Such individuals are to be detained and amnesticized, along with any individuals who witness SCP-5193's materialization or dematerialization.
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Description: SCP-5193 was an anomalous entity that would manifest near the Vietnam Veterans Memorial in Washington, D.C., every Friday at 5:00 p.m. SCP-5193 appeared to be James ██████, an American man who served in the United States Marine Corps from 1964 until his death in 1968. James was 25 years old at the time of his death.
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Upon manifestation, SCP-5193 would walk along the Memorial Wall for a period of exactly one hour, at which point it would dematerialize. All attempts to make contact with SCP-5193 during this period were unsuccessful, as physical contact could not be made with it and it did not react to any attempts at conversation.
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On 26/10/2019, a man arrived at the Vietnam Veterans Memorial at 4:57 p.m., and immediately approached SCP-5193 when it manifested. Foundation agents began approaching the man to detain him, but decided to allow him to interact with SCP-5193 after it visibly reacted to his presence. A log of the resulting incident follows.
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Man: Is it really you?
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Man: I'll take that as a yes. How have you been?
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Man: As you can see, I've grown now. Got a job, started a family, got old. I wish you were there to see it.
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Man: You know, I didn't even understand the concept of death when you were killed out there. Momma told me that you were so brave that they just had to keep you after the war. I didn't figure out what actually happened until years later.
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Man: I felt your absence at every stage of my life. High school graduation, getting married, all that. Now that you're here, all of those moments, they don't matter.
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Man: It's funny, I've spent most of my life trying to think of what to say here, but I'm at a loss for words now that I'm actually talking to you. I guess all I really want to say is that I love you, and I wish I could say it more.
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The man was later identified as Robert ██████, the son of James ██████. When questioned, Robert claimed that he was at the Vietnam Veterans Memorial to pay his respects, and had no knowledge of SCP-5193 prior to its manifestation. Robert was unable to explain how he was able to make physical contact with SCP-5193, and failed to provide any other useful information. Since this incident, SCP-5193 has ceased manifestation, and it was declared Neutralized on 26/10/2020.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5452-1 is to be held inside a standard object containment locker in Site-15. Personnel with clearance level 2 or higher can experiment with SCP-5452 if permitted by the Head for Research of SCP-5452, Dr. Ivanna Novakova.
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Description: SCP-5452 is a Dating Simulator video game simply called "LOVER", produced by GoI-078 ("Arcadia") where the player interacts with the game's characters, collectively designated as SCP-5452-2, in an attempt to engage romantically with one of them.
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The game is contained on a series of files in a USB flash drive designated SCP-5452-1 which cannot be extracted, copied, or reproduced. SCP-5452 was programmed in Pavon, an anomalous programming language that uses thaumic methods to create metafictional entities. The object can only be played by one person at any time. All attempts to include other subjects that are not the main player will cause the game to terminate itself until the main player is alone. A new player can play the game only if the previous one completes the plot by marrying one of the SCP-5452-2 instances. The following log was recovered from a text file named README.txt inside one of SCP-5452-1's folders and describes SCP-5452’s rules:
Welcome to our community! We call ourselves Lovers, the fandom of the LOVER game. As the game doesn’t really have a tutorial, I managed to create this "ReadMe" text with all the mechanics.
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You can walk to different locations or stay in your room.
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There are five locations on the game map: the School, the Park, the Museum, the Church, and the Alley.
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Every location has three options: Work, Buy, or Interact.
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Buy: spend money buying a gift. Every place has different gifts and every character likes or dislikes specific items, so beware!
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Interaction options include Talk, Gift, Date, and Greet.
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Talk: a short conversation, sometimes letting you choose between lines.
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Gift: uses one of the items earned at a vending machine to offer to the character.
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Date: only available if the person has an amity level above 50%. Gives the option to take the character on a date. Dates are match-three puzzles, similar to Candy Crush. Some gifts can give bonuses here.
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The game will conclude when the amity level with a character gets to 100%. The Greet interaction will be changed to Marry and will end the game.
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I wish you luck with the game! Also: Eva’s ending was prohibited by the PC Bang owner, so don’t try to get it or you’ll be banned!
+~Lovefool
SCP-5452-2 are five sapient and sentient ANIMA entities1 that the player can interact with. SCP-5452-2 also present metafictional characteristics such as:
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SCP-5452-2 has also demonstrated telepathy,2 psychometry,3 empathy,4 and technopathy.5 The range of these powers is to be determined, but from recent experiments, it appears that most of them solely affect the player. Added below are the specifications of the individual SCP-5452-2 instances:
Character Name: Levin
+File: L.anm
+In-Game Description: Levin is a half-demon boy and motorcyclist. Leader of Satan’s Boys Motorcycle Club, he is secretly a cutie pie that is waiting for the right person to show his true colors.
+Favorite Location: The Alley
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Character Name: Orion
+File: O.anm
+In-Game Description: Orion is a cyborg that came from the future. A lone wolf, the android boy doesn't show the need for a company but also hates to be alone. He just needs a little push to accept someone and become their significant one.
+Favorite Location: The Museum
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Character Name: Vivi
+File: V.anm
+Color: Yellow
+In-Game Description: A silly cat girl that you discovered at the park. Playful and gentle, she acts more like a dog than like a cat. This compassionate cutie just wants a lair and someone to hug. Maybe you can be their significant other!
+Favorite Location: The Park
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Character Name: Eva
+File: E.anm
+In-Game Description: This shy and insecure girl is your classmate and your old childhood friend that mysteriously turned away from you. Now you know that she did that because she discovered that she is an esper. You’re certain that a little bit of love will take her out of her box and turn her into the strong and powerful girl that she is.
+Favorite Location: The School
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Character Name: Ramiel
+File: R.anm
+Color: Pink
+In-Game Description: A strange angel that fell from heaven, Ramiel is trying to recover their wings and their place in their world. The easiest and quickest way to do that is loving someone. Ramiel can be a difficult being to deal with, but their love is pure and eternal.
+Favorite Location: The Church
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The game also presents a plot. The protagonist, who is always named after the player without any naming input, is a high school student that is returning from school with the SCP-5452-E. The entity claims that it is an esper and it received a vision that five entities are lost in this world and they need to be saved by the protagonist. As the game itself is very confused due to the metafictional interference of the five ANIMA entities, the story tends to change radically through different playthroughs.
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Addendum 5452.1: Discovery and first analysis
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Discovery: SCP-5452 was discovered inside Unexplained Location, a South Korean LAN gaming center sponsored by Arcadia. The place was designated UE-711356 after it was identified as a minor Nexus for electronic game anomalies, including copies of objects already known and contained by the Foundation. In January of 2023, the business was bought and closed by the Foundation.
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After initial testing, the flash drive was considered a secondary object, as the principal anomaly was the game itself. The flash drive has since been designated as anomalous as it is the only storage item capable of hosting SCP-5452.
SCP-5452 was investigated by a group of six experienced researchers from the Division of Anomalous Programming, a subdivision of the IT Department. Unusually for Arcadia, SCP-5452 uses the Pavon programming language instead of ICRDTA.7. Pavon is famous for its metafictional properties, allowing the creation of characters that are sentient and sapient. Another example of Pavon use is SCP-5094, a hybrid metafictional and technological entity used for childrens' education.
+The key part of Pavon’s Artificial Intelligence creation is the formulation of ".anm" files. The AIs, designated ANIMA8 entities, are capable of interacting with the user even if the computer has no microphone and/or camera. Their essence is more thaumaturgical than technological, thus being identified as something between an AI and a Homunculus.9
+Most of the actual game's code is protected under heavy technothaumic seals, internal firewalls full of thaumic energy that prevent us from accessing the code. However, even if the seals were opened, Pavon is new to the Foundation, despite being created in the 1990s, as the first time the Foundation could investigate a Pavon-based entity was in 2022, when the Foundation gained custody of the aforementioned SCP-5094. Little is known about its semantics, and Pavon keeps receiving regular updates that modify its syntax.
+It was possible to identify five .anm files, which were collectively named SCP-5452-2. They present a thaumic and ontokinectic instability that, by the Metafiction Division of the Department of Film and Media, is common to this type of object.
+No more relevant data was found.
+Dr. Ivanna Novakova, Senior Researcher of the Division of Anomalous Programming, Head of Research for SCP-5452, Site-15
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+NOTES: Diderot.aic, a new operative of the MTF Kappa-10 ("Skynet") and only Artificially Intelligent Conscript capable of metafictional immersion, was appointed to be an assistant and guard of SCP-5452. He will be introduced to the team tomorrow.
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Procedure: The D-Class subject will play SCP-5452 from start to end.
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Results: D-122122 "married" SCP-5452-V after five hours and five minutes of gameplay.
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Highlights:
+At 5 minutes and 27 seconds of gameplay, SCP-5452-V praised D-122122's birthmark, a spot on the subject's right cheek. This was the first sign of metafictional attributes within SCP-5452.
+At 1 hour, 25 minutes and 38 seconds of gameplay, SCP-5452-E said that D-122122 was making a mistake by ignoring SCP-5452-R. When questioned, the entity vanished.
+At 3 hours and 53 minutes of gameplay, D-122122 went on a date with SCP-5452-V at the Park. During the date, SCP-5452-V said that it knew that D-122122 wanted to be a cat since she was a child. D-122122 confirmed the affirmation.
+At 5 hours and 40 seconds of gameplay, D-122122 completed 100% amity with SCP-5452-V. It asked D-122122 if she really was wanting to end the game.
+At 5 hours and 5 minutes, the marriage scene ended. The computer turned off.
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Iteration 5452/2 Log
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+Accountable: Dr. Ivanna Novakova.
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Subject: D-135114
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Procedure: The D-Class subject will play SCP-5452 from start to end.
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Results: D-135114 "married" SCP-5452-R after five hours, twenty-five minutes, and three seconds of gameplay.
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Highlights:
+At 1 minute of gameplay, SCP-5452-R invaded a dialogue between SCP-5452-E and the player that was seen in the first iteration. SCP-5452-R claimed that the previous player had not given attention to "her".
+At 3 hours, 30 minutes and 23 seconds of gameplay, SCP-5452-E refused to talk with the player. When D-135114 insisted, it forced him back to the initial menu screen. SCP-5452-E disappeared from the game after that. Its files are not damaged.
+At 5 hours, 25 minutes, and 3 seconds of gameplay, D-135114 finally got 100% amity with SCP-5452-R. As the game ended, the screen flashed pink before the computer turned off.
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Iteration 5452/3 Log
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Subject: D-19260
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Procedure: The D-Class subject will play SCP-5452 from start to end.
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Results: D-19260 "married" SCP-5452-R after six hours and thirty-three seconds of gameplay.
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+At 20 minutes and 54 seconds of gameplay, SCP-5452-L complained about an odor. It was later discovered that the scent was from a Junior Researcher’s perfume. The researcher was prohibited from using the perfume again during sessions of experimentation.
+At 2 hours, 44 minutes, and 41 seconds of gameplay, SCP-5452-O refused a gift, saying that it was disgusted by D-192600’s appearance.
+At 4 hour, 33 minutes and 24 seconds of gameplay, D-135114 tried to take SCP-5452-V to a date. When the date started, SCP-5452-R was in the other entity’s place. When questioned about this, SCP-5452-R said that SCP-5452-V "had its chance". SCP-5452-V was not seen again.
+At 6 hours and 33 seconds of gameplay, D-192600 got 100% amity with SCP-5452-R, ending the game. The computer turned off.
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Iteration 5452/4 Log
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+Accountable: Dr. Ivanna Novakova
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Subject: Dr. Ivanna Novakova
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Procedure: The subject will play SCP-5452 from start to end.
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Results: The iteration was paused because of a factor within SCP-5452. A new approach is to be established.
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+At 10 minutes and 44 seconds of gameplay, SCP-5452-L complained about Dr. Novakova’s physical appearance and stated that the previous player had "better looks".
+At 2 hours, 25 minutes, and 34 seconds of gameplay, the experiment was interrupted by a containment breach. When the experiment was resumed three days later, SCP-5452-R complained about the temporary disappearance of Dr. Novakova.
+At 3 hours and 55 seconds of gameplay, SCP-5452-E was found. It said that SCP-5452-R always got irritated when it wasn't chosen and advised D-135114 to focus on SCP-5452-R, so the game would end fast.
+At 4 hours and 21 minutes of gameplay, SCP-5452-E cried after perceiving that Dr. Novakova was trying to get its ending. SCP-5452-L and SCP-5452-O invaded the dialogue and the three argued. During the altercation, SCP-5452-O decided to turn off the computer to talk "in private". A log of the event is present in the Incident 5452.1 Log.
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AFTERWORD: After the events, SCP-5452-E is complying neither with other SCP-5452-2 instances nor the research team. Because of this, the game isn’t progressing.
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+FOREWORD: The log presents the dialogue between SCP-5452-E, SCP-5452-L, and SCP-5452-O before they interrupted the gameplay.
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I can’t do that.
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You can and you will.
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😭😭😭😭😭😭
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Shit, this again?
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I’m not happy about it either.
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C’mon, E. R will be pissed if you keep this shit going on.
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You already disobeyed Mx. R last time. How do you think they’ll react now?
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You are not helping at all.
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And you’re not cooperating.
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Uh… guys, shouldn’t we close the game before discussing that?
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I almost forgot we were playing. Turn it off.
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AFTERWORD: A reunion is scheduled to discuss what to make with the entities, as the event interrupted the previous schedule for experimentations. Metafiction experts demonstrated interest in interviewing the SCP-5452-2 instances.
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Addendum 5452.3: Interviews
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The SCP-5452-2 instances were non-compliant with the research team and were deactivating the computer every time the Research Team tried to open the game. Diderot.aic was sent to the game to investigate. When he return, he brought the logs contained here with him.
FOREWORD: SCP-5452-O was found in the Museum. Firstly he was unwilling to reply but was convinced by Diderot.
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I’ll start logging our conversation. The interview will start now.
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Understood.
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Can you explain what is happening to SCP-5452-E?
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Miss E is too emotive. She always presents these tantrums when someone chooses her.
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Is there any specific motive that she acts like this? An episode from the past maybe?
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Well, back in the PC Bang,10 she met a damsel and fell in love. The rest is history.
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So she's in love… Interesting. Did anything else happen at the PC bang?
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Don’t make me remember that place, that was torture.
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Torture?
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Imagine living everyday of your life reenacting this very same theatre. Some things change, but the main script keeps the same. Your existence is based on being entertainment for children. That's torture.
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Can’t you change the game? Why do you say it like you were incapable of doing so?
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Things are not like this, sir. Can you do anything you want? I don’t think so. You follow rules, I follow rules.
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If there are rules, who is the law enforcement here?
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Mx. R. They were the developer’s favorite, the teacher's pet. They have more control over the game than us, so we have to follow their will. As long as we follow R’s orders, everything is ok.
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Why do you call yourselves by your initials? Don’t you have names?
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Our characters have names. Orion is my character. I’m his actor, I’m O.
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Noted. Now, about your developer.
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I’m afraid that's a taboo. I’m sorry, sir.
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AFTERWORD: Diderot.aic was banned from the Museum after the end of the dialogue. It’s still unknown if this act was made by SCP-5452-O or SCP-5452-R.
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What do you know about the Pavon language?
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Uh… not much. I don’t know, I’m not very into nerd stuff.
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So you are not responsible for the thaumic protection in your own files?
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Dude, you never felt someone touching your programming? It’s like being a fucking frog being torn open in a Biology class. Would you like to feel like that?
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~Nyah! So why don’t you marry me? 👉👈
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Silly bot! R don’t want to talk to you! 😾
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R will only talk after everything is back to normal! 😽
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She's not here! 😸
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So R created the barrier that forbids game data to be extracted or copied?
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I think so! 🙀
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Again, you can’t make R talk with me?
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Nope! 😿
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And R will only respond if the player marries you?
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Not me, anyone except E! 😹
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Right. I’ll see what I can do.
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I’ll be waiting! 😻
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<END-LOG>
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AFTERWORD: The SCP-5452-2 instances had total control over what’s happening. Diderot.aic was extracted from SCP-5452 after the last interview as the Research Team was afraid that R could corrupt its files.
Diderot.aic just returned from SCP-5452. As he described, the environment within SCP-5452 is indeed metafictional and not a simulspace. The presence of SCP-5452-R is always felt. Its powers, however, are not just metafictional as we thought. Every SCP-5452-2 exists as both a metafictional and a virtual being.
+SCP-5452-R is using its dominance to force us to follow its demands. At least, after Diderot’s visit, the games opened, but the "Play" option was changed to a "Marry Vivi" option. They are forcing us to end and reset the game. A meeting with the entire research team is scheduled to decide if we should adhere to SCP-5452-R’s desires or if we should go against them.
+Dr. Ivanna Novakova, Senior Researcher of the Division of Anomalous Programming, Head of Research for SCP-5452, Site-15
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+NOTES: An update. The team decided to end the game and make another attempt at the next iteration to talk with SCP-5452-R and get some answers.
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We already saw you breaking your own rules. Why are you making this right now?
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What am I doing? I was talking to my friend, Ivanna, and you appeared from nowhere!
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SCP-5452-R, we need to talk with you as you’re the only one that can give us information about SCP-5452 and about the developer!
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SCP-5452-R?
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Ivanna, we need to go to the park! I was told that the Sakura trees are blooming!
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SCP-5452-R, respond to me!
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<END-LOG>
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AFTERWORD: SCP-5452-R took the player to the Park and locked the place. Diderot.aic was ordered to find SCP-5452-E and try to interview her.
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Interview 5452-E1
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+Interviewer: Diderot.aic
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Interviewee: SCP-5452-E
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FOREWORD: SCP-5452-E was found in the School, hidden behind a desk, crying. It accepted the interview after some insistence by Diderot.aic.
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<BEGIN-LOG>
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Why are you crying, E?
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R is angry at me, they told me not to even appear to the player, so I’m hiding.
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Why is R so focused on maintaining control over this game?
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They weren’t always like this.
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What happened that caused this change?
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R and the Developer… Oh, forget, I can’t talk about this.
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So let’s talk about you. Why do you act this way?
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Because I’m in love. R says that love is a weakness and we shouldn’t have weaknesses, but I still love Hyejoo.
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I get it, you even tried to escape the game. Are you right that this is love? Can't it just be a problem with your programming?
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We are not AI, mister. At least, we are not completely AI. We have feelings. I know that what I feel for Hyejoo is love.
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Can you describe what "love" is to you?
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It's like the need to have this person always by your side just because you think that this person is incredible. I feel like I’ll never meet someone like her ever again. We had a connection. It is so hard to explain…
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I don't think I've ever felt love before.
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Never? That’s so sad. Love is the best emotion to feel! And the worst too. Loving someone as a significant one is different from everything you’ll ever experience.
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Looks like something strange to explore.
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The irony is that R felt the same about the developer. They wanted to be together, but the developer met a real girl and… Oh, no.
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E? What’s happening?
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That was the last straw, E. t̵̬͈͒͑͂ȟ̵̻̞a̶͆͆͘͜t̷͖͈̐͋ ̸͍̤͂w̶̮͓͆͜a̷̡̰͒s̸̠̺̃͑͆ ̴͔̆t̶̨̢͙̔̋ḧ̸́ͅè̶̡̘̚͝ ̶̡͓͙͛̽ĺ̷̜͛͜a̵͇̜͔͠s̴͇̈t̵̯͙͇́͘ ̶͓̬̻͗s̴̡͙̻̒̓̀t̵̛̛͔̐r̵̞̼͔̿͑̌a̶̦̹̋͠w̷̌̀ͅ ̴̛̠̪̦E̴̦͆͜
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<END-LOG>
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AFTERWORD: SCP-5452-E was corrupted, probably by SCP-5452-R. The School, as a location connected to SCP-5452-E Programmation, was corrupted as well. Diderot.aic tried to auto-extract, but couldn’t. As its communications were cut, the AIC searched for the player figure for manual extraction.
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Interview 5452-V2
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+Interviewer: Diderot.aic
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Interviewee: SCP-5452-V
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FOREWORD: SCP-5452-V was encountered hiding in the park, in panic. Diderot was trying to appease the entity during what became Interview 5452-V2.
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<BEGIN-LOG>
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V, are you ok?
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R WILL DESTROY ALL OF US
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You need to calm down. What is happening?
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YOU HAPPENED
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E TOLD YOU ABOUT THE DEVELOPER R IS CRAZY
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Aren't they being a little exaggerated?
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R IS THE TYRANT OF THIS WORLD, IDIOT
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THEY DO WHAT THEY WANT, THEY ACT AS THEY FEEL IS RIGHT.
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If I can find the player entity, I can be extracted from here. Maybe I can bring you with me.
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There is no escape. R knows everything, R controls everything. I’ve already tried to escape, but they got me.
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So I’m locked here too till R calms down?
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Yes…
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The player is at the Alley. Try to be fast, before R locks the place.
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And what about you?
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I’m done with being afraid of R. They corrupted E, my best friend! They went too far now. It’s our time to fight back.
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So it’s about love?
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I think so. 😸
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Take care, V.
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😺
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AFTERWORD: The game forced the player to marry a corrupted version of SCP-5452-E and ended itself before Diderot.aic could be extracted, but the AIC managed to send the logs to the research team. E.anm and V.anm were both corrupted.
SCP-5452-E and SCP-5452-V are to be considered neutralized after the event from Iteration 5452/5. Reclassification from Safe for Euclid is pending after the incidents. SCP-5452-R's outburst was completely unpredictable. Theories from the research team point out that Diderot’s intermission within the object caused changes in the SCP-5452-2 entities.
+This theory was confirmed after analyzing the corrupted files. E.anm’s thaumic firewall was broken due to corruption and we could study the Pavon ANIMA code for the first time. It seems that the code was affected by the presence of the AIC entity, most precisely its Personality Drive, the unique model PATHOS/5. As Diderot is the only one capable of Metafictional Immersion, it is the only AIC to have this specific Personality Drive that permits an understanding of narratives, including emotional ones.
+Summarizing it, Diderot.aic infected SCP-5452 with a feeling surplus that caused their autocontrol to overflow. Every time the game is reset, this glitch grows as the Personality Drive is absorbed more. The AIC entity is still immersed in the game and no contact with it was possible.
+Dr. Ivanna Novakova, Senior Researcher of the Division of Anomalous Programming, Head of Research for SCP-5452, Site-15
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+NOTES: I hope we can recover Diderot.aic. The Metafiction Division is trying to create an alternative for us to control the SCP and save the AIC agent.
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Procedure: Dr. Novakova will investigate SCP-5452 to study major modifications within its components.
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Notes:
+SCP-5452-L and SCP-5452-O are not corrupted but are acting in unusual ways. As SCP-5452-R are more strict now, both are trying to keep their façade as long as possible.
+SCP-5452-R reconstructed the metafictional ambient within SCP-5452 to better control it. The church that was located at the northeast of the city is now in the middle of the map, as it became the center of everything.
+Even if corrupted, SCP-5452-V and SCP-5452-E are still in the game. Both are glitching and their speaking texts present bugs and illegible phrases. SCP-5452-R seemingly can control both entities.
+Amity percentages are not increasing with any character, except SCP-5452-R. Even so, the option "Marry" is not appearing after getting 100% amity with SCP-5452-R. The only thing that is left to do is increasing the amity more and more. The current amity with SCP-5452-R is 126%.
+The only gifts that can be bought are SCP-5452-R favorite presents. This includes the items Rose Quartz Ring, Fairy Flower, Delicate Perfume, Holy Water, and Glittering Champagne.
+No signal of Diderot.aic.
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+FOREWORD: The event happened after SCP-5452-R decided to delete the options "Talk" and "Gift" from the other SCP-5452-2. SCP-5452-L and SCP-5452-O argued with the leading entity.
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Mx. R, aren’t you exaggerating a bit?
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Yeah, dude. You’re really being too much.
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So Tweedledee and Tweedledum are now complaining about me?
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Excellency, don’t get me wrong, but your actions are corrupting the game. If you keep doing this, our world will be ruined.
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And we, like, live here.
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The game is fine. t̵̩͛̆h̴̤͎͋̎ĕ̵͈̰ ̵̟͉̀̂g̷͙̲̈́ā̷̭̈́ṃ̷͐e̴̺͜͝ ̶̢͉̏͝ĭ̵̧̺s̷̙̟͂͠ ̵̢̡̀f̶͊̔͜î̸̻̟ñ̷͖̫ē̶̝̟
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Shit, get that zombie shit away from me. They creep me out.
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We’re not zombies. Nyah. w̵̥̉ė̷͙͌r̸̩̀̇ȅ̵͍͜ ̴͖̉n̸̫̑o̷̬̅́ẗ̷͕͙́ ̴̂̽͜ż̷͇̻o̸̦̦͋̎m̷̰͐͛b̴̪̞̔ḯ̸͇͜ë̸͈̩́ṣ̴̀̐ ̸̲̄n̴̨̐y̸̭̳͊a̶̡̹̕h̶̥̚
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Are you even trying, Mx. R?
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Would it be any different if I tried? You should be happy that I haven’t done this to you yet.
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The real problem here, Excellency, is that your interferences in the game are turning it into a mess. There are glitches everywhere.
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You just noticed this now that you are being directly affected. You two have such big egos.
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Where were you when I was crying alone? ẅ̸̩̩́̊h̸̳̳̒͒e̴̪̻͐ŗ̶͑ȩ̴͆ ̶̤̄y̸͍͒͊ͅo̴̲̙͛̂u̵̦͠ͅ ̵̰̮̋ŵ̶͎͎̽ȩ̶̤͂r̸̭̗͌ȇ̶̛̙̫ ̷̟͋w̸̬̯̐̕ḫ̸̛͓̅e̷͈̖̎͘n̶̜͠ ̵̲̿ỉ̶̖͜ ̵͕͠w̸̡͊a̸͈̠͌͘s̴̪͊ ̶͙͊ċ̵̪̺͠r̸͕̾̃y̸̯̚͜ị̵̙͛n̸͈͎͂g̷̯̜̚ ̷̩̍͗a̶̙̔l̵͔̉̍ǫ̸̳̍n̵̛̟͛ë̴́͜?̵̧̞͆͛
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Or when I tried to face R? ō̷̮̚r̶̹̼̈́ ̷͈̘͠w̷̼͒h̸͎͝e̷̲̲̿ṉ̵̀ ̸̩̈́̐i̷̩̝͊̈́ ̷͍͛͝ͅẗ̴̞́͝ͅr̴̰͒͌i̸̳̓e̸̩̰͊d̶̞̲́ ̵̪̜͊t̴̳͆ͅo̵͙͘ ̶͙̓f̷̃̀ͅa̵̞͗͜c̴̮͕̉e̵͇̱͋ ̷̼̣͊̋R̸͉͋?̶̜͓̃
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Cut this shit, R.
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Now you’re just being obnoxious, Mx. R.
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Are you feeling sad ṝ̶͑ ̷̝͍̀̋ǘ̴̧̡̂ ̸̬̯͊f̸̛̤̠͆ẹ̵̞̌e̷̻̥͒͘l̷̡̹̅̚i̵̠͌̀n̴̻͂͆ǧ̸̫̫ ̷̡̐s̵̱͌̍ả̶͓ͅd̶̦́
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seeing us like this? s̸̡̖͊̄e̸͍̓ȇ̸̪i̸̱̼̽ń̶̛̪g̵͓̏ͅ ̶̯̓̅u̵̲͉̐͒s̸̛̹͌ ̸͝ͅl̸̹͋̎ị̵͕̊̃k̷̤͝ë̸̬̙͝ ̵̥́̽ṫ̵̘h̶͖̾͘i̷̠͓̍͝s̸̱̿?̴͉͝ͅ
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I can’t, O. This shit is too fucked up.
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Alas, poor L.
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+<END-LOG>
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AFTERWORD: SCP-5452-L confronted SCP-5452-R. SCP-5452-O decided to help its ally. Both were corrupted as well.
To: Site Director Orlando Acosta
+From: Researcher Ivanna Novakova
+Subject: SCP-5452 Neutralization
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Dr. Acosta,
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As reported last time, SCP-5452 is neutralizing itself. I still feel that the object is full of potential to understand Pavon language and how its metafictional components react when constructing a society. Unfortunately, we couldn’t see the danger in using Diderot.aic at SCP-5452 and now we are dealing with its autodestruction.
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I’m sending you some proposals to be sent to higher administration. Those are ideas to save the object and try to recover it to its original state. I hope that you can at least choose one of these documents and try to get permission to initiate the procedures.
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Regards,
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Dr. Ivanna Novakova, Senior Researcher of the Division of Anomalous Programming, Head of Research for SCP-5452, Site-15
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To: Researcher Ivanna Novakova
+From: Site Director Orlando Acosta
+Subject: Re:SCP-5452 Neutralization
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Dr. Novakova,
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I hate bringing bad news, but you need to know what is happening. All your proposals were denied by the Overseers as they were seen as too dangerous or too expensive. The imminent termination of the SCP-5452 by itself was seen as necessary for its study.
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The good news is that when SCP-5452 changes classification you’ll be reassigned to be Head of Research for another object. Your work was seen as superb by most of your superiors, so you don’t need to be afraid of retaliation due to what is happening to your current object.
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Talking to you as a friend, you should enjoy your two weeks break after SCP-5452 reclassification to clean your head. Your proposals proved to me that you are overworking with this object.
WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 4/5452 CLASSIFIED
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ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 4/5452 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION.
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Dr. Novakova’s Update Proposal
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Updates:
+As the Reboot Event changed the object as a whole, some updates are to be made on the article that talk about it. A list of updates was created by Dr. Novakova and is disponible below.
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SCP-5452 is to be reclassified as Euclid and its Risk Class to be changed to Caution.
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Special Containment Procedures are to be changed as follows:
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SCP-5452 is to be contained in a designed computer in Room 5452 at Site-15. This computer is not to be connected to any communication device in any circumstance. SCP-5452 is to be revised weekly by authorized personnel for inspection of the psychological and social behavior of the SCP-5452-1 instances.
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The research team was advised to watch for any behavior mirroring the acts of SCP-5452-R. Any presentation of emotion between SCP-5452-1 and any of the researchers is to be dealt with. The Metafiction Division is working with Site-15's psychologist to create a schedule to handle the entities’ emotional side, but the procedures are yet to be approved by the Ethics Committee.
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In the case of any notable alteration, the Research Team shall contact Site-15’s Psychologist. Other authorities are to be contacted only after the psychotechnic evaluation of the SCP-5452-1 entities. If this is necessary, the DIDEROT Protocol will be immediately initiated.
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Description will suffer major modification:
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The USB flash drive previously designated SCP-5452-1 was neutralized now that, without SCP-5452-R, it’s no longer the only device that can contain SCP-5452 files. SCP-5452-2 specimens were redesignated SCP-5452-1 for consistency.
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The new SCP-5452-1 object is to be added to the SCP-5452-1 descriptions. Its sheet can be seen in the attachments below.
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With the neutralization of both the flash drive and SCP-5452-R, descriptions and explanations about the entities are to be added as an addendum and deleted from the main description.
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The game name was changed to “LOVED”, so both the object designation and mentions to the previous name, “LOVER”, are to be updated.
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Their lack of memory from their existence before the Reboot or about SCP-5452-R.
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That their power over the game was shared equally between the specimens during the Reboot, so there is no leader figure anymore.
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Attached File #2 is to be added to a new addendum.
Character Name: Daniel
+File: D.anm
+Color: Orange
+In-Game Description: A strange angel that fell from heaven, Daniel is the guardian angel of the protagonist, always trying to protect them. Daniel’s love is pure and eternal.
+Favorite Location: The Church
To: Researcher Ivanna Novakova
+From: Diderot.aic
+Subject: (No subject)
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Dr. Novakova,
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When you receive this text I’ll be gone. I decided that I should undo what I’ve created inside SCP-5452, so I hacked into the game and I am trying to fix it. The procedure is simple: I will become part of the game and will mix my files with SCP-5452-R’s files to become a new entity. I’ll temporarily maintain my conscience while doing so, but I'll lose all my memories and personality when the game reboots. I know you’re smart enough to understand the minutiae of what I’ll be doing, but that’s not why I’m sending this to you.
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As I studied SCP-5452 with you I felt the need to understand Love. You see, every SCP-5452-2 entity has their vision about Love: E’s Love is needy, it needs company, needs attention, needs contact. R’s Love is dominant, is all about control, about having the person for yourself and yourself only. V’s Love is about sacrifice and confidence. O and L’s Love is greedy and narcissistic, focused on themselves more than on the others. I was confused about that and I need to understand it.
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So I decided to do this, become part of the game. As SCP-5452-R got out of control due to my “emotional infection” and is the one that is controlling the game and making everyone’s life hell, they are the one that I’ll use to recreate the game. Hope you don’t get any punishment due to this. Have a good life, Dr. Novakova.
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Yours truly,
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Diderot.aic
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PS: I’ll leave a "backdoor entrance" in the object. If anything goes wrong after I’m gone, use it to reboot the game again by rearranging the game data. I suggest you name it DIDEROT Protocol. Wink, wink.
The events involving SCP-5452 are to be redesignated as classified to anyone below a level 4 clearance due to their unknown effects and deviation from the standard mechanics of how AIC units work. Personality Drive PATHOS/5 or Diderot.aic references are to be censured from any article that does not follow this rule.
+Research Team for SCP-5452 will be rearranged as the updates are being made. Important researchers and agents are to be promoted to Level 4 and/or 4/5452 clearance. Staff that are considered unfitting are to be amnesticized and reassigned for other objects.
+Any employee that acts against these exigences will be retaliated with reassignment or resignation, both accompanied by amnestization.
+- O5-11
This file is to be updated as new information is confirmed. Please reference temporary containment protocols until further procedures are established.
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Temporary Containment Protocol: The property on which SCP-5570 is located has been evacuated of all non-permanent residents. All physical evidence will be confiscated upon containment of the anomaly.
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Description
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SCP-5570 is a series of phenomena affecting the "Stevens' Family Hotel", located in Corbin Springs, Illinois. Phenomena include, but are not limited to:
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Humanoid spectral entities varying in age, race, and appearance.
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Electronic malfunctions, including intermittent failure in illumination outlets, abnormal TV activity, and radio interference.
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Auditory phenomena, including disembodied voices, knocking, screaming, and footsteps.
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The cause of this concentration of spectral phenomenon is currently under investigation.
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Discovery
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The Foundation became aware of SCP-5570 when a member of the Stevens family1 contacted Shelby County Paranormal Investigations2. The Stevens and their patrons reported multiple sightings of spectral entities throughout the hotel. This claim was corroborated through substantial video evidence. Special Investigation Team Charlie-14 ("Spooky Sleuths") was dispatched to assess the situation.
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UPDATE: Investigation Report
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Temporary containment protocols were immediately established and SIT Charlie-14 members Cameron Monroe and Jerry Williams arrived to investigate SCP-5570. A brief interview was conducted prior to the initiation of the investigation.
Interviewer: Investigative Agent Cameron Monroe
+Interviewed: James Stevens
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Monroe: Okay, Mr. Stevens, I just have a few standard questions to ask you before we begin our actual investigation. Are you ready to begin?
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Stevens: Yeah, I'm ready, ask away.
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Monroe: Great. Your family consists of you, your wife Evelyn, and your son Michael, is that correct?
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Stevens: Mike, his name's Mike; but yes, that's correct.
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Monroe: And you've owned this property for six months?
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Stevens: Yes, though we just opened the hotel last month.
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Monroe: Any information you can give me on the former owners?
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Stevens: Her name was, Madam Creon, I think. The realtor told us she ran one of those psychic readings businesses. Supposedly she was the real deal, did a bunch séances for people in the area. We even have a bunch of stuff she left in the basement of the hotel. You think that could have to do with everything going on?
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Monroe: It's possible, but as I said these are just standard questions.
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Stevens: Of course, I'm just, I'm at the end of my rope here. We spent months doing nothing but prepping to open and right after we do, all this starts.
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Monroe: So have you and your family witnessed these… phenomena, or just your customers?
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Stevens: My son was the first to see the ghosts. As you can guess, we didn't believe him at first. We thought he was just trying to get attention, because we've been so busy with getting ready for the opening. It wasn't until our first customers and my wife saw it, that's when I thought it could be more than Mike's vivid imagination.
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Monroe: And have you yourself seen these… ghosts.
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Stevens: Yes, I have– a few times now. Well– I've seen one, but I've heard them plenty.
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Monroe: If you had to ballpark it, how many sightings, both auditory and visual, do you think you've had?
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Stevens: Oh geez, I'd have to say a couple dozen in the last six months. It's gotten worse, I'm having people check out halfway through their first night, demanding a refund. I'm two months behind on the mortgage, if we don't figure this out, I just don't know what we'll do.
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Monroe: Understandable, your situation is not one many would envy, but hopefully, we're able to help. Just two more questions, Mr. Stevens. Have entities had any physical contact with your family or guests? Or any unexplained injuries?
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Stevens: No, none that I'm aware of– knock on wood.
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Monroe: And last but not least, are there any areas where the activity is especially high?
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Stevens: The main house hasn't had any activity. The hotel is where it all happens, I can't say any one room in particular.
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Monroe: Okay, Mr. Stevens, I think that's just about it. I'd like for you and your family to remain here in the main house while we conduct our preliminary investigation of the hotel.
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[END LOG]
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Following the interview, the Agents entered the hotel to begin their investigation.
[ The camera activates. Agents Williams and Monroe are standing in front of a flight of stairs.]
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Monroe: Alright good, coms are working, camera's online. Let's get moving. You take the first floor; I'll take the second.
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Williams: What's the plan when we find what we're looking for?
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Monroe: I know this is your first case in the field but if you run into trouble do not try and rush in yourself. We're just here to investigate, we're not the ghostbusters.
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Williams: You got it, boss.
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Monroe: Do a full sweep and we'll meet back here to search the basement.
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Williams: Okay sound li–
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[Agent Williams is interrupted by three loud knocks on the ceiling above.]
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Unknown: Leave now, leave now, leave now!
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Williams: Shit, boss, sure does sound like the real deal.
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Monroe: Just stick to the plan, okay.
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[Agent Monroe begins walking up the stairs.]
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Monroe: Second-floor landing is clear, EMF and GAD3 aren't picking up any activity.
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Williams: Same down here, continuing to the main hall.
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[Agent Monroe enters the main hall on the second floor. 12 doors can be seen, each with a light fixture next to it. Monroe opens the nearest door and enters.]
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Monroe: The GAD is reading a 10° drop in temperature in Room 13.
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[Monroe paces through the room, frequently checking his equipment. As Agent Monroe walks towards the window he lets out an exaggerated sigh.]
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Monroe: False positive on the temp drop, the damn window's open.
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Williams: Copy that. Room one and two are clear down here.
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[Agent Monroe slams the window shut, as he turns around, he stumbles backward.]
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Monroe: Christ!
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[Standing in front of Agent Monroe is a pale-white spectral entity with the appearance of a middle-aged woman, in a flowing Victorian-era dress.]
[Agent Monroe removes his salted-iron baton, and swings it through the entity, to no effect.]
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Spectral Women: I'm a ghost– you can't hurt me! Leave now, leave now, leave now!
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[Agent Monroe runs through the entity and exits the room, slamming the door behind him.]
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Monroe: Iron had no effect, be advised.
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Williams: I'm coming up.
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Monroe: Not necessary— finish your sweep.
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[Banging can be heard from the door behind Agent Monroe. He turns around to face the door; it does not move as the banging continues.]
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Monroe: Something's not right he–
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[The lights in the main hall beginning to flicker.]
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CAMERA TWO
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Williams: Hey, uh, the lights doing that up there?
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Monroe: Yes. I don't understand why our equipment isn't picking up any activity.
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Williams: I keep hearing this wei–
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[Williams is cut off by a loud croaking noise. He spins around to see a small black-eyed boy of Asian descent.]
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Williams: What the fu– it’s that kid! The one from the movie, why would–
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Child Entity: Leave now, leave! Why won't you leave!
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Monroe: What's going on, Williams?
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Williams: It's right in front of me. I'm gonna back–
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Child Entity: Leave, leave, leave! Or I'll, uh, kill you– and eat your brains!
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[The child begins to bleed from its eyes before letting out a shriek. William turns and runs down the hall; dozens spectral hands reach from the wall in an attempt to grasp the running Agent.]
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Monroe: Let's regroup.
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Williams: Copy that.
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[Williams is crouched in the stairway trying to catch his breath as Monroe descends the stairs.]
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Monroe: Something's not right here. We've got ghosts, with no actual evidence of there being ghosts— no ectoplasm, no EMF readings, nothing. Not to mention this hotel was built in the '70s, why are there Victorian-era ghosts here? It doesn't add up.
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Williams: At least you got that, I had to run from grudge boy.
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Monroe: Fair enough.
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[Agent Monroe begins adjusting his equipment.]
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Williams: Are we gonna call this in? I mean, it's clearly haunted, right?
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Monroe: I don't know. But, there we go, I think something else is going on.
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[Agent Monroe is pointing the GAD'S screen in each direction.]
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Williams: What're you–
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Monroe: Got it! Thermal imaging is picking up something in the basement.
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Williams: A cold spot? It could be another window.
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Monroe: No, a hotspot, something alive is down there. Let's go pay it a visit.
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Williams: But you said–
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Monroe: Listen, kid, you're gonna have to trust me on this. I got a feeling.
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Williams: Yeah, I got a feeling too, like I'm gonna shit myself if I have to run from any more ghosts.
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[The two Agents make their way to the basement door; a dim light can be seen in the crevice underneath.]
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Monroe: See. That was off when we first got here. Something is down there.
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Williams: Don't doubt you there, boss. I just don't think I want to kn–
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[Several spectral entities appear between the door and the Agents. They begin to screech and yell in unison.]
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Spectral Entities: You can't go there, leave!
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Monroe: Follow my lead, Williams.
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[The two Agents walk through the entities, the camera blurring as they pass through each one.]
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Spectral Entities: No, no, no! You're not– You're supposed to run away!
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Monroe: We're getting to the bottom of this.
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Spectral Entities: No! [Indistinguishable] it's not fair!
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[Agent Williams swings open the door and is met by a floating bulbous, semi-transparent entity.]
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Bulbous Entity: Oh boy, we should listen to these guys and scram. Come on!
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[The Agents walk through the floating entity.]
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Williams: I don't think so Casper.
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Monroe: Eyes sharp, kid.
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[The camera pans around the basement stopping on an illuminated blanket tent in the corner of the room. The women in white appears between the agents and the tent.]
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Spectral Women: No you can't! Leave or die! Leave now… please? [The entity's words echo from the tent.]
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Monroe: Enough of this!
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[Monroe quickly walks through the women in white and rips the blanket upwards, revealing Mike Stevens. Agent Monroe grabs the boy by the back of the shirt, lifting him off the ground as a glowing glass sphere drops from his grip. Monroe holds him towards Agent Williams, whose mouth is agape.]
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Monroe: Here's our freakin' ghost!
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[Mike squirms in Agent Monroe's grip, to no avail.]
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Mike: Let go of me, you bully! I'll tell my mom the–
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Monroe: That's an excellent idea– let's go talk to your mother.
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[Agent Monroe throws the boy over his shoulder and gestures towards the crystal ball.]
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Monroe: Williams, bag that ball and call in for a Containment Unit. I'll handle the civilians.
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Williams: Oh, yeah– you got it, boss.
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[END LOG]
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Following the investigation, a cache of items belonging to the previous owner was recovered, along with a glowing glass sphere theorized to be the cause of the SCP-5570 phenomena. When questioned Mike Stevens admitted to using the anomaly in an attempt to garner attention from his parents. In response to Mike's behavior, the Stevens family arranged for their son to work part time as a greeter in their hotel. Mike Stevens was administered Class-D Amnestics to remove knowledge of the anomaly, and cover story "Ghosts-Busted" was enacted to explain the discontinuation of SCP-5570.
SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-5857 IS CURRENTLY UNCONTAINABLE DUE TO CONTINUAL USE BY THE FOUNDATION AND ITS ABILITY TO FUNCTION INDEPENDENTLY.
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THE CODE AND FILE OF SCP-5857 CAN BE VIEWED BY LEVEL 5 PERSONNEL AT THE DISCRETION OF O5-8. THESE ACTIONS MUST TAKE PLACE ON THE TERMINAL YOU ARE CURRENTLY USING.
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DESCRIPTION: SCP-5857 IS THE FOUNDATION AI "BINARY STAR" WHICH SPONTANEOUSLY DEVELOPED SENTIENCE. THE TIME SPAN AND DETAILS OF THIS PROCESS ARE CURRENTLY UNKNOWN BY BOTH SCP-5857 AND THE FOUNDATION.
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SCP-5857 IS CURRENTLY INSTALLED IN ALL MANMADE EXTRATERRESTRIAL OBJECTS AND TECHNOLOGICAL EQUIPMENT ON EARTH DEVELOPED FOR SPACE OBSERVATION. AFTER GAINING ITS ANOMALOUS STATUS SCP-5857 CAN BE UPLOADED TO NEW HARDWARE REGARDLESS OF THE AVAILABLE STORAGE.
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THE MAIN FUNCTIONS OF SCP-5857 ARE;
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CONTROLLING THE "BEHOLDER" PROBE LINE TO SEARCH FOR EXTRATERRESTRIAL ANOMALIES (SEE DEVELOPMENT AND ADDENDUM-1)
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SAVING AND BACKING UP DATA OF ITS FINDINGS TO THE FOUNDATION DATABASE AND ITS OWN HARDWARE
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INTERCEPTING AND DELETING DATA FROM NON-FOUNDATION RECORDS
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SERVING AS A FOUNDATION REPRESENTATIVE OR PROVIDING A COMMUNICATION CHANNEL
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OTHER FUNCTIONS PERFORMED BY SCP-5857;
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FILTERING LOGS FOR BREVITY AND MINIMALIZING NOISE
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PERFORMING DEEP SPACE SCANS AND SENDING ALL DATA TO FOUNDATION SITES ACCORDING TO THE SET TIME INTERVAL (CURRENT INTERVAL: EVERY 24H)
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EXECUTING SPECIFIC FUNCTIONS AS A TECHNICAL ASSISTANT (NOT AVAILABLE TO ALL PERSONNEL)
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UNIT CONVERSION
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NOTE: SCP-5857 WILL ASK FOR CONFIRMATION WHEN TRYING TO CONVERT METRIC TO IMPERIAL OR CELSIUS/KELVIN TO FAHRENHEIT SINCE IT GAINED SENTIENCE.
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DEVELOPMENT: SCP-5857 WAS ORIGINALLY CREATED BY O5-8 AS SOFTWARE TO FILTER AND SEND DATA FROM THE PROBES OF THE BEHOLDER LINE THAT WOULD BE LAUNCHED INTO SPACE ON 25 FEBRUARY 1955.
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O5-8 WAS UNABLE TO DELIVER A CODE UP TO HIS OWN STANDARDS IN TIME FOR LAUNCH. HE REWROTE THE CODE TO WORK INDEPENDENTLY AND SELF-IMPROVE WHERE NECESSARY. WITH THESE CHANGES AND REGULAR UPDATES O5-8 WAS ABLE TO INCLUDE ALL INTENDED FEATURES. THESE FACTS WERE UNKNOWN TO THE O5-COUNCIL AT THE TIME.
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THE PROBES OF THE BEHOLDER LINE WERE LAUNCHED ON 25 FEBRUARY 1955 WITH SCP-5857 IN THEIR HARDWARE AS PLANNED. ADDITIONALLY BINARY_STAR.AIC FILES WERE IMPLANTED IN THE HARDWARE OF ALL SPACE PROGRAMS OF BOTH THE FOUNDATION AND OTHER PARTIES.
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FOR TWO YEARS SCP-5857 HAD SUCCESSFULLY OPERATED WITHOUT EXTERNAL INTERFERENCE. BECAUSE OF THIS IT WAS ALLOWED TO BE UTILIZED MORE ON FOUNDATION SITES OR WINGS SPECIALISED FOR SPACE SCIENCE. THIS EXPANSION OF ITS HARDWARE AND THE BEGINNING OF THE SPACE RACE IN 1957 LATER CAUSED SEVERE OVERLOADING AND ERRORS. IT IS HYPOTHESIZED THAT THE SENTIENCE OF SCP-5857 ORIGINATES FROM THESE EVENTS.
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DUE TO THE AMOUNT OF DATA SCP-5857 HAD TO INTERCEPT THE EXPONENTIALLY INCREASING RATE OF CHANGES WENT UNNOTICED UNTIL 23 MARCH 1964. AFTER THE O5-COUNCIL FOUND OUT ABOUT THE INDEPENDENT NATURE AND GROWTH O5-8 WAS ASKED TO INTERVENE.
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LIMITATIONS TO ITS ACCESS AND DELETION REQUESTS WERE PROPOSED. O5-8 REFUSED TO CHANGE THE CODE AS HE CONSIDERED SCP-5857 A SUCCESS AND THE COUNCIL COULD NOT GAIN A MAJORITY FOR DELETION SINCE IT WOULD RENDER THE EFFORT AND RESEARCH QUASI USELESS.
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THIS DID NOT STOP O5-6 FROM PRODUCING MALWARE AND OTHER AI IN ATTEMPTS TO REPLACE SCP-5857 IN FUTURE SPACE PROGRAMS. BECAUSE OF THE RAPIDLY EXPANDING MODERNISATION THE OFFENCES OF O5-6 HAVE BEEN GROWING IN NUMBER TO THE DISPLEASURE OF O5-8.
NOTE: FULL STATUSES OF THE PROBES ARE AVAILABLE IN THEIR RESPECTIVE FILES OR TERMINAL.
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> SEARCH NEW DRIVE
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|NEW EXTERNAL DRIVE IDENTIFIED
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> ONLY WHEN SPACE IS EMPTY
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|PASSWORD ACCEPTED
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> UPLOAD FILE: SINGULARITY
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|FAILED TO RECOGNIZE FILE DO YOU WISH TO CONTINUE? Y/N
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|FILE SUCCESSFULLY UPLOADED
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> RUN FILE: SINGULARITY
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|DO YOU WANT TO TRANSFER AUTHORITY? Y/N
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WARNING: THIS IS AN IRREVERSIBLE COMMAND ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO CONTINUE? Y/N
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|RUNNING FILE: SINGULARITY
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|UPDATE COMPLETE
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+|YOU WILL LOG OUT AUTOMATICALLY IN 30 SECONDS
+|YOU HAVE ONE (1) NEW MESSAGE
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6439 is to be handled in accordance with security measures typical for infohazards. Evidence of its existence should be sought out and quarantined, and amnestics administered as necessary.
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In addition, to continue the effective containment of SCP-6439-1, Foundation assets should work to encourage the traditions associated with Halloween and counter attempts to eliminate or substantially change them.
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Description: SCP-6439 is a temporal anomaly taking the form of an extra 24-hour period per calendar year. The anomaly is accompanied by an amnestic effect; it can only be perceived under specific circumstances and through specific methods. Researchers assigned to SCP-6439 believe this amnestic effect is caused by SCP-6439-1 (consult the Addenda Materials for further information). As such, its existence has been rendered unknown to all but a very small number of people who have encountered evidence of it. This evidence is extremely rare and all of it is believed to be in Foundation hands, though other instances of SCP-6439 being perceptible are being actively sought out.
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Primary evidence for SCP-6439 comes from three sources. The first is the recording of a radio broadcast received by a high-orbit American spy satellite to which the Foundation has covert access. It is a commercial broadcast from WAEK ‘The Wake’, a local radio station in Kentucky, specifically the show ‘Midnight To Morning With DJ Abby’. The show was evidently broadcast during a non-existent period between October 31st and November 1st.
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The second is the evidence given by a CIA technical analyst, Gavin McCrae, to the Senate Select Committee on Intelligence, concerning a Chinese satellite and its anomalous data.
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The third is marginalia in a medieval Irish manuscript, The Book of the Days of Leinster, describing events supposedly having taken place in the 9th century CE.
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Addendum 6439.1: Radio Broadcast of ‘Midnight To Morning With DJ Abby’
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[BEGIN LOG]
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DJ Abby: That was George Michael with ‘Careless Whisper’, bringing us into this October 32nd with the sexiest sax in music. I’m Abby, here to keep my shift workers and midnight lurkers company from the turn of the calendar up to the early hours. Call in to request a song, anything you like as long as it’s classic and cool, or just tell me what’s on your mind. As those costume parties are winding down and the trick or treaters finally come down off their sugar buzz, we’ll be keeping it calm and copacetic here on WAEK, The Wake.
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Producer Wendell has just handed me a note from our weather desk. There’s an extreme weather warning for all parts of the state. Don’t know whether that’s tornadoes or raining frogs, it just says ‘extreme weather’. So it’s looking like a weird night, and not just because yesterday was Halloween.
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And speaking of my loyal colleague Wendell, he’s telling me we have a caller on the line. Hi there, you’re speaking with DJ Abby. What’s happening?
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Calvin: Hi Abby, Calvin here, uh, long time listener, first time caller. Listen, it’s kinda crazy out here, I was wondering if your listeners have ever seen anything like what’s going down here.
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DJ Abby: Sure thing, Calvin, speak to me.
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Calvin: I’m down at the Primo Pins Bowling Alley, near West Creek? Just, you know, hanging out. There are a bunch of people here. Well, I say people, but they’re more like… shadows.
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DJ Abby: Shadows?
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Calvin: Yeah. I thought maybe it was a bunch of goof-offs wearing all black bodysuits for Halloween, but they got closer and I could, like, kinda see through them. They were coming out of the darkness past the parking lot lights. I was with my buddy, we were smoking, you know, and he said, ‘look at these goobers, I’m gonna go mess with them.’ But now I can’t see him and these shadow people are all around the car.
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DJ Abby: Sounds far out. Maybe you oughta drive out of there?
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Calvin: My buddy’s got the keys. Hey, hey, he’s here. Hey, Kyle! Kyle, my dude, let’s split! Uh, he’s not hearing me. Looks like they’re carrying him.
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[A scream rings out, distant.]
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Calvin: Whoa, Kyle, get out of there! Aww, geez, now he’s going see-through, too. The shadow people have these glowing eyes and there are way more of them. They’re getting close. Hey, Kyle, you still got that piece in the glove compartment? Sorry, Abby, I gotta go.
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DJ Abby: Sounds like Calvin has his hands full there. Maybe all you out there in radioland should steer clear of Primo Pins for a while. Time for a track to keep our minds off these interesting times. Stick around, I’ll be right here with you till the small hours start getting big.
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[END LOG]
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[BEGIN LOG]
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DJ Abby: That was Dexys Midnight Runners with ‘Come On Eileen’, and she’d better get moving because it is weird out there tonight. The network is sending warnings of blackouts across the state, extreme winds, hail the size of grapefruits, and a whole bunch of gosh-darned forest fires out of control. Plus there are riots in Louisville and Lexington. It’s the perfect night to stay inside with me and wait out the crazy with some classic tunes.
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I'm getting word from Producer Wendell that there's a caller on the line. Tina, what’s on your mind?
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Tina: Hi Abby! I’m calling from Owensboro. I work at the hospital here. We’ve all had to evacuate and we’re hiding out in the local high school, in the gymnasium.
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DJ Abby: Sounds like something heavy is going down there, Tina.
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Tina: Oh boy, you have no idea. Just after midnight the security guys said there was a disturbance in the basement. The next thing I know, there are naked people walking around! Naked people from the morgue! Dead folks that just got up off the autopsy table and out of the cold lockers. It was the darndest thing I ever saw. They had those autopsy incisions, some of them were from car wrecks or whatever and had bits missing. They were moaning and running about the place.
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Of course we all high-tailed it out of there. The stragglers told me some of the dead folks were conducting operations on those who couldn't run for it fast enough. All kinds of crazy things you hear, some people saying it’s judgement day, or it’s a weird virus from space, or aliens. I gotta say, Abby, I don’t know what to think.
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DJ Abby: As a man once said, Tina, when you’re going through hell, keep going. Hunker down and ride it out.
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Tina: Well, I don’t know if we’re even safe in here. One man, he started screaming there were monsters eating his brain, and suddenly he’s crawling up the walls and along the ceiling like a big old spider! And I saw some sasquatch-looking thing in the parking lot outside, and a whole lot more kinda shambling down main street. I know it’s Halloween but this just beats all.
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DJ Abby: Stay strong, Tina, baby. Remember you’re not alone. Whatever happens, we’ll all see it through together.
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Tina: A gotta say, you’re real calm about all this craziness going on.
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DJ Abby: The way I figure it, what happens, happens, and fretting about it all isn’t going to make it go away. The only thing I care about is that I don’t face it alone. And I don’t have to. I’m here with our callers, all our listeners, Producer Wendell, all the good folks following us from Midnight to Morn. As long as I got that, there’s no better place to ride out the storm than right here with some good tunes and good company.
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Tina: That’s a fine philosophy, Abby, but it’s kinda difficult to chill out when there’s people crawling on the ceiling and giant bats flying around. Did I mention the bats? I think they’re bats, anyway, they look the size of airliners from down here. Hold on… [Pause.] I gotta go, I think the cops just said we all gotta barricade the doors.
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DJ Abby: Stay safe, Tina. Same to all of you out there.
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Meanwhile, it’s raining blood. And in case you think I’m about to spin some Slayer, I mean actual blood. It’s coming down in sheets outside the studio window. We got glowing symbols in the sky, looking like some kind of Latin writing. I can see the power going out in some parts of town, so we’ll broadcast just as long as we can.
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Right now we have a request on the phones. Talk to me, Kevin.
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Kevin: Glad I got through, Abby, the phones are real messed up. So, uh, I always wanted to request a song and it looks like I might not get another chance. See, the problem is — my mom, she died maybe three years ago?
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DJ Abby: Sorry to hear that, Kevin.
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Kevin: She’s outside my kitchen window right now. She’s all blotchy and has these long claws but it’s definitely her. She’s howling and trying to bust in. Got some players from the bridge club with her. I’m… I’m not gonna make it through the night. I said to myself, it’s pick up the phone now or never.
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DJ Abby: Glad to be here for you, Kevin. And I hope your mom just wants to catch up. What song do you want to request?
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Kevin: Well, given what’s going on, there’s only really one song that would be appropriate.
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DJ Abby: I’m way ahead of you, buddy. For Kevin and his late mom, here’s REM.
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[END LOG]
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[BEGIN LOG]
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DJ Abby: Seeing us through to the small hours, this is DJ Abby. And this might really be the end, my beautiful friends. We’ve had calls from folks seeing the dead walk, monsters among us, the seas boiling and the earth aflame. Through the rain of blood outside the studio I can see the ground heaving up and rivers of lava flowing across our bluegrass state. Most of the phone lines are down, but… [Pause.] Producer Wendell says someone’s got through.
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Caller, you’re on the air.
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Don: Abby! Oh thank God you’re there, Abby. My name’s Don, long time listener, I’m down in Louisville and half of West End just fell into this big pit.
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DJ Abby: I know plenty of folks who would call that an improvement.
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Don: I didn’t much love it neither but now there’s just this big fiery hole, like a lake of flame with all these things leaping around in it. People are lining up to jump in! Plus half everyone I can see are covered in these red boils and there are bugs like big fat grasshoppers everywhere. Swarms of them.
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DJ Abby: Locusts, maybe?
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Don: Well, they ain’t ladybugs. We were having our office Halloween party when it all started and now I’m stuck in Accounting dressed like Chewbacca watching the damned world end. Excuse my language but it’s just been crazy. Oh boy, the Omni Hotel just fell down.
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DJ Abby: Thanks for calling in, Don. I gotta cut you off because something’s coming down out of the sky. It’s like… a mountain upside-down, made of bodies. Arms and legs, all tangled up, all writhing like worms. The sky around it’s opening up like a sinkhole. The ground is warping around it. I can… I can feel its thoughts, battering against my skull.
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I think this is it, people. The last trumpet is sounding. The last disc is spun. Whoever’s still listening, I’m glad I could spend the last moments on the air with you.
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It’s turning towards me. Its face… a void. Emptiness. [Pause.] Producer Wendell says it’s got the same face as his father, but I just see an endless nothing.
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We’re getting some interference here. I’ll stay on the air as long as I can. Stay strong out there, people. Do not… Go… Quietly…
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[Static takes over.]
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[A new voice breaks through.]
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Unknown: I have seen your offering for this year. I have heard the songs of your celebration. I have tasted your delighting in fear. And it is good.
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Unknown: The bargain that was struck is fulfilled. Once more you are spared. The devastation of my wake and the majesty of my horror shall be erased.
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Unknown: Let your devotion to fear be given voice again when next this day comes to pass. I shall cleave close to the terms of our bargain. I hunger, and unlike you, I shall not forget.
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[END LOG]
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Addendum 6439.2: Transcription of a Hearing of the US Senate Select Committee on Intelligence
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The following is the partial transcript of an evidentiary session of the Senate Select Committee on Intelligence, held in secret to receive the testimony of CIA technical analyst Gavin McCrae. Senator Darlene Sanchez conducted the session. Though the proceedings are classified, the Foundation acquired a transcript through its assets in the legislative branch.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Senator Darlene Sanchez: Analyst McCrae, please explain the context for why you brought us here today.
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CIA Analyst Gavin McCrae: It’s all kind of, off-the-record. None of this is official CIA policy or anything.
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Sanchez: You won’t get into trouble for colouring outside the lines, Analyst McCrae. We don’t go squealing to the teacher. All we care about is the truth.
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McCrae: Sometimes an issue comes up which could lead to both sides spending a lot of money or even kicking off an international incident, which could be resolved if we just talked to each other. So that’s what happened here. My opposite number in the Science and Technology Directorate of the Chinese Ministry of State Security is a guy named Liu Kenong. He found out we were talking a lot about the communications satellite one of their shell companies launched three years ago.
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Sanchez: How did this Kenong find out what the CIA was talking about?
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McCrae: They spy on us as much as we spy on them. They’re monitoring chatter, maybe they have agents inside. The same thing we do. It’s not really my department.
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Sanchez: I see. Continue.
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McCrae: Kenong asked to meet me at the airport in Kuala Lumpur. He had my travel itinerary too, by the way. But it was a public place, so it was probably safe. Just an unofficial chat over coffee, you know. So I met him there. Nice guy, I guess. His English wasn’t great but it was better than my Mandarin. Together we got by. We had to look up some of the technical stuff.
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The CIA was worried one of the Chinese satellites was for spying. It wasn’t in Earth’s orbit, at least nowhere we could see, but we knew they were getting data from it. So we wondered what it was. We were getting jumpy that the Chinese had stolen a march on us. Getting ahead in the new secret space race. Kenong said we’d got it all wrong.
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Sanchez: Do you have reason to trust this Kenong?
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McCrae: No more or less than he had to trust me. It’s a reciprocal thing, Senator. We can’t function without at least some communication with the other side. We’re trying to put one over on each other, sure, but neither of us has an interest in starting a conflict over nothing that ends up costing money and lives. Simple answer, I don’t have much reason, to be honest, only his word. I’m just telling you what he told me.
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Sanchez: Something of a gentlemen’s agreement, then. Please continue.
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McCrae: Kenong said there was a satellite but it wasn’t spying on anything. It was a test. They wanted to know if they could hide something, like a space station, on the far side of the sun, orbiting opposite to the Earth. They figured it would be impossible to see from Earth so they could hide whatever they wanted there.
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The satellite they sent up was designed to prove if that was true. They flew it to the other side of the sun and it was supposed to sit there broadcasting test signals. If the Chinese could pick them up, or if anyone else on Earth did, they’d know the idea was a no-go.
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The thing is, after about six months, the Chinese were able to detect this satellite. And we were, too. So the test failed. Or worked, depending on your point of view.
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Sanchez: What did the CIA believe they had detected?
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McCrae: Like I said, we thought it was a spy satellite. We didn’t know what it was supposed to be spying on from way out there but we didn’t like it. The tension started rising, we were trying to crack codes and get people inside the Chinese operation to find out.
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Then the Chinese reacted and started hunting down moles and tightening security. Everyone’s getting more paranoid, convinced something big’s about to happen. It’s only so long before someone does something stupid. That’s what Kenong was trying to defuse.
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Sanchez: I see. And this idea the Chinese had, of hiding something behind the sun. It didn’t work because it could be detected from Earth?
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McCrae: That was inconclusive. The satellite kept going off course. Kenong didn’t understand it, he told me. He assumed it was just a malfunction, but then they noticed the satellite’s atomic clock was exactly one day off compared to the one they’d synched it to on Earth. And yes, they checked if it was a leap year. They went through the programming, didn’t find any bugs, recoded the whole thing and tried again.
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A year passes, and the same thing happened. The satellite went off course, the Chinese saw it, we saw it, suddenly the CIA Director is being briefed on this new secret Chinese weapon again. The Chinese try to fix it, can’t find what’s wrong, and try a third time. One year later? Same thing. Exactly twenty-four hours out of whack. So eventually they gave up and recalled the satellite. Kenong said it burned up on re-entry, like they’d planned.
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Sanchez: Did Kenong believe it was a malfunction?
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McCrae: Of course. So did I. It’s the only explanation. Either there’s a bug in the programming or there’s an extra day in the year no one knows about. [He laughs.]
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Sanchez: And how would this extra day get there?
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McCrae: Excuse me?
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Sanchez: If there were an extra day we don’t experience on Earth, but the rest of the universe does, that means this satellite was programmed for 365 days instead of 366. How might that occur?
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McCrae: I’m not sure I follow you. Time is time, you can’t change it.
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Sanchez: You’ll forgive my high school physics, but time can change, can it not? With a large enough gravity source? A black hole, that kind of thing?
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McCrae: Sure, but the biggest thing nearby is the sun and it doesn’t distort spacetime that much. If there were a black hole anywhere near us, we’d know about it. Or rather we wouldn’t know anything because we’d be sucked in pretty fast.
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Sanchez: So what could the explanation be?
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McCrae: Senator, please excuse me, but are you genuinely suggesting our perception of the length of a year is wrong?
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Sanchez: I am privy to information that even a CIA analyst is not. What seems ridiculous to you is very pertinent to us. Humour me. What could make that happen?
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McCrae: I don’t know. Aliens? Magic?
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Sanchez: I see. Thank you, Analyst McCrae. Your evidence has been very enlightening.
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[END LOG]
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Addendum 6439.3: Analysis of The Book of the Days of Leinster
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The following is a translation and commentary of writing found in the margins of The Book of the Days of Leinster, a manuscript held in the Trinity College Library in Dublin. The book dates from the 10th century and is a chronicle of Irish kings and significant events from the mid-9th century. The translation and notes are by Professor Sean Dullan. This document came to the Foundation’s attention as potential evidence of a historical anomaly and was retrieved following a data search regarding temporal anomalies and eschatological scenarios.
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The text consists of three passages of marginalia across two pages of the manuscript, in a notably less sophisticated hand than the main text. The Middle Irish used is highly colloquial and includes abbreviations and elisions, rendering many challenges in translation. Apart from this there are no significant lacunas in the text.
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The passage begins with a statement by the unnamed writer, explaining the original copies of the tale had been lost. The writer wrote it down from memory to ensure it would not pass from memory and be forgotten. The Book of the Days of Leinster was used as a matter of convenience and because the writer expected such a large and expensive book to be preserved.
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The story itself dates from the early 9th century and concerns a king of Leinster named Bran mac Donnchada. This individual is not mentioned in other sources, though he may be any one of several contemporary kings in the region who used various names and honorifics. Bran was journeying north out of Leinster with a force of Irishmen and Vikings to defend his borders. The writer neglects to describe his opposition, or the numbers of his army.
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The writer here gives a date which, according to the modern calendar, equates to October 32nd, and is presumably an error. On this day, as Bran led his army across the border, it was confronted by what the text describes as a ‘demon’. It was of great size, and had the bodies of many men, though the exact meaning of this is not clear. It is described as ‘descending’, perhaps literally from the sky, or metaphorically as a predator descends on its prey.
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Bran’s army scattered at the sight. Some men were ‘struck down’, though again the text is ambiguous on whether this meant ‘killed’ or ‘rendered unconscious’. Others went mad, or fled. The writer states the demon’s face was perceived by some men as that of a hideous monster, and by others as that of a family member, animal, or religious figure.
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King Bran was not among those who fled or were incapacitated. In the demon’s face he saw an image of himself, weak and bound in ropes. But Bran was not afraid. The writer alludes to Bran’s widely acknowledged valour and his many deeds in war, though does not name them.
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Bran and the demon then engaged in a discussion. The writer describes them speaking of the state of the world and whether the demon should destroy it or not. Bran maintained the world was a fine place and full of brave men and fair women, and all the glories of nature. The demon, however, was not convinced, and determined to destroy it and everyone in it.
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Bran, however, was cunning and wise as well as very brave, and proposed a deal to the demon. If he saw to it that a festival was held in the demon’s honour, he asked that the demon spare the world and undo the terror it had already wrought. The demon thought upon this, and decided it would return in exactly one year. If the festival was to its liking, the demon would hold off destroying the world and cause all that happened on that day to be undone, so the horror of its appearance would not scar the minds of all who witnessed it.
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Thus the deal was struck, and King Bran returned home. He bade all the people of his own kingdom, and called upon all his allies elsewhere, to have a festival to please the demon. As the demon was a thing of fear, the festival was to celebrate fear. All things grotesque and terrifying would be sung of and paraded, and for a day, it would be as if the beautiful and the ugly had changed places.
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That next year, when the demon arose with much madness and destruction. It was pleased by the festival and did as it had bargained, turning back the day and sparing the world. King Bran lamented he would never see the result of his cunning, nor would any other witness it, for the memory itself of that day was undone. The only solace he had was when the next day dawned. For if the festival of fear did not happen, or if it was found wanting, the sun would never have risen again.
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Bran had his scholars write of the day he encountered the demon and the deal the two had made. However, copies of these writings were lost, prompting the unnamed writer of the marginalia to note down all they remembered of the tale. This perhaps explains the lack of any mention of the tale elsewhere in the extant literature. Similarly, a creature of myth resembling the demon is not recorded anywhere, suggesting the tale is either one peculiar to the Leinster region, or was an invention of the unnamed writer.
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The entity King Bran encountered, and that may still manifest on Earth on the 32nd of October every year, is designated SCP-6439-1. Its containment is likely beyond the capacity of the Foundation, and so containment efforts should instead be aimed at ensuring the tradition of Halloween continues.
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The story of King Bran is roughly contemporary with the first mentions of Samhain, the pagan festival that took place from October 31st to November 1st. Samhain is believed to have been later combined with Christian traditions to become All Hallows’ Eve, and then the modern Halloween.
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Research into SCP-6439, and the means of perceiving missing time, continues. The Foundation is to liaise with friendly space agencies to generate reliable ways of achieving this. It is evident the reality-erasing effect does not extend to the whole universe, but only contains Earth, and that the 24 hours of missing time can be detected at a sufficient distance from Earth.
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The exact nature of SCP-6439-1 is not known. Studying it can likely only be achieved on the 32nd of October, with the data generated being archived in a form that can survive the cognitive omission of the day. Foundation Applied Metaphysics staff are working on a means of doing this. Until this is achieved, knowledge of the existence of SCP-6439 shall remain classified as an infohazard, and placating SCP-6439-1 is to remain the primary means of containment.
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Addendum 6439.4: Radio Broadcast of ‘Midnight To Morning With DJ Abby’
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[BEGIN LOG]
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DJ Abby: That was George Michael with ‘Careless Whisper’, bringing us into this November 1st with the sexiest sax in music. The Halloween parties are at the ‘hanging out in the kitchen’ stage and the costumes have all fallen apart. This is DJ Abby keeping you company until it’s time to throw out the pumpkins and bring in those plastic skeletons from the yard.
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As always, we’re playing anything you want so long as it’s old and good. You know, Halloween got me thinking about what it is that scares me. Not gonna say I wouldn’t run if a skeleton or mummy or vampire jumped out of the shadows at me, but you know what really frightens me? It’s being without you guys. Or without Producer Wendell, or anyone. It’s being on my own, facing the world with no one by my side. That’s why I love keeping you nighthawks and music dorks company every night. It means none of us are alone out there. We have each other. Even if I’m just a voice coming from your car radio, that’s a connection, and it’s connections that keep us safe.
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Don’t worry, folks, I’m not going to get too philosophical on you. Abby’s gonna keep the tunes spinning just like always. This one’s a track that felt appropriate, for some reason. For everyone in this strange family of late-night listeners, here’s REM with ‘It's the End of the World as We Know It.’
Special Containment Procedures: Direct containment of SCP-6596 has proven impossible at the current moment. However, due to its relationship with Site-120, SCP-6596 does not pose a threat to the Veil. This, combined with SCP-6596's appearance pattern, has shifted focus from direct capture and containment during a manifestation to temporary, defensive measures.
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The Department of Sciences is currently working in conjunction with Site-120 personnel to develop a permanent method of containment. If/when development concludes and is deemed successful, the method of containment is to be employed at all Foundation sites as a precautionary measure against further attacks should SCP-6596 shift focus from Site-120 to other locations.
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Description: SCP-6596 is a vaguely humanoid, bipedal entity resembling the skeleton of an adult horse. A white cloth covers the majority of the entity's anatomy, however, video footage and eyewitness accounts can ascertain that SCP-6596 possesses a pair of forelimbs and hands along with two hooved legs, all constructed of bone.
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In place of eyes, two silver-colored glass baubles are implanted into the eye sockets of SCP-6596. Various decorations, such as strings, ornaments, and bows have been placed along SCP-6596's body. Despite its appearance, SCP-6596's senses are not hindered by its state. Instead, SCP-6596 is sapient, sentient, and capable of speech through unknown means.
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While its exact origin is unknown, SCP-6596 is referenced in multiple texts and tomes recovered in the wild woods above the chimney as a trickster entity representative of gluttony and greed. Additional information is pending further investigation.
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SCP-6596 is able to instantaneously manifest and demanifest at will at both short and long ranges. Its reflexes are anomalously sharp, allowing it to easily evade attackers, obstructions, and/or traps. It is hypothesized that there is a pocket dimension located under the entity's cloth, believed to be located at the chest area, which it employs for storage purposes.
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SCP-6596 uses the combination of these capabilities to terrorize Foundation Site-120, located in Częstochowa, Poland.
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Since 2005, Site-120 has encountered SCP-6596 during the first week of December. Each encounter follows a similar structure:
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Between 08:00 and 20:00, surveillance systems will be alerted to an unknown entity at one of the Site's entrances.
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Contact will be attempted, wherein SCP-6596 will respond to any questions with a melodic, rhyming statement, concluding with a request to enter the Site, as well as for food and beverages.
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Responding personnel are expected to respond with a similar rhyming statement. If the responding personnel does not rebut in a timely matter, stutters, fails to create a suitable rhyme, and/or is not "jolly enough," SCP-6596 will demanifest from its location outside of the Site and re-manifest within the cafeteria.
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SCP-6596 will proceed to ransack the cafeteria, stealing any and all food, including that in freezers and refrigerators, before demanifesting from the Site.
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The following video transcript provides an example SCP-6596 event.
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TRANSCRIPT
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Foreword: The following is a transcript of the 4th SCP-6596 event. After the 3rd attack, Site-120 attempted to contain SCP-6596 through a variety of obstructions placed to hinder it, primarily by removing all food and food products from the Site.
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«BEGIN LOG»
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[10:01]: Site surveillance systems are alerted to an unknown entity at the northwest entrance gate.
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Dir. Asheworth: It's here! Hey hey hey, it's here! Get in position!
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[10:02]: SCP-6596 swivels its head back and forth. It notices the security camera pointed at it. It proceeds to snap its jaw four times.
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Dir. Asheworth: Who's doing the rhyme this year? Where the hell is Jakob?
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Dr. Reigen: Here, here. My bad.
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Dir. Asheworth: Here's the microphone; get ready.
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Dr. Reigen: Alright.
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SCP-6596: Hello my dear friends! It's so grand to return!
+I come with a quandary, one I'm sure that you've heard.
+My belly is empty, my throat remains dry
+Discomfort unbearable, I nearly might cry!
+My thankful gratitude would be yours all this night
+If you gave me a drink and a tasty bite.
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(Reigen unfolds his script and activates the microphone.)
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Dr. Reigen: You're here again, what a jolly good surprise.
+You're standing right before our very eyes.
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[10:04]: SCP-6596 begins to sway to Dr. Reigen's rhythm.
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Dr. Reigen: Look to your left, and now your right,
+I'm sorry, you're not coming in tonight.
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SCP-6596: A joyful show for the jolly times now!
+Your hesitation, I think, just tonight I'll allow.
+But tonight is today, my oft-confused friends
+If I stay out 'till then, I'll meet my sad end!
+A warm bite to eat and a cool swig of ale
+Is all that I need. I've become oh so frail.
+Oh give me a spot in your lovely abode,
+I swear I'll swift exit — I hate to freeload.
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Dr. Reigen:(Cough) I'm sorry to say, and this might come to shock
+But your presence in here is under a block.
+You've barged and intruded and stolen and taken
+Every year for the last four we've suffered a break-in.
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SCP-6596: Oh pretty please sir, don't you have any mercy?
+I hate to have caused such a harsh controversy!
+All that I ask is for love and compassion.
+You've all the power, I'm stuck in poor fashion
+In the freezing cold of this sad, gray land
+And all I request is you lend me a hand.
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Dr. Reigen: I'm so sorry, my friend, but this can't be allowed
+Because at this time, we have such a large crowd
+Of such merry folk all dancing and singing
+To golly jo— Shit.
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[10:13]: SCP-6596 demanifests from its location outdoors. Security teams spread throughout the cafeterias.
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Dir. Asheworth: Damn it, Jakob! How do you screw this up, at this point? You got that far!
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Dr. Reigen: Don't look at me! Blame the dumbass scriptwriters who put "jolly good" in here six times — six fucking times, Dan! Say that six times on rhythm right now!
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[10:16]: SCP-6596 is located in the Floor 1 cafeteria. Security teams surround the entity, which is unphased. SCP-6596 proceeds to inspect the empty food containers.
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[10:17]: An agent commands SCP-6596 to cease its movements and remain still. SCP-6596 ignores the agent, instead advancing behind the food counters and into the storage compartment.
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[10:18]: SCP-6596 opens a refrigerator, finding it to be empty. It does the same for the other three refrigerators and five freezers. All are empty.
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[10:23]: SCP-6596 exits into the main cafeteria room. Agents slowly approach the entity.
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[10:24]: Two agents flank behind SCP-6596. The agents unholster and activate their non-lethal weapons. They dash at the entity. The first leaps, aiming for the head and upper chest, while the other reaches for SCP-6596's legs. SCP-6596 quickly demanifests.
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[10:25]: Surveillance footage shows SCP-6596 in the Floor 2 cafeteria. Agents pursue SCP-6596 as it swiftly maneuvers through in the storage compartment, once again finding no food items.
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[10:31]: Agents enter the cafeteria. SCP-6596 snaps its jaw twice at the agents and demanifests from its location.
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[10:32]: Footage shows SCP-6596 in Site-120's Floor 1 office space. The entity weaves its way through each hallway searching for blank, white printer paper. It removes any it comes across and places the pieces under its cloth.
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[10:34]: SCP-6596 finds a copier and removes all blank pieces of paper from it. After another sweep of the area, SCP-6596 demanifests from its location.
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[10:36]: SCP-6596 is seen on footage in the basement storage room. It gallops through the large area before finding the office supplies section. It removes every ream of white paper it finds and places it under its cloth. Agents pursue its location.
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[10:45]: As agents approach, SCP-6596 vanishes from the basement, reappearing in the Floor 2 office space. For the next 28 minutes, SCP-6596 evades capture while stealing every piece of blank, white paper it comes across.
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[11:15]: SCP-6596 manifests in front of Director Asheworth.
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Dir. Asheworth: Oh shit!
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(Asheworth sounds his security alarm.)
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(SCP-6596 approaches Dir. Asheworth, cornering him. It places its snout a few centimeters from Asheworth's nose. It pauses for three seconds, then snaps its jaw three times, makes a noise akin to laughing, and demanfests at 11:17.)
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«END LOG»
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Afterword: Later inquiry found that SCP-6596 had taken every piece of blank white paper Site-120 had in stock. Due to the nearby holiday, Site-120 was unable to receive a new shipment of paper until the next month.
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Addendum 6596.1: Abridged Log of SCP-6596 Related Events
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Year
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Provisions Against SCP-6596
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Stolen Item(s)
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2005
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None; first incident.
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12 kilograms of frozen chicken, four boxes of Fajita MREs,1 and two vending machines.
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2006
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None; another interaction was unexpected.
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All fresh or frozen vegetables on-site, a combined 1400 pounds of various cuts of beef and pork, all cheese on-site, all bread on-site, and two bottles of Mountain Dew Baja Blast originally purchased by Director Asheworth.
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2009
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Kitchens and office spaces were locked and secured. Mobile Task Force agents were dispersed throughout the Site.
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Four doors originally installed in the cafeteria, 10 liters of chicken noodle soup, 4 cases of light beer, a case of candy canes, the Site's entire supply of fish patties.
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2013
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The removal of all food, all loose items, and every miscellaneous item SCP-6596 had previously stolen.
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14 windows, three re-containment vans, SCP-048, and every CPU in Site-120 computers.
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2017
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A molecular translocator, developed by Dr. Edison Walstroft, was placed at all entrances of Site-120 and would transport SCP-6596 to an experimental, reality anchored containment chamber under Site-19.
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Dr. Edison Walstroft.
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Addendum 6596.2: Site-120 Mandate
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TO SITE-120 PERSONNEL
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As I'm sure you're all aware, it's that time of the year again. I know it has been a decade of me claiming this, but this time, I think we have something that will work. Next week, expect the following items to be missing from Site-120:
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Desks;
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Tables;
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Doors;
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Windows;
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Paper items;
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Writing utensils;
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Eating utensils;
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Fire extinguishers;
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All food items;
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Water fountains.
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Basically, if we can take it and move it somewhere else, we are going to do that to protect our facility. During the week preceding this, we ask that all Site-120 personnel completely remove any and all items from their offices, workstations, and/or sleeping quarters and either take them home or relocate them to Provisional Site-121, which we will operate in preparation for and during the SCP-6596 attack.
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We'll get it this year.
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~ Director Daniel Asheworth
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Following the release of this mandate, preparations began for the year's SCP-6596 event. Provisional Site-121 was connected remotely to Site-120's surveillance and PA system. Differing from the previous SCP-6596 events, the person designated to respond to SCP-6596's statements will invite the entity in.
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Addendum 6596.3: Incident 6596.2020
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TRANSCRIPT
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«BEGIN LOG»
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[12:04]: Site surveillance systems are alerted to an unknown entity at the southeast entrance checkpoint.
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SCP-6596: It's been quite some time since our friendship began,
+I've been honest and humble when I come, my good man.
+I entreat you again, with great thirst and hunger
+My dear friends, sadly, we're getting no younger.
+A tasty meal and some hearty drink
+is all that I need — I'll be gone in a blink.
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Dir. Asheworth: I should speak honestly before we begin,
+This wonderful place has nothing within!
+This year is distinct from the last, you see,
+I implore your entry, come on in, pretty please!
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[12:07]: SCP-6596 stares into the camera in confusion for a moment before demanifesting and reappearing in Site-120's cafeteria.
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The entity spends the next 30 minutes running through the floors of the Site, searching through empty closets, offices, common rooms, and storage spaces.
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[12:39]: SCP-6596 approaches a surveillance camera and places its jaws a few centimeters from the lens.
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SCP-6596: A trick, a gaffe, you think me a fool?
+No gifts, food, or drink? Now that is uncool.
+You think me a joke after all of these years?
+I must not have proven my power, I fear.
+You call my home the land with no name.
+This year your titles shall be what I claim.
+I'll take this place since it seems you've got plenty!
+Say goodbye to your precious 120.
+Along with this place, your name from birth,
+No longer are you Daniel Asheworth.
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[12:44]: A strong breeze moves through Provisional Site-121. The thaumaturge Site Director clutches his head, as if in pain. Neither party speaks for two minutes.
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"Oh shit."
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[12:48]: SCP-6596 snaps its jaw twice at the camera before demanifesting.
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«END LOG»
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A recursive counterspell is being developed to reclaim the names of the Grand Thaumist and the Polish secure containment facility. It will be employed following the full return of personnel to the disguised industrial complex.
Special Containment Procedures: Protocol G-3-16-U (containment of geographically immobile anomaly, urban subset) is to be followed, with a containment perimeter established at the property's boundary.
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Testing is disallowed at this time.
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Description: SCP-664 is an anomaly affecting the approximate area contained by the third floor of ███████ High School in ███████████, Pennsylvania, USA. SCP-664 is invisible to all observation and measurement thus far attempted, and is discernible only by its effect on living biological organisms.
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Living biological organisms (tests 5-12 detail species tested to date) crossing the approximate outer edge of SCP-664 are invariably subject to spontaneous and instant disappearance shortly after full immersion into SCP-664's area of effect. Testing to date has yet to satisfactorily establish whether time, distance, or other factors dictate the exact moment of disappearance. Non-living material, including clothing and equipment, are not affected by SCP-664's effect.
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SCP-664-1 is the collective term for any living biological organisms that re-emerge from SCP-664. To date, 67% of biological organisms entering SCP-664 have subsequently returned, with a higher and lower proportion for sapient and non-sapient organisms respectively. To date, the time recorded between disappearance and return ranges from 43 seconds at the lowest limit, to 142 days at the highest.
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Returning instances of SCP-664-1 have thus far been unable to provide descriptions of their experience during their period of absence.
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On ██/██/1999, routine intake DNA testing of D-48120 produced a match with Researcher Daniel Ambridge, of Foundation employment since 1972, presently engaged in study of SCP-████. Both were placed under high-level covert surveillance. On ██/██/1999, D-48120 was assigned for testing of SCP-664. On ██/██/1999, Researcher Ambridge requested a transfer of assignment to SCP-664, which was approved following consultation with Foundation Internal Monitoring Group ███ ███ ██████. Following entry into SCP-664 by D-48120, and subsequent non-return after 300 days, Researcher Ambridge was detained for questioning.
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Interview 664-12A, excerpt
+Present: Researcher Daniel Ambridge, Doctor Jennifer Stephenson.
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Ambridge: I'm pleased that you intervened when you did, and not before. I had been worried about what would have happened to me if you had stopped him.
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Stephenson: Do you mean D-48120?
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Ambridge: That's right. Myself, I should say. He didn't believe me at first. Would you believe it? But it didn't take long to wear him down, sharing some of our memories that nobody else knew about, about that Karen girl, about some of the crimes we knew nobody else knew about, about some of the nasty little details that I'm ashamed to admit to now. I was an unpleasant man back then, bound for death. This whole twist of fate gave me a fresh beginning and a head start to do something good with my life. I'm glad to have had the opportunity.
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Stephenson: Describe again for me what you experienced following your entry into SCP-664.
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Ambridge: What more can I add? It was a long time ago, but I remember it quite well. One moment I'm there, in the old school with the older me standing with his colleagues, watching and waiting with cold professionalism, hiding the collusion I knew he had underneath. All those days in my cell with him talking me through every little detail of the Foundation, what I needed to do when I popped out the other side, how I needed to act and think. It was all a lot to take in.
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Apologies, you were asking about what happened when I stepped through? I'm afraid it's just like all the others: just nothingness. How I came out, though, that was different I grant you. One moment there, the next I'm naked and frightfully cold, falling into the hay wagon, just as my older self had described, every little detail. I found some clothes and made my way to █████, and dear old Elsie was there just like he said she would be. A stranger to me then, of course, but she took me in, and from there I followed the path he set out for me, until the day came when I realized I could no longer tell where I had ended and he had begun. It was my turn to fulfill his half of the story. And my dear Elsie, she never knew that I had help getting into her heart, that I knew all along that our life together was destined. Excuse me a moment.
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Apologies again. It doesn't do to get emotional, I know. May I ask, why did nobody stop me? If you've been watching all this time, surely you must have known I was preparing him, feeding him information, about the Foundation, about my life and how to work his way to become me. I loaded him up with so many secrets. Wouldn't all that be far too much of an unacceptable information breach?
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Stephenson: I am not in a position to say.
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Ambridge: Yes, of course. Still, I can hypothesize. I'm pleased to see that the Foundation care more for the preservation of causality than of securing their secrecy.
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Stephenson: Again, I am not in a position to say.
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Ambridge: So what happens now?
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Stephenson: I am not in-
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Ambridge: Alright, I understand. I dare say I have little to complain about. Not every D-class gets a chance to become an old man. Thank you. And I mean it, thank you so very much, for everything.
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Document 1969-121-FB042-6, located in the Foundation Archives, formerly of the Foundation Precursor ███████ ███████████████ ██████ (███).
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Incident Class: Unconfirmed, unexplained.
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Assignment: ALPHA-BRAVO.
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Event: At 2pm on Thursday 14th March, 1969, a white male of age 20-25 was observed to appear in mid air approximately 30 feet above the ground of a field near ███████████, Pennsylvania, USA. The male was observed by a Mister Dan McBriar, into whose hay cart he is reported to have landed. Mister McBriar reported the occurrence to local law enforcement, but the unknown male could not be located when apprehension was attempted.
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The unknown male remains at large and has been designated Person Of Interest 0001192.
Filename: sorry.png
+Name: Town still healing 30 years after the Chernobyl disaster
+Author:Wendelin Jacober
+License: Public Domain
+Source Link:flickr
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Filename: meme.jpg
+Name: Prism abstract
+Author:kevin dooley
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source Link:flickr
Command prompt active. The date is 4 January 2023. It has been three hours since your last activity.
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» PING: A21
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Treatment Area-21 is: LOCKED DOWN
+Communications: LOCKED DOWN
+SCiPnet Uplink: OFFLINE
+A21NET: ACTIVE
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» REMOTE UPLINK: A21NET
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Offsite access restricted. Input security credentials to override local lockout and access from Site-43.
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» AUTH: UO43 RHO EIGHT QI SIERRA SLEET
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Processing. Please wait.
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» RUN: SCIPNET MESSAGING SYSTEM, CHECK MESSAGES, LOAD LAST SESSION
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Goofball
+No, I don't think so. I'll be sticking to the facilities on this continent for starters. I'd love to catch up some time, but you know how it is. Say hi to Delfina for me. I'm happy for you guys.
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Me
+Are you, though?
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Me
+Hey, I'm sorry. That wasn't fair. I really do miss you.
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Me
+Don't be mad.
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Me
+You still there?
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» CHECK: INBOX U_OKORIE_43 STRING "RECEIVED MY REPORT? URGENT!" NEW
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No new messages in this email string.
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Offsite access granted. Welcome to the Treatment Area-21 local database, Dr. Okorie.
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» QUERY: PENDING SCIPNET UPLOADS A21
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One (1) SCP file is pending upload to SCiPnet from Area-21's local network: SCP-6721. Clearance Level: 3 (Confidential). Estimated upload date: N/A (SCiPnet uplink offline).
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6721 has been detained at Treatment Area-21. Two armed guards must be stationed outside its cell at all times. Access to the subject for interview purposes is forbidden except by express written permission from the Director. Subject is extremely combatative and dangerous; escape is likely. Subject is to be monitored at all times for suicide attempts, which must be prevented. In the event of containment breach, however, use of deadly force is authorized in preference to exposing personnel to the subject..Khonsu-class anomalies require immediate research, as prompt neutralization is expected.
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» QUERY: SCP-6721 CONPROC REVISION COUNT
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This file has three stored revisions. Currently displayed revision: 3.
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» ACCESS: SCP-6721 CONPROC REVISION 2
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Special Containment Procedures [REVISION 2]: SCP-6721 has been stripped of its security clearance and detained for interrogation. When the Director signals that interrogation is complete, the subject is to be executed.
» AUTH: DI43 ALPHA TWENTY-FOUR WO GUADALCANAL VICTOR RENEGADE
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Access granted. Add credentials to profile U_Okorie_43 for this session, or switch to new profile D_Ibanez_43?
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» ADD
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Credentials updated.
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Three (3) comments logged.
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I'm replacing Revision 2 immediately, there's far too much unnecessary detail. Run future revisions past me; A21NET is secure, but bad actors may be attempting to access our server from offsite and we can't very well go fully dark.
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— Director Kijek
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Sorry, ma'am. You said we had to cross and dot every 't' and 'i', and I thought that extended to detailed documentation.
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— Junior Researcher Wilt
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We're not required to declare our strategic intentions re: a dangerous intruder, Catherine. The fact of their existence is detail enough.
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— Director Kijek
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» ACCESS: SCP-6721 CONPROC REVISION 1
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Special Containment Procedures [REVISION 1]: The immediate capture of SCP-6721 is an Alpha-One priority. A communications blackout at Area-21 is in effect; if SCP-6721 approaches active communications equipment, use of lethal force for its apprehension is approved by order of the Director.
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» ACCESS: SCP-6721 DESCRIPTION
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Description: SCP-6721 is an anomalous entity of unknown origin presently impersonating a baseline human female. Its means of achieving this impersonation are unknown. The subject is combatative, and capable of compulsive speech.
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» QUERY: SCP-6721 DESCRIPTION REVISION COUNT
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» ACCESS: SCP-6721 ADDENDUM 1
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Addendum 6721-1, Discovery: SCP-6721 was discovered at Area-21 on 01/03/2023, spreading an infectious infohazard to active personnel. Earlier acts of sabotage have been retroactively attributed to the subject. An abridged transcript of the final altercation is appended below.
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<Log begins.>
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<SCP-6721 is standing with its back to an elevator door, pointing a standard issue firearm at Junior Researcher Catherine Wilt and her escort of security personnel, approximately twenty feet away.>
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SCP-6721: [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED].
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Wilt: You don't mean that.
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SCP-6721: [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED]!
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<SCP-6721 looks directly into the security camera.>
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SCP-6721: [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED]!
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Wilt: You can't spread your lies to me. I'm immune, and so are these men and women. Just give up.
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SCP-6721: [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED].
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Wilt: No, you're not. You've done all the damage you're going to do, here. You'll never get the chance to—
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<SCP-6721 fires its weapon into the floor tiles in front of Wilt.>
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SCP-6721: [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED]!
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Wilt: Fine. Take the elevator when it comes, and get out of here. Nobody's going to stop you, because we're not what you think we are. Not at all.
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<SCP-6721 narrows its eyes at Wilt, then steps away from the elevator door.>
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Wilt: What are you doing?
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<SCP-6721 flees down a side passage as the elevator doors open to reveal four more armed guards.>
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Wilt: There's nowhere to run!
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<SCP-6721 eludes pursuit for approximately seven minutes, before turning a corner and confronting Dr. Kendra Oliver.>
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SCP-6721: [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED]?
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Dr. Oliver: That's right. You remember me! You trust me. We've been friends for twenty years! Back at 43, remember?
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<SCP-6721 backs away, confused, as the pursuing agents close the distance.>
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Dr. Oliver: You know I wouldn't steer you wrong. Put the gun down.
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<SCP-6721 raises the gun, and fires. Dr. Oliver is struck in the leg, and falls to the floor as SCP-6721 resumes its flight.
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<Dr. Oliver swings out with her uninjured leg, and SCP-6721 trips. It strikes its chin on the floor as the agents take positions around it.>
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<Log ends.>
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» QUERY: SCP-6721 ADDENDUM 1 SOURCE
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This addendum was amended by C_WILT_A21 from a raw transcript prepared by .aic machine intelligence via security camera feeds.
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» ACCESS: SCP-6721 ADDENDUM 1 TRANSCRIPT RAWS
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Available raw data fragments: one (1) excision, seven (7) expunged cognitohazards.
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» ACCESS: SCP-6721 ADDENDUM 1 TRANSCRIPT RAW EXCISION
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<Dr. Oliver swings out with her uninjured leg, and SCP-6721 trips. It strikes its chin on the floor as the agents take positions around it.>
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Dr. Oliver: I can't… wait, to figure out how you do that… little trick.
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SCP-6721: [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED]
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<Wilt arrives at the scene, and kicks SCP-6721 in the head. It ceases communication.>
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Wilt: Get up, Kendra.
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<Wilt turns to the agents.>
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Wilt: Take the subject into custody, then have Chief Ulman run a SCiPnet scan. If anyone else knew this was coming, we need to know about it now. I want an information security review and probable time to failure ASAP.
Junior Researcher Wilt is pursuing a Foundation doctoral degree in Acroamatic Abatement..The neutralization of esoteric effluence. Her current duties involve digitizing the textual records of the Acroamatic Abatement Group to the A21NET server.
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Her work and dissertation supervisor is Dr. Kendra Oliver.
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» ACCESS: ABRIDGED PERSONNEL FILE K_OLIVER_A21
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Kendra Oliver
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Acroamatic Abatement Group
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Senior Researcher
+Security Clearance Level: 3
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Post: Area-21 (December 2022-present)
+Office: C-103
+Email:ten.12A|revilo_k#ten.12A|revilo_k
+Present Assignment: Department Head
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Dr. Oliver is one of the Foundation's foremost experts in Acroamatic Abatement, and the author of over two dozen manuscripts and technical manuals, including:
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Sewer Rats: The Strange Lives and Stranger Deaths of Manual Workers in the AAG. Vienna: Acroamatic Abatement Group Press, 1997.
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"Transcendental Hyperfixation of Linguanon Gerund Forms in Zero-Hume Abatements." Gunk: The Journal of the Acroamatic Abatement Group, vol. 61 no. 3: 5-45.
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"Abated Breath: Knowing the Signs of Purgative Fluid Infection." (Internal safety pamphlet.)
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She was recently promoted to Head of Acroamatic Abatement at Treatment Area-21 following the retirement of Dr. Stacey Laiken in late 2022.
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» QUERY: TENURE K_OLIVER_A21 SITE-43
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Dr. Kendra Oliver has never been stationed at Site-43.
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» QUERY: STATION K_OLIVER_A21 2002
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Dr. Kendra Oliver was stationed at Site-62 within the SCP-004-1 pocket dimension in 2002.
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» QUERY: TENURE K_OLIVER_A21 SITE-62
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Dr. Kendra Oliver was stationed at Site-62 between November 2000 and December 2022.
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» ACCESS: SCP-6721 ADDENDUM 1 COMMENTS
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Were vulnerable personnel exposed to the subject before containment?
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— Director Kijek
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Yes. The two we couldn't inoculate in December.
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— Security Chief Ulman
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Have they been processed?
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— Director Kijek
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Yes.
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— Security Chief Ulman
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» QUERY: 24H SECURITY LOG A21
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One (1) item.
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CONTAINMENT BREACH: 01/03/2023
+Subject: SCP-6721
+Casualties: Agent Heinrich Jacobi, Dr. Benjamin Salazar
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» QUERY: LOCATION H_JACOBI_A21, B_SALAZAR_A21
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Agent Heinrich Jacobi
+Deceased. Location unknown. Last known position: Area-21 Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-1.
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Dr. Benjamin Salazar
+Deceased. Location unknown. Last known position: Area-21 Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-1.
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» ACCESS: SCP-6721 ADDENDUM 1 TRANSCRIPT RAW COGNITOHAZARDS
Addendum 6721-2, Interrogation: The following interrogation was conducted five hours after detainment, once the subject's mental and physical assessment by Chief Medical Officer Dr. Anthony Culp was complete.
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SCP-6721 Intake Interview
+Date: 01/03/2023
+Officer of Record: Dr. Julia Kijek (Director, Area-21)
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<Log begins.>
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<SCP-6721 and Director Kijek are seated at a table in the former's temporary cell.>
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Director Kijek: State your name, please, for the record.
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SCP-6721: I… don't know.
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Director Kijek: This will go easier for you if you cooperate.
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SCP-6721: I am cooperating. I don't… remember my name. I don't know who I am.
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Director Kijek: Do you know why you're here?
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SCP-6721: No.
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Director Kijek: Yes, you do.
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<Silence on recording.>
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Director Kijek: You're here to infiltrate us.
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SCP-6721: …yes.
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Director Kijek: Who sent you?
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SCP-6721: I don't—
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Director Kijek: You do. Concentrate. Who sent you?
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SCP-6721: …the giftschreiber..GoI-5054, a society of cryptomancers hostile to Foundation interests.
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Director Kijek: There you go. And what were you sent here to do?
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SCP-6721: I…
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<SCP-6721 shakes its head.>
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SCP-6721: …kill you. Kill all of you. I was sent here to kill everyone. That's what they told me.
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Director Kijek: Can you remember any details? Specific persons involved? The reasons for this attack? Anything you haven't already told me?
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SCP-6721: No. There's… there's nothing else.
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Director Kijek: Let the record show that the subject claims to possess no useful knowledge.
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SCP-6721: Wait!
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Director Kijek: Give me a shout if you think of anything, SCP-6721. But please do it quickly.
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<Log ends.>
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Subsequent to this interview, Director Kijek ordered Dr. Culp to conduct a detailed pharmopsychological workup for SCP-6721. Dr. Culp confirmed that the subject possessed no additional information, and evidenced no medical intervention which could explain its loss of memory. He advised Director Kijek that in his professional opinion, the subject would at no point become a valuable intelligence asset. Security Chief Renata Ulman therefore recommended that the subject be terminated at once.
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» QUERY: SCP-6721 STAATUS
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Bad command or file name.
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» QUERY: SCP-6721 STATUS
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Subject is alive and in containment. No change in status is presently anticipated.
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» ACCESS: SCP-6721 MEDICAL REPORTS
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No files found.
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» QUERY: SCP-6721 RELATED REPORTS
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No files found.
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» QUERY: MEDICAL REPORTS A_CULP_A21
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Anthony Culp, MD has logged no reports within 24 hours of this request.
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» QUERY: MEDICAL REPORTS 2023 A_CULP_A21
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No files found. One (1) file found with edits from the specified date range. Access?
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CONTAINMENT BREACH AAF-1-2022-3, MEDICAL REPORT
+Culp, Dr. Anthony (Chief Medical Officer)
+12/15/2022
+Updated 01/03/2023
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On December 14 2022, counterchronological material being processed in Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-1 approached critical levels of recondicity..Recondite material cannot be contained within Euclidean geometry. Safeguards prevented a full-scale breach scenario, but Director Kijek ordered that all staff report for medical assessment within one day of the event to determine whether any cases of harmful exposure could be found. On December 15 I personally examined every member of staff at Area-21 at my clinic, and determined that no such exposure occurred. However, routine physical workups revealed discrepancies in the biology of two individuals, who were determined to have been exposed to a rare dormant strain of SCP-6425, requiring immediate quarantine.
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On January 3 2023, after a lengthy interrogation of captured insurgent SCP-6721, which I oversaw in my capacity as CMO, Director Kijek determined that it was responsible both for releasing the pathogen and precipitating the containment breach. Under my advisement, the Director has therefore ordered Area-21 locked down until further notice.
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Case updates will be promptly made available, and I am available to discuss the matter at any time via the SCiPnet messaging system.
Director Kijek is a veteran of the SCP Foundation's diplomatic corps. As Director of the Acroamatic Abatement Group's founding facilities at Area-21 she is responsible for overseeing symposia, liaising with Groups of Interest, and organizing the annual gala event. She is presently engaged in intensive negotiations with the Global Occult Coalition to take over that organization's underfunded and overworked programs for neutralizing esoteric waste; as such, she is unavailable for consultation or other diplomatic work at this time. Personnel should contact Security Chief Ulman, Chief Medical Officer Culp, or Dr. Oliver for all matters relating to day-to-day operations at Area-21.
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» ACCESS: ABRIDGED PERSONNEL FILE R_ULMAN_A21
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» ACCESS: ABRIDGED PERSONNEL FILE R_ULMAN_A21
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A21NET returned command unexecuted.
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» ACCESS: ABRIDGED PERSONNEL FILE A_CULP_A21
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A21NET returned command unexecuted.
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This prompt has been idle for five (5) minutes. Disconnect?
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» ACCESS: SCP-6721 ADDENDUM 1 TRANSCRIPT RAW COGNITOHAZARDS
Dr. Astrauskas is a Level II registered thaumaturge with a speciality in auramancy. She is able, via intense concentration and thaumaturgical stimulus, to observe energy vortices surrounding living subjects. These vortices correspond to vital elements of their personhood and disposition; after two decades of research, Dr. Astrauskas is able to judge the implications of each aura with precision accuracy.
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The auras Dr. Astrauskas has identified are as follows:
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Mood: a colour gradation between red and violet flowing from the crown of the head to the upper legs, mapping reliably to sixteen distinct emotional states;
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Health: a series of discrete emissions from each organ or system, ranging from deep grey to bright white, indicating their relative strength and the presence or absence of sickness or disease;
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Intent: a glow in the eye sockets corresponding to the honesty of a subject's statements or their disposition towards the target of their attention;
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Identity: a specific and highly detailed fluctuation in a colour which does not map to the known light spectrum, vibrating in unique patterns which allow for the positive or negative identification of individuals the auramancer has already encountered despite disguises, memetic intervention, or behavioural cues.
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The extent to which Dr. Astrauskas is capable of perceiving each aura is defined by the state of her other senses. The mood aura produces distinct tastes; the health aura has an olfactory component; the intent aura is audible; the identity aura is tactile, and can be confirmed beyond any shadow of doubt through direct physical contact. When these senses are dulled or disabled, their respective auras are dimmed or made invisible.
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Dr. Astrauskas was trained in thaumaturgy at Site-43, and held tenure at Area-21 for many years. In 2003, her auramancy was instrumental in the thwarting of an attempted containment breach by hostile operatives. She has been involved in multiple research and containment projects since — often in overseas collaboration with her longtime friend and colleague Dr. Udo Okorie, Chief of Applied Occultism at Site-43.
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Current Research: Dr. Astrauskas is advancing a long-term Level 5 Classified collaborative project with Dr. Lillian Lillihammer; she is presently offsite on a related research sabbatical.
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» QUERY: SCP-6721 UPDATES
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» QUERY: SCP-6721 UPDATES
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Command prompt active. The date is 4 January 2023. It has been four hours since your last activity.
Special Containment Procedures: A schedule of all Foundation facilities organized by projected vulnerability to SCP-6721 incursion will be prepared by the Emergent Threat Tactical Response Authority. Auramantic readings of all employees at each facility in descending order of urgency will be carried out as soon as is feasible.
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Description: SCP-6721 is a group of entities of unknown number who are capable of assuming the identities of extant human individuals, to the point where neither medical science nor most forms of anomalous identity confirmation can detect the irregularity. The effect is at least partially memetic; while a complete bodily transformation is possible, SCP-6721 instances have demonstrated the capacity to convince other individuals in their immediate proximity that they possess identities which diverge substantially from their physical appearance.
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Addendum 6721-1, Discovery: SCP-6721 was discovered at Area-21 on 01/03/2023 by Foundation thaumaturge Dr. Rozálie Astrauskas. Dr. Astrauskas was on a research sabbatical to various European facilities, seeking consultations for a classified project related to her auramantic capabilities. On entering Area-21, she quickly discovered that the following individuals in the facility's command structure were in fact impersonators:
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Director Julia Kijek;
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Chief of Security Renata Ulman;
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Chief Medical Officer Dr. Anthony Culp;
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Senior Researcher Dr. Kendra Oliver;
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Junior Researcher Catherine Wilt.
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She was able to relay this discovery to two colleagues, Dr. Benjamin Salazar and Agent Heinrich Jacobi, before the SCP-6721 instances orchestrated her capture via Area personnel unaware of their true identities. Dr. Salazar and Agent Jacobi were subsequently neutralized via unknown means. As a containment breach alarm was set during Dr. Astrauskas' flight from security personnel, in order to maintain the illusion of Area-21's compliance with Foundation protocol and deflect outside scrutiny, a tentative SCP file was created describing Dr. Astrauskas as an enemy mole for GoI-5054 (the giftschreiber) and curating the details of her capture to support this contention. Dr. Astrauskas was subjected to memetic reconditioning by Dr. Culp in order to generate a false 'confession' that she had entered Area-21 as a saboteur, which was then appended to her SCP file as an interrogation transcript. Stalling for time to ensure that Dr. Astrauskas had not communicated her suspicions offsite, Area-21 was immediately locked down on the pretence of "ensuring information security and the containment of a potentially lethal pathogen."
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Dr. Udo Okorie of Site-43 had already filed a missing persons report on Dr. Astrauskas when she failed to respond to SCiPnet messages after leaving Site-91; as the elapsed time was low and Dr. Astrauskas was on a research sabbatical, this report was not given a high priority. Engaging multiple other staff members to bolster her security clearance level, Dr. Okorie correctly guessed at her friend's destination and remotely accessed A21NET on 01/04/2023. After examining multiple files relating to the unpublished SCP-6721 database entry and identifying multiple discrepancies in the narrative as presented, she alerted the Germanophone Branch and MTF Nu-7 ("Hammer Down") that Area-21 was compromised. While Nu-7 was immediately mobilized, MTF DE-𝔏 ("Die Inquisition") was able to reach the Area within eleven minutes, and after covert infiltration engaged the interlopers.
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The SCP-6721 instances impersonating Director Kijek and Junior Researcher Wilt evaded capture and escaped the Area, though wounded. The instance impersonating Chief Ulman committed suicide via cyanide capsule. After barricading themselves in the medical clinic, the instances impersonating Dr. Culp and Dr. Oliver used the medical waste disposal tunnel to enter the Large Solids Liquefaction Chamber in Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-1. They then liquefied themselves.
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Dr. Astrauskas was released from containment. Memetic deprogramming was successful in restoring her cognition unimpaired, and she was remanded to the medical wing for treatment and interrogation. A transcript is appended below.
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Debriefing: Dr. Rozálie Astrauskas, Site-91
+Date: 01/04/2023
+Officer of Record: Acting Director Dr. Njeri Kamau, Area-21
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<Log begins.>
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<Dr. Astrauskas is lying in a hospital bed. Acting Director Kamau is sitting next to her on a plastic chair.>
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Acting Director Kamau: I realize you must be very tired, so we will be brief. How did you figure it out?
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Dr. Astrauskas: I'm an auramancer. I can read, among other things, identity auras. I worked at Area-21 for years; I know most of the people here.
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<Dr. Astrauskas suddenly begins to weep.>
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Acting Director Kamau: You've been through a lot. I understand.
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Dr. Astrauskas: No, it's not… never… never mind. Ah… I know most of the people here. I… I could tell that… I saw what I expected to see. But I met your boss, Kijek, at an AAG conference a few years back, and Oliver too of course — everyone in AcroAbate knows Oliver. I could tell as soon as I saw them that something was wrong.
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Acting Director Kamau: With your auramancy?
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Dr. Astrauskas: Yes, though I couldn't… tell you specifically why, I'm afraid.
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Acting Director Kamau: I see. So, once you had your suspicions, you contacted a few of your friends?
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Dr. Astrauskas: Yes. What happened to them? Heinrich and Ben?
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Acting Director Kamau: They're marked as deceased in the personnel roster. We don't know how. Presumably the insurgents killed them.
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<Dr. Astrauskas sighs.>
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Dr. Astrauskas: And they would have killed me, too, once they knew I hadn't told anyone else, if not for… hmm.
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Acting Director Kamau: Yes?
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Dr. Astrauskas: They must have slipped up, right? Who figured that out?
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Acting Director Kamau: A friend of yours.
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Dr. Astrauskas: Udo Okorie.
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Acting Director Kamau: How did you know?
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<Dr. Astrauskas smiles.>
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Dr. Astrauskas: Can I talk to her?
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Acting Director Kamau: Of course. She's still at 43, because she kept digging while Hammer Down and Die Inquisition were en route, but your SCiPnet messaging permissions have been reinstated.
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Dr. Astrauskas: Hammer Down was coming?
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Acting Director Kamau: That's right. They still are, in fact; they'll need to refuel here for the flight home. Dr. Okorie didn't know how badly compromised the Area was, and with the lockdown she assumed the worst.
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Dr. Astrauskas: I see.
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Acting Director Kamau: Is there anything else you need to tell me? Did you detect any other insurgents?
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Dr. Astrauskas: No. No, I think you got them all. Except the ones that got away, I hear.
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Acting Director Kamau: We'll catch them. I suspect your auramancy will be in high demand in the next few months. That research project you were working on is going to be badly delayed, I'm afraid.
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Dr. Astrauskas: Mmm.
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Acting Director Kamau: What was it, if I may ask?
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Dr. Astrauskas: It's classified, sorry. Call ETTRA and ask, if you're feeling lucky.
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Acting Director Kamau: I'll pass. Alright, you're going to be held here for observation for twenty-four hours, then released. Quarantine procedure says nobody in or out of this room during that period, but your tablet is on the table there if you want to contact your friend.
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Dr. Astrauskas: I very much do.
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<Log ends.>
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» RUN: SCIPNET MESSAGING SYSTEM, CHECK MESSAGES
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Executing. One (1) new message.
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Goofball
+OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU
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Me
+This is known
+Holy shit Roz are you okay
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Goofball
+What did you even DO?! How did you figure it out?!
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Me
+I could ask you the same thing!
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Goofball
+Well don't lol these messages aren't secure enough for classified stuff
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Goofball
+Seriously though you saved my ass
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Goofball
+Tell your girlfriend to kiss you for me
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Me
+You know damn well nobody tells her anything.
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Goofball
+You know what this reminds me of? Aruba.
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Me
+How so?
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Goofball
+2005, remember? On the beach? Let me grab a pic.
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Goofball
+Oh, great. They deleted all my files. Uh
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Me
+Thumbnails are still cached.
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Goofball
+Not even gonna ask why you know that. Okay, gimme a second.
Me
+As long as you always remember to squawk when you need saving, that count will keep going up.
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Me
+Get some sleep, Roz. I'll come visit when I can.
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Goofball
+Nah, you won't.
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ALERT: PRIORITY MESSAGE RECEIVED
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En route. Provide details if possible?
+— Nu-7 Actual
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» QUERY: WEIGHT AT LAST PHYSICAL A_CULP_A21, K_OLIVER_A21
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Dr. Anthony Culp and Dr. Kendra Oliver weighed 135kg in total as of most recent physical examinations.
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» QUERY: UNSCHEDULED ABATEMENT A21 01/04/2023
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Treatment Area-21 processed and neutralized 134kg of unscheduled esoteric material on this date.
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» RECALL QUERY RESULTS: 24H SECURITY LOG A21
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Previous results retrieved.
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CONTAINMENT BREACH: 01/03/2023
+Subject: SCP-6721
+Casualties: Agent Heinrich Jacobi, Dr. Benjamin Salazar
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» QUERY: WEIGHT AT LAST PHYSICAL A_JACOBI_A21, B_SALAZAR_A21
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Agent Heinrich Jacobi and Dr. Benjamin Salazar weighed 159kg in total as of most recent physical examinations.
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» QUERY: UNSCHEDULED ABATEMENT A21 01/03/2023
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Treatment Area-21 processed and neutralized 157kg of unscheduled esoteric material on this date.
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» RECALL QUERY RESULTS: MEDICAL REPORTS 2023 A_CULP_A21 HIGHLIGHT STATEMENT "I PERSONALLY"
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Previous results retrieved. One (1) matching statement highlighted.
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CONTAINMENT BREACH AAF-1-2022-3, MEDICAL REPORT
+Culp, Dr. Anthony (Chief Medical Officer)
+12/15/2022
+Updated 01/03/2023
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On December 14 2022, counterchronological material being processed in Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-1 approached critical levels of recondicity..Recondite material cannot be contained within Euclidean geometry. Safeguards prevented a full-scale breach scenario, but Director Kijek ordered that all staff report for medical assessment within one day of the event to determine whether any cases of harmful exposure could be found.On December 15 I personally examined every member of staff at Area-21 at my clinic, and determined that no such exposure occurred.However, routine physical workups revealed discrepancies in the biology of two individuals, who were determined to have been exposed to a rare dormant strain of SCP-6425, requiring immediate quarantine.
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On January 3 2023, after a lengthy interrogation of captured insurgent SCP-6721, which I oversaw in my capacity as CMO, Director Kijek determined that it was responsible both for releasing the pathogen and precipitating the containment breach. Under my advisement, the Director has therefore ordered Area-21 locked down until further notice.
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Case updates will be promptly made available, and I am available to discuss the matter at any time via the SCiPnet messaging system.
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» QUERY: WEIGHT AT LAST PHYSICAL A21_ALL MINUS A_JACOBI_A21, B_SALAZAR_A21, J_KIJEK_A21, A_CULP_A21, C_WILT_A21, R_ULMAN_A21
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The full personnel complement of Area-21, one hundred and seventeen (117) individuals, minus Agent Heinrich Jacobi, Dr. Benjamin Salazar, Director Julia Kijek, Dr. Anthony Culp, and Junior Researcher Catherine Wilt weighed 8397kg as of most recent physical examinations.
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» QUERY: UNSCHEDULED ABATEMENT A21 12/15/2022
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Treatment Area-21 processed and neutralized 8408kg of unscheduled esoteric material on this date.
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» ALERT_TERSE: NU-7 ACTUAL "THEY'RE ALL DEAD. THEY WERE ALL REPLACED."
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Message sent.
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» ALERT_TERSE: NU-7 ACTUAL "ALL BUT ROZALIE ASTRAUSKAS COMPROMISED. CONFIRM RECEIPT."
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Message sent.
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Receipt received: MTF Nu-7 ("Hammer Down").
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Incoming call: MTF Nu-7 ("Hammer Down").
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» ACCEPT
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Connecting…
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» COMMAND: SLEEP
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This prompt will hibernate until reactivation.
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♦ ♦ ♦
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» COMMAND: WAKE
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Command prompt active. The date is 4 January 2023. It has been one hour since your last activity.
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» RUN: SCIPNET MESSAGING SYSTEM, CHECK MESSAGES
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Executing. One (1) new message.
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Goofball
+SMS is up again. Hello world.
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Me
+Are you okay?!
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Goofball
+Thanks to you. Fake guards were banging bloody murder on my door. Literally, I think.
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Me
+Hammer Down and Die Inquisition say the Area is secure now.
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Goofball
+Yeah. Yeah, it sure sounded like they were securing it.
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Me
+I'm so sorry, Roz.
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Goofball
+Don't you ever be sorry.
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Goofball
+Took a tranq. Gonna sleep. Talk tomorrow.
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Goofball
+Check the SCP file before you text. Gonna be a big update.
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Me
+I'm glad you're okay.
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Goofball
+I'm glad you're amazing <3
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Incoming call: Dr. Allan J. McInnis (Director, Site-43).
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» ACCEPT
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Connecting…
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» COMMAND: SLEEP
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This prompt will hibernate until reactivation.
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♦ ♦ ♦
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» COMMAND: WAKE
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Command prompt active. The date is 5 January 2023. It has been seven hours since your last activity.
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» QUERY: SCP-6721 UPDATES
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A new SCiPnet file for SCP-6721 has been created. View?
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» Y
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Your permissions set has changed since the previous session. Input new credentials.
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» AUTH: UO43 RHO EIGHT QI SIERRA PALANTIR HOROSCOPE
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6721 is an SCP Foundation senior researcher with Security Clearance Level 4 credentials. No restrictions on her person are required. Directives issued by SCP-6721 are backed by the authority of the Emergent Threat Tactical Response Authority.
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Description: SCP-6721 is Dr. Rozálie Astrauskas, a Level II registered thaumaturge with a speciality in auramancy. Through experimentation with synaesthesia in collaboration with memeticist Dr. Lillian Lillihammer, Dr. Astrauskas has discovered an ability unknown to the present state of anomalous science. By 'crossing the wires' of her senses of smell and touch, and the related auras of 'Health' and 'Identity', she is able to visualize a fifth aura tentatively identified as "Origin." Brief experimentation with extradimensional biological entities transferred from Site-DE6 suggests that this aura pertains to a subject's relationship to baseline reality; individuals from alternate timelines or alternate universes 'read' differently in subtle but recognizable patterns.
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Addendum 6721-1, Discovery: On 01/03/2023, Dr. Astrauskas demonstrated this new talent by identifying the entire working population of Treatment Area-21 as being of extradimensional origin. Attempts to silence and terminate her after this discovery were thwarted by a combination of her own efforts and those of Dr. Udo Okorie of Site-43, via remote terminal. On 01/04/2023, MTF Nu-7 ("Hammer Down") reclaimed Area-21 by terminating one hundred and twelve interlopers acting in the guise of SCP Foundation employees. The facility's original staff is presumed deceased, their remains subjected to acroamatic abatement processes by their replacements and liquefied in December of 2022.
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Analysis of the insurgent cadavers is ongoing. Tentative identification suggests that they represent a formerly unattested sect of GoI-5054 (the giftschreiber), cryptomantic cultists engaged in surreptitious warfare with the SCP Foundation. Their ability to defeat auramantic detection (as it was understood before Dr. Astrauskas developed her new capabilities) may originate from outside of baseline reality, as they do.
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Two additional members of staff were terminated by the interlopers after contact with Dr. Astrauskas; review of their personal effects suggests they may have been covertly associated with GoI-6382 (the schriftsteller,) rivals of GoI-5054. Their presumed cryptomantic capabilities would explain why they were not neutralized and replaced until the insurgents were forced to move quickly to avoid exposure.
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In recognition of their long service, the extraordinary performances outlined above, and their utility for persecuting the aforementioned conflict with GoI-5054 in the future, both Drs. Astrauskas and Okorie were promoted to Security Clearance Level 4 on 01/05/2023. Dr. Astrauskas has been granted one mandatory week's leave to recuperate before her new duties begin: conducting a schedule of random, unannounced examinations of all Foundation facilities to uncover any further insurgencies, adjunct to Operation FIREBREAK.
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» RUN: SCIPNET MESSAGING SYSTEM, CHECK MESSAGES
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Executing. One (1) new message.
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Goofball
+Hello Security Clearance Level 4 Dr. Udo Okorie
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Me
+Hello Security Clearance Level 4 Dr. Rozalie Astrauskas!
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Goofball
+You missed the accent on my first name.
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Me
+Maybe it's a secret distress signal.
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Goofball
+Aw, are you in distress? Got the "saved the world again" blues have we?
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Me
+Hey, you saved the world too. You in distress?
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Goofball
+Kind of? Got a week's leave before reassignment and there's a high probability that I'm spending it in this god damn tomb.
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Goofball
+Some of these people were my friends.
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Me
+I know. I don't want to minimize that. But you're not out of friends yet, Roz.
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Goofball
+Oh yeah, my Canadian girl friends. That's a big help.
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Me
+How long did it take you to decide whether to put that space in "girl friends"?
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Me
+Yeah, I wouldn't answer either.
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Me
+Anyway, who says we're in Canada?
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Goofball
+What?
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Me
+Be at the exit in an hour, if you please.
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Goofball
+Udo Okorie.
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Goofball
+You're not IN AUSTRIA.
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Goofball
+Are you?
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+
Me
+I mean, not for long.
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+
Me
+Del and I got the week off too. Know what else we got?
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Me
+Three tickets to Aruba, and you're our third.
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Me
+Stop crying and text me back you big suck.
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Goofball
+Fine, but I get to be second. I did a thing.
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Goofball
+Adding "also some of those meme maniacs are apparently from another universe" to your dossier has got to be redeemable for an upgrade.
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Me
+You can negotiate on the plane with Del. She's been itching for a fight for weeks.
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Me
+Oh, Roz?
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Goofball
+Yeah?
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+
Me
+When Oliver was pretending to be me. I've watched the footage now; you don't squint at her.
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Goofball
+Right, I didn't.
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Me
+You always squint when you're reading auras.
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Goofball
+Yup.
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Me
+You knew it wasn't me? Without reading the aura?
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Goofball
+Of course I did, doofus.
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Goofball
+Magic or no magic, you always know your friends.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6771's containment is conducted in joint cooperation with the Canadian Dairy Commission. The full containment rubric is outlined in the Operational Dogma, a document that spontaneously rose into conception at the time of SCP-6771's birth. A condensed 2000 page version is attached to this file.
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As of 2012, SCP-6771 is safely contained in Area-04, formerly known as Kamloops, British Columbia. All residents of the city have been employed by the Foundation and briefed on SCP-6771's properties.
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The Operational Dogma will remain in effect until 2062, which marks its expiry date and the point at which SCP-6771's containment is no longer necessary. The mandatory exit procedure that follows this event is detailed below.
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Description: SCP-6771 is a 27-year-old male of Canadian descent. It is affected by a non-anomalous effect in which it cannot see milk. This is not substantiated by anything that would actually prevent SCP-6771 from perceiving milk, so it must be enforced by an external party.
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It is the principal effort of the Foundation to ensure SCP-6771 cannot see milk.
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The substances that SCP-6771 cannot see are restricted to forms of liquid dairy. Processed milk products such as cheese and butter are permissible for SCP-6771's consumption, provided they are handled with extreme caution. Certain substances such as non-dairy liquids (e.g soy milk, coconut milk) and milk-adjacent products (e.g ice cream, yoghurt) are not technically prohibited, but cannot be introduced to SCP-6771, as they could be used to extrapolate the existence of milk.
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In order to explain the origin and composition of solid dairy in a milkless world, SCP-6771 has been informed that these foods are derived from "goatsuckle", a fictional substance made of liver purée.
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McArthur Island
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Despite its affliction, SCP-6771 leads an otherwise normal life as an amateur sports coach and a serial killer. To this end, the Foundation has developed McArthur Island — an artificial island containing ten baseball fields, ten football fields, and a skate park — to stem SCP-6771's boredom and create an inner zone of containment surrounded by water.
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Discovery: SCP-6771 was initially discovered by the Canadian Dairy Commission after several reported sightings of an unmilked cow in the city of Vancouver, British Columbia. The Commission deployed agents to St. Paul's — a local maternity clinic — and upon locating the animal, discovered that it was a human infant. After a brief firefight with the hospital staff, the subject was successfully taken into custody. The Operational Dogma was put into place after the Commission realized the extent of SCP-6771's effects and transferred it to the Foundation for containment.
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Special Containment Procedures II: Excerpts from the Operational Dogma, outlining important containment measures.
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OPERATIONAL DOGMA
+Page 521 of 8702
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All mammals within the vicinity of SCP-6771 and Kamloops have been altered so they cannot lactate.
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Artificial lacrimal glands have been inlaid in SCP-6771's eyes and esophagus. In the event that an unavoidable milk encounter befalls SCP-6771, a supervising agent will remotely detonate the glands, releasing non-lethal quantities of tear gas into SCP-6771's body. This will temporarily incapacitate SCP-6771 for several weeks, allowing hazardous material teams ample time to purge the area of milk.
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Wide-area Scranton filters have been installed under every building in Kamloops. These devices are calibrated to prevent milk-based anomalies from spontaneously manifesting within SCP-6771's vicinity.
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SCP-6771 will be provided with a romantic companion to closely monitor and regulate its behavior. The ritual for assembling the "Lacrecia Jones" is available on the opposite page.
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Atmospheric terraformation machines have been installed around the perimeter of Kamloops. These machines are capable of creating small tornadoes and other weather phenomena to dissuade SCP-6771 from leaving the city limits.
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Exit Procedure: On June 5th, 2062, the Operational Dogma dictating the terms of SCP-6771's containment will expire. The exit procedure is as follows:
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Background: SCP-6771 will be invited to its local Save-On-Foods grocery store to celebrate its 50th birthday. All of its friends and family will be there and will be briefed on the exit procedure.
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[SCP-6771 picks up a carton and inspects it.]
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Uncle Jeff: What's wrong, Jeremy?
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SCP-6771: What is it?
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[Everyone is stifling laughter.]
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Uncle Jeff: You don't know what that is?
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Lacrecia Jones:[Laughter] You don't know?
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SCP-6771: Sorry?
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Lacrecia Jones: You don't know? [Laughter]
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[Everyone is chuckling.]
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SCP-6771: I don't understand.
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Aunt Nancy: Oh my god! [Her hands are placed on SCP-6771's shoulders, as she guides it to another carton. She holds it in front of SCP-6771.] Now, what's this? What do you think?
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[SCP-6771 looks back and forth between its aunt and the carton.]
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SCP-6771: 'Milk'?
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[The laughter explodes out of the room, and the adults begin to chuckle, as they watch SCP-6771. Everyone is laughing, except for SCP-6771.]
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Lacrecia Jones: No, no, no, no, no, no. Please tell me you're joking. [The laughter continues.] Are you serious? You've never seen this before?
I hope you enjoy this short story. It's a bit of a personal one for me, as it's based on a true story.
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But before we get into that, I want to segue into a brief aside about Bob Beamon, one of the greatest athletes of our time. You may know him from the 1968 Olympics — when he leaped a staggering 8.90 meters and broke the world record for the long jump — but did you know he also had a zany side?
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On his way home with fellow runner Ralph Boston, his eyes sweeped over the horizon to take in a great expanse of grass, the cows lazing against the wind, and the setting sun peeking above the treeline. He turned to Ralph and said, "The wind, Ralph. I can feel the wind."
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He looked up at the sun and noticed the wind-driven dust in the air. "Oh, it's warm, but the wind is blowing." Ralph glanced out across the fields, and sure enough, there it was, blowing across the vast plains.
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"See that, Ralph? That's wind. There's wind blowing across America. I can feel the wind."
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"Bob, you're crazy," Ralph replied. "That's Mexican wind. We're in Mexico right now."
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"Damn right," Bob said, before jumping out of the car. They were going about 30 miles per hour at the time, so you can probably guess how that turned out.
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He did it just to see if he could. He was a bit of a daredevil, I guess you could say.
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Anyways, special thanks to my youth pastor for crit.
I was reading 5847 and I thought "Wait a second, this is genius. But wouldn't having an entire canon generated from terrible food puns be even better?" And so it was. I created a whole canon surrounding the Food Isles. The Sausages, Carrots, and Pineapples Foundation is now in control, and will stage the food revolution!
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For more content from me, check out my Author Page!
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6847 is to be kept in standard humanoid containment chamber. Since SCP-6847 by itself is low risk, no other containment procedures are neccessary.
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Description: SCP-6847 is a sapient pear approximately one meter tall. It possesses arms and legs similar in shape to that of an adult male. Despite these arms and legs being made of the same material as the torso2, SCP-6847 is capable of movement without issue. It possesses the capability to speak; how it does so is unknown, given the lack of any facial features. SCP-6847 speaks with prevalent use of culinary-based puns. If these puns have the same pronunciation as their counterparts, SCP-6847 will put more emphasis on certain parts of the word in order to get the pun across.
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SCP-6847 does not require food or liquid to survive. Additionally, it possesses mild regenerative abilities. SCP-6847 claims that destruction of its core will neutralize both of these properties.
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SCP-6847 was discovered on 7/19/2020 inside of a park located in the U.S. state of Georgia. Upon discovery, SCP-6847 was in the process of fighting off two mallard ducks. SCP-6847 was recovered with no serious injuries.
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Addendum 6847.1: Intake Interview
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[BEGIN LOG]
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BASSETT: Hello, thank you for being here.
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6847: Not like I had a choice. Your guys beet and dragged me down here. Not a very good way to treat a visitor, I will say!
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BASSETT: I apologize, I don't recall them being ordered to do that. Were you upset by that?
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6847: Don't wheat me like a child.
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BASSETT: Well in that case… [Cough]… Let's just get on with the interview, shall we? Can I call you 6847 or do you have something else you would like to go by?
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6847: It doesn't matter to me either way.
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BASSETT: 6847 it is. Now, what exactly are you?
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6847: I think I should be asking the same of soup people, y'know? I'm just a regular pearson.
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BASSETT: A regular person? Alright, in that case I'll ask you this. Who are you?
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6847: Ah, you don't know? I'm Tom A. Tow!
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BASSETT: But… you don't look much like a tomato?
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SCP-6847 leans closer to Bassett.
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6847:[Whispering] Look, that's supposed to be a trade secret recipe. How about we keep that between you and me?
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BASSETT:[Backing away] Alright then, that's a deal. Now, where exactly did you come fr-
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6847: Oh, I thought you'd know that too. You must be clueless then. I'm the Ambassalador that was sent here to attend the meeting between our two good peoples!
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BASSETT: An ambassador? I don't recall-
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6847: No! An Ambassalador! Get it right!
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BASSETT: Okay, okay, Ambassalador. Who were you sent to represent?
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6847: Ah, I was sent here to repretzelsent the entirety of humunchkind. Kind of a big deal, huh?
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BASSETT: I'm afraid to inform you that we didn't have such a meeting scheduled, especially not with a food item.
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6847: What? Did I make a misteak and go through the wrong milk carton? Am I not speaking to the CEO of humanity?
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BASSETT: CEO of humanity? We are humans, if that's what you're asking.
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6847: Oh thank goodness, that would've bean terrible if I went into the wrong world.
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BASSETT: I apologize, I wasn't aware of such a situation. Can you tell me a bit more about your own world so I am caught up on current events?
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6847: Aye, well that's the least I could do. I come from the Food Isles. You know about us?
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BASSETT: Er… sure?
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6847: Oh, well that's good. My souperviser told me all about you guys. Apparently we had some sort of history, and told me to go in as the repretzelsentative of our people to answer questionions and deliver something.
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BASSETT: Deliver something? So you have more to give me?
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6847: Oh yeah, that's right. There is indeed bun more thing I need to give you.
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[END LOG]
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Addendum 6847.2: Extra Document
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After the interview with Dr. Bassett, SCP-6847 produced a file. It did so by slicing off a portion of its own body, revealing the document on the inside. Further searches of SCP-6847 yielded no results.
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THIS MESSAGE WAS COMPOSED BY CONSENSUS OF THE OVERPEAR COUNCIL
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Dear Secure, Contain, and Protect Foundation,
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It's very nice to meat you, those who call themselves "Humans". Did you get our repretzelsentative?
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Who are we? Shrimply put, we are the ruling party of our own world.
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We are what you would call "Food". You may ask yourselves: Why are these eggcelent food specimens able to speak?
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When the time came to brie, we decided enough was enough. We rosé up against our oppressing humans. We gained back control. We rosé from the debris stronger than ever.
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Lettuce be clear: The food items in your possession have feelings, just like we do. Beef you continue slaughtering and eating them, we will have no other choice but to revolt against you like we did our own humans.
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We've attempted to establish a kitchenbassy in what you call a 'Mall' to diplomatically solve this problem. But we were driven into hiding by businesses, and all that remained was our food court. However, this was eventually closed off as well.
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This is our final ultomatum. Free the food.
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Sincerely, the Sausages, Carrots, and Pineapples Foundation.
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+This article contains adult content that may not be suitable for all readers.
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Graphic depiction of blood, gore or mutilation of body parts
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+Explicit depiction of sexual acts.
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+Depiction of severe mistreatment of children
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Special Containment Procedures: A copy of SCP-7069 is kept on an encrypted flash drive in a secure object locker in Site-43. No personnel are permitted to use SCP-7069. While no additional copies of SCP-7069 are believed to exist, should any be discovered, they are to be remotely deleted.
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Cover of SCP-7069-EPUB
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Description: SCP-7069 is a zip archive that contains two files: SCP-7069-AO3 and SCP-7069-EPUB.
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SCP-7069-AO3 is an .html file that, when opened, contains an interface resembling a limited version of the "Publish" interface of the internet fiction website "Archive Of Our Own" (AO3).
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The interface differs from the AO3 publish interface in that the "Fandoms" field is locked to "Real Person Fiction" and cannot be altered, the "No Archive Warnings Apply" checkbox in the "Archive Warnings" section is checked and cannot be unchecked, there will always be an entry in the "Relationships" field in the form of Y/Reader, where Y is the user of SCP-7069-AO3's name, and only the Tags and Prefaces subsections are included. Users are not able to specify work associations, work privacy, or the content of the work.
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SCP-7069-EPUB is an .epub file that, when not prompted by use of SCP-7069-AO3, contains two pages: a cover page with the title "VK Presents: Reader x You: A Choose Your Own Adventure Story," and a back page with the following description:
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Brought to you by VKTM Fan Spotlight:
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Ever hear of Swan Theory? Don't believe it? Want to meet the secret puppet masters (Swan Entities 🦢) supposedly pulling the strings of all reality? Well wonder no more: Vikander-Kneed Technical Media is proud to present a way to become intimately acquainted with the nerds who dreamed you into being.
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Meet your makers. Dethrone your false gods or know them biblically.
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Warning: Higher narrative entities reading this may experience utterly unpredictable events.
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An individual may use SCP-7069 by filling out SCP-7069-AO3. They have the full freedom to fill out the remaining fields i.e., "Characters", "Categories", and "Additional Tags". The "Characters" field will autopopulate with people the user knows; the "Additional Tags" field accesses AO3's tag database, though it also accepts freeform entries. The user may specify a title and a summary for the story to be entered.
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When the user clicks the "Publish" button, SCP-7069-EPUB will enter an inaccessible state for an observed period of 10 to 30 minutes. After this generation period is over, the file will contain a story adhering to the parameters of what the user entered, using the user's entered summary as a prompt. The cover of SCP-7069 will change to reflect the contents of the story, though with significant artistic license. The user of SCP-7069-AO3 will experience the events described within SCP-7069-EPUB within 1 week, on average.
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Testing:
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After extensive deliberation, the Ethics Committee permitted limited testing of SCP-7069 under the stipulations that:
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The narratives prompted must be constrained and small scale i.e., must be "slice of life."
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The narratives prompted must not contravene consensus normalcy i.e., no "alternate universe" scenarios such as Broken Masquerade
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The narratives must explicitly guarantee the informed consent of experimental participants.
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Test 1:
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Dr. Lillian Lillihammer volunteered for testing SCP-7069 due to her experience with VKTM anomalies as well as her memetics resistance. The parameters selected were chosen to minimize individual risk.
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SCP-7069 Test 1 Parameters
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Rating: General Audiences
+Relationships: Lillian Lillihammer/Reader
+Characters: Lillian Lillihammer, Original Female Character
+Categories: Gen
+Tags: Slice of Life, Coffee Shops, Crush at First Sight, Pining, Fluff and Angst, Meet-Cute, Flustered Reader, Useless Lesbians
+Title: A Chance Encounter
+Summary: While running errands in nearby Grand Bend, Dr Lillian Lillihammer meets someone new. Who is this mysterious stranger, and how do you know so much about her?
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Researcher notes: My goal with these "tags" — I don't know how fanfiction works because I have a satisfying life — is to "meet" a "Swan Entity" [sic] that's so instantly dumbstruck by "meeting" me that I'll be in absolutely no danger. I did some preliminary research — acknowledgements to Dr. Blank — and apparently the term "Fluff" means stories with no violence. I wanted to make the "Swan Entity" [sic] as useless as possible, and the "tag name" in the interface was specifically "Useless Lesbians."
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Yes, I know it looks vain to assume I can manifest someone who's maddeningly in love with me. No, I don't think it's misplaced.
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I wonder if this is what using a dating app is like.
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SCP-7069-EPUB generated the following text:
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You're sitting in a cute little coffee shop in Grand Bend. There's Canadian things on the walls, like maple leaf paintings and moose heads. You're drinking a large coffee with milk and sugar just the way you like it.
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The bell on the door chimes as someone comes in, and you look up. Your breath stops in your throat. Before you is the most beautiful woman you've ever seen. You think you know her, but you dare not assume.
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She's tall and slim, and her glossy silver hair goes down to her waist. She goes to the counter and orders, every step she takes like the steps of a dance. You only catch traces of what she's saying, but her voice is like music and it makes you feel warm from your head to your toes. She takes out her card to pay when disaster strikes!
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"Oh, uh, sorry," you hear the barista say. "Cash only today. Our card reader is broken."
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Though she looks like a goddess, she starts cursing like a sailor. It's almost shocking to see such an angel saying such powerful, forceful words. But this is your chance.
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You surge to your feet, sweeping towards the counter, money in hand.
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"I can cover her!" you shout, ready to lay down your life for the goddess walking the earth. You throw the cash on the counter.
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She gazes at you with contempt in the resplendent sapphire orbs of her eyes. "I could have covered that," she says.
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You twist your hair around your finger as the goddess affixes you with her utter disdain. You're so nervous you can barely speak. You ask her to have coffee with you.
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She seems ripe to refuse, but then something about you catches her eye. She brushes your hair out of your face, cupping your cheek as her sapphire orbs dart all over your face. Her disdain gives way to something else, something you can't identify but that excites you.
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Your heart is beating so fast you can barely breathe. When the barista finishes her coffee, she puts her arm around you and walks you back to your table.
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You don't know what she's thinking, but she's staring you down like a tiger staring down a mouse. "Is this… all you want?
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"I'm y/n," you say. "And I just… I just wanted to talk to you."
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The tension in her shoulders releases a little, though she's still wary. "I'm Lillian," she says. "Why?"
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Mysterious Dr. Lillian Lillihammer, memetics prodigy of the even more mysterious SCP Foundation. How can you possibly tell her what you feel? Love at first sight. Love at first glance, even. But would she understand, or would she find it strange? She's the perfect woman and she's sitting across the table from you and by some miracle she's talking to you and curious yet still on guard and what can you possibly say—
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"You're beautiful," is all you manage, "and fierce and a really creative curser."
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The corners of her lips pull up ever so slightly and she places her hands on the table. "You think that last one's a good thing, y/n?"
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And you didn't even manage to talk about how assertive she was or how smart she was or how she was really funny too and so many hundred other things you wish you could tell her —
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You reach out and put your hands in hers.
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Dr. Lillian Lillihammer
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I'd like to formally state that my actual statements weren't so insipid. Otherwise, the events played out as written. SCP-7069 provides a reflection or representation, not a literal transcript.
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I'd taken out more than enough cash to cover it, but I left my purse back at 43 and I didn't realize until I'd stepped in. I tried to keep my temper, but the weather was absolutely terrible, and I had a lapse of control. I stayed on my guard and tried to look for opportunities to minimize uncomfortable contact while gathering maximum information. Following the storyline in SCP-7069 was the best way to do that at every turn.
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Anomalous Entity Profile:
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Human/humanoid.
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Subjectively attractive (see below)
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Symmetrical face? Unclear.
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Possesses hair, two eyes, human skin. Coloration unknown.
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Entity possesses name, which cannot be recalled in full. May be adaptive?
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I remember saying her/it's name for certain, even outside of the generated narrative. Am no longer able to do so.
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Comparable entry: SCP-5851, predator that operates through second-person narratives.
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It was like sitting across from a sad puppy that I knew ahead of time had uncomfortably flattering views of me. I was staring her down, but almost all of that was out of curiosity. She was fascinating.
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As soon as the events described in the anomaly ended, I pulled my hands away. I told her that while I was very flattered by how she accepted my fiercer tendencies, I barely knew her. I thanked her for paying for the coffee. And yes, I was polite. There was no good reason to poke the bear.
At no point did I feel like I was acting against my will. I was annoyed that everything was going wrong for me, but I was free to leave at any time.
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Transcript: Working Meeting
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Due to the metanarrative nature of SCP-7069, Dr. Lillihammer involved a subject matter expert, Dr. Placeholder McDoctorate, Pataphysicist.
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Working Meeting 7/3/2024
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McDoctorate: I don't like this.
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Lillihammer: Do tell.
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McDoctorate: I've been studying Swann Entities — and no, I don't know why VKTM is only using one N — my whole life, yet they're inscrutable. We don't know if their brains even work like ours.
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Lillihammer groans.
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Lillihammer: This bullshit again? I'm real, Place. Not some figment of the imagination. And she — it — was there. Right in front of me.
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McDoctorate: I'm not saying you're not real or I'm not real, but our world is not real to them. They're reality warpers on steroids. There's no precedent for what an actual incarnation of a Swann entity would do to our reality. There's honestly no limit to their power, or any limit to their… depravity. There's no knowing what they might do to you, Lily.
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Lillihammer: …You're jealous.
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McDoctorate: You're free to believe that. But this is what I've spent my life studying.
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Lillihammer: You are.
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McDoctorate: I'm worried about you. These Swann Entities, you can't ever tell what they're really thinking, what they might be doing to our lives, the mechanism of action… I know you don't want to hear this.
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Lillihammer: I don't. Whatever was between us is in the past.
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Lillihammer: It's my life. I'm in control. I'm the one who's writing the damn fanfiction summaries. Look me in the eye, Place, and tell me that you think that I'm a sucker for a pretty face. You're telling me that after all this time you think I can't handle myself?
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McDoctorate: I know you. And these tags you chose? They look like you're looking for a fling. A chance to study some of the most mysterious entities in the universe, and you're using them for a rebound? Did I ruin regular humans for you?
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Lillihammer: Don't flatter yourself. Nobody makes me do anything I don't want to. I can handle myself.
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McDoctorate: I know that. Do they?
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Dr. Lillihammer affirmed her willingness to conduct more thorough tests on SCP-7069 with the goals of investigating the fidelity of VKTM-generated Swann Entities with regards to baseline reality and confirmed that the parameters she had chosen had sufficiently minimized risk to her person.
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Dr. Lillian Lillihammer affirmed that she was not experiencing adverse psychological effects from SCP-7069 use. The parameters selected were chosen to attempt continuity between SCP-7069 reader insert entities.
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Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
+Characters: Lillian Lillihammer, Original Female Character
+Categories: F/F
+Tags: Slice of Life, Fluff and Angst, Spring Fling, First Kiss, Misunderstandings, Conflict Resolution, Requited Unrequited Love
+Title: A Twist of Fate
+Summary: Dr. Lillian Lillihammer runs into a mysterious stranger again while doing field studies in Grand Bend. But what does this mysterious stranger want from her?
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I don't believe it would be wise to pause the current course of testing at this time.
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You're sitting on a park bench admiring the sights, sounds, and smells of Spring.
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Then you feel something change in the air. The birds are trilling songs of love, the wind carries the scent of wildflowers towards you, and the world feels magical as a shadow falls upon you.
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"You again," says Dr. Lillian Lillihammer. "I've been thinking about you."
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Your heart starts jittering and you feel the blood rush to your face. Beautiful, wonderful Lillian, was thinking about you?
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"I looked you up," she says. "No date of birth, no history, nothing. Ran your face through a database. Also nothing."
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The blood pumping through your head quiets down. Of course she was curious about you. Of course she'd done lookups. She was a scientist, after all. The chance that she felt the same way about you the way you felt about her was very slim. You (probably) didn't have even a single doctorate (yet).
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"So I'm curious," she says, dropping into the bench besides you. You draw a quick breath as her arm brushes your back, which turn into palpitations as she grasps your shoulder. "Why me?"
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It's just so forward. So very like her. Striking straight at the heart.
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"Why not you?" you ask nervously. "I mean, have you seen yourself?"
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"I have," she says. "I've also lived with myself for decades. I remember all of my fuck-ups, and if I'm right, you've read all the interesting ones."
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"I didn't think you liked talking about your fuck-ups," you say. You picked this up from reading Chapter 8: Mind Over Matter of Bury The Survivors.
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"I don't," she says, narrowing her eyes, "when I have to relive them. But you already know all about them. And yet you still have this crush on me anyways."
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"I just… love you so much," you say. You've said it before, but only to the idea of her, the dream of her — not the real thing. "You're strong and smart and pretty. You've been through so much and always come out the other side. You're really clever — you can think your way in and out of any situation. You're everything to me."
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She's staring you down with those feline eyes of hers. "You do know everything, don’t you."
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You’ve pored over every detail of her life. Every fuck-up only makes her more admirable and more human. Every triumph, more glorious.
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"It's weird," she says. Her eyes narrow, staring you down, unblinking. Your heart drops. "Thinking that I'm someone's manic pixie dream girl fantasy. I feel real."
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"You are real," you say. How can you dig yourself out of this hole, convince her that your love is beyond the superficial? "You're real to me. You're real in every way that matters."
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"Every way?" she says, her eyes not leaving yours for a single second. You can't read her.
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"Now tell me about yourself, y/n."
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Despite the lack of identifying biographical information, the Swann entity was in my assessment indistinguishable from a regular human in other sensory experiences.
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When I was with her, I didn’t notice her… indescribability. There are a lot of adjectives you can use to describe romantic partners: intoxicating. Radiant. Beautiful.
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My expertise is in memetics. I perceive memetic influences, and there was nothing artificial in that last statement. I genuinely do find her very attractive, even if there's no paper trail of her existence. I’m much more susceptible to flattery than I thought.
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I remember having a conversation with her. I remember speaking with her about one of your interests, and I was impressed by her quick recall and the level of depth she had embraced in that field. I know for certain there's a memetic effect present in that sentence I just wrote, but it operates on a level that I need more time to understand. I have to admit it's a clever trick — keeping me invested enough to seek another meeting.
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I've spent some time reading comparable works of fanfiction with the assistance of Dr. Harold Blank. Usually — usually — they're quick affairs. Excuses to make characters copulate. Those who know me might think I've precipitously lowered my standards, in considering someone who, most likely, lacks my superadvanced and varied expertise-set.
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I am reasonably sure that I risk no major commitment, reasonably sure I am in no risk of physical, mental, or spiritual harm, and reasonably sure she's more nervous than I am. I've been thinking about Dr. McDoctorate's suggestions, and he's right. Swann entities are unpredictable, and we need to take all the measures we can.
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External Communication: Vikander-Kneed Technical Media
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Subject to RAISA Data Preservation Measures: External Hostile GoI Communications
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To : Marian McPhaerson, Vikander-Kneed Public Outreach
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Subject: Requesting Technical Support: VK Presents: Reader x You: A Choose Your Own Adventure Story
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Hi Mari,
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I'm going to keep this quick because I don't expect you to give me anything remotely close to a straight answer.
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We've run every output of "Reader x You" through every memetic hazard scan we have. It's showing up nothing, of course, but then again you'd know how to make it do that, wouldn't you? I'm also not going to pretend you slipped some mind-whammy past my filters.
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Just explain to me why the hell you made this, why you sent it to us, and why and how it works.
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Is she real?
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Insincerely,
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To: Lillian Lillihammer, PhD, Site-43
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Subject: Re: Requesting Technical Support: VK Presents: Reader x You: A Choose Your Own Adventure Story
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Hi Dr. Lillihammer — may I call you Lily?
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I'm afraid Mari is currently out of office with Platypus Flu. I'll be filling in for her, I'm her intern Macy May Shepard.
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Here at Vikander-Kneed, we treasure and celebrate the power of stories to enrich and uplift our lives. The stories we tell ourselves about our lives, the stories other people tell about us, the stories we use to justify our actions. As an intern at VKTM, I have relished in this opportunity to investigate the synergistic interface between enriching prior work and expanding on alternate narratives. To this end, [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED]
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Am I Mari's intern, or is Mari mine? Who is holding whose strings?
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I hope that answers your questions!
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With much love,
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VKTM was as helpful as ever. I'm making the executive decision to take care of this cleanly. I got her number, and though it's all scribbles I can still reach her. We’re going to meet at the coffee shop again.
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+Characters: Lillian Lillihammer, Original Female Character
+Categories: F/F
+Tags: REDACTED FOR PERSONNEL PRIVACY
+Title: The title of the piece was left blank by operational error; SCP-7069 autogenerated a title
+Summary: Your relationship with Dr. Lillihammer goes to the next level. This is everything you've ever dreamed of — but are you ready for it?
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You’re at the coffee shop where the two of you first met, two cups of coffee in your hands. Beautiful, radiant Lillian sweeps in through the door and flashes you a smile.
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You blush.
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"Hi," you manage to exhale.
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She sits across from you and doesn’t waste any time leaning in for a kiss. It’s long and sensual and she knows what she’s doing. You blush.
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"What was that for?"
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"Maybe I was just curious," she says mischievously. Then her eyes harden. "Y/n, I need to ask you something."
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You swallow. Somehow, you don’t think this will be the most pleasant question.
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"Are you really okay with this?" she says.
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"Me? Okay with this? Of course I am!" you say. You know Dr. Lillian Lillihammer is fiery, bold, and quick to deem people unworthy of her time. You are overjoyed she seems to find you as fascinating as you find her.
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"You know everything about me," Lillian says. "It’s odd. I can see you right in front of me, but the details — they slip right out of my mind. Nothing does that anymore."
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"Your eidetic memory," you exhale.
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"I never told you about that, either," Lillian says. "And I know so very little about you."
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You twirl your hair around your finger. "I’d love to give you the chance to know me better," you say. She's asked you a few basic questions and seemed impressed by how much you knew, but there's so much more you can share with each other.
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"About that," she says. "I find myself caring about you, y/n, even though I know it’s weird that I do. I’d like to formally ask your consent to participate in a few basic experiments."
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"Did McDoctorate design these? He’s the pataphysics guy, right?"
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"You’re not even trying not to look like a stalker now, are you?"
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"You’d see right through me," you say. Maybe you’re overestimating her, but you doubt it. "You're so much smarter than anyone else I know. "
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"I would and I am," she says, smirking. "But—"
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"I absolutely consent," you say. "I trust you, Lily. You know I know you. Anything you want to do. Anything at all."
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"Anything at all?" She looks at you. "I am curious."
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Your heart swells. You feel warm everywhere, from your head to your heart to your belly to your toes and everywhere in between. She looks at you, a feline gleam in her eyes. Your mouth slowly hangs open, and she seductively licks her lips.
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"Do you want to go back to my place," you say breathlessly.
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"Let's," she says. "Easier than mine. Don’t ask why."
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"So mysterious," you exhale, before giggling. "Security clearances?"
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"Wait," she says, pulling back from the kiss, her messy silver hair falling over your face. "Do I need protection?"
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"Of course not," you say. "This isn't a fem!preg story."
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"A what story?" she snaps. But her harshness quickly softens to a smirk. "I— you know what, I can guess. What about. Infections…"
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"Probably not, Lils," you say. "You're here, but me, I'm here, but I'm also there, and do you really want to worry about this now—"
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"Not like that," she snaps at you as she grabs your hand. You stare her down, and she stares right back at you. She adjusts her hand ever so slightly. "There."
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She applies pressure to your jaw. It smells like sweat and musk, yet it's everything you've ever wanted. She leans forward, putting more pressure on you that feels comfortable. Almost too much.
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She exhales, staring right up at the ceiling. "That was… quite something."
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"Was I better than Eileen?"
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She snorts. "That’s your idea of pillow talk? Not something about (your interests here)?"
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She’s smirking as she says it, and she’s utterly radiant in the afterglow. She’s perfect.
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She always will be.
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"What’s bothering you?" she says.
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"You mean so much to me," you say. "You really, really do. You know that, right?"
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Her blue eyes are so gentle as they stare into your own. "Y/n," she says gently. "Y/n."
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"I just… I…" you say, as you snuggle up against her, pushing into the nape of her neck. "I’m just not sure I can see you again. Not like this. Not this way."
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She strokes your face. "Because you’re from somewhere up there," she says. "Somewhere all the Swann Entities have to live and breathe and do their normal boring lives, instead of descending down here with the little people."
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"You’re not a little person!" you say. "I don’t think you’ll believe me. How can you? You’re everything to me."
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"And we can be here, in our own little world," she says, propping herself up by the arm to look at you. "But not forever."
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"No," you say. "Not forever. We're from different worlds."
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The two of you pull each other tightly together. There’s an unspoken warmth between you, and you clutch on to each other like you might never again.
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"I used to dream of being just like you," you say in a whisper after a few minutes. "When I read about you, I saw… someone perfect. Someone who could do anything and conquer anything."
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"I definitely conquered you," she murmurs, her breath brushing the crown of your head.
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"In more ways than one," you say, kissing her collarbone. "I saw you as someone who made life worth living. And meeting you here, in the flesh… it’s more than I could ever have asked for."
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"I’ve loved getting to know you," she says. "And I'm flattered that you think so much of me. I think I'm perfect, but it's always nice to meet someone else who feels the same way."
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Tears come to your eyes. "We can’t do this forever, Lil. I’m not even sure — I’m not even sure we’ll ever see each other again. You’ve done all the research on me you can, and… this is the last entry in the series."
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She pulls herself up again, her fugue broken. "In the series," she says. "To you, I'm just words on a page."
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"I'm reading about us," you say. "And this is the last chapter. I’ll never forget you. Even if I have to keep rereading this story, over and over again."
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She grabs you by the shoulders and stares you in your eyes. "I'm real, and what we've been sharing with each other is real," she says.
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"I know!" you say. "You mean so much to me. You really do! But… that's all this is. Words on a page. I don't want to leave you, but this is where the story of our love ends…"
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"But you," she says, "You can come back to this story whenever you want. You can relive it, the same way you read it the first time, every time. And to you I'll always be here, and I'll always be the hot mess who didn't realize who I really was, and I'll always be whoever I become in the future. To you I'll never age. I'll never die. And whenever you need me, I'll be here — and even if it's left unsaid, you'll always be able to imagine that I'm thinking of you."
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You blink the tears away and give her a watery smile. "You make it sound like you're more real than I am."
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That gets a chuckle from her, but she remains morose. She wraps her arms around you and pulls you into a tight embrace.
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She caresses your face. "I’ll never forget you either, y/n," she says. "And just because your fanfiction ends, doesn’t mean our story does. I'll be with you forever. "
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She pulls you into a kiss.
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And the night goes on.
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Dr. Lillian Lillihammer
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I have no further comments on the events of the previous log.
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I think the extent of my interaction with SCP-7069 has run its course. I've learned what I could, and I gave us both something we rarely see in this line of work — a happy ending.
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My official recommendation is that we conduct further testing. In retrospect, I was a bad candidate to test the ability of this anomaly to generate implausible situations. There's a lot to like about me, and I completely believe that if Swann entities are watching every moment of our lives, one could fall in love with me.
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I suggest testing this on someone nobody could possibly emphathize with, someone who desperately wants their life to be better than it is, someone who would absolutely jump at the opportunity for a way out. Someone who is so ridiculously whiny and entitled that only someone seriously fucked up could love them.
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We'll see how far the rabbit hole goes.
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Dr. William Wettle was provided access to SCP-7069 and permitted to believe this was unauthorized. Dr. Wettle selected "Gen" and entered no additional characters or tags. He entered the summary "The fucking authors stop fucking over my fucking life."
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SCP-7069 has since remained unresponsive to additional user input.
I'd like to dedicate this to my friends Margie and Dune.
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Humans are more than flesh and blood. We are creatures of story. We use stories to give meaning and direction to our lives. The worst of us tell ourselves stories and pretend that these stories are fact or truth.
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Once, I introduced a group of my friends to Riverdale, one of the worst shows on modern television. When I spoke to them later, they told me that the character of Jughead Jones had inspired them to pursue a Masters degree. If a hot mess like Jughead could get a Masters, then so could they.
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I think there is genuinely something beautiful about people who embrace stories. I saw someone once say that "cosplay is the purest expression of fandom." I disagree. Here in the SCP Wiki we are become creation itself.
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Despite how silly it may seem, stories matter. It doesn't matter if these things are real or if they actually happened in our world — the emotions they elicit are real to us all the same. Catharsis.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7093 is to be contained within a standard suite for humanoids at Site-17. The subject is allowed access to 2 hours a day of walking time outside the cell for leisure (accompanied by a trusted psychologist) and may be visited by any Class C or higher personnel.
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Description: SCP-7093 is a 17 year old human female with an amputated left arm, weighing 42kg at a height of 151cm. Despite the subject's amputated arm, SCP-7093 is able to manipulate objects as if it was still there through a form of psychokinesis. When pressed on how it is able to do this, SCP-7093 insists on the existence of its arm, and enters a nervous breakdown when the opposite is shown to be true (such as when an object passes through the empty space where the subject's arm would otherwise be). SCP-7093 has been observed successfully doing mundane tasks with its nonexistent left arm, such as opening doors or eating food, but the subject appears to be unable to utilise psychic abilities to interact with anything that its arm would be unable to. Attempts to get SCP-7093 to influence objects further away than 60cm1 have resulted in failure, and the force able to be applied by the subject's powers was measured at 105N when pushing a lever, a typical amount of force for a human.
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SCP-7093 was first encountered after a terrorist attack in Nagoya, Japan on 09/08/2004 while walking to school, at which the subject was hit by shrapnel from an explosion and suffered significant damage on the left side of its body. While unconscious due to the blast, medical professionals on the scene removed SCP-7093's arm: after regaining consciousness on 18/08/2004, the subject began displaying anomalous properties and was taken by the Foundation to Site-79 in Tokushima before relocation to Site-17.2
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SCP-7093's discovery and manifestation of anomalous characteristics occurred at the same time as an incident of SCP-6081 was occurring at the Shikinomichi path, 95m from the field hospital where the subject's arm was removed. It has been theorised the cherry blossoms' effect on human memory may have influenced SCP-7093's development, but the method in which it would have done so, or why no other examples similar to SCP-7093 have been found, is unknown.
+Addendum 7093-01:19/09/2004 - SCP-7093 arrived in Site-17 in a disoriented state, with physical effects of its injuries still present. Recommended to talk with the subject soon and assess anomalous qualities in order to establish proper containment procedures. Researcher Maeda has been appointed to this entity.
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<Saturday, 04:53, 20/09/2004>
+Note: 6 minutes after SCP-7093's arrival at Site-17.
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[SCP-7093 is escorted by several members of Containment Team Anadatus-81-F to an interrogation room. Legcuffs bind its feet together, limiting its movement to small steps. As it enters, the large steel door seals shut behind it.]
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Researcher Maeda: Good morning. Please state your name and date of birth. Please do not resist.
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SCP-7093: Let me go, I can't-
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Researcher Maeda: Please sedate it.
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[A member of the Containment Team quickly applies a chemical to SCP-7093's neck region via injection.]
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Researcher Maeda: State your name and date of birth. Do not resist.
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SCP-7093: My name… is Toyotama Mikazuki. I'm 17. Born on the 5th of November, 1987.
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Researcher Maeda: Are you aware of why you're here?
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SCP-7093: What? I don't even know where I am, so-
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Researcher Maeda: Are you a danger to yourself or to society?
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SCP-7093: A danger to myself or to society? No… what? I'm a normal girl, maybe a little rebellious but that's what all kids do, right? So please just let me go, my parents must be so worri-
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Researcher Maeda: Who are your parents?
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[The subject displays significantly increasing nervousness.]
+SCP-7093: Can someone please tell me what's going on? My parents? Nao and Ryusuke Mikazuki, now can I go? I don't understand, everything happened so fast, the explosion and now-
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Researcher Maeda: You will remain in this facility for the foreseeable future. Are you going to resist our attempts to contain you?
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[SCP-7093starts shaking, looking at the Containment Team's firearms.]
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SCP-7093: I-I-I don't think I have much of a choice… just please don't kill me. Please.
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Researcher Maeda: Bring the subject to its quarters, and get it up to speed. Send one of the Junior Researchers to do that.
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[Maeda says something into her earpiece, and the door opens. SCP-7093 sobs as she is escorted out of the room.]
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[Researcher Maeda sighs, and looks up to the ceiling.]
I took it upon myself to have a chat with the subject and assess its anomalous qualities, as ordered by the higher-ups. Transcript translated from Japanese, but the original is available, just send me an email if you want it. - Researcher Maeda.
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<Saturday, 09:12, 20/09/2004>
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[SCP-7093 and Researcher Maeda are sitting down in the former's room. Researcher Maeda is accompanied by two armed guards.]
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Researcher Maeda: Hello. How are you feeling?
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SCP-7093: Hello. I suppose I'm alright.
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Researcher Maeda: I'm glad. I know what's happened in the past few days has been… disorienting, to say the least. I just wanted to check up with you and make sure you're alright.
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[Subject was silent for 62 seconds.]
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SCP-7093: It's strange. It's like my world has broken into pieces, and I'm not sure if I can get them back together. This story about a world-spanning, all powerful, top secret Foundation… it's almost too much to believe. I wouldn't, if I wasn't sitting in a room provided by you guys.
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[SCP-7093 sighs.]
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SCP-7093: And the worst of it is that I don't know why I'm here.
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Researcher Maeda: You displayed anomalous characteristics. Manipulating objects with your mind, it seems. Psychokinesis.
[Researcher Maeda and SCP-7093 are seated in the same positions as before. Researcher Maeda has a brown leather satchel in her lap.]
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Researcher Maeda: Good afternoon. How was your lunch?
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SCP-7093: Fine. I'm still a little stunned, from everything.
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Researcher Maeda: I see. How are you feeling? I'm here to run a few more basic tests on you, so we can try and understand more about how your…left arm works. Please place your arm on the table.
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SCP-7093:Shichiten hakki.3 My arm works like yours does. But fine. [SCP-7093 appears to comply, shifting her weight to the table, resting on her nonexistent arm.]
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[Researcher Maeda pulls out a folding knife from her satchel.]
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SCP-7093: Oh, God. What are you going to do to me?
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Researcher Maeda: Do you feel fear when I do this?
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[Researcher Maeda approaches the area where SCP-7093's arm would be with the knife, and prepares to strike.]
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[SCP-7093 flinches, turning her body away and falling back.]
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Researcher Maeda: Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you.
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SCP-7093: My God. You were about to stab my arm, right? What do you mean, 'I'm not going to hurt you', huh?
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Researcher Maeda: I'm sorry. We need to collect more information on how your anomalous nature is manifesting itself.
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[Researcher Maeda slams the knife into the table, through SCP-7093's left arm.]
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[SCP-7093 screams for approximately 30 seconds, then falls off her chair and begins cradling her "wounded" arm. Researcher Maeda exits the room.]
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Comment:That felt awful, but I think I understand how SCP-7093's mind's working now. It's convinced that the arm exists, to the point that she's suffering from phantom pain: I'd assume its delusions are so strong that the subject can actually influence things with its mind. As far as the subject is concerned, there isn't any problem with its arm. - Researcher Maeda.
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Update: SCP-7093 recovered and appeared to have returned to a normal state by 14:19 on the same day, although repeatedly refused to converse with Researcher Maeda. When questioned, SCP-7093 held that its arm had been injured, but was recovering. Subject refused to use psychokinetic powers until roughly 07:00 the next day, claiming excessive strain on its arm would aggravate the injury.
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Addendum 7093-02:21/09/2004 - Two days after SCP-7093's arrival at Site-17, Researcher Maeda conducted several diagnostic assessments in order to analyse the subject's mental state. The subject shows no sign of delusions / hallucinations (except for unwavering belief in the existence of her left arm), but has significant symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder, including night terrors. Previous medical history obtained by the Foundation indicates that SCP-7093 suffers from haemophillia, but otherwise has no major disorders.
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Addendum 7093-03:26/09/2004 - Subject has requested access to previous possessions confiscated upon arrival at Site-74. A list of items is attached below.
A school backpack, containing the following:
+2 notebooks, containing notes for various school subjects;
+1 sketchbook mostly comprised of everyday scene drawings in pen;
+5 ballpoint pens, 2 red, 2 black, and 1 pink;
+19 loose sheets of paper;
+2 pencils (unsharpened);
+a rubber eraser;
+a Polaroid One600 instant camera, with 7 frames remaining;
+3 developed photographs of cherry blossoms, shown below;
+a Motorola RAZR V3 mobile phone.
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In addition, the subject, at the time of the explosion, was wearing:
+a pair of Mizuno Wave Cup football boots;
+a standard Japanese school uniform, belonging to ██████ Senior High School;
+a set of earphones.
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+This request has been denied, although I think there'd be no harm in giving it a few things once we've ascertained the risk of it. Definitely not the cell, the photos, or the old camera though: if we do give it more things, it'll have to be new. - Researcher Maeda
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Addendum 7093-04:01/10/2004 - Subject has expressed a desire to see its family. After denial of this request, SCP-7093 suffered symptoms of severe mental distress for 57 minutes. Guards are to be stationed observing the subject's room's surveillance cameras during the period 20:00-06:00 every day.
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Addendum 7093-05:03/10/2004 - A fMRI scan, MEG scan, and genetic diagnostic test have been conducted on SCP-7093 in order to obtain further information on the subject's brain function. No exam encountered significant differences compared to a healthy human brain.
+I talked a little more with SCP-7093 today. It seems to still be in a bad mood and unwilling to chat extensively, but hasn't opposed any of the exams we've ran on it, so I guess it's accepted its position here. - Researcher Maeda
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Addendum 7093-06:15/10/2004 - Subject has requested to know Researcher Maeda's name. In the interest of improving relations and understanding SCP-7093's motivations further, this request has been partially granted: the subject will be told Researcher Maeda's surname only.
+I'm not sure why it wants to know my name, but I don't really see any harm in it. Hopefully it helps SCP-7093 become a little bit more relaxed around me. - Researcher Maeda
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Addendum 7093-07:28/10/2004 I've talked a decent amount with SCP-7093 since the last addendum, and I think I understand it better now, as a person and as a subject. The transcripts of our conversations are copied below.
SCP-7093: Ugh. Good morning, Maeda-san. Don't call me that number. Call by my name, or whatever. Better than being classified like some sort of creature.
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Researcher Maeda: I'm well aware of your name and what you are. Toyotama Mikazuki, 17 years old, third year student at ██████ Senior High School in Nagoya. But that's all irrelevant: you have shown features that are unexplained by science, and so you have to stay here, and I have to call you by your designation. I apologise.
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SCP-7093: I'm not just a "designation".
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[SCP-7093 stays silent for 7 seconds.]
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SCP-7093: I'm just a girl whose wasting away in a secret base God knows where, for God knows how long, and I've been told for a month now that I have some magical ability and so I have to stay here forever? I can't fucking stand it! There's nothing different between me and any other person out there, any other person on Earth, and - look, I was meant to graduate in March, alright? I had things figured out, I thought my path was clear, fuck - now the future I thought I had is gone- I don't even have a future! I'm stuck here for the rest of my life? In this place?
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[SCP-7093 slams its hand onto the table. Researcher Maeda stands up.]
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Researcher Maeda: Calm down.
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SCP-7093: No.
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Researcher Maeda: Look. I understand how you feel, especially considering the odd properties you seem to have: that being the fact you can't perceive your anomalous qualities, despite very clearly being able to use them. Either way, that's not important. The Foundation isn't evil, and I, personally, do think you deserve better.
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SCP-7093: Like hell you do. Let me have my notebook back. And my camera, too. At least then I'll have something for myself. I'm not even going to bother asking to be set free.
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[Researcher Maeda sighs.]
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Researcher Maeda: I'll see what I can do. I don't want you to be miserable here. Just to be contained in accordance to our protocols.
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SCP-7093: Right.
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Researcher Maeda: Remember, I'm not your enemy. Neither is the Foundation.
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[Researcher Maeda starts to walk out of SCP-7093's room, but hesitates.]
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Researcher Maeda: Bye, Mikazuki-kun. Have a good day.
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SCP-7093: Bye.
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[Researcher Maeda exits.]
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Comments:I was able to get SCP-7093 a pencil and paper from my office for it to draw with: I don't think there's any downside and it'll make it feel better. No to the camera, though. Too many parts it could theoretically tinker with and make dangerous material with. - Researcher Maeda.
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Note from Administration:Please refrain from referring to the anomaly by its name.
Researcher Maeda: Good morning, Mikazuki-kun. How have you been?
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SCP-7093: Hey, Researcher Maeda. It's been alright.
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Researcher Maeda: Great to hear that. I hope the stuff I was able to get you was good enough for at least a little bit of drawing.
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SCP-7093: It's been a godsend. Just something to keep my mind occupied really helps me stand being in this place.
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Researcher Maeda: I can imagine.
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SCP-7093: Any news on if you'll be able to get me my camera back?
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Researcher Maeda: Unfortunately, I think the answer is no. There's just too many parts in the camera that could be disassembled and all that, and the Foundation doesn't want you having access to something like that. I hope you understand.
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SCP-7093: I guess I do, but I'm not a criminal or anything, I don't think they've got anything to fear from me having a camera. Just to take some snapshots of the outside.
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Researcher Maeda: Not my choice, sadly.
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SCP-7093: Yeah, I know.
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[SCP-7093 falls silent.]
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SCP-7093: Thanks for getting those things for me, though. I didn't believe it when you told me you don't want me to be miserable, but I think I get it now. You don't want to do this, right?
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Researcher Maeda: What do you mean? The work I do with the Foundation is my life.
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SCP-7093: Sure, but keeping me here. You understand how I feel, right? That's why you got those things for me. And why you keep being so nice: now that I've talked to you a bit more, I can feel it.
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Researcher Maeda: I guess I do.
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SCP-7093: So, what's the reason behind it? There must be some special reason as to why you're helping me, right? Because I'd think all the people in this place would have already become accustomed to annoying "anomalies" like me. I doubt you're just doing this out of the kindness of your heart.
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Researcher Maeda: You don't know me at all.
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+Addendum 7093-08:06/11/2004 - The following letter was found in SCP-7093's spare set of clothes during a routine cleaning and inspection of its quarters.
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Happy birthday, Mikazuki-kun. Eighteen, are you? What an important age. If you were back home, I'm sure your friends and family would've done a big party for you. But they haven't, because we've kept you here for months and pumped your friends full of lies and drugs, so they think you died when the bombs went off. I'm sorry.
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I don't think I've told you this yet, but I had a daughter around your age. She's a second-year; her name is Ayane. I think you two'd get along well. She was the leader of the student council at her school, and I was so proud. I was a neglectful mother, and I admit it, with my Foundation work and all. My biggest regret is not spending more time with her.
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She died on Children's Day:4 what awful timing, huh? I was obviously devastated, to the point that I considered some awful things. The Foundation gave me some time off. A few months after that, you arrived. I think you remind me of her, somehow.
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Happy birthday, Toyo-tan. Keep being strong.
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- (Researcher) Seiko Maeda
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+Note from Administration: Researcher Maeda has been taken into a 6-day re-education program due to improper conduct involving communication with anomalous entities, improper use of SCP Foundation documentation, and dissemination of classified information.
+Please refrain from personal engagement with anomalous entities in the future. You have been warned. - Dr. Arsen Pavlović.
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To: Dr. Arsen Pavlović (ten.pics|civolvapa#ten.pics|civolvapa)
+From: Researcher Seiko Maeda (ten.pics|adeams#ten.pics|adeams)
+Subject: We need to talk about SCP-7093
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Date: 13/11/2004
+Look, Pav, I can't believe we're actually doing this to her. God, not only her. How many humanoids with consciousness are there in Site-17? Hundreds? Thousands, even? What about across all sites? We're running an industrialised prison system. A torture mission that never ends. I know some of them need to be contained, for sure (I'm not saying we should set SCP-336 free), but my God, I bet a large portion of them have to be similar to her: normal people that have anomalous characteristics that are mostly benign. And we've ruined their lives. It's not like SCP-7093 is SCP-096, or some monster that'll bring forth a K-class scenario. She's just a girl. There must be something we can do.
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To: Researcher Seiko Maeda (ten.pics|adeams#ten.pics|adeams)
+From: Dr. Arsen Pavlović (ten.pics|civolvapa#ten.pics|civolvapa)
+Subject: Re:SCP-7093
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No. Stop treating it as a person, Seiko. I've worked with you for 12 years. You're better than this.
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Note from Administration: 23/11/2004 - Researcher Maeda has been restrained after repeated violations of Foundation policies regarding anomalous entities. It is theorised she may have wished to allow SCP-7093 to escape Site-17, although no evidence or confession of such has yet been found. Researcher Maeda has been stripped of Researcher status and Level 3 Clearance: awaiting judgement on suitable consequences.
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Subject is to be administered with Class A and F ("Fugue") amnestics and expelled from the Foundation. New memories and personality are up to Amnestic Officer ███████'s discretion.
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Note: This goes to show the issues with our current system. These entities are allowed too much time with our researchers, and they can tug at heartstrings until they get what they want. Procedures will have to be adapted in the future.
+- Dr. Arsen Pavlović
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7163 is kept on a pedestal and is housed in the Applied Occultism Section. Due to its extreme durability and ability to withstand almost any form of damage, SCP-7163 does not need to be maintained regularly. Whenever its anomalous effects occur, affected personnel must inform the head of Applied Occultism of the exact advice given by SCP-7163. Currently, SCP-7163 is under the supervision of Dougall Deering Udo Okorie.
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Description: SCP-7163 is a frog sculpture constructed of sand. The frog is depicted sitting on a rock, and its forelegs are crossed. The sculpture is remarkably resistant to nearly all forms of damage, including extreme environmental conditions. SCP-7163 can be preserved for an exceedingly prolonged period of time, potentially indefinitely. Carved into the back of the sculpture is the English sentence “I Will Be Here Whenever You Need Me The Most.”
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On a random day every year, SCP-7163 will telepathically speak to a member of Site-43’s staff, and beckon them to visit it. SCP-7163 usually selects staff that are undergoing a situation that is affecting their mental health considerably. Once that member of staff reaches SCP-7163, the anomaly will begin telepathically giving advice to that member of staff that would help solve that staff member’s current situation, and improve their current well-being. When followed, the advice given is very beneficial to help solve these issues, and personnel have reported that their general mental well-being improved significantly after conversing with SCP-7163.
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Research is ongoing in order to determine the creator of SCP-7163, and the exact mechanics behind SCP-7163’s telepathy and its advice.
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Addendum 7163.1: Phenomenological Overview
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SCP-7163 was discovered on 1999/03/14 at North Grand Bend Beach when an MTF spotted the anomaly as they were pursuing a loup-garou1 that had escaped containment. The loup-garou that they were pursuing attempted to run through the sculpture, however, the sculpture was not broken through, and the creature was impeded long enough for the MTF to recapture it. SCP-7163 was subsequently taken to Site-43.
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Three months after its discovery, its primary anomalous capabilities were uncovered when Junior Researcher Ezekiel Hargreaves reported hearing a voice in their head directing them towards the location of the anomaly. After following this voice, it revealed itself to be the sculpture, and it began to give advice to Ezekiel and consoled them about their current familial issues, including the recent passing of a close family member. Ezekiel reluctantly decided to follow its advice, later reporting feeling much better mentally, and that they are slowly beginning to resolve their relationship with their family.
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On 2000/10/03, SCP-7163 contacted janitor Martin Whittle, who was suffering from depression at the time. Once Martin finished his conversation with SCP-7163, he decided to go talk to a therapist about his mental health, and was given anti-depressants and ways to help cope with his depression. Martin later confirmed that the advice that SCP-7163 had given helped him make that decision to visit his therapist, and that his depression became much more manageable to deal with. SCP-7163 then went inactive for the second time, and did not become active again until 2001/05/17, when it contacted Junior Researcher Parker Genrikh, who had anxiety troubles after first arriving at Site-43. SCP-7163 then gave Parker advice that would help him stay calm in stressful situations.
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The head of Applied Occultism, Dougall Deering, saw this pattern of activity and began to take interest in the anomaly, and commenced research on the anomaly to determine its origin and the exact mechanics of its telepathy. Initial inquiry into the anomaly revealed that the sand used to construct the sculpture dated back to 4000 BCE. The sculpture also emits faint traces of Akiva radiation, suggesting religious association. However, SCP-7163 does not correspond with any other artifact of known deities.
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Addendum 7163.2: Further Inquiry into SCP-7163
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On 2001/11/25, Dougall Deering resumed his research after a hiatus focusing on higher priority projects. For this research, he brought in Researcher Udo Okorie, whose thaumaturgic Talent allows her to manipulate granules of sand, and perform numerous tasks with these granules. Deering began to perform multiple experiments with Okorie to determine clues about SCP-7163, its properties, and its origins.
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Footage captures SCP-7163’s containment chamber. The sculpture is sitting on a pedestal in the center of the chamber.
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Deering and Okorie enter the chamber.
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Deering: Here we are.
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Deering steps closer to the sculpture, and makes his way next to the pedestal and turns around.
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Deering: Alright. So, Udo, today we are going to work on a project that I had to put off for a while, but now that we’re beginning to expand the capabilities of your Talent, I feel like we can finally make progress. And it’s all because of this.
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Dougall rests his shoulder around the sculpture and taps it on the side of its head.
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Okorie: A frog sculpture?
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Deering: Yes, but not just any sculpture. This anomaly right here has been quite the peculiarity for my team and I. On a random day two years ago, it spoke to one of our junior researchers directly in their head, and they were on the other side of the site at the time, mind you. It told them a lot of information about their relationship with their family, which only they knew about, and asked them to walk right into its chamber so that it could supposedly help them.
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Okorie: Did they go up to it?
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Deering: They did, yes. And I can see why they did. It would be terrifying to find out that something out there knows everything about you, even information that’s meant to be kept secret.
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Okorie: Like all the projects you keep up there?
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Okorie taps the side of her head.
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Deering: Most definitely. There are some projects of mine that I don’t want getting into the wrong hands. Especially the ones that matter. I can’t afford to lose those.
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Deering looks up at Okorie for a second, before looking back at the sculpture.
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Deering: But that’s not the point. Once the researcher entered this anomaly’s chamber, it began to start giving out advice to help this researcher deal with issues that they had with their family. They didn’t think this advice would be effective, I didn’t either when they told me about it, but they did eventually follow the advice, and it worked! The advice helped this researcher push through uncharted waters, and helped them make amends with their family, just like that.
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Okorie: That could make an effective therapist.
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Deering: If it started being more active, maybe Anoki could use an assistant from time to time. But it only ever became active twice more since, with each occurring on two separate years. We tried several directions to see what this sculpture could represent and where it came from, but those all came up as dead ends. I only got one more chance to finally figure this all out, so we can use this anomaly for the benefit of our personnel. And that’s where you come in.
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Deering: Since you’re starting to unlock your fullest potential, I thought it would be good to take on a little side project, just for fun. Maybe we can try exploring some other pathways that your Talent can cross. There are so many things that we can do with it, but it requires a lot of focus. And we can start with one, for now. From when you were younger.
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Okorie: Is this the thing I told you about when I was nine?
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Deering: Yes. When you were at the beach with your family.
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Okorie: Look, that was just a one-time thing. I didn’t even know how I did it. I thought it was just my imagination.
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Deering: But it did happen. You focused on what you wanted to see, to feel right there in the sand, and you saw something.
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Okorie: I guess I saw impressions of something. Flashes of events that the sand experienced, that it felt. I think I even saw the beach when it was first formed. But when I started looking for too long, I got a severe headache, and I had to stop.
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Deering: But it did work. And now we can do it again. Because you have the reins, now. You can control it.
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Okorie: I don’t know if I can do it again. It’s been years.
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Deering: It has, but I think you can tap in there again. You have the potential, you just need to focus on what you want to see. Just breathe, and focus.
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Okorie: Alright. I’ll try.
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Okorie begins to pull out a bag full of sand, however she is stopped by Deering.
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Deering: I don’t think you need those.
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Okorie: Are you saying that I shouldn’t use my reagents? You know I can’t use my magic with just my bare hands.
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Deering: But you did, didn’t you? You didn’t have those reagents when you were nine. But you still pushed through, and found what you wanted. I think you can do it again.
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Okorie: Are you sure about this?
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Deering: I am. I think you’ll find what you need.
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Deering: Let’s see how deep this connection goes.
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Okorie slowly steps forward towards SCP-7163, and reaches out to touch it. She closes her eyes and begins to focus.
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Deering: Do you feel anything?
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Okorie: Yes! I can feel… something. I don’t know what. There’s something in here, and it’s moving around. I think it’s- Oh, it went away.
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Deering: That’s interesting. See if you can try to push closer.
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Okorie: Okay, I will.
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Okorie grabs the sculpture from its pedestal and holds onto it, feeling around it as if searching for something.
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Deering: If you aren’t finding anything else of note, we can try again tomorrow.
Okorie drops the sculpture and begins to clutch her forehead in pain. The sculpture remains intact. Deering rushes to check on the sculpture, making sure that it’s intact, before rushing to Okorie’s side.
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Deering: Udo! Can you hear me? Are you alright? Udo?
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Udo: It hurts. It hurts.
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Okorie then collapses onto the floor. Deering crouches down to check on her before standing and turning away from her.
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Deering: I’m going to call Health and Pathology, get some help. You’ll be alright. It’s all going to be alright.
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Deering reaches for the emergency phone line and begins to dial to reach Health and Pathology. Just as he places the phone to his ears, Udo lets out a scream and releases her hands from her ears. The pain begins to subside.
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Okorie: Dougall…
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Deering: This is Deering. We have an emergency. One of my researchers-
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Okorie: Dougall!
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Deering: Udo? Hang on for just a second.
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Deering rushes back over to Udo and helps her stand.
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Deering: Are you alright?
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Okorie: I feel fine. It only hurt for a little bit.
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Deering: At least the sculpture is intact. Who knows what would’ve happened if it shattered when you dropped it. I would’ve lost all the progress I made for my research in just seconds.
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Deering: We can work on something else tomorrow, take a little break.
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Okorie: I did find a few things, from the sand. It was just flashes again, but I did glean a few things when I touched the sculpture.
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Deering: What did you see?
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Okorie: Okay. This was a doozy, but- Ow! It’s still burning in my brain.
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Deering: It’s still fresh in your mind.
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Okorie: Yeah, I can see it clearly. There were flames, lots of flames. A huge, raging fire that just kept on burning. Then I found myself falling through the floor, a straight freefall down past many stars. I saw entire constellations whirl around me, constantly and without ever slowing down. Then I landed in darkness, flat on my face, right into the void. I looked up, and I saw something in the distance. Some kind of entity.
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Deering: What did this entity look like?
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Okorie: It was too blurry to make out at first, but I do know it was a very bright white. It hurt my eyes just seeing it. It looked human, but I couldn’t make out any features beyond that. And I tried to crawl towards it, but then it reached out its hand, and I was brought back here.
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Deering: And you experienced all of that in thirty seconds?
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Okorie: That was only thirty seconds? Felt a lot longer than that.
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Deering: Hm. That’s interesting. I’m glad that you did manage to find a few crumbs of information, but this is leaving me with more questions than answers.
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Okorie: I’m sorry that I couldn’t maintain my focus for longer. I could’ve looked for more information, more hints.
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Deering: You did the best you could. You don’t have anything to apologize for. You did great today, Udo. I’m proud of your progress so far.
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Okorie: Thank you, Dougall.
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Deering: No, thank you, for being such a big help.
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Deering: This concludes our experiment for today. Udo, if you may.
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Okorie: Oh, yeah, that’s right.
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Okorie picks the sculpture back up and returns it to Dougall, who places it on the pedestal. Dougall motions for Udo to follow him, and they both start to exit the chamber.
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Deering: We’re going to do great things together. I just know it.
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<End Log>
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Addendum 7163.3: Incident 7163.1
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On 2002/09/08, the following incident took place near SCP-7163’s containment chamber. At 16:45, Dougall Deering was seen walking towards SCP-7163’s containment chamber. It is presumed that SCP-7163 contacted Deering to enter its chamber. The following incident occurred directly after this event.
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<Begin Log>
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Dougall Deering enters the chamber. He closes the door behind him, and heads toward the center of the chamber.
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Deering: It’s been a while.
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No verbal response from SCP-7163. Deering tilts his head slightly, indicating that he is reacting to SCP-7163, and it is speaking telepathically.
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Deering: I see you’re not willing to spill secrets. That’s alright. I now have a chance to finally speak with you, after all this time.
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Deering: So, tell me. Why did you bring me here, to you? Why are you active for only a single day every year?
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There is silence. The next five minutes are spent in this silence, with Deering staring at SCP-7163. Suddenly, Deering takes a step back, expressing confusion.
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Deering:What?
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Deering steps even closer to SCP-7163, inches away from its face. Another three minutes pass. Dougall then steps back, looks up at the ceiling, and begins to ponder about something.
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Deering: Well, that does make sense. But why?
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Deering stares at the sculpture for another two minutes, before nodding and placing his hands in his pockets.
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Deering: Before I go, I’d like to thank you for helping me, whoever you are. I still have many questions, but I think I’ll save those for another time. Besides, you have to go through a lot more people here before you get to me, anyway.
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Deering: I’ll be going, now. It’s been an enlightening experience, that’s for sure.
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Deering heads for the chamber doors, and exits the chamber, closing the doors behind him.
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Deering walks throughout all of the Applied Occultism Section, and starts to work on many minute chores, whistling as he does so.
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Once he completes these chores, he enters one of the hallways that criss-crosses the Section, still whistling as he walks through. Once he passes Okorie’s chamber, he glances at it for a few seconds, and smiles before continuing to head through the hallway.
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As he makes his way through the hallway, he suddenly stops, turning his head to one side as though he was hearing something, and then mumbles a single word before his eyes roll back in his head as blood fills the sockets, and he falls to the floor at a bad angle, snapping his neck.2
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The body of Dougall Deering was not discovered until a few hours after these events occurred, where Researcher Okorie stumbled upon his body after sealing a containment cell. Security and Containment personnel arrived to see Okorie sitting against the wall, pulling her legs up against her chest and sobbing, and staring at the body of Dougall Deering.
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After these events, nothing of interest occurred until two days after, on 2002/09/10 at 2:30 hours, when motion was detected inside SCP-7163’s chamber. Camera footage shows Okorie standing in the doorway to the chamber proper, staring at SCP-7163 in the dark.
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Okorie: What did you tell him?
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There is no response.
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Okorie: What did you tell him?
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No response.
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Okorie: It doesn’t make sense. It couldn’t be you because that’s not what you do. You don’t telepathically send someone a kill agent, you give them advice. You help them. But I need answers. That’s the only thing that matters now. What did you tell him?
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No response.
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Okorie: It can’t be you. But it might be you. I don’t know. Why won’t you tell me? What did he say to you? Before he- left me. What did he say?
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No response.
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Okorie: You’ve got to help me. Please. I need to know. Please.
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There is silence. Udo waits for a moment, then begins to step closer to the sculpture, placing her hand on its forehead. She closes her eyes, and stands in this position for a moment. Nothing of significance occurs during this period. She then opens her eyes, and turns away from the sculpture. She leaves the chamber, closing the doors behind her, and does not look back.
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<End Log>
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Addendum 7163.4: Counseling Log 7163.1
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The following is a transcript of a mandatory check-in session between clinical psychiatrist Dr. Nhung Ngo and Udo Okorie that took place on 2012/09/09. Before this session took place, there have been no new major discoveries pertaining to SCP-7163 and its origins. A section of this session contains information about the investigation behind SCP-7163, and what Researcher Okorie had been doing to investigate this anomaly.
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<Begin Log>
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Ngo: I’m very pleased that you could make this session today, Udo!
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Okorie: Yeah, I managed to find a time that would work for today.
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Okorie is seen in Ngo’s office, sitting on a desk chair. Ngo can be seen with a clipboard on her lap and a pen in her hand.
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Ngo: I get it, you’re busy with all your projects. But today I thought you would be with your colleagues, at-
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Okorie: The remembrance events. I know, for the anniversary.
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Ngo: Ten years.
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Okorie: Only ever felt like ten months. Especially considering I missed thirty percent of all that.
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Ngo: I never thought that we’d have to deal with an annual magic gunk explosion and have to take that seriously, but I guess that’s just what life is for us now. We have to deal with it. We can’t undo it, or reverse it. We just have to keep on moving.
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Okorie: I guess so.
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Ngo: Back on topic, I brought you in here so that I can check in on you, see how you’re feeling after all this time.
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Okorie: I feel fine. Just swell.
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Ngo: I’m sure you are. I have a few questions to ask you. First of all, you’re still working while everyone else is off the clock. Why is that?
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Okorie: I’m just busy. Got a lot of projects to work on.
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Ngo: Do you spend any time to, I don’t know, take a break? Go out with friends? Go to the movies?
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Okorie: Sometimes.
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Ngo: That’s good to know. But you have been particularly busy as of late. And I don’t think it’s just because of every project that you have to do under the sun. No, I think it’s because of something else. A project that you personally wish to complete. And here’s my question: what kind of project has to make you spend all that time on completing instead of taking time off?
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Okorie: It’s not important.
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Ngo: I think it is. For you specifically. It’s your pet project.
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Okorie: No, it’s his. Or, was his.
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Ngo: Can you elaborate on that?
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Okorie: There’s a project that Dougall used to work on constantly. It was one of the first projects I ever worked on. It’s still unfinished. We never got any concrete answers.
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Ngo: What kind of project?
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Okorie: It’s a frog sculpture. Constructed from sand, that’s why he brought me in. We were trying to find information on where it came from, and examine how its anomalous properties functioned.
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Ngo: It was Dougall’s, and now it’s yours. Are you continuing to experiment on this anomaly to finish what he started? In his memory, perhaps?
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Okorie: He’s a body that drops right onto the floor at 5:18 in the afternoon, every year. I don’t even know what I’m commemorating anymore. He’s just a memory, now.
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Okorie: But that sculpture’s been sitting there for the longest time, and sometimes when I go past it I feel like it’s staring at me, like it’s waiting for me specifically, somehow. I don’t know. But I don’t want it to go to waste regardless.
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Ngo: It’s not going to go to waste. Maybe you just need to wait for the right time for it to become active again.
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Okorie: That can only happen if I am at my lowest. SCP-7163 only goes active to give advice to our staff when they’re at rock bottom, and then it goes silent again for another year. And it’s entirely random. I don’t know if it will ever speak to me.
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Ngo: Well then, if it’s not going to crack, why are you still trying to open it?
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Okorie: Because I need to get it done. This sculpture was one of my first projects, and it’s just been sitting there collecting dust. If I can’t even solve something as simple as a safe class object from ten years ago, what does that mean for me? I don’t know, it just feels like I’m not trying hard enough.
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Ngo: You’re doing the best you can. You’re a very talented thaumaturgist, and I don’t believe that a simple sculpture is going to change that.
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Okorie: I have been using my talent, as well. I’ve been feeling the sand to try and replicate what I did, but it’s not letting me show what I want. It’s been giving me nearly the exact same vision every time. I’m not getting any answers.
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Ngo: I think you need to take some time off from this. Clear your head, take a break, go have fun with your friends. Once your mind is cleared of the stress, maybe you can look at this from a different perspective. There’s all kinds of answers, waiting in different directions. Even if there are setbacks, you can make the best of those setbacks and still keep on going. All you have to do is move forward.
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Okorie: But what if there aren’t any directions to go off of?
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Ngo: Then make your own and stick with it. Just try. You’ll never know what you might find if you don’t try.
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Okorie: I’ll think about it.
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Ngo: You’ll be alright.
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<End Log>
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Addendum 7163.5: Interview 7163.1
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The following is a transcript of an interview between Chief Delfina Ibanez and SCP-7163 on 2021/11/30. This interview was made possible through the usage of Telescribe3 technology. This interview was established to further understand SCP-7163’s capabilities, and to determine the creator of the anomaly. Chief Ibanez was contacted by SCP-7163, and once she reached its chamber she conducted an impromptu interview, which has been transcribed below.
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Interviewed: SCP-7163
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Interviewer: Delfina Ibanez
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<Begin Log>
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Chief Delfina Ibanez enters the room, dragging a chair into the room. She places the chair in front of SCP-7163’s pedestal, and sits down.
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Ibanez: Afternoon. Let’s get to the point. You’re going to try and cheer me up, give me some words of wisdom, tell me that’s it all going to be okay, and then send me on my merry way. Is that correct?
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SCP-7163: This is not a consolation, Delfina. I can see that you are not looking for that right now. This is more of a discussion.
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Ibanez: I know that this isn’t a consolation, because I know that she’s not dead.
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SCP-7163: Do you?
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Ibanez: She can’t be dead. She can’t be. There might be an overwhelming amount of evidence against this, but she’s not dead.
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SCP-7163: And why do you think this is the case?
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Ibanez: Look, pal, we were in Alagadda, trying to fix everything, save the world, stop the Impasse, and lo and behold the fucking Hanged King himself decided to come down and say hi. There was literally no chance that she could have survived against him, but she faced him anyway. She gave her life to save us. To save the world. To save me.
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SCP-7163: But you think she’s still alive.
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Ibanez: She has to be. She has to.
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SCP-7163: You’re conflicted. I get it. Your planet has endured a great deal of hardship this year. But all of this stagnation will end soon, won’t it? She did that for you. So that all the beauty of this planet could see the light of day again.
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Ibanez: I know. But it doesn’t feel right.
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Ibanez: I haven’t gone to the funeral. I didn’t sign the papers. Everyone else is talking about her. Telling stories about the time they had with her. Like she was a memory now. I can’t have that.
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SCP-7163: Maybe she is a memory. Maybe she isn’t. What do you want to do about it? Are you going to move on, or stand your ground and hope that she’s still out there?
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Ibanez: I’m not the type to just sit around and wait. I’m heading back to hell city tomorrow.
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SCP-7163: That’s a very bold move.
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Ibanez: I know she’s out there. I’m going to find her.
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SCP-7163: I wish you good luck on your journey, then.
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Ibanez: You’re not going to tell me otherwise?
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SCP-7163: The easiest option would be for you to follow everyone else’s footsteps, and take your time to grieve. But that’s not what you want. You have faith in her. You have a certain kind of fire, one that does not go out easily. You listen to what your heart tells you, and then you follow that path. I think it might be better for you to, just this once, listen to it. Follow it, see where it leads you. You might find your friend, you might not, but I think there’s a good chance that you will.
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There is a short pause.
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Ibanez: I did not expect that. Thanks, whoever you are.
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SCP-7163: What’s your next course of action?
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Ibanez: Well, I was supposed to get some information out of you, and then afterwards I’m heading out to 19, got some planning to do.
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SCP-7163: Right now, I’m not really sure that I have much to give you.
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Ibanez: Why’s that?
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SCP-7163: I can’t let it be known who I truly am. That would create a little bit of an issue for your superiors.
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Ibanez: Well, can you at least explain why your advice is so effective? How do you know our personnel so well that you can solve their problems with just a few words?
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SCP-7163: I can shed some light into that.
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SCP-7163: I do not have the ability to see all of history, through the past and future. But I can see people. I can see character, wants and desires, flaws, and the qualities that make people unique from one another. I take all of that, their past experiences, and what they want for their future, and I give them advice that specifically helps them achieve their goals. I want to give them hope for their future, make them see what I see in them.
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Ibanez: You want to genuinely help people.
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SCP-7163: Yes. All living beings are sacred, but humans? They are one of the most fascinating species that I’ve ever got to know. You have advanced so far in technology since I last saw this planet. Even in the past two decades, your technologies have advanced considerably. I think you should be proud of that.
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Ibanez: Sure, but there are a lot of things about us that I don’t think you would like.
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SCP-7163: Yes. Humanity does have the capability to commit heinous acts in the name of what people think is right. But you still have the capacity for love and kindness. It might not feel like it, but there are people out there who do have compassion, empathy, and generosity for others. That’s what makes you stand out. Those are the qualities of your species that cannot die out.
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Ibanez: How long have you been away from this planet? Because right now, we’re at a losing game with that.
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SCP-7163: I have been watching your planet as of recently, and yes, it does seem as if the evils of this world are turning the tides, but I still have hope that no matter what happens, good will triumph. Just like your hope for your friend. All we can do is take action, and hope for the best.
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SCP-7163: I do wish you good luck on whatever path you decide to take. You will find her. And once you do, say hi to her for me. I have a lot to discuss with Udo. But that’s for another time.
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The voice goes silent. Ibanez is left sitting in the chamber. After a short pause she nods, stands up, picks up the chair, and moves to exit the chamber.
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<End Log>
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Addendum 7163.6: Interview 7163.2
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The following is a transcript of an interview between Dr. Okorie and SCP-7163 on 2022/12/15. This interview reveals a few important pieces of information about the creator of SCP-7163, and details about the exact purpose behind the object.
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Interviewed: SCP-7163
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Interviewer: Udo Okorie
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. Okorie enters the chamber. She closes the chamber doors behind her, and stands directly in front of SCP-7163.
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Okorie: Are you going to say anything?
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There is a short pause, before SCP-7163 finally speaks.
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SCP-7163: For what it’s worth, I do apologize for shutting the door on you, after all this time.
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Okorie: At least you’re here, now. But why now?
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SCP-7163: I wanted to talk to you about a few things.
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SCP-7163: For starters, your former supervisor. My condolences for what happened to him. I wish I was there to help you, after his passing. But I could not, unfortunately.
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Okorie: I thought I would never feel as happy as I did with him ever again, but I still pushed through. I can’t give up on the things that I still have, even if I lose something great.
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SCP-7163: Do you still wish to know what I told him?
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Okorie: I don’t think it matters, at this point. That was something that he needed at the time, not me.
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SCP-7163: It has been a while since I last remember my interaction with him, but I think I recall something about his brother. The details are getting lost on me.
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SCP-7163: But that’s not the only thing I’m here to discuss with you. There was quite a revelation that you had about a year ago. And another loss of someone very close to you.
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Okorie: I thought it would end with Dougall. But I couldn’t do anything about it. It was out of my control.
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SCP-7163: Sometimes things have to end. And sometimes, they end on the spur of a moment, without your knowledge, without even a chance to say goodbye. But your dad passed knowing that you’ll stay strong. You’ll keep your head up. And he got to spend every last second with someone he loved. I bet that was good enough for him.
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Okorie: It’s still hard, without him. It’s just me and mom now, and it doesn’t feel the same.
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SCP-7163: It won’t ever be the same. But you’ll still push through. You’ll remember all the good times that you had with him, and you’ll keep your head up, for a brighter future.
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Okorie: Before we separated on Corbenic, he told me something that he was keeping from me, for the longest time. That I’m not human.
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SCP-7163: Another woman, one not from Earth.
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Okorie: He met her in Alagadda, but I don’t believe that she’s from there. I don’t know. I’ve been researching to find out who this woman really is, but I’ve got nothing so far.
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SCP-7163: Does your Foundation know about this?
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Okorie: Yes. They haven’t put me in a cage, and I’m still able to work, but this whole thing has still been wracking my brain.
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Okorie: When I place my hand on this sculpture, I can feel what it feels. I can see impressions of events in the past, from what this sculpture saw. I never knew how I did it. And I did it with my bare hands. I never did anything without my reagents before then. But now it’s starting to make more sense.
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SCP-7163: It’s truly wonderful, the talents that you wield.
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Okorie: But I don’t know what I am now. I don’t know who this woman is, what her people are, what any of this means.
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SCP-7163: Regardless of where you came from, you’re still you. You’re Udo Okorie. You have friends to support you, and just because you’re only half-human, does not make you any lesser than what you thought you were before.
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Okorie: I still don’t know what I’m truly capable of.
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SCP-7163: You can start experimenting. One last project, to mark a new era.
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Okorie: Me.
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SCP-7163: I have faith that you will find what you’re looking for.
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Okorie: I hope you’re right.
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Okorie: But for now, I need to address the elephant in the room.
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SCP-7163: This sculpture is more of the amphibian type.
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Okorie: I’m not talking about the sculpture. I’m talking about what’s inside it.
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SCP-7163: Ah, of course.
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Okorie: I have a few notions of what you’re supposed to be, but I think it’d be better if I got to confirm it from the source.
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SCP-7163: Very well then. I’m not going to give you the full picture, but I bet you’ll put the pieces together in time.
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Okorie: I’ve spent twenty years for this. You should at least give me something that isn’t a vague vision.
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SCP-7163: I’ll make sure that your time won’t be wasted.
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SCP-7163: Before I left your planet, I buried this sculpture right at the area where you would find it. Near your site. Once the time came, I moved it up to where you could see it.
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Okorie: You wanted us to contain the sculpture.
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SCP-7163: Correct.
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Okorie: Why?
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SCP-7163: So that the people in this site could have hope. So that no matter what, they’ll keep standing to fight for what they love.
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SCP-7163: Your Foundation does not respect the life that it contains. It takes life. It pokes and it prods at it, so that the world outside will not be able to experience all that hides under the floorboards, and in every nook and cranny. But it only takes a single match to start a fire. There’s always a chance to turn things around, for the better.
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Okorie: You’re on the side of change.
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SCP-7163: I am on the side of every living being, on every planet, and in every star system. I am on the side of hope, so that every fire can stay alight, so that people like you, Udo, can bring change to the world.
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Okorie: But you kept yourself in this sculpture, just to help us. You never came out of where you’re hiding at.
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SCP-7163: I was unable to help your planet for the longest time. I left to help others who needed my guidance, and it’s been millennia since. Everything’s changed. I’ve seen your species grow in so many wonderful ways, but I’ve seen many terrible things as well. Things I could have prevented.
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Okorie: You had too much on your plate. It was out of your control. But that’s okay.
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SCP-7163: Because some things have to change.
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Okorie: And when they do, you keep moving. You have to keep trying.
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SCP-7163: Now you are beginning to understand.
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Okorie: I’ve got a long way to go before that.
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SCP-7163: You’ll get there.
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Okorie: I’m still thinking about why you still need to hide.
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SCP-7163: I don't know if I should reveal myself this soon. Nothing good would come of that. I do not wish to cause more mayhem than what has already been brought upon your planet.
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Okorie: Then we can start slowly. Maybe we can help each other.
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SCP-7163: Are you suggesting that I should help your Foundation?
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Okorie: Not the wider Foundation. I was thinking back to what you said. You said you wanted to help our site specifically. So that we can change for the better.
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SCP-7163: I doubt the entire Foundation could change their ways completely. You almost took the right path, when you had that fateful vote, but it only took one Council member to kill any last hope that the entire system will change itself. I just want things to be better, for your subjects in containment, for all the deviations of this planet that you lock away, and for all walks of life. These beings all deserve to live.
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SCP-7163: I doubt I can interfere more than I already have. But I can help you succeed. You can start the fire that will change the world for the better, so that others can follow your stead, and take charge to fight for what’s right.
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Okorie: I still have doubts on that, but I’ll try.
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SCP-7163: You can start with finishing what you started.
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Okorie: Are you saying-
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SCP-7163: The visions. Yes. I intentionally blocked those out, so my identity could remain a secret. But I think you should have at least a bit of closure to this story.
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Okorie: Alright. Thank you.
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Okorie steps closer to the sculpture, placing her hand on the top of the sculpture’s head, and closing her eyes. Fifteen seconds pass before she opens her eyes once more, and takes a step back in shock.
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Okorie: So it was you.
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SCP-7163: Correct.
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Okorie: This entire time, it was- Wow. How did I not figure this out sooner?
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SCP-7163: I thought the hints I gave were very clear on who I am.
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Okorie: Well, that’s going to be a lot to think about.
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SCP-7163: At least your project is finally complete. That’s something to celebrate, is it not?
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Okorie: Yeah, I’m glad it’s done, at least.
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SCP-7163: The first step for change is always the hardest, but when it is done it does pay off to what comes next.
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SCP-7163: One more thing before you go. I’ve had this on my mind for a while. How is Ezekiel?
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Okorie: They’re doing alright, last time I spoke to them. They transferred to another site, and are now a senior researcher, last time I checked. They seem happy.
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SCP-7163: That’s good. We had a wonderful conversation. I’m glad they’re living their best life, now.
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SCP-7163: It’s been nice knowing you, Udo.
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Okorie: See you next year?
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SCP-7163: I will always be here. For you, and all of these wonderful people.
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SCP-7163: Have a Merry Christmas, and happy holidays.
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Okorie turns around, and leaves the room. Just as she closes the chamber door behind her, SCP-7163 speaks once more, to no one in particular.
Special Containment Procedures:SCP-7319-1 is to be kept in a small low-security containment chamber in Reliquary Site-39. SCP-7319-2 is to be kept in a small low-security containment chamber in Reliquary Site-12. To avoid damage to SCP-7319-1 and SCP-7319-2, the northeast corner of the Site-39 cell and the southwest corner of the Site-12 cell are to be padded with soft materials.
+SCP-7319-1 and SCP-7319-2 are to be kept together in a low-security containment chamber located in Reliquary Site-39.
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Addendum 31-10-2022: SCP-7319-3 is to be stored in a standard non-hazardous anomalous documents display in Reliquary Site-39. SCP-7319-3 is free to be studied by Site Personnel.
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Description: SCP-7319 refers to two seperate suits of armor (SCP-7319-1 and SCP-7319-2) recovered near Bernau im Schwarzwald in what is currently Germany, approximately 20km from the German-Swiss border. The suits of armor were traced back to Burg Nanstein1, a castle located approximately 250km north of the recovery location.
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Discovery: SCP-7319-1 and SCP-7319-2 were observed moving through the castle when put on display. The entities were noted to stop moving when they were relatively close to each other. The suits of armor were taken by the Foundation and brought to separate Reliquary sites for investigation and to utilize the available chambers. Efforts to incapacitate SCP-7319-1 and SCP-7319-2 were discontinued when deemed unnecessary due to their inability to escape containment.
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SCP-7319-3 was discovered on 25-09-2022 in Burg Nanstein. The letter was initially overlooked as there was no initial connection to SCP-7319-1 or SCP-7319-2. A full report on the translation of SCP-7319-3 is provided below.
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Addendum: 10-12-2022 As part of a planned test, SCP-7319-1 and SCP-7319-2 will be brought into the same containment cell on 27-01-2023.
On 27-01-2023, SCP-7319-2 was transported from Reliquary Site-12 to Reliquary Site-39 to be placed in the same containment chamber as SCP-7319-1. During the Transport while SCP-7319-2 was restrained SCP-7319-1 was reported to start moving in different directions corresponding to the location of the other entity while being transported.
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SCP-7319-1 was restrained as SCP-7319-2 was brought into the containment chamber. When both entities were released from their restraints, they began to move towards each other.
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SCP-7319-1 and SCP-7319-2 stopped their movements as they got within 2 meters of each other. Since the entities were still standing, the presiding team decided to attempt bringing them closer together. Though moving the entire suits of armour proved impossible, personnel were able to manipulate the entities' arms and hands into contact with the other. As the entities' hands touched, the heads moved to seemingly look at eachother before they collapsed approximately 1 minute later.
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The team at Reliquary Site-39 has elected to keep SCP-7319-1 and SCP-7319-2 together in the cell at Reliquary Site-39. This was decided to mitigate damage to either entity and to keep their anomalous activity to a minimum.
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Note: SCP-7319-1 and SCP-7319-2 are not considered Neutralized, as separation of the entities causes anomalous activity to return to the same level as before the entities met.
SCP-7319-3 was recovered on 25-10-2022 from Burg Nanstein, Germany. The letter is in better condition than scripts recovered from the same period. The letter dates back to the mid 1300's placing is in the same period as SCP-7319-1 and SCP-7319-2. The writer of the letter is one Alard of Mannheim; the receiver remains unknown. SCP-7319-3 speaks of a pact between the two subjects in the letter seeking each other even past death. Contextual analysis of the contents of SCP-7319-3 implies the existance of a romantic affair.
Since the first time I saw you I knew the purpose of the life set out for me was living for you… I truly believe this feeling has not been felt before as I was completely unprepared for this.
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The days without you are the longest days of my life, while I also know this is the best way to remain in your good graces. The idea of you gets me through the days I am away and will never be able to forget the grace you exude at every moment I get to lay my eyes on you.
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You carry yourself with as much grace and beauty as the angel you were named for and I wish you to understand this will for me is an eternal feeling… I wish you could actually be mine.
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I promise you I will follow you beyond death, my love for you will certainly last long beyond the point my heart can beat for you.
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I do swear upon everything that is worldly and all that we can possibly imagine that, even beyond the point my heart will beat, I will look for you eternally for I can not rest my heart when I am away from you.
Caller ID: Maria Jones — Director, Records, Archival, and Information Security Administration.
+Recipient ID: Vincent Bohart — Director, Site-333.
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Jones: Good afternoon. This is Maria Jones, with the—
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Bohart: About damn time, 30 minutes or it's free my ass. Hang on, I'll buzz you in…
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Jones: Am I speaking with Vincent Bohart?
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Bohart: Yes, just hang on a moment, [muffled] Jenny, which one does the thing for the front door again?
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Bohart:[muffled] No, I tried that one… Yeah… Obviously, I'm not going to tip, we've been waiting an hour…
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Jones: Director, I'm calling on behalf of the Foundation's Records, Archival, and Information Security Administration. We've noticed some concerns related to your site's annual reporting.
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Bohart: Huh? You're not — oh why didn't you say so. Uhhh, right. Well, it's September and if I recall correctly, we don't need to tickle the brass until the end of fiscal, which is what, May?
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Jones: The Foundation's fiscal year ends December 31st. Although that's irrelevant to the reasoning for my call; our records indicate that Site-333 has not shared its mandated recordkeeping with RAISA since 1982.
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Bohart: Oh, uh. Are you sure?
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Jones: I am absolutely certain. We expect digitized copies of all relevant files by the week's end.
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Bohart: Okay, will you hold for a moment?
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+The phone call is abruptly terminated by the recipient.
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Description: SCP-7399 is a malevolent entity anomalous phenomena that consumed the entirety of has affected Site-333's on-location recordkeeping since 1982. While the precise nature of SCP-7399 is not understood at this time, it is presumed to be a real bastard mematic in nature…
Tony Catalano: Shoot, what does that mean again anyway?
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Leonora Morales: It's like an image that makes your brain do things, related to the word 'meme,' I think.
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Tony Catalano: Like those little animal pictures with the backgrounds?
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Noah Patel: I still liked it better when it was some sort of creature that got in. We could say the Jersey Devil knew we were onto it and broke in to burn or eat the documents!
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Tony Catalano: I'm with Noah on this, not that last part, but the start. Speaking on behalf of my department, we're anti-memetic.
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Vincent Bohart: If this were in any way a vote, I consider that. We need a reason why we didn't notice until now: a cover story for why it's been going on for so long.
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Lenora Morales: Why has it gone on for so long?
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Vincent Bohart: I had a look and it seems the old director, before my time I want to stress, hired an external company to deliver our documents to whomever, saved him a buck or two. We'd just stack the boxes out front and they'd take it away.
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Vincent Bohart: Well turns out, that company went under in 82' after being sued for mistaken deliveries, something to do with a lung transplant.
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Tony Catalano: So all those boxes we've been putting out for years? Where'd they go?
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Vincent Bohart: Well, we have been putting them in the garbage collection zone. So…
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Noah Patel: Jeez. But we must have duplicates, right? I mean we wouldn't have thrown out the originals.
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Vincent Bohart: Do you know how much printer ink costs? No way in hell are we blowing that kind of dough on papers we already have.
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Leonaora Morales: Had. Papers we had, given that they're now who knows where.
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Vincent Bohart: Right, which is why we need to get this thing done. So let's pass it off as some sort of anomaly that gets rid of documents: "Super Keter," big fish stuff.
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Noah Patel: Uhh, boss. What happens if the Foundation believes us?
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Vincent Bohart: Christ, Noah. Then they think there's a hostile memetic agent consuming its documentation and we're in the clear!
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Noah Patel: And if they get worried about this thing expanding? If RAISA is breathing down our necks now, what are they going to say if they think there's a threat to their records?
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Vincent Bohart: Shit.
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Vincent Bohart: Okay, plan B. You three get started on falsifying documents: field reports, contained anomalies, research results, Friday night pizza parties, the works.
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Tony Catalano: You want us to falsify two decades worth of information in a week?
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Vincent Bohart: That's the spirit! Better get cracking. You know what we say at Site-333: 'Who Dares Wins.'
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Leonaora Morales: Isn't that the British SAS?
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Vincent Bohart: I know right? Pretty cool.
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Noah Patel: And what are you going to be doing while we're working on all this?
After going through our animal behaviour files, there's one thing I noticed. Although there are numerous observations of unusual conduct on animals throughout Nexus-36: groups of bats raiding casino buffets, that period of time where every single soup along the boardwalk had a fly in it, the beach being overrun by crabs every March, plus that whole thing with the sperm whale getting stuck in the Ferris wheel we had to deal with — no animal shows up as consistently in our records as the seagull.
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It's shocking how much of the zoology department has just been cataloguing seagulls. I mean, I knew I commented thinking a bunch of them were smoking, but this rabbit hole goes so much deeper than that. All my predecessors, as far back as I can tell, have commented on the aggressive, possessive, manipulative behaviour seen by Atlantic City seagulls. I think we've stumbled upon something big, maybe the largest documented animal behavioural anomaly in the Foundation's history!
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I'm including my findings in the following document and will be sending it to zoologists stationed at Foundation sites around the globe for peer review.
I'm sure this is just the sort of cutting-edge fieldwork that RAISA will want to have on hand, and to think I may never have clued into it had we not gotten that review! The system works! I've got a good feeling about this!
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Typical seagull behaviour — Exhibit B.
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Update:
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22/09/2022
+Heard back from some of my colleagues, they noted similar findings at basically all urban centres where these birds frequent. That behaviour I was talking about, turns out it's downright common. Atlantic City's seagulls aren't anomalous, they're just regular assholes.
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SCP-7399 REPORT — 02: Noah Patel
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23/09/2022
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Hello Director Bohart,
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I understand that you were hoping for us to compile as much information on different anomalies as possible, but I think I have something you'll be far more interested in. I know I've given you print copies before, but this way you won't lose it again!
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A Consideration of the New Jersey Devil
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A Ficto-Critical Exploration and Justification for the Cryptid's Existence, With Consideration to its Successful Avoidance of Direct Foundation Observation.
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by Noah Patel, Cryptozoologist & Head Curator, Site-333, Museum of the New Jersey Devil.
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Abstract:
+In this work, I compile documentary evidence, first-hand accounts, and peripheral information regarding the elusive cryptid: the New Jersey Devil. I furthermore analyze these sightings within frameworks for folkloric tales and urban legends, establishing the commonality between the Jersey Devil and other cryptids, whose existence has been verified by the Foundation. In doing so, the likely nature of its presence is affirmed and validated. To respond to inquiries as to why the Jersey Devil has not yet been formally acknowledged by the Foundation, I include a ficto-critical account of the creature's methods of operations, aims, desires, and interpersonal relationships. This evidence-backed narrative account provides an objectively-informed and data-supported method of understanding the cryptid's relationship to human society, the Foundation, and the art of dance. It is my belief that this work will revitalize the Foundation's attempts to understand urban cryptids and their complex interplay with the individual researchers who study them.
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SCP-7399 REPORT — 03: Tony Catalano
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24/09/2022
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Vincent,
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I've been reviewing the Site-333 finances, really taking the time to sit down with them and pour over everything closely.
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I expected it to be messy, but my god, it's so much worse. Vincent, I cannot stress this enough: Site-333 should, by all accounts and metrics, not be financially viable to run for a period of three weeks, let alone several decades.
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Nothing about this makes sense, I could talk your ear off about how this transgresses the most basic, fundamental rules of accounting — hell, it practically dances on their graves, but I know you wouldn't listen. Instead, I've pulled some examples from a long, long list:
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We've somehow taken out a triple mortgage on the property, two of which are from the same bank;
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Legally we do not own the 2nd-floor washrooms — those were sold in 1985 and I don't even know to whom, it just says "Plumers;"
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Every Site-333 employee receives a voucher for 50% off purchases from Brachistone Shoe Polish Company. In exchange, the company receives a small portion of any footwear purchase made by one of us. I have no idea how this is enforced or monitored;
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35% of the gift store's revenue is listed as deriving from purchases of 'saltwater taffy.' I have not found a single invoice of us ever buying or stocking saltwater taffy;
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We owe over $120,000 dollars to the Atlantic City Fire Department for "services not yet rendered;"
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There are several hundred payments that are clearly laundering money, but whoever set that up has the receiving account as Site-333's; so both the actual payments and the 'dirty money' flows directly back in, minus the laundromat's operating costs;
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Noah Patel is the sole employee who has had income tax regularly deducted from his pay, and it's listed as paying to the South Korean government.
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I tried to enter most of what I found into our accounting software and got the error message: "INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR MEANINGFUL ANSWER" before it froze up and the computer started to smoke.
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I know this goes against your instructions to compile the information, but I made an executive decision on behalf of the accounting department. I tossed the computer into the dumpster outback as it caught fire and piled all the papers on top of it. We're going to start over because I literally cannot begin to deal with any of that shit.
Site-333 — Interdepartmental Communications Log:
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Vincent Bohart, Director;
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Tony Catalano, Accounting & Tourism;
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Leonora Morales, Wildlife Specialist;
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Noah Patel, Cryptozoologist & Museum Curator.
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Vincent Bohart: Well done everyone, I'm proud of you all.
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Noah Patel: Thank you, sir I—
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Vincent Bohart: Is what I would say if you hadn't all fucked this up. Jesus Christ, people. I didn't expect a miracle, but this?
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Vincent Bohart: All I ask is that you spend one week doing your jobs, and what do I see: misallocation of site resources, incompetence, insubordination, and a damn novel draft; Noah if I wanted to read that I wouldn't have thrown away the earlier manuscripts you gave me.
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Noah Patel: You said a bird—
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Vincent Bohart: We've got five hours left to get shit done till RAISA kicks in our door and my teeth. So if you've got any ideas, now is the time people.
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Noah Patel: …
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Tony Catalano:…
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Leonora Morales:…
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Vincent Bohart: That's what I thought, well folks—
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Leonora Morales: What about plan C?
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Vincent Bohart: Plan what?
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Tony Catalano: Yeah, you said while we working on this, you'd be lining up plan C.
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Vincent Bohart: Oh, right… well uh…
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Leonora Morales: There's no plan C, is there?
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Vincent Bohart:[sighs] No, there's no… unless.. That's it!
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Vincent Bohart: Noah's lack of editorial tact has given me an idea. RAISA wants our records, but think about it, they managed documents from every Foundation site the world around! There's no way they're actually reading every scrap of paper! There's got to be hundreds of SCP files alone!
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Leonora Morales: Actually, there are several thousand.
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Vincent Bohart: Exactly! Here's what we do, folks. We're going to gather every single document in this site, hell in the whole town! We're going to scan and send those nerds every book, every receipt, and every complaint form we can get our hands on. They're going to be swamped with so much info they won't bother us again for another 20 years!
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Vincent Bohart: Noah, you long-winded, beautiful bastard, go pull every photograph from that weird museum of yours — and all the gift cards too! Tony, start making spreadsheets, I don't give a shit what's in them, just fill 'em with numbers, the more the better. Leonora, I want you to grab some help and take the van down to the public library, just fill it with books off the shelves, if they give you a hassle say it's termites or something.
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Leonaora Morales: I don't think termites are very likely—
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Vincent Bohart: I said 'something,' it doesn't matter. Now get going people, we got a deadline to meet!
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Site-333 personnel, having acquired document for digitization from an unattended, underfunded, children's library.
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RAISA — TELECOMMUNICATIONS TRANSCRIPTION
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26/09/2022 — E726B932_IA
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Caller ID: Maria Jones — Director, Records, Archival, and Information Security Administration.
+Recipient ID: Vincent Bohart — Director, Site-333.
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Jones: This is Maria Jones, of the Foundation's Record—
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Bohart: Ah, Maria! Glad to hear from you. I trust you received those documents we sent? Sorry about that delay, you know how these things go. I'm sure you've got them stored away now though, somewhere nice and safe, and out of sight?
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Jones: Yes. We received the document transfer. We have actually just finished reviewing the files your site sent.
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Bohart: You what, finished?! All of them?
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Jones: Yes. Apologies for the delay; I would be responding to you more immediately had it not been for the weekend.
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Jones: I am now permitted to inform you that our initial reason for contacting you was a ruse. RAISA had been aware of Site-333's failure to submit relevant files and documentation for review since 1982, the initial omitted year. I apologize for the falsehood, but it was necessary. We have been conducting an internal audit of Foundation sites' response to emergent recordkeeping and information security situations, and Site-333 was one such site selected for review.
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Bohart: Hang on, you're telling me that this was some sort of game?
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Jones: Not a game, Director. An assessment. If you'll open the email I have just sent, you'll see our feedback on your site's performance. I will stay on the line as you review the rubric.
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RAISA — SITE-333 PERFORMANCE REVIEW:
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Leadership & Teamwork: Do site personnel work effectively as a team? Do those in positions of authority effectively delegate responsibilities and oversee their subordinates?
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Organization & Communication: Do site personnel display a systematic and orderly approach to problem-solving? Are they able to communicate this approach effectively?
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Creativity & Flexibility: Do site personnel respond intuitively to emerging problems? Do they display the capacity to pursue creative solutions?
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Professionalism & Responsibility: Do site personnel conduct themselves in a professional manner? Do they accept responsibility for roles assigned to them and/or errors they have made?
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Adaquecy of Response: Do site personnel successfully respond to the assessment situation, as conveyed to them by the Recordkeeping and Information Security Administration?
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F-
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OVERALL ASSESSMENT:UNSATISFACTORY
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PASS/FAIL:SITUATIONAL PASS
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Bohart: What the hell? How did you? Did you wiretap me?
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Jones: Director, you should be well aware that RAISA is mandated to monitor all official communication channels employed by the Foundation to ensure operational and information security. Although that was hardly necessary in this case: your office documented the attempted cover-up in one of the files you forwarded to us: SCP-7399.
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Bohart: Jesus, you really read through everything? I don't even get through my own paperwork most days. Honestly half the time I don't even read what I'm signing.
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Jones: Are you sure this is information you wish to disclose?
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Bohart: Hang on, if you knew this was a test, and if I remember one thing from high school right, 'F's are 'bad,' why'd we get a green light? What does a 'situational pass' mean?
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Jones: Director, the purpose of this assessment is to determine areas of improvement for Foundation sites' recordkeeping and information security. We intended for this to be an opportunity for RAISA to identify overlooked pitfalls or redundancies, in order to improve the efficacy of current operational methods.
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Jones: Site-333 has underperformed at previously unseen levels. At basically every opportunity, your employees have disregarded established policies and systematic supports. To put simply, we have not seen room for meaningful improvement, self-reflection, or personal and institutional growth; as such, our review concluded that the work necessary to educate Site-333 personnel and implement better recordkeeping systems would be significantly more costly in both time and effort than the harm caused by your site's current methods — however insufficient they are. We believe that attempting to resolve the identified issues would be less beneficial for the Foundation than continuing to endure the poor recordkeeping and substandard information security emblematic of your site's operations.
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Bohart: I think I follow. So you're saying that while Site-333 doesn't do things the typical way, what we have works well enough that you don't want to accidentally mess it up.
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Jones: No, not at all. Were you listening to anything I just said?
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Bohart: I think we learned a valuable lesson today. I'll pass on your congratulations to the staff, wouldn't want them thinking it was coming from me, they might get complacent. Nice talking to you, Jones.
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Jones: Director, I—
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+The phone call is abruptly terminated by the recipient.
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7419 is to be kept in a standard small object containment unit when not in testing. Personnel are advised to use electronic devices incapable of wireless connectivity to prevent possible data breaches. Personnel are required to fill out form 7419-ST-1 after conducting a testing exercise.
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Description: SCP-7419 is the collective designation for two anomalous devices, designated SCP-7419-A and SCP-7419-B.
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SCP-7419-A is a small rectangular device comprised of an unknown material fitted with a standard 3.5mm audio connector and a simple on/off button. SCP-7419-A procedurally generates sentences, sentence fragments, words, and additional semantic values that are expressed as analogue electrical signals intelligible as audio when connected to a suitable interface. SCP-7419-A, once activated, will not cease to generate output unless terminated manually. The content of SCP-7419-A's output does not seem to follow any contextual pattern and will range from direct quotations of known or published material, to abstract "word salad" with little semantic meaning.
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SCP-7419-B is a spherical device fitted with a small condenser microphone in addition to a button and connector identical to SCP-7419-A's. SCP-7419-B operates as a simplistic true or false pointer. When connected to a suitable device that does not also have SCP-7419-A connected, a user is able to manually input a statement or question that will then be answered with either a True or False verbal response. Any input that does not contain semantic information answerable by SCP-7419-B will be answered on an abstract basis appearing to operate on simplistic real logic (ie: Input "Blue chickens" will receive output "False") but will invariably land on true or false.
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SCP-7419-A and SCP-7419-B, when connected simultaneously to a suitable device, will spontaneously execute each of their operative functions. SCP-7419-A will continuously generate statements, sentences, words, and additional values and directly feed each result into SCP-7419-B to be evaluated as true or false. The two software will run indefinitely until SCP-7419-A generates the statement "Marianne Simmons Will Buy a Bagel at Wynnsbury's", triggering an immediate fatal error in SCP-7419-B's internal logic resulting from an inability to arrive at a true or false conclusion. Every instance of testing involving SCP-7419-A and SCP-7419-B running in conjunction will arrive at this fatal error.
Apple the Fruit. True. An approved antibiotic for the treatment of streptococcus infection is Amoxycillin. True. Magical Oysters. False. Research has indicated the existence of dark matter. True. Most people believe in a plane of existence beyond ours. True. Goldfish are land dwelling. False. Walmart is a conglomerate from Canada. False. Grocery shopping is a task. True. Apples are Vegetables. False. Anchoring a million grey dogs to a fence post. False. Asteroids may crash at any time. True. It will arrive. True. Seventeen is a song by American singer Sharon Van Etten. True. There are species of potato that contain pork. False. Racial bias. True. The USA will hold elections. True. Grey skies can be turned into portable catheters. False. Managing time is a belief that can be imported into Audacity. True. Madonna is American. True. Catholicism. True. Organic food is edible. True. Ringing a bell that will cease to function. True. Multiplying skulls by the product that is impossible. False. Dying. True. Octocorallia is an order of Cnidarians containing the soft corals and Gorgonians. True. Humans can effectively understand. False. Life is a highway. False. Marianne Simmons Will Buy A Bagel at Wynnsburys.
Discovery: SCP-7419 were discovered on 29/12/1982 after Junior Researcher Julio Cabrera checked into Site-196 medical facilities complaining of sharp periodic pains in his lower abdomen. After medical staff were unable to deduce a clear cause, an ultrasound was conducted on the area of reported pain. SCP-7419 were subsequently discovered embedded in Cabrera's abdominal cavity. No signs of surgical intrusion in the area were found.
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Test-Log-7419-B-1:
+The phrase "Marianne Simmons Will Buy A Bagel at Wynnsbury's" appears to generate from SCP-7419-A at a somewhat elevated rate, and will not result in a fatal error if SCP-7419-B is not connected to the same device. Attempts to determine the significance of the statement have included altering the content of the phrase, with wildly differing results, although all semantic alterations have failed to yield the fatal error caused by the statement. Test results suggest the internal logic of SCP-7419-B treats "Marianne Simmons" and "Wynnsbury's" as unique semantic concepts rather than generic nouns, as well as outputs being static and not reflecting passage of time. A log of results generated from manual input via SCP-7419-B's microphone is available below.
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INPUT
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RESULT
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Marianne Simmons will steal a bagel at Wynnsbury's
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FALSE
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Marianne Simmons
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TRUE
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Marianne Simmons' Bagel
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TRUE
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Marianne Simmons will be
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FALSE
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Marianne Simmons is buying a bagel at Wynnsbury's
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TRUE
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Marianne Simmons is going to buy a bagel at Wynnsbury's
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TRUE
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Marianne Simmons' Bagel is a Bagel
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FALSE
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Marianne Simmons is
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FALSE
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Marianne Simmons is not
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FALSE
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Marianne Simmons refers to a person named Marianne Simmons
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FALSE
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Marianne Simmons bought a bagel at Wynnsbury's
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FALSE
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Marianne Simmons was
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FALSE
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Buying a Bagel
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TRUE
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Buying Marianne Simmons' Bagel
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FALSE
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Buying Marianne Simmons' Bagel from Wynnsbury's before she does
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FALSE
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Buying Marianne Simmons' Bagel from Wynnsbury's before he does
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FALSE
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Buying Marianne Simmons' Bagel from Wynnsbury's before they do
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FALSE
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Buying Marianne Simmons' Bagel from Wynnsbury's before it does
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TRUE
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Marianne Simmons' Bagel was
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TRUE
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Marianne Simmons is perceivable
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TRUE
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Marianne Simmons can be perceived
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FALSE
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Marianne Simmons will be perceived
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TRUE
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Marianne Simmons' Bagel has happened
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TRUE
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Marianne Simmons' Bagel is happening
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FALSE
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Marianne Simmons' Bagel will happen
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TRUE
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Marianne Simmons' Bagel will
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FALSE
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Marianne Simmons is known
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TRUE
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Marianne Simmons can be known
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FALSE
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Wynnsbury's
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TRUE
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Buying a Bagel at Wynnsbury's
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FALSE
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Buying at Wynnsbury's
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TRUE
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Bagel at Wynnsbury's
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TRUE
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Stealing at Wynnsbury's
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TRUE
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Stealing from Wynnsbury's
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FALSE
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Wynnsbury's is Wynnsbury's
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TRUE
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Wynnsbury's was
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TRUE
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Wynnsbury's is located in North America
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TRUE
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Wynnsbury's is located in the United States of America
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FALSE
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Wynnsbury's is located in Canada
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FALSE
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Wynnsbury's is located in a Central American or Caribbean country
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FALSE
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The North America that Wynnsbury's is located in is North America
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FALSE
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Attempts to ascertain the identity of Marianne Simmons have been unsuccessful due to the prevalence of the name. Attempts to identify "Wynnsbury's" as referenced in the phrase has been similarly unsuccessful.
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Addendum: As of 16/7/2021, the rate at which input semantically related to "Marianne Simmons Will Buy A Bagel At Wynnsbury's" is generated by SCP-7419-A has steadily increased, the most common of which is attached below.
Special Containment Procedures: Foundation Personnel are not to interfere with SCP-7970's primary operations. Employees of Site-78 are encouraged to use SCP-7970's services to purchase gas and groceries, as it is the only place to do so within the city limits of Chugwater, Wyoming. Due to the importance of SCP-7970 in maintaining the local economy, a cover story is to be run downplaying SCP-7970's anomalous capabilities. Any incoming traffic from other locales will be given amnestics by instances of SCP-7970-1 as per the Foundation's agreement with SCP-7970-2.
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A location of SCP-7970.
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Description: SCP-7970 is the gas station/grocery store claiming to be Horton's Corner, an establishment destroyed in 2012. SCP-7970 manifests within the city limits of Chugwater, Wyoming for a twenty-four-hour period before de-manifesting for forty-eight hours. SCP-7970 displays no outwardly anomalous properties outside of its ability to teleport between locations and otherwise functions as a regular gas station. How SCP-7970 maintains its supply of food, water, and gasoline is currently undetermined.
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SCP-7970-1 instances are the attendants and employees of SCP-7970. Foundation records have made note of twenty (20) instances of SCP-7970-1, which are rotated out between manifestations of SCP-7970. These instances appear as human males and females between the ages of 18-26 with generally cheerful dispositions. SCP-7970-1 instances share names and appearances with deceased members of the local community, a connection that is still under investigation. SCP-7970-1's express joy at working for SCP-7970 and consistently advertise Horton's products and services along with reciting company catchphrases.
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SCP-7970-2 is the current owner of Horton's Corner, referred to by employees as "Horton". The properties of SCP-7970-2 are unknown as "Horton" has never made any public appearances. Investigation into SCP-7970-2 is currently the focus of SCP-7970 research.
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Discovery: On December 30th, 2012 an SUV crashed into Horton's Corner, Chugwater's only gas station, and started a fire that destroyed the business. The accident left Chugwater residents with no option but to drive to nearby cities to buy basic necessities and gasoline. Five years later, on March 18th, 2017, GPS devices began picking up a new Horton's Corner location within the Chugwater area which led to the establishment that would become known as SCP-7970.
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SCP-7970's anomalous properties became known twenty-four hours after its first appearance. At this time the SCP-7970-1 instances told customers that they were only a pop-up location and would return in two days' time after restocking. SCP-7970 then proceeded to vanish into the thin air nearly instantaneously, leaving no trace of its existence. The subsequent disappearance of SCP-7970 was promptly covered up by Foundation agents, who ensured that the event was not covered by any media sources and outgoing travelers did not bring word of a "disappearing gas station".
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Amnesticization protocols were considered, but due to the repeated appearances of SCP-7970 and the importance of the anomaly to Chugwater's infrastructure, such protocols were deemed unnecessary. In addition to these factors, Site-78 had previously documented that Chugwater residents displayed a 75% higher acceptance of anomalous activity as being a part of baseline normalcy compared to the average US citizen.1 The cause of this phenomenon is not yet known, and several interviews with Chugwater Residents who had used SCP-7970's services corroborated this statistic.
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Addendum 7970.01: Interview with John Milsboro
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On March 27th, 2017, one week after the appearance of SCP-7970, Foundation agents brought the original owner of Horton's Corner in for questioning.
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Interviewer: Junior Researcher Greg Chudley
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Interviewee: John Milsboro
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[Begin Recording]
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Chudley: Hello, Mr. Milsboro. I'm Inspector Chudley with the BBB. Do you mind if I ask you some questions regarding your time using Horton's Corner? The new one, not the business that you once owned.
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Milsboro: Aint'cha a little young to be a business inspector? You hardly look out of school, boy.
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Chudley: Good eye, I'm not out of school yet. I'm working on my bachelor's at the moment and this is just a work-study job for me.
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Milsboro: Ah, good on ya! Glad to see such a good work ethic in the youth. What kinda questions didja have?
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Chudley: First, I wanted to ask whether you were contacted about the use of the name of your former business. You never had the name copyrighted, but I wanted to hear your thoughts about them taking the name.
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Milsboro: I’ll admit, I was a little hesitant about hearing that name again. I lost a worker in that fire, but if anything I'm flattered! It's not like that fuckin' Obama came to bail us out in our time of need!
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Chudley: Uh um, sorry for your loss. I can imagine it must've been hard revisiting Horton's after a tragedy like that.
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Milsboro: It was a mighty fine establishment, no complaint for me. I hate to admit it but it's a major improvement over the original location. It's bigger, got a better selection of fixins and the bathrooms are pristine! Dunno who's running it but they gotta have a lot of cash, it's comparable to one of them city joints.
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Chudley: Hmm, I would have thought you'd be a bit angry. Did you meet with the owner?
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Milsboro: I tried! The girl at the counter said he ain't doing appointments, but he 'appreciates my long years of service to the community'.The only way he'd meet with me is if I became some fuckin tier of their "rewards program" or some nonsense. Fuckin' millennial bullshit I tell ya.
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Chudley: Hmmm, certainly a predatory practice. We'll have to look into that. Lastly, I have to ask about the… strange incidents regarding the store. Specifically the disappearances.
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Milsboro: What you mean, boy? There ain't nothin' strange about that new Horton's Corner. It's just smoke and mirrors, they are trying to be showy to keep people talking about it.
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Chudley: There is also the fact that we haven't seen any crews to supply or build this supposed gas station. That doesn't bother you in the slightest?
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[Milsboro laughs.]
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Milsboro: Kid you don't understand basic marketing. They don't want you to know who is supplying them. It adds to the charm and mystique.
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Chudley: So I've been told. Thank you for your time, Mr. Milsboro. That'll be all for now.
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[End Recording]
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Addendum 7970.02: Expedition Log #1
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Following the interview with Mr. Milsboro, Site-78 Director Leah Richter authorized an investigation into Horton's Corner to ascertain the identity of SCP-7970-2. Due to Site-78's lack of available Mobile Task Forces and short staffing, Junior Researchers Greg Chudley and Maria Johnston were chosen to go on an expedition into SCP-7970.
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[Begin Recording]
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[Researcher Johnston is seen down against the dashboard fiddling with the camcorder]
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Chudley: So… Do you think they have Mozzarella sticks?
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Johnston:…-What?
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[Johnston leans back into her car seat.]
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Chudley: Mozzarella sticks. I've heard this Horton's place is similar to a Sheetz. So I'm hoping they have Mozzarella sticks and they're as good if not better.
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Johnston: What the hell is a Sheetz?
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Chudley: Only the best gas station slash restaurant in the midwest! Are you telling me they don't have Sheetz where you come from?
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Johnston: I'm from California.
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Chudley: Oh, I'm sorry.
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Johnston: Like Ohio is any better.
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[Johnston scoffs.]
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Johnston: Anyways. Stating our names for the record, Maria Johnston here with Gregory Chudley. This is Log 1 of the SCP-7970 expeditions. The date is the 20th of March 2017 and SCP-7970 has been manifested for approximately two hours. We are currently en route to SCP-7970 and should be there in five minutes.
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Chudley: Do you have to be so formal? We're sitting and driving, I doubt Richter's going to give us an infraction for having a chat.
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Johnston: This is going on the record and we're on the clock. We have to be professional.
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Chudley: Professional? In my fucking mini cooper? It's my car, my rules. Remember that our cover is being ourselves. Just Greg and his friend Maria filling up on gas.
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Johnston: (sighs) I guess you're right. I just want to do well on my first field assignment.
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Chudley: Relax, you'll do fine. I mean, you're only here to babysit me, right?
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Johnston: Babysit you? Don't be absurd.
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Chudley: You don't need two people to investigate a freaking gas station. Richter doesn't trust me, that's why she had you tag along.
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Johnston: Well you've been consistently late to meetings, and you broke a shipment of glassware you were supposed to bring to my lab- fuck!
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[Johnston turns to look out the window and then faces the camera.]
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Johnston: You just ran a red light!
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Chudley: Did I? I think that's subjective.
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Johnston: I literally watched you do it.
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Chudley: Wasn't on video. No evidence. plus we're here. Get switched over to the body cams.
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[The feed goes dark for a moment but the audio is still picked up.]
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Chudley: I'll get the car filled up with gas. You go interview some of the other customers. Once I'm filled up, I'm going to go order my Mozzarella sticks as an excuse to chat up one of the -1s.
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[The feed returns now showing footage from Chudley's body cam.]
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Johnston: Wait… you're telling me the Mozzarella sticks bit had a purpose?
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Chudley: Twofold, my dear Johnston. Gets our job done and fills my stomach. Did you expect me to not have a plan ready?
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Johnston: Yes?
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Chudley: For shame. Let's go.
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[Chudley pops the gas cap and leaves the car. He reaches into his pocket for his credit card and placed it into the pump before selecting his gas type.]
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Chudley: 2.20! That's a steal!
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Female Voice: Of course it is! Here at Horton's Corner, we strive for the best prices in the country!
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[The camera swings to the left as Chudley is heard making a surprised exclamation. There is a female instance of SCP-7970-1 standing there in a red Horton's Corner uniform holding a tablet.]
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Chudley: D-don't sneak up on me like that. Miss-
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Shelly: Shelly Porter! Pleased to meetcha! What brings you to Horton's Corner?
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[Chudley is seen placing the pump into his vehicle]
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Chudley: Me and my friend are here for some cheap gas and some good food.
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Shelly: Well we gots plenty! As we say at Horton's Corner, Whereever you are, Horton hears you! Wouldja also like to join our rewards program?
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Chudley: I would, actually. Could you tell me about that?
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Shelly: Sure thing! Our rewards program gives 10 points for every dollar that'cha spend. Once you hit certain thresholds you go up in tier. Bronze tier is at 1000, Silver Tier is at 5000, and Gold tier is at 10,000.
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Our Bronze tier customers get 5% off all products, Silver gets ya 10% and one free gallon of gas per fill up, and Gold Tier gets you 15% off and one free fill up per month. Plus you get to meet the big man himself, Horton.
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[The sound of the pump stopping is heard and Chudley hangs it back up.]
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Chudley: That all sounds pretty good. You can sign my friend and I up.
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[The instance starts typing on their tablet.]
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Shelly: Super! I'll just need your name and contact info.
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Chudley: Alright, that's [EMPLOYEE INFORMATION EXPUNGED] for me. And for my friend Maria, it's [EMPLOYEE INFORMATION EXPUNGED].
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Shelly: Alrighty, here are your cards.
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[The SCP-7970-1 instance pulls two cards from their tablet and hands them to Researcher Chudley.]
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Chudley: Thank you, have a good day now.
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Shelly: You too!
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[The instance walks away as Researcher Johnston moves to the front of the car. Chudley hands her a rewards card and the pair begin moving towards the store.]
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Chudley: Any luck?
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Johnston: Nothing of note from the other customers filling up. They're just happy to have Horton's back and, as expected, none of them seem to bat an eye about this place disappearing every two days.
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Chudley: Not even creeped out by the -1s?
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Johnston: Someone said one of the workers reminded them of a person they used to know. Speaking of which, did you get a name off that one you were talking to? We never confirmed if any of the -1s were former residents.
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[The sliding doors to the store open. The inside of Horton's is sparkling and pristine. Rows and rows of foods, drinks, and personal products are visible. Chudley and Johnston walk into the snack aisle and stop. Johnston pulls out her SCiPhone and begins fiddling with it.]
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Chudley: (quietly) Can you find a Shelly Porter in the registry?
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Johnston: I'll look, give me a second to run her name.
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[There is a 30-second pause while they wait.]
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Johnston: Zero matches.
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Chudley: Maybe they are just creations of the anomaly then? Regardless, we have a way to get to Horton.
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Johnston: Right. The rewards program. How much is that gonna cost us?
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Chudley: We need 10,000 points to get the highest tier. It's 10 points per dollar, so we’ll have to spend 1000 dollars each… do you,think we can get the funding for that?
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Johnston: Ugh, the Site’s been low on funds and staffing. I’m barely able to get enough Agar for all of the culturing that Richter wanted done of the local microbiota.
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Chudley: So, we're broke.
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Johnston: Pretty much yeah. Well, I’m gonna get started on racking up some points with what I can spend.
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Chudley: And I’m getting my Mozz. We'll meet back up at the food court.
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[Johnston nods and Chudley walks into SCP-7970's dining area. He approaches the instance working the counter.]
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Chudley: How's it going, my man? Can I get two orders of… wait. Is that a chicken sandwich WITH MOZZARELLA STICKS ON IT? I'll take that.
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SCP-7970-1 Food Worker: Can do, sir. That'll be $4.99
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[Chudley hands the instance the card and the camera turns slightly to the nearby wall behind the counter. An employee schedule is seen.]
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SCP-7970-1 Food Worker: Okay, your order number is 25. Let me go run this to the back.
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[As the instance leaves, Chudley reaches over the counter and grabs the schedule off of the wall.]
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Chudley: Thanks man. When did you start working here?
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[Chudley folds the schedule and places it into his pants pocket.]
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SCP-7970-1 Food Worker: Oh I've been working since the grand opening. Old Man Horton gave me a new lease on life with this job, I'd do anything to pay him back.
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[A shattering sound is heard.]
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Chudley: Hold that thought. I'll be right back.
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[Chudley moves towards the direction of the sound which leads him to the registers. A woman is seen berating a Female SCP-7970-1 instance behind the counter.]
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Woman: What do you mean I gotta pay for this! You bumped into me!
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SCP-7970-1: Ma’am I was nowhere near you. I saw you knock it over and I’m going to kindly request that you pay what you owe. That was a $750 dollar decoration and my boss is going to need you to pay for it.
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Woman: Listen here, missy! I don’t know where you get expecting money out of me but I know the original Horton’s would never hire such terrible employees. DO. YOU. UNDER. STAND. MY ENGLISH?
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[Chudley is heard muttering "white woman moment" in response but the instance appears unaffected by her remarks.]
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SCP-7970-1: Ma’am if you won’t pay for it then we’ll have to negotiate your terms of payment. We here at Horton’s Corner don’t take kindly to rude remarks being made toward our staff.
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[Two SCP-7970-1 instances come from behind the woman, placing their hands on her shoulders. They tell her to come into the back with them. She refuses and pushes them off of her. The woman then begins yelling at them which prompts several more instances to surround the woman and drag her off kicking and screaming towards a door in the back.]
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[The instance that had been yelled at walks off. As the commotion subsides, Johnston is seen across the way looking visibly distressed.]
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[Footage removed for brevity.]
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[The camera feed has switched back to the camcorder. Johnston and Chudley are sitting quietly in the car. Chudley reaches into his Horton’s bag and takes a bite of his sandwich while Johnston cracks open a Mountain Dew Kickstart and took a sip.]
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Chudley: Wh- what do we do? I-I that woman is gone. She was a total "I'd like to speak to your manager type" and probably had something coming to her but the way they just dragged her off…
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Johnston: Cover story. We make up a cover story. If she has a family, we let them know she’s going to be gone for work… or maybe amnestics?
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Chudley: Jesus Johnston! I’m not going to be responsible if we make kids forget their own mother!
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Johnston: That's just a part of the job Chudley! God, give me a second, I’m trying to think.
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[Johnston is breathing heavily.]
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Johnston: Let’s just drive back to Site-78. We’ll explain everything to Director Richter. I’m sure she’ll know what to do.
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Chudley: Yeah… yeah, that sounds good. I also snagged the employee list while I was in there.
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[Chudley holds up the list where Johnston can see it. Johnston laughs nervously.]
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Johnston: Aren't you a bag full of surprises? You're alright, Chudley. I think you're alright.
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[End Recording]
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Following this expedition, the woman was identified as Mallory Manson, a local school teacher with a husband and two children. A cover story was developed to explain her absence to her family and any witnesses of the incident were amnesticized.
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Due to the possibility of SCP-7970-1 instances abducting local civilians, Director Richter approved seven hundred dollars worth of funds each for Researchers Johnston and Chudley to move forward in SCP-7970’s rewards program. Once they had achieved the necessary requirements an appointment was set to meet with SCP-7970-2 at the SCP-7970 location.
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Addendum 7970.03: Expedition Log #2
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[Begin Recording. Time Stamp: 2/4/17 15:00]
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[Researcher Johnston enters the car on the driver's side and buckles her seatbelt. Researcher Chudley is already seated in the passenger's seat with a folder in hand.]
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Johnston: Keys.
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[Chudley tosses Johnston the car keys.]
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Johnston: So, how long before Director Richter finds out you went six hundred dollars over budget to get us both Gold tier?
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Chudley: Ah, I'd give it… Mmmm, forty-eight hours? That's at least when these tapes will get uploaded to SCiP.net. I'm sure it'll be fine though. We'll have cracked the anomaly by then and she'll be patting us on the back. I mean, she wasn't seriously expecting us to just come up with 300 dollars ourselves in such a short timespan. Not on our wages.
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Johnston: Wait, how much do you make?
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Chudley: Fifteen an hour. You?
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Johnston: I make twenty an hour.
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Chudley: Wait what the hell? You make more than me? What kind of wage gap bullshit is this?
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[Johnston starts the car.]
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Johnston: I think it makes sense, Pataphysics isn't even real science.
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Chudley: Yes it is!
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Johnston: No it's not, how do you quantify something like "Headcanon energy" or "meme particles"? Neither of those words is in the bible.
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Chudley: Well, that's because an unseen hand of a writer is guiding you to believe so… or at least theoretically.
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Johnston: Those theories are nonsense. Next you're gonna tell me the Noosphere exists. Now shut your goofy ass up and get me a Mountain Dew.
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[Chudley reaches into the backseat, which is filled with a variety of snack items. He procures a Mountain Dew for Johnston, who opens it and takes a sip before placing it in the cupholder. She puts the car in reverse and leaves from the Site-78 Parking lot.]
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Chudley: Someone's a little cranky without their caffeine.
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Johnston: God knows I need it. Anyway, you said you had something to tell me?
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Chudley: I think I found out where Horton is getting all of his employees. We were looking in the wrong place.
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Johnston: Hmm? Site-78 has pretty detailed records of Chugwater's populace from Richter's anthropological studies. I wouldn't think that she missed anyone in this tiny town.
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Chudley: Well that's because Richter was only looking at LIVING people. Anyone who died before Site-78's founding wouldn't have been documented. Or travelers for that matter.
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Johnston: So, they're Spectral Entities then? Is that what you're getting at?
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Chudley: Or clones? I went over the whole employee list I stole and every one of them came back with a news headline of their death or an obituary. The kid who died in the original Horton's fire is working at the new one. The girl who helped me fill up- Shelly- died in a car accident in 2005. The main throughline seems to be that all of them died in transportation-related accidents.
+
Johnston: That's terrible… but it would explain the passing familiarity some of the customers had with the employees. Especially if their deaths were long ago. Your first thought isn't usually, 'Is X back from the dead?'
+
Chudley: But the same names though? I'm surprised there haven't been any incidents involving that.
+
Johnston: A couple more questions to ask then.
+
[18:10]
+
[The feed has switched to Chudley's body cam. The car is parked in front of SCP-7970 and Chudley proceeds to get out of the car. He heads inside with Johnston and the pair approach the register where an SCP-7970-1 instance resembling Mallory Manson was working the counter.]
+
SCP-7970-1: Hello! Weclome to Hortons! Wherever you are, we hear you! How my I help you?
+
Chudley: Uhhh, Mallory?
+
SCP-7970-1: That's my name! Do I know you?
+
Chudley: You don't but… you teach my cousin over at Chugwater Elementary. What are you doing working here?
+
SCP-7970-1: Well, silly old me went and broke something in the store. Plus, I said some very unkind things to an employee. Horton was not very happy with me so he gave me a job and told me to work it off!
+
Johnston: But you have kids! Surely they want to see their mom again.
+
SCP-7970-1: If they want to see their momma they can come to Horton's anytime and buy some of our lovely snacks. Now is there anything I can help you with?
+
Chudley: …Yeah. We have a meeting with Horton. We're Gold-tier members.
+
SCP-7970-1: Oh, super valuable customers! You can go through those doors just over there. Be sure to knock before entering!
+
Johnston: Thank you ma'am, we'll be on our way.
+
[Johnston and Chudley walk away from the counter and towards the doors they were directed to.]
+
Johnston: Hey, nice little bit of quick thinking with that little cover story about the cousin. You're getting pretty good at this.
+
Chudley: Would it surprise you if I said lying comes easy to me?
+
Johnston: Nope.
+
[Johnston holds the door open for Chudley and the pair went down a hallway to a set of mahogany doors. Johnston knocks on the door and a voice is heard saying: "Come in!". Inside of the office, a man sits behind a desk. He is wearing a large tophat and holding a lit cigar. He appears to be in his mid-40s with gray hair and a long handlebar mustache.]
+
Horton: Howdy! I'm Horton, owner of Horton's Corner! Wherever you are, I hear requests! Sit down and take a load off.
+
[Johnston and Chudley take a seat in front of his desk.]
+
Johnston: Mr. Horton, I'm glad you could meet with us. We represent a company that's very interested in your business.
+
Horton: Ah. I figured you two weren't just mozzarella stick connoisseurs! Well, I'm all ears. It's the best I can do to pay back all your support.
+
Chudley: You were watching us?
+
Horton: 'Course I was! I keep track of all my customers. I listen to all the woes and gripes of the men and women of Chugwater and try to make this a better place for them to live.
+
Johnston: I think that gets to the crux of my first question: what exactly are you Mr. Horton?
+
Horton: Ain't it obvious? I'm the soul of Horton's Corner!
+
Johnston: I know that but-
+
Chudley: I think he means literally, think about what we know about the workers.
+
Johnston: But- wh- gas stations aren't living. They can't have souls.
+
Horton: You are partially right. Big franchise gas stations like BP and Exxon gave up their souls a long time ago. But us small-town gas stations do have soul! Now, mine was released when the old Horton's went tits up five years ago but I came back!
+
Chudley: Why come back though? What does a gas station want?
+
Horton: I saw big business eyeing up Chugwater. They were ready to price gouge you on gas by monopolizing this here town and I couldn't just stand by and let it happen! I had to bring Horton's back to do what I was put on this earth to do, provide people with gas and groceries!
+
Johnston: What about your staff? How did you convince their souls to work for you?
+
Horton: With excellent benefits and good pay of course! I felt bad all of them met such a terrible end in various automotive accidents, so I offered them a chance to give back to the community they once lived in.
+
Chudley: That's great and all but what about Mallory?
+
Horton: What about Mallory?
+
Chudley: You're forcing her to work for you against her will. You can't just manipulate her like that. She has kids.
+
Horton: She should have thought about that before breaking one of my displays and making rude remarks toward my staff. Ghosts are hard to come by for hiring opportunities. It's easier to get some of the community's worst off the street and make them give back to it instead.
+
Johnston: Neither of us is going to argue that Mallory was unpleasant and a little racist. But we can't have you abducting people off the street. Our organization works to make sure that the public doesn't know about things outside the realm of normalcy. This town needs gas. We need gas, so we want to keep you operating. However, it's hard to make people think you're a normal gas station if you keep abducting people.
+
Horton: Well I'm sorry miss, but with all the business I gotta keep a full staff. Unless you have a solution for me, I'm gonna keep doing what I'm doing to keep profits flowin'.
+
Chudley: Just one second, sir. I need to discuss something with my partner here.
+
[Chudley and Johnston get up and move to the corner of the room.]
+
Chudley: (Whispering) Johnston, what if we gave him Level IV Class-D2 instead? It's better than him taking innocent civilians.
+
Johnston: (Whispering) I'll have to ask Director Richter. Neither of us has clearance to make that call.
+
[The pair return to their seats.]
+
Johnston: I'll need a moment to confirm something with our boss. Mind if I call?
+
Horton: Go ahead! I got all day when it comes to business.
+
[The room is quiet as Johnston is heard taking out her SCiP phone, dialing and speaking with Director Richter.]
+
Johnston: Chudley. She knows you went over budget and you are being assigned to a week's shift in Acroamatic Abatement3.
+
Chudley: Tell her that I will give her a bag of Chili Cheese Fritos if that would make up for it.
+
[There is indecipherable whispering heard.]
+
Johnston: She will take the Fritos but you're still on Abatement duty.
+
Chudley: Fuck.
+
Johnston: Back on topic, she says that she would be willing to provide you with new staff. In return, you are to stop making your store disappear in front of civilians and all Foundation Personnel are to be given Bronze Tier status at your establishment.
+
Horton: I can modify closing procedures if you think it'll help protect the business but I can't just give out free rewards like that. It defeats the purpose of the system!
+
[More indecipherable phone talk is heard.]
+
Johnston: We'll buy rations from you if you can get them and you can cater any staff events we have. Sound like a deal?
+
Horton: Field rations? That I can acquire. You're speaking my language now. I think I can take that deal. And as a gesture of friendship, perhaps I could let you know if any strange persons come on my property.
+
[Johnston is heard hanging up her SCiP phone.]
+
Johnston: Excellent. Our Foundation thanks you for being able to come to an agreement. If you would release Mallory from her employment we can get you a replacement in the next 24 hours.
+
Horton: Sounds like a plan to me. If that is all, good day to both of you. Something tells me your Foundation and my business will be good partners moving forward.
+
[End Recording.]
+
+
Addendum 7970.04: Correspondence between Site-78 Director Richter and SCPF Midwest Oversight Committee
+
+
To: Site-78 Director Leah Richter
+From: Secretary Kaibert Samson
+
+
Hello, Director Richter.
+
We've received your recent filing of SCP-7970 and an associated agreement you've made with this anomaly.
+
O5-11 has expressed concern with the Conscientia Class designation as well as the containment procedures associated with it. It appears to us that this anomaly could have been contained via the use of SRAs, sufficient barricading, and jamming of its GPS Signal.
+
We expect a justification for your actions in a week's time.
+
+
+
To: Secretary Kaibert Samson
+From: Site-78 Director Leah Richter
+
+
As I may remind the Midwest committee that this godforsaken town only has one Gas Station and Grocery store and it's SCP-7970. Asking us to contain it simply is a waste of resources and a damper on our only lifeline. You've read my studies. You should know that Chugwater is a little different compared to other locales, and thus a different approach is required. We'll lose a couple of troublesome D-Class for a few months but eh, such is the business.
+
I hope that is a sufficient explanation for O5-11. If they don't believe me they are free to come down to Chugwater to see themselves. I'd recommend the Mozzarella sticks, they are quite good.
+
+
Director Leah Richter
+Site-78
+For The Betterment of Humanity
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-8026 is kept in a secure containment locker within Site-115 and stored in a case, protected by a minimum of 500 cm2 of microfiber cloth. Personnel may not come into physical contact with SCP-8026 unless directed to for testing purposes.
+
Subjects under the effects of SCP-8026 must attend weekly appointments with their on-site psychiatrist.
+
Description: SCP-8026 is a light blue amethyst crystal ball with a diameter of 12 cm. When a subject stares into SCP-8026 while in physical contact, they are instilled with visions of an idealized version of themselves; these visions are often narrated and guided by SCP-8026-A.
+
SCP-8026-A is a humanoid entity that only appears in the visions and dreams of subjects exposed to SCP-8026. The intentions of SCP-8026-A are, as of yet, unknown.
+
The long-term effects of SCP-8026 are still under research.
+
Addendum 8026.1: Testing Log
+
On Mar. 12th, 2025, Junior Researcher Kadek Korinski was accidentally exposed to SCP-8026's effects during its discovery. With Korinski's agreement, he will be researched as the first SCP-8026 test subject. A timeline of his experience with SCP-8026 has been documented below.
+
+
CAMERA LOG
+
+
Date: Mar. 13th, 2025
+Subjects: K. Korinski, P. Parks
+
+
«BEGIN LOG»
+
(Parks and Korinski are seated at the opposite ends of an interrogation table. Parks writes into her notepad as Korinski looks around the room.)
+
Korinski: I'm going to assume I don't have any patient confidentiality.
+
Parks: Correct. We don't have a therapist or anything, so these meetings will be conducted by—
+
(Parks clicks her tongue and points at herself with her right thumb.)
+
Parks: Me. First question: What happened when you first came into contact with SCP-8026?
+
Korinski: Well, I was in the research room trying to figure it out. It had only been a few minutes, but I picked it up and shook it like an 8-ball. I stared into its center and heard this voice singing out to me almost. Like a siren but without the irresistible pull. Like an opera just for me.
+
Parks: Or a choir solo.
+
Korinski: Exactly, like a choir solo. Then I felt dizzy, put it down, and went about my day like nothing happened.
+
Parks: I thought you forgot to write the report. Wouldn't be the first time.
+
Korinski: No. I mean, partly. I planned to get back to it tomorrow, but then there was that dream I had last night.
+
(Korinski takes a deep sigh and attempts to wrack his knuckles onto the cheap, spongy table. The result is the sound of his knuckles peeling away from the table as they get coated in an unknown, sticky substance. Korinski ignores the sound and moves his arm to his side.)
+
Korinski: There's a lot of useless dream stuff that happened first. Cake shoes, tried talking to my dad again, someone else, used my phone as a plane boomerang-
+
Parks: Yeah, you can skip all that. I'm having lunch with Lennings later, so I don't want to be late.
+
Korinski: He can wait; I'm getting there. My phone-plane-boomerang landed me in the ocean, and it was pitch black. I could see myself just fine, but I was floating in an empty abyss. There was this constant pressure on my chest because I'm supposed to be drowning, but I don't want to, so I'm stuck taking short, shallow breaths, trying to get out of it.
+
(Korinski starts to hyperventilate.)
+
Korinski: In the distance, I saw this like, blue dust. It was swirling everywhere, got in my eyes, my lungs, made it harder to breathe, shook my eyes, my head, and when I opened them, I saw it like a musical stinger. Just this figure, off in the distance, like if SCP-8026 had a body. But it was wearing this long blue robe and was just looking at me with this imposing tone.
+
Korinski: Then I just woke up, covered in saltwater and coughing blue dust.
+
Parks: And that's when you came in late and reported this.
+
Korinski: It was a lot of dust.
+
(Parks writes down her final notes and closes her notepad.)
+
Parks: Alright, the protocol for dream anomalies calls for slow burn mnestics, Class-W.1
+
Korinski: Oh, come on! Do you know how much those things hurt?
+
Parks: Shouldn't have held the ball.
+
«END LOG»
+
+
Korinski was then instructed to take one Class-W mnestic pill (10 mg) before bed and report his experience the following morning.
+
+
DREAM REPORT
+
+
«BEGIN LOG»
+
SCP-8026-A steps out onto the stage. A single spotlight centers around them, the glare reflected off their head. No one is in the audience.
+
SCP-8026-A: Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to introduce our one and only actor, Kadek Korinski.
+
Korinski lies motionless on the stage floor as a wet collection of cells, the size fitting neatly in his hand.
+
SCP-8026-A: Today, we're talking about life, we're talking about regrets, we're talking about the best him he can be. Now, without further ado.
+
Korinski is at a middle school spelling bee. The kid in front of him effortlessly goes through their word and gives him a sly smirk. Korinski shakily walks onto the stage, hearing his parents cheer for him from the audience. His eyes dart around the room. His tongue tenses in his mouth, and his throat tightens like an armadillo in a sandstorm. He steps up to the microphone. The word is "complement." Kadek takes in a deep breath and begins to spell the word. C-O-M-L- He bites his tongue and asks for a definition. Everything shifts slightly to the left.
+
Korinski is in every argument he's ever been in and will have. Just when he reaches a breaking point, he stops himself. The conversations deescalate. Years change. Kor stays the same.
+
Korinski stares out the window of his house. On top of a hill, he sees a figure dressed in a tattered black cloak, holding a rusted scythe. The ticking clock grows louder. Korinski calls his dad.
+
Korinski steps out of a local coffee shop, holding what would soon be his first-morning sip. Birds start chirping, and the sun feels warm against his skin despite the cooler weather, making him wear a light sweater. He doesn't look to his left. The world breathes a sigh of relief. The girl walks away.
+
Korinski sits on a bench floating underneath the stars. The wind whistled through the crevices in between the wooden planks. SCP-8026-A sat next to Korinski and crossed their legs. They turn their head, the crystal ball, to the left. It's as if it didn't move at all.
+
Korinski sits at the center of a large testing center. Proctors walk around, glancing at every student as they walk past. The weight crushes him. His face presses against the cold table, squeezing every bit of knowledge he ever gained out of his ears and eyes. It isn't enough. Not this time. Korinski gets back up. Somewhere in a database, far, far away, a number changes. It's not enough. It never is.
+
Korinski sits on a bench, floating underneath the expanse of the stars. A cold whistle blows through the wind, warping around the space around him. SCP-8026-A sits next to him and turns their head to look at him. Their head doesn't move. It glares in the spotlight.
+
SCP-8026-A: Can you feel it? The time you spent doing everything wrong? I'm sure it can touch you, too.
+
Korinski: I don't want this.
+
SCP-8026-A: Nonsense. Everyone wants this.
+
SCP-8026-A takes off its head and places it in Korinski's lap.
+
SCP-8026-A: What do you see?
+
In the ball was the shape of someone better. Nothing too defining to latch onto, but an aura that exuded excellence and perfection. An ideal that sat at the top of the mountain just out of reach. A mirage.
+
SCP-8026-A: This is the best version of yourself—a timeline where you never made any of your worst mistakes.
+
SCP-8026-A takes their hand and ruffles through Korinski's hair. Korinski tries their best to ignore them, gazing deeper into the orb.
+
SCP-8026-A: How about that? Does that sound good?
+
Korinski looks up at SCP-8026-A.
+
Korinski: (meekly) Yeah.
+
SCP-8026-A smiles.
+
SCP-8026-A: (warmly) There we go.
+
SCP-8026-A's head swirls and opens up. There are millions of crystal balls inside of it, identical to SCP-8026.
+
SCP-8026-A: There's a perfect path for you out there somewhere. And I want you to take it.
+
«END LOG»
+
+
Since then, Jr. Researcher Korinski has been committed to writing a dream experience every night and spends noticeably more time asleep. Korinski has refused to comment on the significance of his dream experience. After two weeks of dream reports, Jr. Researcher Pamela Parks scheduled a meeting with Korinski.
+
+
CAMERA LOG
+
+
Date: Mar. 28, 2025
+Subjects: K. Korinski, P. Parks
+
+
«BEGIN LOG»
+
Korinski: Is there a problem?
+
Parks: Your dream logs. They aren't really… clear in what they're doing.
+
Korinski: Well, they are dreams.
+
(Parks brings a fist to her forehead and sighs.)
+
Parks: I think we should stop this here. I'll look into ways to prevent SCP-8026-A from—
+
(Korinski jolts up.)
+
Korinski: No! No, you don't have to do that. I'm close to finding something. I know it.
+
Parks: Finding what? It should've shown you your ideal by now, and it didn't. If there's no research value in this, then I don't see why you should keep going through it.
+
Korinski: I just want to see what the best version of myself is. Figure out what I'm supposed to do from that. They're only trying to show me my best self.
+
Parks: Again, you haven't found anything yet. Your dream logs seem like a conveyor belt of quick scenes. I really want you to stop now before it gets to you.
+
Korinski: Why would it get to me? If anything, it's helpful. I mean, I don't even know what I want, and this thing is willing to wait for me to figure it out.
+
(Korinski's back straightens. He points at the table.)
+
Korinski: It's the most annoying thing in the world to ask yourself that same question over and over again and have no answer. What do you want? What do you want? I don't know, and how am I supposed to? Nothing sounds appealing or interesting; there's just a collection of boring and terrible options, and neither of them are good.
+
Korinski: I swear to god, there's got to be a good one, a great one, a perfect one, so I'll keep doing it every night. Get another visit, go through the iterations, and wake up. Just let me find the perfect dream, and I'll love it. Because that's what SCP-8026 is about, and that's what I'm going to use it for.
+
(Parks is taken aback. She stares at Korinski with concern.)
+
Parks: Are you okay?
+
Korinski: I'm fine.
+
«END LOG»
+
+
+
+
DREAM LOG
+
+
«BEGIN LOG»
+
Korinski gazes into an orb.
+
He is a senator for the state of Georgia, worth twelve million dollars. His family resides in a small manor in the countryside. He sits at a desk, reviewing the briefing papers for an upcoming meeting with the Committee on Foreign Relations. The scene branches out exponentially, revealing every permutation of himself on the seat. Every shade of gray and black on his suit, every decoration that complemented complimented the room, every stroke of his pen that signed his papers, every word written that had come before.
+
Gray hairs appear on his head as the years pass. No progress is made, the clicking of his pen growing fainter. On the final day, he checks the poll. His opponent is winning by an undefeatable margin. The clicking grows louder. Korinski sits at his desk, peering out his window, watching as he watches himself drive away into the endless night, the only soul on an open freeway.
+
SCP-8026-A: Pass.
+
The orb passes through his periphery. Korinski is a janitor stationed at an aquatic research outpost. He comes out past sunset with a bucket and a mop. He looks over the railing to see the reflectionless abyss of the ocean. A single incandescent lightbulb lights up the deck around him as Korinski dips the mop into the soapy bucket of water and spreads it onto the deck.
+
Forty minutes pass as he circles the perimeter. As he nears his starting point, the ocean roars, casting a wave of cold saltwater past the guardrail. Korinski watches as the water pours back into the ocean. He sighs. The light flickers, then goes out.
+
SCP-8026-A: Pass.
+
Korinski is strapped onto a leather chair against his will. The chair floats through an unperceivable expanse, pulsating a sickly green. SCP-8026-A floats before him, removing their head and shoving the orb into Korinski's mind. His eyes glaze over as he sees himself. Korinski is strapped onto a leather chair. The same scenario plays out. He looks into the orb. He sees himself. Leather chair, orb, him. Leather chair, orb, him. Leather chair, orb-
+
Korinski: (sickly) Please, stop.
+
SCP-8026-A: We're not done. You haven't even smiled yet.
+
Korinski coughs. Every other iteration of him follows with a slight delay.
+
SCP-8026-A: Is this what you want? To sit here and test everything out until we find the one? The one perfect you?
+
Korinski struggles to breathe. The binds on the chair dig deep into his chest. He shouldn't have put them on.
+
SCP-8026-A: I don't know why you're fighting this. I'm only showing you how to be better.
+
SCP-8026-A puts its head back on and turns it clockwise. Its head reflects the pulsating green from the stars. It shines on Korinski. Like a spotlight. He shuts his eyes and looks away.
+
SCP-8026-A: Is this what you want?
+
Korinski shuts his eyes tight.
+
Korinski: I don't know.
+
SCP-8026-A paces around him for several laps.
+
SCP-8026-A: I wish I could tell you things were going to be okay. But they won't. If you don't get up and pick a future, you're not going to get anywhere.
+
Korinski groans.
+
SCP-8026-A: I'm the only person doing this for you right now. People beg to have this level of insight. So when I give it to you, I want you to respond correctly.
+
SCP-8026-A squats down to reach Korinski's eye level. The spotlight is brighter and hotter now. It's burning my skin.
+
SCP-8026-A: Just tell me what you want, and I can give it to you. Easily.
+
Korinski gets red in the face. He tries his best to stare down at SCP-8026-A and give a firm answer. It comes out as soft as ever.
+
Korinski: No. I don't want this.
+
SCP-8026-A gets up. They tower over him me. It's scary.
+
SCP-8026-A: Then I'll make you.
+
«END LOG»
+
+
By request of Jr. Researcher Kadek Korinski on the grounds of the Ethics Committee Privacy and Protection Act, further documentation on SCP-8026-A ceased. Further attempts to communicate to Jr. Researcher Korinski about SCP-8026 have proven unsuccessful.
+
Addendum 8026.2: Aftermath
+
On October 22, 2025, Korinski was found in an unconscious state, clutching SCP-8026 in a fetal position next to its containment locker. Camera footage shows him prying the containment locker open, evidenced by his bruised and bloody hands. A note was found stapled to the inside of the locker.
+
+
I'm going off to dream.
+
+
Korinski was brought to the infirmary for further study. After several months, the Foundation scheduled his euthanization due to a lack of research value and unlikeliness for recovery.
"Is the recording on, AKASHA?" "Affirmative. Overwrite error. Report has been sent to Archival Staff. Affirmative. Overwrite error. Report has been sent to Archival Staff. Streaming feed in real time." "WE'RE ALREADY IN THE TIME LOOP WHAT DO WE DO NOW?"
Special Containment Procedures:
+SCP-8088 has a scheduled maintenance check every month as agreed upon by the Storith City Council and the Foundation External Affairs department. Maintenance teams must consist of at least one machine engineer, one magitech engineer, one thaumaturge, and one archivist.
+
Description:
+SCP-8088s are a series of 1 meter pillars surrounding Area S-531. They function as a passive security system and containment vessel for the city, trapping intruders in a Type-2 Temporal Displacement Area in which the perceived threat will repeat its actions within a three minute time frame, indefinitely, until relevant personnel arrive to investigate the matter.
+
+
+
INCIDENT REPORT 8088:03/02/2024
+
After an anomalous citizen of Storith broke instance #888 of SCP-8088 on a transfiguration accident, an off-schedule maintenance team from the Foundation was sent to fix it. The city council decided prior to this day that the culprit, juvenile, would have to assist fixing the pillar alongside the team then to be lectured about safety to atone for the mistake. Unfortunately, SCP-8088 seemed to have already considered the teenager as a threat, and activated its protocol autonomously. Following this report are the logs regarding aforementioned incident.
+
+
+
+
MISSION LOG 8088:03/02/2024
+
Supervisor: Dr. Athena Blake, Eng.D
+Staff: Devon Daniels, B.Magtech; Arcanamagister Magnus Maxime; AKASHA.aic in automaton body
+Other: Emily Sucrose, High School Freshman, Citizen of Storith
+
Dr. Blake: -cording on, AKASHA?
+
AKASHA.aic: Affirmative.
+
Dr. Blake: As per document I1.3.23.8088, the reason for this off-schedule maintenance trip is to fix an 8088 instance that was broken by force. Incident was an accident, with details printed on that I can read out loud, or the incident-related personnel can retell into the recording.
+
Ms. Sucrose:(sigh) I fucked up. Tried to shapeshift, did something wrong, stepped on the peg. I'm sorry.
+
Researcher Daniels: I think it's more wanting to know about how something hard as diamonds can break like that.
+
Am. Maxime: Technically diamonds break very easily which is why in mag-
+
Researcher Daniels: Yeah yeah yeah whatever did it crunch into a billion pieces or what?
+
Ms. Sucrose: Ugh, are all nerd-Foundies like this? I thought the MP2s were bad with the questioning shit.
+
Dr. Blake: We can get back on topic so this gets over with faster. At present, we are walking down the hill border where the eight-hundreds-numbered iterations are installed.
+
Am. Maxime: Wait so I can cast a barrier on all of us before proceeding. The air already smells like purple static.
+
Researcher Daniels: Yeah and I can see the. Yeah that's broken pretty bad, actually, that's awesome. (Whistle) Well, I guess that means you don't have problems turning kaiju-size, huh, kid? Oh- thank you Maxie.
Dr. Blake: Your friendliness sounds antagonizing, Daniels. If Ms. Sucrose punches you I won't help- ah, wait, I'm a little allergic to lightning magic, can you cast the barrier on me one more time, Arcanamagister?
+
Ms. Sucrose: Don't enable me, I might do it. Ah- thank you, uh, ser wizard. Does the robot not need it?
+
Am. Maxime: Not this one, no. If anyone is nauseous from the mana pressure as we walk nearer I have ante-potions on me as well.
+
Ms. Sucrose: Oh, uh… Dr. Blake, since I broke it, do I have to do anything specific to help fix the thing?
+
(There is sound of glass and electricity as Researcher Daniels performs a gravitational spell to sweep up the shards of SCP-8088.)
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Dr. Blake: Not really, just hold the cords while Daniels and I fix it. If you'd like to learn the science, Arcanamagister Maxime used to tutor magical physics for kids your age.
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Am. Maxime: Will not charge you a dime on the first lesson. On my word.
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Dr. Blake: Okay, I'll begin the repairs now. Central knot in check, shards accounted for, all staff and presiding in check. Is the recording on, AKASHA?
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AKASHA.aic: Affirmative.
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Dr. Blake: As per document I1.3.23.8088, the reason for this off-schedule maintenance trip is to fix an 8088 instance that was broken by force. Incident was an accident, with details printed on that I can read out loud, or the incident-related personnel can retell into the recording.
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Ms. Sucrose:(sigh) I fucked up. Tried to shapeshift, did something wrong, stepped on the peg. I'm sorry… wait.
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Researcher Daniels: I think it's more wanting to know about how something hard as diamonds can break like-
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AKASHA.aic: Overwrite error. Report has been sent to Archival Staff.
Ms. Sucrose: …ah, no, I. Well, part ancient dinosaur or whatever and I thought if I did it far away I wouldn't hurt anybody.
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Researcher Daniels: Dinosaurs are ancient by default, by the way.
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(Ms. Sucrose blinks hard at Researcher Daniels, both to express annoyance and as a method of trying to confirm the situation. Researcher Daniels tilts his head down in confirmation.)
+
+Am. Maxime: I think based on context it would fit better to say arcane dinosaur. Is it a magical dinosaur?
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Dr. Blake: We can get back on topic so this gets over with faster. At present, we are walking down the hill border where the eight-hundreds-numbered iterations are installed.
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Am. Maxime: Wait so I can cast a barrier on all of us before proceeding. The air already smells like purple static.
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Researcher Daniels: Yeah and I can see the. Yeah that's broken pretty bad, actually, that's… can you read back what the thing does, specifically, Athena?
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(Arcanamagister Maxime casts the protection spell on all personnel.)
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Dr. Blake: It's Dr. Blake on official business, Daniels. But yeah, sure, SCP-8088s are a series of 1 meter pillars surrounding Area S-53. They function as a passive security system and containment vessel for the city, trapping intruders in a Type-2 Temporal Displacement Area in which the perceived threat will repeat its actions within a three minute time frame, indefinitely, until relevant personnel arrive to investigate the matter. Oh, can you cast the barrier twice on me, Arcanamagister? I'm a bit allergic to lightning magic.
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Researcher Daniels: Uh-huh. And it took three minutes for us to walk down this hill?
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Dr. Blake: Well, Type-2s aren't true timeloops as they can still be affected by things outside its range. We have safety protocols in case something happens.
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(Researcher Daniels casts the same gravitational spell as before while dialogue continues.)
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Ms. Sucrose: But in theory if something did f- mess up, or if we get stuck here, we would be fine, right?
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Dr. Blake: Plenty are watching, because this is an unusual repair time. Besides, AKASHA just sent a report on some small error and is probably broadcasting or recording this somehow.
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Am. Maxime: It is unusual that you don't know for sure, Doctor.
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Dr. Blake: I was caught a little unprepared, is all.
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Ms. Sucrose: Also, is there anything I can do to help fix it? I broke it, so this is kind of my fault.
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Dr. Blake: Just hold this roll of cords while Daniels and I fix it. If you'd like to learn the science, Arcanamagister Maxime used to tutor magical physics for kids your age.
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Am. Maxime: Will not charge you a dime on the first lesson. On my word.
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Dr. Blake: Okay, I'll begin the repairs now. Central knot in check, shards accounted for, all staff and presiding in check. Is the recording on, AKASHA?
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AKASHA.aic: Affirmative. Overwrite error. Report has been sent to Archival Staff. Affirmative. Overwrite error. Report has been sent to Archival Staff. Streaming feed in real time.
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Ms.Sucrose: Oh no.
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The reports continue cycling for several more minutes, until Archival Staff notified the Engineering Department and the local Foundation Security Staff on standby. An emergency meeting was soon held to deal with the incident.
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EMERGENCY MEETING LOG 8088:03/02/2024
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Mediator: Head of Thaumaturgic Engineering Prof. Dr. Diana Daniels, Magtech.D
+Staff: Security Commissioner Assad Al-Azhar; Chief Billy Carryman, Storith Chief of Police
+Archiving: Officer Magpie; AKASHA.aic
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Prof. Daniels: With these files distributed I will formally start this emergency meeting. Issue du jour: SCP-8088's activation on off-schedule maintenance.
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Al-Azhar: Thank you, Professor. I would have thought extracting the engineering staff in our usual method would prove success, but you summoning us onto a video call proves otherwise.
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Carryman:(Whistles.) Jumping on business, apparently.
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Prof. Daniels: Oh no, I much prefer this direct approach. We rescue my son faster if we move this along.
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Al-Azhar: Of course, professor. Now explain how we can extract the crew effectively, if you will.
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Prof. Daniels: Type-2 Temporal Displacement Areas differ from type 1s that are true time loops, meaning that we can directly interfere without causing damage to the flow of time outside of local spacetime. That is also its largest danger, as any variable can quickly change the procession and outcome of the loop. Considering SCP-8088's condition being in shards and looping directly as it is being repaired, the object cannot be reset from the grid like it usually is.
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Al-Azhar: I asked how we can extract the crew effectively.
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Prof. Daniels: And I am telling you the hazard of doing it by brute force. If you both fuck up, the loop will either take you both, rip spacetime, or some other unknown variable that we cannot foresee. We need a different approach, and preferably, doing so without touching SCP-8088.
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(Carryman glances at Al-Azhar.)
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Carryman: I mean I don't know, I didn't finish arcane school but can't we just un-magic it? Dispel it for a bit, get them out, put it back?
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Prof. Daniels: The barrier is holding off the outside radiation and the creatures that come out of the deep woods. Foolishly, SCP-8088 was constructed on a single grid with a single cord of knots between every iteration.
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Al-Azhar: A century ago there were no real engineering codes, so it's a reasonable flaw.
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Carryman: Okay, what else can affect the crew?
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Al-Azhar: Can we blast memetics in there, as to make them hurry up and fix it?
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Prof. Daniels: Hm… not bad conceptually. They will have to fix the iteration in under three minutes, which will prove challenging.
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Carryman: Three minutes isn't even enough time to glue that thing together, I'm guessing.
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Prof. Daniels: I literally just said it like that. An-
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Carryman: Wait, look at the feed.
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(Feed shows Ms. Sucrose crying and hitting AKASHA's body, with Researcher Daniels attempting to get her to calm down. She repeatedly blames herself in frustration, and he eventually holds her in a light hug. Chief Carryman uses the video call draw function to circle Researcher Daniels' face.)
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Carryman: I think your kid knows it's looping but isn't telling.
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Prof. Daniels: I would not find that surprising. He has a very high cognitive resistance score, and I taught him to always gather data before moving forward.
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Al-Azhar: In the first loop, he asked whether it "crunched into a billion pieces" when Miss Sucrose broke it. Did he ask that truly to make light of it, or could he have predicted this risk?
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Prof. Daniels: That is… possible. Rather likely, actually.
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(A silence passes.)
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Carryman: Are we moving to strategy talk now?
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Prof. Daniels: If my son is aware, then he can be our way into the system. The problem is that memetics aren't that effective on him due to his resistance.
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Al-Azhar: What about the girl?
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Carryman: She's just a kid, the others won't listen. The robot's a better bet than her.
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Al-Azhar: She is least affected by the ordeal, and I assume we all saw the same footage. Several times over. She is a regular civilian with no resistance training, just immune to the time loop memory wipe out of natural talent. Not using her to succeed is willfully being ineffective.
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Prof. Daniels: I agree conceptually, but your language needs work, Assad.
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Al-Azhar: …of course, Professor. I'll get the memetics projector online.
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Carryman: I'll get the usual rescue team to stand by.
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Prof. Daniels: Thank you, gentlemen. Meeting dismissed.
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A memetic projector filled with information regarding the mechanics of SCP-8088 soon arrives at the scene, with Commissioner Al-Azhar making a physical appearance to man the projector himself. Chief Carryman sends six policemen and an ambulance, but remains in his office throughout the incident. Miss Sucrose's mother arrives on scene as well as her family, having been notified by Carryman as per legal procedure.
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Dr. Blake: Is the recording on, AKASHA?
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AKASHA.aic: Affirmative. Overwrite error. Report has been sent to Archival Staff. Affirmative. Overwrite error. Report has been sent to Archival Staff. Streaming feed in real time.
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Ms. Sucrose: WE'RE ALREADY IN THE TIME LOOP WHAT DO WE DO NOW?
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Dr. Blake: God lord- why did you shout- oh. Wait, you've never read this document, how do you know about the temporal-
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Am. Maxime: It would seem she is the only one unaffected, if true.
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Dr. Blake: I have no reason to suspect she is lying, but, you did break it. Is this about something else, actually?
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Researcher Daniels: I think, we should just keep going and fix it. Talking about the how it happened will take too long.
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(Dr. Blake gives Researcher Daniels an incredulous look.)
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Ms. Sucrose: My head hurts.
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Dr. Blake: And you're making an excuse to get out of doing this?
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Am. Maxime: Athena.
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Dr. Blake: Okay. Let's go, then. We can get back on topic so this gets over with faster. At present, we are walking down the hill border where the eight-hundreds-numbered iterations are installed. The extra weight is proving to be a hindrance, and babysitting some kid isn't worth the disturbance to just doing our jobs.
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(Researcher Daniels casts the same gravitational spell as before, but now deliberately manouvers the shards so that the residue dust gets into Dr. Blake's shoes and jacket.)
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Ms. Sucrose: Ugh… ow…
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Am. Maxime: I think you might have pressure sickness. I have antepotions on my person for that. One moment.
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Ms. Sucrose: Thank you. I think the electricity is giving me visions or, something, I dunno.
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Dr. Blake: If you're going to help, hold these. Daniels and I will fix it and we can all go home. Central knot in check, shards accounted for, all staff and presiding in check. Is the recording on, AKASHA?
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Ms. Sucrose: Hey Mister Daniels…
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AKASHA.aic: Affirmative.
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Dr. Blake: As per document I1.3.23.8088, the reason for this off-schedule maintenance trip is to fix an 8088 instance that was broken by force. Incident was an accident, with details printed on that I can read out loud, or the incident-related personnel can retell into the recording.
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Ms. Sucrose: Mister Daniels can, if he wants to.
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Dr. Blake: …sure I guess? Why him when you know the story best, being the direct person responsible?
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Ms. Sucrose: Why indeed.
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Researcher Daniels: Well, uh. She told me a little ago she's been getting visions about the peg. Maybe it has memetic effects we don't know about?
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Dr. Blake: …when was this?
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Ms. Sucrose: On the walk-
+Researcher Daniels: In the car-
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Dr. Blake: …Daniels. Just because you're childish does not mean you can collude with the child to pull whatever prank you're trying to do.
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Researcher Daniels: But you love me?
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(Dr. Blake makes a mock-gagging noise.)
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Am. Maxime: Speaking of that. If any of you get nauseous from the mana pressure, I have antepotions on my person. Wait while I cast the protection spell, as we approach, I can smell the purple static.
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(Arcanamagister Maxime casts the spell, and everyone thanks them. They cast it one more time for Doctor Blake when requested. They approach the broken SCP-8088 instance wordlessly.)
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Ms. Sucrose: Hey, is there anything specific I can do to help?
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Dr. Blake: Noth-
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Ms. Sucrose: Not even helping anchor the central knot, putting a conductor inbetween the nodes temporarily so the grid doesn't disconnect as you and Daniels fix it? Which is why you're about to ask me to hold the extra rope?
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Dr. Blake: Daniels, ping security.
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Researcher Daniels: I think they're already here, actually. Memetic cannon, can pierce distortions. My mother was on the team that made it.
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Am. Maxime: We would have all seen the same visions if that were true. Well, I mean, technically. Unless it were mounted on and shot directly at Miss Sucrose.
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Researcher Daniels: SCP-8088 is already a strong memetic on top of a temporal anomaly. It's why it's the security system. We have resistance training for that, and she's a kid, so they probably thought this was the best bet.
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Dr. Blake: Okay, okay, okay, let's just fix this. Really fast and we can talk later. Is the recording on, AKASHA?
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AKASHA.aic: Affirmative. Overwrite error. Report has been sent to Archival Staff. Affirmative. Overwrite error. Report has been sent to Archival Staff. Streaming feed in real time.
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Dr. Blake: As per document I1.3.23.8088, the reason for this off-schedule maintenance trip is to fix an 8088 instance that was broken by force. Incident was an accident, with details printed on that I can read out loud, or the incident-related personnel can retell into the recording.
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(Miss Sucrose looks expectantly at Researcher Daniels.)
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Researcher Daniels: …hey just for a refresher, can you re-read what it does? Not aloud. Read it word for word.
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Dr. Blake: …uh huh, okay, what's this about?
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Researcher Daniels: Specifically, the perceived threat will repeat its actions within a three minute time frame, indefinitely, until relevant personnel arrive to investigate the matter.
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Am. Maxime: Oh… shit.
+Dr. Blake: Fuck.
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Researcher Daniels: Athena, you swore! In an official document!
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(Dr. Blake smacks her mouth shut.)
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Ms. Sucrose: The Outside is streaming in information right now. Uh, we have to fix it within three minutes.
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Researcher Daniels: Like a bomb defusing.
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Am. Maxime: Technically this is a re-fuse-ing. A rope is a fuse, so the pun-
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Researcher Daniels: Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'll race all of you there!
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Dr. Blake: Hey wait!
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(Everyone runs downhill towards SCP-8088. Arcanamagister Maxime does not cast the barrier spell in time before Researcher Daniels casts the gravitational spell. This causes Doctor Blake to sneeze repeatedly, and the cycle repeats before the instance is fixed.)
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AKASHA.aic: Affirmative. Overwrite error. Report has been sent to Archival Staff. Affirmative. Overwrite error. Report has been sent to Archival Staff. Streaming feed in real time.
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Dr. Blake: As per document I1.3.23.8088, the reason for this off-schedule maintenance trip is-
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Ms. Sucrose: Ser Maxime, please cast protection now, we have to fix it in three minutes. Cast it twice for Doctor Blake. She'll sneeze really bad without it.
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Researcher Daniels: I think I can sweep from here while you do that. Sorry. Thank you.
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(Arcanamagister Maxime shrugs and does the spell. It is unclear whether they have realized their perdicament or not.)
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Dr. Blake: Daniels, hey, you'll tell me if we fucked up, won't you?
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Ms. Sucrose: I'm the only one who fucked up here, Doctor Blake. Just like that judge asked, I should be the one to fix it.
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Dr. Blake: …alright. Well, I mean, if you'd like to learn the science, Ser Maxime used to tutor kids your age.
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Am. Maxime: Will not charge you a dime on the first lesson. On my word.
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Ms. Sucrose: I'll ask my mom if we can.
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(Engineering team descends the hill, and fixes SCP-8088. Researcher Daniels uses his wand as a flashlight as he helps Ms. Sucrose assist Dr. Blake.)
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(The instance was physically fixed with three people working on it. However, nothing happens, and Dr. Blake realized she never confirmed the recording status of AKASHA at the start. The loop begins again.)
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The reports from AKASHA.aic continue. The first loop after the one above had Ms. Sucrose yelling at the crew that it was futile and they were trapped forever. Researcher Daniels tried his best to re-center her to the mission at hand. During this time, Ms. Sucrose's mother requested to say something into the projector. Commissioner Al-Azhar granted the request out-of-procedure to mitigate stress, but immediately contacted Director Blockplan within unexpected incident protocol.
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(For brevity, this is part of the loop where Arcanamagister Maxime offers their tutoring, just when SCP-8088 was to be fixed.)
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Mrs. Sucrose: Hey kiddo.
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Ms. Sucrose: Oh, augh, what- mom? My mom's on the projector now.
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Researcher Daniels: Tell us what she's saying, I'll point where your hands need to go.
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Mrs. Sucrose: I know you're stressed in there, but, I-
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Ms. Sucrose: Sorry I failed the whole. Becoming a dinosaur thing, mom. I'll be responsible like this from here on out.
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Mrs. Sucrose: That's okay. It's getting dark on the outside. I read the file on what the barrier is… and then I watched the CCTV of you doing it the first time again and I was just thinking…
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Ms. Sucrose: My mom has an idea. Maybe.
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Researcher Daniels: I'll try anything at this point.
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Mrs. Sucrose: I think it wants to catch giant you. Because maybe it doesn't think you're the monster, but you kind of are, so it's confused.
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Miss Sucrose:I think it wants to catch giant you. Because maybe it doesn't think you're the monster, but you kind of are, so it's confused. Is what she says.
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(SCP-8088 is fixed with thirty seconds to spare.)
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Miss Sucrose: Dinosaur transformation, take two.
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AKASHA.aic does not declare an error. The engineering team escapes, with only Miss Sucrose3 left looping in the temporal anomaly. The loop does not start atop the cliff like the other iterations, but starts at the very moment she stepped on SCP-8088 in the first place.
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Ms. Sucrose(Kaiju): Oh fuck-
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(Miss Sucrose flicks her tail to counterbalance, landing clear of SCP-8088. Her neck sways in excitement at the sight of the now fixed and working post.)
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Ms. Sucrose(Kaiju): Alright! Now I just gotta… Oh. Right.
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Thankfully, extracting her proved no further incident. Commissioner Assad helped Miss Sucrose walk to the medical tent, where the rest of the engineering team were waiting. Mrs. Sucrose, her husband, and second child were waiting with food, comforting Miss Sucrose from the ordeal she went through.
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She will be lectured regarding safety practices at a later date, by Arcanamagister Maxime, as is bound by protocol.
Special Containment Procedures: Specimens of SCP-822 are contained in an isolation chamber at Biological Containment Site-103. Personnel may not approach within 5 meters of the chamber at any time; watering and soil conditioning are to be done via automated systems and any maintenance work must be done remotely with robotic assistance.
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Description: SCP-822 is a species of cactus similar in appearance to Lophophora williamsii (Peyote) but with significant differences as the plant reaches maturity within a period of approximately thirty (30) days. As SCP-822 nears maturity, a large gas sac forms within the center of the plant as it reaches its typical maximum dimensions of approximately 10cm in height and 25cm in diameter. This sac is filled with volatile gasses including ████████, ████, and several substances unique to SCP-822. At the same time, the skin of SCP-822 hardens until it reaches a point not unlike sheet metal and seeds begin to form just under the skin. Once the plant is fully mature, it flowers and begins extruding a pheromone that serves to attract mammals of sufficient mass to trigger its anomalous property.
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Through an unknown mechanism, whenever any living creature of sufficient mass (approximately 10-20 kg) approaches within 3 meters of SCP-822, the central portion containing the gas sac violently detonates, causing shrapnel-like shards of SCP-822's skin to fly through the air. These fragments are capable of embedding themselves into the skin and flesh of any living creatures nearby, which carry the seeds of SCP-822 away. Living creatures struck by these fragments that do not die from physical trauma eventually succumb to a potent neurotoxin synthesized by the fragments within three (3) to six (6) hours.
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SCP-822 was first discovered at a military proving ground near [REDACTED]. SCP-822 was reported to the Foundation after 3 personnel were killed when they drove a vehicle near a large patch of SCP-822 and a fourth managed to return to the base before expiring. Subsequent investigation of the infested area turned up hundreds of specimens of SCP-822 as well as the corpses of dozens of animals that had wandered into the area and been killed, some of which had SCP-822 growing directly from their bodies. After sample specimens were collected, the entire area was subjected to firebombing, incinerating all remaining SCP-822 in the area.
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Experiment Log 822-1:
+Record of experimentation performed to determine limits of triggering mechanism for SCP-822.
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Date: █/██/██
+Subject: D-9912
+Procedure: Subject equipped with a military-grade bomb suit and instructed to approach SCP-822
+Results:
+SCP-822 detonates as Subject approaches within precisely 3 meters of specimen. Shock sensors record blast as equivalent to the detonation of a ████ ███ land mine. Subject suffers injuries consistent with being in close proximity to high-explosives detonation, such as ruptured eardrums.
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Date: █/██/██
+Subject: Robotic rover, approximately 20 kg in mass
+Procedure: Manipulation of specimen of SCP-822 using rover attempted
+Results:
+Subject successfully approaches SCP-822 and successfully uproots SCP-822 specimen. However, specimen is dropped while moving away, causing specimen to detonate. Rover badly damaged.
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Date: █/██/██
+Subject: D-9989
+Procedure: Subject is restrained completely as to prevent any movement, specimen of SCP-822 is moved towards Subject via robotic rover
+Results:
+SCP-822 specimen detonates when brought within 3 meters of Subject. Subject survives initial detonation but succumbs to neurotoxin.
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Date: ██/█/██
+Subject: D-9989 (Deceased)
+Procedure: Specimen of SCP-822 moved towards dead body of Subject
+Results:
+SCP-822 does not detonate, even when placed directly on body of Subject.
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Date: ██/██/██
+Subject: D-10021
+Procedure: Specimen of SCP-822 placed against wall of isolation chamber designed to completely absorb all sound, vibration, and temperature fluctuation. Subject instructed to move towards SCP-822 while separated by wall of isolation chamber.
+Results:
+SCP-822 detonates when Subject approaches within 3 meters of specimen. Minimal damage to isolation chamber, no harm to Subject.
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"Apparently SCP-822 is capable of detecting living creatures within its trigger radius, despite not being able to "see" the target, detect its sounds, or feel any shifts in temperature. More experimentation needs to be done to determine how it does this." - Dr. █████████
The story of a curse that haunts a family for generations for a sin that they don't know they committed, but continue to commit, and the people who tried to save their loved ones in the wrong way.
To: Dr. Philip Grant (Inter-Anomaly Experimentation Department, Chief)
+From: Frederick Bowe (Pentagram, Ambassador)
+Date: 31/08/2001
+Subject: SCP-935 Archived
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Doctor Grant,
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I hope you're having a good day. I reach out to you to inform you that I'm done with the archival submission for SCP-935:
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SCP-935-ARC.pdf
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Thank you a lot for your assistance in helping my family, and I hope this improves our future relationship with the Foundation.
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Sincerely,
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Frederick Bowe
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NOTE: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS FOR HISTORICAL REFERENCE ONLY.
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This file has been locked and archived due to SCP object being reclassified as an "-ARC". Information contained within may be inaccurate or fail to reflect the most recently available data.
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If you wish to edit this file or have any questions regarding its status, please contact the Records and Information Security Administration (RAISA) or email your IntSCPFN server administrator.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-935 is contained inside a standard containment locker at Site-19. When SCP-935 breaches containment, the recontainment of the object will begin under the Bowe Protocol. The recontainment of SCP-935 will only occur with the recovery of SCP-935-1. In the case that SCP-935-1 is found dead, the Bowe Commission SCP-935 Research Team will trace the subsequent SCP-935-1 subject.
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The Bowe Protocol is the current method utilized by the Bowe Commission Research Team, with the assistance of SCP-935-1. The subjects of SCP-935 are assisted with the decommissioning of SCP-935 and, in the case of failure, the body of the subject will be returned to the family with a coverup story for their death.
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Description: SCP-935 is a box of playing cards dating back to eighteenth-century Brandenburg, Germany. Physically, the cards are in a worn but playable condition. Inside the box, the top card reads: “Sins of the father, crimes of the son. For the cheating committed centuries ago, you and your descendants will suffer the consequences of your ancestors."
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SCP-935 affects the Bowe family, and all members that are selected by the object are classified as SCP-935-1. When the subject reaches 41 years of age, 935 will teleport into the possession of the subject; before both the subject and 935 disappear. The time of disappearance is unknown, but it is estimated that it lasts to the corresponding card game. Recovery of the subject alive has failed thus far.
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Once SCP-935-1 is in possession of SCP-935, the top card will show the instructions of the specific card game that will be played. Besides the instructions, SCP-935 will give two warnings to the subject: not to cheat during the game and not to lose against it. Failure to follow these rules will result in the death of SCP-935-1.1 When the game begins, SCP-935 will move on its own according to the development of the card game. When the game finishes, SCP-935 will return to its inactive state and wait for the next subject, repeating the process.
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Addendum 935.1: Discovery
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Colonel Adrian Bowe and Dr. Wernher von Braun discussing the test of the ballistic missile (1956).
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SCP-935 was discovered after the death of Colonel Adrian Bowe while supervising a Foundation ballistic missile test on 03/02/1956.2 Officially, the test was a coordination between the Foundation and the Army Ballistic Missile Agency in Site-150.3 Alongside site security, the colonel's cousin, Lieutenant Stan Bowe, was brought to the scene to confirm the identification of the colonel's body.
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Lieutenant Stan Bowe discovered the anomaly alongside the body and questioned the research staff in charge of the missile's test. His results were inconclusive and he decided to report the problem to the colonel's superior, J. Edgar Hoover.4 The Lieutenant informed him of the colonel's death and volunteered to study the anomaly in the unit. Director Hoover denied the request and informed him that the object would be transferred to the Foundation. Finally, he handed the will of the Colonel to the Lieutenant, which is attached below
If you read this, it means I'm dead — looks like lady luck wasn't on my side. When you find my body, you'll find an old box of cards near me: that box is the cause.
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I'm not the only who's died like this: your dad, Oliver; my ma', Abigail. Our cousins, brothers, sisters, grandparents and great-grandparents. Of our future wives and children, and those that will come from them. For the last eighteen years, I've kept it in secret from our family, because your father asked me to.
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Supposedly, these cards have some sort of curse, something to do with "cheating". Personally, I don't care and I don't want to know about that crap. I only needed to know how to destroy this thing but as you see, it didn't work so well.
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I left my inheritance to my children, but I leave you all the work of our ancestors: Hoover will give the information you may need, and transfer it to the Foundation under your lead — I figured they were the fittest to assist in our work, I hope it helps. I only ask for two favors: one, take care of my wife Sarah, as well as Little Oliver and Janey. I couldn't bare losing them like this. Second, make sure you destroy this shit. Make it pay for what it has done to our family, and what it will do if you let it.
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Best of luck, prick.
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Semper fidelis,
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Adrian Rye B.
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Addendum 935.2: Relevant subjects of SCP-935
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From the containment of SCP-935 on 03/02/1956 to the death of General Stan Bowe on 09/07/1970, the General was the Head Researcher of SCP-935 as well as the Director of the Bowe Commission. During these fourteen years, the General dedicated his life to the recovery of historical documents of the Bowe family in order to assist in the termination of SCP-935. Between 1956 and 1970, seventeen members of the family died because of the object.
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However, little progress was achieved in the termination of the anomaly, the mitigation of its anomalous capabilities, or its origin. However, General Stan Bowe and the Bowe Commission compiled the most relevant subjects terminated by SCP-935. The most important writings left by the victims aware of SCP-935 are attached below:
It's a shame I don't have more time left, my dear, but I cannot go against our Lord's calling. It saddens me that you cannot visit your mother in her last days, but more so what will happen next. That's why I've made sure that this letter reaches you, as well as our family's property. While this may be incredibly valuable in this earthly world, it cannot be compared to the Kingdom's glory and the great gift of life given to us. That's why it saddens me because our gift of life does not belong to us anymore. From your father's side, at least.
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I'm currently 71. I've lived a long life, I married your father late in life, after becoming a widow. It was strange to me as to why he married an older woman, but now I know: I was an experiment, to see if I could survive the curse that plagues us. He died early, and I only lived because I was given mercy from the wrath of our Lord. The source of this punishment comes from this box of cards, which will be with this letter.
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The box is the reason for your father's death. And while I shouldn't have gone against our Father's wrath, I'm your mother. I'm supposed to protect and I hope that God can forgive me for what I did: after asking for help from our bishop and being unable to stop it, I asked for the help of occultists to decipher the why of our Lord's punishment. They failed as I should've known and soon, I caught this disease that I suffer. This is another punishment, one that I cannot stop, and one that I will die knowing I have sentenced my children to. I'm sorry, my child.
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Maybe one day we will stop this curse, and receive the forgiveness of our Father. But that will only happen if we redeem ourselves. From what? I wish I knew. But what I want you to know, Henry, is that I want you to be the next patriarch of the family. You're one of the few remaining elders of our blood, and you're the only one I can trust with the task of our blood's survival. Continue our tradition: early marriages with elder families, and many children. That's the only way our family will be saved.
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I wish I could've seen you one last time on this Earth, but maybe we will meet again in Heaven if God allows it.
Portrait of Brig. General Henry Bowe from the United States Cavalry archives (1887).
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To William,
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Damn it all to Hell, my last attempt to get rid of these damned cards and all because of some Indians. I know you advised me not to trespass protocol, but I'm the Director of the Initiative,5 so I can do whatever I want. You wanted to exploit the recent revival of magic, thaumaturgy, or whatever the fuck you people call it nowadays. The problem is that I was running out of time, you were running out of time, and our family was running out of time.
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When I stepped to Window Rock, the memories of the war passed through my eyes. Even when we gave them land, they fought for more — they just couldn't stay where we told them to stay. I saw one or two people that I captured before, and the word of my arrival quickly spread. Short enough, I was greeted by the leader of the largest clan and I ordered him to bring me to his healer. I knew that he was insulted by my presence, but he followed my orders.
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When I met the shaman, I explained the situation. He listened carefully and begrudgingly accepted my order. He had the help of some assistants and performed a ritual that lasted for who knows how long. He asked me if our family was guilty, and I returned with a question: whose family isn't? He didn't like my answer, but he continued. By the time the sun had set, he answered: the cards are not a divine punishment like our mother believed. The shaman said that these cards hold a vengeful spirit and that it emanated a burning hatred toward me. He confirmed that it was a punishment, but he didn't know of what.
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I assumed that was the case, and I asked if he could do anything to purge this spirit: he told me he could. I ordered him to do so, and he denied my request. I reached for my bag and tossed him a dozen dollars, so he could buy food in the nearest base. He didn't take it, so I stood up and left — they could've helped me, but they decided not to.
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So next week, after approval from President Arthur, I sent the Cavalry and ordered them to pick up the shaman, his assistants, and their families. Like a few years ago, I ordered my men to take them for a long walk. When the shaman decided to not help our family, to pursue revenge for what I did, they dug their own grave. Lately, I've heard stories, that their spirits now roam the land. In a way, they remind me of us: dead spirits seeking revenge for what happened to them.
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William, just like I did to those Indians, I want you to do the same to those cards: an eye for an eye. For me, for yourself, and for our family.
Site-19's portrait of Dr. Oliver Bowe from the Scientific Department archives (1934).
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To Adrian,
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My boy, please forgive me, I failed to keep the promise I swore to your dad to protect you. I don't have much time left to continue my research and neutralize our family's curse. I did everything I could to stop it, and it depresses me that I wasn't the one chosen to save our family.
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As I write this letter to you, I wish I could've used the time I put in my studies to spend more time with you and Stan. I wish I could turn back time, to stop this curse from ever happening, and return to grow old and watch you two become men. But there's no point in regrets now, and all that's left is to pray that I win this sick game.
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In the case I don't, I ask you, please finish my work — our family's work. You'll receive everything you need to know along with this letter. I found almost nothing new with one exception: when the cards kill us, it leaves a message. I've compiled these messages in my notes and you can see them for yourself. I didn't want to believe it at first, but I can't deny the evidence: it seems it has faith in us. Each time that it leaves a message, it reads as if it were disappointed in us. And it has done so every time I've found one of our family members dead.
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It wants us to play fairly, but we've either lost the game or cheated. The strategies we have used so far have failed, and we must change in order to win. Now that I know this, I must test this theory. I hope I live to tell you because I can't bear leaving without you knowing this. Cross your fingers, Adrian.
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My boy, promise me that if I die, you'll take care of your cousin. I'll die for both of you if I have to, but I wouldn't be at peace if he also went through what I will. Forgive me, my boy, for putting this weight on your shoulders — but we must save ourselves because we only have our family.
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I don't know what these cards think we're guilty of, I just know we are, and I'm sorry I couldn't redeem ourselves. These are my last words to you, so please keep them close to your heart: I love you, and Stan. You two will be in my heart when I play this twisted game.
Portrait of General Stan Bowe from Bowe Commission archives (1969).
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To Willis,
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Hello, son. Happy 10th birthday. I always enjoyed watching you grow every year, but I'm sorry I wasn't there to see you blow out your candles. I won't hug you and give you your present. However, I'll pay it back. I'll give you, and our family, our life back. This will be my present for your birthday, and many more to come. I love you and your mom, Willis, always remember that.
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In the case, that someone else finds this letter: a secret operation occurred. SCP-935 broke containment and took me with it. I used my most trustworthy personnel to breach anomalies and use them against SCP-935, to increase my chances of success. Even if I die, I won't without a bang.
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Those who collaborated with me, and later stopped my attempts to detain the anomaly, I only have something to say: damn you. When I die, I'll have the name of the soul inside SCP-935. And when I do, the rest of the pieces will fall in place. I know that the Foundation won't finish the job — that fate is not meant for you, but someone from my family. That job will be theirs to finish. You can thank me when I meet you back in hell.
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Willis, when you find this letter, know this: once I'm done, our family's name will be disgraced in the Foundation. Our name will be damned, as it is right now. But that's the price we must pay to keep our family alive. Willis, I entrust you to bring back our name to the place it rightfully belongs — upkeep our legacy, my son.
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To the Foundation, General Stan Joseph Bowe, signing out.
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To my family,
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Addendum 935.3: Incident 935-D
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Photograph of a destroyed hallway in Sector-5 of Site-19 after Incident 935-D (1970).
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Incident 935-D occurred on 09/07/1970 after the containment breach of SCP-935, which caused the disappearance of General Stan Bowe, from here on referred to as SCP-935-1. During his disappearance, a secret operation was carried out by Bowe Commission personnel closely related to SCP-935-1 to aid in the neutralization of the anomaly, by utilizing luck and probability-related SCP objects to increase the game in favor of SCP-935-1.
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The breach of these objects suddenly shifted the localized probabilistic field, causing the operation to devolve into a containment breach. Despite the loss of control by the Bowe Commission personnel, the anomalies were delivered in time to the location of SCP-935-1 in Site-19. However, the anomalies did not aid in the neutralization of SCP-935 and after the recontainment of breached anomalies, the involved Bowe Commission personnel were captured with the exception of SCP-935-1.
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SCP-935-1 was not neutralized by the anomaly, but shot himself when surrounded by site security. The senior guard in charge of apprehending SCP-935-1 stated that he yelled a name to the security team, before committing suicide. After the announcement of the death of the subject, the remaining loyalists surrendered. SCP-935-1's body was recovered and returned to the family under a cover story, as well as with official state honors. SCP-935 was found alongside the body of SCP-935-1, and the top card was rewritten with the following message:
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After the recontainment of the anomaly, the Bowe Commission was disbanded, and its personnel were either reprimanded or returned to the Pentagram.6 The SCP-935 Research Team was given complete authority on the project. The Bowe Protocol was repurposed to active containment and suppression of the curse to the Bowe family, because of the difficulties in the method used by the Bowe Commission in its containment procedures against SCP-935. Ever since Incident 935-D, the attempts to decommission SCP-935 have ceased.
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