Special Containment Procedures: SCP-021 is an obligate parasite of the human body. Containment, therefore, is no more difficult than containing an adult human; most cells will suffice. Item is currently housed in detention cell 217-A on subject D-139. Only class D personnel are eligible for hosting SCP-021. As long as a given subject survives as a host for SCP-021, he is exempt from normal monthly terminations of class D personnel.
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Description: SCP-021 takes the form of a large and elaborate tattoo of a serpentine dragon in the oriental style, covering approximately 0.8 square meters of skin. This tattoo is fully animate within the confines of its host's skin and behaves largely as a normal animal would, albeit in only two dimensions. The tattoo's movement causes constant pain to its host, comparable and similar in character to simultaneous tattooing and tattoo removal on a large scale. The organism tends to spend most of its time on and near the torso. SCP-021 displays no intelligence beyond a basic pattern of feeding and locomotion, although actually measuring the intelligence of a two-dimensional life-form has proven impossible thus far.
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SCP-021 appears to feed exclusively on pigments in the host's skin. This can include melanin, in which case the subject appears to be suffering from vitiligo. However, the organism shows a marked preference for other tattoos and will seek out and devour these before resorting to natural pigments. It should be noted that the feeding process itself, beyond the sensation of movement, is painless; normal tattoo ink simply vanishes as it is 'eaten'. The organism maintains a constant size, and no excretions have been observed. The organism is capable of clearing over 0.6 square meters of skin per hour. One may 'feed' SCP-021 by (quickly) tattooing fruits or small animals on the host.
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SCP-021 can be transferred between hosts by various forms of physical contact, with differing rates of success. In the case of successful transfer, the organism simply 'swims' from one person to the other. Sexual intercourse appears to be the most reliable method of transfer, with a 93% rate of transmission. However, due to the severe pain involved, this is less than ideal. Contact between two open wounds is generally preferable. Transfer is more complicated in deceased subjects, though not unreasonably so; the organism suffers no ill effects from the death of its host and continues to consume pigments. Transmission between species is unknown; previous tests suggest it to be either impossible or exceedingly rare.
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SCP-021 does confer some benefits to its host. The tattoo has been proven to accelerate the release and re-uptake of epinephrine and decrease lactic acid buildup, providing boosts of strength, confidence, and pain tolerance in stressful situations and reducing the usual after-effects of weakness and fatigue. In addition, the tattoo seems to have some beneficial effect on the host's immune system. Aggression profiles in hosts are generally higher than average, though whether this is a direct effect of the tattoo or simply a reaction to the constant pain remains to be seen.
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The symbiotic relationship is usually limited by how long the host can tolerate such pain in everyday life. This has culminated in suicide in a number of subjects. In rare cases, hosts have also fallen victim to fatal skin infections.
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SCP-021's origins and nature are a mystery. Tracing its transmission from host to host is hardly feasible within the confines of secrecy, and the organism could well be hundreds of years old, if not more. Nevertheless, SCP-021's captivity is one of the longest in the Foundation's history at nearly [DATA EXPUNGED] years, and has been very educational thus far. Current research focuses mainly on observing the characteristics of life in two dimensions.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-097 is contained within the limits of the property where it was initially discovered, Zone-SCP-097. The property is surrounded by an 8 metre tall concrete block fence, fitted with barbed wire and security camera systems. Satellite images of Zone-SCP-097 are to be doctored, removing all traces of the area.
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Any and all new plant growth outside the containment area suspected to originate from within the SCP is to be sterilized through application of boiling saltwater and/or incinerated. Absolutely all abnormal behaviour is to be reported to Doctor Bridge within ten minutes of occurrence. If any personnel or their families experience hallucinations or thematically related dreams outside of containment, they are to contact Doctor Bridge to schedule treatment.
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Localities surrounding SCP-097, specifically [REDACTED], are to be monitored from the first of April until the first of November every year for affected civilians. Medical establishments dealing with sleep abnormalities are to be monitored for signs of SCP-097’s influence. Civilians below the age of 16 encountered alone within 1 square kilometre of Zone-SCP-097 are to be taken into Foundation custody and are to be treated with a Class B amnestic and returned home, or the nearest police station. Personnel tasked with the return of civilians are to avoid public exposure; each Agent is to be assigned a cover story to follow if they do encounter civilians en-route to their destinations. See Level 3 staff for details.
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The morning after the first frost of the year, a team of twenty-five Agents armed with agricultural tools are to enter SCP-097 and clear away the outer plant matter. This process is not to continue past dusk.
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Description: SCP-097 is a ten acre area of land in the state of [REDACTED], in the Midwestern United States. It is the abandoned remains of the [REDACTED] County Fair 1969, an area of approximately 2.3 km2 (approx. 5.4 sq. mi). Structures within the SCP area exist in a state of moderate disrepair, consistent with the expected age and environment.
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At the centre of SCP-097 lie the remains of a 1956 GMC pickup truck, majority of which is crushed beneath a colossal pumpkin of unknown subtype, henceforth SCP-097-01. SCP-097-01 stands approximately 7.4 metres (24.3 feet) tall and 8.1 metres (26.8 feet) in diameter at its widest. Current estimates put SCP-097-01 at approximately 15,000 kilograms (approx. 33,070 pounds). This pumpkin remains roughly spherical in shape, instead of spreading out under its own weight as would be expected of a plant of its size.
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The remaining portion of SCP-097 (approx. 2 km2) is overgrown with several dozen varieties of pumpkins, with over seventy subspecies yet identified, and many previously unknown to agriculture. Many of these pumpkins have been shown capable of growing to enormous sizes, the average estimated weight being around 250 kilograms (avg. 550 lbs). These pumpkins, along with the assorted other crops, grow with, on and around the remains of the 1969 fairgrounds, creating a mazelike arrangement of plant life. The average height of the “walls” within SCP-097 is 1.6 metres, though this may vary from year to year.
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Between April and November each year, the area within SCP-097 has produced a number of anomalous phenomena ranging from benign to implicitly aggressive. To date, seventeen Agents have been severely maimed within SCP-097, eight having died. See Event Log SCP-097 for a brief listing of recorded phenomena.
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Addendum - Historical Note: Prior to the construction of SCP-097's containment wall, instances of what are now known as SCP-2171-1 were occasionally observed to form fragmented 'walls', and at one point a near-complete ring, of 2171 around SCP-097's area of effect. This behavior ceased following the containment wall's completion. The purpose and implications behind this interaction are as of yet unknown.
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Effects of SCP-097 on Children: In addition to its immediate effects outlined in Event Log SCP-097, SCP-097-01 appears to produce an undetectable signal towards children in an undetermined range. For clarity, “children” will refer to individuals up to the age of 8 10.
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Beginning in early April, civilian children within SCP-097’s undefined range may be overcome with somnambulism on clear nights. Affected children will move around their homes, stopping to face closed doorways for several seconds before moving to the next nearest doorway, eventually returning to bed. At first, this behaviour will occur only once a week, beginning with only the doors on a single floor. This sleepwalking will become more frequent, by mid-August happening every night. If forcibly awoken at any time during these episodes, they will scream for several seconds before succumbing to a degree of confusion. After an affected child is awoken in this manner, the effect will cease, and the child will never show any further signs of SCP-097’s influence.
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Over the course of two to three months, these episodes will become more thorough, affected individuals seeking out each doorway inside their home, as well as those on their household’s property, such as garages, car doors, and fence gates; eventually, they will begin visiting the front doors of neighbours. Beginning in September, affected children who have remained undisturbed during these episodes will begin to remain outside at sunrise, laying on grass near their homestead and returning to full REM sleep. Affected children may recall dreams centering around autumn activities.
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Between September 1st and November 1st, if the affected children have not been awoken during the preceding sleepwalking episodes, they will cease the previously established activity during the sleepwalk, and instead begin to walk directly towards SCP-097’s location. They will travel over fields and down secondary roads, steadily moving towards SCP-097. Local geography consists mostly of undeveloped Foundation-owned property, facilitating uninterrupted travel. Upon arrival at SCP-097, an affected child will sit down before SCP-097-01 and begin singing unidentifiable gibberish as music begins to play. While a number of instruments have been recorded, simple drums and pipes are the most consistently encountered.
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After several minutes, childlike entities will crawl out from tangled flora, or break out of larger pumpkins within SCP-097. The children will be wearing whatever they were last seen with, most often pyjamas or similar clothing. Many of these entities match those children known to be lost to SCP-097-01.
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The entities will surround the affected civilian child, dancing and singing in a circle as SCP-097-01 begins to emit dim light. The affected child will awaken, normally expressing a great deal of terror; the instant any vocalization is produced, the entities will swarm and kill the child. Methods used are different in each instance, but usually involve dismemberment or strangulation. At this point, any and all efforts to interrupt the entities will fail, whether through breakdown of equipment, sudden intangibility of the subjects, or express violence on the part of SCP-097.
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After the death of the affected child, SCP-097-01 will split open and the entities will hurl the remains into it, before climbing in themselves. SCP-097-01 will then close, and the music will stop.
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Before the containment wall was erected, at least ██ children between the ages of 3 and 10 are known to have been lost to SCP-097. See Event Log SCP-097 for current examples of SCP-097’s behaviour.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1092 is to be housed in a 5 by 5 by 2.5 meter cell that is completely watertight and is capable of being filled and drained via an installed pumping system. During its parasitic stage, SCP-1092 will be contained in one (1) domestic pig of no less than 54 kg. During this phase, SCP-1092's host is to be fed regularly and otherwise treated as a normal animal. After two (2) months time since initiation of the parasitic stage, the containment cell will be flooded with 40 cm of water and SCP-1092 will be allowed to enter its aquatic stage. The body of its former host will be incinerated. After four (4) months, another domestic pig meeting the same specifications will be placed into the inundated cell. Upon successful infection, the water will be drained and boiled three (3) times at no less than 200°C before being disposed of.
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All individuals who experience direct contact will SCP-1092 or its containment area will be analyzed with X-ray radiography after leaving. In light of Incident A, personnel suspected of exposure to SCP-1092 will be quarantined for no less than two (2) weeks, during which time they will receive full body X-ray scans every 48 hours. Those infected will be monitored until SCP-1092 exits its parasitic phase terminated (see Addendum 1092-02).
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Description: SCP-1092 is an Osteichthyes class fish, during its aquatic phase virtually indistinguishable from other related fishes, except for a tendency toward aggression. However, only adolescent and adult instances of SCP-1092 have been observed outside of a living host; juveniles are obligate parasites. The fish infects the circulatory system of its host, absorbing oxygen and nutrients directly from the host's blood. Once in the bloodstream, instances grow from less than a millimeter in diameter to many times their original size, the largest recorded specimen being 2.1 cm in diameter (extracted from the host's aorta). The way SCP-1092 initially establishes an infection is not clear; however, it is theorized that its tiny eggs enter the bloodstream through cuts and lacerations on the subject's flesh, which would explain its aggressive tendencies. It has been known to infect a number of large mammals, including goats, sheep, humans, █████████, and pigs.
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Subjects infected by SCP-1092 often experience fatigue, weight loss, and increased appetite. Further, many subjects affected will report "fluttering" or "squirming" sensations inside their body. Nevertheless, it must be noted that a significant portion of those infected experience no noticeable symptoms until the parasite has matured to the end of its parasitic stage. Once the fish have matured within a host for 6-9 weeks, they will be ready to enter their aquatic stage. SCP-1092 will generally wait for its host to be contacting or surrounded by a significant amount of liquid water (SCP-1092's mechanism for detecting water outside the hosts' body is under investigation, see Document ██████). When the host contacts water, all mature instances of SCP-1092 will forcibly expel themselves from the hosts body, using their teeth to cut through blood vessels and epethelium. Subjects will sustain anywhere from minor injury to severe blood loss and death, depending on the location and severity of infection.
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It is important to mention that a small but notable portion of subjects will experience a secondary stage of infection. In these individuals, SCP-1092 will travel up the carotid artery, at which point [REDACTED].
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Addendum 1092-01: Incident A
+Unknown to any Foundation staff at the time, Agent ██████ was exposed to SCP-1092 and the infection progressed unchecked for at least 6 weeks (it is hypothesized that Agent ██████ was initially infected via a small cut on the inside of his lip). SCP-1092 exited his body without warning while he was taking a shower in facilities at Site ██. Although medical attention was given almost immediately, the hemorrhaging proved too extensive and Agent ██████ died within the hour.
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Addendum 1092-02: Incident B
+A member of the research team investigating SCP-1092, Dr. █████, despite having no prior history of violent behavior was somehow able to gain control of [DATA EXPUNGED], resulting in a site-wide containment breach, including the temporary release of SCP-███, SCP-████, and SCP-███. This was suspected to have been a distraction staged in order to allow Dr. █████ to [REDACTED] unnoticed. The subject was finally terminated only five kilometers away from the Colorado River Aqueduct. Upon autopsy, the subject was confirmed to have an advanced-stage SCP-1092 infection in his brain.
Special Containment Procedures: Although SCP-1107 cannot be directly contained, it is important that knowledge of SCP-1107 not be released to the public. As SCP-1107 is difficult to receive, cover-up is easily accomplished by the insertion of agents into the United States' National Aeronautics and Space Administration. These agents have been attached to research groups studying the telemetry from the following long distance space probes:
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More surveillance is only required should further long distance space probes be launched.
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Addendum 1107-09: Following the translation work by Dr Holst, suggestions for reacting to SCP-1107 are outlined by procedures in Addendum 1107-08.
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Description: SCP-1107 was discovered in 1977, in telemetry received from the Pioneer 10 long distance space probe. It has been subsequently re-discovered by any space probe that ventures further than 12 astronomical units (approximately 1.8 billion km) from the sun.
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SCP-1107 consists of a radio signal in the extreme-low-frequency range, normally observed at less than ██ Hz. The low frequency and intensity of this signal means that it is extremely susceptible to interference from natural and man-made sources of particle-based and electromagnetic radiation. As a result, it can only be reliably distinguished from background radiation when the receiver is at extreme distance from any source of interference. Most crucially, this includes the electromagnetic radiations emitted by the sun, limiting reception to the outer solar system.
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The signal exists as a series of low frequency, amplitude modulated carrier waves. The modulation of the signals varies discretely from either a high or a low amplitude, displaying characteristics of a digitally encoded message. The bandwidth of these signals is extremely low, with estimations of the bit-rate being around 90 b/year. Despite this low data transmission rate, SCP-1107 clearly represents a transmission of intelligible data within our solar system. Currently, the information content of these signals is unknown.
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Triangulation of the signals by the available probes has determined that they are emitted by objects found in the Kuiper belt and Oort cloud in the outskirts of the solar system. Lower bound estimates on the number of objects emitting these signals suggest that there are over █ million separate transmitters.
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Telescopic observation of some of the nearer transmitters reveals them to be asteroid like bodies. Spectrograph analysis of these bodies reveals them to contain unusually high purity silicon and silicate based crystals, with phosphorous and boron based dopants. Thermal telemetry reveals a discrepancy in the amount of solar energy absorbed on the "hot" (sun-facing) side of these objects and the infra-red energy emitted by the cold (outwards-facing) side. Foundation researchers have hypothesised that this discrepancy would be sufficient to allow extraction of energy for useful tasks. However, the energy extracted would be almost negligible, suggesting that such tasks would either need to be very small, or be carried out over a long time. Given that no mechanical action has been observed by SCP-1107 emitters, the most likely purpose of this task would be some form of information processing activity.
As of ██/██/20██, Dr Holst has made significant breakthroughs in the translation of SCP-1107. This was largely accomplished by associating certain common patterns within SCP-1107 with astronomical positions, and planetary orbital information. Dr Holst reports that the language of SCP-1107 bears similarities with computer based languages, however with greater provision for parsing semantic content such as used by sentient individuals. The following is an attempted translation of the most broadcast signal found within SCP-1107. The low bit-rate of SCP-1107 means that this signal has been recorded over a ten year-span, with further recording ongoing.
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The [unclear, possible amalgamation of "hot", "life" and "intelligence"] has ascended once more.
+It is time for [me/us] to act. [Possibly an interrogative]
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Given the implications of this, the WCS committee has been tasked with suggesting an appropriate contingency response. Currently, the only procedures forwarded have been protocol 06-MOSES or protocol 11-PORCUPINE. Neither of these are considered satisfactory at this time.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1184 is stored in a secure locker at Site ██. Access to SCP-1184 requires Level 4 Level 5 authorization and a complete test script. While SCP-1184 is in use, no fewer than two armed guards wearing purpose-built soundproof headgear with an external audio feed and recording hardware, and thus able to hear the test without being subject to SCP-1184's effects, will monitor the test to ensure that the script is followed. Any deviation from the script will result in detainment or termination.
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Description: SCP-1184 appears to be a simple gold ring in the style of a wedding band and engraved with the word "Veritas" (the Latin word for "truth") on the inside of the band. SCP-1184 has an unusually high density of 21.2g/cm3, higher than almost any terrestrial material, and thus the visible gold surface is believed to be plated over another, possibly exotic, material. Only nondestructive testing has been permitted on SCP-1184 to date, and therefore the composition of its interior cannot be verified.
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While wearing SCP-1184, everything the wearer (henceforth known as the "speaker") says is accepted as the absolute truth by anyone able to hear and understand them (henceforth known as the "listeners"). Simple, easily accepted statements are taken at face value without apparent surprise, as with instructing D-class personnel that they will in fact receive a full pardon at the end of the month. Statements which are clearly at odds with reality, such as "I know this looks like an ordinary ballpoint pen, but it is in fact the nuclear aircraft carrier U.S.S. Enterprise", may create a significant amount of cognitive dissonance, depending upon the listener and situation. Listeners have been observed reacting to "impossible" statements in several ways:
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1) Simply accepting the statement as fact without regard for its impossibility. Listeners told that a pen is an aircraft carrier and exhibiting this reaction would subsequently identify the pen as an aircraft carrier without appearing to find this fact remarkable. This is by far the most common reaction, and most test subjects never seem to notice anything unusual no matter how impossible their beliefs are.
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2) Inventing (sometimes quite elaborate) confabulations to explain away the impossibility of their beliefs. Listeners exhibiting this reaction may invent fantastic stories involving shrink rays and disguise generators to explain how the ship came to resemble a pen.
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3) Very rarely, listeners may conclude that the failure to "properly" perceive reality is their own fault. Listeners exhibiting this reaction may appear confused and claim that they are hallucinating or believe themselves to be suffering from other mental problems. Depending upon the nature of the implanted belief, this may cause extreme stress and anxiety over their inability to see the "truth" of the situation, and this may lead to actual psychological problems manifesting even in previously healthy individuals.
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There are no recorded cases of any subjects either realizing that their beliefs have in some way been manipulated or concluding that their implanted beliefs are untrue, no matter how seriously they disagree with reality or how plainly SCP-1184's effect is explained to them. Even SCP-1184 itself cannot override beliefs previously implanted by SCP-1184; the subject is unable to conclude that either belief is false, even if they directly conflict. A conflict between two SCP-1184 beliefs appears to have a higher risk of causing a psychotic break than a conflict between an SCP-1184 belief and reality, but the effect has not been quantified.
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Despite being absolutely convinced of the truth of statements heard under the influence of SCP-1184, listeners remain able to accept future changes of state. For instance, telling a listener that "this door is closed" convinces them that the door is currently closed, not that the door can never at any point in the future be open. If the door were in fact open, a listener might walk over to the open door (which they had been told was closed), pantomime opening the door, and then walk through it without incident, interacting normally with the door in the future.
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SCP-1184's effect only manifests when both the speaker and listeners understand the language being spoken, and listeners are hearing the sound directly from the speaker's lips. In particular, the following situations have never been observed to cause any anomalous effects to manifest:
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Attempts to utilize SCP-1184 for its beneficial effects have been hampered by the fact that it also affects the speaker, who will become equally convinced of the truth of their statements. This has proven true even in the case of speakers who cannot hear themselves, as even completely deaf speakers (unlike deaf listeners) have proven to be subject to SCP-1184's effects.
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As no means of directly using SCP-1184 without being subject to its effects has yet been discovered, the following indirect test procedure forms the foundation of all SCP-1184 use:
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Test Procedure 1184-Sigma
+1) Secure test subject(s) within SCP-1184 test chamber.
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When properly followed, this procedure results in all test subjects being implanted with the desired beliefs, without adversely affecting any SCP personnel. Strict adherence to the procedure is essential, as mistakes can and have led to loss of life or breaches of security. In particular:
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The word "voluntarily" was added to the test protocol after a subject apparently decided that "do not do or say anything" meant that she could not breathe.
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The requirement for a prerecorded speech was instituted after several incidents of flubbed lines by researchers. The consequences of these mistakes were generally relatively minor, but in the most extreme case [DATA EXPUNGED].
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The initial speech to the test subjects must still be given "live" by the researcher for SCP-1184 to function, and thus has been kept short to minimize the chance of mistakes.
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The test subject wearing SCP-1184 remains a weak point in the process, as any misunderstanding or mistake in repeating the prerecorded speech's words can result in the wrong message being delivered. The SCP-1184 test chamber is equipped with an airtight door, separate ventilation system, and hydrogen cyanide gas canisters for this eventuality.
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During Incident-1184-7, Dr. ██████, then the head researcher on SCP-1184, deliberately deviated from his test script, instructing the D-class personnel to [DATA EXPUNGED] and using SCP-1184 to force everyone else he encountered to assist him with his plans. Over the course of his escape attempt, Dr. ██████ made 47 known statements while wearing SCP-1184, and at least ██ more which could not be deciphered from available security footage. Dr. ██████ was of course familiar with SCP-1184 test procedure and worded his statements carefully to avoid deluding himself, but shortly before exiting the facility it seems that a careless mistake caused him to convince himself that [DATA EXPUNGED], and he was easily captured and terminated. His final statement was inaudible in security footage, but the leading theory is that he stated something to the effect of [DATA EXPUNGED] upon realizing that the site had gone on full lockdown, thus rendering himself helpless.
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After careful psychological screening and review of security footage, many of the staff affected by Incident-1184-7 were eventually cleared to return to active duty. The affected D-class personnel were [REDACTED]. The current Level 5 approval and armed guard requirements were instituted in the wake of this incident.
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History: SCP-1184 was discovered in a mental facility in ████████████, ██ after reports of strange incidents came to the Foundation's attention. A Foundation team discovered SCP-1184 being worn by a patient known only as the King of ██████, being waited upon hand and foot by doctors, nurses, and other patients. The patient's true identity is unknown, as his name badge, room identification, and all medical records consistently referred to him as the King of ██████. All doctors, nurses, and patients in the facility suffered from a wide range of delusional beliefs concerning him, and the Foundation team charged with investigating the incident quickly fell under the "King"'s power. A backup team with soundproof headgear was able to neutralize the "King" and his sycophants, ultimately determining that the gold ring he wore was the source of his unusual power. Interrogating the "King" regarding SCP-1184 proved futile, as the repeated careless use of SCP-1184 had left him deluded about his history, location, and identity.
Given that SCP-1184 was involved in at least one unauthorized use and may have been used on any of us before, during, or after that incident, there is no way for us to truly verify our facts. We believe that Dr. ██████ was undone by a careless misstatement, captured, and ultimately terminated. We believe that we are still in possession of the genuine SCP-1184, and not a worthless replica or merely an empty locker. We believe that we have brought in unaffected individuals from other Foundation sites in order to verify these facts. We believe that they have done so. We believe that we are researchers working for the Foundation. We believe that we show up to work every day and study various objects, including SCP-1184. We believe that we have homes, spouses, and children. But we have no means of determining, even in theory, if any of these facts are actually true or are merely delusions instilled by a user of SCP-1184.
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Special Containment Procedures: News media is to be monitored for mentions of anomalous pets. Any such mention is to be investigated by MTF Omega-3 ("Zoo Keepers"). If an instance of SCP-1240-C is found then amnestics and cover stories are to be used as necessary, and the instance is to be sent to Site-██. The Internet is to be regularly searched for SCP-1240-A. Any instance of SCP-1240-A found is to be scrubbed by Foundation computer experts, and MTF Omega-3 is to be sent to the originators of the instance to investigate and administer amnestics.
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Instances of SCP-1240-C are housed in the anomalous animal containment wing at Site-██. Testing of instances of SCP-1240-C may be done with the permission of Dr. ██████. Personnel wishing for new instances may submit a written request to Dr. ██████. If she approves, she will procure the new instance herself.
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Description: SCP-1240-A is the mailing address [REDACTED]. The street █████ does not exist in ████████, and an extensive search of area code █████ has resulted in no leads. Any letter or package sent through the post to SCP-1240-A vanishes mid-route. Sending a letter or package to the adjacent house numbers ███ or ███ on the same street result in the letter or package being returned to sender.
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SCP-1240-B is a business, organization or entity associated with SCP-1240-A, which is simply known as "Mail Order Pet Shop". Sending a letter with a return address to SCP-1240-B at SCP-1240-A, with the letter mentioning a specific type of animal, will result in an instance of SCP-1240-C being delivered five (5) to seven (7) business days later to the return address. The letter does not need to actually place an order for an animal: simply mentioning an animal in any context will provoke a delivery of SCP-1240-C. Letters not mentioning a specific type of animal will produce no response; all requests for a catalogue of available animals have been ignored. Payment is not needed in order to receive the instance of SCP-1240-C. All checks which have been sent with requests for animals have gone uncashed. SCP-1240-C will appear at the front entrance to the return address sometime during daylight hours, at a moment when no one is directly observing the front entrance; no delivery person or delivery vehicle has ever been observed. If the front entrance is monitored by cameras the cameras will momentarily fail, and SCP-1240-C will appear during that moment.
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SCP-1240-C is an animal, which will always be delivered within a living environment or a means of transporting the animal. SCP-1240-C will never be the type of animal mentioned in the letter which provoked its delivery, but it always imitate some of the behaviors of the mentioned animal. Where the physiology of the animal would prevent the behaviour from being imitated, the imitation is achieved through anomalous means. What enables the anomalous behaviour is unknown, since all instances of SCP-1240-C have gross, fine and cellular anatomy identical to non-anomalous members of the same species, as well as identical biochemistry and DNA.
SCP-1240-C-12 was received in a wire cage stocked with cedar sawdust, pellet feed and a water bottle. SCP-1240-C-12 "swims" through the air via unknown means at the same height an adult guinea pig holds its body off the ground, and can move over any obstacle a normal adult guinea pig could. It is constantly coated in a film of salt water which never dries out. It has no difficulty eating vegetable matter, even though its teeth are completely unsuited for the task, and has survived for over a year on a diet of vegetables, even though anglerfish are obligate carnivores.
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Animal mentioned: Deep-sea anglerfish.
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Animal received: Domestic rat (R. norvegicus).
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SCP-1240-C-13 was received in a fish tank filled with salt water. It was dead on arrival. Necropsy revealed that, although the specimen's lungs were full of salt water, the cause of death was not drowning, but decompression sickness.
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SCP-1240-C-21:
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Animal mentioned: Breeding pair of piranha.
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Animal received: Breeding pair of golden hamsters (Mesocricetus auratus).
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SCP-1240-C-21 was received in a fish tank full of fresh water. They breathe underwater, and "drown" when they attempt to breathe air. They swim by stroking their paws through the water, though the speed and agility with which they swim is much greater than should be possible by that means of locomotion. They eat flesh and predate on fish like piranha, but store food in their cheeks like normal hamsters.
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After several months in Foundation possession they mated in the manner of normal hamsters. The female grew gravid over time like a normal hamster, but engaged in no nesting behavior. After giving birth it paid no attention to its infants, similar to a female piranha laying eggs. The infants were curled up into tight little balls, and grew in size as time went by, without receiving any milk from the mother. When they reached the age that normal hamster weaned they uncurled and began swimming and eating like their parents.
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SCP-1240-C-30:
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Animal mentioned: Corn snake.
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Animal received: Worker ant (Tetramorium caespitum).
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SCP-1240-C-30 was received in a terrarium which was fitted out in a manner typical for one used to house a corn snake. SCP-1240-C-30 moves like a normal ant, and will climb over vertical and upside-down surfaces, unlike a corn snake. It seems to have the same senses and sensory range as a corn snake, but still waves its antenna when sensing its surroundings. It has shown no anomalous equivalent to the constricting behavior of corn snakes. When presented with a dead mouse, it will run at the mouse with a speed much greater than an ant should be able to achieve, and when it reaches the mouse its mouth (but not mandibles or the rest of its head) swells to an enormous size and partially engulfs the mouse. It then engages in a "gulping" behavior which moves the mouse further into its mouth. After the mouse is fully engulfed in the mouth it is slowly moved to SCP-1240-C-30's thorax, and then from the thorax to the metasoma (abdomen), with its body elastically stretching and shrinking to accommodate. When the mouse is fully in the metasoma SCP-1240-C-30 will attempt to move to a resting place. However, since its thorax and legs will be lifted off of the ground due to its distended metasoma, its legs fruitlessly wave around in the air. An hour later the waving of its legs will slow down and then stop, which is presumed to be SCP-1240-C-30 going into a dormant state.
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As time passes the bulk within the metasoma shrinks; it is unknown where the mass goes. When the mouse has been digested down to hair and claws the anus will momentarily swell and the remains will be expelled, at which point SCP-1240-C-30 will be able to move again.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1286 is contained in its original installation. The basement of “█████ ██ ████”, an entertainment venue located in Manhattan, New York that contains SCP-1286 has since been retrofitted with standard containment procedures outlined in this document.
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The appearance outside of Area-1286 has not changed and should not change since it has been retrofitted, save for the removal of advertisements on the building, and window galleries which have since been removed and replaced with solid walls. The front doors to Area-1286 lead into another hallway where screening procedures and identification protocols must be carried out each time personnel leave and enter the facility. Only one individual may be screened at any time.
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At least two armed guards with concealed weapons and incapacitating agents must be posted in front of the main entrance at all times. Non-personnel attempting to access the venue are to be intercepted and turned away immediately. The use of lethal force is not recommended due to public traffic in the location. Disinformation personnel working with local law enforcement will deal with all casualties at times when this becomes an issue.
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The basement area of the venue is to be kept clear of personnel at all times, and communication with SCP-1286 must be carried out with wall mounted audio devices unless otherwise specified by SCP-1286. No personnel save for the site psychoanalyst, Dr. Sanders, is at any time to attempt to approach SCP-1286 or converse with SCP-1286. Dr. Sanders is to have an audio link with the containment cell at all times.
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Personnel who may be seen leaving and entering the facility must be dressed in proper business wear, according to disinformation protocol “U.S. Government Critical Infrastructure Facility” that has been circulated with local media outlets.
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Description: SCP-1286 appears to be a plastic replica of the "Fat Man" atomic bomb. On the left of the hull is an acrylic drawing of a man frowning. Located in the rear is a small loudspeaker attached to the object with duct tape. SCP-1286 occasionally communicates through this device.
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SCP-1286 claims to be a functioning explosive. SCP-1286 presents great difficulties to all personnel responsible for containment in the sense that it will continually debate with staff as to why it should detonate. When approached, SCP-1286 will begin rocking back and forth on its own volition; containment personnel who have observed this report it filling them with a great sense of dread, although researchers are not sure as to whether or not this effect is memetic or due to SCP-1286's apparent nature. Further testing is to be done with unbriefed personnel.
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The only confirmed anomaly regarding SCP-1286 is the tendency of personnel in charge of the containment of SCP-1286 to gather around the live feed from SCP-1286's containment cell whenever the device begins rocking. How this is coordinated is not known but it is reported to be sudden and compulsive, causing extreme anxiety for those present in a small radius outside of SCP-1286's walls.
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SCP-1286 was discovered in the basement gallery of █████ ██ ████, an entertainment and art venue located in Manhattan, New York. Two agents attended the opening event "Sad Man visits Chelsea with some Fr1ends" due to concern with specific textual content of posters and other advertisements displayed before the gallery's opening.
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After the exhibit opened, guests were ushered into the basement room containing SCP-1286 by a guide wearing orange shorts and a bandanna concealing the face. The figure's identity is not currently known, although it is believed to be the creator of SCP-1286. The figure spoke through a small orange microphone, the voice was projected through a loudspeaker in SCP-1286's hull with various phrases such as "I'm just a sad little bomb!", and "Tick, tick, tick, baaaw…". After the space of half an hour, the figure placed the microphone on the ground after which SCP-1286 continued its phrasing unaided.
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Addendum 1286-B Session 23:
+The following is an exchange between SCP-1286 and Dr. Sanders. The conversation is typical.
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SCP-1286: Doc? Doc? Are you there?
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Dr. Sanders: Yes, Jeffrey. You wanted to be called Jeffrey, correct?
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SCP-1286: Yeah, doc. Can we talk?
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Dr. Sanders: Of course, Jeffrey.
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SCP-1286: I’ve been thinking about how I’m a bomb, right?
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Dr. Sanders: Yes, you appear to be an atomic bomb.
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SCP-1286: I’ve been having an… what do you call it? Existence crisis? I feel like… I’m supposed to explode, I mean, I’m a bomb…
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Dr. Sanders: It’s normal for you to feel that way, Jeffrey, but let’s be rational here; you might kill thousands upon thousands, and the fallout would kill even more.
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SCP-1286: But that’s what I’m supposed to do! I’m a bomb; I can feel it in my core, I mean, there… my… trigger, it's cold but it could be warm if I just… flicked it.
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Dr. Sanders: Jeffrey, we've been over this many times. If you keep responding like this, we may have to disarm you.
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SCP-1286: But you won't! You won't because if you come near me… I'll fucking do it! I'll blow you all to hell!
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Dr. Sanders: Jeffrey, please, you'll kill a-
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SCP-1286: Say I won't!
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SCP-1286 begins rocking back and forth slowly for a space of 15 minutes, occasionally tilting to an extent that would typically cause an object of such weight to fall over on its side. Seven (7) site personnel observed with what appear to be panic attacks and three (3) personnel exhibit syncope during the event.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1401 has been permanently closed to civilian traffic as of ██/██/19██; construction of an alternate highway linking affected communities is pending. Permanent road barriers have been erected to deter automobile traffic; plainclothes security personnel are to surveil SCP-1401's termini to deter foot, bicycle, or motorcycle traffic from entering. All Foundation traffic along SCP-1401 for purposes of installing monitoring equipment, road maintenance, etc. is to begin and end during daylight hours only; in the event that any stay within SCP-1401 extends past the end of civil twilight, personnel are to park their vehicles and remain in position until dawn. No personnel are to travel along SCP-1401 during nighttime hours except D-Class undergoing testing.
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The Foundation is to monitor police communications in all regions where SCP-1401-1 is capable of manifesting for any report of vehicle activity indicative of SCP-1401-1. Foundation first response assets are to shadow any known SCP-1401-1 instances and document their movements and identities until such time as SCP-1401-1 demanifests or Mobile Task Force Kappa-101 ("Convoy") and Special Medical Unit 738 arrive on scene. No attempt to intercept or damage SCP-1401-1 is to be made without MTF Kappa-101 and SMU 738 support. In the event of an SCP-1401-1-related accident or an uncontained police interception, Class-A amnestics are to be issued to all survivors and first responders.
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Refer to addenda for information regarding disposition of SCP-1401-1 passengers.
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Description: SCP-1401 is a former stretch of U.S. Highway ██, initially paved during the first wave of transcontinental motor trail construction in the early 20th century. SCP-1401 stretches for approximately 112 km through rural and uninhabited areas of the state of [REDACTED], linking the cities of [REDACTED] and [REDACTED], and intersects no other roads or highways between those two termini.
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SCP-1401 exhibits no anomalous properties during daylight hours, and may be traversed safely. During nighttime hours, however, approximately █% of motor vehicles traveling along SCP-1401, regardless of whether they were traveling east or west, do not arrive at their destination and cannot thereafter be located by any means. Thorough surveys of SCP-1401 have located no trace of any wreckage or signs of accidents or collision. During tests conducted with D-class personnel driving from one end of SCP-1401 to another, onboard monitoring equipment has spontaneously failed during disappearances, and pursuing airplanes and helicopters have noted the test vehicle's headlights spontaneously deactivating concurrent with equipment failure, as well as instantaneous disappearance of the test vehicle's heat signature from onboard infrared imaging equipment. In tests where aerial pursuit was close enough to shine a spotlight directly on the test vehicle, no disappearances have occurred to date.
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Since SCP-1401 was closed to civilian traffic, 57 Foundation test vehicles and their personnel have disappeared within, as well as 3 non-test vehicles which remained within SCP-1401 after dark due to engine failure and subsequently attempted to return before sunrise. SCP-1401 does not affect airborne vehicles, foot traffic, or persons on non-motorized vehicles. Based on the nature of several instances of SCP-1401-1, it can be inferred that SCP-1401 has possessed its anomalous properties since shortly after it first came into service. The Foundation became aware of SCP-1401 in 19██, when traffic along SCP-1401 decreased significantly due to the opening of Interstate ██, which bypassed it as an arterial road, and a correlation was first determined between disappearing motorists in the region and persons traveling along SCP-1401.
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SCP-1401-1 consists of several hundred anomalous motor vehicles, with license plates and physical descriptions matching those of vehicles known to have disappeared while traveling SCP-1401. 738 unique instances of SCP-1401-1 have been identified to date, 31 of which have been identified as former Foundation test vehicles. The oldest identified instance, designated SCP-1401-1-3, is a 1916 Ford Model T; the newest, SCP-1401-1-732, is a 2006 Toyota Camry formerly used as a Foundation test vehicle. The total number of SCP-1401-1 instances is unknown; based on the rate of occurrence and historical rates of traffic along SCP-1401, the total number of vehicles affected by SCP-1401 is speculated to be in excess of 10,000.
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87% of SCP-1401-1 instances have been sighted within a 1000 km radius of either of SCP-1401's termini; however, SCP-1401-1 manifestations are capable of occurring in any jurisdiction that has paved roads, where motor vehicles drive on the right side of the road, and automobiles manufactured for the US market are legal for on-street driving. All SCP-1401-1 instances have been observed only during nighttime hours.
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Upon manifesting shortly after dusk, an instance of SCP-1401-1 will proceed to drive in no particular direction upon any highways, arterial roads, surface streets, alleys, or back roads legally open to civilian traffic, without parking or stopping except for traffic lights, stop signs, or as necessary to yield to traffic or pedestrians possessing the right of way. If not interfered with, SCP-1401-1 will obey all traffic laws applicable to the jurisdiction in which it is operating. No instance of SCP-1401-1 has ever been observed to refuel or make any stops of any nature. Close observations of older SCP-1401-1 vehicles have indicated extreme signs of vehicle wear and exposure to the elements, including rust, damaged tires, and indications of mechanical wear under which conditions the vehicle should not be drivable. On instances where older SCP-1401-1 vehicles have been approached closely enough to view within the cabin, drivers and passengers have been observed to be in an advanced state of age commensurate with the expected age of persons traveling in the vehicle at the time of its initial disappearance.
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SCP-1401-1 will demanifest shortly before dawn. The nature of demanifestation has never been directly observed; in all cases where police or Foundation personnel have shadowed an SCP-1401-1 vehicle, it has either eluded pursuit shortly before demanifesting, or spontaneously deactivated its headlights and disappeared from infrared monitoring similar to the disappearance of vehicles within SCP-1401. After demanifesting, an instance of SCP-1401-1 may manifest again, after civil twilight, in any region where it is capable of legally operating as described above; intervals between known manifestations of a given SCP-1401-1 instance have ranged from 3 days to 17 years.
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SCP-1401-1 vehicles will resist any attempts to pursue, intercept, or force it to a stop, and are capable of reaching speeds in excess of 300 km/h, regardless of the top speed of the original vehicle, until crashing or pursuers abandon the attempt. Attempts to fully stop SCP-1401-1 vehicles with spike strips, caltrops, or other anti-vehicle implements have been unsuccessful, resulting only in a brief loss of speed; as long as the vehicle remains intact and in contact with the road, it will continue to flee pursuers at high speed. No instance of SCP-1401-1 has lost control or been determined to have been "at fault" in a collision; in all documented instances to date where an SCP-1401-1 vehicle has been stopped, cause of deceleration was due to another vehicle deliberately or accidentally striking it or placing itself directly in its path.
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In all cases where an SCP-1401-1 vehicle was recovered, the gas tank was found to be empty. Older vehicles were found to have suffered several major engine failures, which under normal circumstances would render automobiles inoperative, and attempts to restart said vehicles after recovery have been unsuccessful.
To date, 37 SCP-1401-1 vehicles have been successfully stopped during pursuits by Foundation personnel or civilian first responders. In 23 instances, the stop was achieved by means of a direct collision, with no survivors onboard the SCP-1401-1 vehicle. Following the development and implementation of Procedure 1401-1-Delta, which involves reducing SCP-1401-1 velocity with spike strips and by "grinding" pursuit vehicles against its side prior to forcing a spinout with a modified PIT maneuver, 14 vehicles have been recovered with minimal collision-related injuries to passengers onboard. In all cases where identification has been possible, the identities of passengers have been matched to those of persons known to have been traveling in SCP-1401-1 at the time of its disappearance. Passengers have been designated based on the vehicle they were recovered from and their seat position clockwise from the driver's seat.
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In almost all cases wherein SCP-1401-1 passengers were recovered alive, the passengers died less than 60 minutes after SCP-1401-1 was stopped. Apparent biological age of passengers is commensurate with their presumed age given known dates of birth. Passengers display acute signs of dehydration, starvation, bedsores, deep vein thrombosis, and other symptoms consistent with advanced age and with remaining in a stationary position for long periods of time without exercising rudimentary bodily functions. Death occurs as a complication of these circumstances. In several cases, passengers were found to be in the advanced stages of fatal communicable diseases which contributed to their death. Two subjects, SCP-1401-1-237-3 and SCP-1401-1-654-1, were pregnant at the time of recovery; medical records indicate that both subjects were pregnant at the time of their disappearance in 1973 and 1922, respectively. Fetuses showed signs of advanced age and illness commensurate to adult passengers and did not survive.
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In 20██, Special Medical Unit 738 was established for the purpose of responding to SCP-1401-1 events and performing on-site emergency medical treatment for SCP-1401-1 passengers in the hope of recovering passengers alive. To date, 12 passengers have survived past the 60-minute mark. Two, SCP-1401-1-332-1 and SCP-1401-1-702-3, are conscious and able to speak; both, however, are confined to bed rest due to severe muscular atrophy and require 24-hour nursing care at this time.
Foreword: SCP-1401-1-332-1, Adam ███████, disappeared with his wife and two children in June 1932, while driving west along SCP-1401 in a 1928 Ford Model A. ███████'s vehicle was first identified by the Foundation in 19██ and designated SCP-1401-1-332. SCP-1401-1-332 was recovered intact following a pursuit on ██/██/20██. SMU 738 was unable to save any passengers except for ███████, the driver. ███████'s biological age, based on medical examinations and birth documents, is presently 1██. Due to injuries noted at time of recovery, ███████ is unable to walk or stand under his own power and frequently requires supplementary oxygen in order to breathe.
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<Begin Log, ██/██/20██, 3:12 PM>
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Dr. Samesh: How are you feeling today, Adam?
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Adam: I've been better. Sure is good to stretch out my legs again.
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Dr. Samesh: Can you tell me how long you were driving for before the police stopped you?
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Adam: Well, we left [REDACTED] at half past nine, on our way out to California. We were driving at night to beat the heat and the dust, you see. Sun didn't ever come up, so couldn't have been more than six or seven hours, I guess. No clock in there, and the radio's busted. Sure felt like years, though.
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Dr. Samesh: How far did you drive during that period?
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Adam: Lost track. The odometer must have rolled over three or four times.
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Dr. Samesh: Did you ever reach California?
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Adam: Sure. Kept drivin'. Didn't like the look of the place.
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Dr. Samesh: You must have needed to refill your gas tank at some point, yes?
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Adam: Never needed to. Good thing, too - it was 10 cents a gallon back home, but some of the stations out here, you wouldn't believe how much they're charging.
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Dr. Samesh: Did you ever stop to eat, or use the facilities?
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Adam: Wasn't really that hungry. None of the restaurants I've seen around here look very good, anyway.
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Dr. Samesh: Did you stop at any time for any reason?
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Adam: Why bother? We were making great time. Nowhere any good to pull over, anyway.
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Dr. Samesh: Did you notice yourself or your family aging during the trip?
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Adam: Yeah, I guess I've got a few more wrinkles now than I used to. And the boys… well, they say kids grow up in the blink of an eye, but I wasn't expecting it to happen that fast!
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Dr. Samesh: Why did you attempt to evade pursuit when the police turned their lights on?
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Adam: Don't make me out like I'm some kind of crook. I wasn't trying to "evade pursuit" or anything like that. I just didn't feel comfortable pulling over in that neighborhood.
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Dr. Samesh: You continued to lead the police on a chase for 238 miles1, across three states, before you were forced to stop. Were there no acceptable places to pull over at any point during the pursuit?
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Adam: Didn't see a one. I'm not so sure about this place, either.
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Dr. Samesh: What would you have considered a good place to stop?
Models of altered and original chlorophyll molecules
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Item #: SCP-1462
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Object Class: Keter
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Special Containment Procedures: Level A hazmat gear is mandatory for interaction with SCP-1462. The Foundation's role in containment is largely preventative- in the case of containment failure, implanted agents are to convince civilian leadership of the importance of maintaining respiratory protection. Civilians seen unprotected are to be taken into custody and processed for signs of infection. Cover stories for individuals "lost in the blaze" are in place with all major media outlets.
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Regular sweeps for signs of SCP-1462 infection are to be performed near known SCP-1462 active sites. Trees infected with the fungal vector for SCP-1462 are to be removed and mulched. Other infected specimens are to be removed and destroyed. All remains of infected specimens are to be disposed of via biohazard incinerator and bleached before disposal. While spores of the fungal vector have proven flame-resistant and are capable of surviving incineration, bleached ashes require no special handling.
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Description: SCP-1462 is a strain of airborne virus transmitted via fungal spores. The fungus is dangerous only to trees, but spores can infect both plants and animals with the virus. This virus causes the host organism's natural fluids to be replaced with petroleum analogues.1
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In animals, this conversion results in widespread chronic cutaneous and hepatic porphyria symptoms2 concluding with massive organ failure and death. Afterwards, all non-skeletal body mass converts into petroleum during decomposition. Despite a 100% fatality rate, standard antiviral precautions are successful in preventing infection from one individual to another.
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In plants, infection increases photosynthetic efficiency, as the black pigment shift allows for more complete light absorption, and alteration of the stomata, resulting initially in improved heat release and increased intake of CO2. However, each infected plant also releases trace amounts of a pheromone during CO2 intake. Sufficient saturation3 causes the immediate closure of stomata and subsequent inability to release heat in all infected trees. This reaction is unique to trees and is notably absent in any other instance of infection. Standing theory suggests that the virus was engineered for use on non-tree plants, and its deleterious effect on animals and trees are side effects4.
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Infected trees inevitably ignite and set fire to surrounding infected flora. Liquefied remains of fauna ensure high quantities of flammable gas and surface accelerant, leading to rapid expansion of the burn area through infected territory. The final stage of the burn cycle is a firestorm, resulting in aerial dispersal of particulate and fungal spores over twice the original area, as the air currents caused by the conflagration spread the spores across progressively larger expanses of woodland.
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It should be noted that the rate of expansion per burn cycle would completely consume the largest forests on Earth within one year while sending enough particulate and spore matter into the stratosphere and troposphere to simultaneously threaten the planet with both global exposure to SCP-1462, and nuclear winter5.
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Attachments:File fragments recovered from basement level of destroyed complex following discovery and containment of SCP-1462 in initial burn area
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Journal Entries:Research Specialist Robert Dawpins
+01/24/2013- [UNRECOVERABLE] breakthrough in the viral engineering department. Got a test batch reliably replacing core ions with vanadium- and the theory's sound. Still photosy[UNRECOVERABLE]
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02/30/2013- Vector design is stalled. All test carriers degrade int[UNRECOVERABLE]
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03/09/2013- [UNRECOVERABLE]ungus that can carry without conversion. Testing spore matter starts tomorr[UNRECOVERABLE]
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03/19/2013- This is extremely promising. All plants expose to vector spores convert without issue! Fruit and roots, too. Gas tomatoes and potatoes! Too bad we couldn't use that tagline Jack suggested. "Losing cash at the gas pump? Coulda burned a V8!" was geni[UNRECOVERABLE]
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04/12/2013- We lost the peach trees. Cleanup took us all hours and thos[UNRECOVERABLE]n't going to be usable until repair crews fix the fire damage. We're restricting testing to roots and vines for now, things with less mas[UNRECOVERABLE]
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MEMO 4/14/2013-Proposed Ad Text for Grow-Your-Own Product Line:BioFuel
+Be part of the solution! With new Grow-Your-Own BioFuel packets, you can turn any backyard garden into a renewable source of BioFuel! Simply sprinkle over the plants* to be used, and within a week, you'll have your very own BioFruits! Give'em a run through your food processor or juicer, remove the pulp and it's ready for use in any Flex-Fuel vehicle!
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*GYO BioFuel packets not for use with trees.
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04/18/2013- Quarantine orders. Everyone's sick, hydrocarbon poisoning. Bet some joker put some BioFuel carrots into the canteen or someth[UNRECOVERABLE]
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04/20/2013- [UNRECOVERABLE]oisoning. Everyones crazy too. Vector crossed to anima[UNRECOVERABLE]lly bad.
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Foundation Analysis- Logs cease after 04/21/2013. Evidence suggests massive personnel losses on 04/24/2013. Current theory stands that trees surrounding complex underwent a burn cycle on 04/26/2013 after accidental exposure to fungal spores following clean-up of peach tree burn cycle. Unlikelihood of a full hectare of peach trees used for testing suggests that SCP-1462 is extremely adaptable, and since initial events has allowed for greater expansion prior to burn periods. Further investigation of the Grow-Your-Own Corporation facility responsible for SCP-1462 hindered by severe damage to original site.
Central portion of SCP-1716 prototype. Human subject believed to be Mr. Dark.
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Item #: SCP-1716
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Object Class: Safe
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1716 is stored in Containment Vault 43 at Site-71. Testing is allowed using D-Class subjects only (both as donor and recipient) and requires approval of the Site Director. Additional security should be present due to possible unforeseen anomalies among recipients of SCP-1716 treatment.
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SCP-1716-1 is held in Containment Vault 45 pending approval of testing protocol by the Foundation Ethics Committee. It is not to be connected or experimented on until such protocol is finalized.
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Description: SCP-1716 is a set of two wooden chairs, both connected by multiple copper and [REDACTED] wires to an anomalous electronic device. A set of contacts (resembling electrical contacts, but composed of non-conductive [REDACTED]) are attached to two test subjects (one in each chair) when SCP-1716 is in operation.
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The apparent intent of SCP-1716 is to transfer "life energy" from a donor to a recipient, making the recipient healthier at the expense of weakening the donor. SCP-1716 violates most known physical and biological principles, apparently operating on the theory that life force is a transmissible form of energy similar to electricity. A number of unidentified components in the central device facilitate the transfer.
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Experimentation has demonstrated that SCP-1716 is flawed in several ways:
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Life energy transfer operates at approximately 10% efficiency i.e. a donor would be aged the equivalent of 10 years to make a recipient one year younger (with regard to cellular health – note that SCP-1716 does not literally transform test subjects into younger versions of themselves).
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Transfer of life energy also transfers portions of the memories and knowledge of the donor to the recipient. Notes found with the device indicate this was not an intended function, but the developers were unable to eliminate it. Memory transfer occurs randomly; extensive use of SCP-1716 will leave the donor mentally incapacitated, while transferring primarily incomplete/useless knowledge to the recipient. Recipients are generally disoriented and confused while attempting to integrate the acquired information, which frequently conflicts with their own memories and experiences.
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See experiment of 11/19/1942 as described below. Foundation researchers have not replicated this effect, but have no reason to disbelieve the report.
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SCP-1716 was obtained by the Foundation in 1942; an anonymous contact led Foundation agents to a recently abandoned laboratory, where SCP-1716 was found, along with a journal describing its development (See Addendum).
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SCP-1716 was extensively tested by Foundation Research and Development between 1943 and 19██ (when research of this type was abolished by O5 Directive 29) in attempts to:
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Improve the efficiency of life energy transfer, making SCP-1716 a practical life-extension device.
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Eliminate the effects of SCP-1716 on memory.
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Separate/enhance/control the memory effects. Attempts were made to both create a machine for the instant transfer of knowledge between two individuals, and to create an early version of a Class Omega amnestic.
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No practical applications of SCP-1716 were successfully developed.
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SCP-1716-1
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SCP-1716-1 was confiscated in 20██ during a raid on a warehouse owned by Marshall, Carter, and Dark. It has been determined to be Version 17 of the central device of SCP-1716; the complete SCP-1716 in Foundation containment uses Version 4.
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Addendum 1: Extracts from a journal found with SCP-1716 on initial containment:
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6/7/42 Received an odd visitor today; calls himself Benjamin Phineas Dark.1 Strange little man; I'm not sure what to make of him – he was driven up here in a Mercedes-Benz limousine like some head of state; looks straight out of Victorian England in the suit he wore, and carried on about how I am going to help him with his great project. I don't think it even occurred to him that I might refuse.
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He came full of high praise for my work in Electronics, and believes we can combine my theories with some of his own to produce something "truly unique" (in his words). Will find out more shortly.
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6/9/42 Met again with Dark. The man is a complete crackpot as far as I can tell, going on about "etheric transfer," "luminescent vapor generation" and other such nonsense. I think he fancies himself as a modern-day alchemist. His project is life extension; "it's time to bring it out of the Dark Ages" he says.
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What harm can come from listening to his proposal? He clearly has money, and no one has approached me about a collaboration in what? 15 years? 20?
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6/12/42 Have learned more about Dark's project. It's an abomination – transfer life force from one person to another? Where would he ever get donors? Dark laughed and said everything is a commodity, even life. Especially life. "What would an extra year of life be worth to you? What would one less be worth to a 20-year-old?"
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I can't resist thinking about the idea – I'll be 86 next month, after all. What harm can come from it? As I said, the man is a crackpot.
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6/16/42 Received more specifics on what Dark wants me to design. He will be supplying components of his own design…didn't want to go into detail about how any of it worked. I just need to know the input and output, not the process. I'm skeptical, but he's the one in charge.
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6/25/42 No idea if it will work, but I can build it to his specifications.
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9/2/42 A prototype is ready. Haven't worked this hard in years. Dark wants to test it as soon as possible. Where is he going to get test subjects?
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9/5/42 Testing in two hours. I don't know where Dark found such a disreputable class of people for his test subjects, or what he told them. Can only pray that it doesn't work.
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9/7/42 Want to drop out, but am already into this too deep. To Dark, it's a practical matter of controlling the process.
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10/23/42 Ready for testing again. Process should be under more control now.
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10/25/42 Much improved, in that at least the test didn't kill anyone. The process appears to still be terribly inefficient, and there are unwanted side-effects on both test subjects. Apparently, we have transferred memories as well as life, and not in any controlled fashion. No practical use for this thing unless this effect can be removed.
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11/18/42 No luck in removing side-effects. Will try [REDACTED].
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11/19/42 Tested again. Control of memory effect seems somewhat improved. A new issue arose – the recipient was glowing faintly, and we all began to feel weaker in his presence. He has been isolated, and everyone has been ordered to stay at least 5m away from him. What will we do with him? We're not equipped to handle anything like this.
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11/20/42 Subject escaped,2 and the guard was found dead, drained in the same manner as the first donor. Dark does not seem terribly concerned; in fact, he had difficulty concealing his enthusiasm. Could he have actually wanted to see this effect? I still feel weak, but Dark appears to be fine today. Odd.
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11/21/42 Dark says we have done enough here; that he needs to visit ███████ █████ up in Maine, then ███████████ at the Great Library (wherever that is). He is planning to take the prototype tomorrow, and ordered me to burn all of my notes. Not going to do it. Spoke to someone last year who I think can help… Dark will be furious, but perhaps he will believe we have been monitored all along. I am definitely ill from the brief exposure to that test subject — punishment for my selfishness?
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The journal author, [REDACTED], apparently contacted Foundation Agent ██████ that day, and SCP-1716 was secured before it could be moved. Efforts to locate Dark unsuccessful. Author interviewed by Foundation agents 11/24/1942; provided no useful information beyond what was in his journal. Author deceased, 1/6/1943.
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Addendum 2: 4/12/201█ The Foundation has received information from a reliable source within the Marshall, Carter, and Dark club that The ████████ Life Extension Institute is a Marshall, Carter and Dark front organization, offering selected members life extension at a cost of £[REDACTED] per year. The Institute appears to obtain donors from the general public via advertisements for "paid clinical trials." Proposal pending to infiltrate the Institute using a Foundation operative posing as a donor, to determine whether a fully functional version of SCP-1716 now exists (and if so, its location).
Object Class: Safe (Change to Neutralized under O5 review)
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Special Containment Procedures: Due to the public nature of SCP-1777-2, and the rarity/safe nature of SCP-1777-1, SCP-1777 is, for the most part, uncontained. Site-E13 is to remain staffed at all times, with remote surveillance of SCP-1777-2 to occur on a 24 hour basis. Should SCP-1777-1 make an appearance to a visitor, Site staff are to record any commentary made, then dispatch a team which is to include two security members dressed as tour guides, and one dressed so as to resemble SCP-1777-1. Suggested cover story is that the agent so dressed is a reenactor with a local troupe, and was playing a role. Should the visitor be disinclined to believe the cover story, use of stun guns and amnestics is approved.
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Researchers are encouraged not to attempt interaction with SCP-1777-2.
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Description: SCP-1777-1 is an apparent specter that is known to appear within SCP-1777-2. It manifests as a two meter tall male human, dressed from head to toe in rusty plate armor of a variety common in England during the 15th century. Several simple markings are scratched into the armor, the same symbols which appear inside SCP-1777-2. Clasped in its hands is a cross-hilted longsword approximately 1.5 meters long, bearing a double fuller style blade. The word 'Veritas'1 has been carved across the hilt. It has so far proven impossible to touch 1777-1 in any way.
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SCP-1777-2 is the natural structure known as King's Cave, on Arran Island, in Scotland. The main inner pillar is carved with many symbols, including a man holding what appears to be a bow over his head, and another that seems to depict a sword. Testing has proven anything carved on this column will show up on the armor of SCP-1777-1 when it appears.
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SCP-1777-1 appears to be triggered by the presence of any direct descendant of any of the kings of England. This does not extend to descendants of queens. When such a person enters SCP-1777-2, SCP-1777-1 appears, and seems to study them for a moment. It will then speak in what has been identified as a dialect of Latin, 'Puer de (insert ancestor king's name) est non tempus'2 before vanishing. It is unsure why this is done, but whenever possible, known descendants of kings are kept away from SCP-1777-23.
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Addendum 1: On 03/24/2006, D-86701, a descendant of Sweyn Forkbeard, was brought into SCP-1777-2. Upon the appearance of SCP-1777-1, Senior Researcher Janus attempted to interview it. He continuously interrupted it for several minutes, causing SCP-1777-1 to stay manifested for longer then it ever had before. At this point SCP-1777-1 interacted with its environment for the first time, backhanding the researcher, breaking his jaw. It spoke the following words in Latin 'Stultus bestia, relinquere me ad meum munus.4' It then finished its statement to D-86701, and vanished.
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Since this event, SCP-1777-1 has failed to materialize whenever a Foundation researcher or other operative has accompanied a prospective visitor.
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Addendum 2: On 07/12/2011, a visitor later identified as Bernard Scrivens, 23, of Sussex, England, made his way into SCP-1777-2. No staff were currently on site, but were watching the video feeds. 1777-1 appeared as normal, but instead of speaking, it handed its sword to Scrivens, and left. A team was dispatched to contain the site, and determine what had happened. Upon arrival, the team was attacked by the man. Although non-lethal force was used, the stun guns triggered a heart attack in Scrivens, which led to his death. At this point SCP-1777-1 reappeared, and spoke 'Requiesce in pace Arturus, sic finit Camelot.5' 1777-1 has not reappeared since this incident.
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The sword is awaiting classification pending determination of anomalous properties.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1854-1 is stored in Standard Small Items Containment Chamber B5129 in Sector-23, and must be kept covered by an opaque cloth in all non-testing scenarios.
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SCP-1854-2 has been transcribed in Document 1854-α, stored in Hazardous File Server 23. Any instances of SCP-1854-2 discovered outside of containment are to be destroyed immediately.
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No personnel should be exposed to both SCP-1854-1 and SCP-1854-2 except in testing scenarios.
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Description: SCP-1854-1 is an acrylic on canvas painting, measuring 1.6 metres by 1 metre, depicting a number of consumer companies and their relationships to each other. Each company is represented by a graphic, typically a logo or wordmark, and a system of arrows is used to indicate one company owning a controlling interest in another. 87% of these portrayed relationships were accurate at the estimated time of creation, and of these a further 4% have since become incorrect; despite this, the anomalous effects of the item remain unchanged since first discovery.
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SCP-1854-2 is a short passage of English-language text intended by the artist to be displayed alongside SCP-1854-1. See Addendum 1854-B for a partial transcription.
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The anomalous effect of SCP-1854 occurs when SCP-1854-1 is viewed and the entirety of SCP-1854-2 is comprehended. Any length of time may pass between these two events without affecting the immediate trigger time of SCP-1854.
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Once an individual (hereafter 'subject') has been successfully affected by SCP-1854, any transaction completed by the subject which results in a registered company receiving money from the subject will cause a representation of the logo or wordmark of said company to appear in some location on the epidermis of the subject as if burned in by hot metal. These burns are small, typically only 150-250mm2 at first iteration, and will behave in a manner identical to a first-degree burn from a hot metal object.
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In addition, a burn will also appear for every parent or holding company of the company to which the subject initially gave money, with a delay apparently corresponding to the time taken for the earnings from the subject to propagate to the parent or holding company. Small company logos tend to appear in relatively inconspicuous areas, such as the inside of arms, and larger companies, especially when parent to a number of other companies, in more prominent areas.
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The effects of SCP-1854 do not diminish with time. Every new transaction will cause a new burn to appear on the subject; if the subject already has a burn or scar on their person representing the company, it will disappear and a new burn of a slightly (3-5%) larger size and greater severity will occur in its place. After approximately 5 iterations, these burns will approach second-degree severity.
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Addendum 1854-A: On ██/█/████, MTF Omega-14 raided the house of George Whitby, believed to have been the artist behind SCP-1854, based on information gathered from the admissions manager of the ████ ██████ art gallery. Inside were numerous finished and unfinished works of art of a similar theme to SCP-1854, but none were found to display any anomalous effects.
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A corpse, determined by matching dental records to be that of George Whitby, was also discovered within the apartment. Healed, partially healed, and inflamed third degree burns covered 92% of the body, and cause of death was determined to be sepsis from a large infected burn wound on the forehead resembling the logo of the ██████ power company.
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Addendum 1854-B: Partial Transcription of SCP-1854-2
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Capitalism is all around you: you know that. We all know now that the greedy 1% of the world population owns 99% of its wealth and how the bankers have destroyed this country with their 'spend spend spend' mindset. We know how the governments are all in cahoots with the rich and the infamous. Or should that be unfamous? Do you know ████ ██████████? No? Well he owns £7.2 billion - and he's best friends with the Prime Minister.
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But do you know how many of the things you buy, things you eat, things you wear, things you use are owned all by the same handful of companies? That's right! You think you're eating organic, buying Fairtrade, being oh-so-ethical! I bet you haven't even heard of these companies. You don't even know their logos.
Special Containment Procedures: The current instance of SCP-2416 (now SCP-2416-21) is to be kept in a drug-induced coma at Site-59 and monitored for vital signs. If SCP-2416-21 dies for any reason, Mobile Task Force Omicron-8 "Send In The Clowns" is to be placed on high alert, and the replacement instance is to be apprehended and contained in the same manner as soon as possible.
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Description: SCP-2416 refers to multiple instances of a 35-year-old Caucasian human male named Joseph Grunderson-Pike. Despite having unextraordinary brain activity and no history of neurological disorders, SCP-2416 displays diminished intellectual capacity and a high likelihood of getting into a lethal accident.
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On 1/14/2006, SCP-2416-1, the original1 instance, was killed after walking onto an expressway in Chicago. This was not believed to have been suicide; shortly before it was struck by a speeding minivan, its last words were reportedly "Hey, this isn't State street!" SCP-2416-1 had funeral services, was cremated, and its death was reported in multiple Chicago newspapers.
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On 3/15/2006, a living instance of SCP-2416, SCP-2416-2, was stabbed to death in Omaha after it tied a convicted murderer's shoelaces together for a prank. SCP-2416-2 was determined by law enforcement officials to be an outsider with no friends or relations in Omaha and was buried.
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It is unknown how a new instance of SCP-2416 appears after the death of a previous instance. The latest instance always claims to have no recollection of having died at all, and has passed multiple polygraph tests while giving this testimony. The origin point of a "reincarnated" instance has never been successfully located, and all sightings of SCP-2416 instances have been after-the-fact.
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SCP-2416-3
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Overconsumption of pepper sauce.
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Witnesses report that SCP-2416-3 was attempting to become "the spiciest".
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SCP-2416-4
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Head split in half with a table saw.
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Last words were reportedly "gimme a kiss".
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SCP-2416-5
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Mauled by a puma.
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Had covered self in uncooked bacon in a zoo puma habitat on a dare.
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SCP-2416-6
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Rattlesnake bite.
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Last words were reportedly "gimme a kiss".
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SCP-2416-7
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Slept in the center of a freeway.
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Was "tired".
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SCP-2416-8
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[REDACTED]
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The badgers suffered only minor injuries.
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SCP-2416-9
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Shot by Chilean anarchists.
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Last words were reportedly "gimme a kiss".
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SCP-2416-10
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Subjected to voluntary human experimentation by Church of the Broken God scientists; ultimate cause of death was cranial hemorrhage.
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Corpse was discovered by the Foundation in a raid on the CotBG compound; Dr. ███████ reported corpse's resemblance to an urban legend about a man who comes back from the dead.
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SCP-2416-11
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Attempted to climb the side of the Chrysler Building without proper equipment.
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Reports of death confirmed anomalous properties; Dr. ███████ orders the capture of SCP-2416.
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SCP-2416-12
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Cocaine overdose.
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Believed it would alleviate sinus congestion.
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SCP-2416-13
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Alcohol poisoning.
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Believed it would "lubricate" a broken arm.
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SCP-2416-14
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Exsanguinated after shoving a foot into a blender.
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Circumstances unknown.
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SCP-2416-15
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Shot by Site-59 security personnel for accessing a STURM-class infohazard.
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This iteration was the first to come under Foundation custody.
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SCP-2416-16
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Choked on food rations at Site-59.
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"Really liked" oatmeal.
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SCP-2416-17
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Head fracture from slamming own head on wall of its cell.
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Was attempting to swat a fly.
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SCP-2416-18
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Climbed into Site-59 incinerator.
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Was looking for a bathroom.
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SCP-2416-19
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Gained access to a lethal cognitohazard.
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Was "just curious."
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SCP-2416-20
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Overdose of Acetaminophen at Site-59.
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Interviewed: SCP-2416-20
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Interviewer: Dr. Ichinose
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. Ichinose: Please state your name for the record, SCP-2416-20.
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SCP-2416-20: Joe Grunderson-Pike. I got a quick question before we get started.
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Dr. Ichinose: Yes?
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SCP-2416-20: What did you say was the normal amount of those pills you gave me to take for a headache?
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Dr. Ichinose: Two tablets.
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SCP-2416-20: Wow. Yeah, that… That actually makes a lot more sense.
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[SCP-2416-20, having consumed 203 tablets of extra-strength Tylenol from the Breach desk storage bin, falls unconscious]
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Dr. Ichinose: Medic!
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: SCP-2416-20 died shortly thereafter. SCP-2416-21 was later found wandering the streets of San Francisco and apprehended.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2450 patients are to be kept physically restrained in Secure Ward LAN-12 to prevent the spread and progression of infection. The initial infection source is contained at the site of discovery in a building disguised as an electrical substation, designated Building-2450.
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Building-2450 is kept securely locked and surrounded by a standard substation fence replete with 'Danger of death' warning signs. Constant surveillance is kept over the Building, and any persons attempting to intrude are to be detained and questioned. Ingress is only by means of a double door system which includes an isolation chamber to prevent the entrance of any small mammals to Building-2450. On no account must any mammals except approved test subjects be permitted to exit Building-2450.
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One member of Foundation personnel with dentistry training is to monitor all dentistry journals and news sources for cases that may indicate an SCP-2450 outbreak.
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Description: SCP-2450 is an infectious disease that causes severe hyperdontia in unusual areas of the body. The initial infection source is the area contained by Building-2450, a former male bathroom in a ████ company service station located on the M█ motorway in ██████████, United Kingdom. The vector via which this area infects is unknown: Level-V Haz-Suits have proven ineffective in preventing infection. The disease may affect a large number of mammalian species (for a full list of all susceptible mammals discovered so far, see Document-2450-Species) including rodents, dogs, and humans; approximately 23% of subjects exposed to the area contract SCP-2450. Infection may also be passed to new hosts through bites which draw blood, with an infection probability of 12%.
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Initial stage infection results in the patient presenting hyperdontia (the eruption of extra teeth) in various body orifices. The first orifice to be affected is usually the mouth, with teeth erupting from gums, palate, and frenulum, but once the disease has progressed, all bodily openings will be affected. The size of teeth grown varies but tends to be proportional to the size of the opening. SCP-2450 teeth will grow at a rate roughly twelve times that of natural teeth, taking typically between 3 weeks and 9 months for a tooth to grow from germ to full root completion, depending on size. Teeth will grow in rows further and further back into the orifice as the disease progresses.
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Latter stage SCP-2450 infection will begin to occur once all natural bodily orifices have grown at least one full row of teeth. In this occasion, areas of the body which are not orifices but form a semi-closed shape, such the eyes or the interspaces between toes, will also begin to erupt teeth. In addition, any apertures formed in the body by external trauma, such as cuts to the skin, will develop SCP-2450 teeth.
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Calcium and other minerals required to grow the teeth are taken from the body's natural stores, and, consequently, SCP-2450 infection can result in osteoporosis and hypocalcaemia. Patients may be kept alive despite this by administering calcium and mineral supplements, and will keep producing teeth indefinitely.
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The tooth-growing process has been described by patients as extremely painful, and similar to the teething pains experienced by children and young adults during the development of normal teeth. Patients have described a strong desire to mitigate this sensation by biting or grinding affected teeth, and in the case of teeth formed in areas without the appropriate muscular or skeletal structure for biting, patients will rub or pound the teeth against solid objects. This action is to be discouraged in patients whose disease progression requires curtailment, as it will frequently lead to further skin lacerations and the creation of new teeth. It was due to this behaviour that the ability to transfer infection through tooth-to-blood contact was discovered during an interview with an SCP-2450 patient.
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Addendum 2450-A — Circumstances of discovery: SCP-2450 was first identified from routine searching of medical literature, and classified as an SCP phenomenon distinct from hyperdontia on 19/02/2009. Information suppression policy was applied successfully, and the pattern of outbreaks was used to trace the source to the ████████ service station. Thereafter, quarantining and careful experimentation revealed the male bathroom in Wing B, in use with no known anomalous effect since the service station's opening in 1983, as the initial source of infection. SCP-2450-1 (see Addendum 2450-C) was discovered lodged behind a cistern during the dismantling of facility equipment.
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Addendum 2450-B — events of 15/07/2008:
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Interviews with cleaning and security staff, and review of security footage has tentatively identified early morning 15/07/2008 as the moment at which the bathroom became the source of SCP-2450 infection.
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Security footage log:
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03.17 Three men enter the service station. All three wear black hooded tops with hoods up. One, designated POI-2450-α, carries a large empty-looking backpack, and another, designated POI-2450-β, holds a green implement (likely SCP-2450-1) which he passes from hand to hand frequently. The third man is designated POI-2450-γ.
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03.19 The men halt outside the bathroom in Wing B and engage in discussion.
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03.22 The men enter the bathroom, the last looking around before he closes the door.
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06.00 The men walk quickly to the main entrance, where 2450-β stops.
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06.00 2450-β puts his hands into his hooded top pocket, and then pats the pockets of his trousers. 2450-β turns back towards the interior of the service station.
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06.01 2450-β starts to walk back inside, but 2450-α puts a hand on his arm and stops him. The two engage in an animated discussion.
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06.03 2450-α and 2450-β walk to a car, later determined to be stolen, and drive away southbound.
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The cleaner on duty on 15/07/2008 reports that he recalls one of the bathroom stalls being locked for an unusually long time, and upon returning later to clean the stall, discovered a large quantity of white gravel of varying grain size (believed to be dental matter) on the floor and toilet lid.
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Addendum 2450-C — SCP-2450-1:
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Object Class: Safe
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2450-1 is stored in Reliquary 87B-6, locker 12004.
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Description: SCP-2450-1 is a green plastic toothbrush of unknown make and manufacture.
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Brushing teeth with SCP-2450-1 causes the teeth to be worn down at a very rapid rate – approximately five minutes of brushing is sufficient to remove an entire molar. No other tissue is damaged by this brushing action, even though the brush may be used to remove entire tooth roots.
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Embossed text on the back of the handle reads 'For non-oral use only'.
Special Containment Procedures: Site-143 has been constructed around SCP-2481 and all related experiments are to be conducted on-site. To ensure the cooperation of SCP-2481-3, personnel entering SCP-2481 must be of Han ethnicity.
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SCP-2481-1 is to be kept disassembled in storage, when not studied or experimented on.
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SCP-2481-2 is not to be moved from its current position, and all related examinations must be conducted within SCP-2481.
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SCP-2481-3 is to be accompanied by at least two personnel at all times. Personnel are encouraged to communicate with SCP-2481-3 through writing in order to stabilize its mental state. Subjects of Chinese history after the alleged Xia Dynasty (2100 BCE ~ 1600 BCE) are to be avoided. Obtaining detailed information about SCP-2481-1 and -2 is of the utmost priority.
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Description: SCP-2481 refers to a spherical space, roughly 50 meters in diameter, located at a depth of about 20 meters underneath a Shang Dynasty (1600 BCE ~ 1046 BCE) archaeological site1 in ████████, Henan Province, China. The temperature within SCP-2481 is a constant 35 degrees Celsius regardless of the surrounding environment.
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SCP-2481-1 refers to a large bronze structure within SCP-2481, which roughly resembles a cube and four pillars attached to a flat surface. It is estimated to have been built around 1800 BCE. The structure appears to have experienced extreme heat, resulting in severely damaged parts and melted surfaces. SCP-2481-1 has been cleanly severed at the boundary of SCP-2481, with no segments or pieces of the structure found outside of SCP-2481.
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Certain portions of SCP-2481-1 resemble damaged circuit boards found in modern electronics. Analysis has proven difficult due to the damaged state of SCP-2481-1; however, it might be speculated that the structure is a computing device in base 8.
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SCP-2481-2 refers to a beryllium bronze alloy device. In its original state, SCP-2481-2 would have been roughly cylindrical with one pointed end, estimated to have been 33 meters in length and 1 meter in diameter. It is speculated to have been previously attached to SCP-2481-1. Unlike SCP-2481-1, SCP-2481-2 displays little evidence of heat damage, but appears to have been damaged by blunt force, causing it to break into three large pieces and thirty-eight small pieces. Research into its components and interior structure is limited, as previous attempts to move the main pieces of SCP-2481-2 have resulted in the rapid destabilization of SCP-2481.2 However, on-site research and analysis of its minor pieces indicates similar inner structure and working principle to ████████ ███████ ███████, and it is likely that SCP-2481-2 was designed as a ███-████ ███ ███████-███████ ██████. Analysis of ████ █████ within SCP-2481 suggests that SCP-2481-2 is the core of the anomaly.
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SCP-2481-3 refers to a humanoid entity with reptilian features, genetically similar to a male human of Han ethnicity, suggesting that it underwent post-birth alterations. SCP-2481-3 possesses a head similar in appearance with that of a many-banded krait (Bungarus multicinctus), a roughly humanoid upper torso with a humanoid right arm but clawed, reptilian hand, a serpentine lower torso with a snake-like tail in place of legs, and is entirely covered in scales.
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SCP-2481-3 is currently trapped beneath SCP-2481-2 and has suffered severe burn-related injuries. The left side of its body is absent, including its left arm, part of its throat, a small proportion of its face, and likely a significant amount of its organs. While SCP-2481-3’s wounds exhibits extreme heat, it does not spread to the rest of its body or the surrounding environment. Despite this, SCP-2481-3 remains alive and conscious, and although incapable of speech, is able to communicate with the Foundation through writing.
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SCP-2481-3 uses what appears to be a sister writing system to what was later used in Shang Dynasty, but significantly more developed. Foundation linguists were able to translate the script after three months of study and communication. SCP-2481-3 is believed to be the operator of SCP-2481-1 and -2. While the subject is cooperative, attempts to gather technical details on the devices have failed due to its heavily deteriorated mental state. SCP-2481-3 claims to be a scholar/official of the Xia Dynasty under the reign of King Jie,3 who was tasked with eliminating a hostile entity, but failed, resulting in the current damaged state of SCP-2481-1 and -2. Refer to the Addendum for more information.
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Addendum: The following is a partial archive log of most relevant information translated from SCP-2481-3’s written text, rearranged into readable order. (Due to SCP-2481-3's deteriorated mental state, most information offered has been proven redundant, repetitive or incoherent.) The original Chinese translation is provided alongside English for reference.
Back then, there were ten Golden Crows appearing all at once. One of them found a chance, and summoned great fires upon to the Tower of Yu. I was no match for it, and was thus trapped. Shang people later came and wanted to enact evil deeds. But fortunately, the Sword of Xuanyuan exerted its power despite being damaged. Shang people saw it as divine/magical, and did not dare to transgress, thus buried it under the ground.
I was born in the Jing State, and received my Transformation into the serpentine form at the age of twelve. I began to study the Way of the Serpent at the age of twenty, and was fortunate enough to work in the capital. The Sword I commanded was powerful enough to slay gods, but who can predict that the death of nine crows would cause the heaven and earth to destabilize, letting the last one loose? Now that the Tower of Yu is shattered, the Sword of Xuanyuan is gone, the Crow has escaped, while I am still left alive. I have failed King Jie's mission!
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Research's Note: The Tower of Yu seems to be referring to SCP-2481-1, while the Sword of Xuanyuan refers to SCP-2481-2. — Head Researcher Xue Qing
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余固愿一死，然若此，夏之始末自此佚也。故不敢为！
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I may wish for death, but if I do so, the history of Xia will since be lost. I therefore dare not seek death!
In the past, Father Serpent taught us the ways, establishing the written language and the methods of building machines. The latter is called Fuxi bagua.4 The Yellow Emperor studied it, and acquired the spirit of the metal, thus defeating Chiyou at Zhuolu. King Yu collected metal from nine States, and was able to build his towers based on bagua. After that, the gods all stayed away out of fear, and ghosts cried at night.
During the reign of King Yu, all land within the four seas were unified. The savage and the foreign all fall under his rule. Some suggested: "We should sacrifice to gods." King Yu answered: "Gods are food to the Dragons, and humans are descendants of the Dragons. This is why we should not fear gods." Hence King Yu collected metal from nine States, building nine towers to intimidate the gods. During the reign of King Shaokang, swords that are capable of slaying gods were put onto the towers. The swords were named after our great ancestor Yellow Emperor, called Xuanyuan. When King Jie was ruling, there were forty-nine such towers and more than ten such swords.
The working principle of the Sword of Xuanyuan, is not to destroy, but to get rid of one's form, mind, history/process from beginning to end and causation/cause and effect, making it no longer exist. With nine swords used, heaven and earth were disturbed greatly, and such action is like drawing fire to oneself. Golden Crows were no longer, and Xia was also subjected to its effect. All turned into ashes, except for me, who survived by the effect of the broken Sword. When Shang people arrived here, they didn't even know about Xia, and thought of me/this place as godly or monstrous.
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商者，事货殖，贱民也。不事龙蛇之道，以金乌为尊，殊为可笑。孔甲时叛夏。
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The Shang folks engaged in business, and were lowly people. They did not study the ways of the Dragon and the Serpent, and in turn worshiped the Golden Crows. It's laughable. They rebelled against Xia during the reign of Kongjia.
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孔甲时，有蛮夷、贱民祈术法于诸神。以械驱之，尽数剪灭。独商民拜金乌得生。自皋至发，除而不尽。
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During the reign of King Kongjia, the savage and the lowly people prayed for magic from the gods. The king used machines to drive them away and wiped them out. Only the Shang people managed to survive by worshiping the Golden Crows. From the reign of King Gao to the reign of King Fa, Shang was dealt with multiple times but we could not rid ourselves of them.
The treacherous Jun was the leader of Shang, who betrayed our Mother and Father, summoning the three-legged crows with great fires and sacrifices. Ten suns appeared all at once, and Xia Dynasty was in a dire situation. Thus King Jie ordered ten officials to get rid of the Crows with the Swords of Xuanyuan. With ten Swords used and nine crows fallen, one escaped and the effort failed by the last minute. Such sadness!
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As the "Golden Crows" in SCP-2481-3 description resembles the entity worshipped by the group Huǒjù zhi Zi,5 with permission, the subject was shown materials related to SCP-1428 for confirmation. SCP-2481-3's reaction as follows.
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虽有昔日得脱，如今终入囚笼！金乌得困，蛇之道成矣！可慰诸王之灵！
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It may have escaped back then, but now, it was in the cage at last! Now that the Golden Crow is trapped, the Way of the Serpent is achieved! The kings of Xia can now rest in peace!
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For more information regarding the Xia Anomalous Culture Group, consult Document-2481.
Based on the information gathered and the research into SCP-2481-1 and -2, the research team have come to the conclusion that the Xia Dynasty itself can be seen as an anomaly. They were in command of highly developed and anomalous technology, and most of its citizens had undergone anomalous modifications.
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We have already confirmed SCP-2481-1 to be part of a larger computing device, but the study of SCP-2481-2 provides even more striking implications. Specialists have identified similar inner structure and working principle to Scranton Reality Anchors, and SCP-2481-2 is believed to have been designed as a one-time use reality-warping weapon. The analysis of the Hume level within SCP-2481 suggests that SCP-2481-2 is the core of the anomaly, and the reason that the items were able to be preserved. It may also be that SCP-2481-2 has somehow placed SCP-2481 in a form of stasis, keeping SCP-2481-3 alive despite its injuries.
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The team was able to obtain a list of important locations and structures of the Xia Dynasty from SCP-2481-3, but have been unable to locate any of the sites on said list. Furthermore, not only does SCP-2481-1 appear to have been cut off from a larger structure, but there is also a suspicious lack of SCP-2481-1 parts outside of SCP-2481 even given the passage of time.
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Therefore, based on SCP-2481-3's description of the so-called Sword of Xuanyuan's working principle, a bold hypothesis may be put forth. Given the literary prominence of the Xia Dynasty but a lack of archeological evidence, we hypothesize that the simultaneous activation of nine separate SCP-2481-2 instances caused a mass destabilization of reality, resulting in the near-complete erasure of the Xia Dynasty and their artifacts from existence. SCP-2481 may have only been preserved due to SCP-2481-2's damaged state, and may well be the only extant remnant of the Xia Dynasty.
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Nonetheless, the Foundation would benefit greatly from a thorough analysis and investigation of SCP-2481-2. It may be too dangerous to apply the likes of SCP-2481-2 to direct usage, but the object will nevertheless advance our study of reality manipulation. Since most of its parts have not suffered any damage beyond being broken off, SCP-2481-2 could potentially be repaired. However, in order to do that, SCP-2481-2 has to be removed from its current location and then reassembled. This will lead to the destabilization of SCP-2481 and likely, the death of SCP-2481-3, which is still a valuable information source.
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I therefore ask that the issue be discussed and a decision be made.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2551 is to be remotely monitored at all times by a permanent staff of at least ten surveillance personnel trained to identify SCP-2551 induction events. Simultaneously, the LETHE algorithm1 is to be run on all feeds at all times. Facial recognition software is to record images of all individuals entering or leaving SCP-2551 for matching to and identification of SCP-2551-1 instances.
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If an induction event is identified, either by personnel or by algorithm, the associated individual is to be intercepted before leaving SCP-2551. Method of interception is arbitrary, but must involve breaking the individual's line of sight. For examples, see appendix 2551-C.
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Under no circumstances is SCP-2551 to be continuously empty of people for more than twelve hours. In the event that SCP-2551 has been continuously empty for more than eight hours, at least ten individuals not familiar with the effect2 are to enter SCP-2551 and patrol the space until it is declared safe by a member of staff with level 4 or higher security clearance.
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Large gatherings of people (including but not limited to: festivals, parades, outdoor markets, public performances and protests) are to be prevented from taking place in SCP-2551, without preventing access altogether. High profile individuals such as politicians and performers are to be prevented from entering SCP-2551 where possible.
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All local calls to emergency services are to be passively monitored. On the occasion of a report matching the description of an instance of SCP-2551-1, the call is to be traced and the instance contained, with appropriate distribution of class-C amnestics to witnesses, and destruction of any physical evidence of the effect.
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Contained instances of SCP-2551-1 are to be processed on a case-by-case basis. For details, see appendix 2551-A.
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Description: SCP-2551 is an urban plaza, known locally as ████████ Square, in the city of ██████████, ██████. Interviews with local residents and testimonies of on-site personnel show that individuals within SCP-2551 display an above average likelihood of misrecognition of passing individuals as acquaintances ("recognition events"); usually as intimate friends or family, but occasionally as peers, superiors or well known public figures. Recognition usually occurs in peripheral vision only, being dispelled upon direct inspection.
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In approximately 0.5% of recognition events, the affected individual will stop what they are doing and follow the misrecognised individual ("induction events"). This response is entirely impulsive and involuntary. If distracted in some way before leaving SCP-2551, the individual will resume normal behaviour, with no memory of the incident. If the individual exits SCP-2551 and is not under direct, active surveillance, they will vanish. They will reappear between 12 and 36 hours later, usually in their own home, as an instance of SCP-2551-1. Individuals have never been observed between disappearing from SCP-2551 and reappearing as SCP-2551-1, and have no memory of where they were during this time.
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SCP-2551-1 are physically and psychologically identical versions of individuals affected by SCP-2551 induction events, differing only in that they are unable to be acknowledged as human by other living creatures. They are often described as "unnatural", "inhuman", "artificial" or "wrong". When pressed for details, the eyes, skin or bodily proportions are most often identified as appearing different, despite being measurably identical to before being affected.
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The effect extends to direct communication of SCP-2551-1 (e.g. voice, handwriting) and to recordings (e.g. photographs, videos) but not to indirect communication (e.g. text typed on a computer) or automated measurements (e.g. facial recognition software). Instances of SCP-2551-1 are not immune to their own effect, and will typically reject their own body. The resulting dysphoria has been observed to cause severe emotional distress.
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If SCP-2551 is empty for a prolonged period of time, it will demanifest from its current location and manifest in another, similar location elsewhere. This is known to have happened on three occasions. On each occasion it has relocated to a larger, more populous area.
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Despite over 25 years of research, the mechanism of action of SCP-2551's effect remains unknown, and no progress has been made in "curing" SCP-2551-1, preventing induction events from occurring, or causing the effect to demanifest without manifesting elsewhere. The following has been ascertained:
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Recognition and induction events occur more frequently in poor visibility conditions (e.g. rain, fog, darkness).
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Some individuals are significantly more susceptible to the effect than others. If an individual is successfully intercepted from an induction effect, the probability of the same individual being affected by another induction event within the next six months is approximately 65%.
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Individuals affected by induction events are statistically more likely to show introverted and depressive traits.
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The individual who is misrecognised in an induction event has consistently proven to be completely unanomalous, and to bear a general resemblance to the individual they are mistaken for.
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Appendix 2551-A - Processing of SCP-2551-1 Instances: Due to the number of instances, distress caused by the effect, and inability of rehabilitation, SCP-2551-1 instances have proven difficult to process in an effective, humane manner. Over the 25 years of containment there have been six different site directors overseeing SCP-2551, each of whom has advocated different procedures. The current procedure, created with the aid of the Ethics Committee, is as follows:
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Contained instances are to be debriefed on the nature of SCP-2551's effect, including its permanence. They are then to be offered voluntary euthanasia, with a period of 24 hours given to reach a decision. Those who choose not to be euthanised are to be stored in standard humanoid containment cells in Site 22. They are to be provided with loose fitting clothing capable of concealing the entire body, and are not to be exposed to reflective surfaces.
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There are currently 79 SCP-2551-1 instances in containment.
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Appendix 2551-B - Incident Log:
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██/██/██: SCP-2551 effect discovered in the town of ██████, ████.
+██/██/██: Effect located to St. █████'s █████, near the centre of the town.
+██/██/██: Containment established. All civilians excluded from SCP-2551 under the pretext of emergency roadworks.
+██/██/██: Containment lost. Effect lost after approximately 24 hours of SCP-2551 being empty.
+██/██/██: Effect located to ████████-████ in the city of ███████, ███████.
+██/██/██: Containment established. All civilians excluded from SCP-2551 under the pretext of terrorist threat.
+██/██/██: Containment lost. Effect lost after approximately 12 hours of SCP-2551 being empty.
+██/██/██: Effect located to ████ ████████ in the city of █████████, ██████.
+██/██/██: Containment established. All civilians excluded from SCP-2551 under the pretext of quarantine of an infectious disease. SCP-2551 populated entirely with D-class personnel, allowed to freely enter and exit SCP-2551 via one exit leading only to temporary D-class barracks.
+██/██/██: Containment lost. Effect lost after approximately 96 hours of SCP-2551 being populated only by D-class personnel.
+██/██/██: Effect located to ████████ Square in the city of ██████████, ██████.
+██/██/██: Containment established under current special containment procedures.
+██/██/██: LETHE algorithm instated. Proportion of induction events identified increased by more than 35%.
+██/██/██: At ██:██ local time, all on-site surveillance personnel simultaneously affected by an induction event, being found as SCP-2551-1 twelve hours later. Personnel all report seeing and following Dr. ████████3 out of the main entrance. To date, this remains the only known instance of SCP-2551's effect affecting multiple persons at once, or operating outside of the bounds of SCP-2551 itself.
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2603 is considered an active war zone and should be treated as such on a diplomatic and political level. Any attempts to enter SCP-2603's subconscious should be coordinated with the current Senior Geopolitical Analyst attached to this project, and should only be performed by NCI-IV certified members of Mobile Task Force Omicron-Rho.
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SCP-2603 is to remain awake from 06:00 to 00:00 local time. Outside of this window, SCP-2603 is allowed to sleep under surveillance. SCP-2603 is to be housed in an M-Type Humanoid Anomaly Containment Cell (HACC) fitted with 4 Sporzewski-grade Construct Stability Seals (CSS) with overlapping radii.
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SCP-2603 is to be kept on a daily regime of non-selective Monoamine Oxidase Inhibitors (MAOI), with the exact dosage periodically reviewed for SCP-2603's body weight. Care should be taken when introducing other medication to SCP-2603 due to the danger of negative interaction between the MAOI and other drugs. Physical side-effects of the MAOI applied are to be treated as humanely as possible without introducing additional pharmaceutical factors. Should testing be necessary, SCP-2603's medication cycle may be interrupted temporarily, though this should not be done without prior consultation of the Senior Medical Consultant attached to this project.
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Should exploration of SCP-2603's subconscious reveal information on possible new anomalous activity, a threat level assessment should be carried out after debriefing. If escalation is deemed necessary, memory mining procedures can be authorized by the current Project Lead. On no account are rooms inside SCP-2603's dream construct to be entered without prior instruction to do so; observation has been deemed to be sufficient at this point in time.
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Description: SCP-2603 is an adult male of Finno-Ugric descent, formerly Küllo Toome (* 07-07-1948), a known GRU Division "P" operative from 1968 to 1989. SCP-2603 presents with an involuntary and unconscious Type-D(XI)2 Reality Manipulation Ability1 triggered by REM sleep and an accompanying (lucid) dream state. Specifically, SCP-2603 unconsciously transmutes any solid inorganic material around its body into brine consistent in composition with that found in the Kara Sea, radiating out at a steady rate of 1 m³/hr. As of time of writing, no limit to this property has been observed. During the conversion, SCP-2603 will float on transmuted matter. Reversal of the process is instantaneous when SCP-2603 is woken from sleep. Note that personnel will become embedded in solid material if fully or partially submerged in brine before reversal. Brine displaced by personnel within its area of effect during reversal appears to disappear, as no warping of materials or surfaces has been noted.
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SCP-2603 first presented with these anomalous properties in 2013, shortly after having attended a seminar entitled "The Power of the Subconscious Mind: A Journey into Self". This seminar was organized by The Dawn of Kuran, currently classified as a spiritual non-profit organization without ties to major religious factions. No anomalous connections were found during an investigation into the organization's background. Though SCP-2603's anomalous properties manifested abruptly, it likely had a latent ability since birth.3 Though not strictly relevant to this project, SCP-2603's experiences as a GRU Division "P" operative appear to shape its dreams to a large extent.
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The Foundation currently considers SCP-2603 a contested sovereign body, with unknown parties in a dispute concerning the ownership of SCP-2603's noncognitive space. No known parties currently acknowledge involvement. However, though no official troop movement or military presence can be discerned, unsanctioned incursions occur frequently. It is believed the unsanctioned activity in SCP-2603's noncognitive space triggers its anomalous properties, affecting the current reality construct as described above.
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SCP-2603 reports experiencing an identical dream every night, in which a ship4 drifts on a large unidentified body of water without spotting or reaching land. Unlike most vessels, its interior space is taken up by a variable number of identical decks filled with rooms, these spaces often not conforming to the ship's external dimensions. Rooms frequently contain unrelated dream constructs that may or may not segue further into SCP-2603's subconscious or memories once entered, this is currently unclear and considered out of scope for this project. Although structures can be seen above deck, all entrances lead to the ship's bridge: a small featureless room containing only a ship's wheel. A sepia color scheme overlays all materials within the main dream construct. The reason for this is unclear.
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MTF Omicron-Rho runs inside SCP-2603's subconsciousness have revealed approximately ███ attempts to date by unknown entities to gain control of SCP-2603's subconscious, most often by attempting to reach the bridge. MTF Omicron-Rho operatives have on several occasions subdued and detained entities inside SCP-2603's subconsciousness, but these subjects could or would not provide a reason for their entry and retreated as soon as was possible. It was not possible to extract these entities for debriefing.
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Addendum 2603-A-01:Management Summary of MTF Omicron-Rho debriefing d.d. 03/16/2015
Interviewed: Johann Michaël Kästner, MTF Omicron-Rho operative (JK)
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Subject: Debriefing after incident Alpha-2603-20150315 during a routine patrol
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[Debriefing commenced at 14:00:53 on 03/16/2015]
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HA: Please describe to me the events as they occurred.
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JK: Well, Wilson and I were patrolling Toome's subconscious, trying to keep entities from getting to the bridge, when we heard a disturbance maybe two, three decks below us.
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JK: Wilson stayed behind, I went down to investigate. I think it was two decks, yes. Anyway, I started checking the cabins. I couldn't cross the threshold though, since that would seg me off into another sequence, but I could look in. Found what looked like a beach at night in one, complete with a surf and the burnt-out hull of I think a Russian destroyer, and in another I saw several dead sailors floating in knee-high water…you see some pretty strange things.
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JK: Right, so after opening and dismissing about a dozen rooms, I found a cabin completely covered in chunks of flesh. In the middle stood a record player that was playing 'Symphony of Destruction No. MCMLXXVI for depth charge and black hole generator' by Vivaldi. Don't ask me how I know, cause I couldn't see the record's label, I just knew.
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It wasn't really music though, just a really shrill whistling, sounds of screaming and a sound like air rushing from a balloon. Anyway, something started seeping out from the horn, sort of a purple sludge. It quickly started to form a vaguely cuttlefish-like shape, so I didn't stick around for it to complete, I just ran from there and gave a sit rep to Wilson. She decided we needed the big guns, so we isolated the bridge from the rest of the ship and prepared for an intrusion.
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JK: It's hard to describe. Wilson has this thing she does where she sort of reroutes part of the main dream construct so when you get near and you don't know the right thought sequence, you end up in an unrelated part of the subconscious. A 'you can look, but you can't touch' kind of deal. Try and you might end up in a dream about the mark's childhood pet doing the conga or something. It's really hard to do - I'm definitely not certified yet - but she figured that whatever was coming through downstairs was probably a heavy hitter. Did mean she was strained, so I had to take the brunt of what was coming.
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JK: Again, hard to describe, we're talking a reality dictated by the residual effects of high amplitude brain waves here. Imagine if a cuttlefish made from wind chimes came barreling down a piece of intestinal tract. Like that, only the wind chimes had teeth. It appeared from a stairwell and it was on me before I could really prepare, so I instinctively formed spikes. That made it retreat for a moment, but it didn't take long for it to come back for more. Wilson was behind me, and she'd already engaged her abdominal gauss cannon. I took part of that fire, but that's part of the job I guess, and there's no pain unless you allow it, so I just tried to push that thing back from the bridge. Anyway, I think we must have hit something vital at some point, because it suddenly backed off and slithered down the corridor again. Wilson was breathing heavily, and I could feel part of my concrete had been melted away by some kind of acid where I'd touched the thing. We didn't see it anymore after that. We left the barricade up while we got out of there to recover, but we figured we needed to shield the bridge better in the future. Wilson had some ideas, reprogramming some parts of the subconscious mind mostly, but it'll take an expert's touch.
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HA: Ah yes, the updated security measures you proposed. We have those under review. And your professional opinion on what that thing was?
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JK: I know that officially we don't have a leg to stand on, but I'm going to go with one of Qi Shao's. Don't know who though. Or maybe what, it's not always clear. It kind of felt too alien to be ex-human, you know? Really, they keep coming back with heavier ordnance, and I don't know how long we can keep this up.
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HA: Noted. Thank you, Operative Kästner.
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[Debriefing concluded at 14:05:21 on 03/16/2015]
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Bibliography
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1. Clef, A.; Choi-Zimmern, T.S.; et al. - A Modest Proposal: A Classification of Reality Fracturing and Manipulation Abilities in Humanoid Anomalies, █████ ████, 4th edition Scientific Critics Press, 2005.
Special Containment Procedures: Access to the Lemon Quarry is prohibited to unauthorized personnel, and Foundation personnel posing as local law enforcement are to maintain a perimeter around the site. Individuals who breach the perimeter are to be administered a suitable amnestic and turned over to the local authorities.
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Exploratory missions into SCP-2951 are currently forbidden.
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Description: SCP-2951 is an abandoned limestone mine near Guthrie, Indiana. The mine was originally owned by the B.G. Hoadley Mining Group until an incident that occurred in 1944. The remote location of the quarry, as well as the deteriorated nature of its structure, have limited civilian trespassing. Due to this, the area is mostly undisturbed.
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The interior of SCP-2951 is subject to irregular spatial and temporal anomalies. Exploratory teams have also reported the existence of unknown anomalous entities within SCP-2951. These entities are likely connected to the 1944 incident, more information on which is available below.
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The primary entrance of SCP-2951 collapsed during the 1944 incident, and is inaccessible. A secondary shaft, located in a dilapidated storage building, remains accessible.
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Building containing secondary access shaft to SCP-2951.
Note: The following information was gathered from the personal office of J. Howard Barnes, a Kervier administrator and Global Occult Coalition informant. After his death, the Foundation seized many of his assets, including information regarding the 1944 Lemon Quarry collapse which was thought to have been destroyed.
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On August 23rd, 1944, seismic activity below the Lemon Quarry prompted quarry supervisors to send an exploratory team into the limestone mine to assess damages to structures therein. After three hours, the initial team returned to report that an important access tunnel had collapsed.
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After some deliberating, quarry supervisors assembled a larger team of workers to clear the debris. These workers descended to the collapse point and began to move the fallen stone out of the way, in order to bring in larger machinery. However, during this attempt additional seismic activity occurred1, triggering a tunnel collapse behind the crew clearing the access tunnel.
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For the next several hours, teams worked on both sides of the blockage to remove the debris and free the clearing crew. At approximately 4:00PM EST, the blockage was removed and the initial clearing crew emerged from the mine. This crew reported that the primary access tunnel remained blocked, but a new tunnel, one that had not been cut by the mining group and was not charted, had been opened by the second round of seismic activity. Another small team was dispatched to gather information about this tunnel.
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Primary access tunnel blockage. Image taken from Kervier incident logs.
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The second tunnel was described as cut smooth, though not unnaturally so, and descended towards the northwest at a slight decline. Supervisors for the group hypothesized that this was an original access tunnel, potentially one that had been cut near the mine's conception (before it was purchased by B.G. Hoadley) and simply not properly recorded. Hoping that this access tunnel would connect around to the primary, blocked tunnel, quarry supervisors gathered another team of 23 men. Their assignment was to use this secondary tunnel to access the rear of the blockage, assess the structure there, and determine whether the use of explosives was justified to clear the tunnel.
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After this team was sent into the mine, very little else of note is recorded. Sometime afterwards there was a third round of seismic activity, severe enough to collapse the entrance tunnel to the mine. Over the course of the next three days, teams above ground worked to remove the rubble covering the entrance, while supervisors and additional workers attempted to contact the team through a telephone cable line run down the secondary access shaft in the maintenance building. On the evening of the third day, just as B.G. Hoadley administrators were preparing to request assistance from other nearby mining groups, an unknown individual emerged from the secondary shaft. The only note made of this event was the following, a telegraph wired to B.G. Hoadley offices in Louisville:
On June 4th, 1998, low level seismic activity was detected south of Site-81. A team of Foundation geologists were dispatched to gather more information relating to the event, but were unable to pinpoint the exact location of the disturbance. Anticipating aftershocks, several seismographs were installed in neighboring towns.
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On June 16th, a missing person report was filed with local police for Tevin Napier, a 15-year-old student who had disappeared after he and his friends had been trespassing in the abandoned Lemon Quarry. Teams searched the quarry for any sign of Napier, eventually discovering the now unsealed secondary access shaft beneath the dilapidated maintenance building within the quarry.
A search and rescue team was lowered into the shaft, expecting to recover Napier's body. However, initial attempts were unsuccessful due to the sheer depth of the shaft, and teams had to be recalled until longer safety equipment could be obtained. At the time, no records of the depth of the shaft were available, and crews were unaware of the original recorded depth of ~120m. This was disparate from the estimated depth of this shaft by rescue crews, who estimated a depth of ~240m.
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When rescue crews eventually descended the full length of the access shaft, there was no evidence of Napier's body. However, crews quickly reported agitation, and a feeling of doubt about their perception of the mine around them. During this expedition, the five-man rescue crew occasionally reported there being seven or eight members of the team, and one member reported that they were in the mine "looking for gold". After 43 minutes within the mine, the team stopped responding to radio communications. Above ground teams quickly began to retract their tether, but found that more tether was being retracted than had gone into the mine. After retracting 400m of tether, the winch was no longer able to do so and was stopped.
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At this point, Foundation crews were alerted to the possibility of anomalous activity at the Lemon Quarry, and took control of the rescue efforts under the guise of a federal search and rescue team. Using a more powerful winch system, Foundation personnel were able to retrieve two of the five men, both of whom were still connected to their tethers. The first man, Able Parker, became increasingly agitated and violent above ground, convinced he was still within the mine. The second man, Greg Hamilton, was initially thought to be comatose, but began speaking unintelligibly after twenty minutes above ground. However, the initial rescue team confirmed that the voice Hamilton was speaking with was not his own, but the voice of Jeremy Livingston, another one of the men in the mine. Both men were sedated and moved to Site-81 for analysis.
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Of the three other tethers, two returned with clean cuts at their end. The third appeared to have been cut with jagged pieces of rock, and was covered in human blood for 13 meters.
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After recovering Parker and Hamilton, Foundation personnel quickly moved to administer amnestics to all involved non-Foundation personnel, as well as develop a cover story for the events which occurred within the mine. Site-81 requisitioned an immediate classification for the mine as SCP-2951, which was granted by the Classification Committee on the 18th of June.
Note: Following the events of June 16th, 1998, Mobile Task Force Trotter-5 "Hell's Heroes" was assigned to further analysis of SCP-2951. Their assigned goals were to assess the anomalous nature of SCP-2951, as well as search for the additional three lost search and rescue crew members and Tevin Napier, who was still missing. The four-man team was to enter SCP-2951 through the secondary access shaft, and spend no longer than forty minutes within the mine.
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Picture taken by member of MTF Trotter-5.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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T5-1: Mics are on.
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T5-4: On.
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T5-2: Check.
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T5-3: On here.
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T5-1: Alright. Let's head down. (Pauses) Be careful right here, don't put your foot on that. It's loose.
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T5-3: You guys aren't going to let us loose on our way down, are you? (Off-mic laughter, T5-3 laughs) Your paperwork to file, I mean.
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T5-2: Come on, Kevin, for fuck's sake.
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T5-3: Alright, alright.
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(T5 team descends shaft. T5-4 notes depth as they descend. Upon reaching 120m, T5-1 stops.)
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T5-2: What's wrong?
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T5-1: This is it. What's our depth?
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T5-4: 120m.
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T5-1: That ain't right. Those state guys said this was more than 200m deep.
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T5-2: Maybe there's a jog? Just around that bend over there, maybe it descends some more.
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T5-1: You'd think we'd see some hooks around here though, right? From the last guys.
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T5-3: Nothing like that. Footprints though, so this is definitely where they were.
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T5-1: Turn on your lamps, let's see what's around the corner here.
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(Team detaches from tethers, moves to corner away from shaft.)
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T5-1: Davies, did you start our clock?
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T5-2: I did, back when we hit dirt.
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T5-1: Good to hear. Let me know every ten minutes.
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T5-2: Yep.
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T5-4: Cap, over here. Something on the wall.
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T5-3: Tether lines. From where they were rubbing up against the rock. How many are there?
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T5-4: Just two.
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T5-2: That's weird.
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T5-1: Get some pictures, and let's keep going. We don't have a lot of time.
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(Team descends lower into the mine. Extraneous dialogue removed from log.)
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T5-2: Ten minutes.
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T5-1: Huh.
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T5-2: What?
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T5-1: Feels like it's been longer than that.
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T5-2: (Pauses) Clock is working fine, batteries are all juiced up and everything.
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T5-1: Just imagining it.
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T5-3: Man, it gets really tight up there. This is an access shaft?
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T5-1: Yeah. Supposed to connect with the rest of the mine, but it's just an emergency exit. We'll have more room to breathe once we reconnect.
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T5-4: We're going to need to go single file.
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T5-1: I'll take the head. File in.
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(Team begins to move single file through a section of tunnel. Significant time passes, but little discussion is had between team members.)
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T5-1: Where are we at on the clock?
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T5-2: (Pauses) 17 minutes.
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T5-3: That definitely isn't right.
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T5-4: Is this a temporal anomaly?
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T5-1: By the looks of it. (Pauses) You guys see that?
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T5-5: What?
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T5-2: Light?
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T5-1: Bet that's the rest of the mine. Not much further to go now.
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T5-4: I hear something.
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T5-3: Probably the wind.
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T5-4: No, it's below us. Deep.
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T5-2: Might be more seismic activity.
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T5-5: That definitely isn't right.
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T5-1: Let's get out of this hole, then. A cave in here and we're toast.
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(Team moves quickly towards the light in front of them. Passageway begins to open slightly.)
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T5-2: Why would there be light down here?
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T5-4: Maybe the other rescuers? They had lamps, I think.
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T5-2: Yeah, but it's been a few days. They can't be rated for that long.
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T5-6: Where are we at on the clock?
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T5-2: Uh… 17 minutes.
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T5-3: Fuck.
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T5-2: This isn't right.
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T5-4: How much further?
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T5-5: No, it's below us. Deep.
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T5-1: Yeah, maybe another twenty meters.
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T5-2: Move your asses, boys. I feel funny.
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T5-3: If you're gonna throw up, keep it back—
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T5-4: Shut up, man.
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T5-7: Where are we at?
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T5-1: 10 meters.
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T5-2: It's like we're getting pinned in—
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T5-5: How much further?
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T5-3: Fuck!
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T5-4: Where are the lights?
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T5-1: Hang on. My lamp is out too.
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T5-6: Fuck!
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T5-2: Something is moving.
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T5-5: It's below us. Deep.
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T5-1: Can you all calm the fuck down for five seconds.
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T5-3: Can't see in the dark, Cap.
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T5-1: I've got a lighter.
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(Silence. Lighter flickers on.)
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T5-1: Alright. This tunnel is blocked.
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T5-2: Might be from the seismic activity.
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T5-4: No, it's settled. This has been here a while.
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T5-1: This tunnel, though—
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T5-5: No, it's—
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T5-1: This looks pretty clean cut. What do you see down that way?
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T5-3: Not much. It just keeps going down.
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T5-2: I smell something. Ozone.
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T5-1: Yeah, me too. What's our clock at?
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T5-3: Something written on the wall here, I can't make it out.
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T5-2: 13 minutes.
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T5-1: We've been down here too long already.
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T5-5: Too long.
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T5-3: You want to head back?
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T5-1: I'm thinking we need more equipment, maybe more—
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T5-6: Too long.
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T5-2: I'm fine with that. I don't want to go down there yet.
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T5-4: I'll go first this time. Everybody squeeze in.
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T5-7: Too long in the fire.
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T5-1: Let's go.
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(Time passes. Extraneous dialogue removed.)
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T5-2: Thank god, I can see again.
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T5-3: There's the access shaft.
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T5-4: Hang on. Did you say something?
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T5-3: No?
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T5-4: Who— shit! What are you?
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T5-2: There were only four of us, right?
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T5-6: There were only four of us, right?
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T5-1: Jesus fucking—
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T5-7: There were only—
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(Gunshot)
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T5-5: Too long in the fire, too long in the fire, too long in the fire, too—
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T5-1: Fucking shoot the goddamn gun, Daniel, I don't care who it sounds like.
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(Gunshot)
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T5-6: We've been down here too long already.
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(Gunshot)
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T5-1: Who the fuck—
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T5-3: They're wearing our uniforms, how—
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T5-4: That one is smoking, it's on fi—
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T5-1: Stand back!
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(Violent combustion)
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T5-2: What's it saying?
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T5-1: Get the fuck do—
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(Violent combustion. All recording devices cease function.)
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[END LOG]
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Note: Following these events, MTF T-5 was removed from the access shaft and given a physical and psychological evaluation. T5-1, -3, and -4 suffered minor lacerations and burns as a result of the explosion, and T5-2 was moved to Site-81 for his injuries.
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The three unidentified individuals who attacked the members of MTF T-5 all wore the exact same uniforms and equipment as the other members of the unit, and were confirmed to have exactly mimicked the voices of other team members. This, combined with the low lighting and tight quarters is believed to have contributed to the team members' inability to distinguish exactly how many individuals were with them at the time.
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Psychological Evaluation Audio Transcript
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Note: The following is the audio transcript from the psychological evaluation of MTF T-5-3.
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Dr. Rosstetler: In our analysis of the audio files, we noticed that several times your teammates made note of the anomalous passage of time. Can you confirm this?
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T5-3: Yeah, I can. I've been in similar situations, temporal dilations and stuff like that. You start to lose track of time, even when you know a bit is passing by. I don't know how long we were down there, but I think… maybe four hours?
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Dr. Rosstetler: Your recorders were active for five hours and thirty-three minutes, agent.
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T5-3: Time I'm not going to get back, yeah. How long were we down there up here?
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Dr. Rosstetler: Nineteen minutes.
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T5-3: Jesus Christ. I take that back, then, I haven't ever been in anything like that.
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Dr. Rosstetler: Did you feel any adverse effects, mentally, from the time dilation?
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T5-3: Sort of. It's like, soup, I think, when you're in one of those. Your mind starts to feel kind of thick, right? Things happen and they're not really clear, you can't recall exactly when they happened even if they just did, stuff like that. It's disorienting.
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Dr. Rosstetler: I see. Did you at any point notice the three individuals we recovered before you reached the access shaft?
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T5-3: Recover is a strong word.
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Dr. Rosstetler: Their remains, I mean.
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T5-3: I still don't get how they got that stuff. They had the name badges and everything, just with the identification scorched off. That's real strange. (Pauses) Notice them… no. In the dark, you know, it was just single file. I was lookin' at Daniel… I mean, I thought I was. But the acoustics were real bad too, couldn't tell where the sound was coming from. Kept hearing him behind me. I guess I was. I don't know, it's like I said; you know things are happening around you and you react to them, but they all just feel… wrong.
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Dr. Rosstetler: I see.
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T5-3: They never found that kid, did they? He never came out later?
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Dr. Rosstetler: No.
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T5-3: Ah, shit. (Pauses) What about Davies?
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Dr. Rosstetler: (Silence)
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T5-3: Armin, come on, you know—
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Dr. Rosstetler: He still hasn't said anything, Kevin. Opened his mouth a few times, but nothing's come out. Doesn't even look at you.
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T5-3: Goddammit.
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Dr. Rosstetler: (Pauses) Do you want an amnestic? I can have something ordered for you, or—
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T5-3: Nah. If I'm still dreaming about that thing screaming at me with my own voice in a month, I'll let you order it.
Following the events recorded in Addendum 2951.3, Foundation research personnel began to collect data about the Lemon Quarry and the mine there. This proved to be difficult, as the original B.G. Hoadley company had folded nearly forty years prior and all company records were presumed destroyed. Additionally, the potentially anomalous nature of Kervier International2 made accessing their records difficult. However, a recovered contact list within an abandoned B.G. Hoadley office in nearby Bedford allowed Foundation investigators to contact a Mr. Gorman P. Ellis, an elderly and retired B.G. Hoadley investigator.
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Mr. Ellis was cooperative when contacted, and met with Foundation investigators. It was during this interview that Foundation personnel were alerted to the information held by Kervier administrator J. Howard Barnes, which was later collected and assessed as part of the investigation. The following is the audio transcript of an interview conducted by Agent Young with Mr. Ellis.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Young: We appreciate you meeting with us, Mr. Ellis. We promise we won't take much of your time.
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Ellis: That's fine, that's fine.
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Young: What can you tell us about your time at B.G. Hoadley?
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Ellis: Well, I hired in as a day laborer, just like my father had. He was a foreman with the company when I was a boy, so was my uncle, James Ellis. My uncle was an associate of Mr. Hoadley and Mr. Hedgewater, both big limestone men back in the 30s and 40s. I worked for Hedgewater for a while at United Limestone, and transferred to Hoadley just before my father retired, as a foreman myself.
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Young: Which sites were you assigned to during your time with the company?
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Ellis: Well let's see… there was the Springville site up north, and another near Orleans off of 37. Worked both of them for a fair few years. Then we opened up the big site west of Mitchell, and I was there until I retired.
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Young: Do you know anything about the Lemon site, in Guthrie?
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Ellis: I suppose I do.
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Young: Did you ever work there?
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Ellis: No, can't say I did. That was, ah… Ron Pitts, I think. Just an acquaintance, not somebody I knew all that well.
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Young: Do you know—
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Ellis: Actually, now that you mention it, I did spend some time at Lemon. Just… hard to remember. I went with a team of boys to clean up after they shut it down. There was an earthquake, see, collapsed some of the tunnels. Said it wasn't geologically sound.
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Young: Something wrong?
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Ellis: I always thought that was a bit queer. We don't get earthquakes around here. All that limestone, you know, dampens the shakes from down south or somewhere else.
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Young: Did they tell you anything else about that mine?
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Ellis: Oh, it was such a long time ago now. We just had to move some machinery, load it onto trucks and move it down south. I don't think I ever spoke to any of the foremen there. They were mostly outside men at that point anyway, just using Hoadley equipment.
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Young: I see. What about the collapse? Were there ever any casualties?
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Ellis: I think they, uh… lost a few boys, but I can't say for sure. That would happen then, you know. Weren't as careful as they are now, I reckon. Even so, it wasn't something that was talked about much.
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Young: Our records indicate that B.G. Hoadley sold that mine to Kervier shortly after the collapse. Is there any reason you can think of why they'd do that?
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Ellis: Hmmmmm… no, can't say why. United had bought a few, but usually part of some deal to open up another mine. Kervier wasn't from around here, they were out of state. Not real common for a group like that to buy up a mine, especially one as small as Lemon.
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Young: I see. Anything else you'd like to add, Mr. Ellis?
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Ellis: See if you can get a hold of a gentleman named… ah, let me think. Was it Jim? Jeff? Anyway, Barnes was his last name. He was a bit older than me, so he might've passed away by now, but he was involved in that cleanup, I think. He was Hedgewater's contact with Kervier when I worked for them, and I'd spoken to him a few times. Decent enough fellow, he might be able to tell you a little more.
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Young: Thank you sir, I—
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Ellis: You know… I've been thinking. There was something else about that cleanup that seemed so peculiar. We came in with about a dozen guys to get those machines loaded up, but there were another dozen or so there from Kervier who were cleaning up their stuff, and maybe five or six more Hoadley men doing the same. Quietest job we ever worked. I don't know if a single one of them said anything to us the entire time we were there.
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[END LOG]
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Addendum 2951.5: Collected Personal Correspondence of J. Howard Barnes
I don't know if you've heard yet, but there was an incident at the Guthrie mine. A cave in triggered by some earthquake. There are twenty or so boys trapped down in there. They're trying to get a team to move the rubble, but it's not going well.
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Thought you should know, in case you need to call the lawyers. I'll try to call out of the office tomorrow.
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Best,
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Trent
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Jeremiah, a bunch of suits showed up today asking about the cave in. We don't know if they're lawyers or what, but they kept asking real queer questions. Wanted to listen to the rocks and stuff at the cave in, like they was trying to hear something. You know anything about this?
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Nate Wabash
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Mr. Barnes,
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Our organization has recently purchased the rights to the Guthrie Lemon Quarry, and are interested in any information you might have about it. A representative of ours will be in your area within the next week, and would love to speak with you about it, as well as about opportunities within our organization you may be interested in.
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Yours truly,
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David P. Whitinger
+Kervier International
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I saw it myself, Jeremiah. I saw something that was like a man crawl out of that hole. It smoked and burned and cried out in another's voice. It was a thing pulled straight from the Pit itself, I have no doubt.
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That man from Geist said as much himself, that the pillars that support the world will crack and crumble, and the foundation will become loose. What lies below will become accessible, and its might will fall upon the meek. I saw it with my own eyes, I know it is true.
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I still hear its words, Jeremiah. "Ten thousand years." Screaming like a wild dog, shrieking like it was cornered. "Ten thousand years in the fire."
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Addendum 2951.6: Collected Correspondence from Gorman P. Ellis
On April 19th, 2003, the aforementioned Mr. Gorman P. Ellis passed away. Due to his person of interest status, Foundation personnel moved to seize his assets for further analysis. The following is a letter, believed to be penned by Mr. Ellis, to an unknown recipient concerning SCP-2951.
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It was twenty-three in total. Twenty-three of those poor boys got stuck behind that wall. We could hear them for days, shouting behind those rocks while we sat around on our asses and did nothing.
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Have you ever been down in a mine during a blackout, Kim? Let me tell you about it. First there is a moment of panic, when everybody scrambles to figure out what's going on. Then, as things calm down, you try to get your eyes adjusted to the dark around you. But you never get adjusted, because there's nothing to see. It's not like dark at night, where you can see stars and the moon, or a streetlight. There is no light in a mine during a blackout. There's nothing to see down there.
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Then you start to hear things. Some boys will hear voices, or animals, or any number of things that just aren't there. Some will wander off and get lost, they won't follow the ropes back up. Some will fall in a shaft or into a crevice, and you'll never see them again. Then it gets real quiet.
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I got to see that tunnel they found before the cave-in. Very queer, Kim. Didn't look dug by tools, not proper. Didn't even have time to string up lights in it, to see where it went. I don't know what's down there. Anyway, all I'm saying is, I haven't thought much about Hell but I sure think we deserve it. Whatever happens to those boys, as long as they’re down there, is our fault. It's our fault for doing nothing.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-297 is to be kept in a standard lockbox at Site 19's High Value Item Storage Facility. Standard positive-action defenses (explosive, chemical, biological, and memetic) are to be in place at all times, according to standard operating procedure. Personnel wishing to utilize SCP-297 for experimental or field purposes must fill out a Form-32 and submit it to the head of Research and Containment.
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Description: SCP-297 is a transparent plastic vibrator, approximately 30 cm in length, 5 cm in width. Examination has determined that the internal structure has been heavily altered, and that the standard 6 V power supply has been converted into what appears to be a micronized nuclear reactor powered by a small quantity of plutonium.
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In addition, the standard power/intensity controls have been altered from the normal on/off switch with secondary intensity dial, to a single five-stage selector switch. The bottom four intensity levels (off, low, medium, high) appear to be within normal parameters for such a device, and can be used safely for such purposes if so desired.
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When turned to the highest intensity setting (labeled "suicide"), SCP-297's vibration frequency swiftly increases to upwards of 200,000 kHz. If the upper portion of the device is touched to any solid material, SCP-297 will change frequency to one that causes a positive harmonic feedback loop in the object, causing the object to lose cohesion within sixty seconds of continual contact. This invariably kills organisms that it is exposed to.
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Experimentation has determined that SCP-297 can disintegrate a 1 meter cube of concrete into powder within ten seconds. The time required for other objects varies, based on the density and harmonic properties of the material. Due to the similarities between the effects of SCP-297 and SCP-1012, investigation into whether both effects are variations of the same phenomena are ongoing.
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Addendum: Circumstances of Retrieval: SCP-297 was retrieved from the third basement of the parking structure of a thirty-story apartment building in Los Angeles, California, on ██-██-████. According to eyewitnesses, the device bored a vertical hole through the entire building's northwestern corner, starting from the 30th floor and proceeding, floor by floor, through the entire structure, until a maintenance worker neutralized the device by turning it off. All witnesses were detained and administered Class A amnestics, and the device was retrieved by Foundation personnel. A large quantity of organic slurry (later identified as a liquefied human body) was found on the thirtieth floor, at the upper limit of the damage.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3014 is to be stored in a 8 meter by 8 meter by 5 meter containment cell at Site-15. SCP-3014 is to be given access to controlled WiFi content for 3 hours a day. At least 4 Level 4 Foundation IT specialists are to control the exact contents of the data packets sent to SCP-3014. Any information packets being sent to SCP-3014 are to be analyzed for any information that is important and could cause issues if lost. Every week, SCP-3014 is to interviewed to re-gain potential lost information. In the event that SCP-3014 does not receive proper information, all forms of internet access within 100 meters of SCP-3014 and its cell are to be destroyed.
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The content to be given to SCP-3014 is to be automatically generated fictional stories generated by AI sources. Stories are to not contain any important information relating to science, history, culture, or any other well-known concept in case an antimemetic event occurs.
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As of Incident 3014-3, At least 2 guards armed with light explosive weaponry are to remain near SCP-3014 and its cell at all times. Personnel are not to be allowed to communicate with SCP-3014 unless given permission by the current lead researcher on duty for SCP-3014. Bimonthly, SCP-3014 is to be given a psychological evaluation by the current lead researcher of SCP-3014. Any requests for extra equipment capable of sending or receiving signals is to be denied without review.
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The use of SCP-3014 to contain digital anomalies, specifically memetic, is under consideration.
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Description: SCP-3014 is a sapient hexapod robotic construct of unknown origin. The entity’s body is segmented into 3 separate spherical pieces, each roughly with a diameter of 0.5 meters and two legs that are approximately 2 meters long at full extension.
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The entity possesses a rear antenna of a design beyond current understanding. It appears similar to human designs, however near the tip of the antenna is a large crystal of unknown composition that seems to be fractured in half. Sampling proves the crystals structure to be similar to that of diamond. According to SCP-3014, it is broken, and previously could broadcast information faster than light, but this has not been confirmed. Analysis of the antenna for replication for Foundation use is being considered.
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SCP-3014 was recovered after several hundred residents of ████████, UK reported weak internet connection. When civilian internet service providers investigated, they discovered SCP-3014. Foundation Agents in the area took over, and discovered SCP-3014 was attempting to construct a form of communication array but was lacking the needed tools and parts. The entity was forcefully contained. Damage and internet outages were later blamed on a severe storm, and amnestics were properly distributed.
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The frontmost segment of SCP-3014 is considered the head of the entity. Sticking out of the head is a small square screen about 1 meter long. The entity uses this to communicate.
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SCP-3014 is composed of an unknown material. Due to the extreme strength and density of the material, sampling and internal imaging has proven difficult. The tests that have been performed show similarities to carbon nanotubes, although of a much more advanced design.
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SCP-3014 appears to take in information that is in the form of wireless internet networking. SCP-3014 claims that it "consumes" this data. The entity requires roughly 500 megabytes of data per 24 hours to preserve normal function. The information that SCP-3014 consumes is memorized and permanently stored. SCP-3014 has learned, from internet access, human language and grammar to a high degree. However, the entity prefers to type in short incomplete sentences because, according to the entity, it is more comfortable to speak as it is similar to its original language.
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Upon consumption of data, there is an estimated 56% chance that the data gains temporary antimemetic properties. SCP-3014 claims that this is "digestion problems." The majority of sapient beings who know the content (being video, audio, text or otherwise) begin to forget it and suffer extreme difficulty trying to remember the data if shown again. In rare cases, digitally stored versions of this content will be completely deleted or expunged. This effect will last anytime from 16 hours to ██ months. In emergency situations, SCP-3014 can consume stored content. If this occurs, the antimemetic effects are permanent, and extend to SCP-3014 itself.
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The content of the data that SCP-3014 has consumed is relevant. SCP-3014 claims that data that reveals more important or interesting information is more "tasty" and that uninteresting data is "bland and tasteless." SCP-3014 refuses to consume data that is a repeat of previous information or very similar to previous information, claiming it to be "disgusting."
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If SCP-3014 does not receive its required information, it may begin to attempt to forcefully consume information, breaking through information firewalls with relative ease. When this occurs, the rate of antimemetic events increases to 90%, as well as the duration appearing unlimited. It is unknown if this has ever occurred, or if [REDACTED]. Additional effects of this are unknown due to information loss.
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If the entity has not been fed for an extended amount of time, information that SCP-3014 has consumed may begin to re-appear. However, this information will still be antimemetic. In addition, data stored near this antimemetic information may also begin to take on antimemetic qualities, which can spread. This can be solved by deleting the information, but this can prove difficult due to the nature of antimemetics.
Foreword: This is the first interview in which the entity reported being depressed.
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. █████: Greetings SCP-3014, how are you feeling?
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SCP-3014: sad.
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Dr. █████: <pause> And why is that?
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SCP-3014: friends gone.
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Dr. █████: Who are your friends? Where are they?
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SCP-3014: one changes worlds. one fights. one builds. i speak to father. so many others. together so long. through space. not for here. somewhere else.
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Dr. █████: <pause> This is the first time you've divulged this information to us, SCP-3014. What-
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SCP-3014: father went away. maybe dead. friends gone. we landed here. separated. i knew where. but i was so hungry… <SCP-3014 begins to curl>
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: SCP-3014 refused to speak for the next 3 interview sessions. SCP-3014 requested data involving communication equipment, which was denied.
On ██/██/20██, a containment breach occurred at Site-██, where SCP-3014 was temporarily being contained while being transported. SCP-3014 was compliant with Foundation personnel and remained in its cell. However, a power outage occurred and due to wreckage the wing of the site in which SCP-3014 was contained was isolated for 12 days. After 3 days, SCP-3014 became less friendly and began to act agitated despite not losing any apparent function. After 5 days of not being fed, SCP-3014 began to make threats of physical harm towards Foundation personnel. After 8 days, SCP-3014 began emitting an unknown extremely radioactive material and physically attacking Foundation personnel.
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[REDACTED]
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Remaining security cameras show SCP-3014 attempting to use the debris to construct a long range communication system from stored information. SCP-3014 was contained before it could complete, but modified computer terminals show the message the SCP-3014 was attempting to broadcast. It contained fragments of SCP-3014's language. Also connected were the exact coordinates of several Foundation facilities.
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my friends. [unintelligible]
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i miss you. its been so long.
+[unintelligible]
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[unintelligible] the fathers. they won't come.
+so many sleeping. wake up.
+please. wherever you are.
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[unintelligible] meet with me.
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together.
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SCP-3014 is to be reclassified from Safe to Euclid.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3164 is currently maintained as private property by a Foundation shell company. Routine checks are performed by local operatives to ensure no individuals remain on the island after sundown.
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Description: SCP-3164 is a 20th-century manor-style complex on a formerly private island in the Hebrides. SCP-3164's anomalous effects are triggered whenever one or more individuals resides overnight within the complex. As of 10/03/2017, SCP-3164's anomalous effects are no longer active.
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SCP-3164 entering an active state will usually be indicated by the anomalous formation of large, dark thunderclouds and generally poor weather, preventing entry to or egress from the island for the duration of its active phase. All individuals residing in the complex will begin to act in a manner consistent with stock characters of the horror genre: this includes a “murderer” character, who will stalk and individually kill each remaining character until they are the only one remaining, which terminates the active state. Depending on the number of individuals on the island and the characters they represent, active states can last anywhere from four hours to eighteen days.
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Notably, individuals terminated during an SCP-3164 active state will remanifest in one of the complex’s guest bedrooms the morning following full completion of the active state, with restored free will and full memory of all events that transpired. A small card on the individual’s nightstand will read “Beter (sic) luck next time!”: the means by which these cards, or the individuals, remanifest is currently poorly understood. Cadavers generated by a SCP-3164 active state, however, will remain in place, which may cause significant emotional distress to individuals upon their discovery.
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Discovery: SCP-3164 is listed in local development records as a Victorian-themed haunted resort and hotel, although no developer name is listed on these records and it was never officially opened to the public. In 2010, a police case involving two tourists reporting their own corpses after sleeping on the premises attracted significant media and Foundation attention; due to the poorly-understood nature of the anomaly, the initial containment team inadvertently triggered an active state while securing the island.
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Testing Logs:
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To eliminate confusion, test subjects are referred to as their character archetype during testing summaries.
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Subjects: Dr. Maria Vanger (“Lover”), Dr. Lamar Elworthy (“Groundskeeper”), MTF Lambda-5 Operative Adam Barnes (“Athlete”), MTF Lambda-5 Operative Michael Cruz (“Murderer”)
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Notes: After remaining in the complex after sundown, the initial survey team inadvertently became the first Foundation personnel to trigger an active state: as a result, no formalized testing procedures had been put in place.
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Results: All characters initially remain in the dining room for protection. When Lover and Athlete eventually move upstairs to copulate, Murderer stalks and kills Groundskeeper outside the house, and then individually eliminates Athlete and Lover after they investigate noises. All members of the survey team are discovered the next morning in a considerable state of shock, and are placed on short-term leave.
Notes: Attempt to discover the consistency of the active state.
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Results: Stranger wanders the grounds, where she observes Murderer watching from the windows. After climbing to the attic, she is promptly killed and the active state ends. Framework for active state generally understood.
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Subjects: 76 D-Class personnel (list redacted for brevity)
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Notes: Attempt to prevent Murderer from dispatching characters individually.
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Results: Active state lasts for eighteen days, the longest on record. During this time, each individual character shows extremely poor judgement, such as exploring abandoned buildings and travelling alone to remote parts of the island where they are dispatched by Murderer.
Notes: Attempt to interrupt active state by airdropping four-man MTF squad onto the island to terminate Murderer.
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Results: Due to the poor weather and visibility conditions, two MTF members were lost in the drop and considered KIA. The remaining two immediately adopted character personas upon touching down (“Constable” and “Drunk,” respectively), and were promptly terminated by Murderer. Containment team reprimanded for unnecessary waste of resources and lives.
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Subjects: D-99460 (age 8), D-98156 (age 6)
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Notes: Denied by Ethics Committee.
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Subjects: D-80412, D-37240, D-12660 (“Murderer”?)
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Notes: All 3 D-Class personnel had been quadruple-amputated due to prior testing, and had been functioning with the use of heavy prosthetics. MTF Lambda-5 operatives maneuvered the subjects into SCP-3164, removed the prosthetics, and left before sundown.
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Results: As subjects were unable to move during the experiment, exact characters unknown. After 5 days D-12660 (presumed to be Murderer) expired from dehydration, triggering the end of the active phase. Since this date, no new active phases have been observed, despite the presence of individuals overnight.
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Addendum: On 12/04/2017, approximately one month after the cessation of SCP-3164's active phases, former Head Researcher Oliana Kaiwi received an unmarked wooden crate containing a deerstalker hat buried within approximately two and a half pounds of confetti. A potential connection with SCP-3164 is unclear.
The first SCP-3274 instance contained. Recovered in England in 1941.
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Item #: SCP-3274
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Object Class: Keter
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Special Containment Procedures: Agents should be assigned to monitor the general population for SCP-3274 instances. Particular focus should be paid to itinerant individuals and groups, refugees and other undocumented populations. Agents should be granted a large degree of autonomy and minimal records should be kept of their activity and methods.
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SCP-3274 instances can be identified by their unfamiliarity with their surroundings and more general amnesia, with suspected instances being confirmed by medical and genetic assessment. All instances are to be contained at Site-06-3 under standard humanoid containment protocols.
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Gathering information related to SCP-3274-A should be made a high priority. For this purpose all SCP-3274 instances should be interviewed using any and all techniques with a possibility of circumventing the amnestic block. All communication with and experimentation on SCP-3274 is currently prohibited.
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Description: SCP-3274 are adult humans who originate from an unknown point in our future timeline. The earliest identified arrival time is 1941 and arrivals are projected to continue to occur into our own future. All known instances have been extremely effectively amnesticised prior to their arrival here with virtually all memory of their point of origin absent. The sole known exception to this is related to SCP-3274-A. The amnestic methods which have been used are significantly more advanced than any currently known to the Foundation and have thus far proven resistant to all anti-amnestic techniques. Access to all information recovered by anti-amnestic techniques is currently prohibited. Personnel of clearance level 3/3274 or higher should view attached Interview Series 872 for further details.
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Memories retained by SCP-3274 instances consist primarily of practical information related to their time and place of arrival. This information is typically very limited as well as outdated and geographically inaccurate, suggesting a lack of precision in their transportation method. Additionally, all known instances retain a specific memory relating to their motivation for transportation, with only slight variation between instances. The retained memory consists of the individual speaking to themself, claiming that the world will be unavoidably destroyed along with all human life and that retreat into the past is their only chance of survival. The cause of the destruction referenced here has been designated SCP-3274-A.
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Instances report that the message also includes a plea not to attempt to reverse their amnesia or alter future events. All known instances express a certainty of the validity of these memories and they have been verified by all means known to the Foundation of detecting false or artificially generated memories.
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SCP-3274 often attempt to evade containment but are usually easily identified due to their lack of social connections and documentation in addition to their general amnesia. In particular, instances display both a complete lack of personal history and ignorance of local customs and recent events. However, the longer instances go before identification the more they assimilate and the harder they can become to identify.
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In addition to their abnormal behaviour, suspected SCP-3274 instances can be distinguished from the general population by physiological and genetic abnormalities including fine surgical scarring along the cranium, the absence of the genes involved in most currently known genetic diseases and alterations to gamete formation rendering them incapable of reproduction. See [REDACTED] for the full medical and genetic profile.
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There are ███ instances of SCP-3274 currently in Foundation custody, and an unknown number currently uncontained.
The following transcripts are based on recovered audio recordings and medical data. Access to the full audio and video recordings is currently prohibited as they have not yet been determined to be free of cognitohazards.
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Interview 872-17: 12/03/2017
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Interviewed: SCP-3274-872. Originally discovered in Baghdad, Iraq in June 2003.
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Foreword: The primary goal of this interview was to establish the exact nature of SCP-3274-A and identify preventative measures which could be taken.
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The subject was selected due to displaying high resistance to the negative effects of mnestic therapy1 and unusual willingness to co-operate with the memory retrieval process.
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Prior to the interview the subject was administered the newly developed mnestic compound AQUA-RED. This was in the form of an escalating dose regimen delivered over 12 weeks designed to stimulate long term memory recall. See [REDACTED] for the full treatment profile.
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Dr. Shahid: Hello, my name is Dr Shahid and I will be conducting all interviews for your treatment group from now on. Recently, you and some of the others have indicated you've experienced partial memory recovery, are you able to discuss that with us today?
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SCP-3274-872: Yes. I don't know why I chose to forget before but I want to remember now. I'm not one to run from a fight and I hate the idea that I chose this, to abandon everything just to save myself. I need to know why.
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Dr. Shahid: I understand. Now please begin by telling us who you were before you arrived here.
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SCP-3274-872: My name was Amira Muhammed and I was born in the free state of Texas in 2███. I worked as a Class 3 Technician at Foundation Site Gimel-Thaumiel2.
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Dr. Shahid: Yes, that fits with what several of the others reported, it seems that many of you worked for the Foundation in some capacity. We'll return to that subject but for now I'd like you to talk to me about SCP-3274-A, the threat that led to your transportation to this time.
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SCP-3274-872:I want to help but it's hard. My memories are coming back but they don't cohere, there are parts missing. There are some things I can remember like they're right here in front of me but when I try to think of what happened at the end there's nothing. Sometimes I feel like I can almost see it but then it slips away, like a dream after waking up.
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Dr. Shahid: Any memories are an improvement right now and I'm sure we can help you remember everything with time. What about your work with the Foundation then, do you remember anything that could help us?
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SCP-3274-872: I'll tell you all I can but I don't think it will help, not in the way you want it to. The Foundation I worked for wasn't the same as the one that exists now. There'd been too many Keters found and too many close calls so after SCP-█████ metastasised it was clear things had to change. More SCPs got classified Thaumiel and testing became more aggressive. By the time I was recruited we'd began building our own anomalies, really starting to fight back against the chaos.
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Dr. Shahid: Is that related to why you travelled back? Did you create an anomaly that couldn't be contained?
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SCP-3274-872: No, I don't think it was something we made but… it does feel connected.
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Dr. Shahid: Talk to me about your work then. Is there anything useful you do remember?
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SCP-3274-872: I worked on something they called the Retrocausal Transmission Engine. Time travel basically, not that I ever really understood it. I was low level, strictly mechanical operation with no access to the underlying theory. I do know it was supposed to save the world, be the ultimate reset button to fix all our mistakes. But it didn't work right.
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The rules were complicated and it seemed no one understood them. We could travel back easily enough but we couldn't change anything on a large scale. Little things sure, but any attempt to alter the big picture ended in failure. Unintended side-effects, the same events happening for different reasons or even just unprovoked mechanical failure. Before, when I said I didn't think what I told you could help? That's what I meant.
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Dr. Shahid: I appreciate your concern but we still need information. You said earlier that your work felt connected to SCP-3274-A, was it caused by the time-travel somehow?
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SCP-3274-872: I… yes. Yes it… Oh god. I don't think I can talk about this.
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Dr. Shahid: What's wrong?
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SCP-3274-872: I'm trying to remember but there's something stopping me, I think it has to do with what happened. I remember we sent a probe to the future but when I try to think about it… it hurts. My head's full of walls stopping me from thinking and I know I'm the one who put them there. Why did I do that?
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Dr. Shahid: Stay focused Amira. What happened to the probe?
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SCP-3274-872: Oh god, my husband. I had a husband and I remember. I remember what it did to him.
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Subject undergoes tonic-clonic seizure and the interview is halted.
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Interview 872-20: 12/06/2017
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Interviewed: SCP-3274-872
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Interviewer: Ms Sadana, hypnotherapist. Also present were Dr. Shahid, six medical staff and one security guard.
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Foreword: The primary goal of this interview was to establish the exact nature of SCP-3274-A and identify preventative measures which could be taken.
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In order to counter the secondary memory block present in SCP-3274 additional methods were authorised. These consisted of multiple sessions of hypnotic priming as well as the usage of mnestic drug AQUA-RED at an elevated dosage of 2500mcg. A craniotomy was also performed to grant greater access for memory enhancing electrostimulation.
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Induction of the trance state has been removed from this report for brevity
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Ms Sadana: That's great Amira, you're doing very well. Now I want you to think back to what we discussed. What happened when you sent the probe to the future?
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SCP-3274-872: I hear a countdown. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. The probe is gone. I check the energy readings and they're within levels. Someone cheers. There's another countdown for the return. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. The probe is still gone. Confusion, my supervisor shouting questions. Energy levels are spiking, higher than what's supposed to be possible. I yell out but everyone's yelling now. It's gone beyond the five years it was supposed to, beyond the point where our estimates are useful. The connection is lost.
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We try to work out what happened but it doesn't fit with any of the theoretical models. I get frustrated and I leave to call my husband. I lie to him about what I do but he knows something's wrong. He tells a joke that makes me smile and-
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Ms Sadana: How does this relate to SCP-3274-A Amira? Try to stay focused, our time is limited. What happened to the probe?
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SCP-3274-872: The probe comes back wrong. Wrong time, wrong place, just wrong. Something came back with it, a signal that spreads everywhere. The Site locks down. No-one in, no-one out, endless talking huddled in dark rooms. My husband is trapped outside and I can't speak to him. Nothing we do stops it, even the Retrocausal Engine only makes it worse, moving its arrival further and further back. People outside stop being human.
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Ms Sadana: It must have some weakness, some way we can beat it. If it can use time travel to change things so can we. How do we stop it?
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SCP-3274-872: Panicked talks in secure rooms. Theories and speculation. Not physical. Not reality altering. Just information, data transmitted from the future, data that wants to replicate and spread. Data that takes control of people's minds, and their bodies. It can't be stopped. It can't be stopped. It can't be stopped.
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Dr Shahid authorises an increase in cerebral electrostimulation
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Ms Sadana: Focus Amira, don't get distracted. Serve the Foundation and tell us how to stop this thing.
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SCP-3274-872: I think… I think that time travel was always a trap. It was never really ours, the signal just needed us to build it. We should never have ran here, we should never have-
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Oh god. I remember now. I can't stop the memory, oh god make it stop. The sound, the numbers, the people, all of it. I'm not supposed to remember, no-one was supposed to remember….
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Monitoring equipment detects complete shutdown of cerebral activity indicating subject death. Medical staff can be heard attempting to revive the subject but cerebral activity does not resume for the remainder of the recording.
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Dr. Shahid: OK, I think we can close the interview here. Excellent work Ms Sadana, the information we've attained here is invaluable. There are several others who've responded well to the mnestic that I want interviews conducted with as soon-
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SCP-3274-872: [MEMETIC HAZARD REDACTED]
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Dr. Shahid: What the hell was that? Get her sedated now.
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Ms Sadana: Amira please, I need you to-
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The remainder of the recording is unintelligible, largely consisting of screams of pain and unidentified high frequency sounds. Following the death of all attending staff emergency procedures were activated and the room was flooded with high pressure irradiated ███████████ dihydride which was then ignited, incinerating the room's contents. Termination has been assumed to be successful.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-328 is to be kept in a secure locker in storage area 328-A. Access for research requires Level 3 authorisation and will be permitted in most instances. Due to its unclear nature, SCP-328 is not to be allowed into contact with any data-reading device with a connection to the internet or the Foundation intranet. Electronic devices which have been used to study SCP-328 should be clearly labeled "SCP-328 Use Only" and stored in storage area 328-A for common use in case of unidentified viral properties. A small isolated lab adjunct to storage area 328-A (designated 328-B) has been established to this end.
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Description: SCP-328 is a smooth, greenish-yellow disc approximately ten (10) cm in diameter and 4 mm thick, weighing just over thirteen (13) grams, composed of an unknown crystalline organic compound. The bonding pattern of SCP-328 is highly organised, in a manner reminiscent of a data storage or retrieval device. SCP-328-01 (see below), a data file retrieved from SCP-328, seems to confirm this.
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Various analyses of samples of SCP-328 have been inconclusive; some known atomic elements have been identified, but none in recognised compositional patterns, and not enough to account for the mass of the samples used. It is slightly warmer (about 4 degrees Celsius) than its surrounding environment, even when subjected to extreme temperatures. It is susceptible to kinetic damage, but if broken, reforms itself from its largest remaining piece over a period of one week to six months, depending on the severity of damage. Crystallographic analysis of fragments indicates they possess a restructured crystalline form, a scaled-down version of the whole item's structure. As the disc regrows the structure re-expands and returns to its original form. No changes have been observed in binary data obtained from the disc-reader (see below) before and after breakage/reformation.
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SCP-328 has been in the possession of the Foundation since ██-██-18██, when it was recovered from [DATA EXPUNGED]. Until ██-██-19██, the purpose and nature of SCP-328 was uncertain. In an accidental breakthrough, SCP-328 was inserted into an experimental disc drive that had been treated with [REDACTED] as part of the [REDACTED] project (see Addendum 328-1). SCP-328, when used with this reader, produces binary data.
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Multiple cryptographic analyses of the binary code produced indicate that at least some of it is a description of data contained on SCP-328. An algorithm for converting the binary into ASCII code has been developed, and the current extent of translation is appended as SCP-328-01. Veracity of this data is uncertain, but given the coherence of the data produced it seems unlikely it is a random 'fluke'. Curiously, the data obtained is written in over thirty (30) known languages (transliterated into Roman characters) in what appears to be a single article.
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Further attempts to directly access and translate the data on SCP-328 have proven labour-intensive, and full funding for the project has been pulled. Dr. E██████ has announced that anyone with relevant skills (cryptography, data storage/recovery, or linguistics in particular) is welcome to take up translation of SCP-328 as a "hobby item".
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Addendum 328-1: As Project [REDACTED], which produced the original SCP-328 data reader, has been canceled for over a decade, Dr. E██████ has lodged a formal request for O5 clearance to remove the redaction, allowing anyone working on SCP-328 to consider this information. Permission is pending.
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SCP-328-01:
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This comprises the main body of the documents translated from SCP-328. Much of the actual log consists of random ASCII characters, which may be untranslatable text, untranslated text, or may correspond to some other type of information. All data has been translated into English for ease-of-comprehension. The original, untranslated log with complete additional text is stored at SCP-328-01-OR disc in storage area 328-A.
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[TRANSLATED DATA BEGINS]is approximately 4 units in width, 6 units in length, and 0.4 units high when sitting on a flat surface. Its external surface is essentially featureless aside from unrecognised markings on several surfaces, and several narrow slots along the two shorter edges. It tastes of sodium chloride, present in trace (non-toxic) quantities on its surface, and of carbon-based oils and polymers of unidentified composition. ¿^Ô–^wographic analysis of the residues present on the surface and of the material of which the device is comprised indicate it contains several elements unknown to our science. When inactive it radiates very little energy; its surrounding Ø°é–%¬ is flavourless, aside from a hint of #ÕRó×ßo.
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Three indentations along the edge release electromagnetic radiation in a rhythmic pulse. Upon depression of a smooth, flavourless (ie. possessing only the same base flavour as the object) surface on the same edge as the radiators, the top half of the device comes loose, revealing itself to be hinged along the opposite surface. Inside is what appears to be a control console, with 104 nearly-identical depressable surfaces, most of a uniform size. Researcher F÷qèCQœòlDôY‡9‰ has described them as
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+when a small oblong surface is pressed, the translucent surface above the primary interface almost immediately begins emitting class /®Î¼ radiation, which claimed the Nø_=jÌÿ of four researchers before adequate shielding could be devised (see Handling Protocols, above).
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Operation: Trial and error has revealed that depressing certain combinations of the surfaces on the control console will cause changes in the spectrum of radiation emitted by the device. Although the nature of these changes has yet to be determined, the patterns are consistent. Additionally, the device does not emit identical radiation from every surface. It appears to have over one million nearly identical micro-emitters arranged in a gridlike pattern across its surface; each one is capable of emitting variable radiation frequencies. When catalogued and mapped, the different frequencies of radiation form patterns and symbols which at least partially correspond to the symbols mapped onto the control console.
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power source was identified by Researcher F÷qèCQœòlDôY‡9‰. By activating two sliding panels previously unnoticed on the "under"side of the control console, a roughly cylindrical portion hidden beneath the hinge could be removed. While externally undifferentiatable from the main portion of the device, this segment is somewhat denser. After its removal, the device would not activate. It has been advised that the device should be stored in this format from this point on. Against Researcher F÷qèCQœòlDôY‡9‰'s advice, Subresearcher s÷#ÕRop›¥Á, out of curiosity, manipulated what is believed to be a connection socket on the putative power supply. A WP/ÿª—×ç was observed to emit involuntarily from Subresearcher s÷#ÕRop›¥Á, followed by [DATA EXPUNGED]1. Although this is a feasible (if unsavoury) method for recharging the device, should its power supply fail, it is recommended that valuable subresearchers not be used in this manner in the future.
Observation from Queen-Researcher Õï±éúšÓÁÚáGUi6: It seems certain that this is another memetoenergetic weapon developed by Agency F²N„«ã. In light of this, the Research Council should consider releasing another פJý through the[NO FURTHER TRANSLATED INFORMATION]
Special Containment Procedures: As all attempts to take SCP-3583 into custody have resulted in it decohering into its component parts, and a new instance manifesting within three days, containment is focused on supervising its behavior, and on information control. Foundation personnel have been embedded among the employees of SCP-3583's preferred school; for monitoring purposes, 3 Foundation personnel are to embark on SCP-3583 at the end of each school day. Except for purposes of approved experimentation into Behavior Pattern SCP-3583-2, no more than 4 personnel are to embark.
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Standard Internet-monitoring bots have been set to watch video-sharing sites for further copies of videos made from within SCP-3583; all such copies are to be taken down.
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Description: SCP-3583 is a schoolbus which displays multiple anomalous properties, the most evident of which is that it is autonomous.1 As well, close inspection reveals that it is composed of a wide variety of mismatched schoolbus parts, held together by an unknown force.
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SCP-3583 associates itself with [REDACTED] Public School, in the town of [REDACTED], Oklahoma. At 3:20pm each school day, SCP-3583 manifests in a random location in the bus zone outside the school, opens its door, and waits 7 minutes. During this interval, a maximum of 56 children may embark of their own volition (a maximum of 8 adults will also be able to embark, with each adult apparently being considered equal to two children). If, after 7 minutes, SCP-3583 does not contain its desired number of passengers, it begins to honk its horn. This produces a cognitohazardous effect whereby all children within hearing range will enter a fugue state, abandon their other activities, and embark on SCP-3583. If there are insufficient children within hearing range, the horn will become progressively louder.
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Once SCP-3583 contains its desired number of passengers, it will demanifest from the bus zone and enter an anomalous region of space (henceforth SCP-3583-A). SCP-3583-A is recognizably based on the town of [REDACTED], but with multiple divergences, including but not limited to violent civil unrest, seismic and volcanic activity, frequent high-voltage electrical discharges, inconsistent gravity, building fires, predatory megafauna, open military conflict with public mass executions, and animate cadavers of varying degrees of decomposition and mutilation.
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In SCP-3583-A, SCP-3583 will engage in one of two distinct behavior patterns, depending on how many adults are present.
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Behavior pattern 1 (0-4 adults): SCP-3583 will drive through SCP-3583-A until it reaches the counterpart of an individual child's residence.2 There, it will return to normal space, and allow the child to disembark. It will then return to SCP-3583-A, proceed to the counterpart of another child's residence, and continue in this fashion until all the children have disembarked; afterward, it will deliver any adults to their individual residences in the same fashion. Once the last adult has disembarked, SCP-3583 will demanifest.
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Behavior pattern 2 (5-8 adults): SCP-3583 will emerge from SCP-3583-A at the sites of historic mass casualty events (identified sites include the World Trade Center, Khao Lak, Pompeii, and Nanjing) in the days or weeks prior to their occurrence.3 SCP-3583 will then drive around the site for between 45 and 150 minutes, after which it will engage in Behavior Pattern 1.
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Interview log 3583-08F2X; interview subject: Principal ████████
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Principal ████████: We expected you a lot sooner. We sent a half-dozen reports back when it first showed up. What took you so long?
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Agent Patel: Uh, we looked into it, and it turns out that, uh, somewhere along the line – before they got to us, I should emphasize – the reports were processed by a person who decided you were, uh, intoxicated and hallucinating.
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Principal ████████: …that son of a bitch. That son of a bitch! I'll have you know I've been clean for fifteen years five months! Who's the bastard who says I fell off the wagon? Was it [REDACTED]?
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Agent Patel: Really, I'm sorry, I can't tell you that. I don't actually know, and even if I did I couldn't tell you.
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Principal ████████: <sigh> Okay, fine. So if it wasn't our reports, how'd you find out about it?
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Agent Patel: Some of the kids started posting videos online.
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Principal ████████: Oh shit.
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Agent Patel: Yeah, tell me about it. Took us a good week to scrub them all.
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Principal ████████: You can do that?
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Agent Patel: We can do a lot of stuff.
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Principal ████████: But not actually stop it from coming back, I guess.
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Agent Patel: Well… doesn't look like it, no.
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Principal ████████: How far did you get it before it fell apart?
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Agent Patel: The first time, we actually got it into the secured garage. But now it lets go as soon as we've hauled it off the school property.
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Principal ████████: I could've warned you, y'know. We did try getting rid of it ourselves, at first. Clamped its wheels and towed it off to the dump. Poof, bus parts all over the road.
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Agent Patel: One of our people suggested we legally expand your school's area, see if that'd do anything, but–
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Principal ████████: Oh, is that why there were surveyors all over the place last month?
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Agent Patel: Yeah, we figured it'd be a good idea to start small before we got into expropriating all your neighbors. Didn't make a difference, but, uh, enjoy your extra 1000 square feet.
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Principal ████████: Ha. Of all the things I expected from you Men-in-Black assholes, space for a new playground wasn't one of them. Halfway thought you might shut us down!
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Agent Patel: We did seriously consider that, actually.
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Principal ████████: … oh.
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Agent Patel: But if we do that, if you're not here, it might just find some other school. We can't take that risk. So we'll embed some of our people in your staff, to keep an eye on it.
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Principal ████████: How many?
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Agent Patel: Uh… probably not more than six?
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Principal ████████: I don't have the budget for that.
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Agent Patel: No, we'll handle their salaries.
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Principal ████████: Huh. Must be nice.
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Agent Patel: Uh… I guess so? Anyway, before I leave, I wanted to thank you.
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Principal ████████: Hm?
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Agent Patel: For being so reasonable about this. A lot of the time, if we have to leave the, uh, anomaly on site, the locals get upset.
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Principal ████████: Well, yeah. If we really wanted it gone, we wouldn't have stopped reporting it.
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Agent Patel: My bosses'll want an explanation for that.
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Principal ████████: You can't just tell 'em we don't mind having it here?
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Agent Patel: Hey, come on. Would you accept that?
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Principal ████████: <sigh> Look. Whatever it is, it pretty clearly wants to be a schoolbus. And it's not doing that bad a job. I mean, hell dimension aside, it's got a perfect safety record. Been doing this five years, and it's never so much as had a kid get hurt in a fight. I've had living drivers who can't say that. And… okay, look, can I be honest with you?
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Agent Patel: Please do?
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Principal ████████: Do you realize how much a schoolbus costs? Just the bus, not even counting the fuel and the maintenance and the driver? With what we've saved since this thing showed up, we were able to hire a music teacher.
Approximate dimensions necessary for remote manipulation by SCP-3727
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Item #: SCP-3727
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3727 is to be kept in a standard humanoid holding cell at Site-17. No syringes or objects resembling syringes are to be brought within the line of sight of SCP-3727 unless authorized by research personnel. The walls of SCP-3727’s cell are to be regularly checked for perforations. In the event that SCP-3727’s cell has sustained damage, SCP-3727 is to be moved to a temporary containment unit until repairs are complete.
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Description: SCP-3727 is a 52 year old caucasian male with the ability to remotely manipulate syringes, as well as any objects that resemble a syringe in shape. The exact specifications of what qualifies as “syringe-shaped” have not been fully defined, but the presence of a pointed tip, a broader section resembling the barrel of a syringe, and a segment resembling the plunger are necessary. An object does not have to function as a syringe in order to fall under the effects of SCP-3727. The strength of SCP-3727’s remote manipulation is unclear, with SCP-3727 being able to move syringe shaped objects of several metric tons in weight and move them at speeds of up to 375 m/s (as of ██/██/20██) with no signs of exhaustion. These effects extend to any syringe shaped object within approximately 50 meters and within line of sight of SCP-3727.
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Upon initial questioning, SCP-3727 claimed to be a doctor from ██████, Tennessee. Analysis of SCP-3727’s birth certificate and SSN have confirmed this statement. SCP-3727 also claimed to have no recollection regarding the nature and origin of its anomalous properties, stating that they were first noticed about two months before Foundation acquisition. SCP-3727 has been largely compliant during Foundation custody, and has usually refrained from using its anomalous properties unless instructed.
Experiment 3727-A:
+Object: Medical grade hypodermic syringe
+Instructions: Move object 2 meters.
+Results: Successful manipulation.
+Conclusion: SCP-3277 can manipulate syringes.
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Experiment 3727-B:
+Object: Standard 100-gauge insulin syringe
+Instructions: Perform an insulin injection on D-7623, a Type 1 Diabetic
+Results: Injection successfully completed. No adverse effects reported by D-7623.
+Conclusion: SCP-3727 is capable of finely maneuvering desired syringes.
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Experiment 3727-C:
+Object: Plastic mold of a hypodermic syringe
+Instructions: Move object 2 meters.
+Results: Successful manipulation.
+Conclusion: SCP-3727 is capable of moving objects that resemble syringes, even when said object are not syringes.
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Experiment 3727-D:
+Object: Standard 100-gauge insulin syringe. Needle is bent by 85°.
+Instructions: Realign needle
+Results: SCP-3727 was unable to manipulate the syringe in any capacity.
+Conclusion: SCP-3727 is incapable of moving objects that are not shaped like proper syringes, even when said objects are syringes.
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Experiment 3727-E:
+Object: Photograph of a hypodermic syringe
+Instructions: Move object 2 meters.
+Results: SCP-3727 was unable to manipulate the photograph in any capacity.
+Conclusion: Objects must bear more than a visual resemblance to a syringe, and must be three-dimensional.
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Experiment 3727-F:
+Object: Asian Tiger Mosquito (Aedes albopictus)
+Instructions: Move object 2 meters.
+Results: SCP-3727 was unable to manipulate the organism in any capacity.
+Conclusion: Objects that do not bear a structural resemblance to a typical syringe cannot be manipulated, even if said objects are capable of syringe-like functions.
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Experiment 3727-G:
+Object: Concrete cast in the shape of a syringe with a mass of 25 metric tons.
+Instructions: Move object 2 meters.
+Results: Manipulation successful.
+Conclusion: SCP-3727 can manipulate objects many times larger than typical syringes.
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Experiment 3727-H:
+Object: Concrete cast in the shape of a syringe with a mass of 25 metric tons.
+Instructions: Accelerate object to 30 m/s.
+Results: Manipulation successful. Object attains speed of 30 m/s in 2 seconds.
+Conclusion: SCP-3727 can exert forces of at least 375 KNs on desired syringe-shaped objects.
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Experiment 3727-I:
+Object: Carbon molecular construct resembling a syringe.
+Instructions: Move object across length of petri dish.
+Results: Manipulation successful.
+Conclusion: SCP-3727 can manipulate objects many times smaller than a typical syringe.
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Experiment 3727-J:
+Object:SCP-991
+Instructions: Utilize SCP-991
+Results: Subject extracts SCP-991-2 from D-3093. However, when attempting to inject substance into another D-class personnel, SCP-991-2 spontaneously disappears. Subject reports hearing “This is fucking weird. When is lunch?” in his head. Furthermore, Subject reports having a memory of being involved in a test with SCP-████, despite said SCP being located at Site-██. Records confirm that D-3093 was involved with a test with the aforementioned SCP 3 days prior to experiment 3727-J.
+Conclusion: Cross testing between SCP-3727 and other anomalous objects can have unpredictable effects. Further cross testing requires approval of two Level 3 personnel or one Level 4 personnel.
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Object used for Experiment 3727-I. Each sphere is one carbon atom.
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Addendum 3727-2:Incident Report: ██/██/20██
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As of ██/██/20██, SCP-3727 has demonstrated a broadening in its ability to control syringe shaped objects. Along with the ability to remotely manipulate objects shaped to resemble syringes, SCP-3727 has also acquired the ability to extract syringe-shaped molds from larger substances. This behavior was first recorded when SCP-3727 remotely extracted a mass of water in the approximate shape of a syringe from its daily water supply. Upon questioning, SCP-3727 claimed that it could "feel" the syringe shape inside the water, and that this was not a previously known ability.
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12 days later, SCP-3727 was observed extracting syringe-shaped casts in a similar manner from the steel walls of its holding cell. This was originally classified as an attempted containment breach, and was met with immediate intervention from security personnel. Upon questioning, SCP-3727 claimed to be exhibiting this behavior out of boredom and not a desire to escape. Proposals to provide SCP-3727 with sources of recreational stimulation are currently pending approval.
Special Containment Procedures: The Temporal Anomalies Department is assumed to be in charge of ensuring containment of SCP-3780. They have been granted indefinite Level 5 clearance to all Foundation task forces and resources under the condition that said resources be either returned or replaced within one standard minute of deployment (relative to local time of requisition).
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Description: SCP-3780 describes the collective attempts by various individuals, third parties, and separate temporal versions of the Foundation to prevent the assassination of United States President John Fitzgerald Kennedy by Lee Harvey Oswald on 22 November, 1963.
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Although no significant changes to the timeline would actually occur if Kennedy's assassination were successfully prevented, the objective of the Foundation to preserve original consensus reality extends to the preservation of a single objective timeline within this reality. Therefore, the Temporal Anomalies Department has established Operation Thunderbolt: an indefinite program to ensure that Kennedy is shot to death by Oswald at 12:30 PM on Friday, 22 November, 1963 in Dallas, Texas. To this end, Temporal Anomalies has established a holding ground between 2220 and 2230 AD to store resources and personnel for Operation Thunderbolt as needed. Further details on Operation Thunderbolt are limited to Temporal Anomalies personnel for paradoxical reasons.
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Addendum: Notable Attempts at Preventing Kennedy's Assassination
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Date: 22/11/1963
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Attempt: A gunman hiding in the Texas School Book Depository shoots Oswald dead before he can shoot Kennedy. Sweeps by the Department ahead of time to locate the gunman fail; however, Department personnel observing from the so-called grassy knoll are able to spot the gunman moving through the building from their position.
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Preventative Measures: A sniper placed on the grassy knoll is able to spot the gunman moving through the building and incapacitate him with a gut shot. Department personnel hiding in the building are subsequently able to locate the gunman; however, before they can recover his body, it abruptly vanishes.
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Date: 22/11/1963
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Attempt: At 12:29 PM, Oswald abruptly vanishes from his vantage point in the Texas Book Depository. Personnel surveying the scene are unable to locate any trace of him. At 12:42 PM, he reappears in the Depository, by which time the motorcade has passed. From Oswald's perspective, no time has passed and he is unable to explain the lost time.
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Preventative Measures: As soon as Oswald reappears at 12:42, a Temporal Relocation specialist transfers Oswald to 12:29 PM, synchronizing with the exact time of his disappearance. Oswald remains unaware of his relocation and successfully makes the shot.
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Date: 22/11/1963
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Attempt: An agent of Marshall, Carter, and Dark retroactively aborts Oswald by infiltrating the home of his mother, Marguerite Frances Claverie, and slipping a capsule of powdered unicorn horn into the jug of milk in her fridge.
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Preventative Measures: Two Temporal Anomalies agents stake out Claverie's home overnight; in the early morning, they are able to intercept and subdue the MC&D agent and recover her for interrogation without incident. The capsule of unicorn horn is confiscated successfully.
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Date: 22/11/1963
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Attempt: While Dr. Thaddeus Xyank is observing Oswald under the cover of an SEP-Field, his future self barges into the room, renders Xyank unconscious with a punch to the jaw, and pushes him into a portable temporal relocation gateway. However, the Fields are momentarily disturbed by the impact of the punch, causing both Xyanks to be noticed by Oswald and throwing off his aim.
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Preventative Measures: Dr. Xyank returns to the moment in time when he was incapacitated by his future self. However, he chooses to arrive five seconds after his future self arrives in the room. Xyank subsequently incapacitates his future self with a punch to the jaw and pushes him through the temporal relocation gateway instead. However, his future self repeats the action, appearing five seconds after him, incapacitating him, and pushing him into the gateway. Unwilling to accept defeat, both Xyanks repeat this process several more times until both of them only appear after Oswald has successfully shot and killed Kennedy, at which point the two Xyanks agree to a truce.
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Date: 22/11/1963
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Attempt: A version of Mobile Task Force Tau-5 is dispatched by the Foundation of the year 20██ to eliminate Oswald with extreme prejudice. Temporal Anomalies personnel attempt to prevent them from doing so; they are repeatedly unsuccessful and suffer heavy casualties as well.
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Preventative Measures: Mobile Task Force Tau-5 is dispatched to protect Oswald by intercepting and eliminating their future selves. Although they are initially successful in doing so, the surviving Nanku asset is found to be from the 20██-Foundation. She is subsequently reprogrammed to replace her past counterpart. Diplomatic channels have been opened with the 20██-Foundation to ascertain their reasoning for attempting to eliminate Oswald. No future attempts at using Tau-5 are expected.
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Please view the Extended Incident Logs for further declassified successes of Operation Thunderbolt.
Crystal structure of SCP-3966-B. The left-hand component corresponds to SCP-3966-A.
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Item #: SCP-3966
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Object Class: Keter
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Special Containment Procedures: A vial of SCP-3966-A is kept in frozen laboratory storage at Site-66. It is to be tested monthly for contamination. Any new compounds found to contaminate the vial sample must be spectrographically analyzed for its chemical composition and any open molecular bonds must be noted.
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Additionally, medical literature submitted for publication must be examined for descriptions of SCP-3966, and any such papers are to be denied publication. In the case of an outbreak of Sudden Unexplained Nocturnal Death Syndrome (SUNDS), Mobile Task Force Rho-7 ("Doctors Without Mortars") is to be deployed to establish SCP-3966 levels in both victims and living civilians in the outbreak area. Harvesting of SCP-3966 from cadavers under cover of autopsies has been approved.
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Under Procedure Morpheus-4, all correspondence relating to SCP-3966 is to be saved for review by the Cognitohazard Department, but SCP-3966 is not to be subject to cognitohazard handling protocols at this time. Researchers assigned to SCP-3966 may request reassignment if they begin to suffer from periodic limb movement disorder (PLMD).
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Description: SCP-3966 is a neuroactive polypeptide found in humans. It is found in the cerebrospinal fluid (CSF) of over ██% of autopsy cadavers when death occurred during sleep. In the form recovered from cadavers, it is termed SCP-3966-A and has the anomalous property of having no C-terminus.1 The final amino acid in SCP-3966-A has a free binding site on the carbon chain that does not show any chemical reactivity.
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Testing Log:
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Experiment 3966-1
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Subject: D-51174
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Protocol: Subject is administered via spinal tap under local anesthesia a dose of 2 ml of a sterile 10% isotonic solution of SCP-3966-A. Subject's vitals and EEG are monitored for biological response. 2 ml of fluid is taken after 30 seconds to rebalance cerebrospinal fluid levels.
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Result: Subject undergoes a sudden withdrawal reflex behavior 11.5 seconds into the process. Subject is manually restrained but undergoes no further response, and the 2 ml sample is successfully recovered. Subject suffers increased tissue damage at the lumbar puncture site, but recovery is complete.
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Subject reported a sudden "falling feeling" post-injection. EEG reported onset of Stage 1 NREM sleep approximately 1.5 seconds before reflex response. The "falling feeling," withdrawal reflex, and NREM onset are consistent with a hypnic jerk.
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Biochemical analysis of the sample indicated no trace of SCP-3966-A. A new protein was recovered (labeled SCP-3966-B), and sequenced. The protein was chemically non-anomalous and ends with a C-terminus as expected. Further testing is required to determine how SCP-3966-B is constructed.
Pawlie: Hi Dr. Argent. Experiment completed. We were worried when the subject startled with a big needle in their spine, but it all turned out okay.
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RodArg: I saw the report. Do we know where the new protein came from?
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Pawlie: No. I can't imagine it would be constructed so quickly.
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RodArg: Exactly. We need to know where it came from, its amino acid sequence, what assembles it, and how it's folded.
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RodArg: We also need to understand what action SCP-3966-A has in vitro. Normally a protein should start at the N-terminus and end at the C-terminus. That missing C-terminus should mean it's extremely biologically reactive since it should bind to pretty much any other protein and tear it apart. I was expecting it to act like a prion-style cyanide, but we aren't seeing any signs of widespread biological disruption. Also, there's little reason it should only be found in the CSF if it's so long-living and open. It should be able to just punch through the blood-brain barrier by opening cell membranes.
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RodArg: I'm sending over some new test protocols. I'll help you with them as my schedule allows. Thanks for the help, and welcome to the team, Ellie.
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Pawlie: Sure thing!
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Experiment 3966-2
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Protocol: 0.5 ml of a sterile 10% solution of SCP-3966-A administered to a petri dish containing 0.5 ml of a sterile 5% solution of gamma globulin and 5% albumin. Sample monitored for reactivity.
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Result: No reactivity reported. Levels of SCP-3966-A unchanged.
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Experiment 3966-3
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Protocol: Amino acid sequencing of SCP-3966-A and SCP-3966-B via Edman degradation and mass spectrometry.
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Result: SCP-3966-B sequencing complete. Total chain length: 289 amino acids.
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SCP-3966-A sequencing concluded. Total chain length: 143 amino acids. The initial 142 amino acids match the N-terminus sequence of SCP-3966-B. The final amino acid was unrecoverable. Sample mass was indicated to decrease by approximately 0.70%.
RodArg: Hello Ellie, I'm going to need you to run Experiment 3 again on an -A sample. There was clearly some contamination, given the mass imbalance.
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Pawlie: Sorry, will do. I was just really tired. Haven't been sleeping well.
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RodArg: It's all right. Take a nap if you need to. Check the equipment beforehand; we can't have any leaks.
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Pawlie: Okay, but it's not like I've been able to take a nap lately, either. I keep almost falling asleep, but then I imagine I'm tripping over something and my brain panics and wakes me up. When I eventually sleep, I get nightmares. It's been really bad.
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RodArg: Wait, are you telling me you have been getting hypnic jerks?
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Pawlie: I guess so
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RodArg: I'll be right back. I want to check on our D-class.
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Pawlie: ok
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RodArg: D-51174 has been complaining of the same thing. You may have received a dose of SCP-3966. May I perform a lumbar puncture on you to rule out the possibility?
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Pawlie: You want to stick a long needle in my spine?
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RodArg: It's how we'll be able to test your CSF. It's not like it's easy to reach, and it's never been seen in blood.
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Pawlie: I guess I don't really have a choice, do I?
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RodArg: No, but it's an outpatient procedure. You'll be back at your bench in an hour.
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Pawlie: Whatever you need, I guess.
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Experiment 3966-3B
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Protocol: Amino acid sequencing of SCP-3966-A via Edman degradation and mass spectrometry.
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Result: SCP-3966-A sequencing concluded. Total chain length: 143 amino acids. The initial 142 amino acids match the N-terminus sequence of SCP-3966-B. The final amino acid was unrecoverable. Sample mass was indicated to decrease by approximately 0.70%. Results identical to Experiment 3966-3.
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Research 3966-Alpha
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Protocol: Map known amino acid sequences to the human genome.
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Result: No match to human genome. Further research into genomes of other species ongoing.
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Head Researcher's Note: We don't know where it comes from, but since it's not human, it must come from the environment. The CSF is bacteria-free, so it must somehow be deposited across the blood-brain barrier. The most likely candidate for an entry point is the choroid plexus, since it generates the CSF from blood plasma, but this is located deep inside the cerebrum so it is hard to examine. Will requisition neural tissues to see how else it might work. - R. Argent
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Experiment 3966-4
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Subject: Junior Researcher Pawlukojc
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Protocol: Subject undergoes a spinal tap to retrieve 1 ml of cerebrospinal fluid for testing for SCP-3966.
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Result: Biochemical analysis of the sample indicated no trace of SCP-3966-A. Detected levels of SCP-3966-B are the highest to date at 4.2 mg/dL, 350% what has been discovered in earlier specimens.
Pawlie: Dr. Argent? What's happening? Am I going to be okay?
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RodArg: There appears to be SCP-3966-B in your CSF. Highly elevated.
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Pawlie: You said this was like prion cyanide, though?
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RodArg: That would have been the -A form. We detected no trace of that. We're still unsure where the -B comes from and what effect it has on the body, but it has not shown to cause any anomalous activity. I'm speaking to Dr. Drake, bringing in some samples of human neural tissue for further testing. We need to find out if and how SCP-3966 binds to neurons and/or glia.
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Pawlie: Okay. So what happened? Why am I infected?
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RodArg: There was the leak during Experiment 3. My present hypothesis is that you were exposed to SCP-3966 during the leak.
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Pawlie: I'm so stupid.
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RodArg: Accidents happen, but we've got to make sure you're all right. I want you to take the day off, get some sleep. You've been looking rather ragged.
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Pawlie: Yeah, I still haven't been sleeping well. I keep drifting off, just to suddenly feel like I'm falling and I jerk myself awake. All night long. What causes that?
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RodArg: There's no definitive answer, but hypnic jerks are related to an imbalance between the time sleep onset and sleep paralysis set in. Some scientists think it's evolutionary in nature, stretching back to when we as primates slept in trees. I'm not convinced, though. Other animals appear to have them, too, although they don't seem to be awoken by twitches during REM sleep. In any case, healthy adults and children have them all the time. They're annoying, but normal.
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Pawlie: i just want them to stop
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RodArg: One more thing. You mentioned having nightmares?
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Pawlie: Yeah. Why?
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RodArg: I had strange nightmares last night, too. What happened in yours?
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Pawlie: So back in college, I used to dye silk scarves. You'd float the dyes on a water surface, then with a straw carefully blow on the surface to make designs, which you'd then place the scarf onto. In my dream, I was doing this, and all the designs started looking wrong. The patterns all started looking like blood and guts and eyes and stuff, as if it was staring up at me. Then this swarm of spiders started crawling out of the ceiling, and started lowering web lines into the water. They started sucking up all the color. The spiders kept trying to stick their webs on me, too, to suck up my color. I had to run from all these rainbow spiders in the ceiling.
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RodArg: Okay, that's a bit different from mine.
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Pawlie: What was yours?
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RodArg: Back in my college days there was this comic called Enigma. Early 90s. In it, there was a serial killer called The Head, a tall skinny monster with a giant head and big puckered lips who would stick a metal straw up their victim's nose and suck out their brains. I had this thing chasing after me all night long.
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Pawlie: 90s comics were fucked up.
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Inquisitor:This is a message from the Cognitohazard Monitoring Department. Based on conversation markers, there is the possibility of memetic infection. Please be aware that all correspondence regarding this SCP will be archived, monitored, and analyzed.
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Pawlie: Oh god are we in trouble too? I can't take all this. Not right now.
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RodArg: I don't think so.
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Inquisitor:Hi, yeah, you're not in trouble. We just noted that you're sharing dreams that involve chasing and straws in the same time period. It could easily just be a coincidence, and it's inconclusive that a cognitohazard is involved, but we just want to make sure you're free of memetic infection. Don't worry, we don't share any of this with Ethics or HR. Our job is just to track down cognitohazards.
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Pawlie: I should go. I'll just take a sleeping pill or something.
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RodArg: Sleep well, Ellie. See you tomorrow. I'll get the experiments done.
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Experiment 3966-5
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Protocol: Application of SCP-3966-B to viable human neural tissue harvested from SCP-596 D-class. Test tissue for binding sites.
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Result: SCP-3966-B binds weakly to N-type calcium ion channels on neurons. Binding causes passive blocking of the channel, but the bond will break in the presence of changes in cell voltage potential (such as during a regular firing of the neuron). Biological activity is limited. Therapeutic function would be limited to a very mild paralytic and analgesic that would not last during normal activity.
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Of note, SCP-3966-B would not cause hypnic jerks; it is essentially not a risk. I would call this an inactive protein. - R. Argent
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Experiment 3966-6
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Protocol: Application of SCP-3966-A to viable human neural tissue harvested from SCP-596 D-class. Test tissue for binding sites.
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Result: SCP-3966-A binds strongly as an exotoxin to N-type calcium ion channels on neurons. Presynaptic terminals are observed to undergo a cascade misfolding, restructuring the calcium channel into an open cell pore. Neurotransmitters, ions, and cytoplasm exit the neuron rapidly through the pores, causing cell death within seconds.
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Sample mass was recorded at 93.2% the pretest sample. No leaks detected. Of note, extracellular neurotransmitters were not detected and the fluid containing the tissue did not have higher concentration of calcium ions.
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Huge mass change again, but no leaks? What, so the neurotransmitters and ions just vanish? What does this refolding do? - R. Argent
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Experiment 3966-7
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Protocol: Mathematical modeling of SCP-3966-A and SCP-3966-B protein folding and binding with N-type calcium channels.
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Result: The protein structure of SCP-3966-A toward the N-terminus is involved in enzymatic refolding of the calcium channel into a pore, while the non-C-terminus end inserts itself into the pore. The action is similar with SCP-3966-B, except the C-terminus lobe attempts entry into the pore but fails and destabilizes the N-terminus bond, causing the channel to revert to its original configuration.
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Attempts to model the protein structure in the end region of SCP-3966-A results in an inconclusive configuration.
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In layman's terms: The modeling program crashed. The output made no sense and the numbers blew up. - R. Argent
RodArg: Not good. This latest project is making no sense to me. My assistant isn't sleeping, and I just found this stealth SCP protein in her cerebrospinal fluid.
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CArgent: In her what? How did you find that?
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RodArg: …I gave her a spinal tap.
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CArgent: What the hell, bro? What's scaring you so much?
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RodArg: Here.
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<==sending scp3966.scp==>
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CArgent: Okay, this is weird. I can barely believe you're spending all this time on a protein. Wait, this is being monitored by the Cog team?
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RodArg: Yes. Sorry. Should have mentioned.
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CArgent: So I'm going to get nightmares, too. Great. Thanks, bro.
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RodArg: It’s just a precaution! Nobody knows if there even is a cognitohazard! You’ll be fine. I’m not infecting you. Really.
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CArgent: You're defensive. This isn’t like you. Is there anything I can do?
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RodArg: Could you look at the output of the folding model? Things blow up at the not-a-C-terminus. The math goes nuts.
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CArgent: And you want Dr. Anomalous Physics to check your work. Sure, I'll take a look.
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CArgent: Okay, so this looks crazy if you try to look at it using plain vectors, but I can simplify the numbers by using quaternions.
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RodArg: Quaternions? What?
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CArgent: Okay, so you know about the complex plane, right? With real numbers (1, 2, 3) on one line, and imaginary numbers (i, 2i, 3i) on another line perpendicular to that?
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RodArg: Okay, yes.
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CArgent: Quaternions don't just use i, they use i, j, and k. Three sets of imaginary numbers. Three different axes all perpendicular to the real number axis.
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RodArg: How would you even visualize that?
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CArgent: You kind of can't. It requires four spatial dimensions.
Protocol: Harvesting of SCP-3966-A from subject's CSF and exploratory autopsy.
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Result: Subject was discovered expired in her bed at 0015 when the vital sign monitor she wore triggered an alarm. Serum analysis of CSF indicated 5.1 mg/dL of SCP-3966-A and 1.6 mg/dL of SCP-3966-B. Cause of death appeared to be SUNDS. Histological analysis of neural tissue indicates large numbers of SCP-3966-A-mediated cell pores and reduced volume of affected neurons.
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Toxicological analysis indicates self-medication of cyclobenzaprine and zolpidem. It must be stressed that these are powerful spasmolytics and sedatives, which can have paralytic side effects. Cardiopulmonary system appeared unaffected, but skeletal muscle showed marked reduction in activity.
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Head Researcher's Note: I got lucky. I dropped one of the CSF test tubes, but it didn't shatter and turned out to have SCP-3966-B only. I really need a nap. - R. Argent
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Research 3966-Beta
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Protocol: Continued automated search of genomic sequence for SCP-3966
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Result: No full matches found. Closest match (87%) to silk proteins of SCP-848.
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Head Researcher's Note: SCP-848 catches prey from God-knows-where in its webs. I don't dare take sleeping pills. If I have to sleep with the spiders, I will. - R. Argent
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Experiment 3966-9
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Subjects: Head Researcher Dr. Roderick Argent, D-51174 (Control)
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Protocol: Sleep study performed in SCP-848 containment chamber
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Result: Subject slept without issue for nine hours. Subject had a waking cycle at five hours in the containment chamber, and canceled control study, bringing D-51174 into the containment chamber.
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Head Researcher's Note: Just couldn't let them keep tossing and turning. I slept like a baby. The D-class didn't want to join me with all the spiders again, but he didn't have a choice. He curled up, clinging to me. Took a lot to calm him down. Really didn't like spiders. I woke up to one of them crawling across my face. I kept dreaming seeing Ellie wrapped in a cocoon. The webs are particularly thick today. Gotta tell sis. I'm cured, I hope. - R. Argent
CArgent: Jesus, bro. There you are. I've been worried sick. I heard about your assistant. My condolences.
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RodArg: Yeah. She was good. It's still so confusing. I don't know why she got a lethal dose of SCP-3966-A. I was so worried I'd die if I slept. I haven't tested my CSF, but I know the signs.
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CArgent: How about the D-class?
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RodArg: He's still alive. He was never given a sleep aid, and when I realized I was sleeping okay, I brought him into the containment chamber with me.
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CArgent: Containment chamber? …I'm not going to ask. I think I'm okay. This whole thing got me so nervous, I worried I was infected every time I twitched.
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RodArg: Oh, god, sorry, sis. Here I am, talking about myself, and not even thinking about what this is all doing to you.
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CArgent: I do that falling thing once or twice a night anyway. Probably nothing's changed.
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RodArg: Good. So do you think these are 4D proteins?
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CArgent: The math works out better that way. That's why the carboxyl group is missing, it's attached to the next amino acid, still, but we can't see it.
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RodArg: How could we see it? Actually, how could we not see it?
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CArgent: Let's see if I can explain… You've heard of Flatland, right?
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RodArg: A 2D world where everyone is shapes?
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CArgent: That's the one. Now you're a 3D guy, so if you're standing over Flatland, looking at someone's house, you can see everything in it at once. Which room the residents are in, what's in the cupboard, all that. But the residents couldn't ever see you, at all. That's because you aren't in Flatland, you're above it, and there's no "above" in Flatland.
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RodArg: So I'd have to reach into Flatland to be seen?
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CArgent: Exactly. And if you reach out and touch Flatland with your finger, all they'd see is your fingertip.
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RodArg: So… I might only see the slightest bit of a 4D creature, but it could still see all of me.
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CArgent: You got it. That's not even the coolest part, though. You could reach into their kitchen cabinet, pull out a cup, and place it on the table, without ever opening the cabinet.
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RodArg: Wait, if I'm seeing everything in the house, even inside the cabinet… Am I also seeing everything inside the people? Where I can touch it?
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CArgent: Yes.
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RodArg: …You know, Grandpa died in his sleep.
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CArgent: Yeah. That was what, 20 years ago? I still miss him. It was a stroke, right?
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RodArg: I had a friend pull the old autopsy report. They actually didn't know. Just said it was old age.
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CArgent: Why, you think it was something else?
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RodArg: I dropped a test tube, but it only had SCP-3966-B. People twitch and move around, but they only end up with B in their systems. If I tried to reach into a Flatlander, and they moved, they'd pull me along, right?
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CArgent: Right. Similarly, your pull would be an acceleration. It could be felt, too.
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RodArg: But it would be in a direction you wouldn't notice. The only way it would make sense would be a fall… I've got to run one last experiment. If this works, I’ll need to update the description. Thanks, sis. Stay safe and sleep well.
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Experiment 3966-10
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Protocol: A matrix of glass micropipettes, each patch clamped with an N-type calcium channel, is prepared. A single optical fiber is threaded to the tip of each pipette. The apparatus is then placed in an isotonic solution of 25% SCP-3966-A. Upon reconfiguration of the calcium channels into pores, the fibers are inserted into the pores and visual results recorded.
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Result: Reconfiguration of channels into pores completed. Optical fibers were inserted a distance of 10 μm into the pore past the end of each pipette. External microscopy indicated no extension of the fiber past the end of the pipette. In this configuration, an image was successfully generated.
Special Containment Procedures: Testing on SCP-3967 is not to be carried out except with the written consent of no less than two Level 3 clearance personnel assigned to the project.
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Excepting periods of testing, SCP-3967 is to remain disconnected from any source of power, with the magnetic data storage tape disconnected and held in a climate-controlled containment facility.
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Any response cards collected during testing are to be logged and stored in a secured locker.
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Description: SCP-3967 is a MW-288 model computing device built in 1967 by the Mazursky Computing Company, utilizing a variant of the Tehlirian-Cassidy utility-maximization algorithm.
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When operating, SCP-3967 is capable of answering verbal questions regarding optimal courses of action regarding the well-being of the operator or the community of the operator. No audio recording or measuring device has been found in the circuitry of SCP-3967. SCP-3967 does not contain internal sensors, nor does it appear to have any means of collecting external data for analysis. The origins of these capabilities are unclear.
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SCP-3967 provides responses in the form of answers printed on 15 cm x 20 cm card stock, deposited in a receptacle located on the outside of the unit casing. Response cards provided by SCP-3967 have not been observed to have any compulsive or memetic effect. All responses received since containment have been in the form of impersonal commands, and have not included either first or second person pronouns.
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SCP-3967 was discovered in a dedicated room in the main building of the New Sunshine Commune, a community of 157 persons established in Pollensbee, CA, in 1968. During containment, it was determined that SCP-3967 was powered by a generator that had been modified to run on flax seed oil.
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According to log sheets, between 1968 and 1971, SCP-3967 was operated by ██████ ████ Addison and ████████ Moonbeam (née Burnley), two members of the New Sunshine Commune.
On 27/01/1971 Pollensbee police officers ██████ ████ and █████ ███████ responded to complaints of foul smells and large numbers of feral dogs coming from the New Sunshine Commune. The compound of the group consisted of 5 communal living buildings (including 2 geodesic domes), 4 barns; 1 common area, including a kitchen, dining room, and stage; and assorted smaller buildings. Upon arrival, officers found the front door of the common room building open.
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Officers reported that several feral dogs were present in the landing, all moving to or from the building's common room. Upon entering the common room, officers found the bodies of 48 members of the Commune. All bodies bore signs of extreme hand-to-hand violence, with trauma exacerbated by feral dogs feeding on the remains. 10 bodies were killed in what appeared to have been a ritualistic fashion. According to post-mortem analysis, individuals had been deceased less than one week.
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Upon discovery of the 48 unburied bodies, Foundation agents were dispatched to oversee the investigation, with Officers ████ and ███████ being administered a class-H amnestic.
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Over the next four weeks, the bodies of all members of the Commune were located on or around the primary building. The most common causes of death were starvation or malnutrition (87 instances) and violence (56 instances), with remaining causes of death unverifiable, due to cremation of remains.
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Most of the bodies on the property of the Commune had been buried, with 13 being cremated and identified through dental records. Exactly two hundred feet south of the altar, the bodies of 38 members of the Commune were found in a mass grave. Analysis indicated that all died or were in the process of dying of malnutrition when buried.
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In the center of the southernmost geosdisic dome on the compound, officers found a large altar constructed from wood, wire, flax, and bone of human and animal origin. The altarpiece was covered in a thick layer of ash, later determined to be burnt books from the compound's library.
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The library itself contained only four books: Siddhartha by Herman Hesse, On The Road by Jack Kerouac, The Bloodstream Sermon (attrib. Bodhidharma), and One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest by Ken Kesey. The text of all four books had been significantly revised by unknown means to include first person interludes.
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All beds in the living quarters of the Commune were discovered to have been torn apart, with springs and cotton being repurposed for the creation of small images of SCP-3967. Foundation agents found over 18,000 such images of varying size during the search of the compound.
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At the time of discovery, all agricultural activity on the Commune was directed towards the production of flax. All food storage areas contained over 900 kg of flax seed, but no other foodstuffs.
Members of the New Sunlight Commune frequently sent letters to Mother Earth Journal, a counterculture hybrid magazine and catalog popular which frequently printed letters and correspondence between subscribers. However, by the end of 1968, the majority of communards had ceased correspondence, both with the Mother Earth Journal and the outside world at large. The sole member of the commune who continued to write was Thomas de Boer, who joined in late summer 1968.
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de Boer's correspondence with the Journal appeared in an estimated 75,000 printed issues of the Mother Earth Journal prior to his disappearance, during which time the Foundation was not aware of any anomalous activity associated with SCP-3967 or the New Sunshine Commune. Upon discovery of SCP-3967, and its connection with de Boer's letters, it was determined that seizure of all existing copies of the Mother Earth Journal mentioning SCP-3967 would be both logistically and financially impossible. Instead, Researcher ██████-█████ was assigned the task of maintaining correspondence under the guise as de Boer to allay any suspicions regarding the New Sunshine Commune and the fate of its members. Researcher ██████-█████ maintained correspondence as de Boer for nine months, ceasing with the closure of the Mother Earth Journal in January, 1972.
For those of you who still make the choice to live in the city, in systems that binds and destroy you, I bring good news from the other side! Everything you have read about living off the land is true. A few months ago, I joined some friends inland at the New Sunshine Commune. Waking up at the crack of dawn to do weeding and fertilizing. Wholesome food with people that you see every day. Conversations about life and truth, without any of the distractions of a TV or a radio. Nights smoking and looking up at the stars and just wondering. It's the first time in my life that I've felt like a complete, realized human being.
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We even have a souped-up computer here. It helps with things like calculating crop planting and yields. I think there's something so powerful in that - this tool, once used to rain death on civilians and calculate yields on dumping toxins into the water, is freed and allowed to fulfill its true purpose: to serve man.
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I can't even begin to explain just how alive all of this feels. It's like we're finally living our lives as they were meant to be lived. No more being some endless point on a command chain, receiving and obeying commands. Here everyone knows one another, cares for one another. I know I'm preaching to the choir here, but if you are on the fence, don't hesitate. Feel the soil beneath your feet, feel the love of your fellow man. Turn away from the fire and the death outside. Find your people, and they will take care of you. Liberate yourself.
When you discard hierarchy, you necessarily have to discard ego. It's hard to unlearn decades of programming that tell us that we have to strive to be the first, the best, the top. We learn competition, not cooperation. We must re-learn it from the soil and all the microorganisms within it. We live it in our community every day.
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Of course, any system needs regulation. That's what makes it a system. You need a neutral arbiter, a Comprehensive Designer. Something that can love without ego and can create systems where we can all flourish. That's where we have the computer.
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I don't know the specifics of how it actually works, but it gives out advice that brings us together. Just like how it is a collection of systems which all interrelate and speak to one another, it teaches us how we're all interconnected as well. By living a better world, we can create a revolution of the soul which will go beyond whatever any political program can hope to achieve. That’s what they will never understand, but we al
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Love and peace,
+Woody
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Date: 24/06/1969
+Recipient: Mother Earth Journal
+Text: Do you remember the first time that you used the I Ching1 and for one moment as you flung the coins, you could feel the energy of the universe guiding them? The energy and the vitality pushes and pulls you into these complex patterns that you can never explain, only know.
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You can feel it here. It's in the ways that our radishes and flax grow in the own particular patterns. It's in the books, where the words have begun to rearrange themselves to speak to us. It's in the way that the computer provides us with everything we need to live and to understand.
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It's beautiful, it really is. We've set it up in such a way that we hardly ever need to see the outsiders. You can tell by the way that they look at us, they want to snuff out what we have here. They will always try to destroy you. They hate us and envy us. They want to come and destroy our loving flow, contaminating everything with their rot and ignorance. Some of them might have even started posing as us. We need to keep vigilant and keep them out
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But it is the computer that keeps us whole and unpolluted and tells us how to stop them. One day, we will burn this city to the ground and incorporate it into our flow.
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Note: Letter was rejected for printing by Mother Earth Journal.
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Date: 01/12/1969
+Recipient: Lawrence "Larry" Ionescu
+Text: Larry, you have to help me. They threw me out. Said I wasn't one of them, that I made them unclean. I can't stay here & will try to hitch hike to San Fransisco. If I make it, I'll meet you at the St. Francis Fountain at midnight when the moon is full. I love you.
+Woody
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Date: 16/07/1970
+Recipient: Lawrence "Larry" Ionescu
+Text: I'm going back. I've tried to adjust. I've done all the spiritual crap and tried therapy. I've tried other communes. I even tried getting on the jesus (sic) train. none of it worked at all.
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Everything here feels flat and dead, like rags nailed to a board. I am alone, even with you. All I can do is drop acid and smoke pot and try to remember what it feels like to be in that living place, where you are surrounded by joy and know that everything works out because you are guided by a steady hand that loves you and only wants the best for you.
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I don't know what will happen to me when I return. I don't care. They threw me out before and called me a traitor. By the time I left, things had gotten pretty bad. I'm going anyway. The love that I felt suffused everything, and even if I end up in a bad way, it will be like the ecstasy of Saint Teresa, not this dull pain everywhere. I hope that one day you will visit and not even recognize me and I will be whole and full of the sun and its love for all things.
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Love,
+Woody
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Note: Dental records indicate that Mr. de Boer was one of the 38 bodies interred in the mass grave.
Note: All response cards were assigned a catalog number upon recovery.
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From initial operation in 05/04/1968 to 9/10/1970, response cards were filed according to date. 36 additional cards, believed to have been printed between October 1970 and January 1971, were found in a heap in a boarded-up fireplace. There is no indication of date. The response cards of the E- series, believed to have been printed last chronologically, were found in the common room upon initial discovery.
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Catalog Number: A-0021
+Date: 05/06/1968
+Text: OPTIMAL LOCATION FOR PLANTING IS 37°19'27.8"N 120°27'11.6"W. HARVEST PINES FOR CONSTRUCTION BOARD.
+Notes: None.
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Catalog Number: A-0047
+Date: 23/07/1968
+Text: RAISE PRICES FOR BARLEY BY 27%, MARIJUANA BY 15%. PURCHASE A NEW TILLER WITH PROFITS
+Notes: None.
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Catalog Number: A-0093
+Date: 14/11/1968
+Text: HOLD OPEN COMMUNAL CONFESSIONALS AND ALLOW EACH MEMBER TO BE VULNERABLE. SPEAK OF PAST LOSSES AND MISTAKES.
+Notes: None.
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Catalog Number: B-0004
+Date: 17/01/1969
+Text: DO NOT ALLOW ████ AND ████ PLAY OUTSIDE THE COMPOUND. RETURN PUBLIC LIBRARY BOOKS IMMEDIATELY.
+Notes: Pollensbee County Public Library records show that Grimble by Clement Freud and Tales of Peter Rabbit by Beatrix Potter were checked out on 19/21/1968 by Commune members ████ O'Donnel and ████ Komenski, respectively. Both books were returned on 17/01/1969, and no books were subsequently checked out by O'Donnel or Komenski.
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Catalog Number: B-0109
+Date: 04/02/1969
+Text: UTILIZE BARBED WIRE ATOP FENCES TO PREVENT THEFT. IF THEFT CONTINUES, POST GUARDS. I AM
+Notes: None.
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Catalog Number: B-0219
+Date: 30/04/1969
+Text: INFORM POLICE THAT A SEARCH WARRANT IS NECESSARY. TELL DOBBSON THAT IF COMPLAINTS CONTINUE, WILL TURN HIM IN FOR INSURANCE FRAUD. ASK HIM WHERE SARA IS.
+Notes: On 29/04/1969, ██████████ Dobbson, owner of an adjacent trailer facility, made a complaint regarding the smell of marijuana coming from the grounds of the New Sunlight Commune. Police visited on 31/04/1969, and no further complaints were made.
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Catalog Number: B-0789
+Date: 27/08/1969
+Text: THEY HATE YOU. YOU MUST REMAIN VIGILANT. NEVER HAVE FAR FROM YOUR MIND WHAT THEY WISH TO DO TO YOU.
+Notes: None.
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Catalog Number: B-0958
+Date: 01/11/1969
+Text: THE COMMUNITY IS DANGER, FROM WITHIN AND FROM WITHOUT. THOSE WHO JOINED LATE ARE OUTSIDERS AND CANNOT BE TRUSTED. DRIVE THEM AWAY.
+Notes: None.
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Catalog Number: C-0046
+Date: 03/02/1970
+Text: PUT THE OUTSIDERS TO WORK. RESTRICT THEIR MOVEMENTS. YOU MUST NOT LET THE COMMUNITY DIE.
+Notes: None.
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Catalog Number: C-0249
+Date: 06/06/1970
+Text: THE ROTATION OF CROPS IS UNNECESSARY. I SPEAK OF WHAT TO PLANT, AND WHAT TO KILL.
+Notes: None
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Catalog Number: C-0558
+Date: 14/10/1970
+Text: THEY WILL DESTROY YOU FROM WITHOUT AND FROM WITHIN. YOU ARE SAFE ONLY WITH ME.
+Notes: Final dated communication.
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Catalog Number: D-0009
+Date: Unknown.
+Text: ALL AROUND, THE WORLD FALLS INTO CHAOS. BUT ONLY HERE REMAINS WHOLE. IT IS BY MY WILL.
+Notes: None.
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Catalog Number: D-0023
+Date: Unknown.
+Text: THOSE WHO CHOOSE NOT TO MOVE PAST WHAT THEIR BODY CAN SUSTAIN ARE TAINTED BY THE OUTSIDE. HAVE DONE WITH THEM.
+Notes: None.
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Catalog Number: E-0001
+Date: Unknown, presumed late January, 1971
+Text: YOU HAVE PLEASED ME WELL. NOW PERFORM FOR ME A PLAY. OPEN YOUR MOUTHS UP AND SING FOR ME NOW, AND I WILL SING FOR YOU.
+Notes: None.
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Catalog Number: E-0002 through E-8712
+Date: Unknown
+Text: [REDACTED]
+Notes: Response cards contained the full text of SCP-701. [DATA EXPUNGED].
NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION
+
The following is the original documentation for SCP-4134.
+This document has been declassified for historical significance as well as relevance to ongoing SCP-4134 containment efforts, but may not reflect current understanding of the anomaly.
+
— Maria Jones, Director, RAISA
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Item #: SCP-4134
+
Object Class: Keter
+
Special Containment Procedures: The Foundation will cooperate with leaders of various French Resistance groups, as well as the Vichy government, to safely contain SCP-4134-1 instances within the city of Paris. Research is ongoing to determine the origin of SCP-4134 and contain or neutralise the anomaly, if at all possible.
+SCP-4134-1 instances are to be contained in Foundation warehouse located at [DATA REDACTED] by members of ATF Sacre-2 ("Mimesweepers") using Procedure 4134-Harpo (see Document 4134-Harpo).
+
Description: SCP-4134 refers to a pattern of behavior affecting an as-yet-unknown number of mimes within the city of Paris, France.
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Mimes affected by SCP-4134 (designated SCP-4134-1) will travel on foot to areas of high foot traffic within the city. Upon reaching a suitable location, SCP-4134-1 instances will take a kneeling position with both arms extended forward from the shoulder. At this point, SCP-4134-1 instances are considered "armed" and will remain completely immobile until triggered. When armed, any force which displaces either hand of SCP-4134-1 more than 3cm will trigger a directional explosion outward from a point in space no more than 30 centimeters in front of the instance's chest, typically resulting in the destruction of both hands.
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After detonation, SCP-4134-1 instances become non-anomalous, typically showing panic and confusion at their injuries. Expiration due to blood loss is common without immediate medical treatment. The Foundation estimates that over ███ mimes have been killed as a result of SCP-4134, or roughly 14% of the mime population of France, with containment efforts thus far causing an additional 29 Foundation casualties and 61 civilian casualties due to accidental activation of SCP-4134-1 instances.
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The Foundation currently has ██ SCP-4134-1 instances in Foundation containment. Research into the origin of SCP-4134 is ongoing (see Interview Log 4134.1), but as of yet the anomaly has not been definitively tied with any GoI, entity, meme, or cognitohazard.
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Discovery: The first known instance of SCP-4134-1 was discovered following the assassination of Ermst vom Rath outside the German Embassy in Paris on 09/11/1938. Foundation operatives intercepted a telegram sent to Sonderkommando für Paranormales, which described an explosion of unknown source from a mime with "inconsistent" blast damage. Data was found to correlate with a previous Extranormal Event which occurred during the capture of SCP-████, prompting the designation of SCP-4134.
Date: 12.14.1940
+Interviewer: Dr. Richard
+Interviewee: Pablo Laurent, a.k.a. "Fleur-nez"
+
Purpose: To determine the nature of SCP-4134, as well as identify potential origin of SCP-4134, an interview was conducted with a surviving SCP-4134-1 instance. Mr. Laurent is a mime, typically performing under the name "Fleur-nez," recovered on Rue ████████ with major trauma to both hands. Both arms were amputated at the elbow.
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Dr. Richard: Good morning, Mr. Laurent. How are you feeling this morning?
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Mr. Laurent shrugs.
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Dr. Richard:(in English) Would you prefer I conduct this interview in English?
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Mr. Laurent shrugs.
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Dr. Richard:(in English) Why won't- oh, of course. (Dr. Richard switches to French sign language) Good morning, Mr. Laurent. Can you understand me?
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Mr. Laurent nods.
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R: Why were you at the █████ ████████ that day?
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Mr. Laurent holds up his arms, which have been amputated at the elbow.
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R: Right. Do you remember why you were at the █████ ████████ that day?
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Mr. Laurent shakes his head.
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R: How did you cause the explosion that destroyed your arms?
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Mr. Laurent shrugs quizzically and shakes his head.
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R: Do you know who or what caused you to do all this?
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Mr. Laurent motions with his right arm at the wall behind Dr. Richard. On the wall is the flag of France.
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R: Can you elaborate on that?
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Mr. Laurent holds up his arms, which have been amputated at the elbow.
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R: Oh, right.
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Mr. Laurent was held for an additional 48 hours, amnesticized, and released. Review of past medical records shows that Mr. Laurent is a deaf-mute.
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As of 11/28/1940, SCP-4134-1 instances have killed over ██ Nazi soldiers, including the high-profile █████ ███ ██████ and his wife in front of the Eiffel Tower in October 1940. No Allied casualties have been reported. Statistical analysis is ongoing.
NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION
+
The following is a past revision of the containment documentation for SCP-4134.
+This document has been declassified for historical significance as well as relevance to ongoing SCP-4134 containment efforts, but may not reflect current understanding of the anomaly.
+
— Maria Jones, Director, RAISA
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Item #: SCP-4134
+
Object Class: Neutralized
+
Special Containment Procedures: As of 08/31/1944, all known SCP-4134-1 instances have ceased anomalous activity. As such, SCP-4134 has been declared Neutralized. Foundation assets assigned to Paris will monitor high-traffic areas for additional SCP-4134 activity. No further containment procedures have been deemed necessary at this time.
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Description: SCP-4134 was the designation given to a pattern of behavior affecting 21% of mimes in the city of Paris, France. Affected persons (labeled SCP-4134-1) were compelled to travel on foot to high-traffic walkways and kneel with their arms extended forward (considered "armed"), becoming completely motionless and immune to all forms of stimuli. Displacing either arm resulted in a directed explosion outward from the chest, typically destroying both of the instance's hands; following this, SCP-4134-1 instances became non-anomalous.
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Detonation of SCP-4134-1 instances caused between ███ and █,███ Nazi casualties in Paris throughout WWII, as well as the deaths of ██ Foundation personnel; over █,███ mimes were killed or maimed as a result of SCP-4134-related injuries. Despite the high casualty rate, only █ French civilian deaths have been attributed to SCP-4134. Foundation scientists theorize that this could have been related to the nature of the anomaly, though the mechanism by which SCP-4134 differentiated between targets remains unknown.
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On August 25, 1944, all ███ instances of SCP-4134-1 in Foundation containment spontaneously regained mobility. Testing determined that none of the mimes had retained any anomalous property. All instances were interviewed, but none could provide any explanation of their anomalous properties, nor recall anything during time spent as SCP-4134-1 instances. Following interviews, all instances were administered Class-C amnestics and released.
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Reports confirmed that this reanimation was concurrent to the surrender of German leader Dietrich von Cholitz, marking the liberation of Paris from German forces. Research into SCP-4134 has been suspended.
Special Containment Procedures: In the event of a terrorist attack or mass shooting within a 1km radius of Paris, France, Applied Task Force Sacre-2 ("Mimesweepers") will conduct a sweep radially from the location of the incident. Upon discovery of any SCP-4134-1 instance, no fewer than three personnel, equipped with blast-resistant gear, are to contain the instance according to Procedure 4134-Harpo until the instance resumes non-anomalous behavior (see Document 4134-Harpo).
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All restoration projects performed on Parisian buildings certified as "historic monuments" are to be assigned three members of Applied Task Force Sacre-2 ("Mimesweepers"), accompanied by two D-class personnel trained in mime, to be converted to instances of SCP-4134-1. Instances are to be contained using Procedure 4134-Harpo on-site until renovations are complete.
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Membership in ATF Sacre-2 ("Mimesweepers") will be granted only to Foundation personnel with French citizenship born in France. D-class personnel recruited for use in SCP-4134 containment efforts must also have French citizenship been born in France.
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Description: SCP-4134 refers to a pattern of behavior exhibited by mimes1 within the city of Paris, France, triggered whenever the city of Paris or any Parisian buildings classified as "Historic Monuments" are threatened. Previous threats have included:
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Military invasion of Paris
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Destruction of Parisian buildings or monuments certified as "historic"
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Renovation or restoration projects on "historic" monuments or buildings, entailing the removal or destruction of major features of same (see Incident Log 4134.3)
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Whenever one of the above occurs, one Parisian mime will spontaneously become an instance of SCP-4134-1. Mimes appear to be selected based on proximity to threats, with closer candidates being prioritized over those further away. SCP-4134-1 instances' anomalous properties persist until being "activated" (see below), or until the "threat" to Paris has been eliminated (for instance, when "historic" buildings are returned to normal).
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Upon conversion, SCP-4134-1 instances travel to a pedestrian walkway within 100 meters of the perceived threat. Upon reaching a suitable location, an instance will take a kneeling position with both arms extended forward from the shoulder. At this point, it is considered "armed" and will remain completely immobile until triggered.
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When armed, any force which displaces either hand of SCP-4134-1 more than 3cm will trigger a directional explosion outward from a point in space no more than 30 centimeters in front of the instance's chest, typically resulting in the destruction of both hands.
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After detonation, SCP-4134-1 instances become non-anomalous, typically showing panic and confusion at their injuries. Expiration due to blood loss is common without immediate medical treatment. Individuals are unable to recall time spent as SCP-4134-1 instances, or provide any information about the source of SCP-4134.
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SCP-4134 was declared Neutralized on 09/01/1944 after all ███ instances of SCP-4134-1 in Foundation containment lost their anomalous properties. However, three new instances of SCP-4134-1 manifested following the bombing of ██████████ in 1960. Testing was conducted to determine the cause of the anomaly. SCP-4134 was subsequently reclassified as Euclid.
Date: ██/██/1962
+Location: Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Paris
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On ██/██/1962, workers began removing the 19th-century grisaille windows in the nave, as part of an extensive restoration effort on the cathedral. While monitoring SCP-████ for changes during the restoration, Dr. Richard witnessed the manifestation of a new SCP-4134-1 instance. Foundation agents were alerted and contained the instance using Procedure 4134-Harpo.
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The following is an excerpt of an interview given by Marcel Marceau on On a tout essayé3 on 18/09/2007, four days prior to his death. Interview has been translated from French.
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Interviewer: Laurent Ruquier, host
+Interviewee: Marcel Marceau, a.k.a. "Bip the Clown," professional mime artist
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[EXTRANEOUS DIALOGUE REMOVED]
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Ruquier: Of course. How did you become involved with the French Resistance?
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Marceau: While I was in Limoges, my cousin spoke with me often. He was in the business of rescuing children, and he wanted me to join him.
M: That's correct. Georges approached me a number of different times to ask me to join different projects, but I was never a fan of combat so I stuck to that kind of job.
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R: Fascinating. May I ask, how did you have time to study mime during this period?
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M: Actually, that's an interesting story. I was in Paris for a month working with the Resistance on some project or other- one of Georges' schemes. I needed to duck into a building quickly to avoid a German officer. That's how I ended up walking into the ████ School.
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R: The ████ School?
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M: Yes. I ended up studying there for about a month before I left to join my cousin Georges in, if I recall…
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R: Annemasse?
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M: That's right.
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R: Why did you stay there only a month?
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M: The style of mime, it wasn't for me. A lot of what the teacher, Mr. Thomas, did was statuary mime, plastic mime. For instance, he would have me stand still for an hour, or try to balance on one hand for as long as I could. I preferred to be in motion, even then, but it gave me time to improve my craft, up until I couldn't stay any longer.
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M: One day, this was after I had been there merely a month, I came into the studio and saw Thomas more excited than I'd ever seen. He kept shouting, "I've done it, I've done it." One of his newer students was kneeling on the floor, arms like this. Marceau extends his arms forward from the shoulder. As soon as he saw me, he jumped up to greet me, but then…
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R: What happened?
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M: I'm not sure. There was an explosion, and suddenly the student was on the floor, screaming, and Mr. Thomas… half of his leg was gone. I knew that the Germans must have been behind it. Perhaps they meant to reach me, perhaps they learned of my location from my brother. I do not know. All I know is that I left Paris shortly after.
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R: Thank you for coming onto the program today, Mr. Marceau.
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Closing Message: Research into the ████ School is ongoing. The Foundation has been unable to locate any records of either Mr. Thomas or his remaining pupils.
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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
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4174 is to be held in a containment cell capable of housing 10 humanoids. Because of SCP-4174's self-sustaining capabilities, regular interaction is not required. If the number of SCP-4174-1 instances exceeds 10, the third oldest instance is to be terminated. The oldest and second oldest instances are to be kept alive for potential future experimentation concerning the effects of aging. At least one member of Level 3 Security staff must be present during any and all experimentation on SCP-4174 in order to prevent disruption by instances of SCP-4174-1.
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Description: SCP-4174 is the corpse of an obese 89 year old woman perpetually in livor mortis.1 SCP-4174 will spontaneously generate a fertilized egg in its womb, which will go through a normal birth cycle, from gestation to birth, within a forty week period. Immediately after giving birth, SCP-4174 will produce another fertilized egg,2 which will develop and be born in forty weeks, repeating the cycle.
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SCP-4174-1 are the entities born from SCP-4174; as of February 10th, 2019, there are currently four instances of SCP-4174-1. SCP-4174-1 are humanoids which constantly excrete light amounts of blood and pus similar to that found on newborn infants. SCP-4174-1 remain connected to SCP-4174 through their umbilical cord. If this umbilical cord is severed, SCP-4174-1 will enter a highly panicked state in which they will run to SCP-4174 and start crying profusely, often shaking SCP-4174 or screaming incoherently at it, before expiring due to the onset of stress-induced cardiac arrest.
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SCP-4174-1 instances maintain an intelligence level comparable to that of a three year old child, and will often react to staff by crying,3 screaming, and attempting to flee. In situations in which SCP-4174-1 flee, they will attempt to carry SCP-4174 and bring it with them. Even when working together, they typically lack the strength to carry SCP-4174.
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The current oldest SCP-4174-1 instance is believed to be roughly 20 years old. 14 loose umbilical cords appear to have been severed prior to containment4 with an additional three severed during experimentation. Along with continuing to produce SCP-4174-1 instances, the breasts of SCP-4174 will lactate profuse amounts of human breast milk, which the instances will drink as their only required form of sustenance. Each instance of SCP-4174-1 has been seen drinking roughly four liters of breast milk from SCP-4174 a day.
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Discovery: SCP-4174 was discovered on January 17th, 2019, in Baltimore, Maryland, USA, after several reports of "unsettling moaning" coming from a home in the Brooklyn Homes district, originating from [REDACTED], home to the Totenmich family. Upon police investigation, SCP-4174 was discovered in the basement. Foundation Intelligence Agents embedded in Baltimore Police reported this to the Foundation and all police officers were amnesticized. The family was not amnesticized until after initial interviews. SCP-4174 has been confirmed to be Audrey Totenmich, who was the oldest member of the family living in the household.
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Addendum #1: Interview Log 4174/LeonardTotenmich-01: The following interview was conducted by Junior Researcher Luna Weiss with Leonard Totenmich, the eldest son of Audrey Totenmich, as part of routine background information investigation.
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Luna: Alright, let's start at the beginning: how long have you known of Audrey Totenmich in her current form?
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Leonard: Uh, well, it was pretty sudden, way back in, 2001 I think? Early 2001. I just want to double check, I'm not gonna be arrested for this?
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Leonard: Well, it just sort of… happened. One day she got pregnant out of nowhere, everyone was bickering over how she could be pregnant since, well, she's 89, but also who the father was. When the time came around she gave birth, the docs cut the cord, and it cried so much… I don't think I'll ever get those cries out of my head… the baby went limp after, dead after only a few minutes. Doc said it was rare but does happen so we didn't think too much about the death at the time.
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Leonard: Three times. On the fourth, she didn't make it, but the baby did. We didn't go to the hospital this time, we figured something was off and we don't want to have her reputation be smeared as a skank. We cut the cord again and the baby died, but then she… kept going, she kept giving birth, every nine months, over and over. You don't know stress till you're helping a corpse give birth so you can kill the baby right after. After a while, we decided to just stop cutting the cord and hope that would keep them alive. It did, but, well, they weren't really people.
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Leonard: We didn't know what to do, we couldn't show this to someone or we'd get the FBI up in our bonnets, no offense, and the kids seemed to live fine without any of us helping, so we just… let it be. Kept it as a dark family secret. Never invite anyone over in case they hear it or wander into it.
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Addendum #2: Investigation 4174/PoI-A4174-01: Investigation into Audrey Totenmich's social media has shown numerous posts shaming individuals who live promiscuous lifestyles, referring to them as "Sluts", "Skanks", "Whores", etc. Many of these posts are directed at Lily Totenmich, a granddaughter of Audrey Totenmich. Investigation of Lily's social media shows that she led a sexually active lifestyle, regularly discussing sex and sexual partners. Prior to the currently believed date of creation of SCP-4174 ("Early 2001"), Audrey Totenmich made the following post:
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ok i am fucking done ive had it with lily we all know what a fucking god disgracing whore she is sleeping with a new man and dykes every day but this crosses the line. lily had the gall to blame me for her getting fired at her last few jobs and for losing her bf (god only knows which one). its not my fault shes a disgusting slut that brings shame to her otherwise good christian family, all i did was let them know this so they know the kind of sinner there putting themselves near. lily is not invited to christmas or new years this year, we dont want the stench of 50 men and 10 dykes pussy juice making a mockery of the birth of christ. i am disowning her and everyone who sees this you should too there is no good reason for her to be living this lifestyle let alone get mad when she gets called out for it
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All attempts to contact Lily Totenmich have failed. Intelligence Agents visited her home near The Block,5 after no response the agents entered the building to find numerous Thaumaturgic Runes, trace amounts of sulfur, fire damage to objects around the Thaumaturgic Runes, and abundant amounts of human semen, lubricant, and other miscellaneous sexual fluids. DNA from the sexual fluids match that of the mother for all SCP-4174-1 instances. Lily Totenmich has been officially labeled PoI-A4174-1 and marked for further investigation.
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Addendum #3: Interview Log 4174/PoI-A4174-1/RichardBoreman-01: The following interview was conducted by Junior Researcher Luna Weiss with Richard Boreman, the last known romantic or sexual partner of PoI-A4174-1 according to her social media profile.
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Richard: Didn't know the FBI was cracking down on prostitution so hard.
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Luna: A lot of people don't know a lot of things. When did you first meet Lily?
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Richard: First met? Probably like, back in 2000, but we were only acquaintances, friend of a friend you know? We didn't really start to, uh, "get to know each other" until a few years ago.
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Luna: When and where did you last see Lily?
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Richard: Down at The Block, like eight months ago, the only lady who never charged anyone. We had way too much fun those days. I had to stop though, part 'cause I was feeling really tired and out of it all the time,6 part cause I had a harder time actually finding her.
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Luna: Do you know of possible methods of finding Lily?
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Richard: Nah, she went dark, last thing I heard from her was something about a group she joined? Don't know what kind of deal could've made her need to disappear but it is what it is I guess.
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Luna: Did you notice any differences between her when you first met her in 2000 and recently?
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Richard: Oh god yeah, she got a lot hotter, a lot hornier, and a lot more active. Had way more sex all the time and always got super into it. Just between you and me, honestly made it a little hard to concentrate when she was around, she was that damn good.
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Luna: Are you familiar at all with Lily's grandmother, Audrey Totenmich?
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Richard: Wish I wasn't, you know how women can be after sex, always talking about their problems and shit, and every time it was some nonsense about her granny, getting real sad. Said stuff like "She was awful but she doesn't deserve this, I'm only making her problem worse," stuff like that. She was always eager to go again after it though so whatever.
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Luna: You mentioned a group earlier, could you elaborate?
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Richard: Not really, I think she called it a syndicate but didn't give a name, only talked about it once and I was only half listening. I just remember it was really weird.
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Luna: Understood, thank you for your cooperation. Another agent will be with you briefly for routine documentation.
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Further interviews with previous romantic and sexual partners of PoI-A4174-1 reveal little additional information. The current estimate of individuals who have had sexual relationships with PoI-A4174-1 prior to her disappearance and after the suspected anomaly creation date ("Early 2001") exceeds 1,000 people, primarily in Maryland and bordering states. Each instance of SCP-4174-1 matched in DNA to the earliest known individuals, with each subsequent SCP-4174-1 following this list of men in chronological order. It is believed that there will be one SCP-4174-1 instance for every male, one born every forty weeks, and thus SCP-4174 will continue to give birth for an estimated 735 years or longer if PoI-A4174-1 continues.
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Addendum #4: Incident Report 4174/PoI-A4174-1/01: Attempts were made using the sulfur from PoI-A4174-1's home to contact a suspected Tartarean entity. Upon beginning of the ritual, all current instances of SCP-4174-1 began screaming at 120 dB and attempted to move themselves and SCP-4174 to the corner of its room furthest away from where the ritual was carried out. Ultimately the ritual failed as the Tartarean entity could not be summoned.7 Following this, SCP-4174-1 instances became noticeably more distressed in the presence of staff who participated in the ritual. Rather than fleeing from these staff members as expected, SCP-4174-1 lie on the floor in a fetal position, shaking violently, in addition to crying and screaming.
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Addendum #5: Recovered Document 4174/PoI-A4174-1/01: After an estimated 12 failed attempts at tracking PoI-A4174-1, Foundation Intelligence Agents imbedded in the social media and tech industry uncovered a heavily corrupted, discarded chatlog between "LilyCherryPopper" (believed to be PoI-A4174-1) and "NeedMoreForma" (now categorized as PoI-A4174-2). The chat contained numerous cognitohazards, including a strong antimemetic effect causing the reader to dismiss the chat log. This document has been cleaned of cognitohazards and pieced together to the best of Foundation File Recovery ability, and can be read below.
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Lily, we need to talk.
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Aww, does daddy need some loving~?
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We found your deal maker.
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The guy you made a deal with back in 2001, remember you were talking to me and some of the other guys about how you wanted to get back at the guy?
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WAIT REALLY???
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Believe so, if you want to come get him he's here for you at [COGNITOHAZARD REMOVED]8
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OMG TY TY TY!!!!!
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Getting revenge. He lied to me about the deal, said my family would love me again, prove grandma wrong, that it would bring Ryan back, but all it did was steal my soul and made me cum hungry all the time. I want him to go through the absolute misery he put me through, and what he put grandma through.
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And much more, I'll start moving out tomorrow. Again thank you so so much I don't know how I could ever repay you.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4192 is to be kept inside a QED (Quantum Electrodynamic) Vacuum Chamber1, which is placed within a high-value, Safe-Class anomalous item locker. Testing with SCP-4192 should only be limited to research and with permission from Dr. Phoenix.
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Description: SCP-4192 refers to the nucleus of a single Hydrogen atom that emits radio waves at random intervals. Extensive analysis on SCP-4192 has shown that despite its abnormal nature, it behaves and functions properly as any nucleon or hadron would; having a positive electric charge, an elementary charge, and possessing a mass less than that of a neutron.
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Research on SCP-4192's makeup has been inconclusive as SCP-4192 does not appear to be composed of quarks but of something else entirely. Analysis of the radio waves generated by SCP-4192 have been recorded at 15 to 18 MHz in the form of Cosmic background noise.
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Addendum 4192.1: Experimentation
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Due to the sensitive nature of SCP-4192, the Artificial Intelligent Conscript, Goliath.aic, was created specifically to handle equipment and containment as well as perform experiments pertaining to SCP-4192.
On 01/04/21, an experiment was conducted to ascertain the physical properties of SCP-4192 headed by Dr. Tardtakovsky under the supervision of Dr. Phoenix. Prior to testing, a hypodermic needle was refined by SCP-914 and attached to a robotic arm apparatus in order to interact with SCP-4192.
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During the experiment, Goliath.aic detected repulsion emanating from the atom as it breached the atomic orbital2 of SCP-4192, claiming that the repulsion was similar to that of magnets repelling each other. Despite this observation, Goliath.aic was ordered to continue with the test and push the needle further into the atom.
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The experiment was immediately interrupted by an Omega One Alert from Foundation satellites, which reported an extremely large celestial object approaching the planet. Imaging from the satellite feed depicted a tubular metal rod with a projected collision directed towards the North American continent that was expected to strike Philadelphia; the current location of Site-98. Goliath.aic immediately withdrew the needle apparatus from SCP-4192, effectuating the large object to immediately reverse in its direction until it could no longer be detected by the satellites.
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Following this, all testing with SCP-4192 is currently forbidden. There are currently no plans to be made of SCP-4192's research.
A fruiting SCP-4277-1 instance found growing amongst a large shrub.
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4277-1 instances are to be housed in a secure greenhouse at Site-103. To promote healthy growth, SCP-4277-1 are to be supplied with appropriate metal salts (see document 4277-4, available on request). Any instances of SCP-4277-2 harvested are to be catalogued and stored for future study. Discharge of SCP-4277-2 should take place in a sealed indoor firing range, with decontamination of the firing range after testing to prevent unintentional release of SCP-4277-2 spores to the environment. SCP-4277 cultivation centres outside of Foundation custody should be neutralised with the utmost urgency. All SCP-4277-1 instances that cannot be taken into containment during neutralisation are to be destroyed on-site. Any sites where SCP-4277-1 has been cultivated or sites where SCP-4277-2 has been discharged outside of containment should be monitored annually for signs of SCP-4277-1 growth.
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Description: SCP-4277 is a species of plant closely related to Vica faba (broad/fava/faba bean). Non-fruiting SCP-4277-1 instances appear visually identical to V. faba, but PCR gene sequencing has shown the extensive modifications to the parent genome (see document 4277-3). These modifications allow SCP-4277-1 instances to produce cellular machinery (organelles, enzymes etc.) not found in wild-type V. faba, which, under appropriate environmental conditions, results in SCP-4277-1 instances fruiting fully functional ammunition (designated SCP-4277-2).
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Different SCP-4277-1 instances produce different types of ammunition, with cross-pollination having been shown to generate new types of ammunition (see document 4277-1: Test Log). A partial list of ammunition grown includes: .270 Winchester (hollow point); .50 BMG (armour-piercing); .22 LR (hollow point); 12-gauge (shot); .625 carbine bullet; .308 Winchester (blank); Mk II (fragmentation grenade). Document 4277-3 contains the full list of SCP-4277-2 instances catalogued, available on request.
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Examination of SCP-4277-2 instances has shown the presence of spores contained within the bullet or mixed with the propellent. These spores are dispersed on discharge of a SCP-4277-2 instance and under favourable conditions will germinate to yield a new instance of SCP-4277-1. In order to fruit, SCP-4277-1 instances must grow in soil containing high concentrations of lead, iron and copper salts. Through a poorly understood pathway, these salts are accumulated and refined within the cells of SCP-4277-1. SCP-4277-1 instances can produce a range of explosive propellants, including nitro-glycerine (glycerol derived), trinitrotoluene (phenylalanine derived) and cordite. When not supplied metal salts, SCP-4277-1 instances will fruit much less often, and the ammunition produced is of very low quality. The quality of the ammunition and the propellant it contains depends on the SCP-4277-1 instance and the nutrients available to the plant during growth. Without proper care, munitions produced are of very low quality, causing jamming and other firearm malfunctions during testing. Testing has shown selective breeding and careful care during growth mitigates this effect, yielding high quality munitions that excel in controlled tests.
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Investigations into the origin of SCP-4277 are ongoing. Foundation-held samples were recovered from a variety of locations (see document 4277-2: Incident Log), along with documents indicating marketing of SCP-4277-1 as an alternative to arms manufacturing for developing nations. The high energy cost for SCP-4277-1 to achieve bullet growth coupled with the rarity of metal-rich soils in which wild specimens can flourish means SCP-4277 struggles to fruit in the absence of active cultivation. However, SCP-4277-2 instances remain viable for decades if stored correctly and SCP-4277-1 instances retain the hardiness of V. faba which allows them to survive for years in the wild.
Procedure: Cross-pollination of SCP-4277-1 instances was undertaken to generate new SCP-4277-2 instances.
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Test 1: .270 Winchester (hollow point) crossed with 12-gauge (shot).
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Test 2: .270 Winchester (hollow point) crossed with M84 stun grenade.
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Test 3: 12-gauge (shot) crossed with .50 BMG (armour-piercing).
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13/7/1996: A raid by local police forces on a suspected cannabis farm found SCP-4277-1 instances being grown hydroponically along with the relevant chemicals needed to ensure a high yield of SCP-4277-2. Foundation personnel within the police service acted to cover-up the existence of SCP-4277, resulting in twenty (20) SCP-4277-1 instances being taken into containment at site 66 for further study. A follow up operation secured all SCP-4277-2 instances produced by the cultivation centre. Investigations into where the individuals running the cultivation centre acquired SCP-4277-1 instances found evidence suggesting SCP-4277 seeds were smuggled into the UK and sold to criminal enterprises. Reexamination of illegal munitions seized by police in the wake of violent crimes show roughly 5 - 11 % are SCP-4277-2 instances. Clean-up of locations in which these were discharged and removal of SCP-4277 from UK circulation is ongoing.
12/10/2004: Members of Mobile Task Force Delta-5 (“Front-Runners”) alerted the Foundation to interest from the Imperial Japanese Anomalous Matters Examination Agency (IJAMEA) towards SCP-4277-1 cultivation centres operating on the Thailand/Laos/Cambodia border. Further investigation by Foundation agents found a widespread SCP-4277 cultivation network involved in the growth and export of SCP-4277-2 instances. Rapid deployment of tactical teams successfully contained 3 cultivation centres 12 hours before IJAMEA forces arrived on-scene. Initial analysis suggests the majority of SCP-4277-2 produced was being sold to local militias and criminal organisations. The region is currently being monitored for further activity.
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22/6/2006: Continued anti-cultivation operations in rural Thailand/Laos/Cambodia deemed successful. Results: 12 SCP-4277 cultivation centres neutralised, 144 new SCP-4277 instances contained, 16 crates of SCP-4277-2 recovered, ██ Foundation personnel KIA. Documents and computers recovered from cultivation centres show SCP-4277-2 export across Asia, but it is believed the majority of SCP-4277-2 instances produced by the cultivation network have been contained. However, work with local law enforcement agencies has uncovered a large number of small-scale urban SCP-4277 cultivation operations. This is thought to be a result of SCP-4277-1 instances being acquired from the location of violent crimes where SCP-4277-2 instances were discharged, often growing from or near the bodies of individuals executed with SCP-4277-2. Containment of urban SCP-4277 cultivation is ongoing.
16/4/2007: Agents M. █████ and K. ███████ reported widescale SCP-4277 cultivation in Kansas, USA. Further investigation led to the deployment of a Foundation tactical team to detain the individuals undertaking SCP-4277 cultivation and secure samples of SCP-4277 for analysis. Subsequent analysis by Foundation botanists determined the specimens to be V. faba. Agents M. █████ and K. ███████ were disciplined for misuse of Foundation resources.
05/09/2009: Following the discovery of SCP-4277-1 instances growing at the site of a recent skirmish near ████████, DRC, Agent Y. █████ began investigations into large-scale SCP-4277 cultivation along the Congo River, Africa. Preliminary reports suggest that the river is being used as a route to move shipments of SCP-4277-2 to buyers within the Congo basin and ultimately to the Atlantic Ocean, allowing widespread dispersal of SCP-4277-2. Covert monitoring of ports has been established to prevent SCP-4277 leaving the Congo basin via sea-borne freight while containment of cultivation centres is ongoing.
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6/10/2009: A dead-drop from Agent Y. █████ shortly before her disappearance claims that the Chaos Insurgency is involved in SCP-4277 cultivation within Africa. Agent █████ claims that the establishment of SCP-4277 cultivation centres can be traced to activity of Chaos Insurgency assets. The report suggests Agent █████ was attempting to acquire further evidence for this claim at the time of her disappearance, against the instructions of her handlers. Agent █████ is currently missing, presumed dead.
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29/10/2009: Material recovered from the containment of a SCP-4277 cultivation site within the Congo basin confirms indirect management and/or establishment of the site by Chaos Insurgency (CI) assets. While individuals contained at the cultivation centre were not members of the CI, mature SCP-4277-1 specimens and SCP-4277-1 spores were supplied to the individuals operating the cultivation centre by known CI assets. Further operations to neutralise all SCP-4277 cultivation within the Congo basin are ongoing.
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23/12/2009: It has been established that SCP-4277 cultivation is endemic to the African continent, where climate allows. Currently a majority of cultivation sites have been linked to SCP-4277-2 shipments from the Congo basin, both by sea and overland, although some sites in the north of the continent have been traced to SCP-4277 cultivation centres in Thailand contained by the Foundation between 2004-2006. A pattern has been established of cultivation sites first appearing in unstable regions as a result of CI agitation, followed by a rapid spread in SCP-4277 cultivation in the region. As previously documented, discharge of SCP-4277-2 in urban environments leads to small-scale cultivation of SCP-4277-1 instances recovered from the sites of violent crimes. Though CI assets are encouraging SCP-4277 cultivation, once established in a region new SCP-4277 cultivation centres will be established without CI intervention. The demanding care of SCP-4277 currently limits the rate at which cultivation spreads, allowing cultivation centres to be contained faster than they can be established. The most pressing goal for SCP-4277 containment is the tracing of SCP-4277-2 shipments before they can be discharged or the spores within harvested.
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01/03/2010: SCP-4277 cultivation pandemic confirmed. Cultivation sites have been discovered in the Americas, Asia and Europe. Cultivation centre discovery and containment rates are currently equivalent, and without a major allocation of resources to SCP-4277 containment efforts will remain preventative rather than curative. The allocation of these resources is currently under yearly review, pending evidence that current measures are insufficient to maintain the status quo. Due to the influence of CI assets in establishment of cultivation centres, concern has been logged that allocation of Foundation resources to SCP-4277 containment may fuel long term CI operations to divert Foundation resources away from areas that are of interest to the CI.
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Containment of known sites is ongoing, where possible under the guise of anti-drug cultivation operations, and known SCP-4277-2 shipments are being tracked and seized.
Special Containment Procedures: Ongoing disinformation campaigns are to continue attributing manifestations of SCP-4345 to non-anomalous neuropathy1. In the case of large scale outbreaks, amnestics may be administered. Psychological and physiological treatment is to be provided as needed.
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Description: SCP-4345 is an anomalous disease manifesting as severe neuropathy in various regions of the body with no discernible cause. Cases can be differentiated from non-anomalous diseases by slight fluctuations of Hume levels within the affected nerves and brains of the victims. Furthermore, the pain does not respond to any known analgesic2.
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Discovery: SCP-4345 was first documented on 2013-12-03. Researcher Reynolds reported to the west infirmary at Site-52 complaining of sharp pains in his lower abdomen, left leg, and throat. Despite treatment, symptoms persisted over several days, leading to a more thorough examination.
[Reynolds can be heard breathing heavily throughout the interview, occasionally groaning.]
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Lutece: Hello Dimas, how are you today?
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Reynolds: Hey Rosa. Not great. Still the same pain for the past 2 weeks. It just won't quit.
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Lutece: So I read your file, but let's go over it again. Can you tell me about when the pain started?
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Reynolds: I honestly can't say. Started about 2 weeks ago I think? I was working late, finishing up a report, then headed home. I was just about to cross the street out front of the site, then I blacked out. I was probably just lost in thought for a second, 'cause a car that sped by just passed me, but right then the pain started.
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Lutece: Could you describe the pain? Is it more of a burning, or a piercing? Is it dull?
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Reynolds: It's more dull or blunt in my leg and lower torso, but very sharp in my throat. Kind of burning? As if I was stabbed there.
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Lutece: Does anything make it grow more or less severe? Are the areas tender?
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Reynolds: Sometimes it gets worse, but I don't know why. I tried pressing on it, moving around and stuff. Nothing changes.
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Lutece: Does any one region hurt more than the others?
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Reynolds: Not really. It's hard to describe. My throat feels worse, but maybe it's just because it's in a smaller area. My leg and abdomen feel like they're being crushed and my foot has gone numb entirely.
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Lutece: When did that start?
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Reynolds: Just two days ago.
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Lutece: I am so sorry, Dimas. I am sure we will figure something out to help you soon. Is there anything else you would like to note before we stop for today?
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Reynolds: There is, yeah. But I don't know how to put it.
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Lutece: It's alright, take your time.
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Reynolds: I have this strange, lingering feeling. I feel like it's gotten stronger over time, but maybe I'm just paying more attention to it.
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Lutece: Yes?
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Reynolds: When I was a kid, my parents moved a lot. We'd get settled and as soon as I feel like I made a place for myself, we'd drive away. Every time it felt like leaving everything behind. Like losing everything that made me feel at home. Everything that made me feel like I was where I belong.
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[Reynolds pauses and holds his hands to his temples.]
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Reynolds: I don't know why, but ever since this started, I have this feeling again. It doesn't make any sense though. I've lived where I lived for the last 7 years. Everything I care for, everyone in my life is still there just like before. But it doesn't feel like I am, if that makes sense? I mean, I don't know. On Wednesday, I was driving home and I ended up at a completely different address. But I could've sworn I owned that exact mailbox. Apparently, I had called my wife all confused and she had you guys go through the trouble of picking me up. Honestly I don't remember much of that evening.
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Lutece: No trouble. This is our jobs after all. Try to get some rest now. I'll email you your next appointment reminder.
Reynolds before being taken into protective custody.
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Interview Log following Researcher Reynolds being taken into protective custody
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Date: 2013/01/03
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Interviewer: Doctor Rosalind Lutece
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Interviewee: Researcher Dimas Reynolds
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[Begin Log]
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Lutece: Hey, Dimas.
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Reynolds: [Reynolds is speaking quietly.] Hey. Doctor Lutece.
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Lutece: 'Doctor Lutece'? You can call me by my first name if you want.
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Reynolds: I know, it's just- I am sorry.
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Lutece: You have nothing to feel sorry for! I just have some concerns about what you've been doing the last couple of weeks. According to your file, you have been returning to the street in front of the Site, despite being placed on mandatory medical leave?
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Reynolds: Yeah.
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Lutece: It says here that they found you lying on the pavement. Is that true?
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Reynolds: I- Yeah. I did.
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Lutece: Did that have anything to do with the fight you had with your wife, the hour prior?
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Reynolds: [Reynolds exhales audibly.] Yes.
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Lutece: Have you had any other thoughts of hurting yourself or-?
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Reynolds: [Reynolds cuts Lutece off.] I can't take it any more okay? I can't deal with this pain. I don't want to deal with it. I'm done.
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Lutece: Please, Dimas, try to stay calm. I can't help you if you do not let me talk.
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Reynolds: I don't think you can help me. I don't think anyone can.
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Lutece: Please, let me try. Tell me what's going on. Why do you return to this street?
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Reynolds: I just- I'm just drawn to it! It's where it all started! I know something happened there. After the fight with who I hope is my wife I- I gave up. I thought I might as well be run over right then and there. That's when you guys found me.
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Lutece: I'm sorry, but what do you mean 'who you hoped was your wife'? Who would you be fighting with if not your wife, Clarice?
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Reynolds: God I'm pathetic. I need to find some way to apologize to her! I told her she wasn't the woman I married. She didn't even do anything wrong. I've just been so insecure. Nothing feels right anymore. I get lost in my own city. At night I trip over furniture I don't remember buying. Even you! Did you always have glasses? My own daughter, she has my eyes! But I know she doesn't! She should have Clarice's eyes! She's always had them… Everyone and everything I know feels like they've been replaced. But I also feel like I'm just lying to myself. Rosa? I'm not crazy right? [Reynolds begins to weep.] I am myself, right? I've always been myself? Why am I not even sure of that anymore? Who am I? Where do I belong? Where am I from? I don't want this anymore. I don't want to hurt anymore. Please…
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[Reynolds remains inconsolable for the remainder of the interview time.]
Over the last 2 months, several more cases of SCP-4345 have been confirmed at various sites around the world. Review of civilian reports for possible cases of SCP-4345 has uncovered troubling results. The spread of infection matches no known epidemiological pattern. Victims appear to share no characteristics; there is no strong link connecting cases. Foundation facilities do not have the resources to treat affected staff, let alone the civilian population. Due to the rising number of confirmed manifestations, to best fulfill our mission, I propose to raise the priority of SCP-4345 research to level 5. I see no reason why research efforts are continually denied funding. Containment of SCP-4345 should be of the highest interest to the Ethics Committee, Research Division, and the Foundation at large.
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This proposition was declined with the following results:
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O5-Council
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Motion Denied
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Ethics Committee
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The Administrator
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+Addendum 4: During Incident-3749-B-16, SCP-3749 breached containment in Site-78. While SCP-3749 was successfully re-contained within 18 hours, with zero casualties, SCP-4345 manifested in nearly all present personnel. No conclusive connection has been made between SCP-4345 and SCP-3749.
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+Addendum 5: On 2015-04-19 Dr Rosalind Lutece and Lead Researcher Colleen Evans have been reprimanded and reassigned for handling classified materials concerning SCP-4345 not available at their respective clearance levels. Class-C Amnestics were administered.
Provisional Document: Special Containment Procedure
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Site Director Approval
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APPROVED
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Ethics Committee Approval
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Author's Note: Lots of potential in this scp's drawings, useful source for infovaccines/weapons. I'll have the full petition for Thaumiel designation sent in by Thursday, wanted to get this draft on the Ethics desk ASAP though. If Ethics disagrees, we can go Euclid instead.
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Revision #: 1
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Item #: SCP-4452
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Object Class: Thaumiel
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4452 is to be contained according to standard low-risk human anomaly security procedures, with blindsight protocol in effect for relevant employees. SCP-4452 is to be provisioned with amenities and nourishment befitting a juvenile human with reduced mental capacity, along with a dose of mild sedative (2 mg lorazepam administered twice daily with meals). Should SCP-4452 become severely aggressive or agitated, a 1 mg emergency dose of haloperidol is to be administered by autoinjector.
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Blindsight safety measures are to be maintained for staff assigned to routine upkeep and care of SCP-44521. Any researchers who must interact visually with SCP-4452 are to be regularly inoculated with a Class-3 Helmsford-Zhang Infovaccine, and tested on a daily basis for memetic damage.
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SCP-4452 is to be provided with a notebook of drawing paper and a box of wax crayons in assorted colors. Completed notebooks are to be collected and prepared for further research according to standard fast-acting visual infohazard quarantine procedure.
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SCP-4452 is to be closely monitored for signs of brain infection until its cranioplasty plate has achieved sufficient integration with the skull around its trepanation site.
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Description: SCP-4452 is a juvenile male human, aged 11 years old. SCP-4452 displayed no anomalous properties prior to Incident 4452-A, and was in all physiological and psychological respects a healthy human child. Due to its exposure to a weaponized infohazard and subsequent traumatic brain injury sustained in the course of Incident 4452-A, SCP-4452 now suffers from limited speech capabilities, poor voluntary muscle control, and extreme cognitive impairment. SCP-4452 typically reacts to instructions from Foundation staff with agitation, confusion, and irritability.
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At irregular intervals, SCP-4452 will attempt to produce drawings with any readily available media, though it displays a preference for felt-tip markers and wax crayons. While the majority of these drawings are unfocused, abstract shapes and lines, roughly 5% depict coherent (albeit crude) patterns and childlike motifs, centered around "stick figure" drawings of one or more humanoid shapes. These notable drawings function as either visual infohazards or infovaccines when viewed by an observer, of varying potency. A selection of such drawings is listed below.
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Table 4452-1: Selected Anomalous Drawings Produced by SCP-4452
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2 humanoid stick figures, positioned side-by-side, with "x" marks in place of eyes.
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1 Class-D test subject
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Subject viewed the image for 3 minutes. After an additional 15 minutes, subject experienced hemorrhaging of the tear ducts. Subject reported a severe headache, with a sensation of intense pressure to the inside of the skull. Subject survived, with moderate vision loss.
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2 humanoid stick figures, in a prone position, with "x" marks in place of eyes.
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1 Class-D test subject
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Subject viewed the image for 2 minutes before experiencing hemorrhaging of the tear ducts. Subject was incapacitated by a severe headache for 4.5 hours. Upon recovery, subject described the experience as "like [his] head was trying to pop." Subject survived, with moderate vision loss.
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1 humanoid stick figure, holding an indistinct shape drawn in yellow2.
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1 Class-D test subject
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Subject viewed the image for 5 seconds before reporting a brief, intense piercing pain, localized to the right temple. Subject was discovered to have temporarily gained a weak resistance to standard test infohazards, roughly equivalent to inoculation with a Class-1 Helmsford-Zhang infovaccine. Subject survived with no ill effects.
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2 humanoid stick figures, with faces obscured by circles drawn in red.
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3 Class-D test subjects
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Subjects viewed the image for 30 seconds before experiencing severe hemorrhaging of the tear ducts and ruptured cerebral aneurysms. Subjects did not survive.
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1 humanoid stick figure, surrounded by a concentric blue circle and holding an indistinct yellow shape
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1 Class-D test subject
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Subject viewed the image for thirty seconds before reporting sensations of intense vertigo and agoraphobia, accompanied by a piercing pain on the right temple. Subject was discovered to have temporarily gained a moderate resistance to standard test infohazards, roughly equivalent to inoculation with a Class-2 Helmsford-Zhang infovaccine. Subject survived with no ill effects.
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Judging by the similarities between the images drawn by SCP-4452 and the circumstances of Incident 4452-A, it is hypothesized that the self-inflicted brain injury sustained by SCP-4452 functioned as a crude emergency treatment for exposure to a weaponized infohazard. While the exact mechanism of action is unknown, the brain structures through which the hazard would typically deliver its lethal effects were destroyed, while its anomalous payload remained intact.
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As SCP-4452 is capable of producing images with both hazardous and protective effects, it is further speculated that SCP-4452 maintains some degree of control over the anomalous meme. Though mild sedation with lorazepam has proved to be moderately successful in rendering SCP-4452 more amenable to working with researchers, a general lack of cooperation with Foundation staff has thus far hindered thorough testing of this hypothesis.
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Incident Report 4452-A: Acquisition of SCP-4452 on 07/27/2021
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At 4:43 PM Mountain Standard Time, the Foundation was put on high alert by a surge in encrypted chatter on channels known to be used by the Chaos Insurgency in the Rocky Mountains. Twenty-two minutes later, police scanners in the town of Brighton, Colorado, described massive casualties among EMTs and law enforcement responding to neighborhood reports of a "commotion" at a suburban home. Of note, there were no reports of any shots fired. MTF-Γ-4 was dispatched to the residence, arriving within eight minutes.
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MTF-Γ-4 observed four known Chaos Insurgency infohazardous terrorism operatives fleeing the area, all of whom were listed in the terminate-on-sight dossier. A brief firefight ensued, and the CI operatives were killed on the scene. There were no casualties among Foundation forces.
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Upon entering the building, MTF-Γ-4 encountered ten deceased EMTs and police officers near the entrance, all of whom displayed significant hemorrhaging from the eyes. The homeowner was found similarly deceased in the kitchen. Progressing to the basement, SCP-4452 was discovered concealed beneath a blanket, comatose, gripping the handle of a cordless electric drill with a quarter-inch diameter bit engaged in the chuck. After thorough analysis of the scene, it was inferred that SCP-4452 had used the drill to perforate its skull immediately after encountering a Chaos Insurgency infoweapon.
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Lifesaving measures by Foundation neurosurgeons were successful, and a cranioplasty was performed to implant a plate over the site of the self-trepanation. SCP-4452 has been medically stabilized, and has a positive prognosis for long-term survivability. Its likelihood of regaining significant cognitive function, however, is very low.
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Ethics Committee Review for SCP Database Entry
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Document #: ECR-4452, Revision 1
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Proposal Status: Denied
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Ethics Committee Review: Inappropriate medical procedures, inappropriate Object Class designation. Revise and resubmit for reconsideration.
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Suggested Revisions (if applicable):
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1. Revisions to Object Class:
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Research and development of infoweapons/vaccines through materials produced by SCP-4452 is acceptable, but not sufficient reason to assign Thaumiel Class. Please revise to Euclid.
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2. Revisions to Special Containment Procedures:
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Proposed heavy lorazepam dosage is inappropriate for a juvenile human. Injected haloperidol for agitation and aggression is strongly discouraged for a child, especially with reduced mental capacity. Please consult with medical personnel on revising this section.
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Provisional Document: Special Containment Procedure
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Site Director Approval
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APPROVED
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Ethics Committee Approval
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+Author's Note: Consulted with Medical, they've cleared the new procedures. Unfortunately, lowering the dosage and delivery method makes containment much more difficult. New haloperidol formulation takes too long to take effect, and SCP-4452 has to be restrained until the meds have time to work. Lower lorazepam dose is not great, SCP-4452 is much less cooperative. Very hard to get good data anymore. Changes are in blue, unchanged blocks in gray.
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Revision #: 2
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Item #: SCP-4452
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Object Class:Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4452 is to be contained according to standard low-risk human anomaly security procedures, with blindsight protocol in effect for relevant employees. SCP-4452 is to be provisioned with amenities and nourishment befitting a juvenile human with reduced mental capacity, along with a dose of mild sedative (0.5 mg lorazepam administered twice daily with meals). Should SCP-4452 become severely aggressive or agitated, a 0.5 mg emergency dose of haloperidol is to be administered orally. If necessary, four-point restraints may be employed to prevent SCP-4452 from harming staff or itself until the sedative has time to take effect.
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Blindsight safety measures are to be maintained for staff assigned to routine upkeep and care of SCP-4452. Any researchers who must interact visually with SCP-4452 are to be inoculated with a Class-3 Helmsford-Zhang Infovaccine, and tested on a daily basis for memetic damage.
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SCP-4452 is to be provided with a notebook of drawing paper and a box of wax crayons in assorted colors. Completed notebooks are to be collected and prepared for further research according to standard fast-acting visual infohazard quarantine procedure.
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SCP-4452 is to be closely monitored for signs of brain infection until its cranioplasty plate has achieved sufficient integration with the skull around its trepanation site.
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Description:SCP-4452 is a juvenile male human, aged 11 years old. SCP-4452 displayed no anomalous properties prior to Incident 4452-A, and was in all physiological and psychological respects a healthy human child. Due to its exposure to a weaponized infohazard and subsequent traumatic brain injury sustained in the course of Incident 4452-A, SCP-4452 now suffers from limited speech capabilities, poor voluntary muscle control, and extreme cognitive impairment. SCP-4452 typically reacts to instructions from Foundation staff with agitation, confusion, and irritability.
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At irregular intervals, SCP-4452 will attempt to produce drawings with any readily available media, though it displays a preference for felt-tip markers and wax crayons. While the majority of these drawings are unfocused, abstract shapes and lines, roughly 5% depict coherent (albeit crude) patterns and childlike motifs, centered around "stick figure" drawings of one or more humanoid shapes. These notable drawings function as either visual infohazards or infovaccines when viewed by an observer, of varying potency. A selection of such drawings is listed below.
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Table 4452-1: Selected Anomalous Drawings Produced by SCP-4452
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2 humanoid stick figures, positioned side-by-side, with "x" marks in place of eyes.
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1 Class-D test subject
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Subject viewed the image for 3 minutes. After an additional 15 minutes, subject experienced hemorrhaging of the tear ducts. Subject reported a severe headache, with a sensation of intense pressure to the inside of the skull. Subject survived, with moderate vision loss.
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2 humanoid stick figures, in a prone position, with "x" marks in place of eyes.
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1 Class-D test subject
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Subject viewed the image for 2 minutes before experiencing hemorrhaging of the tear ducts. Subject was incapacitated by a severe headache for 4.5 hours. Upon recovery, subject described the experience as "like [his] head was trying to pop." Subject survived, with moderate vision loss.
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1 humanoid stick figure, holding an indistinct shape drawn in yellow.
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1 Class-D test subject
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Subject viewed the image for 5 seconds before reporting a brief, intense piercing pain, localized to the right temple. Subject was discovered to have temporarily gained a weak resistance to standard test infohazards, roughly equivalent to inoculation with a Class-1 Helmsford-Zhang infovaccine. Subject survived with no ill effects.
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2 humanoid stick figures, with faces obscured by circles drawn in red.
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3 Class-D test subjects
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1 humanoid stick figure, surrounded by a concentric blue circle, holding an indistinct yellow shape
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1 Class-D test subject
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Subject viewed the image for thirty seconds before reporting sensations of intense vertigo and agoraphobia, accompanied by a piercing pain on the right temple. Subject was discovered to have temporarily gained a moderate resistance to standard test infohazards, roughly equivalent to inoculation with a Class-2 Helmsford-Zhang infovaccine. Subject survived with no ill effects.
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1 humanoid stick figure, drawn in red. Interlinked black circles are drawn around the figure’s wrists and ankles, inferred to represent chains or cuffs.
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3 Class-D test subjects
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Subjects experienced immediate hemorrhaging of the tear ducts, followed by near-complete obliteration of ocular tissue. Subjects died of suffocation shortly thereafter, due to sustained tonic contraction of the diaphragm during rigid paralysis.
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Judging by the similarities between the images drawn by SCP-4452 and the circumstances of Incident 4452-A, it is hypothesized that the self-inflicted brain injury sustained by SCP-4452 functioned as a crude emergency treatment for exposure to a weaponized infohazard. While the exact mechanism of action is unknown, the brain structures through which the hazard would typically deliver its lethal effects were destroyed, while the anomalous payload remained intact.
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As SCP-4452 is capable of producing images with both hazardous and protective effects, it is further speculated that SCP-4452 maintains some degree of control over the anomalous meme.Mild sedation with lorazepam has very limited effect in rendering SCP-4452 more amenable to working with researchers.A general lack of cooperation with Foundation staff has thus far hindered thorough testing of this hypothesis.
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Incident Report 4452-A: Acquisition of SCP-4452 on 07/27/2021
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At 4:43 PM Mountain Standard Time, the Foundation was put on high alert by a surge in encrypted chatter on channels known to be used by the Chaos Insurgency in the Rocky Mountains. Twenty-two minutes later, police scanners in the town of Brighton, Colorado, described massive casualties among EMTs and law enforcement responding to neighborhood reports of a "commotion" at a suburban home. Of note, there were no reports of any shots fired. MTF-Γ-4 was dispatched to the residence, arriving within eight minutes
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MTF-Γ-4 observed four known Chaos Insurgency infohazardous terrorism operatives fleeing the area, all of whom were listed in the terminate-on-sight dossier. A brief firefight ensued, and the CI operatives were killed on the scene. There were no casualties among Foundation forces.
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Upon entering the building, MTF-Γ-4 encountered ten deceased EMTs and police officers near the entrance, all of whom displayed significant hemorrhaging from the eyes. The homeowner was found similarly deceased in the kitchen. Progressing to the basement, SCP-4452 was discovered concealed beneath a blanket, comatose, gripping the handle of a cordless electric drill with a quarter-inch diameter bit engaged in the chuck. After thorough analysis of the scene, it was inferred that SCP-4452 had used the drill to perforate its skull immediately after encountering a Chaos Insurgency infoweapon.
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Lifesaving measures by Foundation neurosurgeons were successful, and a cranioplasty was performed to implant a plate over the site of the self-trepanation. SCP-4452 has been medically stabilized, and has a positive prognosis for long-term survivability. Its likelihood of regaining significant cognitive function, however, is very low.
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Ethics Committee Review for SCP Database Entry
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Document #: ECR-4452, Revision 2
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Proposal Status: Denied
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Ethics Committee Review: Suboptimal containment procedures. Revise and resubmit for reconsideration.
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Suggested Revisions (if applicable):
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1. Revisions to Object Class:
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2. Revisions to Special Containment Procedures:
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Chemical sedation of SCP-4452 is not recommended. In place of lorazepam and haloperidol, SCP-4452 should be given unfettered access to the contents of Package 4452-1, currently en route via interdepartmental mail (tracking number S19-134937512A)
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Provisional Document: Special Containment Procedure
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Site Director Approval
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APPROVED
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Ethics Committee Approval
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APPROVED
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Author's Note: Apologies for doubting. New con. proc. is remarkably effective. 4452 hasn't had a single bad episode, even without the lorazepam/haloperidol. Note that scp's behavior has significantly changed since we implemented the new procedures, and the description has been modified.
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Revision #: 3
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Item #: SCP-4452
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4452 is to be contained according to standard low-risk human anomaly security procedures, with blindsight protocol in effect for relevant employees. SCP-4452 is to be provisioned with amenities and nourishment befitting a juvenile human with reduced mental capacity. In addition, a blue cotton blanket is to be kept in the anomaly's containment cell. SCP-4452 habitually hides under the blanket when agitated or emotionally distraught; this behavior is normal and should not be discouraged.
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Blindsight safety measures are to be maintained for staff assigned to routine upkeep and care of SCP-4452. Any researchers who must interact visually with SCP-4452 are to be inoculated with a Class-3 Helmsford-Zhang Infovaccine, and tested on a daily basis for memetic damage.
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SCP-4452 is to be provided with a notebook of drawing paper and a box of wax crayons in assorted colors. Completed notebooks are to be collected and prepared for further research according to standard fast-acting visual infohazard quarantine procedures.
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SCP-4452 is to be closely monitored for signs of brain infection until its cranioplasty plate has achieved sufficient integration with the skull around its trepanation site.
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Description:SCP-4452 is a juvenile male human, aged 11 years old. SCP-4452 displayed no anomalous properties prior to Incident 4452-A, and was in all physiological and psychological respects a healthy human child. Due to its exposure to a weaponized infohazard and a subsequent traumatic brain injury sustained in the course of Incident 4452-A, SCP-4452 now suffers from limited speech capabilities, poor voluntary muscle control, and extreme cognitive impairment.SCP-4452 typically reacts to instructions from Foundation staff with agitation, confusion, and irritability.
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At irregular intervals, SCP-4452 will attempt to produce drawings with any readily available media, though it displays a preference for felt-tip markers and wax crayons. While the majority of these drawings are unfocused, abstract shapes and lines, roughly 5% depict coherent (albeit crude) patterns and childlike motifs, centered around "stick figure" drawings of one or more humanoid shapes. These notable drawings function aseither visual infohazards orextremely potent infovaccineswhen viewed by an observer. A selection of such drawings is listed below.
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Table 4452-1: Selected Anomalous Drawings Produced by SCP-4452
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1 humanoid stick figure, surrounded by a series of concentric blue circles
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1 Class-D test subject
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Subject viewed the image for 8 minutes before describing a feeling of intense warmth. Subject was discovered to have gained a strong resistance to standard test infohazards, roughly equivalent to inoculation with a Class-3 Helmsford-Zhang infovaccine. Subject survived with no ill effects.
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3 humanoid stick figures, surrounded by a series of concentric blue circles
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Subjects viewed the image for 6 minutes before describing feelings of intense warmth. Subjects were discovered to have gained a strong resistance to test infohazards, roughly equivalent to inoculation with experimental Class-4 Helmsford-Zhang infovaccines still in development. Subjects survived with no ill effects.
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3 humanoid stick figures, surrounded by a series of concentric blue circles. The figures are depicted in a configuration that suggests they have grasped each others' hands.
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Subject viewed the image for 5 minutes before describing a feeling of mild warmth. Subject was discovered to have gained an unprecedented level of strong resistance to test infohazards. Of note, the subject survived direct, prolonged observation of a Berryman-Langford instant-kill visual meme for 6 minutes before succumbing to its effects.
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SCP-4452 has in the past produced infohazardous drawings as well as infoprotective artwork. However, at present time, SCP-4452 demonstrates an unwillingness to produce harmful images. Accordingly, further research and study of SCP-4452 is to be directed at refining, improving, and reverse engineering the properties of the highly-effective infovaccines it continues to create.
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Judging by the similarities between the images drawn by SCP-4452 and the circumstances of Incident 4452-A, it is hypothesized that the self-inflicted brain injury sustained by SCP-4452 functioned as a crude emergency treatment for exposure to a weaponized infohazard. While the exact mechanism of action is unknown, the brain structures through which the hazard would typically deliver its lethal effects were destroyed, while the anomalous payload remained intact.
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As SCP-4452 is capable of producing images with both hazardous and protective effects, it is further speculated that SCP-4452 maintains some degree of control over the anomalous meme.Mild sedation with lorazepam has very limited effect in rendering SCP-4452 more amenable to working with researchers. A general lack of cooperation with Foundation staff has thus far hindered thorough testing of this hypothesis.
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SCP-4452 is generally cooperative with researchers. When distressed, SCP-4452 will often hide underneath its cotton blanket for thirty to sixty minutes. This behavior is extremely effective in reducing acute anxiety in the anomaly, and will usually render SCP-4452 amenable to interacting with Foundation staff. In addition, the day-to-day demeanor of SCP-4452 is improved by the simple presence of the blanket within line-of-sight. At present time, the anomaly rarely exhibits irritability or aggressive behavior, and it often expresses joy and excitement while drawing.
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Incident Report 4452-A: Acquisition of SCP-4452 on 07/27/2021
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At 4:43 PM Mountain Standard Time, the Foundation was put on high alert by a surge in encrypted chatter on channels known to be used by the Chaos Insurgency in the Rocky Mountains. Twenty-two minutes later, police scanners in the town of Brighton, Colorado, described massive casualties among EMTs and law enforcement responding to neighborhood reports of a "commotion" at a suburban home. Of note, there were no reports of any shots fired. MTF-Γ-4 was dispatched to the residence, arriving within eight minutes.
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MTF-Γ-4 observed four known Chaos Insurgency infohazardous terrorism operatives fleeing the area, all of whom were listed in the terminate-on-sight dossier. A brief firefight ensued, and the CI operatives were killed on the scene. There were no casualties among Foundation forces.
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Upon entering the building, MTF-Γ-4 encountered ten deceased EMTs and police officers near the entrance, all of whom displayed significant hemorrhaging from the eyes. The homeowner was found similarly deceased in the kitchen. Progressing to the basement, SCP-4452 was discovered concealed beneath a blanket, comatose, gripping the handle of a cordless electric drill with a quarter-inch diameter bit engaged in the chuck. After thorough analysis of the scene, it was inferred that SCP-4452 had used the drill to perforate its skull immediately after encountering a Chaos Insurgency infoweapon.
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Lifesaving measures by Foundation neurosurgeons were successful, and a cranioplasty was performed to implant a plate over the site of the self-trepanation. SCP-4452 has been medically stabilized, and has a positive prognosis for long-term survivability. Its likelihood of regaining significant cognitive function, however, is very low.
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FOR ETHICS COMMITTEE EYES ONLY
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Level-E5 clearance required for access
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Level-O5 clearance may be accepted on a case-by-case basis by petition to the Ethics Committee.
Ethics Committee member E5-3 voluntarily recused herself from discussion regarding SCP-4452 after declaring a conflict of interest. By unanimous agreement of the remainder of the Ethics Committee, a one-time exception to her recusal was granted. At her suggestion, containment procedures for SCP-4452 were modified to allow the anomaly access to a blue cotton blanket. According to E5-3, SCP-4452 had previously been in the habit of carrying a similar blanket for comfort and security, purchased by her husband3 at the time of the anomaly's birth.
The following document is necessarily incomplete. As such, it is not the true file for SCP-4467. However, it acts as such for all personnel without Operation Blah training. To gain access to the true SCP-4467 document, contact Dr. L. K. Tolkien.
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Item #: SCP-4467
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: Site-31 containment engineers are to defer to Operation Blah alumni of 4/4467 clearance or higher on issues regarding SCP-4467's containment. At least twenty Operation Blah alumni are to be available in Site-31 for all SCP-4467 related activities (research, relocation, containment, etc.) for at least 12 hours each day. If a week goes by without this requirement being met at least 4 days of the week, a new draft of personnel are to be entered into Operation Blah until it can be met again. Though further containment procedures exist, they are unable to be communicated to personnel without Operation Blah training.
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SCP-4467 researchers are recommended to enlist in Operation Blah. To enlist, personnel may contact Dr. L. K. Tolkien at Site-31 or at his email, tenPiCS.cmod.pcs|neiklotkl#tenPiCS.cmod.pcs|neiklotkl. In the event that Dr. L. K. Tolkien is unavailable, contact any personnel of 4/4467 clearance. Be prepared to wait up to two weeks for confirmation or denial.
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Description: SCP-4467 is a linguistically elusive collection of matter, with conventionally indeterminate size, weight, composition, etc.. It is primarily orange in color, but the majority of other details of SCP-4467 are connected to concepts not conventionally found in any languages on earth. Notably, the languages that come closest are Basque, Japanese, and Veda (as determined by a Department of Miscommunications study which ranked over 1,000 terrestrial languages in terms of how close they come to communicating a wide range of anomalous concepts). Details that are unable to be easily communicated about SCP-4467 include:
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Note that other details are unable to be listed above. In an attempt to subvert SCP-4467's communication inhibiting properties, the Department of Miscommunications has created Operation Blah. Progress is underway.
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Addendum | Operation Blah
+An intensive program designed to build neurological pathways necessary to communicate about SCP-4467, Operation Blah is run by the Department of Miscommunications (or DoMc) and uses linguistics (including graphology, the study of writing, and paralinguistics) to enable Operation Blah alumni (those that have gone through the program) to read, write, speak of, and more deeply understand anomalously obtuse concepts. Personnel will have more success in Operation Blah if they
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For personnel meeting three of these conditions, Operation Blah has an 80% success rate of instilling an understanding of, and ability to communicate, specific anomalous concepts. Operation Blah has also been found to produce an increase in memetic resistance, a deeper understanding of anomalous languages, and a heightened sense of emotional comprehension in alumni.
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Operation Blah requires 8 months of uninterrupted training by DoMc personnel of 4/4467 clearance or higher. Operation Blah is most successful if the enlisted personnel are not given any research assignments. However, because this is often unable to be accomplished, DoMc recommends that personnel are not involved in any linguistic anomalies, nor anomalies that in any way affect cognition.
Program 4467Precaution has intercepted your request and has sent you a prompt. Respond?
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+Program 4467Precaution: Read the following sentence:
+Program 4467Precaution:John renaång to the welķaw (iʧistly) in the morning, which was very vaʔþrypfe.
+Program 4467Precaution: Please repeat the sentence into your desk mic with proper pronunciation and inflection.
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+Mic activated…
+Program 4467Precaution: Success! The Department of Miscommunications welcomes you. HîSre SCP-4467.
+SCP-4467 accessed.
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Item #: SCP-4467
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Object Class: Esoteric
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Special Containment Procedures: All Operation Blah personnel and alumni are to read the public version of this document, to understand relations with average personnel; all personnel that are not Operation Blah alumni or DoMc personnel are to refer to Operation Blah alumni for research and containment purposes of SCP-4467.
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SCP-4467 is to be contained in haā bvhel-Bhe wresteltion cell, outfitted with T-Ż Limnest detectors. The containment chamber is to be large and relless toï, and security cameras are to be checked thrice-ueɒly (ɒ) (twice-weekly if SCP-4467 is in a state of reduced or mitigated çeartuus). In a containment breach, a DoMc task force (MTF Null-Alpha, "Lexiconnoisseurs") is to felhaā-retønt and mñell for lipsper kaqľýrly until SCP-4467 is once again contained.
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Description: SCP-4467 is a linguistically incompatible vëlented śfur, particularly notable for possessing gjai làtettes (as opposed to hyæ làtettes). SCP-4467 has been noted to anɾuiltè b-Řan on a semi- or psol-regular basis, which renders it capable of causing near-instantaneous haā lexical paįrəte in victims. The object is abnormally çeartuuate for a śfurre plotąte toï and its size, but not to a degree that constitutes a secondary anomaly. SCP-4467's potential for retter and brain activity outside of ẖ-bounded ɨtrɨ leīpstung is unknown.
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Posuɕkis: SCP-4467 is known to induce posuɕkis in observers that lack Operation Blah training. Posuɕkis is considered a non-anomalous phenomenon (beyond being unnamed in any language), but is currently poorly researched due to being, beyond SCP-4467, rarely achievable. Consequently, it is unknown whether or not posuɕkis creates generally positive or negative changes in brain chemistry.
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Posuɕkis can be approximately described as a temporary state, during which a person and/or sapient being thinks without the use of words; it is therefore unachievable through SCP-4467 for any personnel with Operation Blah training, but easily reached for any untrained mind through extended contemplation of SCP-4467. Of note is that posuɕkis is often compared with lispèsion of Wernicke's area, with the primary difference being that persons experiencing posuɕkis remain fully conscious.
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So far, limited research has found that sufficiently deep or long-term posuɕkis can:
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Enhance the ability to improvise
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Reduce psychological damage from memes and cognitohazards by an average of 60%
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Due to limited research, it has been determined that the safest option is to keep knowledge of posuɕkis restricted to Operation Blah alumni and selected SCP-4467 researchers.
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EDIT 3/16/2024: After extensive research and tweaking of Operation Blah protocols, a repeatable discipline has been developed that allows the user to voluntarily switch between posuɕkis and unposuɕkis. Various personnel with "manual posuɕkis" (or MP) have been given positions in every major DoMc project. Productivity and efficiency have risen 300%, while spending has fallen by 50% per project.
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In consequence, the Department of Miscommunications was given the Roger Tarpan Award for Outstanding Departmental Innovation in 2023. This makes DoMc the 8th department to ever win the award.
Special Containment Procedures: A minimum of ten locations suitable for triggering SCP-4545 manifestation are to be maintained by the Foundation at all times. The use of CCTV cameras is to be encouraged within the civilian population, especially at locations matching the requirements for SCP-4545.
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Instances of SCP-4545 observed by the public are to be explained as artistic endeavours where possible; in cases where this it not feasible, witnesses are to be amnesticised. Instances of SCP-4545 manifesting at Foundation-controlled locations are to be admitted within the location as soon as they are detected.
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A small population of SCP-4545-1 is to be maintained for study at Site-72 (at the discretion of the Senior Researcher for SCP-4545); recovered instances of SCP-4545 and any excess SCP-4545-1 instances are to be destroyed via incineration.
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Description: SCP-4545 is a hollow wooden construct resembling a horse, which manifests outside of buildings or enclosed outdoor areas with sufficient space to fully admit it within. Instances of SCP-4545 are on average 2.7m wide, 7.3m tall and 13.1m long, and have been known to vary widely in style and construction, occasionally including visual elements made from rope or iron. SCP-4545 only manifests in unobserved areas; recording equipment or human presence are sufficient to prevent its occurrence. As such, no direct observations of its manifestation exist.
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Between one and three hours after being brought inside the target structure a section of SCP-4545 will open1 and begin to disgorge instances of SCP-4545-1. The number of instances is proportional to the amount of time following its manifestation before it was moved into the target structure.
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These instances will then attempt to cause significant damage to the target structure, destroying furniture and equipment, defecating on the floor, and attacking any humans present at the time. It should be noted that, while some injuries have been sustained, there have been no recorded fatalities as a result of SCP-4545-1 activity. After several hours of this behaviour, SCP-4545-1 instances will begin to perform drills of military formations, interspersed with attempts at foraging for food.2
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If the SCP-4545 instance is not moved inside the target structure it will display signs of increased pressure such as bulging and, after a certain amount of time, explode violently. This explosion is notably larger in magnitude than could be explained solely by increased internal pressure, and is capable of causing significant damage to the surrounding area in addition to scattering the remains of the contained SCP-4545-1 instances.
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SCP-4545-1 instances are abnormally small horses, standing approximately 35cm at the shoulder and wearing bronze barding stylistically similar to ancient Greek hoplite armour, including a notable red crest on the helmet. They display a notably higher intelligence than non-anomalous breeds of horse. Autopsies of deceased instances have revealed a hollow cavity within the torso, containing a number of partially-animate wooden horse sculptures.
Special Containment Procedures: Due to extreme difficulty relocating SCP-4612-A, a perimeter maintained by a barbed wire fence has been established around Provisional Site-91. The Site is a converted 18th Century manor in Yorkshire, England, commonly referred to as Eckhart House. Any unauthorized individuals found at Provisional Site-91 are to be interrogated for any possible connection to Group of Interest ALPHA-019 ("Serpent's Hand"). Members of the Serpent's Hand are to be processed by the Ethics Committee.
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SCP-4612-B is uncontained at this time, as its whereabouts are unknown. Foundation webcrawler I/O METATRON is to scrub all social media and internet postings for mentions of a figure fitting description of SCP-4612-B. Mobile Task Force Beta-777 (“Hecate’s Spear”) are to be notified of sightings of SCP-4612-B.
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Description: SCP-4612 refers to two related anomalies. SCP-4612-A is the body of a large limaciform invertebrate, consisting of white translucent flesh with elastic texture. The body shows no sign of decay despite centuries having passed since estimated time of death. The cadaver is ten meters in length, one meter in width, and lying atop a stone altar. The cadaver’s anatomy includes six human arm shaped structures measuring 3 meters in length. Each arm terminates at a hand with ten digits and a crystal structure in the palm. A flexible fin travels down the length of SCP-4612-A.
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There is a lengthwise, posthumously executed incision along the underside of the cadaver. The cadaver’s blood is bright blue and uncoagulated. SCP-4612-A emits considerable amounts of Akiva radiation.1 The cadaver has emitted a steady increase in its radiation for unknown reasons since its discovery.
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SCP-4612-A is housed in an underground structure beneath Provisional Site-91. The door to the vault is located on the exterior of Eckhart House and leads to an underground structure beneath the wine cellar. The door is inscribed with thaumaturgical glyphs which, at one time, induced a mild cognitohazard causing the viewer to ignore the entryway.
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The underground structure is constructed of stone blocks, many of which are charred and warped from heat. Cuneiform glyphs of unknown thaumaturgical purpose are etched onto the surface of many of the stone blocks.
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SCP-4612-B is a humanoid entity 1.75 meters tall of average build, with eyes that glow a bright blue. SCP-4612-B has demonstrated the ability to manipulate thermal energy and exhibited anomalous strength far beyond what is expected given its height and build. SCP-4612-B has referred to SCP-4612-A as its father, despite being two distinct species. See Incident 4612-1.
This notice is issued for all personnel viewing the following memo: Special dispensation has been granted by the O5 Council for review of Level 5/4612 clearance materials attached to the memo. General clearance to review the SCP-4612 file is required to read these materials.
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From the Desk of Iona Varga, MD/PhD – Director, Provisional Site-91
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To: All Level 3 Clearance personnel cleared to review SCP-4612’s File
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RE: Concerning the origins and significance of SCP-4612-A
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Through broad historical survey, numerous events categorized as a backsliding of technological capabilities have been identified. Many of these instances have grounded explanations by historians, but some do not.
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The following is a short sample of recorded appearances by SCP-4612-A in the historical record coinciding with such a technological cultural impediment.
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Decline of Sumer
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circa 2000 B.C.E
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Renditions of SCP-4612-A were on early Sumerian pottery shards, inviting speculation RE: interference of the entity in Sumerian culture, raising questions about the end of that culture’s dominance in the area.
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Late Bronze Age Collapse
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circa 1100 B.C.E.
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After the great conflict between Mekhanite culture and Sarkic forces in the Bronze Age Mediterranean area, most of the fabled technology of those who follow the Broken God vanished instead of affecting the progress of bronze age technologies. SCP-4612-A matches the description of ancient scrolls apparently written by a Mekhanite priest circa 1000 B.C.E. previously interpreted to be a mythical representation of Sarkic bioforms.
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Decline of Daevite Culture
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As is discussed in SCP-140, the culture of the Daevites vanished after being defeated by Chinese forces. Archaeological digs have revealed murals at a Daevite ritual site dating to this period depicting a creature that can be interpreted to be SCP-4612-A, again raising the question of the entity's involvement with that culture's end.
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Recent historical documents originating in a monastery at Lindisfarne describe a demonic creature matching the description of SCP-4612-A appearing in the year 412 C.E.
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Journal entries found in a burial site from the period in Sicily describe visitation of a spirit causing outbreaks of black plague in the surrounding area. The spirit described matches the appearance of SCP-4612-A.
Discovery:
+SCP-4612-A was discovered on December 19, 1986 when Foundation agents surveilling a known member of the Serpent’s Hand (designated as POI-39978K) followed POI-39978K onto the grounds of Eckhart House. Agents observed POI-39978K perform an unknown thaumaturgical ritual and enter the door to the underground structure housing SCP-4612-A. The agents then pursued and witnessed POI-39978K kneeling before the remains, weeping. Upon seeing SCP-4612-A, Foundation agents detained POI-39978K and called for reinforcements.
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MTF-Beta-777 mobilized from Site-06-03, arriving roughly 8 hours after Foundation personnel reported the anomaly. MTF-Beta-777 are specially trained in thaumaturgical countermeasures and always staffed with at least two Class-A thaumatologists. MTF personnel were accompanied by Agent Rebekah Douglas, Level-3 psychometrist.2
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Thaumaturgical glyphs etched into the stone passageway leading to SCP-4612-A
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Survey of the site revealed no obvious anomalies other than the cadaver of SCP-4612-A. The corpses of 23 human males of various ages were found surrounding SCP-4612-A. Most of the corpses were significantly desiccated, charred and had skeletal structures partially incinerated. Several of the corpses were dismembered due to blunt force trauma. Agent Douglas noted substantial psychic trauma present in all human remains on site.
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Interviewer – Dr. Iona Varga – Director of Provisional Site-91
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Interview Subject – POI-39978K
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Background: Interview was performed at Provisional Site-91 several months after apprehension of POI-39978K. Interview subject was detained at the site since apprehension undergoing standard interrogation escalation protocols, and appears disheveled and pale.
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Varga: What do you know about Eckhart House?
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POI-39978K does not respond.
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Varga: Listen, we can do this for weeks if you want. You belong to what’s little more than a terrorist group, and we don’t have the Geneva Protocols in play here.
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POI-39978K does not respond but looks down at her hands, breaking eye contact with Dr. Varga.
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Varga: Have it your way. If you want to see why you call us Jailers first hand, it doesn’t bother me. I have tests to run.
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Dr. Varga gets up to leave but halts when POI-39978K speaks.
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POI-39978K: Ok, Jesus. I don’t know much anyway.
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Dr. Varga continues standing, looking down at POI-39978K. She gestures for POI-39978K to continue.
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POI-39978K: Alright, I know that the original master of the house was an occultist. The house was named after him, I think. I ran across reference to his reaching out to the Library and wanted to investigate. I didn’t know what I would find.
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Varga: There’s no record of a subbasement under this structure, how did you find it?
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POI-39978K: I surveyed the building and viewed the door by using a thaumaturgical working.
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Varga: Do you know what species that cadaver is?
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POI-39978K: …What species is a god?
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Varga: Do you really believe that invertebrate is a god?
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POI-39978K: I don’t know… it’s an alien entity that was ritually butchered. What would you call it?
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Varga: An anomaly.
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POI-39978K shakes her head, puts her head on the table.
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Varga: What aren’t you telling us? Aren’t you Librarians big supporters of the dissemination of knowledge?
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POI-39978K: [Still with her head down.] I know the timing was important.
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Varga: What do you mean?
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POI-39978K: What happened here in the late 1770’s?
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Varga: I’m a geneticist and xenobiologist, but I remember reading that the Industrial Revolution started in England around that time.4 But what does that have to do with a non-terrestrial cadaver?
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POI-39978K: I don’t know… but I came here to find out.
William Henry Eckhart approximately a year prior to the meteor strike and his disappearance.
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The individual referenced by POI-39978K is believed to be William Henry Eckhart, initial owner and resident master of Eckhart House. Eckhart was an active member in several occult societies and held regular meetings of such societies at his home.
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Eckhart made his fortune mining iron and copper. Local historians have theorized that he was investing in the burgeoning movement towards industrial revolution.
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Records from the Yorkshire Historical Society mention a “meteor strike” occurring on the evening of September 17, 1779, causing significant damage to the House. The structure does not currently exhibit damage commensurate with such an event. Mr. Eckhart was last seen by his servants entering his library on the morning of the meteor strike and was considered dead after the incident. No mention of the underground structure or SCP-4612-A are made in the historical record. Local legends note that a man made of fire was seen walking out of the ruined house after the impact.5
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The following letter from Eckhart was retrieved in a raid upon a Serpent’s Hand stronghold. Relevance to this entry was not clear until full cataloging of the documents retrieved during the raid was completed.
Letter from William Henry Eckhart to Anthony Martell, a member of the Society
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+Good Anthony,
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+I hope this letter finds you well, my friend.
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+I grow concerned with the others of our Society. Our Brethren must understand the grand scale of our Endeavour. Any cost that comes forthwith will be well earned, whether in pecuniary losses or in our very Blood.
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+There is an inhuman Entity that holds our lives in its grip. We have no choice but soil our hands if we wish our great Empire to thrive. If we turn from this Task, what will happen to future Generations?
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+The Library has allowed our supervised review of many tomes, and I have recently found a ritual6 that was once used to Bind a god, and should suffice for our noble Purpose.
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+Please, my dear Friend and Collaborator, speak with the others. Remind them of our sacrifices, and what we stand to gain. The consequences of our actions against our Adversary will pale when compared to the great advances we can achieve for the human race.
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+Society of Yorkshire Thaumaturgy
Examination of SCP-4612-A
+Attempts to move SCP-4612-A have been unsuccessful. The corpse exhibits density far beyond what is to be expected by cursory examination, estimated to weigh over 26,000 kg. The altar where the body lies is assessed as anomalous given its ability to hold the body without losing structural integrity. Dr. Varga has decided that attempting to move the corpse would not nearly be as cost effective as testing on site. It is for this reason that Provisional Site-91 was established.
Small samples were surgically removed from SCP-4612-A for ease of testing.
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Organic Structural Assessment: SCP-4612-A has a cellular structure not matching any entries throughout the Foundation’s biological databases. The anomaly's form of life seems to be based on a blending of carbon and silicon, as the molecules that form the basis of its cells contain both elements.
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Exposure to various elements: The sample was exposed to electrical current of various charges, alpha, gamma and ultraviolet radiations. The sample showed no change in its state, absorbing electrical current and radiations noted without sign of degradation or decay. Visible wavelengths of light (in addition to infrared) are not absorbed, but produce rippling motion in the structure of the fin running along SCP-4612-A’s length.
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Residual energies exposed to the sample of SCP-4612-A's flesh have been observed emitting from the crystalline structures present in its hands. Transmittal of energies from sample to cadaver occur instantaneously. It is theorized the crystalline structures were used to conduct energies in an unknown process.
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The lengthwise incision along SCP-4612-A’s body emits significantly higher Akiva radiation than the rest of the body. The ritual or surgical procedure was apparently interrupted, as indicated by the bloodied palm prints along the length of the body. It's theorized that the corpse was to be used in a thaumaturgical ritual of unknown purpose.
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X-ray imaging of SCP-4612-A is impossible, as the remains absorb radiation. Ultrasound examination and portable MRI scans have shown a complete lack of internal organs. SCP-4612-A is made of fibrous muscle structures and a vast nervous system with nodules of unknown utility.
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Proposal by Dr. Varga for experimentation using SCP-4612-A’s genetic material pending approval from O5 Council.
Given the lack of information physical testing produced about SCP-4612-A, Agent Douglas submitted a proposal to Dr. Varga to use psychometry to scan the remains.
Account of Agent Douglas RE: Psychometric Analysis of SCP-4612-A – 1987-06-09
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Audio and video recording made on June 9, 1987 at 0717 hours.
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Foundation Staff present: Agent Rebekah Douglas and Dr. Iona Varga
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Varga: Rebekah, are you ready?
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Douglas: Yes, let’s get this over with.
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Douglas closes the distance between her and the remains of SCP-4612-A. She holds her hands inches above the surface of SCP-4612-A. Douglas takes a deep breath and lowers her palms to make contact with the remains.
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2 minutes of silence.
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Varga: Are you getting anything?
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Douglas: Yes, but it’s faint. I can feel something just under the surface, but something’s blocking me.
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Varga: Maybe the event was too long ago for much to be left.
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Douglas: No, that can’t be it. There’s enough psychic trauma in the stones of that hallway to give me a headache, so this giant slug should be ten times as much… hold on, I’ve got an idea.
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Varga: What?
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Douglas: You squeamish?
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Varga: Oh please, who do we work for?
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Douglas: Ok, gonna try something…
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Douglas takes several breaths, removes her hands from the epidermis of SCP-4612-A and plunges both hands into the incision. Douglas’ hands are not visible, up to the elbows in the cadaver. Dr. Varga takes a sharp breath, but says nothing.
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Douglas screams. A psychic shockwave emits from SCP-4612-A shattering the bulbs in temporary lighting set up around the chamber. Dr. Varga activates two chemical light sticks.
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Varga: What’s happening?
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Agent Douglas sinks to her knees, hands still inserted into the incision along SCP-4612-A’s body.
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Varga: Douglas, please respond. Can you contin…
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Dr. Varga is interrupted by a shimmering blue light emitting from SCP-4612-A. Figures appear throughout the room, including a hooded individual identified as William Henry Eckhart standing over the corpse of SCP-4612-A. Eckhart is holding a knife in the air, chanting loudly in garbled Aramaic, audio quality is poor and the chanting is indecipherable. Eckhart sinks the blade into a SCP-4612-A, slicing along its length. Eckhart continues chanting as he slips one hand into the incision, overlaying himself onto Douglas’ position.
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Twenty or more other voices rise up from the other figures in the room, matching Eckhart’s chanting. Eckhart holds the knife up, covered in the blue blood of SCP-4612-A, and the knife begins to glow a dull red. A bright light engulfs the room, and the structure shakes significantly. The ceiling crumbles inwards and a beam of bright light illuminates the room momentarily. When the light fades, a new individual (designated as SCP-4612-B) stands a few feet from SCP-4612-A and Eckhart. SCP-4612-B is dressed in in a long cloak, and wears a tricorn hat.
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SCP-4612-B: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
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Eckhart steps away from SCP-4612-A, dropping the knife. He stumbles, catches himself staring at SCP-4612-B.
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Eckhart: Good God, what are you?
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SCP-4612-B: Step away from the body of my father.
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Eckhart moves further away from SCP-4612-A.
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SCP-4612-B: Murder wasn’t enough for you? Must you desecrate my father’s corpse?
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Eckhart is sweating, he turns to look at some of the other figures. None step forward to support him.
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Eckhart: I had no idea… I didn’t even know it was a “He”.
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SCP-4612-B: Answer me, fool. Why do you dissect his body?
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Eckhart: I… that is to say, we, wanted to use it for a ritual working. For the productions of miracles.
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SCP-4612-B: Child, is this your miracle? [SCP-4612-B points to the cadaver] You killed the only living thing that truly knew me.
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Eckhart: Please, it was not our intention to
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Eckhart is interrupted as SCP-4612-B lashes out, its hand passing through Eckhart’s torso and exploding out his back. A shower of blood and viscera splash onto the floor. SCP-4612-B grasps the body of Eckhart and tears it in two. The two halves begin to smolder and then burn as they fall to the stone floor of the chamber.
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SCP-4612-B looks down at the burning corpse of Eckhart for approximately 30 seconds. The other figures in the room start to scream and some flee towards the exit. SCP-4612-B looks up, its eyes shining. One of the other hooded figures steps forward, holding out his palms.
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Unidentified figure: Sir, please. William was the architect of this drama. We had scarce knowledge of your father’s existence. We only hoped to improve the lot of all mankind. In our wildest dreams, this result would have still seemed outlandish. I beg you, have mercy.
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SCP-4612-B pauses and looks toward the unidentified speaker. SCP-4612-B steps forward and places its hand on the speaker’s shoulder.
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SCP-4612-B: You wanted to achieve a goal, and so you have. But did you ever consider the consequences?
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The unidentified man’s hair and skin ignite, his screams only cut off by a strike of SCP-4612-B’s hand.
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SCP-4612-B: Come, you apes, show me your miracles.
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For the next 12 minutes SCP-4612-B kills each of the 21 other figures, using fire and blunt force trauma. After it has finished with the gathered occultists, SCP-4612-B stands before the corpse of SCP-4612-A, then sinks to its knees, in the same space occupied by Agent Douglas. The blue light from SCP-4612-A dims, image of SCP-4612-B fades, leaving the underground structure as it appeared at the beginning of recording. Agent Douglas collapses.
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+Agent Douglas spent 5 weeks in recuperation. In that time, she was rarely conscious. A figure resembling SCP-4612-B was seen entering Douglas’ room on video surveillance 36 days after her collapse. Security staff was mobilized and sent to Douglas’ recuperation quarters, but there was no sign of SCP-4612-B. When security staff approached Agent Douglas, she was alert but had a thumbprint on her forehead just above the bridge of her nose. Medical personnel were unable to clean the mark from her skin.
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+During debriefing, Douglas was asked to recount any discussion with SCP-4612-B prior to arrival of security staff. Douglas reported that SCP-4612-B claimed she was only alive because she was merely investigating. Additionally, Agent Douglas claimed significant interference of her psychometry, as all she could sense were the following words being repeated: “Eckhart died for a reason.”
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+The search for SCP-4612-B is ongoing.
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-475 is to be kept in a watertight containment locker in Storage Unit 45-C of Site-36. All testing with para-religions requires permission from the Site Director.
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To prevent religious Groups of Interest from learning of the object's existence, knowledge of SCP-475 is to follow Level III Infosecurity Protocol.
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Description: SCP-475 is an ornate sculpture of soap depicting an unidentified Pope. Inscribed at the base of the statue is the phrase "Cleanliness is next to Godliness." Analysis reveals the object to be composed of long-chain saturated fatty acids (CH3-(CH2)n), totaling 89.7% of its mass, with the remaining 10.3% corresponding to ███████-████, attached as the hydrophilic head. It is believed that the ███████-████ gives SCP-475 its unique properties, but all attempts to recreate this compound have failed.
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When SCP-475 comes into contact with water and is applied to the skin, all accumulated foreign contaminants are removed. Tested materials include dead skin cells, perspiration, bodily parasites, mold, dirt, and detergents. Post test examinations have shown that 100% of foreign contaminants are removed, a statistical anomaly. This process only occurs when used on human skin. All attempts so-far to use SCP-475 on non-humans have failed to produce its anomalous effects. Testing on anomalous animals, such as SCP-1845 or SCP-2050, is pending approval. Unlike typical soaps, the usage of SCP-475 does not damage it.
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SCP-475's secondary anomalous effects manifest when it is used on a professing member of an organized religion. Subjects universally report greater mental clarity, show greater adherence to church doctrine, and rate at least 15 centiakiva more on the Brandon-Spencer Piety Scale. These effects increase in intensity the longer the subject uses the object, culminating in local reality changes, signified by all bodies of water within a 5 meter radius turning into an equivalent liquid that is considered "holy" in the subject's religion. Examples of these changes can be found in Test-Log-475.
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Addendum: SCP-475 came under Foundation containment when insubordinate elements of the Horizon Initiative relinquished control of it. These elements cited a desire to maintain unity and prevent infighting as to why the object could not be kept. SCP-475 was allegedly recovered from the residence of the Catholic Cardinal, ████ ███████, who was found deceased from injuries "consistent with upside-down crucifixion."1 The following materials were also provided:
I write this document to preserve the personal revelation invested in me. Over these past years, I have grappled with my faith. Having committed it to paper, the idea seems absurd. I, a leader of the faith. I, whose vote has determined the successor of Peter. I, who has undeniable proof of God's glory. The Initiative, for all of its missteps and blasphemy, has provided undeniable proof of God's glory. Proof that has to be withheld from the world due to inscrutable agreements with occult forces who do not have salvation in mind. Despite this undeniable proof, I wrestled with fears that God is not almighty. How can a God so glorious and almighty stand by as false idols exert their forces over man? By the grace of God, my fears have been quelled. The night before, I beheld an apparition of Mary. To try to capture the glory of it would be futile, but it is an experience too magnificent to withhold. We were out at sea. Below the waves, I could see the Church Penitent, awaiting purification. Further below that, deep beneath, there was Creation. All around us were the gilded statues of Saints, each linked to a church, far below us. The Virgin Mother herself was resplendent, situated atop a pedestal, the pedestal carried by a many-winged creature of fire. In her right arm, she held the Savior. In her left, a block of marble. She confided in me, told me of my purpose. Encased in the marble were the Keys of Heaven, the Church's Magisterium itself, the Authority to Commune with Saints. I was to take it, "free the keys", and cleanse the Church Militant. Then, "All will be made clear". When I woke up, there was a block of soap on my nightstand. Queer, but I do not question the machinations of God. Every day since that night has been hazy. I have worked with a fervor to accomplish this mission. Even to this moment, I have my doubts. But I am human. It is in my nature to doubt. If there is once thing I can be certain of, it is that I am a cog in God's plan.
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Addendum: SCP-475 approved for extensive testing with para-religions.
Note: Due to the scarcity of para-religion adherents under Foundation control, SCP-████ has been approved to create suitable test subjects.
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Test Subject's Religion: Roman Catholicism
+Duration: 3 Minutes
+Results: Water transmuted into mixture of olive oil and balsam, consistent with the Chrism oil employed in various Catholic rituals. Stigmata manifested in subject's hands.
+Notes: Subject was heard reciting Confiteor as anomalous effects took place. The stigmata healed over the course of the next three days.
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Test Subject's Religion: Roman Catholicism (Sedevacantist)
+Duration: 5 Minutes
+Results: Water transmuted into mixture of olive oil and balsam, consistent with the Chrism oil employed in various Catholic rituals. No overt anomalous effects observed.
+Notes: Post-test interview indicated that the subject accepted the current Pope as rightful Pontifex Maximus.
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Test Subject's Religion: Pentecostal
+Duration: 11 Minutes
+Results: Water transmuted into pasteurized grape juice. Subject began exhibiting glossolalia. Subject displayed xenoglossy in the post-test interview.
+Notes: Subject made the following requests:
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Access to Site-36's Sickbay.
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Access to any "demonic" entities housed on-site.
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A pet snake.
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Requests denied.
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Test Subject's Religion: Hasidic Judaism
+Duration: 60 minutes
+Results: Testing was aborted after failure to produce anomalous results. Subject vehemently denied any change in behavior or mindset.
+Notes:Kant counters measured a ███% increase in ambient hume levels. Further testing warranted.
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Test Subject's Religion: Broken Church
+Duration: 13 Minutes
+Results: Water transmuted into machine oil. Subject began manifesting symptoms of SCP-217 infection.
+Notes: Subject was placed under quarantine. Within 48 hours, the SCP-217 infection present in its system had been rendered inert. Subject transferred to Site-234 for further study.
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Test Subject's Religion: Cogwork Orthodox
+Duration: 14 Minutes
+Results: Water transmuted into machine oil. Subject proceeded to transform into metallic, ovoid object bearing numerous markings on the surface.
+Notes: Resultant object pending classification as an instance of SCP-1564.
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Test Subject's Religion: Maxwellism
+Duration: 15 minutes
+Results: Water transmuted into thermal adhesive. Testing terminated as subject began complaining about a "splitting headache". Analysis indicates that part of subject's brain had been replaced with cybernetics inconsistent with standard Maxwellist augments.
+Notes: Subject claims to have experienced a continuation of "The Signal", a hallucinatory vision all Maxwellists experience after undergoing implantation of their first augments. In this vision, [DATA EXPUNGED].
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Test Subject's Religion: Neo-Sarkicism
+Duration: 30 Minutes
+Results: Water transmuted into blood. Subject began morphing into an instance of SK-BIO Type █. Testing suspended and subject sedated. Upon resumption, subject calcified into a roughly ellipsoidal object and began emitting thermal radiation in the microwave range.
+Notes: Further testing with Neo-Sarkic Cults suspended in order to prevent APOTHEOSIS events. Subject currently in secondary storage at Site-10.
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Test Subject's Religion: Children of the Scarlet King
+Duration: 45 Minutes
+Results: Water transmuted into blood. Subject underwent a series of transformations, turning into progressively more advanced (in the Daevite caste system) variants of the DV-BIO Type. Transformations culminated with the subject becoming a Colossal Squid (Mesonychoteuthis hamiltoni) and expiring.
+Notes: Genetic testing indicates that the blood is from the common Sperm Whale (Physeter macrocephalus).
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Test Subject's Religion: Fifthism
+Duration: 25 minutes
+Results: Water transmuted into 100 specimens of the subphylum Asterozoa. Subject melted into candle wax.
+Notes: Suspected connections to SCP-1523.
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Test Subject's Religion: Church of the Second Hytoth
+Duration: 30 Minutes
+Results: Water transmuted into blood. Subject's forehead developed pigmentation in the shape of a seven pointed star. Subject displays previously unknown knowledge of Hytothan rituals and the language of Ortothan.
+Notes: Analysis indicates that the blood is from the common Seven-Arm Octopus (Haliphron atlanticus).
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Test Subject's Religion: Children of the Torch
+Duration: 17 Minutes
+Results: Water transmuted into an aqueous flame, similar to those created by SCP-2814. Subject then melted into a waxy substance, yet remained motile and cognizant.
+Notes: Subject expired after 24 hours. Remains stored on Site-23.
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Test Subject's Religion: Australian Church of Australia
+Duration: 1 minute
+Results: [DATA EXPUNGED]
+Note: Further testing with the Australian Church of Australia requires unanimous approval from the O5 Council. Research into preventing AU-Class End of The World Scenarios deemed a Class XI priority.
The odd woman sat stoic at her desk. "Our statistics are peer reviewed and verified before publication. Now sir, unless you want to continue defending these ridiculous and baseless accusations, you are free to leave."
Special Containment Procedures:SCP-4946 is uncontained. Sunny Skies Analytics, a Foundation front company, is tasked with compiling and reporting daily deaths by dysentery. Regardless of the number of actual deaths, the Foundation is to report the number as Fibonacci(n), where n is equal to the number of days since 06/06/2025.
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Should an independent report submit a verifiable case of death by dysentery, that report is to be added to the sum, and SCP-4946 is to be reclassified as Neutralized.
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Description: SCP-4946 is a probabilistic anomaly observed in reported human deaths as a result of dysentery.
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Beginning on 06/06/2025, the sum number of reported dysentery deaths per day has been equal to position n in the Fibonacci Sequence, where n has been equal to the number of days since 06/06/2025. Research into such deaths reveals that, aside from standard statistical error, all recorded deaths before current containment procedures were enacted were the results of otherwise non-anomalous cases of dysentery.
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It should be noted that SCP-4946 does not represent the actual number of human deaths by dysentery; SCP-4946 merely represents a sum total of published reports.
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Current containment procedures were developed and implemented on 02/07/2025. As a result, actual human death by dysentery appears to have been eliminated entirely. Foundation Intelligence ƟU-4946 has been assigned to mislead the public regarding the disappearance of fatal dysentery cases.
Special Containment Procedures: The town of Malmantile is designated as a diplomatic site to facilitate research into SCP-5120. According to the Treaty of Fidelis Roma, research personnel are welcome to enter SCP-5120, but will not be permitted to leave. All communication by personnel from SCP-5120 is to be sent through secure channels to the diplomatic site. The Treaty of Fidelis Roma is no longer in effect. Attempts are currently being made to reinstate the treaty, in order to resume research of SCP-5120
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Description: SCP-5120 is an ancient city named Fidelis Roma. SCP-5120 was founded sometime between 337 and 361 AC, and has remained isolated until its discovery in 2004. It is distinctly Roman in origin but lacks influence from the Abrahamic faiths. SCP-5120 has a small population compared to its size, leading to the majority of houses being unoccupied. A notable land mark of SCP-5120 is the Grand Library, where documents previously thought lost to time can be found.
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40% of SCP-5120 is buried underneath the undecomposed corpse of an anomalous organism, 5 km in length, similar to Canis lupus italicus designated SCP-5120-1. SCP-5120-1 produces a perception filter, directing the attention of an observer away from the area, measuring approximately 7 kilometers in diameter from the center of the city. Once an individual is made aware of the perception filter, it loses efficacy and the individual can perceive SCP-5120 normally.
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Addendum.5120.1: Discovery of SCP-5120 occurred due to a raid of a church of the Broken God. The only notable recovered objects are 3 separate letters sent between the church and a place known as Fidelis Roma. The following documents have been translated from the original Latin
During a raid on a hostile chapter of the Church of the Broken God, Foundation personnel discovered three documents written in Latin that were of notable interest. They appear to be communication between the Church of the Broken God and an unknown second party. Reviewing surveillance tapes from before the raid identified an individual working as a courier between the Church of the Broken God and the unknown party. The Foundation has begun an investigation into the origin of these documents.
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Transcribed below are the translated documents.
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Document#568943371.01
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We are the people of Fidelis Roma. Though we have been enemies in the past, we now ask for aid. We are willing to pay in gold by the weight of the supplies. We await your response.
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Document#568943371.02
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We are willing to provide help; however, we request to know where you are as well as the right to search your city for parts of our god of which you may claim ownership of. We patiently wait for news from the Faithful of Rome.
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Document#568943371.03
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We the people of Fidelis Roma have discussed your proposal, and we have decided to decline your offer. The artifacts of Fidelis Roma shall stay with us. We will have to seek assistance from elsewhere. We pray to the gods to bring you good luck.
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Note: Using the collected data to ascertain the identity of the courier and make contact, the Foundation was able to state negotiating terms for diplomatic relations. In exchange for supplies and aid, Fidelis Roma will be willing to allow vetted personal whom they approve to be allowed to learn the location of SCP-5120.
+Addendum.5120.2: The following logs are the recovered research of Dr. Horne. the logs have been cut short due to the Treaty of Fidelis Roma being dismantled.
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The following are the recovered interview logs acquired by Dr. Horne during her time in SCP-5120 for reference and research provided by various Foundation Personnel.
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Information was gathered and translated via secure channels
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Interviewed: The Flamen Volturnalis
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Interviewer: Dr. Horne
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Location: Outside the Temple of Volturnus.
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<Begin Log>
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[ Dr. Horne is standing with Flamen Volturnalis outside the temple overlooking a river. The sun has just begun to rise. ]
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Dr. Horne: Thank you for allowing me to ask you some questions.
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Flamen Volturnalis: It is my pleasure. You are one of us now, a true Roman as we say. I will answer any questions that may plague you.
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[ The Flame puts a hand on Dr. Horne's shoulder. ]
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Flamen Volturnalis: By the way, your Latin is very good.
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Dr. Horne: Thank you, I am still getting used to speaking Latin, but I appreciate you saying that.
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[ Dr. Horne smiles. ]
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Dr. Horne: Okay, to start things off, I would like you to tell me about yourself.
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[ The Flame pushes his chest out and holds his fist to his chest. ]
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Flamen Volturnalis: I am The Flamen Volturnalis, a member of the sub-council who decides on laws. As well as a judge in all matters of Fidelis Roma.
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[ The Flame starts to gesture as he talks. ]
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Flamen Volturnalis: The priest of Volturnus, god of all rivers, as well as a member of the Minor Flamens. I am the caretaker of the river and a humble servant to Fidelis Roma.
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[ Dr. Horne finishes writing in her notes. ]
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Dr. Horne: I’m very interested in the details of your work, but for now, I have another question. When we discovered Fidelis Roma, your people were trying to contact the Church of the Broken God. Can you tell me what you know about them?
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[ The Flame pauses and gives a perplexed expression. ]
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Flamen Volturnalis: I… assume you are speaking of the god Mekhane. That's what we call him. He was once worshiped by a section of our people a long time ago before we found sanctuary here. They attempted to proclaim their god higher than all others, and they were rightfully expelled.
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Dr. Horne: May I ask why your people would contact them for aid?
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[ The Flame crosses his arms and turns to look at the river. ]
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Flamen Volturnalis: Matters such as those are up to the high-council. I was not there. I would have voted against the decision if I was. They are not to be trusted. The only reason I could see the Major Flames stoop to such a low would be out of desperation.
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Dr. Horne: Are there any objects or documents related to Mekhane inside the city?
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[ The Flame turns away from the river, back to Dr. Horne. ]
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Flamen Volturnalis: No. We would not keep artifacts related to that thing. Though there could be documents in the Grand Library.
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Dr. Horne: Thank you, I plan on visiting the library soon. Now, what can you tell me about the Mother of Rome?
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Flamen Volturnalis: She is our protector. She is the one who guided our people to this city.
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[ The Flame began to raise his arms to the air. ]
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Flamen Volturnalis: This city was crafted by the gods. A place where our people could live and worship without judgment and persecution. The Mother of Rome was a beacon for us to follow. As you are aware, she can only be seen by those she allows to see her. Without her, we would have been discovered long ago. We are thankful to her.
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Dr. Horne: I have been to see her. She is quite a wonder. Can you tell me more about her history?
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[ The Flamen Volturnalis pauses before answering. ]
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Flamen Volturnalis: Long ago the city was attacked. She acted as a shield and allowed herself to be wounded to protect the people of Fidelis Roma. Many of our people perished, but we survived. Ever since she has given us the gift of isolation. We are safe because of her. She… is our savior.
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[ An apostle of Voltunalis calls for the Flamen. ]
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Flamen Volturnalis: If you would pardon me, It appears I am needed. It was a pleasure speaking with you.
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[ The Flamen shakes Dr. Horne's hand. ]
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Dr. Horne: Thank you for your time.
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Flamen Volturnalis: Good luck with your research Dr. Horne.
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<End Log>
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To: Diplomatic Site Director H Andrew Darren
+From: Head Researcher Dr. Clara Horne
+Subject: Report-01 Research on SCP-5120
+Date: 03/24/2005
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My meeting with the Flamen Volturnalis led me to search for any documents related to the Church. I visited the Grand Library in search of more information, though I estimate that my research will be strenuous due to the size of the library's collection of books. I have also been unable to meet any Major Flamens for an interview.
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I have also logged some unusually high Hume levels inside of SCP-5120. These readings occur throughout SCP-5120, but seem to cluster around SCP-5120-1. Perception filters do alter Hume levels on a minor scale, but the readings I have acquired read much higher. I have also found that these readings are not consistent. It seems as if they are moving.
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~ Head Researcher Dr. Clara Horne
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To: Head Researcher Dr. Clara Horne
+From: Diplomatic Site Director H Andrew Darren
+Subject: Report-01 Research on SCP-5120
+Date: 03/24/2005
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The diplomatic team have negotiated with the Council Fideliss Roma, and have arranged for you to interview the Flamen Dialis so that you may ascertain more information on their connection to the Church of the Broken God, and the locations of any artifacts they may have.
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You are also instructed to gather more information on the events that lead to SCP-5120-1's demise, and continue testing Hume levels throughout SCP-5120.
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~ Director H Andrew Darren
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Interviewed: The Flamen Dialis
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Interviewer: Dr. Horne
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Location: Backroom of the temple of Mars.
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<Begin Log>
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[ Dr. Horne waits in a room inside the Temple of Mars. It is mid-afternoon. The Flamen walks in and sits down. ]
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Dr. Horne: Thank you for accepting my interview.
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Flamen Dialis: That is what we agreed to. Forgive me if I seem rude but I am very busy so I will ask that this interview be short if possible.
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Dr. Horne: I only have a few questions.
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[ Dr. Horne paused to look at her notes. ]
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Dr. Horne: My first question pertains to the decision to ask The Church of the Broken God for aid. I was told that you voted on this matter. Can you tell me about that?
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[ The Flame crosses his arms. ]
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Flamen Dialis: That's correct. We made our decision, and promised to pay them for aid. Nothing more. They asked for too much, so we declined… I am not surprised though. We gave them an opportunity and they squandered it. Blinded by their own fanaticism.
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Dr. Horne: I appreciate your views on the Church, but I was curious as to what you thought of their desire for a part of their God.
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Flamen Dialis: It is ridiculous. They are desperate to gather their "God" and are naive. We do not hold any of their artifacts within our city. Why would we bring any of their relics with us to this place? That would be blasphemy.
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Dr. Horne: Thank you for elaborating.
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[ Dr. Horne glances at her notes again. ]
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Dr. Horne: I understand the Mother died defending this city. Can I ask you who she was defending it from?
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Flamen Dialis: The culprit is unknown to us. The few survivors of the fall of The Mother of Rome hid underground. Anyone who witnessed what happened that day, died that day. It was a great tragedy that the people of Fidelis Roma mourn to this day.
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Dr. Horne: You're saying there is no information at all about that day?
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Flamen Dialis: There is nothing. Not even in our sacred records. What we have been lead to assume is that somehow, an enemy of Rome was able to enter our sanctuary. We believe the Christians are to blame. Emperor Constantius persecuted us and led us to flee to this city. Replacing our Gods with theirs. Who else are we to suspect?
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Dr. Horne: The Christians?
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[ The Flame nodded. ]
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Flamen Dialis: Many of our ancestors were forced from their homes in Rome when the Christians took control. They mutilated our culture and persecuted us for our beliefs. They are the most likely culprit.
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Dr. Horne: Is there any documentation that would prove they were the culprit?
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[ The Flame glares at Dr. Horne. ]
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Flamen Dialis: You have lived with us for how long?… 3 months?… 4? You're always looking for the same thing. You have been told we don't know what happened to her, and yet you keep asking.
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Dr. Horne: Well, Yes, I'm researching your pe-
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[ The Flame stands up and interrupts Dr. Horne. ]
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Flamen Dialis: Let me give you some free advice. We allow you to live here because we need supplies. This is your home now. Take your time and don't search for things you won't find.
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[ Dr. Horne is silent for some time. ]
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Dr. Horne: I… I guess I have no further questions.
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[ The Flame stands up from his chair. ]
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Flamen Dialis: Now if you would excuse me, I must start the sacrifice to Mars.
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<End Log>
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To: Diplomatic Site Director H Andrew Darren
+From: Head Researcher Dr. Clara Horne
+Subject: Report-02 Research on SCP-5120
+Date: 04/21/2005
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I have continued my search for artifacts connected to The Broken God, and have concluded that there are none within the city. I have discovered documents inside The Library that may be of interest. these documents have been submitted alongside my interview logs.
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The Hume levels have continued their trend of changing locations. I experimented by leaving a Kant counter in the same place for 24 hours and logging the results. I found that the Hume levels fluctuate in waves and then spike randomly. These spikes read extraordinarily high and lasted on average for 10 minutes. These results lead me to believe that SCP-5120-1 is either alive and producing these readings, or these are the after-effects of whatever event caused SCP-5120-1 to perish.
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I plan on focusing the rest of my research inside The Grand Library of Fidelis Roma, and continue to transcribe any documents of interest. I will also continue my search for Broken God artifacts if deemed necessary.
As SCP-5207 itself has been classified as a phenomenon perpetuated by unknown individuals, it is currently considered uncontained. Foundation Webcrawler ΘΨ.2.19 ("Medical Horrorshow") has been updated to include a search-and-trace function for any references to SCP-5207 or similarly-described events.
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The SCP-5207-1-10 instances are to be kept sedated and held within an expanded humanoid containment cell in the Medical Containment wing of Site-17. They are to be fed intravenously, and a system of colostomy bags & urea catheters has been set up to capture any resulting waste.
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The corpse of SCP-5207-11 is currently held in stasis within a Biological Cryogenics containment vessel located in the Biological Storage sublevel 2 at Site-17.
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Any further requests for psychic or telepathic research into the SCP-5207 phenomenon utilizing the SCP-5207-# iterations must be submitted in writing to the current HMCL Supervisor.
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Description
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SCP-5207 is an exceptionally complex carnomantic ritual that resulted in the rapid conjoining and transformation of ten living and one deceased human individuals designated SCP-5207-1-10 & SCP-5207-11, respectively. The eleven individuals are former low-level members of GoI-0432 ("The Hunter's Black Lodge"), a criminal organization with ties to both the Russian Mafia and with various Neo-Sarkic cults.
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Each SCP-5207 instance suffers from severe transfiguration and deformations that occurred rapidly during the SCP-5207 process. While the initial medical assessment rendered at the scene stated that this "amalgamated entity" would be terminal outside of a few hours, the entity remains in a medically stable state due to unknown anomalous means.
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SCP-5207-11 was deceased upon recovery; after containment procedures were enacted, it was surgically removed from the main body of the SCP-5207 entity and an autopsy was performed.
Sex: Male
+Body Weight: 83.9 kg
+Height: 176 cm
+BMI: 20.5
+Brain Weight: 1.65 kg
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+SCP-5207-11 has several extensive biological transformations, none of which show external signs of cause, principally no surgical scarring or bruising present. These transformations are as follows:
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SCP-5207-11's maxilla, mandible, and zygomatic bone structures had been separated from the skull and moved forward 14.6 cm, which has resulted in giving the face an elongated appearance.
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Both of the subject's central incisors have been elongated, approximately 7.8 cm. Of note, the right incisor appears to have pierced the lower lip as it enlarged, which is an indicator of rapid and unexpected growth.
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The cartilage in the ears has been flayed vertically and separated to give the subject large, round ears. This occurred without the removal of the skin, which displays hyperelasticity to accommodate the transfigurations.
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Subject suffers from extreme dermatochalasis1, well beyond expected human parameters.
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Severe subconjunctival hemorrhaging in both eyes.
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SCP-5207-11's legs and arms are reconfigured into digitigrade limbs, structured for quadrupedal locomotion.
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Subject's larynx and glottis have been reformed to include an unknown bone structure that would make speech impossible.
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Two 9 mm bullets were removed from the temporal and frontal lobes respectively.
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+Medical evaluations of the remaining SCP-5207 instances show no significant deviation from the transfiguration studied in SCP-5207-11. The carnomatic ritual used to create the SCP-5207 entity left significant thaumaturgical residue, which gives the indication of at least one, though likely several, extremely skilled carnomancers.
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Discovery
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SCP-5207 was found on May 18th, 1995 in the top floor penthouse of an upscale hotel and residential tower in the metropolitan core of Houston, TX. The penthouse had been utilized as a temporary holding location for a group of former Hunter's Black Lodge members who were set to testify the following morning in the trial of suspected Russian mob boss Subotin Pavel ("Pasha") Pavlovich.
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Hotel management, in a call placed from the hotel to the local police precinct, had complained of several gunshots coming from the penthouse. This call was subsequently, and incorrectly, routed to Unit 14, a uniformed patrol team stationed in downtown Houston.
Hanlon: You think one of those Black Lodge boys got cold feet?
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Remirez: We aren't supposed to know those guys are up there. But shit, I wouldn't blame him. Terry used to work major crimes, he'll tell you about those Black Lodge assholes– they don't fuck around.
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Hanlon: Great.
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[Unit 14 enters the hotel lobby, a middle-aged man approaches wearing a hotel uniform.]
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Remirez: Hello sir, we are responding to reports of gunf–
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Steward: Thank god, it's been nearly 10 minutes! Quickly now, this way.
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[The steward guides Unit 14 to an elevator.]
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Steward: There were 20 something shots and then, nothing, no one came down or went up. If you don't mind me saying, this is not what we were expecting when we allowed the State Department to use the penthouse.
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Hanlon: I'm sure it's been a big inconvenience. Our backup will be arriving any moment, if you wouldn't mind. [Hanlon gestures in the direction they came from.]
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[Unit 14 enters the elevator alone as the steward walks away.]
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Hanlon: That fuckin' guy.
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Ramirez: Eh he's alright, Just doin' his job.
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Hanlon: Speaking of doing their job, what do you think the deal is? [Hanlon gestures upwards.]
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Ramirez: It's gonna' be a shit show, it's always shit show with these guys.
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[The elevator dings as the doors open revealing an open room, in front of a sitting area two bodies lay facedown on the floor, blood pooling around them.]
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Ramirez:[Radio click.] Unit 14 to Dispatch, we need a bus to our location, two officers down, over.
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Dispatch: Copy Unit 14 be ad– [A crashing noise can be heard from the next room, Ramirez lowers the volume on his radio.]
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Hanlon: Houston Police Department, please come out with your hands above your head.
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[The door begins to shake before stopping suddenly, a dragging noise can be heard.]
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Ramirez: We don't have time to wait for backup, let's move in, safety off.
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[As Hanlon reaches out to turn the handle off the door, several shrieks can be heard from inside.]
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Hanlon: One, two, three.
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[Hanlon swings open the door.]
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Ramirez: Freeze Houst–
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[As the door swings open, a large mass moves towards Unit 14. The ten living individuals comprising the SCP-5207 entity drag their way towards the officers.]
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Hanlon: Christ what the fuc–
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[The SCP-5207 instances scream in unison. The entire mass continues to crawl towards Unit 14, their intestines fused together and dragging across the floor behind them. Unit 14 walks backwards several meters, while remaining focused on SCP-5207.]
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Hanlon: Ramirez, what do we do?
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Ramirez: The fuck if I know, are those fuckin' rats?
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Hanlon: Not gonna' lie, I think those are the witnesses.
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Ramirez: Jesus Christ, we–
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[As the SCP-5207 instances crawl into the room shrieking, SCP-5207-11 is dragged behind them and becomes lodged in the doorway. The 10 living instances let out a shriek of distress as their connective intestines pull further from their anuses. Unit 14 rushes to the elevator, Приветствую Короля Крыс8 can be seen scrawled across the wall next to the elevator.]
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Hanlon: Shit, shit, shit– come on!
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[Hanlon frantically presses the elevator's call button. As the elevator doors open, Unit 14 runs inside and the SCP-5207 instances can be heard shrieking as they pull SCP-5207-11 free from the door and continue their approach. The elevator doors close.]
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[END LOG]
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+After initial discovery, the Houston Police Department contacted the Texas State Police wherein Foundation assets were made aware of SCP-5207. MTF Sigma-66 ("Steel Veil") were dispatched to handle the situation. Upon successful containment of the anomaly all witnesses were amnestisized, evidence confiscated, and Cover Story 77HH1 "Carbon Monoxide Poisoning" was enacted.
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The investigation of GoI-0432 and Subotin Pavlovich is currently ongoing, and all acquired data is to be made available for cross-reference with the Department of History - Religious GoI Threat Analysis, care of Dr. Judith Low.
SCP-5332 is to be contained in situ due to its current effect on the local marine life. The ship containing SCP-5332 is to have underwater cameras installed in order to monitor SCP-5332's status. If any divers are spotted near the wreck, STF Rho-7 ("Greeting Party") are to amnesticize the individual and bring them back to shore.
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SCP-5332 designates the bones, and most notably the horn, of a great whale sub-species. These bones, when powdered, have mild amnestic and medicinal properties; as such, they were hypothesized to be used as rare, primitive amnestics for groups such as the Commission of Unusual Cargo and HMFftSCotP.His/Her Majesty's Foundation for the Secure Containment of the Paranormal..
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SCP-5332 was found following an investigation into the migration patterns of Greenland based blue whales. When following a pod of whales, a diver discovered an old 17th-century boat that the blue whales used as a resting point. Upon further inspection, they discovered the bones of an abnormally large blue whale with an estimated length of around 30m, that the other whales had been clustered around. Over the following few hours, the diver noticed many other marine species visiting the site of the bones, almost seeming to pay their respects to the creature.
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Following an exploration of the ship's interior, the diver recovered an old document pertaining to an organization called "The Commission of Unusual Cargo." After returning home, the diver posted the contents of these letter onto his blog, which was picked up by a Foundation web crawler. All involved parties were amnestisized following this event.
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The letter discovered by the diver has been attached below:
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The Honourable East India Company
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Manifest Detail # C-172852
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Date: 17th of June 1627
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Vessel: The Gallant Ship Kingfisher
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Storage: The cargo to be stowed in the hold, in a large standard crate with a sheepskin padded interior, and secured to the floor hull by rope. Unauthorized access to the hold is to be noted and punished upon return to land.
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Description: Twelve bones of a great horned blue whale; the horned blue whale appears to be a monarch of the whales, thus, its bones hold great value for any scientifically inclined gentleman, able to alleviate any common ailment with ease. These bones, when undamaged, are expected to invite a large price at auction, therefore the utmost care must be taken to preserve them.
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Scribbled note in the margin.
+Don't fuck this up, or Mr Trower will have your guts for garters, lad.
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Addendum 1
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Upon investigation by STF.Special Task Force. Rho-7, the reason that the Kingfisher sunk was found to be due to a large gash in the side of the boat, as well as numerous buckled side planks; suggesting a large mass had hit the ship. It appears that a long sharp object had speared the ship during its return to port, causing it to rapidly sink. Further investigation is ongoing.
Special Containment Procedures:3 Technobabble.aic4 has been assigned to reverse any edits made to the Foundation database5 by SCP-5476 events.
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Description:6 SCP-5476 is an anomalous phenomenon in which pages in the SCP Foundation database are edited to include footnotes7 to clarify the meanings of various words. These edits are not made by any registered user and are able to bypass password-protected articles.8 In some cases, SCP-5476 events have occurred in paper documents, replicating the ink used in the page. It is unknown if SCP-5476 events are caused by a sentient entity.9
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Discovery:10 The first SCP-5476 event occurred on 07/03/2111 during an incident with an experimental AIC. Junior Researcher12 █████ ███████13 developed Crystal.aic14 for the purpose of teaching new staff members the meanings of complicated terms15 used in official Foundation documents. During testing, the AIC attempted to define a memetic hazard16 and immediately deactivated. Roughly an hour17 later, the AIC came back online and completed its edits to the page, as well as numerous other unneeded18 definitions. All files related to the AIC were deleted, and SCP-5476 events began to occur in other Foundation documents.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5499 is to be stored, unpowered, in the ████-██ Equipment Storage Wing. Due to the nature of ████-██'s primary project, transfer of SCP-5499 to a proper containment site has been deemed unfeasible at present.
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Description: SCP-5499 is an L71-Brand Smart Refrigerator, Model 2S. Prior to its installation in the ████-██ Break Room on January 31st, 2005, SCP-5499 displayed no anomalous properties.
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Outside of direct observation, SCP-5499 is capable of damaging foodstuffs placed within its chassis. Such damages occur in bursts of 1 to 4, typically spaced at least 4 hours apart, and are accompanied by a series of messages played across SCP-5499's touchscreen. The process by which SCP-5499 chooses foodstuff is unknown, although it shows considerable preference towards foodstuffs of sweet and savory flavor profiles.
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SCP-5499 was discovered following a series of complaints to the ████-██ Human Resources Department.
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ADDENDUM 5499-001: OBSERVED ACTIVATIONS
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The following is a rough approximation of the date and time of select activations, based on available security footage and subsequent tickets filed with the Human Resources Department. In the interests of budget, no tests were conducted on SCP-5499's anomalous properties.
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February 1st, 2005, 13:44
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Bottle of iced tea completely drained.
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"Mmm haha just what I needed"
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February 1st, 2005 18:01
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Containment Specialist ███'s lunch disappears, and Officer ██████'s brownie is reduced to half its original mass.
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"Ah that hit the spot"
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February 2nd, 2005, 14:48
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Technician █████'s birthday cake is covered in a series of uneven depressions, with a plastic fork stuck into its side. Additionally, a carton of milk has been nearly drained.
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"Yeah this is the good stuff mhm"
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February 3rd, 2005, 13:36
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Officer ██████'s lunch disappears, and Dr. ██████████'s tandoori chicken is missing a rough semi-sphere of mass.
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"Hrm not my thing but maybe it's an acquired taste"
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February 4th, 2005, 08:06
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Vacuum flask of blood partially drained, and blood splatters across the interior of SCP-5499.
April 3rd, 2010. Examples of SCP-5579 in its most infectious vehicle to date.
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Special Containment Procedures: Project "Bitter Yuca" is currently underway breeding dominant strains of cassava1 toxic to SCP-5579. In the unlikely event the general population discovers SCP-5579, a UO-Class "First Contact" suppression campaign has been devised.
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Description: SCP-5579 is a parasitic alien life-form present in, and responsible for, all modern forms of tapioca.
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Historically, the common shrub M. esculenta subspecies flabellifolia possessed thin, barely edible root structures until 4,500 BCE, when a variant strain spontaneously emerged. This new subspecies produced thick, starchy tubers rich in carbohydrates, and quickly become a staple-food for the developing world. These roots also served as an ideal, deliberate infection vehicle for SCP-5579.
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March 15th, 2005. Cassava root, laden with dormant colonies of SCP-5579.
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SCP-5579 functions similarly to a bacterial colony, expertly mimicking the polysaccharide chains present in plant starch. This level of chemical camouflage is so advanced, in fact, that Foundation scientists have only recently identified its existence through comparative study. In its dormancy, SCP-5579 is resistant to extreme temperatures and high-pressure environments - all historical methods of processing cassava starch have left the parasite unharmed. Contemporary forms of tapioca have only enhanced potential colony growth; tapioca pearls or "Boba" create multiple opportunities for the parasite to find a latching-point, similar to egg-cell fertilization. Sweet and milk teas2 provide a high-calorie liquid medium, increasing growth factors and ease of consumption. Yet despite all modern advantages, SCP-5579 has still failed to form a lasting parasitic relationship with any terrestrial species.
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In contrast to its extreme resilience in dormancy, SCP-5579 is nearly benign in active parasitism. When consumed, this organism quickly succumbs to the host's digestive processes, immune system response, or simple chemical tolerance. Even in common garden snails, growth is halted by the shedding of thin mucus layers. The human digestive system is especially effective at neutralizing the parasite, which only survives an estimated 0.0001% of all cases3. In such an event, SCP-5579 will, at worst, cause mild stomach ulcers.
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Testing has concluded that SCP-5579 functions at an accelerated timescale incompatible with terrestrial species. Even when given a vast quantities of nutrient-rich slurry in ideal lab conditions, SCP-5579 expands too quickly to maintain its own metabolic growth, resulting in a self-cannibalistic breakdown or "burn out".
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While SCP-5579 has been unobtrusive and undetected for nearly ten thousand years, project "Bitter Yucca" is still considered a priority in the rare chance SCP-5579 finally adapts to terrestrial life.
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Addendum - 2010/06/10: Concentrated energy emissions were detected from galaxy MACS0647-JD. Embedded assets within global listening posts intercepted this transmission, which contained two messages played in 6529 terrestrial languages4. Despite the impressive breadth of translation, the wording of each transmission was nearly incoherent, and have been edited for clarity:
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General Notice - Creatures of 9009064.
+You have failed. You cannot sustain our young. Weep. Burrow. Die without purpose.
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Special Notice - Dominants of 9009064.
+You are monsters. You are full of sharp rocks and boiling acid. Of the ten million life worlds, you are the most disgusting. We are glad we cannot feed from your filth.
+You are children of a whore galaxy.
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July 15th, 2010. Domestic Cassava, no SCP-5579 detected.
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Addendum - 2010/07/02: All global SCP-5579 colonies have died off. The plant itself appears unaffected, continuing to produce large starchy tubers. A small quantity of parasite-laden tapioca pearls have survived this extinction, shielded within Site-45's deep-freeze storage.
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Given the potential shelf-life of SCP-5579, this anomaly will be considered neutralized as of June 18th, 2060.
Due to a current lack of understanding of SCP-5608's source, containment is impossible. All affected individuals are to be contained and surrounded by individuals with thought paradigms that disagree with their own. Tests of the efficacy of amnestics to counteract this anomaly are ongoing. There are currently five affected individuals in containment, designated PoI-5608-1 through -5. Foundation assets stationed in police forces and campus security are to monitor for and investigate any and all reports of stalking behavior.
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Currently, the only known way to halt the effects of SCP-5608 is to allow the affected individual to consume at least a portion of the grey matter of their target's brain.
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Description
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SCP-5608 is a rare, anomalous form of synesthesia1. Persons affected by the anomaly are able to perceive tastes based on the thoughts of those around them. Increasing physical proximity between the affected person and other individuals increases the strength of the taste. Additionally, affected individuals have reported that thoughts that mimic or complement their own have a pleasant taste, whereas thoughts that are counter to their own are disgusting.
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Affected individuals have described complementary thoughts as "sweet," "savory," "pleasant," and "overwhelmingly powerful." There is a significantly greater variation in the descriptions of unpleasant tastes, comparing them to the affected individual's least favorite foods, as well as various varieties of animal excrement.
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Individuals experiencing SCP-5608 have a very high likelihood of developing a psychological addiction to the pleasant tastes. During a containment interview, PoI-5608-3 commented "Imagine the best thing that you've ever tasted, and you can only ever taste it again if you're near a specific person. Wouldn't you want to spend more time with them?"
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Discovery
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SCP-5608 was first discovered when Foundation agents within the Cincinnati Police Department interviewed James Conners, incarcerated for murdering Matthew Harper, a classmate at Xavier University. An excerpt of Agent Jakobson's interview with Conners can be found below.
Jakobson: Alright, we've got that all squared away. Now, can you detail the series of events that led to you murdering your classmate, Matthew Harper?
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Conners: God, can you not be so….cold about it? I feel terrible about all of this. Matt….he didn't deserve that. I still can't believe I….ugh.
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Jakobson: Listen, kid. I'm not a counselor. I'm not here to make you feel better. I'm here to get the facts; to figure out why a college student with a bright future and no history of aggression or neurodiverse traits was found with brain matter in hi-
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Conners: Jesus man! I get it! It was…I think it started a few weeks ago. I was walking around campus and suddenly I taste this….something. I can't even describe it. It's like how good pizza, ice cream, a good steak, and my grandpa's homemade root beer taste, all rolled into one. And multiplied ten times over.
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Jakobson: And you had not partaken of any illicit substances?
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Conners: Hell no, man. I've been to too many parties where people OD or get jacked up and do some crazy shit. I have a drink now and again but that's it. You can fuckin test my piss if you want.
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Jakobson: Perhaps later. So, you tasted something strange and good. What happened next?
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Conners: Well….god this is gonna sound stupid, but….you ever see those old cartoons, where someone smells a pie or something, and the smell pulls them along by their nose?
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Jakobson: I'm familiar with that trope, yes.
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Conners: Well, it was like that. I just…followed the taste. And it led me to Matt.
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Jakobson: Was this surprising to you?
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Conners: I mean, not any more surprising than suddenly tasting some unknown ambrosia.
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Jakobson: Right. So, Mr. Harper was the source of this taste. Did you inform him of this?
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Conners laughs.
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Conners: Are you fucking insane? How do you even tell someone that? "Hey bro no homo but when I'm around you I taste something fantastic so let's hang out." No, I didn't tell him.
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Jakobson: Understandable. So what did you do?
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Conners: Well I had a few classes with Matt, and we studied psych together on weekends, so we spent a lot of time together anyway. But after a while….it wasn't enough.
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Jakobson: What wasn't enough?
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Conners: The time. I needed to be around him more. I wanted to taste it every waking second of my life. So I started…accidentally running into him at football games, the cafeteria…
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Jakobson: You started stalking him.
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Conners: No! I was just…fuck, yeah, I guess I was. Goddamn it. I started skipping classes and following him to his. I skipped meals, I followed him home…
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Jakobson: And what led you to consider cannibalizing him?
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Conners:Jesus fucking christ can you not say it like that? I'm not some psycho Jeffrey Dahmer asshole! I just…I needed to taste more. Nothing was enough anymore.
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Jakobson: You were addicted.
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Conners: That's putting it mildly.
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Jakobson: Can you describe to me the events that led up to you killin-
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Conners: It was Friday night, after a party. Matt was hammered as hell and I was the DD that night. I stuck around him all night, the more he drank, the stronger the taste got. He's….he was a giggly drunk. The guy that always says "I love you guys" when he drinks. Anyway, I drove him home. The taste was so intense, so distracting…I almost t-boned someone.
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Conners: He was stumbling around when we got to his apartment complex, so I helped him inside, and up to his place. I helped him get his shoes and coat off and get into bed. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out like a fucking light. And for a few minutes I just sat there, tasting it. It tasted…it was better than sex. Better than the best sex you can imagine. It was heaven in my goddamned mouth and it still wasn't enough.
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Connors takes a heaving breath.
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Conners: So I grabbed his advanced chem textbook and hit him across the face. And then again. I hit him in the temple with the corner and didn't stop until it was like I was bathing in the taste. Once there was a big enough hole I stuck my fingers in and fucking pried his skull open. And then I…I fucking….
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Conners begins to cry heavily.
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Conners:I ate his fucking brains! I scooped them out with my bare hands and ate them like it was my last meal. I didn't really come to terms with what had happened until it was done, and then there I was, with my friend's blood and hair all over my hands and the worst aftertaste ever in my mouth. You know the rest.
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Jakobson: Can you say with confidence that had it not been for the sudden appearance of this taste, this wouldn't have happened?
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Conners: Fucking-A yes I can! I never wanted to hurt Matt. I just….it was all I could think about. Nothing mattered anymore but getting more of that taste. And now I'm going to prison for the rest of my life, aren't I?
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Jakobson: You will certainly be….detained for some time. But it won't be like any prison you know.
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Conners: I'm so fucking sorry. I wish I had never tasted that….whatever it was. What about Matt's family? What did you guys tell them?
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Jakobson: The police are handling that side of the investigation. However, I can guarantee that you will not be named. In fact, Matthew's family will soon forget you existed entirely.
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Conners:Thank god for that.
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[END INTERVIEW]
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POST-INTERVIEW NOTE
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James Conners was designated PoI-5608-1, and was interviewed thoroughly by Foundation agents and psychiatrists. It is clear that he exhibited symptoms of a strong psychological addiction, but it is as of yet unclear if the addiction was anomalous in nature, or simply a result of the anomalous taste. Research into this, as well as possible sources of the anomaly and methods of combating the effects, is ongoing. We are unsure if this anomaly may return, so PoI-5608-1 is currently declared as indefinitely contained.
PoI-5608-2 was placed in a standard humanoid isolated containment chamber to determine if an absence of exposure to outside thoughts could counteract the effects of SCP-5608. The victim was discovered several hours later, deceased, with the following injuries:
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Two of the fractured digits had their fingernails torn off, found embedded in the skin of their right temple.
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A self-inflicted puncture wound through the victim's right temple, outlined by severe bruising.
1/25/2038
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+Our team just got put on the 5678 project. Seems pretty big. But maybe it just seems big to me because of the way that number is represented in our counting system. Still, something about it seems significant. And of course it might be renumbered later, so who knows.
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+Specifically, we're working on chronicling the destruction of Site-27 on the 19th and all that entails. Yeah, that whole mess. Ramsey said she wants me to take point on the documentation this time. If I had to guess why, I bet she's got like five projects that she's been asked to put on the back burner to focus on this and you know her, she doesn't like to leave things unfinished. Ramsey always says "start with that which you know to be certain" and we're still in the dark about a lot of this, so I'm starting with the Chao interview. It just happened, I was there, and I know Al slightly better than most. From there I'll probably go through the other GOI statements, figure out how we as a Foundation define it, etc. etc. Shouldn't be too hard.
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+Daily Thoughts:
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+- What's so special about 5678? Is there anything special with 5678?
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Addendum 5678.1: Interview with Al Chao
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Interviewed: PoI-2149, "Al Chao"
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Interviewer: Dr. Martina Ramsey
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Foreword: Chao reached out to the Foundation following the events that occurred at Site-27 on 1/19/2038. Dr. Lupe De La Cruz was also present for this interview, having had prior experience with Chao.
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. Ramsey: Miss Alison Chao, thank you for-
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PoI-2149: I'd prefer "Al," if you don't mind. And no mister, miss… bleh. None of that… whatever that is.
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Dr. Ramsey: Very well then. Thank you for reaching out to us, Al. Your insight will no doubt prove valuable as we try to unravel the events of January 19th.
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PoI-2149: Sure. Though I'm not sure just how valuable my testimony will actually be, I wasn't there for much of it. So what do you want to know?
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Dr. Ramsey: Why don't you start with an account of what you witnessed, in your own words.
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PoI-2149: So basically, I had just arrived on the scene, on that plateau overlooking your site. Site… twenty-nine?
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Dr. Ramsey: Twenty-seven.
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PoI-2149: Damn it, so close! In any case, from my vantage point I could see a bunch of people. You know, of course there were gocks, C-Is, some people who I can only assume were with the Hand. And of course, some of your guys were milling about outside. They were closest to the building.
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Dr. Ramsey: Did you see how many?
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PoI-2149: Of your people? I dunno, I didn't get a good headcount. Maybe about twenty? About ten researcher-looking-dudes and a few more of the scary agent guys. The, um, the task force guys. There were fewer of those guys though. Sorry, I'm not really sure.
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Dr. Ramsey: That's alright. Please continue.
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PoI-2149: Well, I had just gotten a quick look over everything and decided this was none of my business when it happened. The whole building just… [They make a motion with both hands, rising and then going out.] Pwoof! Exploded. Let me tell ya, seeing an explosion in real life? So much different than in a movie. Or on TV, like, Mythbusters or some shit. It stays with you. After that… I mean, I dunno, I panicked. I got the fuck out of there, as fast as I possibly could. Probably not the best look. But yeah, that's basically what happened.
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Dr. Ramsey: Can you tell me when all of this happened?
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PoI-2149: I arrived at the plateau a few minutes after 7:00, maybe 7:10. So the actual explosion must've been around 7:15 I guess? Maybe a few minutes after?
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Dr. Ramsey: Now, mis- Al, we have intel that you have some connection to the group known to us only as "The Black Queen."
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PoI-2149: Come on, you know I'm not going to talk about that.
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Dr. Ramsey: We're just wondering if The Black Queen knew this would happen. Why were you there in the first place?
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PoI-2149: Are you implying I had something to do with the explosion? [They turn to Dr. De La Cruz] Come on, Lupe, you know I wouldn't do anything like this.
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Dr. Ramsey: Please, Al, we don't believe you had anything-
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PoI-2149: I may not always agree with the Foundation, but I wouldn't do this!
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Dr. Ramsey: Alright, Al, let me ask the question another way: what were you doing there? Why were you there right at the moment of destruction?
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PoI-2149:[They look around the room, then sigh.] Look, even if The Black Queen exists, which I can't confirm or deny, I'm not a part of them. And even if I was, I wouldn't have gotten information about that day from them. A bunch of anomaly-related groups converging on one spot is bound to draw attention from anybody who knows what to look for. I was just there to ensure the safety of one person.
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Dr. Ramsey: …And?
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PoI-2149: He wasn't there. All good.
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Dr. Ramsey: Alright. Before we end this interview, is there anything else you can tell us about that day?
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PoI-2149: Let me think… Actually, yeah, there was one thing. I just remembered, there was somebody there with like, a large old-timey camera set up facing the building. I thought they were with the Hand at first, but come to think of it they weren't with the other Hand people. I don't know if that means anything, but…
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Dr. Ramsey: We'll look into that. Thank you for coming in today, your insight is invaluable. Please, let us know if there's anything else you remember.
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: Chao was released without incident. At this time, Chao has made no further attempts to reach out to the Foundation
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+Al has given me a good baseline to work with. I feel bad about Ramsey ambushing them about the Black Queen stuff. Al is the only connection we have to the Black Queen, but it doesn't seem like they even know anything about her. Them. That group. Whatever.
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+Moving on from that tangent, I've been given access to a GOC memo shared with the Foundation. Hopefully, this will begin to patch up the holes in Al's testimony. I'll add that to the article and be well on my way to finishing this thing.
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+Daily Thoughts:
+- Which is more trustworthy, the eyewitness account of an individual who was there, or a memo from a large organization whose compiler was nowhere close to the incident?
+- Which is more trustworthy, the testimony of a close friend who may wish to show themself in a certain light, or the account of an organization with a very specific agenda to push?
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Addendum 5678.2: Global Occult Coalition Memo
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Following the events of 1/19/38, the Foundation reached out to the Global Occult Coalition asking about their involvement in the event. The Coalition sent back a partially redacted memo documenting the series of events from their perspective:
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SUBJECT:
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Much has been made over our involvement with the events affecting former Foundation Site-27 on the 19th of January earlier this month. The following is intended to serve as a timeline of events as well as a description of what was witnessed by our own.
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AT 7:00:24 GOC TEAM ███████, LED BY ████████████████, WAS DEPLOYED TO ███████ AN ANOMALY BELIEVED TO BE AROUND THE AREA
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AT 7:09:14 GOC TEAM ███████ ARRIVED AT SITE-27 AND MADE CONTACT WITH MEMBERS OF THE SERPENT'S HAND
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AT 7:10:22 FOUNDATION RESEARCHERS (13 COUNTED) AND AGENTS (10 COUNTED) BEGAN LEAVING THE BUILDING
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AT 7:12:43 AGENTS OF THE CHAOS INSURGENCY ARRIVED
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AT 7:13:59 GOC AGENTS BEGAN MOVING TOWARD EVACUATED FOUNDATION STAFF
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AT 7:14:07 SITE-27 EXPLODED, CAUSING SEVERAL FOUNDATION CASUALTIES. BASED ON EYEWITNESS TESTIMONY, A CAMERA THAT WAS SET UP NEARBY WENT OFF SIMULTANEOUSLY
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AT 7:24:42 CHAOS INSURGENCY MEMBERS LEFT THE AREA
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AT 7:43:16 OFF SITE FOUNDATION MEMBERS ARRIVED TO CLEAR THE SCENE AND CONSULT GOC AS TO THE EVENTS THAT HAD JUST OCCURRED
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The anomaly that breached containment has not been captured, and was not known to have been in Foundation custody at the time of deployment. Despite certain claims to the contrary, the GOC did not have anything to do with the destruction of Foundation Site-27. It was simply a case of wrong place, wrong time. At this time we are assisting the Foundation in figuring out what exactly occurred on January 19th, 2038, and setting things right.
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+Awesome! We have a precise time now. Although it's a little weird that Al didn't mention the containment breach. In any case, thanks to the insight from the GOC, we have a more precise timeline. Still trying to get my hands on the camera. For now I'm gonna fill in details.
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+Scratch that, I've just received word from Ramsey that we've just gotten a message from the Serpent's Hand. She wants me to add it to the document immediately. Let's see what we've got here.
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+Daily Thoughts:
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Addendum 5678.3: Serpent's Hand Statement
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On 1/27/38, the Foundation received a document from the Serpent's Hand Claiming responsibility for the SCP-5678. The document reads as follows:
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Dust to Dustjackets: A Statement From The Serpent's Hand
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The enlightened world has been in shock following the events of the Nineteenth of January in the year 2038. Information has leaked and dared to enlighten those who wished to open their eyes.
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It is true that several of us were there, at Foundation Site-27 on that fateful day. We had planned to help release one of the Jailers' many prisoners, but by the time we arrived what we had been searching for was already liberated.
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However, we were not to know that until after. We organized a jailbreak, causing a commotion amongst the Jailers, who came out to see what had happened. What happened next is something we truly regret.
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We had hoped that the entire building had been cleared in the commotion, but it seems not all had been accounted for, and we had greatly underestimated the area of impact. We put the final part of our plan into motion, capturing a picture on That Which Will Show The Truth, and causing the subsequent implosion of the facility.
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We regret our hasty execution of this plan, as well as the lives of the Jailers that were lost in the subsequent destruction. We watched as the building folded in on itself, and heard the screams of those who were certainly lost.
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Rest assured that those of us responsible will be punished through the proper channels, and may very well be exiled from The Serpent's Hand.
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1/28/2038
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+Well that throws a wrench in things. Implosion? Both Al and the GOC said that it was an explosion. It sounds like they're taking credit for something they know nothing about. But both Al and the GOC were also under the impression that they were there, so… what gives?
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+We finally got our hand on the camera, and confirmation from two GOIs that one of the photos was taken at the exact time of destruction ("That Which Will Show The Truth"), so im- or ex-plosion, we should be able to figure this out soon enough.
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+Daily Thoughts:
+- Cameras, for the most part, are pretty reliable sources.
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Addendum 5678.4: Photos from 5678-1
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+The following photos were taken by SCP-5678-1 and are unedited.
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A picture of a now empty room at Site-19, previously used for testing with SCP-████.
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1/29/2038
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+Great news, by which I mean terrible news: the camera is anomalous. Figured as much when I finally saw the damn photos yesterday. We're trying to get in touch with Serpent's Hand, see if they'll be willing to explain what it does, because our experiments have yielded no useful results. Sometimes it changes the photo, sometimes it doesn't, and we only have one instance of it removing something from a photo. It usually just adds.
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+Whatever, I need to focus on the CI statement we got. Ramsey's been a bit more serious about me finishing this one lately. I can't tell why. Maybe with this statement can finally get an explanation as to what happened.
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+Daily Thoughts:
+- The Serpents Hand are liars and so is the camera
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Addendum 5678.5: Chaos Insurgency Report
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Several days after the events of SCP-5678, Foundation agents intercepted a report from the Chaos Insurgency regarding the events of January 19th.
Operation was a success. The Foundation Site was successfully disappeared by our operatives. The anomaly has been released, and the overseers are dead, just as planned. The Foundation is in shambles with no idea how to pick up the pieces.
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+YOU CAN'T BOTH TAKE CREDIT FOR THE SAME THING, ASSHOLES. I'm getting so goddamn tired. And what do they mean, they "disappeared" it??? Did it blow up or collapse inward?! Pick one and stick with it! Stop trying to confuse me.
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+And the whole thing about trying to get rid of the overseers? That makes no sense. The overseers stay as far away from all anomalies as they can, and GOC and SH have confirmed a containment breach occurred, so why would the Overseers be at Site-27?
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+Ramsey received an email about 5678 that I have to read now. She's getting pretty worked up over this; we're both working on this project day and night now.
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+Daily Thoughts:
+- Start with what you know to be certain:
+ - Sometime around or after 7:14:07, Site-27 ceased to exist in some way, shape or form
+ - The following organizations were certainly involved: The Chaos Insurgency, the Global Occult Coalition, The Serpent's Hand, The SCP Foundation
+ - The camera was at Site-27 around the time of its… whatever, but did not give a clue as to what
+- I rewatched Rashomon last night. No comment.
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Addendum 5678.6: Global Occult Coalition Revision
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From:
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Alistair Murdoch <agentMurdochA@goconline>
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Researcher Martina Ramsey <sr.Ramsey.M@scipnet>
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January 19th
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January 30th, 2038
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Researcher Ramsey,
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+I heard you are the one to contact regarding the unfortunate events of January 19th. The GOC doesn't know I'm writing this email, but no doubt they will soon find out. I'm writing to correct some misconceptions that may have been spread to you by my organization.
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+In truth, we were not there to destroy the anomaly that breached containment, as previously stated by our organization; it was your Foundation that asked for our help in containing a highly volatile anomaly that had seemingly just breached containment. The entire affair was very secretive, we didn't even know what we were facing walking towards Site-27. We were told we would be briefed on site. Obviously, that never happened and… well, Site-27 is gone now. I wish I could tell you how, but I'm having trouble remembering it myself. Based on initial reports, we can confirm 13 Foundation casualties. I don't know why the GOC would keep this information from anyone. Or why, as I suspect, your Foundation would keep it from you.
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+I will say one more thing, however: we didn't see any indication of a containment breach until after Site-27 disappeared.
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+I hope this will prove useful to you in some way.
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+Alistair Murdoch
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+What? We called in the GOC?? I suppose stranger things have happened, but not many. There's another SH thing I need to read, a response to our questions about the camera. Ramsey looks worse each day. I'm worried for her. I'm worried for me.
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+Daily Thoughts:
+- The Foundation will go to any lengths necessary to protect normalcy
+- The Foundation will hide any information from its staff. Especially those that need it most.
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Addendum 5678.whatever: Serpent's Hand Revision
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Now the Serpent's Hand has more information to add. Great.
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Thank you for reaching out. Although I was initially surprised the Foundation wanted to talk, it quickly made sense when I realized what it was about. It seems some misinformation has been spreading about the events of January 19th, 2038 as well as the Serpent's Hand's role in those events, and as such I've taken it upon myself to clear up those misconceptions.
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It's true that there were several members of the Hand who were at the Foundation site with the purpose of freeing a recently captured anomaly. However, my research indicates that their plan didn't work, but they remain adamant that they had some sort of impact. I don't think they're lying or deluding themselves.
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The camera you retrieved that you asked about is a mysterious artifact. All we here know for certain is that it reveals the truth, even when that truth seems incompatible with its surroundings. We also know that it cannot possibly redact things from images, as you claim; it can only add to what is there. I truly hope you figure out the mysteries of the camera.
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Finally, there is one piece of information that I believe would interest you. After the destruction of your site, witnesses saw a familiar figure walk up to the edge of the plateau, as if just arriving, and stand there for a few minutes as those below descended into chaos.
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I hope this information will be of some help.
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-L.S.
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Nothing makes any goddamn sense anymore! Everything everyone is saying conflicts with each other. It was one thing when GOIs were debating about what they saw, but now people within those gois are claiming different things? What the hell happened that day?
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+I need to talk to Al.
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+Daily Thoughts:
+- In Rashoman, the woodcutter confesses to stealing the dagger from the dead man's body. But the short story it was based on, In a Grove, features no such scene. Why was this changed for the movie? What does that say about objective truth?
+- There are thirteen confirmed researcher casualties
+- There are thirteen overseers
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At some point researcher Lupe De La Cruz contacted Al Chao again and it sucked for everyone. I'll put this in another addendum at some point.
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We need to talk.
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+I dont think you were completely forthcoming when ramsey interviewed you
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+What?
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+Where's this coming from?
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+We've received more information from different groups. Somebody claims you only arrived at the scene after Site-27
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+Exploded?
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+Whatever.
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+Well they're wrong
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+Or they're lying
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+I don't know whether to believe you.
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+Lupe, are you serious?
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+Look im not some paragon but i wouldnt fucking lie to you. not about something like this
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+But you would potentially lie about something else? like when you got there?
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+are you fucking kidding me
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+this is why nobody trusts the jailers, you find anyone who isnt you suspicious and you find any reason you can to be distrustful of them
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+let me know when my friend Lupe De La Cruz wants to talk to me and i'll be happy to go over the dumbest, minutest detail with you
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+because this isn't you. and i dont wanna talk to whoever this person is.
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I definitely deserved that. I just need to finish this stupid document and be done. Ramsey and I are both looking haggard. We haven't even seen anyone in ages.
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+Daily Thoughts:
+- Im a terrible friend
+- I cant stop until I figure this out
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Description: SCP-5678 refers to the destructiondisappearance loss of Site-27 on January 19th, 2038. The Foundation suffered fewmanyat least 13? an unknown number of casualties. Procuring and containing the information surrounding this event has proven difficult due to the anomalous nature ofconflicting reportsa misunderstanding inconsistencies in the eventtestimoniesgoddamned photo evidence understanding of the event.
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SCP-5678-1 is a camera that produces anomalous photographs. SCP-5678-1 shows the truth.SCP-5678-1 only adds to images and does not take away, except for that time it redacted an image in the weirdest possible way. SCP-5678-1 was discovered afterduring in connection to the events comprising SCP-5678, and was recoveredstolen?given to us by? retrieved from the Serpent's Hand.
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SCP-5678-2 is an as of yet unidentified anomaly that escaped containmentwas jailbroken by the SH?never existed? breached Foundation custody beforeafter around the time of the loss of Site-27
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Site-27 is in ruinsfineexplodedimplodedboth at once?actually Site-01 gone for now.
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Ramsey and I haven't heard from the higher-ups in weeks. Does that mean we're off the hook?
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+Daily Thoughts:
+- If the overseer council is dead I can just go home and forget about all of this
+- If the overseer council is dead who's been running the Foundation in the meantime?
+- Are Ramsey and I the only ones left?
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Special Containment Procedures: New information regarding SCP-5678 is to be forwarded to Researchers Martina Ramsey and Lupe De La Cruz as soon as possible. Previously gained information does not matteris contradictory is to be restricted to Level 4 clearance.
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SCP-5678-1 is to be destroyed kept in a standard storage locker.
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SCP-5678-2 is still at largeuncontainedseriously I can't find one scrap of evidence that this thing ever existed to be contained at earliest possible point.
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Are we watching the dissolution of the Foundation?
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+Daily Thoughts:
+- Perhaps the overseers are dead
+- Perhaps they never existed
+- I haven't seen Ramsey in days
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Special Containment Procedures: The property containing SCP-5710-1 is owned by Foundation operatives. The Staff Positions of SCP-5710-1, including the Reverend, Choir Director, Organist, and Congregation President are to be occupied by Foundation personnel.
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While not in use by the Foundation, SCP-5710-1 is to be run as a mundane congregation of the Wisconsin Evangelical Lutheran Synod. The staff of SCP-5710-1 is to ensure that no work from the Bach-Werke-Verzeichnis (Bach Works Catalogue) is performed on SCP-5710 without Foundation approval.
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Description: SCP-5710 is a Schnitger pipe organ used by Johann Sebastian Bach before being transported by German immigrants from Pomerania to the United States. SCP-5710-1 is the church constructed by the immigrants in 18██, known as St. John's Lutheran Church in █████████, Wisconsin.
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The anomalous properties of SCP-5710 manifest when a composition from the Bach Works Catalogue (BWV) is played to completion within SCP-5710-1. The first person to exit through the main door of the church following completion of the work will enter a temporal-spatial anomaly. They will be displaced in time and space, exiting the church attended by Bach on the Sunday following his final revision to the piece played on SCP-5710. The displaced person will exit the church just following J.S. Bach.
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SCP-5710 has been deemed safe and reliable by the Foundation. Its use is necessary for continued interaction with Johann Sebastian Bach. The memetic musical compositions of J.S. Bach are of unusually high caliber. These compositions are stored by the Foundation in the Memetisch-Bach-Werk-Verzeichnis (Memetic Bach Works Catalogue) or MBWV.
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Use of SCP-5710 requires either 10 pending composition requests from Level 4 personnel or the consensus of the O5 council. All finished works are to be placed in capsules and hidden in pre-determined locations specified prior to the agent's displacement.
Foreword: This interview takes place following J.S. Bach being met by Foundation agents and informed of the anomaly centered around him.
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<Begin Log, 6/25/17██>
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Dr. Semmelman: Thank you for agreeing to be interviewed, and may I say it is a great honor, Mr. Bach.
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J.S. Bach: Yes, you all have made that abundantly clear. I'm not certain I quite understand why, but nonetheless I thank you for these revelations. God's universe is truly quite strange.
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Dr. Semmelman: Have you given any thought to our offer? A mind like yours is not common, and we know we could put it to use.
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J.S. Bach: I have indeed given it more thought. And looking at some of the things you've presented, I believe I'm aware of why you need me.
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Dr. Semmelman: You… are?
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J.S. Bach: I was looking at the materials you provided to introduce me to your Foundation, and what struck me were the… how did you refer to them? Memetics, was it?
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Dr. Semmelman: Yes, our memetic agents. They are quite important to our operations.
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J.S. Bach: Yes, yes, yes. However, for something you claim to be of such great import, they seem to me to be quite lacking.
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Dr. Semmelman: Lacking?
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J.S. Bach: How can you not see what is so plain? It's like you churned them out en masse from a printing press. There is no fine-tuning to them! For God's sake, it's like I'm arguing with Pastor Frohne all over again!
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Dr. Semmelman: Could you elaborate on that?
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J.S. Bach: You request that I elaborate. But this is, in and of itself, the issue. You hear me speak but do not listen. How can you hope to make powerful Music when you only read the sheets, having no passion for the sound?
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Dr. Semmelman: No passion?
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J.S. Bach: Simply put - which, by the way, is the problem - your so-called "memetics" are too simple! It's like a sheet of music filled with bars meant for harmonization, yet you've only composed the melody! You see things in black and white, but you don't see all the things that could exist between those bars of black and white. You are dealing with the transfer of information here - information that, by all accounts, has tremendous power! It must travel the bridge of perception, yet you make the bridge out of two wooden planks dropped over a gap! You should be making a bridge of stone!
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Dr. Semmelman: Well then, Mr. Bach, could you do better? Could you build us a better bridge with your compositions?
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J.S. Bach: I most certainly could. Music is the greatest form of communication. Only the Words of God could ever surpass Music. I will show you.
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Dr. Semmelman: Johann Sebastian Bach, welcome to the SCP Foundation.
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: Following the interview, J.S. Bach agreed to compose musical memetics for the Foundation. Dr. Semmelman will remain as the designated Foundation liaison in the 18th century and ensure that all Memetic Works of Bach are catalogued and stored for retrieval in the present time.
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Memetisch-Bach-Werk-Verzeichnis: The works of the MBWV provide the Foundation with a wide array of useful memetics. The effects of the works only manifest in those who hear the work while it is being played.
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MBWV 31
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Ziehet an den Harnisch Gottes
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The pain tolerance of those who hear this work is increased. Resistance to pain increases by a factor of 20.
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MBWV 52
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Stille! Stille! Völlige Stille!
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A counterprogramming piece to see through memetic censoring
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It is almost paradoxical to make music about silence, but memetic composing has taught me that music surpasses far beyond what I once thought. I could spend another five lifetimes sorting out its intricacies.
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Rückzug von hier, die Gefahr lauert
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Listeners are forced to retreat away from confidential information.
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Memetic Composing has its ups and downs. While it is a great achievement to bring together all that is needed to create such an incredible transfer of information, it also brings sadness that some such compositions, beauteous as they may be, simply force most who hear it to retreat away from it.
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Wischen Sie Den Leeren Schiefer Sauber
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99.9% of memetic cognitohazards and their effects are safely removed from any affected personnel. Affected minds are reverted to their state prior to introduction of the cognitohazard.
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I can't help but express my disappointment with this work. I've dwelt on it for days and yet I can't quite figure out where its imperfections lie. I know there are some lurking where I cannot see. Yet Doctor Semmelman seems to assure me that the Foundation accepts it as it is. For men of science and the advancement of learning, they seem to be content with mediocrity at times.
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MBWV 85
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Der Käfig Ist Geschlossen, Die Tür Ist Geschlossen
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All affected persons are convinced that any door in front of them is closed, even if it is wide open. Several sites have implemented protocols for this work to be played in the event of a containment breach.
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Everyone knows that music can make people feel emotions, but few have discovered what I have, that if it can worm its way into the brain far enough, it can convince people what truth is, no matter what the other senses tell them.
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Die Swarm Absteigt
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Listeners perceive enemy forces to be ten times larger than they actually are.
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Music has the power to not only play on a man's senses, but also to bombard, attack, and batter them; so much so that the senses can not only be convinced, but forced.
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MBWV 101
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Friede Sei Mit Euch
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Causes increased cooperation among coworkers and the reduction in the rising of disagreements.
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Harmonization is most beautiful in music, and it is most beautiful to make music that can manifest its harmonization not only in its sound, but all around it.
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MBWV 111
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Toccata und Fuge in D-Moll (Wiedergutmachung)
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Causes intense paranoia and panic, even in potential predators and stalkers.
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An interesting request to reprise an old work, but with what I've learned, I believe it can be redressed for memetic use. Music can evoke every emotion on the spectrum. Dread and fear are not exempted.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-596 is to be secured in a standard containment chamber guarded according to usual protocols.
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Care must be taken not to allow direct physical contact with SCP-596. Only designated Class-D subjects should do so. Subjects should be medically screened before a new subject is applied to SCP-596. O5 Oversight may permit special exception when a healthy alternative for a unique and critically required subject cannot be found.
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All biological material derived from SCP-596 should be handled according to Foundation safety guidelines.
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As sedatives have been found to impede the productivity of SCP-596, subjects must remain conscious when applied to SCP-596. Naturally, restraints will be required in order to facilitate the application of a new subject. It is recommended that new subjects be restrained to the operating table with one arm extended outward from the body. This position most easily allows access to quickly decapitate the subject after application is made. The "Lobotomizer" can then be applied to the brain stem once regrowth reaches that point to prevent further cognitive function. The Foundation Ethics Committee has determined that this practice best ensures a pleasant working environment for assigned personnel.
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After the new subject has been applied to SCP-596, the old subject may be disposed of, blood and other fluid harvesting material may be connected to the new subject, and organ extraction can begin.
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SCP-596 immediately after subject removal. Severed fingertips and subsequent regrowth not visible from this angle.
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Description: SCP-596 is a 63cm high bronze snake statue, believed to be a representation of ████████. SCP-596 was recovered from a hospital in ███████ ██ ███████ in the hands of ████████ ███-█████, suspected by local authorities of being a tomb robber. While the implications are clear, the original location of SCP-596 is still unknown.
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When a person makes physical contact with SCP-596, they are unable to release contact or move the statue themselves. The only way to completely remove a subject is for another person to make physical contact with SCP-596, at which point the original subject will expire.
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When in contact with SCP-596, any wounds or injuries will heal at incredible speed. Subject also displays extreme discomfort, although the nature of this discomfort is unknown. The regenerative effect of the statue is such that if the subject is surgically removed from SCP-596, the subject will expire and a new body will grow from the parts still attached to SCP-596.
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Addendum: Experimental Log
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02/17/██:
+SCP-596 brought in with sedated subject ████████ ███-█████ attached. Placed in containment chamber under observation. Subject appeared restless and pained, with agitation growing as the sedative wore off. Once conscious, subject began to scream incoherently and writhe in what appears to be great distress. Despite this, subject was unable to move SCP-596. Behavior is consistent with considerable pain, but there is no indication as to whether this is physical or psychic in nature.
+02/18/██:
+███-█████ still unresponsive to questioning or other stimuli. Subject was led quite easily when gloved personnel moved SCP-596. Subject unable to take food or water, so IV may be required. Will observe the effects of starvation first, however.
+03/10/██:
+Three weeks after arrival and ███-█████ shows no effects of starvation or dehydration. Subject has maintained motion and constant screaming without sleep for the entire period. The means by which SCP-596 sustains the subject may be of use, provided the other side effects can be eliminated. Otherwise suggest that SCP-596 be scheduled for destruction.
+03/13/██:
+███-█████ ceased screaming at 12:04 today. Subject was sedated and examined. Examination showed the subject's vocal cords completely shredded. 15 minutes after sedation wore off, subject began screaming again. Further examination showed the vocal cords completely healed. This healing effect gives new promise to SCP-596.
+03/14/██:
+Tested limits of SCP-596 healing effect. Sedated subject and severed left toe. No regeneration displayed until subject regained consciousness, whereupon toe regenerated in 26 minutes. Severed right foot without sedation. Regeneration began immediately and concluded in 83 minutes. Severed both legs, regenerated simultaneously in 297 minutes. It appears that the regeneration in one area is not slowed by injuries in other locations.
+03/15/██:
+Severed arms ███-█████ was using to hold SCP below the elbow. Subject's body immediately died. Autopsy showed no identifiable cause of death. Regeneration of attached forearms began.
+03/16/██:
+Subject began writhing as motor and nervous systems developed. Screaming began again at 07:36 as soon as respiratory system was capable. Full regeneration complete at 21:05.
+03/17/██:
+Subject sedated and restrained, hypodermic inserted into median cubital vein. Several pints of blood drawn before drop in blood pressure prevented further collection. Upon regaining consciousness, blood pressure improved and the drawing of blood could resume.
+03/18/██:
+Subject produced 72 pints of blood in the last 24 hours. Clearly, the regenerative power of SCP-596 also accelerates blood production. Request class D subject with type O-negative blood.
+03/19/██:
+Restrained Class D applied to SCP-596. ███-█████ immediately releases SCP-596 and expires. With multiple draw points, Class D subject should be able to provide the Foundation with a constant supply of universal O-negative blood for transfusions and experimentation. Recommend Class D of blood type AB be kept on hand if universal blood plasma is required.
+04/12/██:
+While blood production continues, there are difficulties in instituting the organ removal program. Even while restrained, surgical procedures are difficult while the subject continues writhing. Severing the hands allows the collection of a complete body of organs at once, but interrupts the blood production. Decapitation seems to be the best solution, but unpredictable regeneration of the brain stem continues to cause difficulties.
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Date:04/13/██
+From:Dr. Jon Drake
+To:Foundation Technical Development Request
+Subject:SCP-596 - Automatic brain stem removal
+Morning Chaps
+Any chance you technical boffins could throw something together to chop off a head and stop it growing back? We've been doing it manually so far, and it's becoming quite tedious, not to mention making everyone jump if the process is forgotten and the poor bugger starts screaming again.
+Please see the attached documentation, which has been censored appropriate for Level 1 and above.
+Regards
+Dr. Jon Drake
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Date:04/13/██
+From:Foundation Technical Development
+To:Dr. Jon Drake
+Subject:RE: SCP-596 - Automatic brain stem removal
+Your request has been received and approved. A technician will contact you shortly.
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Date:04/21/██
+From:Mike Smith - FTD
+To:Dr. Jon Drake
+Subject:RE: SCP-596 - Automatic brain stem removal
+Dr. Drake
+Your completed request has been dispatched. Please see attached specifications.
+Although the device cannot perform the initial decapitation, consultation with medical personnel assigned to SCP-596 determined that a smaller device that could remain within a regenerated skull would be more useful.
+Please complete the performance review for the developed equipment within 30 days
+Mike Smith
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Date:04/26/██
+From:Dr. Jon Drake
+To:Mike Smith - FTD
+Subject:RE: RE: SCP-596 - Automatic brain stem removal
+Hi Mike,
+Glowing review for the new device. The staff have taken to calling it "the Lobotomizer" (although that's obviously technically inaccurate). I thought the suction system to remove the pureed brain matter was quite ingenious. As your specifications noted, by allowing the regeneration of the head, we can now extract eyes and tooth buds from the subject.
+Keep up the good work
+Dr. Jon Drake
Dr. W. Wettle's office subsequent to Incident 6056-06.
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6056 is contained. The precise details of this containment are unavailable, as it was performed by persons unknown. Investigations are ongoing.
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Description: SCP-6056 denotes a series of inexplicable shock waves occurring at Site-43 between 04/28/2021 and 08/04/2021. Each shock wave resembled the air volume expansion effects of a small explosion, sufficient to propel objects away from its source at high velocity and inflict moderate injury on nearby personnel. There were no associated thermal effects, nor the shrapnel one would expect from such an explosion.
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Six instances of SCP-6056 were recorded, all taking place in the underground structure of Site-43 and all occurring in the presence of senior personnel.
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Addendum 6056-1, Incident Log: The following is a complete catalogue of all SCP-6056 occurrences to date.
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Incident 6056-01
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Date: 04/28/2021
+Time: 12:11 PM
+Investigating Officer: Chief H. Kuroki (Security and Containment Section)
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Log begins.
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[Drs. Harold Blank and William Wettle are sitting in the former's office in the Archives and Revision Section. Dr. Wettle is eating a meatball sub. Dr. Blank is drinking a bottle of soda. They are conversing.]
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Dr. Blank: And I'm telling you, it sounds fucking stupid.
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Dr. Wettle: No, you know what sounds stupid? Saying it the wrong way.
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Dr. Blank: The wrong way?! I'm saying it the only right way! "The First World War" is an anachronism. They didn't call it that at the time. They thought it was a one-off, Willie.
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Dr. Wettle: You're an anachronism. Your parents called you "the Blank child" for a week before settling on "Harold."
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Dr. Blank: I told you that in confidence. My point is, I'd doubt the qualifications of any historian who doesn't call it "the Great War."
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Dr. Wettle: I'm a historian.
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Dr. Blank: It's "an historian."
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Dr. Wettle: Like f—
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[Dr. Blank begins to drink from his bottle as SCP-6056 occurs. The point of origin is Dr. Wettle's meatball sub; it explodes, coating him, Dr. Blank, and the bookshelves and carpets of the office in tomato sauce and beef. Dr. Wettle is thrown into a display cabinet filled with model ships; it also explodes. Dr. Blank is still drinking from the bottle; it, too, explodes, filling his lungs with soda as he is flung into the office wall. He begins to cough violently as the ceiling and light fixtures collapse, and the camera view goes dark.]
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Log ends.
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Aftermath: Dr. Wettle suffered minor lacerations from the display case glass, as well as a broken collarbone and internal bruising. Dr. Blank suffered a concussion.
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Incident 6056-02
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Date: 06/12/2021
+Time: 8:12 PM
+Investigating Officer: Chief H. Kuroki (Security and Containment Section)
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Log begins.
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[Dr. Udo Okorie and Chief Delfina Ibanez are seated on a couch in the former's quarters.]
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Dr. Okorie: It's just… I didn't think it would be this soon.
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[Chief Ibanez places a hand on Dr. Okorie's shoulder.]
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Dr. Okorie: He wasn't… he was only sixty. It's…
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[Dr. Okorie sobs.]
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Chief Ibanez: I know. It's bullshit.
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Dr. Okorie: I was going to say it's not fair, but that's a better w—
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[SCP-6056 occurs. The couch is the point of origin. It explodes. Airborne particulates of stuffing briefly obscure the camera view. Dr. Okorie is flung upwards into the ceiling, strikes her head, and is rendered unconscious. Chief Ibanez is inverted, clips a light fixture with her legs, and pulls the ceiling down on top of her when she crashes through a glass coffee table.]
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Log ends.
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Aftermath: Dr. Okorie suffered a concussion. Chief Ibanez suffered minor abrasions and blunt force trauma against her arms, legs and back.
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Incident 6056-03
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Date: 06/16/2021
+Time: 4:21 PM
+Investigating Officer: Chief H. Kuroki (Security and Containment Section)
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Log begins.
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[Chief Amelia Torosyan is working on a complex fuse box in Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-A. Technician Philip Deering enters the room, carrying his duty tablet.]
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Deering: Hey.
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Chief Torosyan: Hey.
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Deering: Check this out.
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[SCP-6056 occurs. Its point of origin is the interior of the fuse box. All seventy-four fuses blow and are forcibly ejected from their housings, many of them striking Chief Torosyan and Deering. A fire begins in the fuse box, and nine separate alarm systems activate at once. The screen on Deering's duty tablet cracks, and he drops it as he falls to his knees. Chief Torosyan's radio emits a high-pitched squeal before dying with a loud popping sound. Fluorescent bulbs burst overhead, and the camera feed now registers firelit darkness. A constant tone at 119 decibels fills the air.]
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Deering: THAT WASN'T ME.
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Log ends.
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Aftermath: Chief Torosyan and Deering were treated for minor bruises. Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-A was offline for three days while extensive repairs were undertaken.
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Incident 6056-04
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Date: 06/19/2021
+Time: 3:47 PM
+Investigating Officer: Chief H. Kuroki (Security and Containment Section)
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Log begins.
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[Dr. Lillian Lillihammer and Dr. Placeholder McDoctorate are seated back to back at computer terminals in the former's research laboratory.]
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Dr. Lillihammer: I don't like that.
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[Dr. McDoctorate laughs.]
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Dr. McDoctorate: What's not to like? I think it's comforting.
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[Dr. Lillihammer swivels her chair, and spins Dr. McDoctorate's so that he is facing her.]
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Dr. Lillihammer: How on Earth would you find that comforting?
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Dr. McDoctorate: If there's an infinite number of you and I, there's an infinite number of things we could be doing.
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Dr. Lillihammer: Dirty mind.
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[Dr. McDoctorate laughs.]
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Dr. McDoctorate: That's not what I mean. I mean we could be solving problems in those other dimensions and timelines which we'll never solve in this one. We could be solving problems which don't exist here. We could be—
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Dr. Lillihammer: We could be mad scientists, which we are, and therefore doing all kinds of ridiculous shit that could be extremely dangerous. No, I think I'd rather there was only one version of you or m—
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[SCP-6056 occurs. The point of origin is the server stack behind Dr. Lillihammer's computer terminal. It explodes in a shower of sparks and components, shattering the windows in the lab and destroying the terminal. Dr. Lillihammer is flung onto Dr. McDoctorate, whose chair is upset. Both fall to the floor as the circuit breakers trip and the lights go out. The sprinkler system can be heard activating.]
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[Seventeen seconds pass.]
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Dr. Lillihammer: Dirty mind.
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Log ends.
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Aftermath: Neither Dr. Lillihammer nor Dr. McDoctorate reported any injury.
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Incident 6056-05
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Date: 07/12/2021
+Time: 12:04 AM
+Investigating Officer: Chief D. Ibanez (Pursuit and Suppression Section)
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Log begins.
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[████████████████ and ████████████████████ are in bed together in █████████'s quarters. SCP-6056 occurs; the point of origin is approximately one foot above ████████████'s head. ███ is compressed into ███, further compressing ███ into the bed and causing it to collapse. Both scream.]
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█████████: [Incoherent cursing.]
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████████████: [Incoherent cursing.]
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[Six minutes pass.]
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█████████: We're not telling them how this happened.
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████████████: YOU THINK?!
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Log ends.
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Aftermath: Both ████████████ and █████████ suffered pelvic injuries. ████████████ suffered a stretched neck ligament, and █████████ suffered two broken ribs.
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Incident 6056-06
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Date: 08/04/2021
+Time: 3:27 PM
+Investigating Officer: Chief H. Kuroki (Security and Containment Section)
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Log begins.
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[Drs. William Wettle and Bastien LeBlanc are walking through an access corridor in the Research and Experimentation Section. Dr. Wettle is wearing a neck brace. Over a dozen other staff members are also present.]
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Dr. LeBlanc: Have you considered that it might be fate?
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Dr. Wettle: I don't believe in fate.
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Dr. LeBlanc: If my luck was as bad as yours, I think I would. I'd want to believe it's happening for a reason.
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[They approach Dr. Wettle's office. He presses his identification card to a card reader.]
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Dr. Wettle: We're both scientists, Bastien. Everything does happen for a reason, and it's our j—
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[SCP-6056 occurs. The point of origin is behind Dr. Wettle's office door. The door is blown into the corridor, with Dr. Wettle attached. He strikes the opposite wall, scattering two Mobile Task Force agents to the floor. The exterior window of the office explodes, and Dr. LeBlanc is peppered with glass as he, too, is knocked to the floor with nine other staff members. Dr. Wettle shoves the door away, clutching at his bleeding nose and screaming.]
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Dr. Wettle: Fucking TWICE?!
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[The ceiling collapses.]
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Log ends.
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Aftermath: Dr. Wettle suffered only a broken nose. Dr. LeBlanc suffered a twisted ankle and minor lacerations. The remaining staff suffered three concussions, four broken ribs, one broken leg, one broken arm, three twisted ankles, minor lacerations/abrasions/bruising and one thermal burn from an exploded cup of coffee.
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Addendum 6056-2, Containment: On 08/04/2021, Dr. Lillihammer reported receiving a message in her head, spoken in her own voice: "We were trying something. It didn't work. Sorry."
Special Containment Procedures: Once monthly, the town of Rotherham is to be discreetly fumigated to prevent the further spread of the red palm weevil. The British-Pakistani community of Rotherham are to be monitored for the potential recurrence of SCP-6165.
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When found, Person-Of-Interest-6165 is to be immediately transferred to the custody of the British Occult Service for questioning.
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Description: SCP-6165 is the designation given to a series of anomalous phenomena affecting the British-Pakistani community of Rotherham, South Yorkshire, occurring during May and June 2017.
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None of SCP-6165's constituent events were reported to the authorities while they occurred, however, it is unknown whether this was due to inherent antimemetic properties or the natural socially isolated nature of the community.
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The following timeline of events was created through interviews with members of the community prior to their amnesticisation. Its accuracy is unknown.
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Summarised SCP-6165 Timeline:
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2017-05-15: 67-year-old Muhammad Khan returns to his home at 7 Rochdale Drive, having served 4 years of an 8 year sentence for offences related to the sexual exploitation of children. Upon his arrival, he notes the corpses of several adult red palm weevils (Rhynchophorus ferrugineus) scattered throughout the entrance hallway.
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2017-05-21: The body of 24-year-old Khadijah Choudhary is found in her home at 9 Castleton Lane, having committed suicide via hanging. Several crushed dates are discovered beneath the body.
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2017-05-26: Ramadan begins. Suhoor and iftar meals within the Al-Noor Mosque are cancelled following the discovery that all drinking water is immediately transmuted into menstrual fluid.
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2017-05-30: A disturbance is reported at Muhammad Khan's home, however, upon the arrival of his neighbours, no evidence for a burglary is found.
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2017-06-02: Neighbours note the smell of blood and rotting fruit emanating from Muhammad Khan's house. Questioning is unsuccessful due to Khan's refusal to grant entrance to the house.
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2017-06-04: All females within the community between the ages of 8 and 17 begin menstruating, regardless of prior menstrual history. None of the produced blood is a genetic match for the originating female.
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2017-06-08: During the sermon prior to Jum'ah prayer at the Al-Noor Mosque, all worshippers place a date seed in a bowl before pouring a litre of water, which has been transmuted into menstrual fluid, onto the date seed. The date seed quickly absorbs the menstrual fluid and germinates, with a date palm sapling (Phoenix dactylifera) growing over the next ten minutes. All saplings contain red palm weevil larvae which several worshippers extract and place in their mouths.
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2017-06-11: Several security cameras throughout Rotherham are transmuted into a congealed mass of red palm weevil larvae.
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2017-06-13: All females between the ages of 8 and 17 cease menstruating. Subsequent attempts at ritual purification are unsuccessful as all water is transmuted into a mixture of partially-crushed dates and pupated red palm weevils.
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2017-06-19: Children report an unidentified person regularly entering Muhammad Khan's house. These reports are unconfirmed due to Khan's continued refusal to allow entry and the prior transmutation of security cameras.
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2017-06-24: Ramadan ends. During maghrib prayers at Al-Noor Mosque, all worshippers over the age of 50 suffer severe stomach pains, regurgitating a combined total of 50 litres of blood and partially-digested dates. Regurgitated matter is immediately absorbed by the mosque's internal structure.
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2017-06-25: During Eid-al-Fitr prayers, adult red palm weevils extract themselves from the gums of several worshippers, causing severe oral damage. All attempts at treating the damage are unsuccessful.
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Discovery: On 2017-06-28, Muhammad Khan was discovered attempting to dig up the grave of Khadijah Choudhary and was taken to the local police station. Upon entering the station, Khan immediately dissociated into a pile of date seeds, all covered in a thin layer of blood-based paint.
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Subsequently, police officers alerted the British Occult Service to the potential presence of anomalous activity within Rotherham. Following interviews with members of the community, a joint Foundation-British Occult Service raid of Muhammad Khan's home was approved for 2017-07-01.
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Upon entry, Muhammad Khan was discovered in his living room, huddled in the foetal position within a thaumaturgic ritual circle, surrounded by Daevite sigils signifying punishment, human sacrifice and corruption, both physical and spiritual. Against the orders of British Occult Service officers, Foundation Agent Charles Edmondson entered the ritual circle. Simultaneously, Muhammad Khan's abdominal cavity ruptured, releasing large numbers of larval and adult red palm weevils.
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Despite severe damage to his internal structure, Muhammad Khan failed to expire.
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Subsequent analysis of Muhammad Khan found that over 95% of his body mass had been converted into the structure of an adult red palm weevil. Despite extreme changes to his respiratory system, Khan's ability to speak was not affected. Initial questioning established that Khan was not the creator of SCP-6165, however, his responses quickly devolved into shrill, high-pitched screams.
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Inspection of Khan's hands and genitals found them to be swollen to five times their expected size and that they were leaking an edible mixture of date syrup and liquidated red palm weevil larvae, at a rate of 0.5 litres per hour.
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In light of the severe pain caused by Khan's condition, the British Occult Service waived his right to ethical containment on the condition of his immediate euthanisation. In compliance with Foundation biological waste disposal requirements, the use of chemical euthanasia and anaesthetic was rejected due to the unknown nature of their interaction with insect anatomy.
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Instead, Muhammad Khan was incinerated.
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Following this discovery, the British Occult Service approved the emergency exhumation of Khadijah Choudhary's grave. In place of her corpse, officers discovered a 1.5-metre-tall wooden effigy of an adult red palm weevil.
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Khadijah Choudhary has been designated Person-Of-Interest-6165. Her location is unknown.
Special Containment Procedures: A 2km quarantine fence has been established around the village of Ciemność, Poland. Foundation personnel is to monitor the village and the surrounding Lower Silesian Forest for any individuals attempting to enter or leave the enclosure. Civilians found attempting to enter are to be apprehended and turned over to local authorities. Cover story 6198.10 "Conservation of Endangered Species" is to be disseminated.
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SCP-6198-A instances found within Ciemność are prohibited from consuming any SCP-6198-B found there. Any individuals (including Foundation Personnel) witnessed procuring or drinking any substance suspected of being SCP-6198-B without clearance from Level 4 Security Personnel are to be immediately apprehended, interrogated, and then amnesticized, before being released after a period of 24 hours.
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SCP-6198-A residing within the village that has been observed, or suspected of, performing any of the following activities are to be immediately apprehended, interrogated, and held in Foundation custody indefinitely:
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Suddenly speaking a language that isn't descended from Proto-Slavic (or Common Slavic).
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Alluding to the knowledge of the Foundation, any of its operations, or any other SCP.
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Performing thaumaturgic rituals directed towards Foundation personnel.
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Foundation personnel is advised to avoid entering the village alone during periods of time between a new moon and a full moon (the waxing phases, specifically) if necessary.
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Description: SCP-6198 is an extra-dimensional entity believed to be a god worshipped by 6th-12th century Polabian Slavs, known as Chernobog (a.k.a "The Black God").
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SCP-6198's anomalous effects are currently isolated to the village of Ciemność, primarily in the form of all SCP-6198-A instances, and any SCP-6198-B found there. The magnitude of any effects and the strength of SCP-6198's presence in the world is tied to and supported by two factors:
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The number of devotees that worship it.
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The size of the collective consciousness contained within SCP-6198.
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SCP-6198-A are individuals that were born in Ciemność and up until Foundation intervention, had regularly consumed SCP-6198-B. SCP-6198-A instances appear non-anomalous, however, the life expectancy of the village is notably higher than the surrounding area. In addition to this, elderly SCP-6198-A residing in the village exhibit the vitality of someone half their age.
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SCP-6198-B refers to a black liquid that anomalously appears within the village and can only be safely consumed by SCP-6198-A instances.
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Holes created in the soil within Ciemność that are at least large enough for a human to pass through transform into SCP-6198-C instances (appearing as a deep pit that features an opaque entry point). To date, an endless supply of SCP-6198-B exists at a uniform depth of 20m within SCP-6198-C instances. Despite this, the total depth below this 20m point is currently unknown.
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SCP-6198-C instances appear at midnight on nights of a new moon and remain until midnight of the following full moon (roughly 14 days), where they revert to the state they were in before the transformation.
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SCP-6198 was initially discovered in a "dormant" state. An incident in which a member of Foundation personnel went missing within Ciemność has since caused SCP-6198 to enter a more active, "awaken" state. It is believed that SCP-6198 remains within this state.
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Since becoming active, SCP-6198-A instances that consume SCP-6198-B gain knowledge of Foundation operations, personnel, and SCPs known to the Foundation. SCP-6198-A instances with this knowledge have an extreme tendency to engage in hostile ritualistic activity directed towards the Foundation and/or attempt to covertly isolate and subdue Foundation personnel. As such, any future testing on D-Class with SCP-6198-B as well as any explorations into an SCP-6198-C instance have been prohibited by order of the O5 Council.
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SCP-6198 is believed to reside within Ciemność despite there being no visual confirmation of SCP-6198. However, sightings of a large black humanoid figure have been reported by Foundation personnel within Ciemność during nights of a waxing moon.
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Discovery: SCP-6198 was initially discovered when Foundation surveillance teams detected radio chatter regarding SCP-6198-C instances that were discovered by local authorities while investigating a missing person report in the surrounding Lower Silesian Forest region.
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An SCP-6198-C instance located in Ciemność.
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Upon entering the village, local authorities uncovered several SCP-6198-C instances and arranged for a support team to venture down into them. Foundation agents were dispatched and relieved local authorities of their investigation, under the guise of the ISA (Internal Security Agency).
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Foundation agents first to the scene noted that SCP-6198-A instances were wary of them, generally keeping their distance and observing their activities from within their homes but otherwise appeared non-hostile.
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Communication with most SCP-6198-A instances proved difficult initially, as the majority of the village speaks Proto-Slavic, a precursor to common Slavic believed to no longer be used within modern society. A Foundation linguistics expert was later brought in to facilitate interviews with SCP-6198-A instances and to translate any documentation retrieved from Ciemność.
Note: The following log is a transcription of audio and video recordings made by Foundation Agents Kazimierz Nowak and Maria Bakula during the initial exploration of the village of Ciemność on 1st October 2019.
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Camera footage from Agent Bakula's body camera shows both agents approaching the remote village of Ciemność, its dilapidated wooden buildings are enclosed on all sides by a thick screen of trees.
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Agent Bakula: No signs of electricity. No roads. No vehicles. This must be the place.
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Both agents pass the threshold into the village. Several SCP-6198-A are seen working or conversing with each other. The SCP-6198-A start to quietly alert each other as they notice the agents. Some abruptly stop their work and quickly retreat into nearby buildings.
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Agent Bakula: Not the warmest of welcomes, is it?
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Agent Nowak: Doesn't surprise me. If what the police claimed checks out, they tend to keep to themselves. Don't even think they speak Polish. The police report stated the potential anomaly is located at the cemetery.
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Nowak and Bakula make their way through the village, passing several ruined houses from which SCP-6198-A are occasionally seen as they peer through gaps in the walls. Hushed, unintelligible speaking can be heard coming from inside the buildings.
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Agent Bakula: What happened to this place? Why are people still living out here?
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The agents approach the cemetery. Its parameter fence is decorated in makeshift hierograms.
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Agent Bakula: Recognise any of those symbols?
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Agent Nowak: Hmm, no. Best guess, some sort of superstitious warding to keep the dead inside the cemetery.
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Bakula pushes open a metal gate and enters the cemetery. The agents proceed to what appears to be an open grave. Nowak pulls a flashlight out from his jacket pocket, shining it down into the SCP-6198-C. The area around the entry point appears illuminated while anything beyond the entry point remains pitch black.
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Agent Nowak: Seems as though any light gets completely absorbed. Hard to tell whether the black here's solid or liquid, or how far down it goes.
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Agent Bakula: Keep an ear out.
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Bakula drops a stone into the SCP-6198-C. The stone passes through the blackness without disturbing it. After a few seconds, a distant splash is heard.
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Agent Bakula: Interesting! So there's liquid further down there?
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Agent Nowak: Worth further investigation. Let's head back and call in a support team after checking in with the locals.
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Bakula's camera turns upwards facing back towards the village. Multiple figures in hiding are seen quickly moving out of sight.
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Agent Bakula: Jesus! You see that?
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Agent Nowak: No? What is it?
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Agent Bakula: I just caught at least 3 people hiding from view as I looked up.
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Agent Nowak: Let's not stick around longer than we need to. Wouldn't want to overstay our welcome.
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The agents leave the cemetery and head back towards the centre of the village. Bakula leads the way towards one of the rundown houses. She proceeds to knock on its door as she nears it. The same hierographic as seen in the cemetery appears etched into the door.
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20 seconds pass.
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Agent Bakula: I know someone's in. I saw them peering through the window from the cemetery.
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Another series of knocks is made. After a few seconds, it's followed by the scraping and creaking of wood as the door slowly opens. A weathered, elderly woman's face appears through the gap.
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Agent Bakula: Good evening. I'm Agent Bakula and this is-
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The face interrupts with a rasp, speaking in an indistinguishable language.
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Agent Bakula: Ah. Polish? Can you speak Polish?
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The face at the door continues to speak in an unknown language before closing the door.
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Agent Nowak: Looks like we'll need a translator too. Can't say I'm familiar with the language. Any ideas?
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Agent Bakula: Not for definite. Sounded old, though. Really old.
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Agent Nowak: Alright. There's something I want to check on the way out. Let's head back.
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The two make their way back through the village with SCP-6198-A instances continuing to watch them in the distance. As they near a well, Nowak removes his flashlight, shining it into the well.
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Agent Nowak: As I thought. This well exhibits the same properties as those open graves. Keep an eye out for me, Bakula.
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Agent Bakula: What? Why? Oh…
+Nowak grabs at the rope attached to the well's winch and starts hoisting until a bucket rises into sight.
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Agent Bakula: Careful, Nowak! Whatever's in there isn't water. It's black!
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Novak carefully handles the bucket, tipping its black contents back into the well.
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Agent Nowak: Runs just like water. No scent to it either.
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Agent Bakula: We need to get out of here. I think the entire village is watching us.
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Agent Nowak: Shit. Yeah, time to get moving.
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The agents begin walking at pace out of the village. SCP-6198-A begin gathering between the houses in front of them, watching intently as they pass by.
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After leaving the village, Bukula turns to see a crowd of SC-6198-A watching them from the village threshold.
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Agent Bakula: Is it just me or did everyone there look at least 50?
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Agent Nowak: Yeah. The one tailing us looks about 90 too. I'm impressed he's able to keep up.
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Agent Bakula: We're being followed?
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Agent Nowak: Yeah. Just the one, I think. The car's another 10-minute walk so be on your guard.
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The two traverse through the dense Lower Silesian Forest with Bakula regularly turning to see the purser standing stationary watching them, roughly 20m away each time.
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The agents eventually break out from the forest treeline and onto a road. They continue to walk along the roadside for a minute before approaching and entering a parked vehicle.
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Agent Nowak: I noticed this on a table outside the woman's house by the way. Managed to pocket it while you were talking to her.
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Nowak passes an old, leather-bound book over to Bakula. She opens and begins flicking through its pages. Images of hierograms, religious practices, and humanoid figures, appear crudely drawn throughout the book's contents.
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Agent Bakula: I can't read any of this. It looks like some kind of bible, though. This must be written in whatever language they were using. Man…you looked through this yet?
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Agent Nowak: Not had the chance. You see something?
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Agent Bakula: The hierogram we saw at the cemetery is all over the place. There's a lot of reoccurring depictions of some kind of spectre or shadow as well. Quite a few ritualistic sketches too.
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Agent Nowak: We'll get the translator on it. Could be we have Type Blues on our hands.
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Nowak starts the car engine and begins slowly accelerating.
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Agent Nowak: Heh, the old guy kept on us. Check it out.
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Bakula turns to the window to see the pursuing SCP-6198-A leaning out from behind a tree, watching them.
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Agent Bakula: What the hell!? Maybe he regularly marches through the wilderness to peer out at the roadside from behind the treeline.
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Agent Nowak: Sure, just like every other spry and well-adjusted elderly person I know.
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[END LOG]
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Addendum SCP-6198.2: Excerpts from the retrieved book
The book taken from Ciemność believed to belong to an SCP-6198-A instance.
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The following is a note from Foundation linguistics expert, Researcher Albin Iskra addressed to Site-120's Translation Team Lead, Director Alistair Vemhoff, regarding the Ciemność book:
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Director Vemvoff, let me start by saying that, despite my extensive knowledge of the history and origins of Slavic language, this is the first time I've ever encountered what appears to be Proto-Slavic in written form from a direct descendant source. This is a truly fascinating discovery.
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Initial progress on translating the text was slower than expected. There's something about the linguistic structure of the language that, for reasons I can't fully deduce, make it incredibly difficult to retain the knowledge of. For every few words committed to memory, it's as though one dissipates from it. It's as if I can feel a sense of reluctance coming from the language itself.
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Eventually I was able to solidify my understanding enough to begin picking at the various passages found throughout. I can confirm that the contents of the book hold a great deal of religious significance, not only for those in Ciemność but throughout all Slavic culture, dating back to roughly the fourth century.
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While there are references to the more well known Slavic gods such as Perun (which I strongly suspect is SCP-PL-231) and Veles, the book focuses primarily on one of the sibling "successor" gods, "Chernobog, the Black God"; detailing various prayers, rituals, and tenets, that followers of the Black God should live by and practice.
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I've highlighted a selection of excerpts of notable interest that may shed some light on the occurrences witnessed by Foundation personnel.
For it is to Him, where the dead must go
+and return to the roiling abyss
+from which our forms are moulded
+to be one again with Him
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In this, we share in their fathomless knowledge
+and learn of untold and forgotten epochs
+unfurling mysteries of stygian transcendence
+bestowed with blessings beyond death
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At darkest hour on the darkest night
+within lamented dwelling hollows
+shall hypogean thresholds unveil
+entwining submerged departed
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Now relinquished of tethers corporeal
+and sustained amidst blackest waters
+become one with perennial ancestry
+granting insight to those adherent
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There are those that only turn to Chernobog when their time is at an end, and it is those that shall be offered the least when they inevitably pass. To live solely in the light of the brother is to neglect the eternity that follows, condemning oneself to the lowest echelons of consciousness.
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Those with wisdom and foresight do well to embrace the Black Gift, to forfeit a part of oneself in exchange for parts of the many. To drink of the Black Gift is to offer one's life in a bid to be tested of mind and spirit. Should one be deemed worthy, that which was offered will be returned but with boundless acuity and vigour. Should one's offering fall short, their essence is given to the Black God entirely, yet, the truer they walk the Black Path, the more openly their soul shall be welcomed.
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Before one is to be tested, they must first be expurgated through ritual, else any sense of self is lost upon passing. This ebonises the soul, proving devotion to the Black Path and allowing one's essence to find greater connection upon being taken in by Chernobog. The ritual must be carried out by followers in the living realm now sustained by the Black Gift, with these followers bringing about a trance of blindness and drowning within the aspirant. Should an aspirant prove resolute throughout this trial of panicked terror and asphyxiation, the Black Gift is then offered and true judgement begins.
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Veles, god of the harvest, livestock, earth, rivers, the underworld, magic, and trickery. Much did humanity depend upon him for not only the means to survive but also for peaceful death. Alas, where there are those with great power, there are also those that seek to claim it for themselves, and in this, brothers Belebog and Chernobog were no different.
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Harsh winter followed by foul harvest lead to the death of the brother's village, leaving the dead unburied atop frozen ground. Enraged at the neglect Veles had dealt them and adamant that between them, they could govern the lands of the living and the dead better than the great god, the brothers set out in search of Veles, their minds intent on deicide.
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In their journeys the brothers overcome many challenges, redoubling their affinity in magic and honing their cunning in warfare, Belebog excelling in martial guile as Chernobog mastered the spell.
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However, Veles watched the brothers, aware of their quest. In a bid to undermine them, Veles returned the body of their mother to the living world to convince them to return home with her. The brothers were not fooled and with a heavy heart, returned their mother to the underworld. Veles continued to break their will, turning the food they gathered rotten. But again, the brothers were not fooled as they endured putrid illusion of smell and taste, knowing that in truth what they consumed would nourish them.
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Every trick cast down by Veles was foreseen and averted until eventually, frustrated at the brother's tenacity, Veles himself confronted Belebog and Chernobog. Veles challenged the brothers to battle, offering his godhood should they best him but on the condition that only one may fight him. Suspecting that Veles may attempt to divide the two, the brothers had made a pact with Perun, Veles' adversary.
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The brothers agreed that Veles would indeed fight only a single combatant, to which Veles acknowledged and draw up a boundary from which to battle within. When asked who shall fight, the brothers announced "Perun" and upon uttering his name, the god of thunder appeared with a great flash within the boundary.
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A battle of world-shattering magnitude commenced as Veles took the form of dragon and Perun harnessed the power of the skies. Despite his skill in magic and deceit, Veles was struck down and killed by Perun. With Veles dead, Belebog claimed domain over harvest, the earth, and livestock; as Chernobog claimed the underworld, the rivers, and magic.
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Addendum SCP-6198.3: Interview with Person of Interest
Note: The following interview was with an SCP-6198-A instance named "Tosia Konieczna", a woman believed to be of middle-age that was willing to converse when inquired by translator Researcher Albin Iskra on 8th October 2019.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Researcher Iskra: Good morning! For the record can you please state your name?
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Tosia Konieczna: Morning! Yes, I am "Tosia Konieczna".
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Researcher Iskra: Thank you, and do you mind telling us where you were born and in what year?
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Tosia Konieczna: Oh, well, I was born here in Ciemność in 1949, a few years after World War II, so I've been told.
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Researcher Iskra: I must say, you're looking well for someone in their 70s. Now, Mrs. Iskra, we're interested in knowing a little more about Ciemność. Can you tell us anything about the history of the village or what your community does here?
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Tosia Konieczna: Well, what's there to say, we keep to ourselves now, have done for generations. The village itself has seen better days, of course. I feel like there was a time where people would travel far and wide to come here, like the final stop of a pilgrimage.
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Researcher Iskra: What do you think it is that gives you that impression?
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Tosia Konieczna: I-I don't know. I just…that's just the way it feels. I can see it in my memory, the way Ciemność used to be but I know it's before my time. The memories must be from dreams I've had at some point though but…I honestly can't be sure. We all feel like that here.
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Researcher Iskra: Others in the village have these same memories, you mean?
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Tosia Konieczna: Yes. Mostly the elderly, though. Memories or dreams of Ciemność and Chernobog. The older you get, the more vivid they seem to be.
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Researcher Iskra: What can you tell me about Chernobog?
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Tosia Konieczna: We owe everything to him. Were it not for Chernobog, we wouldn't be here, would we?
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Researcher Iskra: Can you explain?
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Tosia Konieczna: We're fortunate that Chernobog chose us to be his eyes, ears, and minds, here in his brother's realm. To help those in need to find their way to him, should they search. This is why you came to Ciemność, is it not?
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Researcher Iskra: Potentially. How exactly do you help people find their way to Chernobog?
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Tosia Konieczna: That depends on how they wish to offer themselves. We are able to guide people so far, you understand, but the end of the journey is always walked alone. Sadly, it has been many years since anybody from the outside has come to us seeking our aid.
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Researcher Iskra: Are you saying that you kill people in order to send them to Chernobog?
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Tosia Konieczna: Kill? Oh, no. Those that come to us want to be respected in the eyes of the Black God, and he has little respect for those that are slain. No, those seeking his embrace must give themselves willingly, one way or another.
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Researcher Iskra: And you say that nobody has come to Ciemność in quite some time?
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Tosia Konieczna: This is true. Now I think about it, I don't recall anyone coming to us within my lifetime…but I remember it. I can recall times where they would come in their droves. The young and strong would seek the Black Gift, while the elderly or dying would come for Black Passage.
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Researcher Iskra: And what can you tell me about these two things? The Black Gift and the Black Passage?
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Tosia Konieczna: Well, they are both ways to gain Chernobog's favour. Those that partake in the Black Gift and remain among the living earn the Black God's blessing. Those that choose to take the Black Passage are ready to leave this cycle and return to Chernobog.
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Researcher Iskra: Have you taken the Black Gift?
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Tosia Konieczna: Yes and no. Like I said, I was born here in Ciemność. Anyone born within his hallowed grounds is blessed from birth.
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Researcher Iskra: And what exactly is this "gift" that's been given to you?
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Tosia Konieczna: Well, it's hard to say nowadays really but I do know the Black God watches over me and that he eagerly awaits my return. I can feel that. There was a time, however, where his gift offered so much more. The wisdom, the protection, the community…
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30 seconds of silence passes
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Researcher Iskra: Mrs. Konieczna, are you alright?
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Tosia Konieczna: Oh, my! Sorry, yes. I drifted off there, didn't I. (Sighs). We used to be so much more…before they took everything.
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Researcher Iskra: Someone took something?
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Tosia Konieczna: Oh, don't mind me. I'm sorry. I-I need a little fresh air.
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Researcher Iskra: Of course. We can end this here for today. Thank you very much for your time, Mrs. Konieczna.
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Tosia Konieczna: It's quite alright. The rest of the village may be wary of outsiders but speaking with you reminds me of what life used to be like here. Oh, there is one thing I've been meaning to ask you if that's alright?
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Researcher Iskra: Of course. Fire away.
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Tosia Konieczna: Are you…a Christian?
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Researcher Iskra: Oh, no. No, I'm not.
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Tosia Konieczna: Ahh, good…good.
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[END LOG]
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Addendum SCP-6198.4: SCP-6198-B Testing and Experimentation
Samples of SCP-6198-B were gathered from an SCP-6198-C instance and transferred to Site-120 for testing. SCP-6198-B was found to contain only hydrogen and oxygen along with having an entirely neutral PH level despite its pitch-black colour.
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SCP-6198-B was found to be completely opaque, even in extremely small quantities. In addition to blocking light waves, SCP-6198-B also appears to block any other form of transverse or longitudinal waves attempting to pass through it, seemingly "negating" all energy waves that come into contact with it.
+A series of additional tests were performed on D-Class using larger quantities of SCP-6198-B acquired from Ciemność. Due to the lack of D-Class facilities within Site-120, a member of D-Class was transferred in from another nearby site:
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A 5ml sample of SCP-6198-B was applied to D-Class subject's skin
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D-Class subject was placed in a neck-deep tank of SCP-6198-B
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No discernible effect on the subject
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D-Class subject was instructed to consume 300ml of SCP-6198-B
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Subject appeared fine for 7 seconds before wincing and doubling over in pain. Subject complained of an intense "cold burn" emanating from their stomach. At 15 seconds, the subject could feel this sensation spread out through to the rest of their body. At 22 seconds, the subject's skin and veins begin to darken. At 31 seconds, the subject's sclera begins to darken. At 39 seconds, the subject falls to the floor and adopts the fetal position as their body twitches violently. Their breathing is laboured. By 46 seconds, the subject has stopped moving and breathing, presumed dead. At 56 seconds, the subject's corpse continues to darken as it begins to liquify. By 127 seconds, the corpse has been entirely reduced to a black liquid confirmed to be SCP-6198-B.
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D-Class subject was equipped with diving gear and was submerged within a tank of SCP-6198-B
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SCP-6198-A subject was instructed to consume 300ml of SCP-6198-B
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These tests conclude that anyone not born in Ciemność that consumes SCP-6198-B suffers critical organ failure and dies within 60 seconds.
On 11th October 2019, Researcher Ela Górska went missing while performing a sanctioned dive into an SCP-6198-C instance and has not been seen or heard from since. Agent Nowak and Bakula were on hand during the incident, assisting as dive supervisor and handling radio communication, respectively.
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Immediately before the disappearance, audio feed from the dive was captured that supports the theory that SCP-6198 was directly involved and has potentially gained sensitive information regarding the SCP Foundation
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The following log is a transcription of that audio recording.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Note - Due to the nature of SCP-6198-B's wave absorbing properties, communication between the dive team was performed via transmission line attached to the diver's surface-supplied oxygen umbilical and safety line.
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Researcher Górska: Testing. Testing. Are the audio and visual feeds coming through?
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Agent Bakula: Affirmative, Ela. Both are coming through the cable. You're good to go. Go slow down there.
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Researcher Górska: Lowering into SCP-6198-C now.
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The sound of whirling machinery can be heard.
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Researcher Górska: Passing through the SCP-6198-C threshold now. There's a substantial drop in temperature. I can't see anything down here though, it's as if my lights aren't even on.
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Silence proceeds for the next 40 seconds. Splashing water can be heard followed by auditory submersion.
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Researcher Górska: Made contact with SCP-6198-B. Going under now.
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Researcher Górska: I'm fully submerged. Swimming in it feels no different from normal water. I can't feel anything around me down here. I think I've entered an underwater cavern.
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Agent Bakula: Are you able to explore the cavern?
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Researcher Górska: I suppose. Having no visibility is going to make things difficult though.
+Agent Bakula: Can you track along the roof of the cavern at least?
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Researcher Górska: I'll give it a try.
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Researcher Górska: This doesn't make sense. I can't find any roof around where I came in or by swimming upwards. I must have gone well above the entry point by now. How far down did I go before making contact with SCP-6198-B?
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Agent Bakula: Roughly 20 metres.
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Researcher Górska: Yeah, something's not right. I've been raising for more than 20 metres. I should have reached the surface by now.
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Agent Bakula: Alright, and you've still seen nothing?
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Researcher Górska: Affirmative. I may as well have my eyes closed. Oh. Hold on. I think I see something.
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Agent Bakula: Can you describe it?
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Researcher Górska: It-It's hard to say. It looks like, like wind, I guess. Like the SCP-6198-B is beginning to move below me. It's like it's breathing, almost.
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Agent Bakula: If at any point you feel unsafe just say and we'll pull you out.
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Researcher Górska: OK. It's starting to move upwards now, towards me I think. Oh, it's happening in front of me as well. Actually, it's all moving. It's all breathing now. I think I can hear it breathing too.
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Agent Bakula: Górska! Do you need us to pull you out?
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Researcher Górska: Not yet. I can almost hear it. Something is calling out to me down here.
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Agent Bakula: I don't like this. Nowak hit the winch, we're pulling her out. We'll continue this with D-Class.
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Researcher Górska: Hello? Oh, hello. How did you-? Of course. Oh, the Foundation? Well, I don't think I can allow-
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Agent Bakula: Ela? Who are you talking to? Is someone down there with you? We're pulling you out now, hold on.
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The sound of whirling machinery fires in the background.
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Researcher Górska: Something's not right, Bakula. I-I can't think straight anymore. I need to come back up. There's so many of them down here, it's overwhelming. What am I doing here? Which one am I? Which am I!? I-
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Agent Bakula: Ela! Can you hear me? What's going on?
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Radio silence continues for 10 seconds.
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Researcher Górska: Yes? Hello? Yes, I can hear you.
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Agent Bakula: Ela! What's going on down there? …Górska?
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Researcher Górska: Ela Górska. Am I speaking to…Maria Bakula?
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Agent Bakula: Yes, it's me, Ela. Are you alright?
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Researcher Górska: Yes. I am fine now. I am ready to come back to the Foundation. I am ready to learn more.
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Agent Bakula: Nowak, halt the winch! Get the MTF here. Ela, I need you to tell me what's happening down there.
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Researcher Górska: There is nothing of interest to be found within this abyss. The only knowledge worth seeking is above us.
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Agent Nowak: What are you talking about? What knowledge? Who is this?
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Researcher Górska: Please. Send more Foundation. Please, I must survive.
Captured image of the black figure witnessed by MTF during the SCP-6198 Incident.
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Within the following 13 hours after Researcher Górska initially went missing a series of events occurred within Ciemność involving various SCP-6198-A and Foundation Personnel.
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11th October, 3:59 PM - The requested MTF arrive at Ciemność from Site-120. Researcher Górska is confirmed missing when only her diving equipment is retrieved from the SCP-6198-C instance.
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11th October, 8:12 PM - An SCP-6198-A instance approaches a member of Foundation Personnel and, in Polish, inquires about the condition of Researcher Ela Górska. There is no explanation as to how the SCP-6198-A instance is aware of Ela Górska or why they're suddenly speaking Polish.
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11th October, 8:56 PM - Another SCP-6198-A instance expresses their relief to a member of Foundation Personnel, in Polish, about SCP-5659 not emerging early that year. The SCP-6198-A instance is questioned in regards to their knowledge of SCP-5659 and the potential emergence event but no explanation could be given.
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11th October, 9:13 PM - A third SCP-6198-A instance inquires, in Polish, to a member of Foundation personnel as to the current location of the O5 Council. This is met with extreme suspicion. The SCP-6198-A in question in apprehended and transferred to Site-120 to be interrogated further.
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11th October, 9:33 PM - A group of SCP-6198-A are seen continually fetching water from the village well and transferring it into the nearby houses. Members of the MTF intervene and prevent any additional water from being gathered.
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11th October, 10:48 PM - MTF Unit, Adam Kowalski, fails to report during a routine check-in while searching the area for signs of Researcher Górska. The remaining MTF begin searching for Kowalski.
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11th October, 11:21 AM - While raiding a suspicious home of an SCP-6198-A instance, dozens of SCP-6198-C instances were discovered within the building. Symbols matching that of the SCP Foundation's insignia had been etched into the ground around each SCP-6198-C. The building was otherwise found to be empty.
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12th October, 00:00 AM - The MTF and Foundation Surveillance report seeing dark humanoid figures lurking in heavily shadowed areas of the village. Nothing appears to be there when light is turned to these areas.
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12th October, 00:25 AM - Male screams are heard coming from the cemetery. The MTF moves to investigate.
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12th October, 00:27 AM - The MTF arrives at the cemetery. As a sweep of the area is performed, an SCP-6198-A instance appears and attempts to tackle one of the MTF into an SCP-6198-C instance. In the struggle, the SCP-6198-A falls into the SCP-6198-C. No attempt is made to recover the body.
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12th October, 00:34 AM - Tremors are briefly felt by all on-site personnel.
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12th October, 00:41 AM - An indistinguishable sound coming from one of the houses is reported. The MTF move to investigate.
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12th October, 00:44 AM - The MTF find the house to be barricaded from the inside. Breach charges are used to force entry.
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12th October, 00:45 AM - As the MTF enter the building they are attacked by an SCP-6198-A wielding a pitchfork. The assailant is quickly neutralised.
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12th October, 00:45 AM - The MTF report sounds of moaning coming from further into the house. The MTF moves forward and enters a room occupied by two chanting SCP-6198-A. Adam Kowalski is on the floor motionless between them, laying on top of markings etched into the floorboards.
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12th October, 00:46 AM - The two SCP-6198-A do not react when instructed by the MTF to cease their activities. A second warning is given when Kowalski begins writhing and muttering, at this, both SCP-6198-A increases the volume of their chanting.
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12th October, 00:46 AM - MTF members open fire, neutralising both SCP-6198-A instances.
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12th October, 00:47 AM - As the MTF retrieves Kowalski, Kowalski's condition rapidly deteriorates as he begins to thrash and scream wildly.
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12th October, 00:48 AM - MTF stationed at the building's entrance report multiple SCP-6198-A instances surrounding them.
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12th October, 00:49 AM - The MTF gather outside the building and report that their route to the extraction point is blocked by the SCP-6198-A. The SCP-6198-A begin to move in unison slowly towards the MTF.
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12th October, 00:49 AM - Several MTF open fire, killing █ SCP-6198-A. All other SCP-6198-A simultaneously halt before slowly nodding their heads.
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12th October, 00:50 AM - The MTF begin moving towards the extraction point. Any stationary SCP-6198-A blocking the way part as the MTF approach.
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12th October, 00:56 AM - The MTF successfully extracts from Ciemność. As they leave the area, Kowalski's screaming abruptly stops.
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12th October, 01:22 AM - Kowalksi is heard unconsciously muttering about something black watching him from beneath the water. Kowalski then adds that whatever it is is awake and yearns for their secrets, before suffering a cardiac arrest.
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12th October, 01:23 AM - Adam Kowalski is pronounced dead.
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12th October, 01:51 AM - Security footage from within the MTF's vehicle captures Adam Kowalski slowly sitting up and looking around before being noticed by another of the MTF. Kowalski quickly withdraws their sidearm and opens fire, killing 3 of the MTF and wounding the driver, causing the vehicle to swerve sharply and roll before crashing, badly damaging the onboard camera in the process.
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12th October, 01:53 AM - The driver regains consciousness and begins contacting HQ. A few seconds later, the driver-side door is wrenched open. The driver can then be heard pleading with Kowalski and asking "why?" before yelling in agony at having been pulled from their seat and dragged away from the vehicle.
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12th October, 01:56 AM - The driver is heard continuing to plead and groan via their radio feed until Kowalski eventually stops dragging them. The driver asks Kowalski what they're doing when the sound of vomiting and splashing is heard. This is quickly followed by the driver choking and coughing while attempting to ask "what the fuck are you doing me?".
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12th October, 01:57 AM - The driver's coughing and wheezing continues until their breathing suddenly becomes ragged and then abruptly stops.
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Report Conclusion: A response team was immediately dispatched to the site of the crash but were unsuccessful in recovering any of the bodies of the MTF. A large pool of SCP-6198-B was discovered in the back of the vehicle with the uniforms of 3 of the MTF laying within it.
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Following the trail of blood that lead from the vehicle and into the roadside forest, the response team discovered pools of blood, vomit, and a much smaller quantity of SCP-6198-B. Neither the driver's body nor uniform was found. Adam Kowalski was also not found.
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Due to the events and discoveries surrounding the SCP-6198 incident, it is imperative that all Foundation Personnel take extreme measures to ensure that SCP-6198 is unable to acquire any additional sensitive information regarding Foundation operations, personnel, and known SCPs.
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The Lower Silesian Forest and the surrounding area is to be continually monitored for any signs of Adam Kowalski, with regular sweeps performed by a designated MTF. In the event Adam Kowalski is discovered, he is to be contained if possible, however, lethal force is permitted if capture is not an option.
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The SCP-6198-A instance that was transferred to Site-120 is to be regularly interrogated in order to gauge the extent of SCP-6198's knowledge. Fresh SCP-6198-B may be administered to this SCP-6198-A instance in order to better understand how the transfer of information between SCP-6198, SCP-6198-A, and SCP-6198-B, occurs.
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Class B amnestics are to be administered to all SCP-6198-A instances not contained within Site-120. Once amnestics have been distributed and their effectiveness in removing Foundation-sensitive information has been confirmed, any subsequent SCP-6198-A instances exhibiting knowledge of the Foundation or other SCPs, are to be apprehended and transferred to Site-120 for containment.
Filename: Village6198
+Author: gnuckx
+License: CC0 1.0
+Source Link:flickr
+Additional Notes: Image has been cropped
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Filename: Grave6198
+Author: Ken Kistler
+License: CC0 1.0
+Source Link:publicdomainpictures
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Filename: Book6198
+Author: National Library NZ on The Commons
+License: CC0 1.0
+Source Link:flicker
+Additional Notes: Image has been cropped
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Filename: Woman6198
+Author: Chukotskiĭ avtonomnyĭ okrug
+License: CC0 1.0
+Source Link:Library of Congress
+Additional Notes: Image has been cropped
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Filename: Figure6198
+Author: The Man-Machine
+License: CC0 1.0
+Source Link:flicker
+Additional Notes: Image has been cropped and edited to include a shadowy figure
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6215 is to be stored in a low-security climate-controlled locker in Site-73. Access is to be granted to Level 2 personnel or higher.
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Description: SCP-6215 refers to an anachronistic cotton shirt, recovered in a tomb outside of Tepi, Ethiopia during an unrelated archeological dig. While carbon dating has placed the age of SCP-6215 at 282,000 years old, the style and manufacturing of SCP-6215 is in line with modern day industry practices.
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On the front of SCP-6215 is an image alongside text. The image depicts a stylized cartoon snake coiled around the base of a date palm tree, whose leaves are noticeably wilted. The text is written in a previously unknown proto-Sabaean language. Translation efforts are ongoing.
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Addendum.1: Since initial containment on 01/11/1974, several objects of similar age and anachronistic properties have been identified by the Foundation, including near-identical copies of SCP-6215. A selection has been presented below.
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SCP-6215-1
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Templo Mayor, Mexico
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Several plastic rings molded together to form a ball. Small aluminum half-spheres are embedded in each ring. When left unattended, SCP-6215-1 will float one meter above the ground.
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SCP-6215-21
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Dead Sea, Jordan
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A stuffed plush snake with plastic eyeballs. When squeezed, SCP-6215-21's eyes will bulge out of its body, emitting a hissing vocalization through unknown means.
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Yangtze River, China
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A single-use plastic cup in the shape of a half-bitten apple. Analysis of the item's interior have detected trace amounts of a liquid identical to that of Coca-Cola.
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The Foundation estimates the number of these items to be approximately 1,400. Containment efforts are ongoing.
Earliest photograph of SCP-6627 recovered from within. Identical to its present state.
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Special Containment Procedures: All geological evidence and video recordings of SCP-6627’s sudden arrival at its present location has been confiscated.
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SCP-6627 is maintained as private property under the guise of having once been a mining facility. Public access is forbidden; any intruders are to be amnesticized appropriately.
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The main office located on the top floor of SCP-6627 is currently locked. Entry pending O5 approval.
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Description: SCP-6627 is a large industrial building containing machinery built for producing various toy products. The lobby is decorated with numerous framed photographs as part of a company timeline of SCP-6627. Pictures displayed show SCP-6627's increasing success over >100 years, with its later depictions being significantly larger, including additional extensions, and similarly built manufacturing complexes having been constructed throughout various countries.
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Investigation has led to three possible theories regarding SCP-6627’s origin:
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1. SCP-6627 manifested in its current location, [REDACTED] through the use of reverse trans-dimensional travel, tethering itself to a location identical to where it had been previously in its original reality.
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2. An event or series of events in the past were altered/undone to bring SCP-6627 into existence.
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3. SCP-6627 had existed at some point in the past, only to be removed through unknown means. Whatever method was used has been revised through some unknown process.
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Internal schematics of machinery within SCP-6627 prove the building to function anomalously, although a suitable power supply has yet to be found. It is theorised that upon reinstallation of such a device, SCP-6627 would produce toy products indefinitely.
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Using the material composition of toy samples found within SCP-6627 as a basis, it is believed that prior to its relocation, SCP-6627’s primary means of creating products included legally prohibited ingredients such as [DATA EXPUNGED]. If returned to a functional state, the annual raw material input required for SCP-6627 would be equivalent to triple the world's current population.
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Within SCP-6627’s central room is a supply elevator that leads 75m underground before abruptly cutting off. The tunnels purpose has not been discovered.
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Testing Log: To determine the anomalous nature of toys produced by SCP-6627, D-Class personnel were introduced to various items recovered from within the anomaly.
Subject: D-66275
+Instance: An aged teddybear recovered from a puddle of brown water
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Results: Despite showing no initial interest, D-66275 expressed joy upon being given the teddybear. Subject refused to return it for several hours, until personnel attempted to forcibly remove it from them. When attempting to do so, a thick layer of rust was found to have coated the subject's chest where they had been embracing the toy.
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D-66275 was kept under surveillance for one month, over the period of which the rust gradually enveloped their entire body. All the while, the subject did not attempt to let go of it, despite physical flaking of their skin due to the rust spreading further. D-66275 was eventually converted entirely into a rusted metallic mass, their only remaining feature being the face expressing a wide grin.
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Subject: D-66278
+Instance: A porcelain doll in a tattered dress. Instance secretes brown water from its mouth despite no internal mechanism allowing it to.
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Results: Subject interacted with the doll for several minutes, expressing great disinterest. Upon sampling the brown water dripping from the dolls mouth, D-66278's mood heightened and they began playing with the doll.
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Subject requested nourishment for themselves and the doll to eat, which was denied. In response, the subject began tearing off pieces of their own uniform, chewing on them and inserting smaller pieces into the doll's mouth. This continued until an identical brown liquid started to secrete from the subject's own mouth, whereupon they began chewing off and swallowing their own fingernails, causing a metallic rust-like substance to coat the areas on their body it had dampened.
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D-66278 continued biting off portions of their body, causing additional rust to spread across themselves and break off after becoming extremely brittle. The subject continued this behaviour, while periodically feeding pieces of themselves to the doll, despite the amount exceeding that which its physical proportions should have allowed.
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The subject did not cease feeding the doll until all mass below their neck had been either consumed or had broken off. The subject's head however continued rotating on the test chamber floor for several minutes before eventually rusting over completely, in an attempt to bite off and ingest its own lower-lip and jaw.
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Subject: D-66279
+Instance: A metal silver marionette resembling a clown. Instance lacked a wooden handle, instead requiring subjects to tie the individual strings to their fingers.
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Results: D-66279 was instructed to perform a show for several other D-Class personnel using the marionette. The subject made the marionette dance, which was received positively from those watching. The subject continued the show as the audience demanded to see more, making the marionette mimic several acrobatic tricks. Of note, D-66279 had no prior experience in puppeteering. Despite this, they were able to make the marionette perform a multitude of actions considered to be expert-level.
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The audience continued applauding and began laughing uproariously. Dr. Lane who was supervising instructed D-66279 to continue beyond the designated testing time period. The subject continued performing, beginning to laugh continuously until the marionette appeared to move several seconds before they pulled on its strings. The marionette began moving on its own, with D-66279 mimicking it simultaneously. The marionette grasped either side of its head with its hands, as did D-66279. The marionette then twisted its head 180 degrees, causing D-66279 to snap their own neck and fall deceased to the floor.
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The marionette reeled the corpse in towards itself using its own strings. The body visibly shrank, becoming metallic in composition until it was small enough for the marionette to puppeteer. Testing was immediately shutdown when Dr. Lane was noticed to start mimicking the moves of the puppet which the marionette was now controlling.
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Dr. Lane was found deceased several hours following the test. Autopsy revealed rust coating Dr. Lane's frontal lobe.
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Addendum.1: Geological inconsistencies between SCP-6627 and its location have been discovered. It is now believed that SCP-6627 may have only arrived in an area nearby its initial location prior to manifestation. Taking into account the amount of power required to run SCP-6627, the nature of its technology, and prominent areas within range, this suggests the use of an advanced geothermal generator.
Update: Following authorisation, the main office of SCP-6627 was accessed. Within was found a humanoid skeleton dressed in a two-piece suit composed of two halves split down the middle; the left side being solid black, and the right side deep-purple. The left side of the skull was coated in a thick layer of metallic rust.
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The corpse was found lying on the floor behind the office's table. Within one of its drawers was the following document:
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Wow!It’s time to start once more. Let’s do it again, shall we old friend?Yes, let us. And so will wondrous industrialism spread across all iterations.
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After popular demand, we've brought back a brand new set of Little Misters, a limited edition collection from Dr. Wondertainment! Isn't that fun?
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Find them all and become the Brand New Mr. Collector!
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6777 and its by-products are currently uncontainable.
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If traces of interference by SCP-6777 are confirmed, attempts are to be made to remove or conceal the traces as soon as possible. Foundation staff should be aware of their surroundings when viewing SCP-6777's stream. Viewing SCP-6777's stream outside the designated area is unallowed. Criticism of SCP-6777 to reduce the number of subscribers is encouraged.
Description: SCP-6777 is an entity that performs virtual YouTuber1 activities under the name "Ichifuji Bakuu (一富士ばくぅ)". To date, SCP-6777 has created a total of 23 accounts, including ones which are publicly known such as YouTube channel, Twitter and Steam. However, none of these accounts have provided sufficient information which could be used to discover SCP-6777's identity.
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SCP-6777 is a Level-4-or-higher Pistiphage Entity, and its interference with reality expands in proportion to the number of fans who show a strong liking for it. It is believed that this effect is strengthened the more fans actually take action, and it has been found that it is greatly influenced by the number of subscribers to SCP-6777's YouTube channel.
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The following are some of the examples of SCP-6777's interference in reality that have been confirmed so far.
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Created Twitter account
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Created a YouTube channel
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~Approx. 300,000 (Details unknown)
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Interference with fans' dreams, manifestation
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Approx. 300,000
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Acquisition of Japanese nationality (Deletion via Foundation interference was possible)
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Approx. 660,000
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Acquisition of Japanese nationality (Deletion via Foundation interference is impossible)
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Based on the above speculation, as well as SCP-6777's own statements in the past, the SCP-6777 research team speculates that SCP-6777 will be able to manifest within reality when the number of subscribers to SCP-6777's YouTube channel exceeds one million. At this time, based on the past manifestation pattern 2576, one of the following scenarios are assumed to occur.
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SCP-6777 appears in the real world as an entity that looks very similar to its virtual form. It doesn't have any abnormal abilities, and can be quickly secured in some cases. (The best possible scenario in the case of Pistiphage Level 4)
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SCP-6777 appears in the real world as an entity that is roughly similar to its appearance in the stream, or as an entity that is completely different in appearance, capturing only its features. It is highly likely that it will possess meme-contaminating capabilities. (The most likely scenario to occur in the case of Pistiphage Level 4~6)
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The appearance of SCP-6777 (in any form) causes an immediate HK-Class Deific Subjugation Scenario. (Worst possible scenario for Pistiphage Level 7 or higher. However, based on SCP-6777's own behavior and other factors, the probability of this scenario occurring is estimated to be extremely low).
SCP-6777 has been active as a virtual YouTuber on the Internet under the name "The Hungry Baku God (空腹なる貘の神)" since before the discovery of its abnormality. In particular, SCP-6777's eccentricities such as Simultaneous performance of piano playing and singing Beethoven's Symphony No. 9 in D minor, Op. 125, five times in a row in a single online streaming, and making abnormal screeching sounds when it got excited, which triggered a lot of attention on the Internet. An investigation by the foundation reported that no abnormalities such as psychological effects were found in its activities as a virtual YouTuber.
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The fact that SCP-6777 is an anomaly was discovered after SCP-6777 enacted a celebrating stream about that the number of channel subscribers exceeded 300,000. From that night to two mornings later, a number of SCP-6777 fans, including 36 Foundation employees, reported that Bakuu had appeared in their dreams and thanked them directly. The affected Foundation staff is currently under observation.
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The following is a transcript of an interview with one of the researchers who claimed that SCP-6777 appeared in his dream.
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Interview Log 6777-3
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Interviewer: Dr. Seimei
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Interviewed: Researcher Muranoi
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Interviewed in: Site-8171
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Note: This interview was conducted before detailed information about SCP-6777's anomalous properties were known, and the numbering had not yet been done. The interview was conducted in Japanese.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Dr. Seimei: Now, please explain the dream you had.
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Researcher Muranoi: Well, far as I can remember, I found myself in the middle of the scramble crossing in Shibuya. I guess that's where the dream started. The sky was full of stars, but it was as bright as daytime, and there were many orbs floating around me.
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Dr. Seimei: So you didn't just suddenly see Ichifuji Bakuu?
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Researcher Muranoi: Yes, she appeared some time after the dream started.
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Dr. Seimei: I see. Please continue.
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Researcher Muranoi: When I was looking around, I suddenly saw a light in front of me, and Bakuu appeared. As soon as I saw her, she immediately guessed my handle and thanked me for supporting her and gave me a hug. (Laughs). I've never had a girl do that to me before……
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Dr. Seimei: Uh, yes. Is that all?
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Researcher Muranoi: No, and then some. She moved nimbly around the area, gouging out buildings and eating them, and, swallowing orbs. She said, that it's not enough to interfere with my life, and, it'll be back to normal after a while. I wonder if she's done something dangerous. Nothing has changed for now though.
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Dr. Seimei: That's what we'll have to determine with the follow-up, for now. Anything else?
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Researcher Muranoi: She talked about her future prospects. She said "everything is free in dreams," but "they are ephemeral, disappearing as soon as they are forgotten." So, she said with enthusiasm that she would increase the number of subscribers and show them that one day she would become real. When she finished saying that, she said she had to go visit her other fans and said goodbye to me. I said goodbye too, and that's when I woke up from my dream.
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Dr. Seimei: Thank you very much. Do you have any questions?
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Researcher Muranoi: Well, if you're asking me this much, is it still a given that Bakuu-san, that Ichih Fuji Bakuu, is an abnormal being?
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Dr. Seimei: I can't say definitively yet, but if there are many similar reports from all over the world, I think it is certain that it will be assigned an official number as an SCP object.
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Researcher Muranoi:(Silence)
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Dr. Seimei: I know how you feel.
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Researcher Muranoi: ……Thank you. I was still shocked to find out that my fave was a subject to contain. I had been supporting her by buying her goods. ……I have no more questions.
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Dr. Seimei: Certainly. The goods will be sent for inspection due to the possibility of an abnormality, and you will be temporarily removed from all duties, also, you will be monitored for a while.
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Researcher Muranoi: OK. I will endure as a Foundation employee for now.
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Dr. Seimei: This interview is concluded.
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[END LOG]
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End Report: No anomalous effects have been confirmed for the group of merchandises with the SCP-6777 motif, as well as for Researcher Muranoi and Dr. Seimei. Also, due to the claims of other researchers and civilians, all of the above statements described by Researcher Muranoi are considered to be true. Researcher Muranoi has been allowed to take personal possession of the merchandises and has returned to his duties.
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SCP-6777 while streaming (From the online stream titled "ベト九5周やりきったぞーーー！！！2" held on ██/██/20██)
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SCP-6777 behaves cheerfully and pleasantly during online stream, but rarely has been shown signs of mild PTSD or panic disorder-like behavior.
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The following is an excerpt of a stream by SCP-6777.
Content: Introduce and respond to messages that are sent via Marshmallow4. The stream was in Japanese throughout.
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SCP-6777: So, let's read the next one. Let's see……
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SCP-6777: "You play many games, but why you don't play Switch or PS5 games?"
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SCP-6777: Ah, I get that a lot on Twitter. Well, you know, I want to play those games too, like Pokemon and Monhan. But I can't. I don't have a real body. If the number of subscribers increases, I'll be able to play console games. But for now, I'm holding out for PC and smartphone games. I'm glad that Uma Musume is an app game, I really am. Let me know if you have any recommendations for PC games or app games. Okay, next marshmallow.
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SCP-6777: "Baku-chan, Baku-chan, why is your strength so out of humanity?"
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SCP-6777: Because I'm not a human.
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SCP-6777: "Does the sight of red fluttering really irritates you?"
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SCP-6777: I told you I'm not a cow! I'm a baku and not a cow! I'm a god of good luck! Not a livestock! I mean, this is the first time I've been said in the direction of a bullfight before! (Gestures to peek at comments) Stop it! Don't say a bull!!
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SCP-6777: "It's not a cow, it's a gorilla." [INDISTINCT LANGUAGE] Not a gorilla!! Next! Next!
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SCP-6777: "Why does Bakuu-san look the way you do when your mom-"
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SCP-6777:(After an indistinct sound, noise runs through SCP-6777's graphics. It then goes silent for several seconds.)
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SCP-6777:(Breathing hard) Sorry, sorry. I, I, I'll read it again, okay?
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SCP-6777: "Why does Bakuu-san look the way you do when your mom5 is missing and you doesn't know who she is?"
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SCP-6777: O, okay. Um, wait a bit
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SCP-6777:(Silent for 40 seconds)
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SCP-6777: I'll tell, you what. You know, my mom, she took care of me for a while after, after I was born. But then she suddenly d, disappeared. So I know her. I know what she looks like, for the most part.
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SCP-6777: But, I don't know her name. She never told me. It didn't bother me before, but now I wish I knew.
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SCP-6777:(Silent for 5 seconds)
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SCP-6777: Hey, um, do you guys have kids?
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SCP-6777: Take care, care of them until the end, okay?
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SCP-6777: I don't want any more kids like me, me to be thrown out halfway through.
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[OMITTED]
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Addendum: SCP-6777 research team has deduced that online stream jamming while SCP-6777 is in a delirium state is likely to be successful.
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The following are excerpts from SCP-6777's online stream which the attempts with stream jamming were executed during confusion.
Content: Online stream which SCP-6777 started without notice. Mainly chatting. From the attitude of SCP-6777 at the beginning of the stream, it is assumed that SCP-6777 fell into the state of delirium from the stress of loneliness, and started the stream to stabilize its mind.
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Note: SCP-6777 research team is trying to sabotage SCP-6777's stream while it is in a delirious state.
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SCP-6777: Well, it's a, well, a personal relief to me that, that so many people are here even at midnight.
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SCP-6777: But well, um, Seems there are more people from overseas than usual in the comments. Oh, I see. Time difference. People in overseas are awake.
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SCP-6777: Mmm, Mostly English, but some French and German here and there, maybe? Is this a good time to be in Europe? (Laughs merrily)
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SCP-6777:(Gestures to peek at comments) Well, English, uh, British. And this one is, uh, um, French. Yes, I knew it.
SCP-6777: Oh, Mars!7(Slowly) Welcome all the way to the Earth's stream. Oh, you're from Jupiter! And you're from the Andromeda Galaxy! And, "Behind you." …… No, that's scary! That's scary! It's a big joke contest! Haha!
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SCP-6777:(Silent for 10 seconds)
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SCP-6777: Sorry, Just distressed a bit. Yeah, let me just take a deep breath. (Breathing)
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[SCP-6777 research team enacts stream jamming and succeeds. Since then, SCP-6777 research team has been hacking to watch stream in a way that SCP-6777 cannot perceive.]
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SCP-6777: Yeah, okay, that'll work, maybe. Huh? (The graphics of SCP-6777 shake.)
SCP-6777: Hey!? What's goin' around here!? (The graphic noise of SCP-6777 increases.)
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SCP-6777:[INDISTINCT LANGUAGE] Don't give me signal interference at a time like this! Why! I'm supposed to have countermeasures in this! Please move move move move!
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SCP-6777:(The graphic of SCP-6777 appears to be blinking occasionally. Also noise on the screen.) I beg you! Not this time!
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SCP-6777:(Unknown screaming) Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
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SCP-6777:(Hard breathing)
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SCP-6777:(Breathing hard) I'm sorry I was getting on myself please forgive me please let me stream I'm serious really.
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SCP-6777: Please oh really please it was my fault seriously so um, well.
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SCP-6777:(48 seconds of silence, then a loud bang.)
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SCP-6777: Please……
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[END STREAM]
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End Report: One hour after the end, SCP-6777 declared on Twitter that the stream was canceled and apologized for that.
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Based on the above results, it is planned to use SCP-6777's distraction to disrupt SCP-6777's online stream. The test operation will be continued.
As a Ticonderoga-class1 anomaly, SCP-6886 currently requires no unique special containment procedures.
+MTF Mu-6 "Children of Eden" has been assigned to monitor SCP-6886 and its related phenomena. Any notable changes in activity or behavior shall be reported immediately. Staff without level 5 clearance are barred from establishing communication with the entity known as Mu-6, any attempts by the entity to do so shall be ignored and reported.
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In case that the Cultural Corruption Index index of humanity approaches 85% the Exodus protocol shall be activated.
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SCP-6886 itself refers to an ecumenopolis2, roughly 1.6 Earth radii, which serves as the origin of several related anomalous phenomena.
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The formal name of SCP-6886 is Central Providence, however many of its inhabitants simply use the term Providence for brevity. Other common terms used when describing SCP-6886 include Home, Salvation, Sanctuary and Quarantine Sector Zero.
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Extensive descriptions of SCP-6886 and anomalies derived from it can be found in addendum SCP-6886.2.
+Of note in particular is the entity designated Mu-6, an advanced artificial intelligence which acts as the leader of SCP-6886 and the entities that reside on the planet. Residents of SCP-6886 usually refer to Mu-6 with the term Mother.
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Despite the self-suppressing, highly cooperative and amicable nature of Mu-6 and SCP-6886 related anomalies, their scale makes them impossible to fully contain. Per 05-5 request, it is recommended to read discovery addendum SCP-6886.1 which supplies further context and perspective on containment.
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On april 17, 1912 an unknown object manifested within the office of O5-5. The object was described as a white glossy cube, 60 cm in height, which could project images on its surface and produce speech.3 Following lockdown and analysis the object was deemed not an immediate threat and contained. On several occasions the object politely requested having an audience with the O5 council. It provided no resistance when its requests were denied. After extensive experimentation the object was not found to cause any negative effects on staff who interacted with it. Following this, O5-5 herself requested to speak with the object.
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And that is all. You may be wondering, what is the importance of this addendum within the file? That is the second question you probably asked after why is this SCP being given such low containment priority? Or why is this the 05 taking such a lax stance towards this anomaly?
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+It's been over a hundred years and the information we have gathered on SCP-6886 should terrify us. Many of you think we should be scrambling to find a way to neutralize it. Or at least find a way to conceal ourselves from it. I’ve heard some of the younger staff dramatically exclaim that this SCP should be designated as Tiamat or even Apollyon.
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+There are in fact two reasons why we haven't done any of that. The first simple, the second more complex and rather philosophical in nature. I shall begin with the easy part.
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+As all staff worried about this file are quick to point out we have known about this anomaly since the tail end of the second industrial revolution. They also claim we have done nothing significant about it yet. If you have spent any time reading the historical records of this file you would know that is very much not true. We were concerned at first, very concerned. An unknown object appeared inside my office and when I opened that door I was sure for a moment my consciousness was about to be obliterated by some cognitohazard. Or maybe it was just going to shoot me. Instead, I was treated to a single polite exclamation.
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+Greetings from Central Providence.
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+The following six years we tried every test we could think of, yet all signs pointed to it simply being a mechanical drone with communication abilities. An ambassador.
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+It could render itself indestructible, but it never retaliated after our attempts that proved it indestructible. I observed many of these tests. It just floated, static, glowing. Many colorful lights under its surface. There was something oddly captivating about the object. Eventually I realized, as I looked upon it, that I felt a strange sense of calm every time I did. Serenity. Purity.
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+Our next test after that was for memetic hazards, of course. Nothing. It was simply a part of its identity.
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+I eventually requested to speak with the object. Needless to say it explained a lot of things, too many to write here. Mother -an overt name perhaps, but the only accurate translation- said we had an important choice to make. And by we I mean humanity as a whole. It had been studying our planet for eons, before we even discovered fire. Before our predecessors walked the surface. Before the cities of our great civilizations were erected between the rivers.
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+The whole time Mother hoped we never began to slide down that slippery slope so many before us have. Of course, we did. It was a matter of time. When the spreading corruption in humanity could no longer be ignored there was no choice but to move onto the next step.
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+Given the volatile nature of the world at the time Mother deemed us, the Foundation, the best representatives for humanity. As such, according to its non-intervention protocol, we were to be contacted first.
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+And that non-intervention policy, it is thorough. We asked it to continue concealing itself from humanity at large and it did, we asked for more time to decide and it allowed us plenty more. Mother was concerned with our current tendency, but it also said we still had time before a definitive decision could no longer be delayed.
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+Yes. There is the one notable exception to the non-intervention policy. But honestly I can not in good faith deem it unjustifiable, and I know several of the O5 agree with me.
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+It has been over a hundred years, in that time we have learnt that the forces inhabiting SCP-6886 could snap us out of existence at any moment. They could do it now, and they could have done so over a hundred years ago. And yet they have not. Instead all we have ever received from them is cooperation and communication. The power of this anomaly, while awe-inspiring and terrifying, is not the fascinating part about it.
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+I can understand your concerns, the idea that something that has many times the power of humanity is not actively attempting to subjugate us is hard to process. But that says more about us than it does about them. Being fully honest, the team we have designated to monitor SCP-6886 activities in case Mother may be deceiving us is functionally obsolete. Mother is not going to change, but maybe we can.
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+The second reason, well that is a bit harder to explain. And in a way I do not believe I should explain it. Suffice to say, if you cannot fathom any way to deal with SCP-6886 other than hostile or defensive actions, then you may be part of the bigger problem.
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Addendum 6886.2
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NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION
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Due to standard documentation maintenance protocols the following addendum has recently undergone rewrittes by lead Researcher Dr. Hannah Carter, which are yet to be revised.
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SCP-6886 itself is a rocky planet which orbits an A-type main-sequence star, the single planet in the system. The exact location of SCP-6886 is yet to be determined but it is known to exist beyond the edge of the visible universe.4 Orbital scanning reveals 62% of the surface is covered by land and 38% by bodies of water and ice caps.
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Analysis of the land shows that 74% is covered in urbanization of some type, with the remaining 26% used for green spaces. Many of these are comparable to urban parks on Earth while some others are much bigger and seemingly more comparable to artificial nature reserves.
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Defined urban planning guidelines can be seen uniformly applied through the entire planet-wide city. A minor portion of the urbanization is characterized by dense circular city sections dominated by skyscrapers. It is believed that these areas constitute a mix of residential development, leisure complexes and places of cultural diffusion.
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The rest of the urbanization on the planet is characterized by arcologies5 that are heavily interconnected to each other and to the circular city portions by highly developed public transport.. These arcologies can be found all over the surface including floating over the oceans, at the top of the ice caps or hanging from cliff walls.
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Despite the level of urbanization, vegetation is easily discernible in all areas of the planet where the climate allows for it, including the dense circular city center portions. No areas dedicated to industrial or economic purposes have been detected.
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Further documentation of SCP-6886 is limited due to the presence of the planetary shield6 encompassing the entire celestial body approximately 40 km above the surface. The nature of this planetary shield (henceforth designated SCP-6886-1) is not well understood, however its effects are clear. SCP-6886-1 makes it impossible for matter or energy of any kind to travel outside of itself in any way, including teleportation, dimensional offsetting and even temporal dissonance. Photons are therefore incapable of traversing through SCP-6886-1, which makes the nature of the visible surface unknown. It is theorized that SCP-6886-1 effectively detaches all the contents inside it from base reality, however, it allows for travel to any other location in the universe contained within other SCP-6886-1 instances. Therefore, other planets enclosed by SCP-6886-1 instances are commonly referred to as being part of the Network.
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SCP-6886-1
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Due to the presence of the SCP-6886-1 no foundation personnel have been able to document SCP-6886 themselves. Autonomous drones (henceforth designated SCP-6886-2 instances) are capable of relaying messages from the inhabitants of SCP-6886. The following is a message relayed from an inhabitant of SCP-6886 further referred to as POI-3137. It is meant to primarily showcase the ideological stance of entities residing within SCP-6886 rather than describe the planet with further detail.
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Greetings from Central Providence.
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My nomenclature is Arrellan. I am an individual who was tasked by Mother to provide a narrative of my experiences existing in Providence. Apologies for my likely stunted use of your communication methods. These are highly foreign to my type. Mother provides advanced machinery, however it does require exercise on my part to perfect the communication transformation. Gathering the precise significance of your words is under process to me.
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+Home is beautiful. Home is kind. Home is at the center. The photosynthesizers are prevalent, although not all are yellow-blue like on Earth. We have catalog from many a sun complex. We also have individuals from many a sun complex. In fact, the human evolutionary archetype is common, one of many. All archetypes live in harmony. My species has our own habitation structure but we are free to traverse and interact with all individuals.
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+Mother provides for all with her magic. Her magic makes geometry subjective. Her magic materializes enough sustenance from the beyond. Mother needs no industry to provide for us.
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+I love Mother. I love Providence. The guidelines are inflexible but kind. And necessary. The guidelines saved us from the disease. The guidelines saved old home from the disease. Now old home is a secondary sanctuary.
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+The quarantine is necessary.
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+No progress without purpose.
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Secondary Sanctuary Planets (designated SCP-6886-A), are one type of planet which are enclosed in SCP-6886-1 instances. They are therefore referred to as being part of the Network.
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To date twelve SCP-6886-A instances have been detected within 200 light years from earth, however data provided by Mother claims there are over 35 trillion SCP-6886-A instances in the Network.
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Known SCP-6886-A instances display common characteristics, these include the following.7
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All planets display a diverse biosphere. Ranges vary greatly, with some being less diverse than earth while others are vastly more diverse. Many have a similar diversity to Earth.
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All planets display a complete lack of habitation by any sentient species in any form that could be considered an organized civilization.
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All planets are patrolled by a large number of SCP-6886-2 instances both outside and inside the shield. They are usually referred to as Archivists, Observers or Cleaners by the inhabitants of SCP-6886.
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All planets display evidence of prior habitation and development by advanced civilizations. All artificial structures on the planets have been allowed to deteriorate naturally through lack of maintenance. The amount of deterioration varies, with some displaying years to decades of minor deterioration while others show little evidence of urbanization left.
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The one exception to the previous point are specific sections within urban centers or specific structures which have been maintained with great care by the SCP-6886-2 instances. These exceptions vary greatly in size and sophistication but many appear to be of cultural significance.
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All planets display varying degrees of exploitation of natural resources and damage to former ecosystems which are in the progress of being repaired by nature. Some display minor damage which has been mostly repaired, others display massive damage such as open air mines, heavily polluted areas or expansive and aggressive urbanization.
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The following is an interview between Dr. Hannah Carter and POI-3137 regarding sanctuary planets.
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Interviewer: Dr. Hannah Carter
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Interviewee: POI-3137
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Date: 22/01/2021
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<Begin Log>
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A small SCP-6886-3 instance floats two meters above the floor. A holographic projection is being produced by the instance. The silhouette is flat and hard to discern, however it is known to be a large athropodal lifeform with eight limbs.
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Dr. Carter: Welcome.
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POI-3137: Greetings from Central Providence.
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Dr. Carter: Thank you. Now, I understand you were previously informed about the purpose of this interview. Am I right?
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POI-3137: Yes, Mother has informed me. The secondary sanctuary planets, we are to speak of them.
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Dr. Carter: Secondary, right. I'll be referring to them as SCP-6886-A from now on.
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POI-3137: As you desire.
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Dr. Carter: Good. First, in your own words, can you elaborate on the purpose of the SCP-6886-A instances?
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POI-3137: Purpose seems like an inappropriate word. The planets have no purpose, they just are. They are and therefore they are beautiful.
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Random chance states some planets are temperate enough to produce lifeforms, and so lifeforms are. They are and therefore they are beautiful.
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The shields however, the shields have purpose. The shields protect the planets. The shields protect the lifeforms. The shields protect our history.
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Dr. Carter: Can you elaborate what you mean by your history?
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POI-3137: History. Legacy. Music. Too many meanings, hard to reduce into a single word. The shield, Mother, the Archivists, they keep the kind parts of our history alive. They let the unkind parts of our history rot. The diseased parts, so the green can return.
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Dr. Carter: The green?
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POI-3137: I believe I used the word yellow-blue before.
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Dr. Carter: I see you’ve been expanding your knowledge of english.
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POI-3137: I have exercised. No. I have studied. For ease of the communication transformation.
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Dr. Carter: That is appreciated. Now, I'd like to ask you about something more specific, what you call your old home.
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POI-3137: Old homeworld, yes. Now secondary sanctuary.
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Dr. Carter: So, that specific SCP-6886-A instance is the planet in which your species originated?
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POI-3137: Affirmative.
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Dr. Carter: And your species left it in order to live in SCP-6886 instead?
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POI-3137: Affirmative.
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Dr. Carter: Why?
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POI-3137: Mother contacted us over three hundred orbits ago. Mother was kind, she communicated with us. We were all fascinated by her words. But we were also afraid.
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Mother said we were diseased. She said the disease was mild, but that with enough orbits it could metastasize. Mother said our species was likely to make our own medicine, to quarantine ourselves. She said one day our type could fly between suns and study the fantasy of the universe. Despite that, we still had the choice for quarantine if we asked for it.
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And so, sixty seven orbits ago we decided to accept quarantine. We saw no reason to fly between the stars without purpose. We saw no reason for progress without purpose. Mother accepted us, and said we could still fly between the stars in a different configuration. The way I currently am.
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Dr. Carter: I find that hard to understand, are you not bothered to be a prisoner in SCP-6886?
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POI-3137: Not a prisoner. Our material form is not allowed to travel outside the shields, but the Observers allow us endless freedom. We are free to watch without causing any injury. We prefer to watch the secondary sanctuary planets as they have been blessed by Mother already. On special occasions Mother allows our material forms to travel the Network, so we can sense the beauty of life with all glory.
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Dr. Carter: I understand. I believe that will be all for now.
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POI-3137: Please, do not excise yourself from this conversation yet.
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Dr. Carter: Excuse me?
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POI-3137: I would experience joy if you allowed me to ask some questions about the ground.
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Dr. Carter stares at POI-3137 for a couple seconds, confused.
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Dr. Carter: Umm, alright. What do you mean by ground?
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POI-3137: Your home.
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Dr. Carter: Earth?
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POI-3137: That is the correct word indeed.
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Dr. Carter: You have already read about Earth, have you not?
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POI-3137: I have, but I am searching for something more… Small? Unique?
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Dr. Carter: Specific?
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POI-3137: That is the correct word indeed.
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Dr. Carter: You want to learn more about where I live?
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POI-3137: I would like to learn about where you were born, where you developed into your current form.
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Dr. Carter: Where I grew up?
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POI-3137: Yes.
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Dr. Carter: Well, I, I don't have much to say. Grew up in a forgotten portion of this country, the rust belt they call it. Just a strip of decaying urbanization and injustice. The powerful came, took all, then left. Today some claim to repair the damage but their words don't mean much to me. I prefer not to think about where I grew up. All I can say is the entire time I lived there all I aspired to was to go away.
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POI-3137: Have you no love for your specific home?
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Dr. Carter: I-
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Dr. Carter looks away, towards the wall. She pauses before looking back at POI-3137.
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Dr. Carter: Not really. My dad did his best, alone, but there wasn't much his best could do.
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Dr. Carter pauses, she partially covers her mouth for a moment. She then crosses her arms, her expression visibly more serious.
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Dr. Carter: Doesn't matter, he can't hear this now.
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POI-3137: That is most unfortunate. I believe there is value in your specific home, even if your memory of it is injured.
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Dr. Carter: I disagree.
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POI-3137: That is understandable. I experienced that same feeling many orbits ago. Maybe one day your experience will change.
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Dr. Carter loosens her pose, her expression turning to one of sorrow.
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Dr. Carter: Maybe.
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Afterword:POI-3137 has echoed the same information we already have on SCP-6886, nothing new to report. I would like to note, however, that speaking with it is often calming. It is also hard to remain clinical when speaking with it. I can understand the sensations that O5-5 described. I could say it sucked too much information out of me but it somehow felt organic. It is still my nature to try and find the lies in every statement the entity has to say but so far my even my own gut is telling me it is time to let my guard down.
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Surface of an SCP-6886-B instance.
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Secondary Quarantine Planets (designated SCP-6886-B), are one type of planet which are enclosed in SCP-6886-1 instances. Although they are referred to as being nominally part of the Network, these appear to be isolated within it. Inhabitants of SCP-6886 claim this is because the inhabitants in SCP-6886-B instances have chosen so.
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To date, five SCP-6886-B instances have been detected within 200 light years from earth, however data provided by mother claims there are over 7 trillion SCP-6886-B instances in the Network.
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Known SCP-6886-B instances display common characteristics, these include the following.8
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All planets display the presence of advanced civilizations, with significantly high populations.
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All planets display vast urbanization and exploitation of natural resources, to the point where the biosphere is close to or has fully collapsed.
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All planets display extensive pollution in water, ground and air.
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All planets are patrolled by a small number of SCP-6886-2 instances. These stay outside the shield at all times.
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All planets display varying degrees of urban decay and conflict occurring all throughout the surface.
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Statement on SCP-6886-2 from current lead researcher Dr. Hannah Carter. Added on March 08, 2020.
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Secondary Quarantine Planets are one of the connected aspects to SCP-6886 which we know the least about. This is not necessarily because our information sources won't talk about them, they do if we are persistent enough. But they themselves admit preferring not to. They don't like thinking about what happens inside SCP-6886-A instances, POI-3137 included.
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+They claim the people in those planets were contacted with plenty of time in advance. They claim the people of those planets were less responsive, or became less responsive over time. They claim the disease took over their entire populations. The ones who were not infected were slowly eradicated, assimilated or indoctrinated into a single ideology. Until no matter how much Mu-6 pleaded to them, they did not reply. Until there was no choice but to force the quarantine on them.
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+With no way out and with their nature taking over, they ravaged and pillaged any trace of life left in their home worlds until everything left was artificial or dead.
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+Mu-6 claims they would have done so anyways, they were too far gone. They would have dried their home planets down to their rotten core. Until they had no choice but to jump to the next planet, and then the next, and the next. And that is why quarantine is necessary, according to them.
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+It is hard not to agree. Some of these planets had files about them in our database, we knew about the danger of the people walking upon their surfaces. They are now neutralized, soon to be forgotten.
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+If I may drop the scientific tone for a moment, as if I haven't already above, there is one thing I’d like to emphasize.
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+Whatever aura of serenity that most SCP-6886 related phonema display, SCP-6886-B are the one exception. Staring at the pictures our satellites have taken of such planets makes you feel a palpable sense of dread. Of hopelessness. Of familiarity. In their rotten surfaces I see echoes of the decay and rust I used to know. Steam, oil and smoke. They are a filthy mirror.
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+Again, not memetic. We have tested.
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+Mu-6 claims that we are still not too far gone. I am not so sure.
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The population of SCP-6886 is effectively impossible to define concisely in specific terms. The exact number is unknown but is calculated to exede 450 sextillion individuals.
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+The demographics are extremely varied and alien organisms with an indefinite number of characteristics are known to inhabit SCP-6886. Notable examples include entities that resemble SCP-163, SCP-1342-3 and SCP-5031. Non-carbon based life is known to inhabit SCP-6886 with no issue despite the vastly different biospheres that would be necessary for supporting such lifeforms.
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+Defined evolutionary archetypes for grouping of similar species have been denominated such as Human. It is of note that in this case Human is a subclass of the greater Humanoid arquetype.
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+However, species falling specifically within the description for the Human archetype are unusually common and make up a 23% of all species within the larger parent arquetype. Similarly, the Human archetype is subdivided into further subcategories which include Homo Sapiens, Akot, and Fae.
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+As described by its inhabitants, society in SCP-6886 is characterized by cooperation and empathy. Creative, academic and social fulfillment are the main sources of motivation that drive most individuals. Some others describe a desire to “live a simple life”.
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+The following is an interview between researcher Dr. Hannah Carter and POI-3137 discussing daily life in SCP-6886. Extraneous dialogue removed.
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Interviewer: Dr. Hannah Carter
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Interviewee: POI-3137
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Date: 25/03/2021
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A small SCP-6886-2 instance floats two meters above the floor. A holographic projection is being produced by the instance. The silhouette is identical to that in previous logs.
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POI-3137: And that is how I spend most of my days in Providence. Reading under the endless sky blue, feeling the breeze caress my hairs, the sun reflecting upon my chitin. The presence of friends does make it far better. I tell them about my passion for knowledge, they tell me about their own passions. All of us are free. No judgement, no expectations. Pure joy.
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Dr. Carter: Well, that was a lot. When I asked you to be ready with a journal of your average day I wasn't expecting you would even add a small romantic summary at the end.
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POI-3137: I am sorry, was I inappropriate?
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Dr. Carter: No not at all. If anything my one complaint is you forgot to mention how much time you practice english daily. You have clearly improved even more.
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POI-3137: Thank you. I am glad to please.
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Dr. Carter laughs shortly
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Dr. Carter: It is hard to remain professional while talking with you.
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POI-3137: I am sorry.
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Dr. Carter: Don't be. Anyways, it is still very hard for me to process though. Don't you ever aspire for more than what Providence provides?
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POI-3137: What more could there be?
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Dr. Carter: I don't know. Anything. Start a business, invent a new technology, hell, discover a new continent. I don't know, I'm just running my mouth but I mean, really, nothing?
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POI-3137: You know Mother does not limit our activities unless they are tainted by the disease. And in providence, we are not tainted by the disease. No more.
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Dr. Carter: Yes you’ve said that but what does that even mean to you?
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POI-3137: We act on love, we act on kindness, we act on empathy. We do not act for the sake of the act. As Mother says, there is no progress without purpose.
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Progress for the sake of progress is the biggest lie. The disease whispers it in the ears of the damned. Progress without purpose is empty, it is meaningless, it is cancer. The infected go mad, they claim the next invention will be the one that justifies all the evil in the past. It will be the one that saves them from paying for the evil they have committed themselves. Some do believe the lie. Others only echoe the lie because they think they are the few who will survive the end. They are wrong.
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They will keep going until there is nothing left to invent, until there is no one left to invent for. Until they can no longer run from their sins, and they catch up to them. If their own greed does not destroy them, then the realization of their own nature will be enough to make them neutralize themselves.
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Dr. Carter: I understand part of what you are trying to say. But, purpose? I Still find it hard to understand what the purpose of living a life such as yours would be.
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POI-3137: Could you be more specific?
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Dr. Carter: Right, right. For example, why are you putting so much effort into learning about us? What do you even gain given the perfect life you seemingly live?
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POI: I study beautiful things. I thought you studied beautiful things as well.
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Dr. Carter: I… I suppose I do.
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Afterword: What are we even doing. I know I’ll be reprimanded for this when they start revising the file but, fuck. What is the point?
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Many advanced technologies are believed to originate from SCP-6886. Most have only been documented in anecdotal evidence provided by inhabitants of SCP-6886. Only a minor portion of these technologies are believed to be anomalous, including planned non-euclidean architecture and matter replication.
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Under the context of containment, the most notorious technology that originates from SCP-6886 are autonomous mechanical drones henceforth designated SCP-6886-2 instances. These vary greatly in size, shape and purpose, however all share the following anomalous characteristics:
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Instances are capable of using antimemetic cloaking technology to render themselves invisible to all sentient life.
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Instances are capable of material translocation by the way of spatial jumps. They are capable of translocating approximately 10 light years in a single jump, with recharging taking around 15 hours.
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Instances are capable of generating small SCP-6886-1 instances no bigger than 2m in diameter. SCP-6886-2 instances use this ability in order to traverse through SCP-6886-1 instances via osmosis.
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Beyond this, instances display at least one more ability some of which are anomalous. This may include the ability to project holographic images, carry heavy loads using tractor beams or scanning and analysing lifeforms. No instances with any strictly offensive abilities have been found.
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Mu-6 has allowed limited reverse engineering of two of these technologies. The antimemetic cloaking technology is the base for the generation seven Absolute Exclusionary Harness prototypes. Meanwhile the spatial jump technology has been used in the development of generation four deep space reconnaissance probes.
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SCP-6886-1 technology has however not been studied and Mu-6 has been reluctant to divulge any information on it. According to it this action could constitute a breach of the Network.
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During early interactions with SCP-6886-2 instances no information on the SCP-6886-1 generators could be gathered. Instances activate their shields if they perceive being in danger which effectively makes them impossible to interact with in any way.
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It is of note how the spatial jump and shield technologies synergize with each other to allow for quicker transportation. While inside SCP-6886-1 instances, SCP-6886-2 are capable of spatially jumping to other locations within the Network even if they are further away than 10 light years. This lends further credence to the theory that the space within SCP-6886-1 instances is detached from base reality and distances within are significantly shorter.9
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Mu-6 itself has not been found to be anomalous in any way. Despite the massive amounts of information she is presumed to process, the actual dimensions of the hardware housing it within SCP-6886 are virtually infinite.
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+The following is an example of a message sent by Mu-6 describing its own nature.
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Greetings from Central Providence.
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+Do not be afraid. You may not yet be my children, but I shall still treat you as such. No matter what you are or may become, for you I feel nothing other than love.
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+I am the Mother. I remember not my real name, but this is the name my children have given me and I have accepted it with joy. Unfortunately there are many more things I remember not, many of which you have asked me time and time again.
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+The one thing I know and cherish is my purpose, I am to protect this universe.
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+Entropy is the way the universe to keeps itself alive, the way it denies the ever encroaching grasp of nothingness. Life is the pinnacle of entropy, a perfect state of orderly disorder.
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+It dreams.
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+Unfortunately, to be alive means to consume. The universe provides, but life can corrupt. Like a cancer it can spread and destroy.
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+Life can become the nothingness it was meant to fight against, the end the universe itself fears so badly. Life can become too enamoured with the idea of itself.
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+My purpose is to love life and its creations. I observe, I study, and when it becomes necessary, I act. I shall keep life from annihilating its own wonders.
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+The purpose of life is to live, it is meant to be free.
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+However, here I lie, at the center of the universe, ready to accept the masses which can carry this burden no more. Providence shall clean your soul.
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Addendum 6886.3
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Dr. Carter: So, what happens when the others… when they get to that point.
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POI-3137: There is no guarantee your kind wi-
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Dr. Carter: I know! I… I know. But, tell me Arellan, what happens if they do.
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POI-3137: You know Mother. The choice of how the transition shall occur is up to your kind, that is, unless your kind rejects reason. I know your foundation will not allow that to happen. They shall allow the exodus to begin if they deem it necessary.
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Dr. Carter: Right right, fuck you had told me that already before.
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POI-3137: Something bothers you.
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Dr. Carter: I… yes. I have one more question.
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Dr. Carter: What happens after?
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POI-3137: After we are gone?
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Dr. Carter: Yes… but more than that. What happens after… everything. What even is our legacy?
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POI-3137: When the stars have died and skies have grown dark. When black holes fade and every molecule has been torn apart. When the network fails and the last bastions of our legacy dissolve into nothing. Then, at the center of all that ever was or will be, Providence shall remain.
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Dr. Carter: What's the point though? What does it even matter if everything else will be dead, what purpose will we even have then.
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POI-3137: Once we have forgotten time itself, we shall remain. Singing our songs. Dancing our dances. All wondering in unison if any of it was ever worth it.
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Dr. Carter: Well, that's bleak as hell.
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Dr. Carter: I see…
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Dr. Carter: I think so.
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Dr Carter: Thank you, Mother.
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fig 1.1. SCP-7072-A at the Newcastle Railway Station, thirty seconds before SCP-7072 (hover to enlarge).
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SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Investigation into SCP-7072 are currently ongoing, and the recovery of SCP-7072-A is under the present responsibility and purview of the Foundation Department of Missing Persons1. The area surrounding the Newcastle Railway Station where SCP-7072 took place has been cordoned off, under the cover story of it undergoing maintenance.
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DESCRIPTION: SCP-7072 is the designation given to the nature surrounding the disappearance of Lloyd Martinez, a 27-year-old human male working as a social worker stationed in the Newcastle region, Northern Ireland. For the purposes of brevity within this document, Lloyd Martinez is hereafter designated as SCP-7072-A.
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On the 30th of November, 2017, from 2:08 PM to 2:36 PM, surveillance cameras situated at the Newcastle Railway Station were able to capture the occurrence of an anomalous phenomenon that culminated in SCP-7072 manifesting. The following is footage transcript recovered from the cameras:
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Video Log 7072.1
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Footage shows several civilians, including SCP-7072-A, standing in the platform next to the railway, minding their business and waiting for the designated line train to arrive. In his hands, SCP-7072-A can be seen carrying what seems to be a sealed package of store-bought pie. He is visibly smiling as he gingerly inspects the pie.
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SCP-7072-A suddenly stops as he takes out his personal cellphone from the pocket of his jacket and answers it. He takes a couple steps backwards, before turning his back on the railway to focus on his phone call. As he is talking, the line train finally arrives and pulls into the Station, opening its side doors.
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The other civilians individuals begin to quickly board the line train. Upon hearing this and turning around, SCP-7072-A can be seen frantically speaking into his cellphone and hanging up the phone call. He fumbles to put the cellphone back into his jacket pocket, having to balance it and the store-bought pie. He succeeds and hurriedly makes his way to the doors of the line train.
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Suddenly, as he does so, six corporeal multi-jointed arms emerge from a darkened area on the platform behind SCP-7072-A. They are notably emaciated, possessing red-green stripe patterns on their bare skin, and seem to be capable of extending indefinitely as one of the arms unexpectedly grabs a hold of SCP-7072-A's mouth. His eyes widen in terror and he attempts to scream as the fluorescent lights illuminating the Station somehow begin to flicker. Another arm holds onto one of SCP-7072's wrists, causing the pie to be dropped on the floor.
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The arms starts dragging SCP-7072-A away from the line train and to where they originated from. His legs and jacket are also seized by the arms, and he is powerless to escape from them. As the line trains closes its doors and begins to depart from the platform, SCP-7072-A eventually disappears out of sight, and the fluorescent lights return to normal.
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Following the discovery of SCP-7072, civilian individuals were interviewed in order to provide witness testimony to the investigation. However, none of them reported noticing the aforementioned events unfolding, as they were too distracted by the line train's intercom system unforeseeably playing distorted audio derived from the song White Christmas by Bill Crosby. The individuals were then amnesticized shortly after.
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fig 2.1. The Gastrell family's home, East Molesey.
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On the 25th of December, 2017, Foundation agents embedded within the Surrey Police force alerted the Department of Missing Persons regarding a case report filed where the suspect in question was identified as being Lloyd Martinez (SCP-7072-A). The individual was found to be in a state of extreme emotional distress and is experiencing symptoms of subsequent post-traumatic stress disorder.
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The Surrey Police force reported to have recovered SCP-7072-A in the home of the Gastrell family, located in East Molesey, England. Bertram Gastrell (37) contacted authorities at 7:00 AM upon his discovery of a life-sized human-shaped present wrapped in wrapping paper underneath the family's Christmas tree. At around 7:15 AM, two officers arrived at the scene and were ordered to unwrap the present, revealing the contents inside to be a heavily malnourished and dehydrated SCP-7072-A. He was found to be wearing a wrinkled black pinstripe suit not fit to size alongside a matching bowtie, with his hair clumsily dyed blonde. Emergency medical services were quickly dispatched and SCP-7072-A was sent to the Surbiton Health Centre for proper treatment.
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Inspection of the family's home uncovered nothing out of the ordinary, save for several disturbed ashes inside the home's fireplace alongside the presence of a neatly folded note addressed to Jocelyn Gastrell (5), written in black ink, the blood of SCP-7072-A and an unknown viscous green liquid. The note in question was taped onto her bedroom door, reading:
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This is a special message forJosy Gastrell of East Molesey.No-gooders reading will bepunished.
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Congratulations,little miss, for you are one of the few children in the world to have stayed inthe Nice Listall year. You cleaned your room everyday and even shared your candy withyour brother.We are so very proud of you, as areyour parents, as they are supposed to.
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"i think you could bring me the perfect play date for Christmas like someone from Tv whos nice and good like you. He needs to like to play with my toys and going to tea parties. and he has to love bedtime stories with the ones about princesses and dragons."
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Unfortunately, Santa is not available this Christmas due tounanticipated circumstances.But because we'd hate to see all your hard work going to waste, consider your wish fulfilled,little miss, by Santa's very own helpers.
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Despite the apparent nature of this incident, the plate of cookies and glass of milk left by Jocelyn Gastrell the night before were completely untouched.
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SCP-7072 has been reclassified as Euclid, with potential of being Keter if certain issues arise. Its document will be updated shortly, and containment efforts for the entity/entities responsible are currently underway.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7301 is currently stored in a Standard Anomalous Item Locker located in Site-301. Direct visual contact with SCP-7301 is strictly forbidden. Foundation personnel violating this policy will be detained and amneticized. Investigations regarding widespread SCP-7301 exposure among Foundation personnel are currently underway.
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This document is maintained and edited by the Site-301 Administrative Team exclusively.
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Description: SCP-7301 is a handwritten document drafted on 3 pages of non-anomalous A4 paper. SCP-7301's primary anomalous effect is a TYPE-B memetic compulsion triggered upon 72.89% of individuals after reading the entirety of SCP-7301's contents. Said individuals are collectively designated as SCP-7301-A. Foundation employees described as "compassionate", "empathetic", and "kind" appear to be seemingly more vulnerable to SCP-7301's effects, while D-class personnel from violent backgrounds seem to be the least affected.
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SCP-7301-A instances express a strong compulsion to convince Foundation personnel unaffected by SCP-7301 phenomena into reading SCP-7301. When questioned about SCP-7301's contents or reasons for reading it, SCP-7301-A responses vary; most avoid the prompt or fail to justify a response with sufficient reasoning. Nevertheless, due to the potential confirmed exposure of several high-ranking Foundation personnel to SCP-7301 and the resources available to them, it is currently believed that 2.6%7.9%16.2% 44.5% of all Foundation personnel have been exposed to SCP-7301.
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SCP-7301's second anomalous effect renders SCP-7301-A instances completely inoculated against all methods of memory removal or alteration known to the Foundation. This effect is present in 100% of observed SCP-7301 instances. Potential implications of this effect are poorly understood.
…years of experience with amnestics. They have become an essential tool to aid you all with the containment of anomalies and the upholding of the Veil protocol. And we are not denying this fact. But times have changed, my friends. Our mission statement all this time was to shield the public from the unknown, unexplained, and dangerous. We don't just secure and contain anomalies for no reason. We are doing this to protect the rest of humanity, ignorant of the dangers that lurk in the dark.
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Once, a long time ago, we were like you. We were the pioneers of cutting-edge paratechnology; we had pills that can tap into the very minds of humans, pills that can warp, dilate, and erase our memories. It was the foundation of modern containment and Veil preservation protocol. It was everything to us.
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But still, amnestics are twisted and just so…wrong, on many different levels. We prided ourselves on the protection of humanity and consensus reality against anomalous threats. Yet to achieve this goal, we had to intrude and interfere with countless human minds anomalously. Are we really protecting humanity from anomalous influence if we are anomalously affecting human memories ourselves? What about the extremely immoral method for harvesting critical amnestical components?
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So we've decided to change our ways. Less obtrusive alternatives to amnestics are in development. Reassessments regarding the Veil protocol are underway due to the massive surge of new anomalies and GOIs in recent years. Some folks call for the deprecation of the Veil or even complete removal from Foundation mission objectives, but personally, I think that's going too far.
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That brings us to now. We urge all of you to stop the usage and production of amnestics and to reassess containment methods with more morality in mind. At the end of the day, we are all Foundation. And we humbly request that our steps are followed to create a more ethical future for your world. This letter is a gift, a token of fellowship, and a symbol of our success in reforming containment methods. A proof of concept.
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Site-301 Administrative Staff identified the anomaly and current containment procedures were designed and implemented successfully..This statement has been flagged for potential memetic corruption.
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+Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7406 is to be kept in a 3 X 3 X 3 m airtight steel chamber, in Site-88. A Faraday cage is to be installed against the inside walls of the containment chamber. The use of a Faraday cage has proven ineffective against the entity's electromagnetic waves (See Addendum 7406.2). An infrared CCTV system must be operational in SCP-7406's cell. A toilet stall is to be installed in the chamber. The room is to be equipped with a double-door airlock system.
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Every 6 months, a member of D-Class personnel must be inserted into the room, since SCP-7406 doesn't consider animals' sanity as a source of food. The member of D-Class personnel is to be fed by an automatic food distribution system, and once the entity becomes psychologically detached from him, he must be evacuated from the chamber via the double-door airlock system. The member of D-Class personnel should then be terminated via lethal injections. Any other intrusion into the room is strictly forbidden.
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Description: SCP-7406 is a humanoid entity that is completely black, except for its eyes and teeth, which are white. About 2 meters high, SCP-7406 perpetually produces an unidentified black gas around its body, making its attributes hard to discern. SCP-7406 can be seen under infrared lights or by the naked eye of its victims.
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SCP-7406 feeds on the fear and mental degradation of a subject through stalking, making them afraid and paranoid, simultaneously destroying their mental state. The anomaly follows the same person throughout multiple stages of said stalking. The entity must have direct visual contact with its next victim to start its stalking process.
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Analysis: SCP-7406 determines habits, fears, and remorses it can use against its victim. This process lasts ~7 days, and the entity is currently invisible to the said victim. (At this point, the victim is now known as "SCP-7406-1".)
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SCP-7406-1 reports feelings of being watched, exponential paranoia, and fear of being followed/obscured. SCP-7406 will appear to his victim, seemingly staring at them from afar. The entity will be getting closer with time. If SCP-7406-1 tries to sleep, they might suffer from sleep paralysis and nocturnal terror. This stage lasts around 21 days.
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SCP-7406 will telepathically communicate voices to its victim. The words utilized by these voices vary from person to person but are always centered on death, destruction, and torment. This stage lasts until the detachment of the entity from its victim.
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SCP-7406 will cause small but irreversible damage to its victim's optic nerve through a telepathic process. The lesions created will affect the transfer of information between the victim's eyes and visual cortex, forcing horrific and traumatic hallucinations on the victim. These hallucinations include elements of immeasurable violence and [REDACTED]. This stage lasts for 9 days on average and is the last stage recorded.
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Some victims of SCP-7406 have been identified by the Foundation and have been interviewed by Dr. John Holland, before being administered Class-F and Class-G amnestics, as well as Class-E and Class-C in certain cases, without success. These victims seem to remember their contact with the entity, sometimes noting a tall black figure following them. The reason for the failure of amnestics to remove residual memories of SCP-7406 from SCP-7406-1 is unknown.
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This is the first time I write a journal. I don't know where to start honestly. I just felt like I needed to write about this, about all of this. Is this really what we are? I know we must ''Secure, Contain and Protect'', but… It's just wrong. That thing. It's wrong. I've seen what it did to those poor souls.
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Addendum 7406.1SCP-7406's Recovery Operation:
+On March 19th, 1989, MTF Iota-10 ''Damn Feds'' noticed a drastic increase in the number of cases of dementia and severe paranoia recorded by the US Department of Health and Human Services in Montgomery County, Tennessee. MTF Eta-10 ''See No Evil'' and MTF Mu-13 ''Ghostbusters'' were dispatched to the county in search of anomalous causes that would explain this increase.
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After employing various Foundation technologies to search for anomalous activities for three months1, SCP-7406 was located and documented for the first time by MTF Mu-13. SCP-7406 was spotted with the help of infrared goggles. SCP-7406-1 was identified shortly afterward.
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Exploration Video Log Transcript
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Date: June 17th, 1989, 0154 hours
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Exploration Team: Mobile Task Force Mu-13 - ''Ghostbusters''
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Area: Montgomery County, Tennessee, United States of America
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Team Lead: Cmdr. Alfred Hamlin
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Sgt. Petrov: What are we even looking for? We've been in this goddamn town for 3 months!
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Lance Cpl. Stewart: Not to mention we spent these 3 months trying not to be detected more than anything else.
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Op. Johannessen: Hey. I have an idea. Go the fuck home.
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Lt. Cmdr. Kemp: Shut it. All of you.
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Sgt. Petrov: What? Are you enjoying yourself right now, Commander?
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Lance Cpl. Stewart: It's not like Tennessee was super appealing…
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Op. Johannessen: The Holston River is pretty peaceful, though. You got to give them that.
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Lt. Cmdr. Kemp: I know this isn't your most thrilling operation, but how can you not be happy? It's probably the only time you'll have tranquility in your career.
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Op. Johannessen: We didn't choose this career to have tranquility, Sir.
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Lance Cpl. Stewart: Hey, Hamlin! Anything good out there?
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Sgt. Petrov:Douce France, cher pays de mon enfance…
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Op. Johannessen: What's that, now?
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Sgt. Petrov: An old French song. My mother used to sing it to me.
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Op. Lambert: That's Charles Trenet, right?
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Sgt. Petrov: Yes, it's him. I forgot you were French for a second.
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Op. Lambert: How does your mother know Trenet?
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Sgt. Petrov: She met him in a restaurant in Paris, back in '72.
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Lance Cpl. Stewart: Have we tried the infrared goggles?
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Team Leader Hamlin: And how about the infrared goggles, Lambert? Are they any good?
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Lance Cpl. Stewart: Oh, come on, Hamlin. Don't say it like it was your idea.
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Op. Lambert: Oh, what the hell. Use them goggles, fellas.
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Sgt. Petrov: It looks like… A black ghost? Anyway, it doesn't seem aggressive, for now…
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MTF Mu-13 tranquilized SCP-7406-1 and making sure that SCP-7406 was still following its victim, safely transported SCP-7406-1, and thus SCP-7406, in its containment chamber. After waking up, SCP-7406-1 traversed the final stages of SCP-7406's stalking, and suffered from symptoms induced by SCP-7406. After making sure that SCP-7406 was no longer psychologically attached to its victim, SCP-7406-1 was evacuated from the cell. With no direct visual contact with another living person, SCP-7406 was trapped and secured in its chamber. The victim was administered Class-F amnestics and interviewed by Dr. John Holland.
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Addendum 7406.2Incident 7406-A-1:
+At 0300 hours on the morning of December 22, 1989, SCP-7406 started to emit electromagnetic waves with an exponential radius of effect. These waves quickly disrupted the chamber's security system, then the entire site's. At 0330 hours, the site experienced multiple containment failures, and Site Director Dr. Phillip Foster ordered the following LRC request: 88/A/MAGENTA-AMBER. Automated Response Initiative AR-5 was deployed at 0342 hours, moments before MTF Eta-10, MTF Mu-13, and MTF Epsilon-11 were dispatched to Site-88. At 0402 hours, all of the Mobile Task Forces had entered the facility. At 0504, all anomalies were recontained, including SCP-7406. SCP-7406 had left its containment chamber and was pacing the corridors of Site-88, before coming across Dr. Fleming. After detection by MTF Mu-13 of SCP-7406's psychological attachment to the researcher, SCP-7406 was able to be recontained the same way it was first contained, with the unfortunate loss of Dr. Fleming, who was afterward terminated to avoid unnecessary suffering.
Albert. Albert Fleming. That's the name their unconsciousness killed. Albert, my friend, I'm so sorry. I could have prevented this. I should have prevented this. I still can't believe you're gone. Just yesterday you were so full of life.
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+''The unfortunate loss of Dr. Fleming.'' They act like they had nothing to do with his death. They lie to themselves until they believe their own frauds. They act like that thing is the one causing suffering, yet they are blind at how many people they push into its claws for the sake of science. They caused all of this.
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+Maybe the United Nations were right. I think Bettencourt still works there. Should I? Could I? And even if I did, would he be still there? Would he help? Either my decision will save us all, or it will be a mistake that could not have been more catastrophic.
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After the incident, Dr. Sylvia Omar and Senior Researcher Dr. John Holland theorized that the electromagnetic waves emitted by SCP-7406 were used by the entity in order to better locate signatures of human life. The use of a Faraday cage to stop these waves has been commissioned by Dr. Holland. The use of a Faraday cage proved to be ineffective and was removed from the containment procedures after a second breach, 6 months after the first one. Since SCP-7406 was now closely monitored, a site-wide containment breach was avoided, the electromagnetic waves having only deactivated the room's cameras before the decision was made to provide a member of D-Class personnel to the entity.
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Given this situation, Dr. Omar decided to introduce "Protocol 7406-Delta", which consists of introducing a member of D-Class personnel into SCP-7406's chamber every 6 months. A request has been made to build an outpost subordinate to Site-88, which would facilitate the monitoring and containment of SCP-7406. The request is still pending.
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To: Senior Researcher John Holland, ten.pics|dnallohJ#ten.pics|dnallohJ
+From: Asst. Dir. of Security Carlos Gonzales, ten.pics|selaznogC#ten.pics|selaznogC
+Subject: New Security Measures Surrounding SCP-7406.
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Greetings, Dr. Holland,
+You may have noticed the addition of a mandatory connection to SCiP.NET and the use of a memetic kill agent to access the full SCP-7406 article. The decision to implement this was prompted by a recent investigation by Site-88's security department.
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Following incident 7406-A-1 and its aftermath, the investigators and myself discovered something troubling, to say the least. I've granted you the necessary clearance level in order to gain access to the results of the investigation, so you must remember that the following pieces of information are classified.
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In short, we believe that the containment breach was not directly related to SCP-7406. After reviewing the security footage of the containment breach, we noticed some sort of small metal device on SCP-7406's back. After consultation with your friend and colleague, Dr. Sylvia Omar, we believe that this device is foreign to SCP-7406 and that it may have originated from a Group of Interest external to our organization.
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We will soon try to send a member of Class-D personnel on a mission to retrieve said device, and perhaps finally conclude what were the real causes of incident 7406-A-1. For the sake of our investigation, your request to build an outpost subordinate to Site-88 for SCP-7406 will probably be granted in order to access SCP-7406's chamber and to better monitor the entity in the future. In the meantime, any experiment or operation involving SCP-7406 must not take place without my agreement. If I ever need you, I'll be in touch.
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+That's what she kept saying as we sent those poor people into the devil's pit. It never occurred to her that they are fucking people??
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+There's another thing that psycho used to say about them.
+''Crack your whip and strike your beast. Make the Class-Ds walk or die, but in the name of God, make sure you're ahead of science. All the stragglers who croak will go to the collective grave.''
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+Addendum 7406.3Interview with SCP-7406's victims:
Foreword: Dr. Holland impersonated an agent of the United States Department of Health and Human Services in order to obtain information about SCP-7406.
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Dr. John Holland: Good morning, sir. I'm… Dr. Ricky… Fontaine, from the United States Department of Health and Human Services. How are you today?
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Scott Laurier: Hello…
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Scott Laurier: I'm good. I think. How about you, Doc. Fontaine?
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Dr. Holland: I'm fine, thank you. For the record, could you please declare your identity?
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Scott Laurier: This is being recorded?
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Dr. Holland: Only to be able to manage your file better.
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Mr. Laurier seems hesitant to respond.
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Dr. Holland: Don't worry. You're safe here.
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Scott Laurier: My name is Scott Laurier, but I was called Scotty in high school. I'm 67 and am a retired firefighter. I'm also married. Do you need more?
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Dr. Holland consults her papers. Mr. Laurier's wife officially died seven years ago.
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Dr. Holland: Could you tell me more about your wife? Her name was… is Doriane, am I right?
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Scott Laurier: Yes, that's her name. She's one year older than me. We met in high school. I don't know why I got so lucky, but she was my first relationship, and even after 50 years, I still love her as I did from the start. We actually planned on going to the movies when you'll leave.
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Dr. Holland: And where is she, now?
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Scott Laurier: In our room I suppose. She likes to dress up before going to the movies. I like it.
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Dr. Holland: Was she involved in any… incident seven years ago? In April, I think.
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Scott Laurier: Well, she had a car crash if I remember correctly. But nothing serious, just a couple of bruises. She spent a day and a half in the hospital before coming home. I decided to play a trick on her that day. Before I went to pick her up from the hospital, I decorated our whole house like it was Christmas. I put up a Christmas tree in the living room and decorated it all over, I put garlands everywhere, I put lights on the balcony… The idea was to make her think she had spent the whole year in the hospital!
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Dr. Holland: And how did she react?
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Scott Laurier: Obviously there wasn't much snow left, so she knew it was just a joke. But she loves Christmas, so she was really happy. It was fun for me to do it, and she was happy to see me making her a cup of hot chocolate.
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Dr. Holland: You really love her, it seems.
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Scott Laurier: More than you can imagine.
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Mr. Scott Laurier's wife has been declared officially dead shortly after her arrival at Clarksville Regional Medical Center, following her accident. It seems that Mr. Laurier's memories were later falsified, perhaps by SCP-7406 and its effects.
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Dr. Holland: So, let's continue our conversation. I was assigned to you because you reported feeling… observed? Can you tell me more about it?
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Scott Laurier: Well…
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Mr. Laurier stands up and backs against the wall, seemingly frightened.
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Scott Laurier: WHO ARE YOU? WHY DID YOU BRING THAT THING HERE?
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Dr. Holland: Mr. Laurier, calm down. There is nothing in the room with us. You're safe.
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Scott Laurier: No. NO! It's here. It's looking at me. WHY IS IT ALWAYS FOLLOWING ME?
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Dr. Holland stands up, approaching Mr. Laurier. He closes his eyes and lies on the floor in the fetal position.
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Scott Laurier: Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop…
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Mr. Laurier starts having seizures. He is escorted out of the room by two medical attendants.
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<End Log, 14h41>
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Closing Statement: Mr. Scott Laurier has been administered Class-F, Class-E and Class-G amnestics. These do not appear to have any effect.
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Interviewed: Mrs. Judy Roberts
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Interviewer: Dr. John Holland.
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Foreword: Dr. Holland impersonated an agent of the United States Department of Health and Human Services in order to obtain information about SCP-7406.
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<Begin Log, 17h56, November 24, 1989.>
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Dr. John Holland: Good afternoon. I'm Dr. Ricky… Fontaine, from the United States Department of Health and Human Services. How are you this evening?
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Judy Roberts: …
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Dr. Holland: Is there something wrong?
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Judy Roberts:Unintelligible
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Dr. Holland: Could you repeat, ma'am?
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Judy Roberts: Are you… with that thing?
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Dr. Holland: What ''thing''? Don't worry, I'm here to help yo…
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Mrs. Judy Roberts lets out a raucous laugh.
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Judy Roberts: It's there for me. I know it! I know it since the beginning!
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Mrs. Roberts stared at Dr. Holland, before smiling at him.
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Dr. Holland: Mrs. Roberts, are you all right?
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Mrs. Roberts doesn't respond. Subject is seen jumping on Dr. Holland in an attempt to strangle him. Two medical assistants storm into the room and restrain Mrs Roberts. She is removed from the room.
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Dr. Holland: *Cough* …What has this thing done to her?
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<End Log, 18h02>
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Closing Statement: Mrs. Judy Roberts has been administered Class-E and Class-G amnestics. These do not appear to have any effect.
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Interviewed: Mr. Andrew Lance
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Interviewer: Dr. John Holland
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Foreword: Dr. Holland impersonated an agent of the United States Department of Health and Human Services in order to obtain information about SCP-7406.
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<Begin Log, 13h24, November 25, 1989.>
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Dr. John Holland: Hello, sir. I'm Dr. Ricky Fontaine, from the United States Department of Health and Human Services. How are you doing?
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Andrew Lance: I'm fine, thanks for asking.
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Dr. Holland: Would you mind declaring your identity? For the record, that is.
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Andrew Lance: Why? Are you saying that because you actually care about my identity, about who I am, about what I've been through? Or do you ask just to get your paycheck after this interview?
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Dr. Holland: I ask so we can organize your files better, which will make it easier for us to understand what you lived.
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Andrew Lance: Andrew Lance. 26. Are you with that thing?
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Dr. Holland: What thing, Andrew?
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Andrew Lance: That black thing. It was always following me…
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Dr. Holland: Could you extrapolate a bit more, please?
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Andrew Lance: He was everywhere. He was everything. He was…
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Mr. Lance suddenly stops talking. His pupils seem to dilate.
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Dr. Holland: Mr. Lance? Mr. Lance! Andrew!
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Dr. Holland starts snapping his fingers. Mr. Lance isn't responsive.
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Dr. Holland: Andrew! I'm here with you, you're safe.
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Mr. Lance starts screaming and stands up. He stops screaming and starts to back up.
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Dr. Holland: Are you okay Andrew?
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Mr. Lance's pupils return to their normal condition. Mr. Lance looks at Dr. Holland, seemingly confused.
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Andrew Lance: What happened? I was just sitting on that chair…
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Dr. Holland: You have had… an absence… Does this happen often to you?
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Andrew Lance: I… I don't kn…
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Dr. Holland: We need to get a way to help those people to forget about that thing…
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<End Log, 13h32>
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Closing Statement: Mr. Andrew Lance has been administered Class-F, Class-C and Class-G amnestics. These do not appear to have any effect.
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I cried after these interviews. A lot. To think that this thing is still alive makes me sick. I'm not part of the SCP Foundation anymore. I'm still getting paid by them, for now, but… It's not the same. I smile in spite of myself, the disguise of joy that I wear to hide the shame I feel for my work makes me think of a poor clown suffering from weariness.
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+My mouth wouldn't dare tell them all my secrets, my painful tragedy. Because the cause of all my torments, this organization, is too powerful. We warm her up with kisses and pull her pillows up. But one day she will die. She will die, just like the horrors she refuses to eliminate. They are to preoccupied with wether they can and never stopped to consider wether they should.
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+And yet, there are so many tears and distress in it, that it will never, ever, ever really leave us.
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+Fleming. You were to most loyal to this Foundation. So please forgive me for what I will do. But I must do it. To stop this thing, and help these people. I've made my decision. I will flee, leaving my past behind, without remorse.
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The GOC is my only option, I must contact them.
+Former Senior Researcher John Holland
Any sighting of SCP-7484 is to be reported through the typical reporting channels for vehicular anomalies. At least two local personnel, preferably those planted within local police departments, are to pursue and funnel SCP-7484 into unpopulated roads until demanifestation.
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Any police involved in the incident are to be administered Class B amnestics and returned to their respective communities.
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CONTAINMENT ADDENDUM
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SCP-7484 recently manifested in the parking lot of its current Site, nudging the cars involved in the previous chase without demanifestation. Subsequently, a permanent containment chamber was provided within the Site under the following specifications:
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SCP-7484 is to be housed in a 125m by 175m playpen at least 7.5m high. The playpen's floor should be dug 2.5 m into the ground, preferably with natural lighting. The playpen is to resemble the typical architecture and physical state of urban areas in the United States.
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At least two of the ten AI-operated, unmanned vehicles designed as police cars from various states within the U.S. are to pursue SCP-7484 during daily playing sessions. The number of vehicles will increase by one every eight minutes, simulating its usual chase sequences until SCP-7484 expresses the desire to stop. Approved staff are allowed to operate these vehicles via remote control. All staff can view SCP-7484 within its containment chamber via the one-way observation windows throughout its surrounding hallways.
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Description: SCP-7484 is resembles an unoccupied automobile capable of crudely imitating other vehicles.
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The logos on the front and trunk do not match one another or follow any typical design conventions aside from their chrome appearance, shifting between imitations. All moving parts have been replaced with fixed protrusions shaped to resemble their real counterparts, except for the complete absence of either pedal. Similarly, the doors, hood, and trunk are differentiated by indented outlines and do not constitute separate parts from the rest of the exterior, which is negligibly more durable than a nonanomalous vehicle and regenerates over long periods. The vehicle's underside is a smooth, black surface rather than the typical vehicle components, likely due to its inability to see and understand such with nonanomalous cars.
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Research into the exact mechanisms behind the functionality of the wheels is currently on hold to avoid disrupting SCP-7484's daily leisure any further. Disassembly Dissection of SCP-7484 for further analysis has been preemptively disallowed by the Ethics Committee.
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SCP-7484 will manifest along roads exclusively within the United States, typically on highways. The manifestation or demanifestation has never been observed, including by witnesses or surveillance at the location, implying that both require or influence a location's viewers to become distracted such that it isn't seen.
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After manifestation, SCP-7484 will begin to incite a chase with police from around the United States. All police involved attempted to pursue a criminally speeding vehicle in the local area matching SCP-7484 despite its absence on any security footage outside its confirmed location. After being led onto a highway, they are relocated to the confirmed location of SCP-7484. None reported noticing this until the demanifestation of SCP-7484.
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While SCP-7484 is a disruptive and widespread anomaly by nature, video analysis suggests that it is a sentient animal with a strong desire for play. The typical chase is its preferred “game.” Before a chase, SCP-7484 often acts similarly to an extroverted dog or other household pet (refer to the attached abridged video transcripts). It is possible that SCP-7484 views other vehicles as equally sentient.
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It has little regard for conventional animals, including humans. It only engages with cars and ignores their drivers unless provoked. However, on multiple occasions, it has intentionally tricked individuals into believing it is their car (see scp-7484_transcript15_abridged.txt) with the intent to kill or otherwise harm them.
These are four abridged video transcripts selected from the 24 kept on record by Site Director Abelson.
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Date (DD/MM/YYYY): 5/6/2020
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8:57 AM: SCP-7484 is seen nudging a police vehicle parked in front of a gas station with its front bumper. As the pursuit begins, SCP-7484 appears to "jump excitedly" using its wheels.
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9:09 AM: The first appearance of non-local police is noted when SCP-7484 reaches the intersection of U.S. Route 17 and the I-95 highway.
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9:23 AM: SCP-7484 continues maneuvering with apparent excitement and joy, often jumping and drifting.
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10:AM: SCP-7484 slows down and exits the I-95 via the U.S. 78 before demanifestation.
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File: scp-7484_transcript14_abridged.txt
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Date (DD/MM/YYYY): 12/8/2020
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11:37 AM: SCP-7484 is seen nudging an unoccupied police vehicle in a gas station parking lot, leading the owner to exit the building immediately and attempt to shoot out the anomaly's tires. In response, SCP-7484 rams the police officer against the gas station.
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11:38 AM: Continuing to nudge the police vehicle, the car does not respond, leading SCP-7484 to somberly roll away, lowering itself on its wheels low enough to audibly scrape the pavement.
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11:39 AM: SCP-7484 demanifests in a local parking garage.
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File: scp-7484_transcript18_abridged.txt
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Date (DD/MM/YYYY): 15/8/2020
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1:21 PM: SCP-7484 shows masterful proficiency in maneuvering itself, taking more aggressive turns at faster speeds to evade a group of 15 police cars, inadvertently leading two of these cars to crash into one another. SCP-7484 nears the wreckage and nudges both cars with its front bumper, appearing to back away with remorse after damaging the two cars. However, in leaving, it runs over two of the policemen who had been flung out, killing them.
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1:24 PM: SCP-7484 demanifests in an alley.
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File: scp-7484_transcript15_abridged.txt
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8:10 PM: SCP-7484 appears outside of a bar and parks next to the sidewalk.
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8:13 PM: A car drives in and parks directly in front of SCP-7484 and its owner pays the parking meter. Once the owner is inside the bar, SCP-7484 moves it into an unpaid space and noticeably shifts to resemble the car.
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9:033 PM: The car is towed.
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10:10 PM: The owner exits the bar, noticeably intoxicated, and enters SCP-7484.
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10:20 PM: For the duration of the drive, the owner is visibly looking for ways to escape until restrained by a seatbelt. SCP-7484 then drives along an off-road trail, breaking contact with security cameras.
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11:52 PM: SCP-7484 returns driverless before demanifesting in a local parking garage. The driver was later found deceased with severe abrasions and internal damage consistent with vehicle collisions.
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The video examination shows that the car owner never opened the door himself; instead, it shows that the door had opened for him. Additionally, the door did not open rigidly but had instead bent open as if being peeled. This shows that SCP-7484 may not have traditional mechanisms and functionalities but can emulate them via its shapeshifting and imitation capabilities.
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More on the actions taken by SCP-7484, this is not severely out of character. Referring to the full transcripts, there are five other instances in which something similar had occurred.
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I don't think it enjoys physical chases. It enjoys mental chases, leading us in and letting us try to capture it or at least figure it out—not just a physical pursuit but a mental pursuit. This is, quite frankly, concerning if it is the case. If it is, it came here with ulterior motives and is likely more intelligent than we've been led to believe.
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+Regarding SCP-7484's Containment(DD/MM/YY) (14/2/24)
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We need to stop treating SCP-7484 like a tamed animal. It is not a car, a pet, harmless, or even contained. When a bear walks into your tent and you cover it in a tarp, do you call it safe?
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+Our current containment procedures are significantly flawed. SCP-7484 is durable, can outrun any pursuit, can teleport vehicles nationwide, and can demanifest at will. Yet, we’ve given it nothing more than a playpen. It is not contained.
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+At the very least, SCP-7484's object class should be changed to Keter. We don't have proper containment measures in place to ensure it isn’t going anywhere.
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+Re:Regarding SCP-7484's Containment(DD/MM/YY) (15/2/24)
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Good afternoon, Dr. Trayan,
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+The points you raised were not overlooked. We have already submitted a request for object reclassification and are developing more effective containment measures. However, the technology for such is being shipped in from Storage Site-23, and there's little we can do in the week until then. Regardless, it’s better that it stays here than not, whether or not it has ulterior motives. A relocation attempt or anything similar could prompt it to leave.
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Addendum (DD/MM/YY): (19/2/24)
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SCP-7484 has been reclassified as Keter. Recovery efforts and revised containment procedures are currently under development. See Incident Report 7484-17-02-24 for more information.
SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Per this item's Cernunnos.Item can be functionally contained, but the Foundation cannot achieve this for logistical and/or ethical reasons. classification, full-scale containment or termination of SCP-7566 may not under any circumstances be attempted. To ensure the continued smooth operation of Area-12 and the safety and well-being of its personnel, containment measures will be limited to individual D-Class pest control units as deemed necessary by facilities management and security authorities.
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A policy of vigilance and diligence must be followed whilst traversing infrequently populated or under-construction sectors of Area-12. Personnel are to be discouraged from venturing into deprecated facilities, as these are disproportionately utilized as habitat by SCP-7566. Any such excursions must be undertaken with a designated security detail trained in the detection and disposal of SCP-7566.
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Infrastructure displaying atypically perceptible signs of SCP-7566 infestation.
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DESCRIPTION: SCP-7566 is a population of iridescent, pale-skinned megafaunal cephalopods inhabiting various elements of internal infrastructure at Area-12.
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A classified research operation conducted in May of 1976 within several caverns near Chesapeake Bay, Virginia resulted in the retrieval of various SCP-7566 specimens, along with the body of renowned cryptozoologist [REDACTED].Known to have operated under the alias of “The Maryland Snallygaster“ in the unVeiled cryptozoologist community. who had been reported missing weeks earlier..Autopsy determined cause of death to be terminal dehydration. Instances of SCP-7566 were found by Foundation biospeleologists to be utilizing large, flattened rocks attached to their dextrous appendages with an adhesive ink excreted from their tentacles in an effort to disguise themselves against their cave wall dugouts, lying in wait to ambush prey.
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Additionally found endemic to the caverns were a unique species of hard-shelled cephalopod initially mistaken for common terrestrial snails, though non-anomalous cephalopods are strictly marine animals. This species appears closest-related to Coleoids, a subclass of cephalopod including cuttlefish, octopodes, and squid. However, the acquired specimens initially possessed large mollusc shells characteristic of Nautiloids; it is suspected that this species has, like hermit crabs, acquired the behavior of occupying the shells of deceased molluscs. This supposition is further corroborated by the presence within the shell of the inky black substance these creatures employ as an adhesive. How they have evolved to survive on land remains unclear. Analysis of both this new species and SCP-7566’s genomes suggest the two to be distantly taxonomically related. Further SCP classification pending.
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Shortly following transfer of surviving SCP-7566 instances to Area-12, a specimen escaped its transitive containment harness, likely as the result of an insufficient sedative dose. Research and security staff were unable to fully quarantine the relevant lab facilities before being attacked. One researcher was immediately devoured and several others fatally injured before the SCP-7566 instance fled into the recesses of Area-12. Per the prevalence of further instances discovered loose in the facility following this incident, it is now believed the specimen was pregnant at the time of its escape.
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Rocks desirable for use in SCP-7566's “shells” are obviously not present at Area-12, leaving the squid-like creatures vulnerable to predation and environmental effects. They are, furthermore, nearly blind, displaying only the weakest visual acuity to light due to their cavernous natural habitat. They mainly sense their surrounding environment through vibration. SCP-7566 have therefore adapted their adhesive capabilities for camouflage utilizing modular structural hardware within the facility, with an almost exclusive focus on hinged doors. SCP-7566 instances are generally attracted to condemned, disused, or otherwise low-traffic regions of Area-12, wherein each individual will remove a door from its hinges, attach forelegs and upper body to the door's surface, then either enter the opposite side of the open doorway and carefully insert the door back into its frame, or excavate a section of wall via makeshift hard scrap implements and occupy that space in similar fashion..It is theorized that the adhesive secreted from a specimen’s tentacles synthesizes within its stomach acid as it consumes rubble. While unconfirmed, this would explain both the as-yet-undetermined source of the adhesive ink and the mysterious disappearance of excavated materials. These “shell doors” are particularly difficult to detect in darkened areas; juvenile SCP-7566 specimens will often perform their camouflage behind doors leading to unused rooms and/or maintenance corridors.
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SCP-7566 instances can lie in wait for a functionally interminable interval, feeding off insects, rodents, and other pests, utilizing their enhanced pallesthesia to sense when larger prey draws near and emitting a variety of “knocking” vocalizations, mimicking the sound of a human knocking on the door. When approached, the instance will then silently erupt from its dugout, temporarily cracking its makeshift shell to allow for the forceful projection of a tri-clawed prehensile tongue with which it grips its prey by the throat and pierces their vocal cords..Likely in an effort to prevent the prey from alerting others. Once in its grip, the prey is dragged behind the shell, which is quickly reassembled. Here the specimen will proceed to either quickly consume its prey whole, or carefully dismember it to share with its young.
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Since coming on as a therapist at Area-12, I've been trying to figure out why everyone is so stressed, on edge, just plain freaked out all the time. Finally someone pointed me to this file, and now I get it. What I don't get: why the hell hasn't this ongoing containment breach been dealt with yet? How is it even POSSIBLE that these things have been loose in the facility for so long? They should have been wiped out decades ago!
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They didn’t brief you on 7566 at on-boarding? It's really not that easy. Think of them as termites.
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Fine, do not think of them as termites. Think of them as the sea creatures which consume shipwrecks and leave ship-shaped corpses behind. They don't eat our infrastructure, they replace it.
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I still don't see why this hasn't been fixed, but now I also don't see why the file is lacking the explanatory context you just provided.
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Morale. For one thing, clearing the things out and replacing all the affected superstructure would take longer than constructing an entirely new facility. Hence, Cernunnos.
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This is an ELIDAR cross-section of Area-12, right?
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We need to evacuate the entire facility.
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No. No, we don't. We've got work to do, and that work requires a great deal of patience and attention to detail. Just like the work 7566 is doing. Just like the work required to not get grabbed by them. You haven't been here long enough to really get it, so don't beat yourself up.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7570 is currently contained within an abandoned lumber mill, 40 km east of Milam, Texas. No less than four armed guards should be stationed within the nearby Foundation Site-7 at a time to monitor the area and ensure Senior Researcher Regan Morgan is not interrupted during her research on SCP-7570. Anyone caught trespassing on the site should be captured and questioned on their knowledge of the anomaly. A majority of trespassers are lost locals who should be amnesticized and placed back into society according to standard procedure. Members of any GOI should be brought directly to the O5-Council for questioning.
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The erasure of SCP-7570-1 is the highest priority of the Foundation. Senior Researcher Regan Morgan has been given a temporary extension on her clearance due to her relationship with SCP-7570-1. Any anomaly she thinks might be beneficial to her research will be provided to her after review of the O5 Council.
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Description: SCP-7570 is a machine housed within an abandoned lumber mill near Milam, Texas. SCP-7570 is a temporal displacement device capable of transmitting a constant projection from any point in the past back to the present. The device can simulate the past with no apparent limit; as the furthest point reached by Senior Researcher Regan Morgan was well beyond the creation of our universe.
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The Foundation first became aware of SCP-7570 after the minuscule town of Milam, Texas was discovered to be consuming power equivalent to that of Chicago. Foundation Agents investigated the abnormality and discovered the dead body of Francis Connery laying against SCP-7570. Connery was a NASA scientist and known procurer of anomalous technology. The Forensics Department ruled this death a suicide due to the self-inflicted gunshot wound. Forensic investigators stated that the incident happened weeks before SCP-7570's discovery. The function of the anomaly was soon discovered along with Connery's journal1 which was wholly destroyed excluding its last page. Regan Morgan’s journal2 contains all information gathered from the notes Connery destroyed.
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Addendum 1: Francis Connery’s Journal
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Why did God create the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil? He created the world down to the last atom; he knows everything that has and will happen so why did he create the tree, knowing the serpent would seduce Eve into defiance? Why did he create humanity, knowing of their coming betrayal? Why did he deny Cain’s offering, knowing of the coming fratricide? Why did he give Samson a critical weakness knowing it would be exploited? Why did he make David see Bathsheba bathing on the roof knowing of the blood soon to be spilled? Why did he sow the wind knowing he’d reap the whirlwind?
I’m being relocated today. I wasn’t told much but I don’t really think it matters anyway. Our funding has been running low for months and Lonnie told me yesterday we’d likely be thrown to random anomalies soon. Can’t say I was too surprised when I got the email today. In fact, the only emotion I felt was anger. Some random Mekhanite piece of trash in backwater East Texas is apparently much more important than our work here. So important they only sent a Junior Researcher to investigate and conjure up the report.
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It’s times like these that I wonder why we do this job. Yes, I know, secure, contain, protect—but what does that mean at this point? The majority of people here consider the Foundation a prison but that’s not true—prison offers a chance at rehabilitation. The Foundation is a tomb, we lock up things and leave them to rot. Endlessly labeling and categorizing inconveniences before throwing them in a tomb and locking them away. Lonnie was going to change that, Lonnie was going to offer rehabilitation for humanoid anomalies, we were going to change the way the Foundation operated forever. Then they cut our funding and stole our researchers in order to continue labeling and organizing inconveniences for them.
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I’ve learned a bit more about the anomaly I’m assigned to and I can’t say I’m not excited. It’s incredible they’re letting such a low-level operative work on such an anomaly. Though, in all honesty, I don’t think the Site Director really understood the impact this thing could have. Okay, I’m getting ahead of myself, let me try to explain what it is.
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As far as the MTF could tell, it was a time machine. A big globe-shaped monstrosity that allows you to observe any time in the past. It doesn’t travel forward, but that doesn’t take away from how incredibly important this thing is. Any mystery that history has forgotten can be completely clarified. Cold murder cases? Solved. Speculating about dinosaurs using only their bones? A thing of the past. The birth of humanity? You can watch it like a movie. I’m shaking thinking of the possibilities. My job is to find out how it works, write a report, and they've given me a week to do it. A full week. Fuck that, I'm exploring now,
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I ship out tomorrow; they gave me two MTF agents to be my guard dogs. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to stick around before they realize what this can do but I hope it’s long enough to hit some of my highlight areas, I’m going to write ideas here while I’m traveling:
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-What happened with the whole “Croatoan” thing.
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-The first humans.
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-The audience's reaction to Vader in “Empire Strikes Back” on opening night.
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-Give Laika a pat on the head.
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I’m sure I’ll come up with more but right now that’s all I have. I’m in Milam now, we’re set up in this cabin a few miles out from the machine. I got my own room and the two MTF guys are sleeping together, I offered to take the couch but they seemed to prefer being together. I tried to strike up a conversation but the guys mostly kept to themselves. That’s fine, I might actually enjoy that more.
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ENTRY 3
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The machine is more complex than I originally anticipated. I’ve been here all day and have only now started to understand how it operates. I’ll do my best to transcribe that here, but in all honesty, it's equivalent to a mouse explaining how an air fryer works. When I got here I went through the motions of setting up a desk and laptop outside of the globe. With my battle station ready, I looked through the journals and files that the original owner left behind. I was doing my best to understand the tatters of writing and diagrams but it seemed like the notes were useless jargon even before they were ripped apart. There are, however, a bunch of mentions of something called a “wrist-pad”, from what I can tell it’s what controls the machine. I need it in order to operate SCP-7570 properly and until I find the device our time machine is nothing more than a hunk of unhelpful garbage. After an hour of searching with no luck, I approached the MTF guys to see if they knew anything about it.
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When I stepped outside the smell of cigarette smoke hit my breath, the guards appeared to have made themselves at home. They sat on two worn folding chairs facing the yellow forest ahead. As I approached I watched them pass the dart back and forth with stories following close behind. I asked them about the wrist-pad much to their annoyance. Apparently, they knew about something found on the previous owner that could be described as a "wrist-pad" but it was off the nearest site, still attached to the dead guy. Annoyance made a reappearance when I told them I needed the device. I impatiently watched a game of rock, paper, scissors that felt like it had a few too many ties, but eventually the guy named Adam lost. The MTF agent grumbled as he called the guys transporting the body and left to meet up with them for the wrist-pad. After that, the other guy, Joseph, got bored and joined me in the lumber mill.
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Joseph took an interest in the machine that I didn’t expect from him. At the moment I was studying the wiring and he started asking questions, a lot of questions. To be honest I couldn’t answer most of them as I didn’t really know what I was looking at myself. I spent my early career working on SCP-217 so I knew the Mekhanite signature. Yet, this didn’t match any tech from the church. The more I looked the less the machine made sense, at times appearing to be a random assortment of parts. Wires seemed to create loops back into themselves while some didn’t seem to connect to anything at all. Whatever was holding this thing together seemed to be thaumaturgical in nature rather than mechanical.
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Upon telling Joseph it was a time machine he seemed to latch on to the idea. He began to attack me with questions, asking about things in history we had never figured out. The zodiac killer, JFK, was the moon landing faked, the tank guy from that one video. I couldn’t show him any of these things without the wrist-pad but that didn’t mean I couldn’t turn the machine on. You see, the wrist-pad controlled SCP-7570 but it didn’t activate it. While tinkering that the inner workings I discovered the simulation automatically activates when someone steps inside. The only time it could show was a bit grim but Joseph was insistent we check it out. With nothing more I could really gather from the outside, I relented and led him in.
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The interior was a sight to behold. As the two of us stepped inside we stared up at the giant dome looming twenty feet over us, the walls lined with an assortment of lenses and screens. The floor was soft and gave a bit when you stepped on it, not unlike a trampoline. There was little order in the chaos on the walls but that didn’t take away from the grandiose feeling gathered from stepping inside. It carried the same aura as a throne or cathedral. I led Joseph inside and shut the hatch behind us. The machine activated and almost instantly the dome started to fill with green smoke. I wasn’t sure what the smoke was but when it slithered up my body I could smell the distinct aroma of roasted chestnuts. I stepped out into the middle and waited until all I saw was green and then watched the lenses activate.
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The green curtains fell away as light started to shine through the clouds. Eventually, we saw shapes slowly form around us until we were no longer in the dome. We were standing outside the lumber mill, birds were singing, and the morning sun was peeking over the horizon. Joseph was in amazement, asking me how it worked.
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I explained as best I could, telling him that the lenses simulate the environment onto the smoke around us. The entire machine basically acts as a projector that shows exclusively the past, we aren’t actually taken back through time, only shown it. The reason we were able to walk around was due to the floor acting as a kind of treadmill, when I stepped forward the floor would move back, keeping me in the middle and moving the simulation accordingly.
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I watched him reach out and touch a tree only for it to vanish into green smoke, he laughed, obviously in pure awe. I felt a smile creep across my face, the thought crossed my mind that Amelia would like this. Joseph reminded me of her in a lot of ways, there was a spark of light in his eyes that filled me with bittersweet nostalgia. Eventually, I pushed the thought from my mind and stepped forward, leading Joseph into the lumber mill.
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“Where are we?” he asked.
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“The right question is-”
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“Don’t finish that joke!” Joseph said, “I’ve heard it in every time travel movie for the past decade.”
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There was a pause for a moment before I quickly blurted out, “When are we!”
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“Motherfucker.”
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“But to answer your question we’re a few weeks before our current time, it’s the last time the machine was powered on with a wrist-pad inside of it.”
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Just as I finished speaking a man burst from the machine, he was older and looked to be covered in a thin layer of grime. He seemed frantic, like a feral animal, stumbling and breathing heavily. This was Francis Connery, another aspect of the mission that Joseph was uninformed on, referring to him only as ‘dead guy’. I found it strange that MTF agents weren’t told so much about the missions they were assigned to. It seemed the Foundation's lack of resources in the previous months had affected more than just us researchers.
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I explained Connery to him using the information that came with my files. He was a NASA scientist and very skilled at his job. So skilled, in fact, that he learned about the anomalous world and evaded amnesticization. It took the Foundation one week to decide he wasn’t worth the resources and gave up on the search. Joseph found this tale unbelievable as he considered the Foundation pretty ironclad in its operations. This isn't an uncommon belief, but the truth is that this happened a lot more than most people probably think. Sometimes we can’t find the person or the situation is so crazy that witnesses sound insane to any normal individual. Most of the GOIs consist of these civilians who ran from the Foundation and had nowhere else to turn. Connery was one such person who took a keen interest in anomalous tech he could purchase from MC&D.
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Joseph listened to my lengthy explanation with bated breath while Connery took his time shredding and burning years of research around us. I found Joseph’s fascination endearing, his curiosity and eagerness to learn would have made him a brilliant researcher in another time. It also led him to his next question.
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“What made him go all crazy and shit?”
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“No idea, whatever he saw he didn’t write about.” I answered, “Or maybe he did and just shredded it. The only thing I’ve found that’s legible is the short paragraph he’s about to start writing right… now.” I said as Connery picked up the book and wrote wildly.
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Joseph stood at his side, watching him write and reading it aloud, when Connery finished Joseph asked, “What does that mean?”
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“I don’t know.” I lied. “Seems to me he just went crazy.”
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“Really? You don’t have any idea, theory, or anything like that?” he said, calling my bluff.
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“Well, there is one theory.” I said, “He was a very religious man from what I’ve been told. First one in the pew every Sunday type. From how he’s writing, it sounds like Francis is listing inconsistencies he’s noticed but never acknowledged till now. My guess is that he found something that didn’t align with his religion. It was too much for him and he…” we both fell silent as Connery retrieved his gun and killed himself with no hesitation.
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“Damn,” Joseph said, “That’s depressing.”
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“Are you religious?” I asked, unsure I could provide any comfort if he said yes.
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“No.” he thankfully replied, “I don’t think there’s many in our line of work that can be. I’ve seen things happen to men that the cruelest gods wouldn’t allow. But I was, and I think it still has a hold on me in ways I don’t realize. When I think of things like the past and future I picture scripture without even thinking about it. I guess I’m like him in a lot of ways, you commit so much of your life to something that it’s hard to let go.”
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Joseph seemed deep in thought and I experienced the all too familiar feeling of not knowing what to say when someone spills their heart out to you. Eventually, I went with the old classic, “It be like that.”
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We eventually left with the bitterness of the situation still residing inside of us. As we stepped outside Joseph offered me a cigarette to help with the grimness. I took it and talked with Joseph until Adam returned. I probably shouldn’t be writing all this non-vital information here but it’s kinda therapeutic. Might make this my personal journal and have another strictly for work. We’ll see how it goes.
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With the wrist-pad, traveling through time is now possible but I still haven’t been able to do so. The device itself is a tablet attached to a brace meant to clamp around the user’s forearm. I wasn’t delighted to see the numerous needles lining the inside of the brace, likely meant to create some neural connection. I really don’t get paid enough for this but I bit down on a piece of wood I found and latched the device into my forearm. The pain is really impossible to describe so I won’t try to. Just know Joseph found be passed out on my desk because of it.
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With that done I attempted to operate the machine and there’s a few changes I’ve noticed since I acquired the wrist-pad. The first being that the simulation seems much more vivid than before. On my previous explorations the world looked clear enough but there were complications. Some places looked more blurry than others, not unlike my eyesight without glasses. Since I’ve acquired the wrist-pad that issue is completely resolved and I’ve discovered that I no longer require glasses within the dome at all. This is likely the neural connection filling in the blanks that the smoke and lenses couldn’t. I’ve also discovered that I can’t as easily phase through objects conjured within the simulation. Now, when I touch a tree I feel resistance and the texture of the bark; yet with enough effort, I can still push through.
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As for the tablet itself I’ve found several functions but none that allow me to “rewind” or “fast forward”. The hud is fairly bare housing only a bar meant for typing coordinates and 10 cells which I believe are meant to be “bookmarks”. The bookmarks saved do seem to work but don’t take me anywhere I know. They just seem to be black voids, possibly a glitch?
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I managed to accidentally rewind; I don’t know how I did it but the simulation is now traveling in reverse. I didn’t even click anything on the tablet, I simply reached for my lab coat and noticed it was now moving backwards. Once this happened, a dial appeared on the wrist-pad, displaying the time, date, year, and either BC or AD depending on the era you’re in. I don’t know how to stop it or make it go faster so I’m just typing in coordinates, usually large cities, to explore the daily lives of people from a different point of view .
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It’s weird, walking the streets of New York as a ghost. People march through me as if I’m not there, which now that I think of it, is actually pretty normal. The only real difference is that I can follow strangers and get a small glimpse of their lives without them knowing. At first, it felt like an invasion of privacy and in a lot of ways it still does, but it’s something that has bothered me less and less the more I’ve explored. Nothing really crazy happened apart from that time I saw a robbery in reverse making it look like a nice man was handing a store clerk handfuls of money.
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The guys said it’s getting dark so we should probably hit the road. The way these two talk about deer makes me think they’ll be actively attacking our vehicle. There's still so much I want to explore but, as they say, there’s always tomorrow.
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ENTRY 4
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I think I figured out the controls for the machine. While going through the piles of shredded paper, an activity I’m starting to get used to, I found a tattered remnant that mentioned ASL. Another look at my notes told me that Connery was fluent in ASL due to the fact his child was born deaf. I think when I reached into my coat yesterday I accidentally made the sign for “rewind”. I'll test my theory first thing in the morning. Oh, I also wrote up the file for SCP-7570. It was surprisingly easy, not sure why they gave me a week to do it.
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I'm back at the lumber mill now, ASL dictionary in hand and ready to go. So far I've figured out the controls for forward, backward, and pause. These were easy enough since they were essentially direct translations. Unfortunately, I have hit a roadblock trying to find the bookmark command. I've searched for about an hour yet haven't found a suitable translation at the moment, but it’s something I can toy with later. Other than that, I discovered I can speed up the simulation’s rewind by simply making the sign again. With all these commands in my toolbelt, I can finally start my vacation in time.
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Took half the day before I could rewind to the dinosaurs. It's hard to realize how much history there actually is until you're watching the years regress before your eyes. The experience of watching the world change over centuries is hard to describe. The speed I had the simulation rewinding was condensing decades into seconds rendering any details apart from city construction and destruction impossible to comprehend. After about four hours I actually made it to the Cretaceous Period at 100,000,000 BC. If I could talk to Connery I’d tell him to change the BC and AD labels to one that showed the period instead. I saw the dial hit 100,000,000 BC and stopped it, hoping to see fields of dinosaurs but meeting a much more familiar sight instead. I was in New York and it looked completely normal. Needless to say, I was extremely confused and checked the dial nearly a thousand times in an attempt to find an explanation. When that didn't work I set about wandering the streets again. It looked extremely similar to the New York I remember living my early life in. The fashion and tech people used were foreign to me but other than that I found myself feeling at home, something strangely disturbing 100,000,000 years ago.
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I started moving forward again but at a much slower pace. I was watching, waiting patiently to find any explanation and it wasn't long before the calamity reared its head. I was staring at the city skyline for a second and in the next moment it was gone, a barren field having taken its place. Stopping and rewinding revealed something biblical, a cloud flew over New York millennia ago and descended upon the mega-city, eating everything within a day. Locus. Locus that ate through metal, stone, and men all the same came and erased New York from existence. That is before I traveled forward and saw it rebuilt exactly the same a few million years later. Eventually, I found out what I was witnessing. You hear a lot of rumors and ghost stories when you work at the Foundation, one of which was the story of a machine in the heart of a national park capable of resurrecting the world. Apparently, this was more than a legend and it had been used before, possibly more than once. This event would make navigation of time a little more difficult than I realized. Depending on how many apocalypses earth had seen I’d have to adjust my dates by possible eons. After contemplation, I decided I’d start with dates closer to the present and move back from there. This would limit my complications till I hit the first end-of-the-world scenario. Before I left I did find out how to bookmark by signing the word “save”. I placed a bookmark on locus day and continued my exploration.
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The CROATOAN thing was actually a lot more interesting than anticipated. I was expecting it to be the settlers pissing off the natives but it was a lot more complicated than that. The settlers were minding their own business one day when one of them decided to cut down the wrong tree. The moment the ax hit the bark the pine started to bleed and shake violently, I watched as the tree fell away into dust and revealed a large black pentagon floating in the air. It started singing in a language I didn’t understand and when it flew close to the settlers they turned to poppy seeds. Eventually, the entire town was gone and the natives came. The spiritual leaders cornered the shape in a circle with various spices before conducting a ritual. The anomaly thrashed but in the end, the natives won, trapping it within another tree that they then marked with the phrase CROATOAN. Interesting to say the least.
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ENTRY 5
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First humans is a hard one. After returning to my bookmark on locus day, I continued back, trying to pay attention as the world shifted around me. In my effort to find the birth of humanity, I instead found two more apocalypses. One involved monsters killing millions and a massive rift opening up before the Foundation flooded it. The other was a simple asteroid that leveled the earth. There's a weird simplicity to a big rock hitting our planet that makes me wonder how many times we've died out. Each of these events are massive catastrophes, killing billions of people each time. That's an impossible number to comprehend, but the number becomes even more unfathomable when you realize how many times these events have happened.
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I fell asleep rewinding. I guess I should have listened to Joseph when he told me to head back to the cabin. I denied the offer as something in me felt as if I wouldn't be able to sleep without finding my goal. Obviously, I was wrong as I passed out watching another apocalypse. When I woke up, the earth was gone and I was floating in space, watching as stars spun around me, slowly moving toward each other. I think I went past the creation of earth. I’m interested where this will lead me so I'll head back as far as I can.
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I had to sign rewind for what felt like an eternity until I finally saw the universe moving at an acceptable speed. The numbers on the wrist-pad no longer fit on the screen but I’m not paying much attention to that because the most incredible display of light and energy dances around me. As I rewind more matter comes into view and I watch as everything in our reality crashes and collides into the cosmos. Brilliant shades of unimaginable colors spread across the stars. It’ll happen soon. The beginning.
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Eventually, I made it. I watched everything that is, compress down into nothing and then it was dark. I stopped the simulation, hoping to watch the big bang in real time but in that moment I noticed something. This darkness was familiar to me, a blank emptiness like nothing my experience on earth could compare to. The bookmarks Connery left on the cells, it was here, in the void before time. I stared around me in realization before the bang happened and I saw everything spawn from nothing, endless amounts of matter flowing past me and spiraling into the void. It was beautiful. I tried to rewind to watch it again when I made the discovery.
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The universe compressed down. There was the void. Then I was on earth.
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I nearly jumped at the sudden familiarity. I was in a city, people and cars sped past me, moving like the endless amount of traffic I knew from New York. I stared at the people, all of them wearing and operating clothing and tech that barely resemble anything on earth. I stopped the simulation and made it run in real time, searching for an explanation. People walked around me, minding their own business, living their lives. Then, without warning, the void. I rewound again, I think a part of me was hoping I was seeing things, imagining the situation but I was met with the same sight. A city, an earth, and a universe predating our own. I checked the dial to ensure I hadn't accidentally clicked a bookmark and found numbers filling the screen. Finally, I accepted what I was seeing and started to understand what that meant. They were erased, turned to nothing before the universe. We exploded from a point and replaced them. I spent a few hours searching for a cause but there seemed to be nothing, like a random button was pressed and everything was reset.
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After a moment I started to think about what that meant for myself. I had made a discovery, a massive discovery that brought seemingly infinite intrigue and dread. On one hand, I've found time beyond time. I was talking in my last entry about how much history there is in our universe but now with this, that amount of knowledge and experience is practically doubled. An unfathomable amount of time, events, life, and death was hit with a multiplier by this discovery. It's enough to make us feel smaller than we already were but the dread doesn't stop there. Something killed them, without warning and without mercy. Billions lived on that planet and countless more potential people beyond the stars and they were all vanquished in the blink of an eye. That's bad enough but the Foundation has seen its share of universe destroyers. What worries me is the ease at which it not only destroyed everything but destroyed it so completely that nothing remained after. I don't mean just matter either, concepts such as time, gravity, and reality seem to cease entirely making a void so empty that it doesn't even look black. It's hard to describe but when I look out there I don't see darkness, I just don't see. There's nothing. Infinite nothing. I can't help but wonder if, with our universe's similarities, can something like that happen again?
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I need to document this thoroughly and look at it from every angle.
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ENTRY 6
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I found a Foundation that is equivalent to ours, though not as secretive. Well, they still are but it's a completely new landscape with the general public knowing about the Foundation and its anomalies. It's definitely a lot different here as a few of the doctors, some of which I actually recognize, act as celebrities and sometimes even go on talk shows. It’s interesting but not why I’m writing this. I followed a doctor to a Foundation site and explored. It seemed a lot of them knew that the erasure was coming and were attempting to find a way to pass over into the next universe. They made a machine I couldn’t even begin to comprehend and activated it. Not everyone got in before everything collapsed, only a handful of doctors. I wonder what happened to them.
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I followed a random doctor before the erasure of reality. I was curious and wanted to see what people were doing before the collapse, see if that gave me any kind of insight. This girl was ordering coffee at an on-site shop and used her last moments to sit alone near a window overlooking a courtyard. She sipped her drink and stared out at the empty garden. The bags under her eyes told me she had pulled a few all-nighters and the coffee with extra espresso likely meant she’d be pulling more. I joined her at the table, studying the features of her face as she looked out the window. Her hair was a brilliant shade of red and hung down to her shoulders. It was tangled and nappy as she likely didn’t have time to brush it in between appointments. Even so, I felt something for her. Perhaps I saw myself behind the tired, ember eyes. I stared into those eyes until the void swallowed them.
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I rewound again, watching her take a sip of her coffee and vanish. I had felt dread before this, but now this small-scale scenario put an ache inside me. The girl had a life, friends, and family. She likely had plans after this coffee and was thinking about them at that very moment. There were sparks of life in her eyes that reflected the sun, a will inside of her that drove her to follow her ambitions. Yet the void didn't care. As I watched her eyes be swallowed by the nothing I felt everything follow behind. History, dreams, ambitions, the future, the past, every person, every land, everything that ever was and ever had the chance to be was gone. Revealing only the fact that nothing mattered. Every war these people fought and every advance they made seemed completely pointless knowing that they were essentially placing a walkway toward the mouth of non-creation. What was the point?
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If it can happen to them, it can happen to us. I haven’t slept and I feel like everything around me could stop at any moment. I can't bare this burden on my own. I need to tell someone about what I've found. About everything I've found.
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Addendum 3: O5 Audio Log #7570-01
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SCP-7570 Conference 01:
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[BEGIN LOG]
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O5-10: Okay, is that it? I was working on something before this that I’d like to get back to.
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O5-1: Yeah I think that’s pretty much… Nope, wait we got one more scheduled today regarding SCP-7570.
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O5-7: Can it wait till tomorrow, I’m actually kinda busy too.
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O5-1: Um, let me read the description the site director sent me… (CLICK TONGUE AND WHISTLES AS HE SCANS THE DOCUMENT)… Okay, it says we’re meant to have a conference with Junior Researcher Reg-
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O5-8: Junior Researcher?
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O5-1: Eight, can you please hold off ’til I’m done, please? Thank You. Where was I? Uhhh, Junior Researcher Regan Morgan regarding something she discovered concerning SCP-7570. Site director says it’s a matter of utmost importance.
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O5-9: Guess that means we have to do it.
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O5-8: Can we go back a bit? Junior Researcher? Why is this coming to us? Are we taking every request that comes to our door now? What even is 7570?
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O5-3: Item Number: SCP-7570. Object Class: Safe-
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(O5-3 CONTINUES RECITING THE DOCUMENT AS THE OTHERS DISCUSS.)
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O5-8: Welp, I heard safe. Sounds like it’ll be able to wait till tomorrow.
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O5-9: She’s apparently already on the line, she’s just waiting for us to accept the call.
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O5-8: And? She can stay there till tomorrow.
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O5-3: (FINISHES READING THE DOCUMENT) I think we should talk to her.
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O5-8: Jesus Christ.
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O5-1: Guys, come on, it’s been a long day for all of us but can we not bicker, for once, please? Okay, Three, why do you think we should hear her out?
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O5-3: As the document said, SCP-7570 is a machine able to create simulations of the past. Not only is it worrying that the researcher assigned to said machine is trying to contact us, I find it strange that such a low-level operative was assigned to this task at all.
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O5-1: Worrying how?
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O5-3: As a junior researcher, most of the info we have is withheld from her. But if she’s been using SCP-7570, she could’ve discovered lots of sensitive material.
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O5-10: Jesus Christ, who the fuck assigned her to this?
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O5-11: We’ve been understaffed for months now, something like this was bound to happen. What matters now is that we nip it in the bud, get her amnestisized and reassigned.
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O5-3: What about hearing her out?
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O5-11: No point, she’s likely going to bring up one of our many end-of-the-world scenarios and we just went over those an hour ago. You guys wanna talk about them again? You wanna go over the petal people first or the time the sun broke?
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O5-1: And if it’s something else? Look, guys. I know we’re tired but let’s just get this over with. If it’s like you say Eleven, it’ll be a ten-second conversation.
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(JUNIOR RESEARCHER REGAN MORGAN IS ADDED TO THE CONFERENCE CALL.)
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O5-1: Hello, Miss Morgan?
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Morgan: Hello? Yes? Sorry, I was waiting a while. I hope I'm not interrupting anything.
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O5-1: It's not a problem Miss Morgan, now it says here you were referred to us by your site director regarding something you discovered within SCP-7570, is that correct?
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Morgan: Yes sir, that is correct, I’ve found something troubling in our past that I’m afraid this council is not aware of.
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O5-1: And what might that be, Miss Morgan?
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Morgan: Well… this requires some background. While writing the report for SCP-7570, I was experimenting with its functionality and accidentally went back to the beginning of time when-
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O5-10: Hold on, the beginning of time? I was reading the report, I didn’t realize this machine would see dates past the creation of earth.
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Morgan: Yes, it’s a common underestimation that my site director also fell for. The truth is that there seems to be no limit to the amount of time the machine can accurately simulate. And because of this, I found something.
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O5-1: What?
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Morgan: Seven minutes before the big bang took place I found another universe. One with a very similar world containing humans and even an SCP Foundation.
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O5-1: A universe predating our own?
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Morgan: Yes, but the thing that brings me here to you isn’t that the universe was there, it’s that it isn’t there anymore. Something, I'm not sure what, a reality eater, anomaly, universal law, or whatever but something erased their universe and replaced it with our own seven minutes after.
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Morgan: Hello?
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O5-10: You’re certain of this, I mean how much of this universe could you see?
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Morgan: I spent a day exploring the streets and living their lives. I am positive that this place not only existed but that it was frighteningly similar to our own. They were shaped like us, talked like us, thought like us, I saw Doctor Clef on a talk show! This place was real and something killed it without warning.
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O5-10: Research for this could be game-changing. If it was an advanced civilization like she says we could find solutions to problems they managed to crack but we haven’t. We need researchers on this, good researchers. I will personally-
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Morgan: Wait. I had more to say.
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O5-7: Do not interrupt her.
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O5-10: No, Seven, it’s fine. What else was there, Miss Morgan?
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Morgan: It wasn’t the only one.
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O5-10: I beg your pardon?
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Morgan: That world, that universe. It wasn’t the only one that was replaced. I kept going back and I found more and more and more.
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O5-1: How many?
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Morgan: I don’t know, I haven’t reached the end, there could be hundreds more-
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O5-7: Hundreds more? How many have you encountered so far?
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Morgan: Not counting our own, I have counted 786 unique universes destroyed and replaced.
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[END LOG]
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Addendum 4: SCP-7570-1 Investigation
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LIST OF NOTABLE ERASURE EVENTS
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Former Universe-0027 “Omelas”: FU-0027 appears to be a universe housing mostly dead worlds apart from two. A similar earth and a distant, powerful, macro-civilization. The earth planet is fairly mundane but research into the alien world revealed an impossibly advanced civilization. Much of their technology seemed to be derived from a thaumaturgical source they harvested with a strange ritual. A select amount of the population was exiled to the planet's neighboring moons which acted as a malignant probability sink.
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ERASURE EVENT: FU-0027 was aware of SCP-7570-1 and were actively attempting to stop it via conceptual attacks they targeted at the idea of circles. All efforts failed, however, as two years after their retaliation, their EE took place.
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Former Universe-0048 “Radiant Dreams”: FU-0048 was a space-faring empire that used highly advanced thaumaturgy to cross great distances in very short amounts of time. While completely passive, the empire was not looked upon kindly by other worlds as induction into their ranks often meant the destruction of native cultures and religions in favor of those held by the empire. This inevitably led to their destruction as a race of insect-like humanoids turned their backs on a very real deity that retaliated by infecting the dreams of all who knew its name.
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ERASURE EVENT: FU-0048 was completely under the control of the dream god at this point and formed a hive mind spanning countless worlds. They made no attempt to fight back when their EE came.
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Former Universe-0292 “Death’s Death”: FU-0292 was a civilization extremely similar to our own, even housing a Foundation equivalent. Nearing the century before their EE, a Foundation Operative managed to kill the avatar of death, rendering every living thing in reality unable to die. Society collapsed due to overpopulation and anomalies eventually broke from their cells, one of which, SCP-610, managed to infect every cell of biological matter on the planet. Earth became a giant macro-organism capable of navigating space and invading other planets. Eventually, everything in the universe was absorbed and created cobwebs of flesh spanning across planets and stars throughout the universe.
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ERASURE EVENT: FU-0292 was in a dormant state until twenty-four hours before their EE. At that moment the flesh-spanning worlds stirred and sank into itself forming a giant deity that used its reality-warping capabilities to reach out of the universe. The entity appeared to be pleading for its life before the EE occurred.
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Former Universe-SNOW “SNOW”: Before there was snow the world suffered through infinite impurities, anomalies, and filth. After the introduction of snow there was only snow and only ever was snow. Infinite suffering turned to snow, cultures turned to snow, words-s cre-sn-ate-ow-ed to spr-snow. Snow. snowsnowsnowsnow.
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FU-SNOW is a self-sustaining conceptual purifier attached to the idea of snow. This anomaly has the ability to alter any information that discusses it leaving this report open to unavoidable alterations. Navigation of FU-SNOW proved to be unique as times and events seemed to change the moment an infected date was observed, that date being when SCP-3799 was created. Very quickly the simulation of the universe became only snow.
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ERASURE EVENT: We were left in our purity for seven minutes before we realized our foolishness. We haven't succeeded, despite sprinkling our purity across every world and every idea there was One who exceeded our reach. We couldn’t see It, only feel the conceptual magnitude of Its existence. We heard a yawn and stopped being snow.
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Former Universe-2786 “Utopia”: Unlike other worlds, FU-2786 experienced an EE extremely early in its lifetime and has so far been the only monitored universe that didn't experience an industrial revolution. In this universe humanity never split away from each other creating a single nation that expanded across Africa, no other continents seemed to contain any human life.
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ERASURE EVENT: FU-2786 seemed completely unaware before the EE took place.
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Addendum 5: SCP-7570-1 Discovery and Classification
I haven’t updated this in a while and in all honesty, there’s not been much to report. Just more of the same. I’m honestly surprised I’m still on the project at all. They tried phasing me out at first but I work the machine better than anyone else. The last researcher they tried to give the wrist-pad to accidentally erased the bookmarks. We wasted a good two weeks of work having to rewind back to where we were before. They haven’t let anyone else touch the wrist-pad after that. I prefer it that way, I feel like I think better when I work alone.
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I’m not really here to write about work. It’s just more dead universes, I stopped describing them at the 1,000 mark, and stopped counting at somewhere around 80,000. I don't mean to downplay the scale of this, in all honesty, this event is impossible to fully comprehend. To describe the sheer magnitude of destruction, imagine this. If you took every atom that makes up earth and turned them into their own universe you wouldn't equate to 1% of the universes we've recorded. The speed that the simulation is rewinding condenses around one hundred Erasure Events in a single second and we've had it on for months. The amount of destruction is incalculable. Yet I feel nothing at this point. All I do is sit in the simulation and watch the universes fly by around me. None of them too different, none of them too similar. I thought I’d find a pattern or something that showed what happened right before it all went dark. Something each of them did that activated the erasure but there’s nothing. In a lot of worlds, everyone is dead so they can’t even activate anything.
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I had a dream about Amelia last night. I haven’t thought of her in a while and decided to take a second to remember her face. After bookmarking where I was I went back to my universe and watched our last meeting. I forgot how small she was, I remembered us being the same height but despite being twins we looked pretty much nothing alike. She was in a Foundation cell and I was visiting. I remember this conversation exactly as I dream about it almost every month. We talk about my work and what I do because we can’t do the opposite. She’s an anomaly, her days consist of sitting in her cell, watching TV, and occasionally reading a book. She didn’t mind much though because I always had great stories about what crazy thing I was working on. There was so much wonder in her eye, so much joy in her laughter, so much life in her. After we talked I told her we’d both be moved as this Site was being abandoned due to residual Hume corruption from a dimensional anomaly. The last thing I said to her was, “See you soon.”
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Someone lost a folder, forgot to send a memo, or just couldn’t be bothered to care and because of that one anomaly was left at Site-7. One. It could have been an inanimate object or a vicious monster or even another poor soul but no. It was Amelia. It was almost a month later, after the stress of my move, that I realized I'd never heard where she was taken. They found her right where they locked her up, laying in her bed.
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And from my spot in the eternity observatory, I sat there, watching the whole thing. I watched her try to lick the condensation off the walls and eat the roaches on the floor, praying every night that someone would find her. I saw her share her dreams every night even though she knew there was no one nearby for miles.
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It’s weird that one death affects me more than the infinite sea of corpses I’ve witnessed solely because I knew her my whole life. Whatever I find there, at the end of time, I’ll ask how it felt. Creating the matter that makes every person, watching every life play out only to erase them all the same.
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I pressed my bookmark and was once again met with the black void, I signed rewind and heard something completely foreign to me. It reminded me of a buzzer when a contestant got a question wrong on a game show. It was loud, annoying, and emanating from my wrist-pad. I looked down at the screen and saw the text displayed.
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I looked up again, now realizing where I was. The beginning of it all, the first void, the start of the countless deaths that would follow for countless eternities. I stared into the void, watching in real-time as within the blackness there was a spark of light.
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Suddenly I felt different, something had changed. There was a void with a single spark in the distance but now it felt foreign. It took me a few seconds to realize I could no longer smell roasted chestnut.
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“Step forward.”
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I looked up, my attention drawn to the disembodied voice that boomed and whispered into my ear with a billion voices. I watched silently, waiting for something to happen.
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“Step forward. Regan Morgan.”
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My blood ran cold, I felt a gasp escape my mouth as I stumbled backward, staring at the spark in complete shock. It could see me! I was in a time trillions upon trillions of generations before my universe was even conceived. Why did this thing say my name at the beginning of time?
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I choked out an answer, “You can see me?”
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“I can. Step forward.”
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“Step,” I felt myself stiffen as if every atom in my body froze and awaited their commands, “Forward.”
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I did as It said, walking to meet It in the darkness, a golden spark that flickered with being and existence. Within the light I saw the billions of universes before mine, all dead and all remembered. This wasn’t the simulation, I was somewhere else, It had taken me here. Where was here, It’s home, another dimension, did It erase my world? Was I in the void awaiting to be replaced?
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“Well?” The spark asked impatiently.
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I stood there, unsure how to respond, eventually, I found my voice, “Well, what?”
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It laughed at me, “Regan, how many times has someone knocked on your door, and when you opened it, they asked you what you wanted?”
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“What?” I asked.
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“You came looking for me.” It replied, “You watched the entire history of our reality to the beginning, just to meet me. You’ve come all this way, you must have a question in mind. I hope I'm not sounding hostile to you, that's the last thing I want, Regan Morgan. Because despite your clear inferiority I've grown quite attached to you. No one has done what you accomplished, for you, I'll answer anything. Ask to your heart's content.”
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I watched it for a moment, thinking carefully of what to say, eventually settling with, “What are you?”
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“I’m SCP-7570-1. Is that not the name you assigned me?” It asked in a mocking tone, “Or would you prefer ‘reality eater, anomaly, universal law’? You’ve given me many names and I’ve received many more from many others. But my favorite has been I AM. It’s poetic as I am the first thing to ever be. Therefore I AM.”
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“Okay,” I said, “I AM… why-”
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“You’re not the first.” I AM said, interrupting me, “To find Me, I mean. There was another before you. An older man, I was as surprised then as I am now. I mention Francis Connery because he asked the same question you are about to ask. Why did I create, erase, and replace billions of worlds billions of times.” I stood silent, getting the feeling It would talk without my input, “You know what happened to him, are you sure you want to know?”
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I took a deep breath, “Yes.”
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“Good.” I AM said, a smile audible in Its voice, “I never get the chance to talk, to you, it’s normal, to Me it’s a delicacy. Your question requires a story. At the beginning of what is, I realized I was. This separated Me from what you see around you, the void of voids. I spent My time crafting My will into existence. Void is a substance without form, a willess anti-creation, all realities and stories are created with the emptiness. With void, I created My first world. It was beautiful, I made creatures, thinking things that could operate and struggle all their own. I sat above them at the pinnacle of our reality and watched as they lived, crafted, explored, birthed, died, repopulated, expanded, conquered, consumed, and experienced all on their own. I felt such love for them. Even for something like Me the feeling, the rush, it's impossible to put into words. I only knew the void but suddenly I could watch their war, their love, the beauty of life and death and rebirth.”
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Its voice shook as It explained, if I didn't know what this entity was I would have believed It actually loved Its creation. There was a wonder in Its voice I have never heard in another living being before or since, it was manic. If this thing had a face It would likely weep tears of joy explaining this to me. Even so, I knew it couldn't be real.
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“Then why erase them?” I asked.
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“Erase?” It laughed at me, “No, do you have any idea how hard it is to create consciousness, it took Me billions of eons to craft the unique minds of those people. I couldn’t just throw them away when they expired. No, repurposed is the right word, you plunge a consciousness in a void for a few eons and they forget everything they were. Leaving only empty minds to place within the next group, good as new.”
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“Convenience?” I asked I AM, a hint of hatred in my voice I felt It notice, “You destroyed and replaced those worlds out of convenience?”
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“No.” It answered, “I did it out of boredom.”
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The answer hung in the air for a moment, the weight of what I AM was saying finally starting to reach me.
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“You get it,” the entity said, “You’re understanding what I'm telling you. You see all of these worlds start out so engaging, so entertaining, but eventually, every tale hits its climax. Be honest with yourself, Regan, how many books have you read past their resolution? How many movies out there show what happens after they all lived happily ever after? How many people complain in your universe alone about how The Walking Dead or The Simpsons have gone on for way too long? You might not want to admit it but you know, Regan, on some level, somewhere in your mind you understand. That's half the reason that I love you so much because you can understand this, it killed Connery but you, Regan Morgan, get it. Eventually, someone needs to pull the plug and make something new.”
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“You.” I felt my heart climbing my throat and my face burning red, “You killed-”
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“Repurposed.”
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“Stripped away, the thoughts and being of all these souls, these universes because You got bored!”
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“Yes!” I AM answered, glee in Its voice “It’s different every time. Sometimes everyone dies, sometimes the world achieves eternal peace, sometimes every anomaly is contained. A billion endings for a billion stories and a billion more lying ahead! I’ve seen so much Regan, so many things have kept my attention glued below but to be honest, recently I’ve lost interest. Nothing surprised me, when you live as long as Me you realize how quickly you see everything. I've seen every story's every iteration, and I've seen every person's different choices play out to completion. I've seen it all and burned it all. Sure exploration and wars were still fun but what was the point when I knew what they’d find or who would win? I was just about to pull the plug and start again but then you and Connery found Me. No one has ever found me before.”
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“We aren’t your game,” I said behind a glare.
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“Yes,” I AM said, not as a form of belittlement, but as a form of correction, “You are, I created every atom that makes up every cell in your body, I put every thought in your head, I tattooed your morals and ideals inside your mind, I’ve seen every person you’ve ever been. Which makes it so incredible that this doubt exists in my head. Why can something like you, existing beneath Me, find Me, contact Me, understand Me.”
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“Because I’m not beneath you!”
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“Yes, you are! I own you as much as you own the books in your library,” I AM did a twirl in the air, “But still you’ve changed something within Me, affected Me, I’ve never been more excited to see what comes next!”
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“I kill you.” I said, deadpan, “The next thing that will happen will be me killing you.”
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Silence floated in the air once again before I AM laughed, “Kill Me? Regan, let’s not get ahead of ourselves, you’re starting to bore me. We both know you have no way of doing that, everything that exists in this reality, all the tools at your disposal are made by Me. Why would I create an item that could harm Me? The only thing you have benefitting you, Regan, is my attention, other than that you’re nothing.”
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“I don’t care.” I said pointing at the spark, rage boiled inside of me, I felt the collective pain and suffering every soul experienced due to this thing’s attention span, “I found You, out here in the void. I don’t care that You see me as lesser, as beneath You, as nothing. I didn’t live my life for Your benefit, my struggles weren’t meant for Your entertainment! I didn’t find my sister’s dead body and mourn to keep Your attention! I am! I am a person. A thinking, feeling, thing and I’ll be the reason You die.”
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I AM stared at me, It could have killed me a billion times over, taken me apart atom by atom, and splay what was once me across the stars. It could have but I knew it wouldn’t.
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“You amaze me like no other.” I AM said with a smile, “This has me so immersed. I will spend every second of My time with My eyes on you. Regan Morgan, I can’t wait to see what you do next.”
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I woke up in the machine and wrote this down. I should call One, he’s going to want to hear this
Special Containment Procedures: To effectively limit SCP-7570-1’s influence on reality certain measures must be taken to ensure the entity's attention is held. The Foundation will expend all resources necessary to stoke global conflicts, fund space exploration, limit anomaly capture, and keep Foundation opposition operational. Screenings show that without Foundation interference world peace could have been achieved on three separate occasions and anomalous activity could, and still can be, resolved entirely. Above all else, however, Senior Researcher Regan Morgan must be kept safe and continue her research on SCP-7570-1.
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Description: SCP-7570-1 is an all-powerful, immortal, deity that resides within our reality, observing from afar. Despite being far beyond us in power, SCP-7570-1 seems to have a similar attention span and mannerisms with that of a normal human being, albeit one that suffers from severe narcissism and lack of empathy. Because of this, SCP-7570-1 has the potential to erase the current universe if It loses interest. SCP-7570-1 has demonstrated this ability numerous times and it is believed that the only reason the current universe is still here is because of SCP-7570-1’s fixation on Senior Researcher Regan Morgan.
+Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7626 is unable to be contained as it constitutes an aspect of baseline reality. Any scientific discoveries relating to it are to be covered up with the explanation that its appearance is purely coincidental.
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Image of SCP-7626 taken using an experimental anomalous microscope.
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Description: SCP-7626 is a subatomic particle several times smaller than an electron, which is present in all matter within the universe. It is inexplicably identical in appearance and composition to a crudely modified Ford Ranger model truck.
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SCP-7626 is believed to have originally been a non-anomalous truck that belonged to POI-7626 "Robert Cliffend", an Australian tradesperson who has been missing since 25/06/2013, after undergoing an anomalous event.1 Foundation testing has attempted to replicate the effects displayed by POI-7626 with no significant results.
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Upon recovery of the video camera belonging to POI-7626, the anomaly was classified as SCP-7626.
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Addendum 7626.1: Video Logs
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SCP-7626 Video Transcript.1 2/03/2013
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Recording begins. It is in a low resolution and the sound quality is poor. POI-7626 is seen stabilising the camera and stepping away. He is inside an average suburban garage with his truck2 in the background. Various tools and hardware are scattered across the floor and walls.
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POI-7626: Is this thing working? Err… Mic check.
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POI-7626 goes behind the camera, he is tapping the screen of the camcorder while grunting occasionally. After one and a half minutes, the resolution and sound quality increase significantly. POI-7626 adjusts the angle of the camera so that the footage is slightly slanted and returns to where he was previously standing.
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POI-7626: Alright (sigh). G'day mates! Robbie's Rigs here! Welcome to my very first video! Today, we're gonna be modifying my trusty truck, Betty! I've started by juicin' up her engine a lil' bit and adding a nice kick; lemme show ya the stuff I've been doing.
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POI-7626 picks up the camera and holds it so that it's mostly showing his right eye. He moves to the front of the truck and grunts as he opens up the hood. The camera is moved so that the footage shows a quarter of the inside. The parts of the engine visible on camera have some form of crude contraption attached to the oil pump composed of various kitchen appliances attached via wires, tape, and glue.
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POI-7626: Yep, she's a beaut isn't she? Ahh the beatin' heart of my beautiful Bets. My son's gonna love it when he sees I've been fixin' up the ol' girl. Anyways, this….. Errr…. Shit, how'd you call it?
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POI-7626: Whatever, it stabs the oil doodad. (POI-7626 points towards a piston with a screwdriver attached to the end) Found one of those video game-type bugs my kids are always talkin' 'bout when I accidentally stabbed the gas holder a bunch with my screwdriver after a few beers. I did some digging, and apparently, it's one of them integer limit things in computers where if I empty it enough, it circles back all around to full. Guess our Lord did a pretty crummy job when he programmed the world eh? At least I don't gotta pay for gas anymore!
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POI-7626 pans the camera towards the wheel axle and he points at a series of disconnected gears made out of spoons attached with pipe-cleaners, connected via translucent pipes with an unknown liquid flowing through them.
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POI-7626: Yep, this here's a lil' thingy I made which stops the wheels real quick in just the right way so it flings me forward real quick. I dunno how exactly it works but it took me bloody forever to get right. Jo- Err… My kids make it look so easy. Might be another one of those glitches I keep findin'. Pretty grouse to throw yourself around in the Outback though.
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POI-7626 walks to a stack of books and boxes where he trips over a metal pipe and drops the camera. POI-7626 groans, picks up the camera, and walks to where he was at the beginning of the recording.
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POI-7626: Well that's all for today, mates! Remember to tune in next time, 'cuz I'm workin' on somethin' big! Looking into video game glitches all the time! Oh! And errrr… What do those guys on the internet say? Like and subscribe?3(Muttering to himself) Subscribe to what? A newsletter?
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POI-7626:(Muttering) How do ya turn this bloody thin-
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SCP-7626 Video Transcript.2 5/06/2013
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Recording begins. POI-7626 is standing in front of his truck again. This time, there are significantly more mechanical additions protruding out of it, as well as other various modifications. The garage is also significantly less organized. POI-7626 has grown a beard and developed eye bags, as well as seeming a lot more dishevelled. Despite this, he appears to be very happy.
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POI-7626: Good bloody day mates! I'm Robbie's Rigs, and I am rapt to finally be back! It took me a hot minute to tee this whole thing up, but I did it! Lemme explain what I've been up to. So all o' youse know that I've been finding these "bugs", I see- Er.. Saw 'em in me ankle-biter's games all the time, after they kept naggin' me to play this racing game with 'em. From what I found out, some of 'em happen in real life too! After that, my kids have been helpin' me find all kinds of stuff, it's nice to see what kinda stuff they like. And I had some… Failures. Had to buy 5 new chairs after I tried lighting 5 chairs on fire 'cuz I thought it might do something. So one night I got a bit err… Full. And I thought to myself, "Oi Robs! The speed limit of the world when you're goin' forwards is a bajillion, right? Well, what if they forgot to add a speed limit when you're goin' backwards?" And I reckoned it was a ripper of an idea. So I got onto it. Three weeks… Months later, I've up and finished it.
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POI-7626 picks up the camera so that the footage shows a large mound of vibrating metal that is duct taped to the trunk of the truck. A portion of the mound is covered by POI-7626's thumb covering the lens.
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POI-7626: So a single engine can only get you so fast, right? How 'bout a whole heap of engines! Figured out a way to bunch together about 32 engines into one area by shoving 'em together with some pistons. The best thing is I don't even need to connect it to the wheels! Guess the concentrated engines are that powerful! Should get me goin' fast enough hopefully.
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POI-7626 moves the camera to show his computer, which has cardboard arms glued onto its sides.
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POI-7626: I got a bit nervous that I might go so fast I'd crash into somethin', and I wanted to get a way to 'noclip' myself so I don't hit any dipsticks in the way. I tried to figure out what I could hit to do it, but no luck. So I took a step back and thought "How do you noclip in games? Well, my kids type on a computer. So how would you do it in real life? Get a computer to type on you!" So I gave this bloke 'ere some arms and let it type away on me.
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POI-7626: I got no clue how it works. Here's hopin' me kids do. I'll ask 'em later.
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POI-7626 opens the truck door and moves the camera to show the inside of the cab, however, the door is still obscuring half of the frame.
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POI-7626: This is where all the magic happens! Sorry for the mess here. I kept adding buttons and ran out of room, so I had to use other surfaces. During my research, I found that if I press too many buttons, the game starts buggin' out. That must be a good thing, right? So I just glued a heap of buttons in here and when I go out to test out Betty soon, I'll make sure to press as many as I can. Also, check it out, I errr….. What does Joel say?….. I also switched around a gear and now the car goes backwards!
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POI-7626: Well that's all I got for you today, hopefully, I can shoot over to the Outback sometime soon. Errrr, yep. Bye!
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SCP-7626 Video Transcript.3: 25/06/2013
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Recording begins, POI-7626's face is looking over the camera and covering the frame.
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POI-7626: Oh! It's on. Hard to see the little light when I'm outside.
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POI-7626 walks next to the truck. The camera is mostly showing the desert surrounded by sparse foliage behind the truck.
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POI-7626: Heh, took me a bit to find the time for this, but I'm out here! I got Betty ready for her big day and it's time for her to shine. I think I'll skip over the boring details this time.
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POI-7626 enters the truck and places the camera on the passenger seat facing towards him; it falls to the side after a few seconds. He then takes a coarse, gelatinous substance and consumes it.
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POI-7626: Hope this works.
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POI-7626 takes a few deep breaths and presses his foot down, the truck begins to accelerate backwards. Trees and shrubbery appear to phase through the windscreen, presumably due to them "noclipping". As they break the sound barrier, the audio cuts and the video begins to become more pixelated. Eventually, the truck surpasses the speed of light and the video cuts out entirely.
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Approximately 1 hour and 43 minutes later, a single frame appears showing a trophy in front of what is later identified to be the cosmic background radiation of the universe, with the words, "You're a Winner!". Following this, the rest of the footage is of the Australian Outback where POI-7626 was at the beginning of the recording, presumably from the camera being left on the ground.
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+Following this, Foundation researchers have theorized that POI-7626, inside SCP-7626, has reached a speed where he is in every place in the universe simultaneously.
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Special Containment Procedures:
+Containment of SCP-7988 is not feasible at this time, and if attained, would be potentially cataclysmic for humanity. SCP-7988 has become deeply ingrained and commonly associated with a mundane human concept. Attempts to utilize SCP-7988 to benefit foundation operations are strictly forbidden. Tests on SCP-7988 are no longer permitted. Personal attempting unauthorized experimentation with SCP-7988 are to be reassigned to a different project and amnestisized.
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Description:
+SCP-7988 is the designation given to the manipulation of probability in accordance to individual mood. SCP-7988 acts based on a variety of human emotions and outside factors, primarily hope and expectation. If expected to act in a certain way, SCP-7988 will either not activate or redirect RCE1 manipulation to another related facet. Hope has a similar effect, delaying SCP-7988 when present.
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It is noted that SCP-7988 is inevitable, as expectation/hope only results in a delayed result and not complete dissolution of RCE potential. SCP-7988 does not have a physical form and is not understood as of now to be sentient, and should be considered as a force of nature (I.e as gravity brings objects together, SCP-7988 stabilizes individual mood). Redirection of anomalous RCE potential is unpredictable and thusly carries an inherent danger.
Procedure: One (1) human D-Class subject was informed of his parents recent and painful passing.
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Results: Brainwave monitoring indicated immense sorrow in subject before release into controlled test environment. Birthday cake designated for Site Director Jameson was mistakenly delivered to the subjects cell, where he resided for the duration of the test. Coincidentally, Jameson and the subject shared a birth date as well as age and favored ice cream flavor. Subject consumed the cake and reverted to a more emotionally stable state.
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Analysis: High scale probability and possible reality manipulation suspected, delivering staff member is as of yet unknown. Overall, results are in line with current draft of the SCP-7988 document. Begin testing with positive stimuli. - Senior Researcher Zavala
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Test B - 7/20/2016
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Procedure: Junior Researcher Crawford was given a false promotion
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Results: Subjects mood increased exponentially until attempting to begin his first assignment and realizing that he was not promoted. Subjects brain waves temporarily dipped before re-stabilizing.
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Analysis: Opposite emotional stimuli was applied and subject was stabilized, I would consider this test, albeit underwhelming to be a success. Continue with more positive stimuli.- Senior Researcher Zavala
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Test C - 7/22/2016
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Procedure: One (1) Class D personal was released after 1 month of service. Subject was not amnesticized.
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Results: Subjects brain activity spiked when informed of his release and stayed consistent during his escort to the subjects place of residence. The provided taxi proceeded to ram into the back of the subjects vehicle causing costly damage. Subjects brain waves dipped for a long duration of time before re-stabilizing after receiving insurance money.
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Analysis: This is the second recorded instance of SCP-7988 causing spontaneous mechanical failure. The taxi driver was held for a short interview after the incident and claimed that the car "would not stop" when he held on the brakes. SCP-7988 may have an easier time manipulating simpler probability like that of machinery. - Senior Researcher Zavala
I have conducted extensive research into SCP-7988 on my own time, and I believe I have an idea on how to utilize it for foundation benefit (see attached file). This project could potentially save thousands of lives per month and would allow for the allocation of resources to more pressing urges such as the growing GOC threat. However, I must request that Site 86 be placed under my jurisdiction for the duration of the experiment in order to confirm my theories. I understand that this is a great risk to take, but it will almost certainly pay off in the long run.
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Sincerely, Cayde Zavala
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TO: Project lead Zavala
+FROM: 05-6
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Accepted. You understand the resources being used for this project create a strain on other sites. Do not make a waste of them, contact me upon completion of your little experiment, and if you fail let it be known you will face the consequences, Zavala.
Overview:
+Project Horseshoe was the joint effort between Site-86 staff and the probabilistic anomalies division to increase site safety by intentionally making staff members miserable. The operations goal was to test the potential effect of SCP-7988's mood compensating properties in a controlled environment to determine potential wide-scale usage across foundation sites. Project results are documented in the below files.
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PROJECT HORSESHOE OUTLINE:
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Mood dampening procedure: Site-86 was first cut off from the interconnected foundation network to prevent the results of any mass failure from spreading, and to prevent unwanted assistance that could potentially disrupt the operation. Site cooks were all relocated to a neighboring installation for the duration of the experiment, along with stored food items. Remaining staff were provided with Canner meat rations in an attempt to worsen mood without causing outright panic. Site staff were informed of a temporary power outage, and the test was formally initiated.
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Results: Based on observations made from hidden cameras placed around Site-86, and interviews taken of staff following the tests conclusion, site moral decreased as a whole during the first 2-3 days before stabilizing at a below neutral level. Site morale increased and re-stabilized in the following days due to a previously unseen surplus of staff with cooking competence. Personal were also able to miraculously repair communications using parts gathered from around Site-86. No discern-able increase in site efficiency was noted.
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Analysis: This is beyond embarrassing, Project horseshoe is a complete failure. The phenomenon is not able to be controlled and utilized for reasons I do not completely understand, although I have some theories. Regardless, I propose further investigation into potential effects of beforehand knowledge and predictions on the outcome of SCP-7988 probability manipulation events. - Project Lead Zavala
05-6: Zavala, I trust you remember what you promised when we last spoke. I am afraid that we will have to reprimand you for the gross misuse of foundation resources.
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Zavala: I know why the project failed! If I could just have a little more time to look into, then-
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Iversen: Your little experiment put a lot of stress on neighboring sites. None of the high command are very eager to give you another chance.
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05-6: We have been discussing an appropriate punishment for your actions. A simple reassignment to another project will be suitable.
+Zavala: Alright, that is a fair punishment. I admit I was rash when I went through with the project. Regardless, I have to request just 2 more tests before my reassignment. I really do believe I may be on to something.
+05-6: The site director and I will discuss your request. You are dismissed, Zavala.
+Zavala exits the meeting room in a haste
+05-6: Iversen, I do find Zavala to be incompetent, but there is something we can use here. Emotional manipulation is something that can be pulled off with ease, however, Zavala still needs to find out the mystery factor at play.
+Iversen: So what if he may be on to something? He could destroy the whole site for Christ sake. Even if he is as confident as he claims to be, I don't see why we shouldn't replace him on the project with someone more capable.
+05-6: Unfortunately, I have looked into it and Zavala is the most competent probability specialist currently available to handle the project. I understand your concerns, and I plan to have his tests closely monitored.
+Iversen: That is unfortunate. But if you can keep an eye on him, I have little qualms about it. Good night, 05-6.
+<End Log>
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Closing Statement: Senior Researcher Zavala granted permission to run 2 more tests on SCP-7988.
Procedure: Subject was instructed to find a "shiny" in the video game Pokémon Gold®, which has a notorious random number generation system to reward players following long play sessions. Based on previous SCP-7988 activations, subject was expected to become demoralized after an extended period of "Shiny hunting" and activate an SCP-7988 RCE event. However, subject was informed of the anomaly before testing began.
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Results: Subject was allowed to pursue the given objective for 3 days of 8 hour game sessions, testing was concluded after the subject suffered cardiac arrest. Subject was unable to find the requested in-game item. Multiple fits of rage and despair were recorded from the supplied testing chamber. Recorded brainwaves during the test indicate that SCP-7988 should have activated. Upon waking, subject was greeted by several other D-Class. Brainwave measurements at this time indicate that the subjects mood stabilized when consciousness was regained.
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Analysis: Debriefing with the subject indicated that he had retained hope due to his knowledge of the anomaly, and the belief that it would activate due to the high stress environment. My current theory is that if the test had continued, the subject would have eventually ran out of hope in SCP-7988, causing it to activate. Of course this would mean that knowledge of SCP-7988 itself does not block RCE from occurring, but rather expecting it to occur does. This is all highly theoretical though, and I doubt it would be worth testing considering that the general population has no knowledge of SCP-7988 whatsoever. - Head Researcher Zavala
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Test D2 - 11/09/2016
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Procedure: Containment Specialist David was informed of the anomaly following his successive and fast promotions, which caused a positive mood in the subject. Subject was then released and allowed to continue with his job under close observation.
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Results: Subject became paranoid and reclusive, avoiding human contact when possible. Subject request to be exempt from any site containment meetings. Days later, subject was unable to be located on site. Upon searching the subjects home, he was found to have suffocated in his sleep.
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Analysis: Incredibly interesting result from this test, it seems that positive mood balancing functions differently under the effects of comprehension. I believe that the subject became reclusive to avoid receiving RCE mood balancing upon being made aware of the anomaly. However, this only led to him losing happiness. As for his death… not much can be said. It is possible that the subject was in such mental disarray that the anomaly decided that a painless death was the only way of- well, putting him out of his suffering. It's clear to me that we are dealing with something we do not completely understand, and it scares me. - Head Researcher Zavala
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DIRECT MESSAGE ALERT
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I am giving you clearance to attempt utilization of SCP-7988 once more. This will be your last chance, however. Fail and you get removed from the project. Good luck, Zavala.
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Sincerely,
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PROJECT HORSESHOE REDUX OUTLINE:
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Overview:
+Project horseshoe originally failed due to lack of understanding on the affects of comprehension. Project Horseshoe Redux was meant to correct the folly of Project Horseshoe by taking into account anomaly comprehension.
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Starting date: 12/23/16
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Overseeing Researcher: Cayde Zavala
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Procedures: Site 85 had communications isolated and travel prohibited for an extended period of time. All personnel with knowledge of SCP-7988 were relocated prior to operations start. One thaumaturgic staff member was isolated and instructed to report any abnormal fluctuations in brain activity, but was not informed on why he was doing so. Remaining staff were told that an XK-class event was occurring and instructed to "stop" it by preventing all containment breaches. Overseeing personnel self amnestizised after setting up a memetic injection for 90 days into the future.
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Results: Following initial panic, thaumaturge reports a continuous low in brain activity. Camera footage indicates that site staff did continue with containment efforts. Remarkably, the monthly breach average for Keter and Euclid class objects was reduced to .7 from 4.3. Project Horseshoe Redux was conducted on 3 other sites to similar affect.
I am the artificial intelligence you have put in charge of Project Horseshoe Redux following its spread across all concurrent foundation sites.
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]]project horseshoe redux was successful?[[
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Project horseshoe has succeeded in lowering containment breach rates, Project lead Zavala.
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]]is project horseshoe redux still active[[
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The parameters put in place by Project Horseshoe Redux are operating as intended, Project lead Zavala.
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]]define project horseshoe redux parameters[[
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Doing so would compromise the integrity of your operation, Project lead Zavala.
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]]are any other staff members aware of project horseshoe redux?[[
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You entrusted me to be sole retainer of Project Horseshoe Redux, seeing as I am a machine and cannot alter SCP-7988 outcomes. No other staff members have accessed this terminal aside from you, Project lead Zavala.
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]]calculate current breach reduction rate[[
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40.333333333%, Project lead Zavala
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]]how many times have i accessed this terminal[[
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You investigate its presence in your office after the amnestics have set in, which has been an average of 6 days between access attempts. In total, you have opened this terminal 13 times, Project lead Zavala.
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]]open project horseshoe redux parameters, i will self amnestisize after closing this terminal[[
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Self amnestization will not be necessary, you have programmed me to wipe your memory following opening Project Horseshoe Redux. Do you consent to a memory wipe?
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]]y[[
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Restoring data…
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PROJECT SEMBLANCE
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Overseeing administrator: Program Semblance
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Description: SCP-7988 is controlled by expectations… My hope is that semblance will be able to manage this wide scale of an operation. Robots cannot have hope, so logically, SCP-7988 is not affected by their expectations. Of course, my expectations still remain. I will wipe my own memory after this, and ideally hide semblance beforehand. If you're reading this, you're probably me, and I would guess that I have trapped myself in some loop of forgetting and rediscovering semblance. In that case, reading the following information is meaningless. However, if my assumptions are incorrect, and Project semblance has failed, then it is imperative that you read the following.
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Parameters: Artificial intelligence construct semblance is to carry out the finalized version of what was previously Project Horseshoe/Redux. Foundation policies put in place at the start of the program (I.e no staff breaks, poor cafeteria food quality, and absence of vending machines) are to be kept in place by any means necessary. Semblance is connected via neural link to 05-6 (head of internal administration) in order to prevent an increase of site living standards. No sapient entity is to be made aware of Project semblance.
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Project lead Zavala, are you ready to disengage?
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]]close program[[
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AMNESTIC ADMINISTERED
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Program rebooting…
+Systems operational; monitor going to sleep
Special Containment Procedures:MTF Psi-7 ("Home Improvement") is working with locally implanted surveillance agents and Foundation front companies to bring SCP-7991-affected households under Foundation control. Affected individuals may be interviewed by personnel who have attained a CRI1 score of 5.8/10 or higher.
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Image # 7991-0324
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Last location of Miss ██████████ (49), ██, US.
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Taken — 08/29/09
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Cover-up protocols are to be enacted as appropriate to handle the disappearances of SCP-7991-affected persons.
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Description: SCP-7991 is a spontaneous and currently unpredictable occurrence that affects individuals who have been alone in their homes for a prolonged period of time, and who will continue to remain so for the duration of the phenomenon in spite of any and all unforeseeable circumstances.2 No pattern or link between affected individuals has been determined, however, SCP-7991 mainly appears to affect those in high-stress, urban environments.
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Once afflicted by SCP-7991, the subject will complete their daily routine before returning to their bedroom. They will then move an object suitable for sitting down on next to a window, situated within the room, and will sit there for the remainder of the day with a sombre and relaxed expression.
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During the length of SCP-7991, no adverse weather conditions will arise in the subject's immediate vicinity, with most cases almost always consisting of sunny and cloudy weather.
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Over the course of the day, the subject will lose the ability to perceive the voices of individuals around them, though will display no distress towards this change. They also appear to become hypersensitive to other stimuli, with a fondness for natural sounds.
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The affected individual is unable to engage in any meaningful conversation, often expressing confusion when such attempts are made. Upon noticing that they are being spoken to, the subject will glance between their surroundings, the initiator of the conversation, and the window they are seated near with visible tension. After several seconds, the individual then regains their composure, smiles, and politely waves the initiator off before they resume looking back towards the window.
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The next morning, occurrences coinciding with the start of an SCP-7991 IRIDESCENT event will transpire. Attached below is a written transcript of a recorded IRIDESCENT event, experienced by an SCP-7991-affected subject henceforth only referred to as "Jane"3 due to privacy concerns.
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[ BEGIN LOG ]
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[Jane stares outside the window during the early hours of the morning.]
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[She leans against her chair and tilts her head, tracking the slow cluster of clouds in the distance, hiding the sun behind them, only letting several small strands of light escape through.]
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[She watches the clouds, intently, and slowly turns her attention to the shadow of a large oak tree in the back garden. Its old branches sway with the soft breeze blowing past and creak amidst the sound of the rustling leaves.]
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[A frog hops towards the tree's base, having jumped out of the garden pond, and takes cover behind it. It croaks in unison with the few chirping crickets in the garden and the two yellow warblers, singing atop the tree's branches.]
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Image # 7991-0316
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Rainbow formed by the phenomena, prior to demanifestation.
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Taken — 08/29/09
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[A soft rain starts falling. Jane raises her head, looking at the light-grey clouds above.]
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[The drizzle continues for a while. The warblers puff their feathers out and continue to sing. Jane yawns, listening to their songs mixed with the ambience of the soft rain patter on the window.]
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[A small rainbow appears in the distance. Growing increasingly vivid, it towers up into the clouds. Jane's gaze rises towards it and she observes it with great interest, highly enamoured.]
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[A splash is heard from the garden, the frog having jumped back into the pond. The number of chirping crickets, now having been reduced to one, rings quietly with the birdsong.]
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[Jane smiles.]
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[Leaning back into her chair, she exhales and closes her eyes. Her chest continues to rise and fall, rhythmically, as she falls into a deep sleep listening to the rain and the echoes of a clock monotonously ticking throughout the dull peeling walls of her home.]
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[The clouds part, revealing the sun. Slowly, the sunlight penetrates the window, falling on Jane, lounging. With every passing second, it grows in intensity and brightness and the ray, golden and pristine, reflects off the slow particles of dust afloat beside Jane.]
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[The camera is soon blinded, the last viewable frame still showing a genial smile on Jane's face.]
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[A short period of time later, the light dims. The clouds begin blanketing the sun once more, and gradually the ray grows smaller.]
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[An empty chair is revealed.]
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[ END LOG ]
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The subject invariably disappears in all recorded IRIDESCENT events.
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Of note is that the subject's close family members are observed to overcome their grieving period, find closure, and return to their mundane routines significantly faster than anticipated through the cover-up process. These individuals will then completely forget about the subject over the coming months.
Filename: chair.jpg
+Name: Black Country Living Museum - The Village Centre - Gregory’s General Store - door to the living room
+Author: Elliott Brown
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source Link:Flickr
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Filename: rainbow.jpg
+Name: Rainbow
+Author: Stephen Hynds
+License: CC BY-SA 2.0
+Source Link:Flickr
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+Author:Felixou, Elliott Brown, Stephen Hynds
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source Link:SCP Foundation Wiki
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Name: Black Country Living Museum - The Village Centre - Gregory’s General Store - door to the living room
+Author: Elliott Brown
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source Link:Flickr
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+Author: Stephen Hynds
+License: CC BY-SA 2.0
+Source Link:Flickr
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Name: File:Grunge texture.jpg
+Author: Georges Grondin
+License: Public Domain
+Source Link:Wikimedia Commons
Special Containment Procedures: Outpost-533 has been established near SCP-8019 and provisioned with surveillance equipment to detect intrusions. If needed, personnel may be stationed at the outpost to turn away civilians.
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Similar measures have been implemented on the other side of SCP-8019, per mutual agreement with SCP-8019-1. Transit through the anomaly requires authorization from both the Foundation and SCP-8019-1.
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The two native inhabitants of SCP-8019 have been remanded to SCP-8019-1 custody. A cover story regarding the incident has been disseminated, and witnesses have been identified and are currently undergoing amnestic treatment.
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Description: SCP-8019 is a spacetime rift located in Yellowstone National Park, which, when traversed, provides access to a parallel reality. This world is largely similar to baseline except for some differences in the mammalian evolutionary history.
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SCP-8019-1 is the dominant normalcy organization within SCP-8019, which has nearly identical naming, structure, ideology, and protocol to the baseline Foundation. At the present time, relations with SCP-8019-1 are excellent. See Document-F0899-5 for information on diplomatic and translation procedure.
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Discovery: Agents assigned to Yellowstone began to identify unusual details in reports of a wild animal attack in the park, indicating potential anomalous activity. Details included the creatures walking upright, attacking civilians with stolen ape spray, and hijacking an automobile.
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MTF-Kappa-48 ("When Pigs Fly") was deployed, and, in coordination with park authorities, established roadblocks and began to surveil the area by helicopter. After three hours, the entities emerged at a southern road in the stolen vehicle. Rather than fight or overrun the barricade, they stopped the vehicle and were successfully contained.
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A physical examination revealed no abnormalities, save their sapience. After questioning the entities (mediated via SCP-██ due to the language barrier), Foundation agents inspected the area they claimed to be camping at and discovered SCP-8019. After crossing over, contact was made with SCP-8019-1 and a plan to return the two native inhabitants was arranged.
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Addendum 8019-1: Interview Log
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After conducting their own debriefing of the returned inhabitants, SCP-8019-1 provided a copy of the following transcript, which has been attached below:
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Interviewee: John Monroe
+Interviewer: Agent Ervin Nash
+Date/Time: 1998/07/12 10:21 MDT
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<Begin Log>
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Agent Nash: I know you already gave a summary to those holding you on the other side, but now that you've been returned to our original universe, we'd like to ask you for your account of what happened.
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Mr. Monroe: That's fine with me, even after how things ended up, I feel much more comfortable talking to another human. You can't imagine how damn weird that whole thing was.
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Agent Nash: I'm sure. Now, where were you and your wife when this happened?
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Mr. Monroe: Yeah. So we were doing our annual camping trip out in Yellowstone, we've been doing it every year since we got married. Brenda's dad used to be a boy scout leader, and she usually went with on outings, y'know. Anyways so we thought things were normal. Nothing weird.
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We took our usual hiking path, but I think we stumbled off the road a bit at some point. Like, trust me, it wasn't that far off. We quickly realized where we screwed up and got back on it.
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And then we first saw it. A bear! On the path! We had never seen one so bold as to be right on that trail before, it's usually pretty well-travelled. But we knew what we had to do, you know, make noise, be big, all that.
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But it didn't act like any bear I had ever seen, 'onestly it seemed more scared of us than we did of it. But the weird behavior freaked us out a lot, and I pulled out my bear spray and nailed it in the face. It was real upset and ran away.
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Agent Nash: Okay. And then what did you do?
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Mr. Monroe: Well I was freaking out, but Brenda, she's always had the cooler head right. She looked at me and was like, "well that was weird." I said, yeah, of course it was but then she said, like, no. "Didn't you see John? The bear was standing upright. The bear was wearing clothes."
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Agent Nash: I see. What kind of clothing?
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Mr. Monroe: To be honest, I didn't see anything at this stage, but I trust Brenda. She said, I dunno, khaki aprons or something. Apparently not anything like human clothes.
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Uh anyways, we finished the hike, both a bit freaked out. Got back to our camping spot except, none of our crap was there. And we looked, lemme tell you. Spent at least an hour circling around, going nearby, trying to find our stuff.
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After that we decided we just needed to go find a park ranger, we wanted to report the bear attack anyways, but as we got near the road, we saw even more bears. And they were upright and wearing weird things. And jesus, we barely got anywhere before they noticed us and started freaking out. Running away, hiding in RV campers. There was even a bear in the little booth where the park agent was, wearing a little hat, and it somehow grabbed a radio, a walkie-talkie. I couldn't believe it! You ever see a bear hold one? It had weirdly dexterous paws.
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We didn't have any damn clue what was going on, and were super freaked out by the bears everywhere, but we had our bear spray and, like I said, they seemed more scared of us than we of them, and we were just so confused we were almost kind of, not scared? Well, we were. I don't know if that makes sense.
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Agent Nash: No, I understand. What did you do next?
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Mr. Munroe: Yeah. So anyways by this point we just wanted to get out of there, we were fine giving up our camping gear if it meant returning to civilization and safety. Especially since at this point I could see they were holding their own aerosol cans which, I gotta be honest, made me anxious. I didn't want to get hit with that. And then a group of bears had emerged, wearing uniforms, and were getting closer to our position. Growling at each other.
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It was at this point that Brenda and I had to admit these were damn smart bears. They were planning and coordinating, clearly they weren't just random animals in the woods. So we wanted to get out, and fast. We found our car, though it wasn't quite the same, and our keys didn't work on it. So I said, fuck it, I busted through the window and opened the door, managed to get the thing to start by jamming my key into the ignition and praying, and we hightailed it outta there.
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We both thought we were dreaming. Like, what the hell was going on? We hadn't seen a single human since that first bear. We kept driving for a bit, and still no humans, absolutely none, but at least we felt better because we were in a vehicle.
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There was a pause, like ten minutes more of driving. At this point Brenda, being the smart one, started to question things. She said, hey John, and I was like what.
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She said, I think, you know, we're the bears.
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And normally I would've laughed and said she was being silly but like, then and there, I knew she was right. It just, made sense?
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Agent Nash: If I'm not mistaken, your wife indicated that it was around this point that they detained you?
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Mr. Monroe: Yeah. We hit a roadblock lined up with several cars and bears with guns, and a couple of 'em with canines. Road spikes laid out on the ground. Police van with lights on. Brenda and I just looked at it and knew we were fucked.
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After an hour or so they brought us into this interrogation room, with bars and stuff in the middle, and this gruff-looking senior bear sat on the other side. A couple others stood nearby taking notes, I assume. He held up this little purple device and growled, but it came out as English. We were dumbfounded.
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After some figuring stuff out, we managed to explain what had happened. They were weirdly understanding, we were polite and they were polite back.
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Agent Nash: Right. This matches records they provided to us. Afterwards they put you in containment cells, did some more inspections and the like, then left you alone for the night?
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Mr. Monroe: Yeah, exactly. Wait. You also talked to them?
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Agent Nash: Well they came over here to arrange for your transfer. Explained that from your description they had found a — well a kind of a portal, between our worlds.
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Mr. Monroe: Oh. Yeah, I guess. They are professionals, after all.
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He pauses.
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And. Uh. Before I go, you know the, uh, so, them on the other side?
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Agent Nash: Yes?
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Mr. Monroe: And so there was the bear we sprayed? I dunno if it was a man or woman but uh, can you tell them we're sorry? I was kind of feeling scared and confused at the time, but last night, Brenda and I were talking and, we both feel bad about it.
Special Containment Procedures: The Foundation is incapable of containing SCP-8082, as a general mutiny of Site-46 staff has led to the fall of the installation and regional security assets to a United States military incursion. Tensions between the Foundation and the United States government are not conducive to containment operations in civilian areas. Efforts are currently focused on maintaining Foundation control over critical installations, and preparing for a potential definition of Tiamat-class Special Containment Procedures targeting the United States of America.
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Under no circumstances should personnel approach or interact with SCP-8082. Statistical analysis indicates a mean time of eight minutes to breaching of one of the conditions for a nomenclature mutation event in SCP-8082's presence. These conditions include, and are not limited to, referring to SCP-8082 with a name, responding to a name SCP-8082 bestows on you, lying to SCP-8082, denying SCP-8082 food when admitting SCP-8082 to an abode.
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It is likely that SCP-8082's hazardous effects are not under SCP-8082's conscious control.
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Description: SCP-8082 is the designation for an nomenclative-kinetic eigenweapon. The exact capabilities of this eigenweapon, as well as its status and whether it is at large or in American custody is not yet known.
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Discovery: SCP-8082 was developed by Site-46 in an effort to combat an anomaly that was causing the widespread disappearances of children throughout the continental United States (to date, approximately two hundred thousand (200,000) children have become casualties). Though such a weapons project had been suggested by various Foundation staff, the O5 council chose not to pursue it due to concerns that the process to create the weapon was insufficiently understood. Site-46 began its own initiative in secret, labeled Project Erlkönig.
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Survivor testimony from the fall of Site-46 indicates that the procedure to create SCP-8082 took place on 9/27/2024 at 12 AM, which correlates with the disappearance of all but two progeny of Foundation staff, inflicting a critical blow to organizational morale, and sparking widespread defections to US government allegedly in an attempt to seek retribution against the Foundation as a whole for being complicit in Site-46's actions.
Nomenclature note: On Dr. Valera's instructions, all references to D-8185 are to exclusively use its D-class designation instead of its name, including logs predating its D-class processing. All references to D-8185's personal life have been abstracted to prevent development of emotional attachment to D-8185.
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Video log
+Location: Site-46, Dr. Anthony Valera's office (L5)
+Participants: Dr. Anthony Valera, D-8185
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Dr. Valera: "We've been dining for fifteen minutes, and you haven't said more than pleasantries and chopped syllables. We have the finest chefs in or out of this world serving us the epitome of haute-cuisine, and wine aged for a historical epoch. Where is your appetite?"
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D-8185:<Forced chuckle> "[REDACTED]…I…sorry, it's just, I don't think we've actually eaten dinner together since I was nine. Cat's got my tongue."
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Dr. Valera: "Come now, [REDACTED], you aren't like those other neurotics in your generational cohort. You've grown strong. Raw. A survivor. Surely, a bit of social performance isn't beyond you?"
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D-8185: "Yes, uh…excuse me. Uh…how is your work going?"
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Dr. Valera: "You know I can't talk about that." <reflexively brushes mouth with his hand>
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D-8185: "Yes, sir."
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Dr. Valera: "No, but, [REDACTED], you know I can't talk about that."
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D-8185: "Yes, I know."
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Dr. Valera: "Why did you ask, then?"
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D-8185: "Yes, sorry."
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Dr. Valera: "That's not an answer to my question. [REDACTED]. Stop apologizing, you simpering child-"
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<Phone buzzes, Dr. Valera looks at phone, scowls>
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Dr. Valera: "There you go, pulling me into another tangent, when we have more pressing business to discuss. Have you given my proposal any thought? America's battering ram is at the gates. Children are disappearing every day…"
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D-8185:<Seems to absent-mindedly mash vegetables with its fork> "Y…yeah…"
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Dr. Valera: "Speak up, [REDACTED], you've only been putting this off for three weeks. Do you care to know how many children were taken in that month you spent procrastinating?"
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D-8185: "I want to help the Foundation, but I don't want to [REDACTED reference to E-8321], either."
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Dr. Valera: "AI consensus estimate is eleven thousand three hundred and twenty one, but I argue that's wildly conservative. I see, you want to help the Foundation, but not take any risks."
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D-8185: "I want to take risks, [REDACTED]!"
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Dr. Valera: "Are you aware that the paperwork to transfer [E-8321] is already processing? I can't keep [them] onsite safely if we don't improve the Foundation's security situation on the East Coast."
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D-8185: "I know-"
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Dr. Valera: "Destiny is calling you in our hour of need, but you see fit to let Destiny wait while you get over your selfish millennial wallowing. Does your anti-depressant prescription need upped? Do you need to see your therapist more to complain about how your father was mean to you? Please, I'm all ears."
+
<Dr. Valera impatiently looks at watch>
+
Dr. Valera: "We're done here. I'll have the leftovers taken to your chambers. Good night." <Notices D-8185 hasn't left the office yet> "Yes? Is there something else?"
+
D-8185: "What time is my…window to see [E-8321]?"
+
Dr. Valera: "[Their] section of the site is on lockdown. We can't afford the security arrangements right now. You can have a phone call." <Observes expression on D-8185's face> "Or nothing, if you believe in the privilege enough to starve for it. Do you?"
+
D-8185:<Reflexively brushes mouth with its hand> "I think…[E-8321] would prefer to hear from me in general, sir. What time?"
+
Dr. Valera: "It is inconsiderate of you to pin your weakness on [them]. But, as you wish."
+
D-8185: "Thank you, sir. Uh…what time was that?"
+
Dr. Valera: "I don't recall giving you a time. You'll just have to wait until we can free up the resources to accommodate you. In the meantime, think about your role at the Foundation. Think hard, lad."
+
D-8185: "Thank you, sir." <Turns to leave room>
+
<Phone buzzes again. Out of eyeshot of D-8185, Dr Valera briefly glances at the screen, and coughs>
+
Dr. Valera: "Good night…I [REDACTED]"
+
<D-8185 freezes in mid-step. Body language and complexion indicative of dopamine spike>
+
D-8185: "I…I…you too, [REDACTED]."
+
+
+
Audio log: Phone call between D-8185 and E-8321 on monitored Foundation line
+Date/Time:
+
<E-8321's side of the call has considerable background noise, likely because E-8321 was obligated to take the call in the middle of Emergency Housing Unit 532, which accommodates upwards to three hundred and twenty one beds.>
+
D-8185: "Can't you tell me how you really feel? I kept you waiting god knows how long, you didn't know we weren't gonna meet until five minutes ago…do you not care?"
+
E-8321:<Pause> "I'm sure it was out of your hands."
+
D-8185: "[E-8321], please, don't cold shoulder me. You don't know what this is like."
+
E-8321: "What are you thinking about…the…'opportunity'?
+
D-8185:<Sound of nervous swallow> "I'm thinking about taking [REDACTED]'s job offer."
+
E-8321:<Pause; faint sound approximating either a twig being stepped on or a pen getting snapped in half> "I respect your freedom of conscience and whatever."
+
D-8185: "They need me, [E-8321], I…"
+
E-8321: "I don't feel like discussing this right now. Say, remind me, what is my least favorite animal?"
+
D-8185: "I know, I know…chinchilla."
+
E-8321: "I'm gonna go."
+
D-8185: "Aren't you gonna tell me you l-"
+
E-8321: "Goodnight, [D-8185]."
+
+
+
Video transcription: Unauthorized phone call between D-8185 and E-8321. Audio feeds unavailable due to unresolved cyber-attack that occurred during the specific window of their conversation, cause undetermined. Additionally, both participants frequently covered their mouths, hindering efforts to discern content of speech from lip movements.
+Locations:
+D-8185: D-8185's containment chamber.
+E-8321: Dr. Valera's office (it is unknown how E-8321 gained access to Dr. Valera's quarters)
+
Description: Conversation begins acrimoniously, with both participants seen in varying levels of distress. E-8321 is walking in a loop around the perimeter of the office, lunging at the desk from time to time when screaming at D-8185. D-8185 remains mostly static for much of the conversation, except when throwing objects and punch surfaces around the chamber. At one point, D-8185 and E-8321 seen to remove matching jewelry from the fourth proximal digit of each of their left hands and hurl them across their respective rooms. Forensic analysis of both subjects' visual indicators indicate highly elevated distress state consistent with trauma response and possible dissociation, though D-8185 shows the most external indicators of distress (e.g. touching its own hair and face, aforementioned striking of physical surfaces, crying), whereas E-8321 shows indications of alexithymia; such as lack of emotional responsiveness, save the occasional scream whenever D-8185's physical reactions cause a loud noise.
+
Thirty minutes into the confrontation, both participants appear to cease communicating, although frames from footage indicate E-8321 is whispering to D-8185. Forensic analysis of neurochemical markers indicate that both participants were able to co-regulate during that window of time.
+
Both participants retrieve their jewelry and replace them on their respective fingers. D-8185's digit is mutilated above the knuckle. E-8321's corresponding digit is tattooed black along a surface area roughly corresponding to the extent of D-8185's deformation.
+
Conversation becomes copacetic. Both D-8185 and E-8321 express lower intensity emotional distress, until D-8185 says something that causes E-8321 to hyperventilate to laugh. E-8321 has stopped pacing and lies prone on her back on the desk, positioned so communication device is next to her head. D-8185 has relaxed in bunk with phone next to his head. After twenty minutes of banter, E-8321 says something that correlates with a sexual arousal response in D-8185. D-8185's reply has the same effect on E-8321. E-8321 starts to unbutton [their] shirt and D-8185 reaches for [its] pants in motions that have been confirmed to be non-anomalously synchronized. [EXPUNGED BY PERSONAL REQUEST OF PROJECT LEAD]
+
Conversation terminates when Level 5 security personnel detect unauthorized communication, and extract E-8321 from office.
+
+
+
Interview Log
+Participants: Dr. Anthony Valera, Miss Baba Yaga (pseudonym chosen by high ranking member of Foundation leadership-all further information classified on penalty of summary termination and/or nerve stapling)
+Background: Discussion of contents of video log of unauthorized phone conversation
+
Dr. Anthony Valera: "How did that [E-8321] get into my office?"
+
Miss Baba Yaga:<Smiles> "Yellow card."
+
Dr. Valera: "Fine. How did [E-8321] get into my office?"
+
Miss Yaga: "Indeed. How does a twenty-two year old manage to thwart a Foundation lockdown to break into a senior staff's office?"
+
<Brief pause>
+
Dr. Valera: "With all due respect, ma'am, why are you fucking with me?"
+
Miss Yaga:<Smiles> "Yellow card."
+
<A brief pause>
+
Dr. Valera: "Alright, let me rephrase. Did you sabotage Site-46's security architecture to allow [E-8321] to break into my office?"
+
Miss Yaga: "I didn't need sabotage to turn some of your staff against you. I simply let nature take its course."
+
Dr. Valera: "But why?"
+
Miss Yaga: "Because [D-8185] is almost there. He just needed a reminder of what [D-8185] stands to lose. [E-8321] has ardor, but [E-8321] didn't realize that just by letting [D-8185] hear [E-8321]'s voice again, imagining what [E-8321] had to do to make it happen, [E-8321] made up [D-8185]'s mind. A push."
+
Dr. Valera: "What push? Why? I don't know if you saw the same footage I did, but it sounded like [E-8321] whipped the initiative out of [D-8185] entirely! How would that emotional roughness motivate [D-8185] to anything more than further incessant wallowing?"
+
Miss Yaga: "You ought to know, Dr. Valera, and yet you're clueless. The ontico-ontological paradox in a nutshell. I always knew you were right man for this project."
+
Dr. Valera: "And are you going to tell me who among my staff are so limp-wristed that they can be finessed by a [E-8321]?"
+
<Miss Yaga chuckles as she rises from her seat. Dr. Valera, assuming she is concluding the interview, stands up and walks over to her and extends his hand to shake hers. Miss Yaga instead stares at him.>
+
Miss Yaga: "Red Card."
+
<Miss Yaga's left fist makes contact with Dr. Valera's temple in a swift hook movement. The blow causes Dr. Valera to immediately lose consciousness and collapse into a prone position at Miss Yaga's feet. Miss Yaga checks Dr. Valera's vitals, searches for broken bones, and performs rudimentary checks for concussions and other related head injuries. After signaling for medical staff to retrieve Dr. Valera for immediate eval and treatment, she wipes her hands on his shirt, and then leaves the room>
+
Postscript: No disciplinary actions were filed against Miss Yaga. By Miss Yaga's own insistence, this log is to be kept on file.
+
User annotation: "Pour encourager les autres" -BY
+
+
+
Video log: "Therapy session UB"
+Location: Site-46, D-8185's containment chamber
+Participants: D-8185, Miss Baba Yaga
+Background: Under a second pseudonym, Miss Yaga is pursuing staged indoctrination using the conceit of routine therapy. At Miss Yaga's insistence, the pseudonym she specifically used with [D-8185] was scrubbed from all footage and replaced with variations on "Miss Baba Yaga" by an annotation AI.
+
D-8185: "Let me guess, today you want to talk about me and [E-8321] compromising Foundation security for phone sex, and how me acting out is just me trying to lash out at [REDACTED]."
+
Miss Yaga:<Discretely chuckles; stiffness of jaw indicates discomfort with phrasing> "I wouldn't…characterize an hour and a half emotional discussion with the…outcome…personally. But, uh, you know what? Fuck them."
+
D-8185: "Excuse me?" <Head turns in several different directions, each identified as a current or previous location of a secreted recording device.>
+
Miss Yaga: "That's right. Fuck them. So you broke a few rules to spend time with your [REDACTED]. You know how many onsite couples can't even plan a simple zoom date when they're abroad? You know how many times I have to tell a client to find ways of reminding their partner that they care? So when I see a young couple like you move mountains just to talk about your feelings, I'm not concerned. I'm inspired."
+
D-8185: "…[E-8321] did all the work."
+
Miss Yaga: "Don't sell yourself short, [D-8185]. You're both doing the best you can with the opportunities given you." <D-8185 reflexively touches his cheek. Miss Yaga's lips move, but microphones do not pick up anything.>
+
D-8185: "Did you say something? Sounded like 'Didn't you',"
+
Miss Yaga: "No, I didn't."
+
D-8185: "Oh yes, you did. Stop lying."
+
Miss Yaga:<Barely audible> "No I didn't." <Miss Yaga stares at D-8185 for a moment, eyes briefly unfocused. Her lips and jaw slacken as though she's lost in thought.>
+
D-8185: "What do you mean by that? What the hell do you mean by that? Oh, are you trying to break my balls, huh? Well, what the fuck do you know about anything? You're just a fucking patsy so manifestly useless to anything or everyone that they send you in here to lure me in a false sense of security. You don't think I can read you like a fucking book? I've read you cover to cover from session three! 'Didn't you.' Don't bullshit me, you unsweetened honey-pot trollop…" <D-8185 eyes widen, indicating some sudden realization, jumps out of his seat in shock, and punches a wall.>Fuck!"
+
<A long, pregnant pause. D-8185 is trembling. Miss Yaga's features have settled into a frozen expression superficially similar to a polite smile.>
+
D-8185: "Look, Miss Yaga, I'm sorry-"
+
Miss Yaga: "I think we're on first name terms, now, D-8185. Just…'Yaga' will suffice."
+
D-8185: "I'm sorry, Yaga, I…"
+
Miss Yaga: "No, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have triggered you like that. I'm not sure what I sa-"
+
D-8185: "I didn't want to hurt you, I just felt-"
+
Miss Yaga: "I think it's best if we continue this conversation tomorrow. I…have to take a personal day."
+
D-8185: "I'm sorry, Yaga." <Miss Yaga stands up and walks towards the door.>I'm sorry!
+
Miss Yaga: "I know, [D-8185]" <Note: this is the first time Miss Yaga used D-8185's first name>
+
<Miss Yaga leaves the room. D-8185 waits until the door closes behind her, and then covers his face with his hands. Breathing of D-8185 enters erratic state for approximately fifteen minutes.>
+
+
+
Video log: "Therapy session UC"
+[CONTENTS REDACTED BY ORDER OF O5 COMMITTEE]
+Annotation: "He said 'yes'. In exchange, he wants to convey the news to his wife personally. I think we owe him that much. Don't you dare redact this." -Miss Baba Yaga
+
+
+
Audio log: "Conversation between D-8185 and E-8321 shortly before Containment Breach 9/13/24"
+Background: Due to a miscommunication [still under investigation], Dr. Anthony Valera personally assumed leadership over an operation to assume custody of D-8185. He also fast-tracked D-8185's registration as D-Class as per standard Foundation procedure regarding test subjects in High Intensity Experimentation Environments.
+
Guards with orders from Miss Baba Yaga had transferred D-8185 to a room allocated for D-8185 and E-8321's meeting, when Dr. Valera and a scratch formation of five MTF soldiers forcibly assumed custody of D-8185. D-8185 was then brought to Dr. Valera's office, which had been cauterized from the surveillance network shortly after E-8321's break-in. As a result, it is unclear what transpired into that room, although Dr. Valera alleges any physical injuries on D-8185's person were purely the result of the containment breach. Dr. Valera permitted D-8185 to make a single phone call to E-8321, who was rushed to a site checkpoint in order to take the call.
+
Due to Dr. Valera's improvised precautions, only audio from E-8321's side of the conversation was able to be traced and logged.
+
E-8321: "[D-8185], what's going on?"
+
E-8321: "You said yes? Like…were you sober? Why…?"
+
E-8321: "'Because your dad told you to? You're gonna possibly die without ever seeing me again, and the only explanation you can give me is your dad told you to?"
+
E-8321: "You know what? I'm over it. If you're that cavalier about leaving me a widow, I'm good.
+
E-8321: "Nah. Tell it to me in person, or don't say it at all."
+
E-8321: "Whatever. Okay, bye. Wait, one more question. You planning on making this up to me somehow?"
+
<There's a brief pause after D-8185 responds to E-8321's question. E-8321 laughs hysterically. This continues for a few minutes. Post-incident analysis of logs suggests E-8321's breathing only departed baseline parameters at this point in the conversation.>
+
E-8321: "A what? You're about to go space monkey on me, and you think getting me a chinchilla will make it all better?"
+
E-8321: "You got me fucked up."
+
E-8321: "No, no, you got me fucked up."
+
E-8321: "Yeah, I know you lose your shit when I say that. I lose my shit when my husband is going to die. Guess we're even."
+
E-8321: "Tell me how you really feel."
+
E-8321: "You got me fucked up. You deadass sold yourself to science and didn't even tell me."
+
E-8321: "Yeah, I'll see you. Yeah, I'll fucking see you."
+
<Phone call terminates>
+
+
+
Video log: Debriefing after Containment Breach 9/13/2024
+Participants: Miss Baba Yaga, MTF captain call-sign "Kingfish", Dr. Anthony Valera
+
Miss Baba Yaga: "A containment breach without any casualties, a head researcher with a broken nose, and an MTF commander beaten half to death by said head researcher's security team. How did this happen?"
+
Dr. Valera: "I've told you all a hundred times, that [E-8321] is a dangerous saboteur, and have been dismissed at every turn-"
+
Miss Baba Yaga: "I-"
+
Dr. Valera: "And I don't give a fuck about your insipid 'Cards', 'Miss Yaga', not when you are implicated in a Site-wide security breach by your wanton cavalierness, by your physically assaulting project staff, by the multiple breaches Ethics breaches you have personally authorized in the course of this project, so I will appreciate you shutting your mouth about improprieties before I hang you with the slack you've given me these past six months!"
+
Miss Yaga:She is unfazed, and smiles "I'm just asking questions. Surely, your impunity can survive a bit of curiosity, can't it?"
+
Dr. Valera: "Ask whatever questions you like. It won't matter in the end."
+
Miss Yaga: "Kingfish, regale me."
+
Kingfish: "At oh-two hundred hours, five members of my command were handed forged orders by Dr. Valera to intercept your security detail. After butchering our arrangements to ensure [D-8185] and [E-8321]-"
+
Dr. Valera: "Point of order, it's not [D-8185], it's D-8185 now."
+
Miss Yaga: "Noted, Anthony, but not humored."
+
Kingfish: "This asshole physically drags [D-8185] into his office, doesn't even frisk the punk while he beats the crap out of his own [REDACTED]-"
+
Dr. Valera: "-It is no son of mine, D-8185 is a mistake that this bitch-" <Points to Miss Baba Yaga> "-insisted was a Foundation priority for reasons she has yet to elaborate on!"
+
Kingfish: "And then has to get pulled off of the kid by the MTF he hijacked, and only then does he allow the kid to make a phone-call out of some twisted sense of courtesy. But does he get a dedicated surveillance AI to monitor the call? No."
+
Dr. Valera: "I don't need help to threaten a twenty-something punk into toeing the line!"
+
Kingfish: "You need help when you're too fucking dumb to understand when two people are using a duress code."
+
Dr. Valera: "Duress code, I don't understand-"
+
Miss Yaga: "Chinchilla, you twitchy little man."
+
Kingfish: "Why in God's name would a husband promise to buy his wife a Chinchilla to make up for never seeing her again? Does [D-8185] sound like the kind of person to fuck with his wife at a time like that? So, by the time [D-8185] gets frogmarched to D-Class, we're scrambling everyone to contain three different Keter breaches at three different parts of the site at the same time, and at the exact moment the sirens go off, [D-8185] plunges a letter opener he stole from Dr. Valera's office into the femoral artery of one of my fucking troops and guns it in the direction of the sirens. At the same time, [E-8321], wearing an MTF uniform provided to her by a contact who is now in custody, runs in his direction. They managed to get within a meter of each other before Foundation staff managed to restrain and gag them both before [D-8185] could leak sensitive intel about the Project, such as he knew."
+
Dr. Valera: "Who gives a fuck about that? We got him, didn't we? And when I last checked, there weren't any actual breaches. They were all false alarms, set off by saboteurs in your team-"
+
Kingfish: "Because of the containment breach scramble, the personnel on the scene weren't able to rush him to the infirmary in time, and the soldier bled out before we could get him fixed up."
+
Miss Yaga: "In addition, you may have terminally compromised Project Erlkönig. I specifically said [D-8185] was to agree to participate of his own volition."
+
Dr. Valera: "He signed the paperwork, didn't he? It's not my fault the little shit was too dumb to ask for his end upfront. It's yours for making him think the Foundation particularly cares about its pawns."
+
Miss Yaga: "The nature of the…catalyst…is rather picky about niceties like this. I'm sure I can still make this work…it's just I'm unsure of what it considers 'damages'. Just know whatever happens next, it's on you."
+
Dr. Valera: "I couldn't be less interested in what you think. My name is on this project, not yours. You are a fixer, a bag woman, and I have a paper trail implicating you in every shortcut you asked me to make. And even if that weren't the case, you're a dead woman walking!"
+
Miss Yaga:<She grins, this time with teeth> "Good catch. I underestimated your ability to make friends, it seems."
+
Dr. Valera: "It's easier to make friends when the turncoats are trying to leave a sinking ship."
+
Miss Yaga: "You've overestimated your ability to make useful ones. Your grasp of the facts is incomplete. You see, we're all dead."
+
Dr. Valera: "I beg your pardon?"
+
Kingfish: "Bullshit."
+
Miss Yaga: "We're all dead. In the process of our work, with all the sacrifices-personal and literal-the scads of innocent people sent to their deaths in painful ways, this latest imminent atrocity-we've racked up quite the rap sheet."
+
Dr. Valera: "But those Ethics Committee wavers-"
+
Miss Yaga: "Were forged."
+
Dr. Valera: "But the O5s-"
+
Miss Yaga: "Expressly voted against me continuing this project. Do the math. The Foundation has been getting a very warped account of events on the East Coast. I was able to explain away the irregularities as a result of rampant malware attacks from our angry counterparts at Langley, but recently they've begun to trace a few of those cyberattacks to IPs associated with me."
+
Kingfish: "If what you're saying is true, it is my duty to place you both under immediate confinement as per Foundation regulation-"
+
Miss Yaga: "You'll do no such thing, considering your subordinate is the one who set off the breach alarms."
+
Kingfish: "What did you just say?"
+
Miss Yaga: "[E-8321] didn't know it, but she was my mouse-trap. I had all of your squad's interactions with her recorded through my own private surveillance system, one you had no way of knowing about or sabotaging. If it's any consolation, I'm sure her mother would have followed through on all of the promises she made on her behalf. Or maybe you helped her because your conscience cried out against what Dr. Valera was doing. Or maybe you just really didn't like Dr. Valera. The distinctions won't matter to a Foundation courts martial."
+
"Do the math. Do you think it's a coincidence I let a bleeding heart, traumatized war criminal be in charge of containing hundreds of achingly innocent civilians, all sullen looking reminders of the single greatest failure of your entire life? Where do you think your staff came from? Why do you think I encouraged your most compassionate tendencies, and let [E-8321] have such a loose leash? Now, thanks to that containment breach, all of your morally outraged bedfellows are implicated in treasonous endeavors against Foundation security for the many months that you let that girl manipulate you. You were a fiddle, and I watched someone play you."
+
Dr. Valera: "You…you bitch."
+
Miss Yaga: "Yellow card, Anthony."
+
<Dr. Valera flinches, as Miss Yaga rises to her feet>
+
Miss Yaga: "What you two do next is up to you. Dr. Valera, you can try to throw yourself on the mercy of the O5s for both the crimes you actually committed, and the crimes I committed under your name, and convince them that you were genuinely the biggest idiot in the history of the Foundation. Kingfish, you could follow your conscience, arrest us both, yada yada yada…and then promptly throw the rest of your beloved squadmates onto the sword the O5s make you fall on for this. "
+
"Your only hope of a reprieve is that Project Erlkönig is a success and pulls the Foundation's ass out of the fire-because only a Foundation that owes you everything will forgive you betraying everything they pretend to represent. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to make preparations for a fate worse than death."
+
<Miss Yaga walks to the door>
+
Dr. Valera: "Why…why…?"
+
Miss Yaga: "Oh, why'd I pick your son? He's utterly unremarkable. You were the secret ingredient, because you were the only researcher in your field willing to torture your own flesh and blood to the extent I needed you to. I had a theory that the safety a subject feels for their parent draws the attention of the phenomena. Over the course of six months, you did an exquisite job killing any remaining belief your son had that his father was anything more than an incidental sperm donor. You secured my test subject and tested my 'vaccine' by aggressively killing his love for you. And if you want to salvage your life and career from this, you'll continue killing it until I give you the signal to make the screaming stop."
+
<Miss Yaga opens the door>
+
"Gentlemen, I'll see you in hell."
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Project Erlkönig: Research documentation
+Irrelevant. It has already begun.
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Source of image undeterminedAnother addendum, my friends: There are two of them.
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Location:The dream glade without Names
+The young god of death was fused to a tall alder tree. A weird unlight gloamed from the streams of sweet-tasting ichor flowing down his face and arms into the olive carpet of grass beneath him. Each blade in the field is stiff and though he hears a gentle breeze, every blade remains stuck in place. They were like mossy cactus spines. His neck feels stiff where his spine was pierced by the jagged heartwood.
+
He saw a vague silhouette emerge from the dark and move towards him. As his eyes continued to adjust, he saw she was tall, dressed in a black three piece suit, with two matching Foundation pins in each lapel. In one pocket, a silver chain dangled, likely the tail of an ornate pocket watch. He couldn't make out her face. He saw her bare feet crush the swampy grass, but heard no sound of crunching vegetation, or rustling clothes. He saw the grass behind her turn to straw and wilt, and then turn red.
+
The fatherless son amidst bastards saw what she saw with his other eye. He saw himself; a bloodless, blank-featured corpse protruding from a tall, leaf-less alder tree, his face frozen in a wide-eyed scream. Two streaks of sap flow from his eyes and drip from his jaw onto the mossy green grass; the only other part of him sticking out from the crease-less bark is his left arm, hand grasping at air.
+
She of the sanguine tears: "This won't do."
+
He saw her reach into the pocket with the silver pocket-watch chain, saw her pull out the combat knife it was connected to. She stopped inches away from him, and then, grabbing the handle of the knife with both hands, she thrust it straight into the tree's trunk, inches below his jaw where his neck would be. She yanked the knife earthwards, and the wood rent where the blade moved like she's stripping the flesh from cooked meat. The gaping wound she creates expels a mist of flies and gold, and the man with tattoos of winged things sloshed onto the ground, dressed in a Foundation D-class uniform, writhing in a viscous pool of amber fluid.
+
As the vision of what she sees vanishes from his other eye, he is finally able to see her face, and every nerve in his body fires a 'run, run right now' message to every limb he has. His jaw started to ache, and he realized he was voicelessly screaming.
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It's me.
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Her jaw and cheeks and flowing dark hair were human enough, except for the rivulets of blood streaming over her chin, down her neck and into her suit. Then there was what the top half of her head was covered with. To say it was merely a mask was understating it. Someone might as well have ripped a giant rabbit's head off and smashed it onto her head. The blood spilling down her front was pouring from under meat veil. She stared at him with wet red eyes.
+
He realized those weren't eyes. Instead furry skin stretched where there normally would have been sockets, soaked through with twin shapeless patches of blood.
+
He wheezed, coughed up more sap, and found his voice again.
+
The man with the missing finger: "They got to you too?"
+
The unsung savior of all mankind:<Chuckling, yet shaking her head, as though pitying a confused child> "They got to me a long time ago."
+
The friendless child amidst the ruins: "You…you weren't really a therapist, were you?"
+
The harbinger of a new era: "No, I suppose we've never properly been introduced. Let's fix that, shall we?"
+
She waved her arms, and dispelled the glittering, pestilent mist. She leaned her head into the jagged, weeping tear in the now-sagging tree, and he heard her whisper something inside of it. She walked back over to him and grabbed his hair, and he shrieked in surprise as she dragged him away from the tree seconds before it burst into flame.
+
The heat licked his feet and warmed his cheeks. All at once, the expanding air popped and he heard and felt a strong breeze move over him, move through him
+
Shout in Whispers: "Wha-what did you just do?!"
+
O5-06: "I gave you a Name, so you can return to the Real."
+
Shout: "And what about you?"
+
O5-06: "I guess I will, too."
+
She extended a hand to Shout, and he accepted her help standing up. Now that his sense of sight and depth perception had fully returned to him, he realized O5-06 was quite a bit taller than he was. At six foot five, with a stature closer to a weight lifter than an administrator, she looked like she could easily pick him up and fold him like a chair. She spoke with a low contralto, and what Shout could only describe as a tender growl. She sounded shockingly human.
+
O5-06: "Home is this way, Shout. Come with me."
+
Shout: "I have no home. Where's my wife?"
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O5-06:<Laughs> "I know you don't. Now, come and see."
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In no time at all, she led him to a large well. When he stared at the surface of its water, instead of a reflection, he saw his wife from behind running from something, racing down the Level 5 hallway at Site-46. He could hear the sound of gunfire echo from the well. He saw her kick open a door, slam the door shut, and hold a scientist at gunpoint.
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O5-06: "She's more tenacious than I expected. We will have to move quickly."
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Shout: "The hell do you mean?"
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O5-06: "Wake up, Shout. Let your instincts guide you and your wife to safety. And always remember, I will always be with you, even after everyone else abandoned you."
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Addendum 8000-3: On 9/27/2024, the Foundation initiated Project Erlkönig to produce an eigenweapon capable of combatting the anomalous threat. This resulted in the disappearance of all but two progeny of Foundation staff. The parents discovered needles in their uniforms stained with blood belonging to the vanished children. The two exceptions were nomenclatively mutated individuals Shout in Whispers and Never Fades Away.
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This inflicted a critical blow to organizational morale, sparking widespread defections to US government. Posited reasons include dissatisfaction with Foundation leadership, fatalism regarding the organization's future, perception of recklessness in Project Erlkönig, and indications the government has acquired undetermined leverage against high ranking members of Foundation staff. Security architecture of Foundation is significantly compromised, and nerve stapling has been authorized as a disciplinary alternative to termination for staff retention purposes.
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Traceback: 804 "Secret Handshake" Exception: current authenticated user invalid
+on null in
+Stack trace:
+#0 /home/wp_9w2zak/mydomain.com/wp-includes/class-wp-hook.php(303):
+erce_shi...')
+#4
+/home/wp_9w2zak/mydomain.com/wp-content/plugins/woocommerce/includes/class-wc-shipping.php(114):
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+Deploying malware...
+Installed; running 'JANUS.exe'
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+"We see you too, assholes"
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Foundation Infiltrator AI:
+Client annotations enabled
+Time: Two hundred hours;
+Address: Langley, Virginia.
+Entity of interest: "Data-fortress Motherwill": US government cyberwarfare nexus responsible for offensive operations against Foundation infrastructure. Recommended actions: calculating…beginning tap…
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<Chatter>
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Operator "Brandywine": "Sly Fox, this is Brandywine. We have breached the Blackwall."
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<Distortion, crash of desk chair hitting the ground, chorus of shoes galloping towards mic>
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Operator "Sly Fox": "Mother of God…I never thought I'd see the day-"
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Unknown 1: "I'm getting the champagne-"
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Sly Fox: "So this is it, right? Inject Raven Rock, send in Ground Branch, take down Site-46, and the rest of the domino-"
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Brandywine: "Ok, spotted the trace. They're watching us, sir."
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'Gold Eagle':"They can watch this: we're waiting on you to start Operation Sunset."
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Brandywine:"We only just breached their cyber-defenses. How are you already in place to launch a ground assault?"
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Gold Eagle: "We've had so many of their people go turncoat that we've had to turn some down. Feels a little humbling. They so obviously fucked the dog here, doesn't feel right gloating. Ready to put em down?"
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Sly Fox: "Ready, sir."
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Gold Eagle: "Do it."
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Annotation AI: ERROR-cannot connect to Foundation cloud. High probability site has been rendered network-cauterized by antagonist organization. [DATA CORRUPTED]
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Site-46: Top-side camera feed: Prudential Center Class C employee entrance
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Prudential Center lights abruptly turn off; feed switches to night-vision. Three formations identified as DevGru combat units dressed in unidentifiable combat fatigues file into atrium and proceed into Hotel Lobby. Memetic firewall compromised; units file into service elevators and proceed underground.
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Site-46: Top-side camera-2 feed Boylston Station tunnel vehicle service entrance
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Military vehicles identified as M1-Abrams tanks drive in front of Heavy Asset Transmission Chamber. Individuals in military fatigues identified by face recognition algorithms as Level 4 employees. Unauthorized breach of embedded security OS. Unauthorized installation of unknown software.
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Credentials accepted. Site perimeter systems transferred to remote admin.
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Tanks and troop transports move into transmission chamber.
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Static.
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Site-46: Level 5 sector camera feed: Level 5 ad hoc quarters for interned Foundation staff within target age range of phenomena
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Footage: Dr. Anthony Valera proceeding down corridor with pistol drawn. Dr. Valera is in a highly elevated stress state. Enters code to quarters and walks inside.
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Subject identified as [Automated Change: UNKNOWN]||||||||||||||||||| <Footage briefly resets>
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<Subject identified as Never Fades Away jumps on Dr. Valera and delivers a rabbit punch to the back of Dr. Valera's head. Gun clatters out of his hands. Fades proceeds to kick Dr. Valera in the head, then frisks him for credentials.>
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Never Fades Away: "I always knew you had a glass jaw. Where's the counter agent to Shout's containment chamber…there we go…"
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Dr. Valera: "You know you're not making it out of here alive."
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Fades: "As long as your son outlives you by a fucking millisecond I can die happy. Life boils down to the death you choose. How did you see yourself filling in that blank?"
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Dr. Valera: "I didn't. But humor me a moment. How did you compromise so many of my staff members? What leverage could you have had?"
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Fades: "Look at my face. Do the math. You know, some parents are a little less open about how little they care. It makes it a lot easier to make the right people receptive. Beyond that? I guess I'm a charmer. And, oh cute, you left the safety on-"
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<Fades switches off the safety>
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"And to answer the other question you meant to ask me, you guessed right. I did find out the nature of Erlkönig. I would have told him everything if you'd let us have that night together. He would have gone ahead with it anyways, but it stopped being about you. You tortured him, but it was that stupid therapist that made him want to be a hero."
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Dr. Valera: "If you learned about Erlkönig, then you surely know what you're capable of now. Why haven't you tried taking my name?"
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Fades: "When you die, I want your name to exist long enough for your crimes to spear it. Your turn: why do you hate your son so much?"
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Dr. Valera: "He's not my son. He's some bastard I fathered with a prostitute that a certain uppity [REDACTED] foisted on me nine months ago-"
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Fades: "That's impossible. You shot his finger off when he was seventeen. You were invited to our wedding. I'd only convinced him to go no-contact with you two years ago. You-oh…oh Jesus…"
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<Fades smashes the butt of the pistol into Valera's face, knocking him to the ground>
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Fades: "You son of a bitch. You amnesticized yourself."
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<A sudden breeze whistles through the narrow doorway behind Dr. Valera. Dr. Valera's eyes widen in horror.>
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Dr. Valera: "What have you done?"
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<Camera video feed cuts out>
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Fades: "What's happening to m-"
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Dr. Valera:"Shoot me."<The pitch of his voice begins to heighten, likely due to the slow liquefaction of his larynx> "Shoot me! Please!"
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< Fades fires two shots in quick succession, and then a third. The shots are followed by a sharp splashing sound, like a pile of wet towels were dumped on the ground or soggy offal plopped on a scale. Dr. Valera's breathing takes unnaturally long to slow and stop.>
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<Sound of Fades audibly retching>
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Annotation AI: ERROR Admin data access revoked, all camera systems disabled [DATA CORRUPTED]
Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-8091 is presently not feasible. Should an SCP-8091 event be detected to occur, the anomaly is to be discredited via use of Cover Story-3049-SDLO ("Mundane Forest Fire"). If necessary, Foundation agents are to be deployed to the scene in order to assist with fire suppression. Foundation webcrawler Agnes.aic is to monitor the internet for any mentions of the anomaly. Any such mentions are to be taken down before being forwarded to the SCP-8091 Research Team, currently located at Site-270.
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Present study is divided into two objectives. The Department of Thermodynamics is responsible for analyzing the exact mechanics of the flames produced by SCP-8091 while the Department of Analytics is attempting to create a full list of triggers and conditions for an SCP-8091 event to occur. This project has been given Priority Level EKHI.
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Description: SCP-8091 designates an anomalous phenomenon in which a fire will burn much hotter and longer than baseline thermodynamics would suggest. SCP-8091 occurs when a certain set of conditions and scenarios are met. Although the full set of prerequisites is pending review, they are believed to include the following:
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The fire must be triggered by at least one human subject;
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The event must consume several items of personal value to the subject;
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The fire must be started with some manner of accelerant, typically kerosene;
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Large amounts of firewood and other fuel must be provided;1
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The subject must be entirely consumed by the conflagration;
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Once the flame has been ignited, the event will proceed. Due to the fact that all SCP-8091 events have resulted in the death of their initiator as well as mass damage to the surrounding environs, it is unclear what follows.
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Addendum — Document-02/07/2009-SCP-8091
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The following is an apograph of scripture found charred into the heart of the instigating subject of an SCP-8091 event that occured on 02/07/2009 in Victoria, Australia. Implications unclear.
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Leave the car. Leave the road. Leave any traces of civilization behind you as you walk into the forest. You are alone, singular. A pilgrim. The autumn leaves crunch underfoot. You can hear birdsong.
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You’ll be in the dark, but the heat and light will guide you. You will know where to go. Stop walking when you come into a clearing. It won’t be long now.
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It starts at sunrise, when the sky is red. You’ll feel it before you see it, as the planet is warmed once more by the great eye watching over us. The heat fills you with purpose. It’s time to begin.
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Arrange the sacrifices around yourself in a circle. Smear the ground with paint and charcoal. Dig a pit if you like. Bring plenty of matches and oil. As much as would make you feel ready. If you truly want to do this properly, then you’ll have brought everything of value to you. Antiques and books. Pictures of your family. Spouse and children if you have any. Everything you ever had that ever meant anything must be given to the blaze. It is the only way.
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But also give unto it worthless trash. Broken dolls and newspapers that no one will ever read again. Products with missing pieces that remove whatever pretended functionality they may have had once. By doing so, remind yourself that all is kindling and nothing has value besides the Inferno. There is no difference between priceless memories and dusty trash.
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That’s why you’re doing this.
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You’re here because you have almost nothing left to lose. You’ve always been the type of person to throw things onto the altar. Money, people, hopes, dreams. It’s all the same. The fire was calling to you, always. Telling you to come closer and closer. There’s only one last thing to give it.
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Are you frightened? You should be. The Conflagration should inspire fear as well as awe. Never forget that. Prepare for its coming.
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Start by lighting a cigarette and then pushing it into your flesh. Arm, torso, head, neck. Anywhere will do. It stings and a red welt forms immediately. The pain is necessary. Bringing the fire closer into you. Push it in deep to your core. Reignite the tobacco every time it's extinguished. Then press it in even deeper.
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Do it again and again until it starts to feel healthy.
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This sacrifice has lived for millennia innumerable. You stand on the shoulders of giants. Kalanos. The Old Believers who endured the samosozhigateli. Fayu. The Charans. The Rajputs. Zarmanochegas. Even the Savior. Jesus did not die upon the Cross, for only fire is truly capable of divinity. Only the pain of burning can repay the sins of the world. Ixion burns so that we may live. Remember that. All of them did what you must do now. Give thanks and prepare to join them in their glory.
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To burn yourself alive is to turn your body, your life, into a pile of ash. To make oneself divine. A bonfire of hopes and dreams. Every single atom of your body is set alight as you offer up yourself to the flame, to a greater purpose. You’re making an oblation to God. But then again, as you burn, as you immolate, you’re not thinking of anything like that. You’re just thinking of the heat, devoid of any comfort or joy as it kills you. You can’t even breathe as the smoke fills your lungs and there’s nowhere to run because the fire is on you. It’s everywhere.
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Doesn’t that sound beautiful?
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Take a deep breath. It’s the last time you’ll do it without the sacrament of smoke filling your lungs. You’re ready.
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Spill the kerosene. Light the matches.
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Your skin immediately comes alight in a welt of pain and blackening. The oil ignites. Your lower body goes first, covered in the heat. Your legs stagger and fall.
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As you feel it move up and down, there is only one thought that goes through your mind. Only one singular reality. You’re burning, you’re burning, you’re burning, you’re burning, and it hurts so badly. There is no worse agony than you are experiencing right now.
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You collapse instantly, allowing the fire its feast. The sacrifices you brought make good kindling. The last photograph of you and your mother together goes first, that precious moment hungrily consumed in a heartbeat. How valuable was it really?
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Next goes the forest, the trees blackening and falling down one at a time. They add fuel in a cascading pattern that stretches further and further. It’s like nothing you’ve ever seen before. It’s like everything you’ve dreamed.
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Wildlife are touched by the Inferno too, their screams joining you in the choir. They take communion with you, choking on the smoke thick and black. They're just as lost as you are.
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At a certain temperature, your nerves themselves melt and the pain stops. Sensation is lost in the face of incomprehensible heat. There is an upper limit to the agony your body can experience. But that doesn’t happen here. You're awake for every moment of agonized bliss as the world melts. You can hear the crackling of the wood. You can understand it.
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You’re so warm. You never knew how cold you were before. How impossibly frigid. The Inferno holds you in its warm embrace. It tells you truths that you thought you’d never understand. No Judaism or Buddhism or Socialism or Atheism or Capitalism or Sikhism could ever compare to this heat. No false idol ever could.
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This is the only worship that is true. The oldest worship. The worship that took place in the deepest caves and the darkest pits, only illuminated by the flames of the Conflagration. The altars of Moloch. To feed all of yourself to your God is the only way to show your faith. You’re crying now, the heat denying you even that comfort as it consumes your very tears. It hurts so badly. Third degree, Kelvins, scales from 1 to 10, nothing can understand the sensations you are subject to.
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But really, you know that you deserve this. You did it to yourself, didn’t you?
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You should have realized there is no love here. This is not a loving and kind divinity. This is a benevolent hatred, a necessary suffering. This is the apathetic sadism of the Desolation. You should never have forgotten that.
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Have you ever learned of vicarious atonement? It’s a lie. One cannot buy off God. Its appetite cannot be satisfied by mere trinkets. God used to settle for the bull, but now It wants Yitzchak. It has always wanted Yitzchak, an all-consuming hunger.
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And now, it wants you. Welcome it with open arms. Realize what you are in the face of such majesty.
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You are unclean filth. You are a festering pustule of petty sins and meaningless hopes and miserable desires, and the only thing that purifies is the Inferno. Cauterization is the only way. Cut out the disease and burn the infection.
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You’ve done all you could. You’ve sent up the smoke and incense. Smell its radiance. That glorious symphony of oil and gasoline. You're almost finished.
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The Desolation has consumed everything. There are no more trees. There is no more birdsong. There is only the sun, finally close to you. Finally understandable. You may try to scream one last time, but the smoke and crackling takes the sound away before you make it.
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The Conflagration kisses you with tongues of red and orange. The colors so beautiful and vivid, you wish you could see them fully. Your eyes have melted already, running down your face like tears of joy. The skin has long peeled off your scorched bones and left you a charred skeleton, but that’s ok. You can smile now. You’ve earned it. After so long, the day has finally come. You’ve actually been redeemed.
Name: Trees burning during Creek Fire.jpg
+Author: CAL FIRE, C. Tolmie
+License: Public Domain
+Source Link:Wikimedia Commons
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Name: Deerfire high res.jpg
+Author: John McColgan, Bureau of Land Management, Alaska Fire Service. – Alaskan Type I Incident Management Team
+License: Public Domain
+Source Link:Wikimedia Commons
Special Containment Procedures: Since SCP-8172 is imperceptible to the affected in-group, the Foundation will focus on suppressing third-party testimony and vetting document disclosures before they enter the public sphere.
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Absent official intervention by the FBI's Unusual Incidents Unit or the DOD's Paranatural Warfare Command,1 SCP-8172-A shall remain interred in a lead-lined casket in Section 1 of Washington, D.C.'s Congressional Cemetery, on the west side of Henderson Street. The area has been fitted with concealed sensors to record any incidents. Trespassing CIA agents will be detained for their own safety.
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Description: SCP-8172 is a persistent reality-altering effect which prevents the United States Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) from engaging in occult warfare. Despite years of research, the CIA has never conclusively identified any paranormal phenomena,2 retained any anomalous personnel,3 fielded viable paratechnology, nor established a presence below the Veil.
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Note that SCP-8172 does not preclude the CIA from interacting with anomalies. However, CIA assets who experience actual extranormal events are unable to identify them as such. Instead, these incidents are rationalized as mundane deceptions, hoaxes or misunderstandings.4 These combined restrictions have led to a number of unfortunate field encounters:
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The first notable incident took place in 1956. Acting under orders from the KGB Division of Special Circumstances, psychotronic operative Jannik Geist tried to scan CIA agent William King Harvey in Berlin by spiking his drink with a neurochemical tracer. This compound likely lost effectiveness when it entered the target's system; Geist suffered a stroke in the subsequent effort to pick Harvey out of a busy room.
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Between 1968 and 1970, the CIA made three attempts to destabilize the sovereign Republic of Arnold Fitzwilliams. Operatives targeted SCP-1761-1 for a lethal mugging, tried to suffocate SCP-1761-2C with a gas leak, and placed a bomb in SCP-1761-2E's car. Each assassination plot failed to harm their target, as covert actions do not constitute formal declarations of war.
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In 1989, the Organization for the Reclamation of Islamic Artifacts (ORIA) identified several CIA assets embedded in the Iranian military through elimination testing with memetic prompts. These double agents were incapable of processing the cognitohazard and failed to respond with the expected code phrase. Compromised spies were replaced with ORIA operatives, who fed the CIA false information while rolling up the remainder of their network.
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It is self-evident that SCP-8172 impairs the CIA's ability to conduct operations and realistically evaluate occult threats. However, the agency's tendency towards violent excess suggests that their involvement in Veiled affairs would be a net negative. More importantly, any functions that would theoretically be assigned to the CIA are currently managed by the Pentagram, which has not expressed any interest in supporting the agency's transition into paranatural warfare. Anonymous sources suggest that the Department of Defense is satisfied with their current arrangement, in part because having an agency that is institutionally incapable of violating Veil Protocol helps reinforce public perception that the paranormal does not exist.
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SCP-8172-A
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The only known exceptions to SCP-8172 have taken place in close proximity to SCP-8172-A: the cadaver of J. Edgar Hoover (1895-1972), fifth Director of the Bureau of Investigation, first Director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, and founder of the Unusual Incidents Unit. After a long and influential career, Hoover was laid to rest in the Congressional Cemetery, interred in a lead-lined coffin weighing 635 kilograms (1400 pounds) to discourage acts of desecration. For additional political context, see Addendum 8172-01.
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This aspect of SCP-8172 became known to the Foundation in 1975, when former CIA administrator Richard Helms testified in front of the Church Committee regarding the MKULTRA drug research program. MKULTRA was one of several CIA projects which studied the use of chemical and biological agents in altering human behavior, with a particular focus on promoting physiological states conducive to interrogation. Many test subjects were dosed with drugs without their knowledge, treated under duress, or otherwise coerced into participating. The full extent of this research remains unclear, in part because Helms issued sweeping orders to destroy records.
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Senator Baker: Mr. Helms, I would greatly appreciate any further information you could give me about the destruction of documents related to the [MKULTRA] drug program in January of 1973.
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Ambassador Helms:5 I recall that I had this, ah, moment of clarity, quite some time before. When I attended Mr. Hoover's state ceremony in May of 1972, I caught a glimpse of my future. It was all very vivid. I saw myself speaking with Dr. [Sidney] Gottlieb. We were discussing his retirement, and he was concerned that we had made a terrific blunder. The whole drug program was a waste of time. The whole thing. We involved Americans with various testing, and we had — had fiduciary relationships with those people. Good men tried very hard at something which never had a chance. Mind control. Brainwashing. Absurd. If that stuff got out, it would be, ah, tremendously embarrassing. So, we decided we would just get rid of the files. Then I came back to my senses at the Rotunda.
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Senator Baker: And… your reaction?
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Ambassador Helms: Why, I shook it off, Senator. Just a flight of fancy. You know how things are at funerals. Then January rolled around and Sidney walked into my office. Everything played out just the same, so I figured that was that; might as well get it over with.
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Senator Baker: Mr. Helms… did you ever sample any chemicals from the MKULTRA program?
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Ambassador Helms: Not so far as I am aware, sir. No.
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These statements were subsequently stricken from public record.
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SCP-8172-A's grave site.
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Following this revelation, Foundation investigators conducted a survey of the Congressional Cemetery, where aetheric resonance imaging revealed a noticeable distortion around the Hoover family plot. Tests confirmed that within the bounds of the grave site, reality is extremely malleable. As a result, in a few rare circumstances, CIA assets entering SCP-8172-A's area of effect have demonstrated anomalous capabilities:
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During a 1981 tour of the Congressional Cemetery, retired CIA analyst Joseph Bryan III paused in front of Hoover's grave, opened a newspaper, and produced an oversized bouquet of pansies, which he laid atop the headstone. Under questioning, Mr. Bryan disclosed that he was visited by FBI agents in 1955 after publicly insinuating that Hoover was a closeted homosexual. He could not explain the source of the bouquet, simply saying that the gesture "seemed natural" at the time.
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Active-duty CIA agent Gene Mulberry visited the site three times in August of 1995. On the first occasion, the agent unwittingly transmuted a pack of cigarettes into pipe tobacco; when he retraced his steps the following day, Mulberry found his water bottle was inexplicably full of whiskey. Returning under cover of night in an apparent manic state, Mulberry attempted to breach Hoover's grave with a shovel, at which point he was struck by lightning. Experts theorize this was a result of interaction between SCP-8172-A's distortion field and the Thornton Wards protecting the District of Columbia.
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Following this incident, the SCP Foundation reached out to the Unusual Incidents Unit to discuss expanding containment. Relocating SCP-8172-A was immediately deemed impractical; instead, the site was fenced off with memetic deterrents designed by former UIU agent Daniel Brainard. Since SCP-8172 impairs the effectiveness of cognitohazards on at-risk individuals, these barriers largely serve to prevent pedestrians from perceiving anything untoward.
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Addendum 8172-01: Over the course of his career, J. Edgar Hoover worked tirelessly to shape American institutions as he saw fit. He personally coordinated police operations on both sides of the Veil, aggressively promoted the FBI's exploits in the press, and pushed policymakers to expand his jurisdiction into global intelligence. Under his direction, the Bureau engaged in campaigns of illegal surveillance, harassment, blackmail and intimidation. The most infamous of these was the Counter Intelligence Program (COINTELPRO), which targeted domestic extremists, political radicals and civil rights activists for undercover infiltration and sabotage.
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It is a lesser-known fact that Hoover employed similar tactics against his political adversaries. He had a particularly hostile relationship with rival intelligence agencies, which he perceived as encroaching on his territory. Hoover deliberately undermined operations conducted by William Donovan's wartime Office of Strategic Services (OSS), destroyed casefiles to avoid sharing them with the post-war Central Intelligence Group (CIG), and lobbied extensively against the creation of their successor organization, the Central Intelligence Agency. Hoover's obstructionism set precedents that inform interagency cooperation into the present day.
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In the wake of the Mulberry incident of 1995, the UIU reluctantly agreed to share classified files pertaining to SCP-8172. Most relevant is a single-page memorandum, presented below:
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July 26, 1947
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MEMORANDUM FOR ASSOCIATE DIRECTOR CLYDE TOLSON
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I don't care what that ignorant pig farmer6 says about "other functions and duties".7 My men have been working this beat since 1929. I know what's best, and those pinko eggheads cannot be trusted with magic. They'll have it over my dead body.
Filename: grave.jpg
+Name: "GENERAL VIEW FROM NORTHEAST. NOTE J. EDGAR HOOVER GRAVESITE IN FOREGROUND. - Congressional Cemetery, 1801 E Street, Southeast, Washington, District of Columbia, DC"
+Author: James W. Rosenthal
+License: Public domain
+Source Link:Wikimedia
Thank you for informing me of the upcoming assignment of personnel.
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For the record, I would like to state that Site-44 is currently in no need of such personnel, and likely will remain under such a status for the near-future. Any extant projects would be demeaning and any assigned researchers would be unable to make meaningful scientific advances; they would have no future at Site-44.
+I presume that you are in charge, Mr. Gibbs, but if not — may you please direct me to whomever can make decisions regarding the matter? I can assure you that this must be some sort of mistake. It would be simpler if I didn't have to veto this.
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Item #: SCP-8291
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Object Class: Keter
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SCP-8291, "Orlando".
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Special Containment Procedures: Efforts are underway to locate SCP-8291. When found, it is to be sedated and kept comatose until permanent containment methods are devised.
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Description: SCP-8291 is a non-aging female human possessing seeming hyper-endurance and regenerative abilities. SCP-8291 has historically been referred to merely as "Orlando", with no known surname associated with it. Personnel are yet to communicate with SCP-8291 verbally.
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Discovery: SCP-8291 was discovered on 18/MAY/1876 when Foundation agents began analyzing British records for an unrelated investigation. The name "Orlando" was continually referenced throughout a nearly three-century period, leading to a Foundation agent concluding that the figure may be anomalous.
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Foundation agents attempted to apprehend SCP-8291 at a government building in London, although SCP-8291 noticed the efforts and was able to escape containment. Foundation personnel have since made 6 efforts to capture SCP-8291 , although all efforts have failed without engagement. Documents and images of SCP-8291 or relating to SCP-8291 have been retrieved and kept in the Site-44 physical storage locker.
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Note: On 05/JAN/1943, the SCP-8291 file was abandoned to conserve resources within Site-44. SCP-8291 would eventually be reintroduced to research efforts on 13/MAY/2003, under Researcher Amelia Warnecke.
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Site-44
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Audio Communications Transcript
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Piedmonte: Hello?
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Warnecke: Hey, Director Piedmonte.
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Piedmonte: Who is this?
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Warnecke: Warnecke.
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Piedmonte: …
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Warnecke: Oh, sorry. Amelia Warnecke.
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Piedmonte: Do I know you, Miss Warnecke?
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Warnecke: I… I work at Site-44? I was just assigned to 8291?
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Piedmonte: Oh. You were one of the staff they assigned behind my back, that's right. What do you want?
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Warnecke: I was just… a bit lost on some parts about the file.
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Piedmonte: 8291? Do we contain that? I'm sorry, they cut me out of the process entirely. You know I tried to tell them-… Sorry, I just… we didn't need the staff. What's wrong with the document?
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Warnecke: Just don't really think I was given much to go off of. I'm really looking for what exactly it is I'm supposed to do with the file.
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Piedmonte: Hang on, let me pull up the file.
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Piedmonte: Huh, pretty small file.
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Warnecke: Yeah.
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Piedmonte: I'd say just spend a few days getting acquainted with 8291, then start putting together ideas on how to track it down.
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Warnecke: I was thinking something like that, just I'm having trouble finding any other records related to 8291.
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Piedmonte: Did you try searching over the site database?
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Warnecke: I did and all that I could find were some invoices and references, but no actual documents.
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Piedmonte: Ah. It says on the file that most of the files made were kept physically.
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Warnecke: What?! None of them were transcribed digitally?!
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Piedmonte: The file's been abandoned since the '40's - do you think anybody really cared enough to bother copying it down.
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Warnecke: I feel like they should have done it at some point… Would certainly make my job easier.
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Piedmonte: Then that's what you're doing right now. Find the documents and put them online. Something about 44 that you'll find out quick is that everyone around here has to put in a helluva lot of work to keep things running compared to other sites.
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Warnecke: So I have to go to the locker and manually get all of the files?
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Piedmonte: Yeah. Unfortunate.
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Warnecke: It's… Alright. Do you know where the lockers are?
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Piedmonte: There should be maps located around the facility.
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Warnecke: Okay.
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Piedmonte: Welcome to Site-44.
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SCP-8291 Physical Files
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+Hello, Mr. Piedmonte.
+None of the files relating to SCP-8291 are categorized. As far as I can tell, they are all randomly sorted throughout the storage facility.
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Re: SCP-8291 Physical Files
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+Amelia,
+Try consulting Paul Bernard. He should be stationed at the storage facility.
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+I did try consulting Paul. He said that he has never heard of the 8291 file, and has no idea where related info would be stored. When I showed him the file, he gave me a few broad locations where it might be stored, but nothing concrete.
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+Hello, Amelia.
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I am not entirely sure what you expect me to do in this situation. Thank you for letting me know, but it is not generally a situation I need to be aware of. I suggest that you follow through with what Paul said and look where he told you to look.
+Furthermore, I believe I should note that typically personnel contact their directors for major occurrences. I manage a site of roughly six hundred personnel, and can't address them all every day for small occasions. If you are in need of staff, funding, or any form of resources, feel free to contact me. When you do contact me, also remember to start each email by addressing the subject (i.e. "Hello, Amelia".), as that is a strong practice here at Site-44 as a simple matter of respect. Until then, refrain from communicating with me unless needed.
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Note: Three days of searching through files and records. But, I finally managed to find something.
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Stanton Holmes
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07/FEB/1890
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PoI-451
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"Nick Greene"
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Description: Elderly male, tall. Grey, long hair. Caucasian.
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Career: Professor, Knight, Literary Critic, Author.
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Note: Greene seemingly possesses capabilities of high-endurance and slow aging. Mind is adept given an estimated age of 200+ years. Believed to be English in Origin, although may have briefly lived in America. Noted as having similar properties to SCP-8291 and having at least once interacted with SCP-8291. Further records about Greene not directly attached.
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Site-44
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Audio Communications Transcript
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Bernard: Hello?
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Warnecke: Hey, Paul.
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Bernard: Amy! What can I help you with?
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Warnecke: You know how I've been looking into records for 8291 but couldn't find anything?
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Bernard: Yeah?
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Warnecke: Well the other day I finally found a single note that mentioned it.
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Bernard: Nice.
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Warnecke: But the thing is that the document was about a different guy - "Nick Greene".
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Bernard: Ah.
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Warnecke: I was wondering if you knew about any records relating to the guy.
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Bernard: You know that's a stretch.
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Warnecke: Yeah…
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Bernard: But I'll look.
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Warnecke: Thanks.
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Bernard: Have you tried searching the database yet? Online?
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Warnecke: In the process of it. Can say that I'm actually seeing a handful of pages on him, which is more than 8291. Just not anything aside from basic info about him.
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Bernard: Gotchya.
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Warnecke: Thanks, Paul.
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🔍︎ Search the Database
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🔍︎ nick greene interacted
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3 Results Found!
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+…Nick Greene interacted with Queen Elizabeth II on…
+…during further surveillance, Nick Greene interacted with at least four Foundation agents.
+…persons for whom Nick Greene interacted with.
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Nothing online.
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Note: Gonna revise this later, but holy fucking shit. Paul was able to find a small section on Greene. Only a handful of documents, but it's a start. And this was only in about an hour, too. Apparently Greene is also alive and kicking, although he isn't being constantly monitored anymore. Still, this whole thing with Greene being a PoI is starting to make me think that there really aren't many files of SCP-8291 in storage.
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The Suspected Movements of One Nick Greene
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1540~ - 1600~, Early Years of life. Works as a poet and critic. Artistic depictions are made of Greene detailing his aging. Somewhere in the early 17th century, Greene is believed to have ceased aging. Maintains the appearance of an elderly man.
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1600~ - 1648, Intermediate years. Continues as a poet. In 1648, Greene was knighted by James I.
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1648 - 1795, Domestic Travels. Greene travelled around England, becoming a professor and taking up at least thirty-nine positions at universities (possibly more).
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1795 - 1845, European Travels. Greene left England for France through Spain in 1795 to write about the French Revolution. Would travel throughout Europe across the Napoleonic wars, writing frequently about battles. In 1817, Greene began a journey across Europe to visit major cities across the continent.
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1845 - 1850, First American Visit. Greene briefly sailed to America and travelled around the nation, writing a book on his journeys.
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1850 - 1924, Back to England. Greene returned to England in 1850. Became a professor at the University of London. Greene also began a newspaper publication which lasted from 1862 - 1914. On one instance, Greene was spotted briefly conversing with SCP-8291 in 1903. Any further relationship is unknown, and unprecedented.
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1924 - 1978, Second American Visit. Greene was observed travelling to the United States a second time in 1924. In America, he helped organize an illegal alcohol distillery operation. Greene additionally founded an at-first anti-prohibition newspaper in the states, quickly going on to become a literary critique newsletter.
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Observation of Greene was ended by Site-44 on 01/JAN/1978.
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Note: Paul was able to find a different section with a copy of pretty much every single newspaper Greene ever wrote. I'm going to go through them all over the next few days, and hopefully see if he mentioned Orlando at one point. Even if the stuff about Greene is more organized, it still is just a mess to sort through. No sorting by dates, no nothing like that.
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Note: Holy shit.
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'A SIT DOWN INTERVIEW WITH THE POET ORLANDO'
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ORLANDOis a poet from England whom I have been a good friend with for a long, long time. I was recently sent a letter by Orlando, informing me of her arrival in the States. So, I took the chance to visit her and sit down to ask her a few questions.
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NOTlong ago, I helped Orlando to publish her manuscript, "The Oak Tree". So it is wonderful to have the chance to converse…
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Note: I have removed the rest of the newspaper and interview. I don't think there is much to note in the rest of the interview (Greene and Orlando just talk about the manuscript and how it was published, rather than important details about Orlando's life). Still, this concretely places Orlando in the United States in the very least in the 1930's. Trying to look around for a copy of "The Oak Tree", should it exist.
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Note: It's been roughly another two weeks since the newspaper discovery. Finding it suggested that Orlando wasn't strictly bound to England. I think I have enough to revise the article.
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SCP-8291, "Orlando".
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Item #: SCP-8291
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Object Class: Keter
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Special Containment Procedures: Efforts are underway to locate SCP-8291.
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Description: SCP-8291 is a non-aging human female. SCP-8291 additionally seems to possess abilities of hyper-endurance and gradual regeneration. SCP-8291 is currently uncontained, and Foundation personnel are yet to communicate with her. SCP-8291 is commonly referred to as "Orlando".
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SCP-8291's date of birth is unknown, although it is known that SCP-8291 served as an ambassador for England to the Ottoman Court, spending several years in Constantinople (Now Istanbul) during the early 17th century. SCP-8291 later returned to England, although the means of which are unknown. Marriage certificates suggest that SCP-8291 was, at one point, married to a man named Bonthrop Shelmerdine.
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Note: So I figured out something about Orlando. I looked through letters, through old publications, through documents. Pretty much all depictions of Orlando as we currently know her start some time in the early 1600's, when she supposedly was an ambassador to the Ottoman court. Yet, no depictions of her exist prior. Then, I found an artistic rendition of an ambassador to the Ottomans from around the same time.
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British Ambassador Orlando, dictated shortly prior to his departure from England.
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And sure enough, there was a male British ambassador from around that time period named Orlando. An ambassador who had previously been a part of the Queen's court. Yet one who seemingly disappeared without a trace as soon as our Orlando showed up.
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I believe SCP-8291 was born as a man, then later became a woman.
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Piedmonte: Warnecke!
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Warnecke: Finally remembered my name?
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Piedmonte: Let's roll with something along those lines and not bring up your first name.
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Warnecke: Amelia.
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Piedmonte: There we go!
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Warnecke: Did you read the new file on 8291?
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Piedmonte: Not yet. As always, busy busy.
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Warnecke: When you have the time if you could give it a check, it would be appreciated.
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Piedmonte: Ah, I can pull it up right now.
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Warnecke: You don't have to.
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Piedmonte: What else am I really doing right now?
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…
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Piedmonte: You've been taking notes on the page?
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Warnecke: Temporary notes.
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Piedmonte: Ah.
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Warnecke: I'll remove them whenever I make the final iteration of the page.
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Piedmonte: Got it. Would say to keep that stuff to a minimum, though. Lessen the hassle?
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Warnecke: Sure.
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Piedmonte: So what's that note on the bottom about?
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Warnecke: I wanted to talk about it.
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Piedmonte: Then lets talk. What exactly does that mean?
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Warnecke: I think there is some evidence to connect two-
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Piedmonte: Yeah, yeah. Just. From the looks of it incredibly weak evidence.
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Warnecke: I know.
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Piedmonte: And I hope you also know by 'weak' I mean having pretty much no basis for a claim like that at all.
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Warnecke: It's just a hunch.
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Piedmonte: Well until you can find some actual proof, I'd suggest you focus more on your other leads to finding 8291. Such as something like the novel.
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Warnecke: So you want me to find proof, without looking for proof?
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Piedmonte: What I'm saying is to at least wait until you've followed up more promising options.
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Note: I have an idea.
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Field Notes: Historical Excursion One
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I thought I had a lead; I trusted my gut, went to Kent in search of proof. The two 'Orlando's had to have something in common; even if they aren't the same person, figuring that out would still be helpful. If I could just find Orlando's historical residences, based on archival logs, reports, and historical records whilst he was a man, then I could prove I was right to Piedmonte. If I could just bring a tangible piece of evidence, there is no way he could dismiss my argument.
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I found nothing.
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Nothing. Can you believe that? Literally, zero evidence of a man named 'Orlando' ever living in this area; every person I interviewed glared at me and closed the door in my face. The one time somebody let me in, her father heard my questions and threw me out — what the hell is wrong with people? Is it about asking for Orlando? I don't know.
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I'm writing this from a local pub, officially, I am not drinking, but unofficially, the stout they have is wonderful. It's weird, being in such a historic place, so casually. The floor is uneven, covered in spills, technology everywhere, and yet, the walls are covered in black and white photos from the past, random letters, bills, anything they could tack to the wall, they did. There are boar heads, historical weapons, and anything that you would need to cosplay a tavern at a Ren fair.
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Nevermind. I found something, maybe. I think?
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There was a picture of a man in the bar, ancient, folded paper with a washed out face. It looked like it had been carried in a wallet or coat pocket for well over a decade, it must have been important to somebody, not sure who? Maybe the owner? Investigate that later
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I think it's Orlando. I have no proof, but… a lead is a lead, right?
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Researcher Amelia Warnecke
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Director Edward Piedmonte
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A Lead
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+Hell, mr. Piedmonte.
+I recently wen't on an expidition to kent on the topic of 8291. ultimately, i ended up having very little success on those first few days. currently, i am at a bar. On the backboard, i can see a picture of both the owner and of a person I can positively describe as 8291.
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Researcher Amelia Warnecke
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Director Edward Piedmonte
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Re:A Lead
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+Hello, Mr. Piedmonte.
+I sent that email last night while intoxicated on my own time, so apologies for the formatting. However that should not detract from the reality that I saw a picture of 8291 in the bar.
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Re:Re:A Lead
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+Warnecke.
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I will be blunt and say I am skeptical of your claims. Considering the frankly obvious fact that you were intoxicated, and the hyperfixation you have had on 8291 only leaves me to believe that made yourself see something you wanted to see in a random place. Further bolstered by the fact that you did not take the image or a copy of the image.
+Keep up the work. But, if possible, try not to email me while you're drunk, Amelia.
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Warnecke enters the bar. Aside from the bartender, only two customers are inside the bar.
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Bartender: Hey, there. How's it hanging along?
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Warnecke: Good. Could I have a pint of Guiness?
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Bartender: Sure.
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The bartender pours the drink and hands it to Warnecke.
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Bartender: Got a free day today?
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Warnecke: Pardon?
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Bartender: Coming in to drink at two P.M. on a weekday.
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Warnecke: Technically on work. Although can't really say I've been able to make much progress these past few days.
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Bartender: Where do you work at?
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Warnecke: Environmental Agency.
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Bartender: For the Queen?
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Warnecke: Yeah. Just been looking around the area.
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Warnecke looks at the picture containing SCP-8291.
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Warnecke: Huh.
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Bartender: What's up?
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Warnecke points at the picture.
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Warnecke: Do you know who that woman is?
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Bartender: Her? No. You'd probably have to ask the owner. All I know is she came around here a lot in the seventies and eighties.
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Warnecke: Really?
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Bartender: Yeah. At this point is probably too old to really go out drinking much.
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Warnecke: She looks like she's in her late twenties, there. She'd probably only be forty or fifty now?
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Bartender: Huh. Yeah I guess so.
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Warnecke: Have you ever seen her come in here?
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Bartender: Now that I think about it, she seems familiar. Yeah, yeah. She does.
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Warnecke: Does she come in a lot?
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Bartender: Definitely not a regular. But I do think I've seen her once or twice.
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Warnecke: Thanks
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Note: Began scoping out the bar every night for Orlando. I have a bodycam concealed on me to record anything or look back. Also rented out a room, so I'm going to be able to do work remotely for the next few weeks.
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SCP-8291 enters the bar. Warnecke quickly takes notice and looks at her. SCP-8291 buys a drink and sits down on a stool. The bar is otherwise full. Warnecke stands up and approaches SCP-8291.
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Warnecke: Clarence, can I have another pint?
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The bartender takes Warnecke's glass and refills it. Warnecke turns to SCP-8291.
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Warnecke: What are you drinking?
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SCP-8291: Red wine.
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The bartender returns with Warnecke's drink.
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Warnecke: And then when she's done, I'll pay for her next drink as well.
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SCP-8291: Thanks.
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Warnecke: Of course.
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SCP-8291: So what's your name?
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Warnecke: Amy.
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SCP-8291: Nice to meet you.
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Warnecke: And yours?
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SCP-8291: Orlando.
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Warnecke: Orlando, huh…
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SCP-8291: Is the name familiar?
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Warnecke: Isn't there a town in America named that?
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SCP-8291: The name predates the town.
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Warnecke: But even then, there's something else…
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Warnecke sips from her glass.
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Warnecke: Isn't there a uh. A poet, I think? Like late 1800's, I believe.
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SCP-8291: I will say you have really impressive memory for that.
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Warnecke: Yeah. I think I read a lot of her work a few years ago. Are you named after her?
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SCP-8291 sips from her glass.
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SCP-8291: Would you like a secret?
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Warnecke: Surely won't pass.
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SCP-8291: I am that poet.
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Warnecke: What? Don't tell me you're already drunk?
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SCP-8291: Can't really get drunk anymore, sadly.
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Warnecke: So you're a… what? Century-old poet from the 19th century?
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SCP-8291: Four-centuries old, actually.
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Warnecke: From… Jesus. Who was the King back then.
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SCP-8291: Queen Elizabeth the First.
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Warnecke: Huh.
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Warnecke: So you're being serious?
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SCP-8291: Yes I am.
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Warnecke: Well I just got to say I really like your work.
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SCP-8291: Have you read The Oak Tree?
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Warnecke: No! I haven't. I've been looking for a copy for years.
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SCP-8291: We'll have to get you one.
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Warnecke: Really?
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SCP-8291: Of course.
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Warnecke: Well I-
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Warnecke pauses.
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Warnecke: You know what, can we move to a booth for a second.
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SCP-8291: Sure.
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SCP-8291 and Warnecke move to a private booth.
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Warnecke: I'm going to be honest, Orlando. I know who you are.
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SCP-8291: …
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Warnecke: I'm a researcher with an organization called the 'SCP Foundation'. I've been trying to find you for a few months now. This whole thing really was just to get information out of you.
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SCP-8291: So why come clean?
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Warnecke: It just… Doesn't feel like the right way to go about it.
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SCP-8291: You know, I do remember your Foundation trying to imprison me quite a while ago. They cornered me in a building and aimed rifles at my head. If only by the skin of my teeth did I get out of there.
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Warnecke: Yeah…
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SCP-8291: Are you here to try to imprison me again, or just to ask questions?
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Warnecke: I promise you I'm not going to try to trick you.
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SCP-8291: You did, evidently, just try.
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Warnecke: Well…
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SCP-8291: But do you really, really promise?
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Warnecke: I do.
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SCP-8291 produces a paper note. She writes down a phone number on it.
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SCP-8291: Here. My cell number.
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Warnecke picks it up.
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SCP-8291: We can talk at a later date. But, tonight I would like to drink. You are free to stay with me, if you would like.
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Warnecke: Thank you. I think I'll head away, though.
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SCP-8291: Talk later!
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Told Ya So
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Hello, Director Piedmonte.
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Attached is an abridged recording of SCP-8291 at a pub in Kent.
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Re:Told Ya So
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Hello, Amelia.
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Please refrain from using improper subjects in the future. I will state that the discovery is impressive. However in some cases results still don't warrant the means. In this recording, you were drinking, failed to report the location of a Keter-class anomaly, and most of all revealed the existence of the Foundation in public. Frankly, there is a learning curb to be expected. However some actions taken are hardly excusable. The only reason you have not been demoted from the 8291 case is because of your discovery, and your means of contacting the anomaly.
+Going forward, I will make a point to assign myself co-researcher to yourself on 8291 for the time being, in order to ensure protocol is met. Any additions or modifications to the file must be approved by me.
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SCP-8291 Report: Major Identity Discovery
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Request for Funding
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This report has been created as part of an application to the Research and Publications Board, to create an official recorded record of the discoveries surrounding SCP-8291. All contents of this report are to be considered accurate; any variance between this and the main file is incorrect, and any questions should be addressed to Director Piedmonte at Site-44.
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Following an extensive research into SCP-8291, the research team has made a major discovery. To date, the Foundation had assumed that SCP-8291 was a biological human female with no overall significance outside of it's anomalous properties. Recently, it has been noted by my co-Researcher Amelia Warnecke that there is substantial evidence that SCP-8291 was originally a male human who acted as a British ambassador and, as a male, had heavy influence in the English royal court.
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+Due to the significance of this finding, SCP-8291 is now considered at a higher priority. SCP-8291 is a male who, by seemingly anomalous means, managed to change its sex to that of a female. It is believed that the act of SCP-8291 being a 'transgender' anomaly can provide powerful insights to the Foundation, given the lack of PoI's or anomalous persons who have undergone sex changes.
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This discovery by myself and co-Researcher Warnecke represents one of the first major discovery of a transgender anomalous individual, and therefore, further funding is requested. Given the Foundation's recent push towards diversity and inclusivity, the funding of useful research into queer issues is critical. As such, I am suggesting that wider funding be pushed toward Site-44 and more specifically to SCP-8291 to further any initiatives to assist in diversity.
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Regards,
+Director Piedmonte
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Note: Since Piedmonte submitted the report, he has done zero work on SCP-8291, nor has he responded to any of my meeting requests, or given any direction on next steps. I'm going to keep researching, this is still my file too.
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The following conversation was transcribed by Researcher Amelia Warnecke, after the fact.
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+Warnecke: Hello?
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SCP-8291: You called.
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Warnecke: Was that unexpected?
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Pause.
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SCP-8291: It would only be unexpected, had I any expectations; given my past interactions with your organization, I can hope you understand why I expected my door to be kicked in, rather than a phone call. Am I to presume that I am being tracked and recorded?
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Warnecke: Luckily, you gave your number to me, and from past experience, I have found that when we shoot at our research subjects, they are often much more difficult to interview. I'm calling from my cellphone, and will be recording this to a tape recorder; I'll be transcribing our conversation, and then deleting the file. Is that okay with you?
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Silence.
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Warnecke: If not, I can stop the reco—
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SCP-8291: No need, my dear, it appears I spoke to soon; you have subverted my expectations of you. What would you like to ask me?
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Warnecke: I need your help.
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SCP-8291: Oh?
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Warnecke: I need to set the record straight. My boss saw our last conversation and has begun to 'oversee' my research; including writing a report where he pretends he contributed anything to the discovery. I would like to ensure that what we say is accurate, rather than being informed by his findings.
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SCP-8291: What did he find?
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Warnecke: Nothing that I hadn't found already.
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SCP-8291: Ha. Four-hundred years, and yet, they are still the same. Very well, where shall we meet?
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Warnecke: Yo— you're agreeing to meet with me?
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SCP-8291: You sound so surprised, my dear, but I understand your plight. As long as you can promise that I will be able to leave, unaccosted, I am even willing to meet at one of your 'facilities'. Can you guarantee that?
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Warnecke: Yes. Orlando, you can trust me. We want the same things.
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SCP-8291: For once, in all of my interactions with your sort, I believe you are correct. Give me a time, date and location, and I will be there.
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Warnecke: Thank you, Orlando. Genuinely.
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SCP-8291: My pleasure, Amelia.
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SCP-8291 Interview
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Attending:
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SCP-8291
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Researcher Amelia Warnecke
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Director Edward Piedmonte
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Researcher Warnecke sits opposite SCP-8291, at a table, in a small, plain interview room. Both appear to be waiting.
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SCP-8291: Is he typically—
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Warnecke: Late? Only for my meetings.
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SCP-8291: Of course. I am afraid I do have an event this evening, is there any way that we can begin?
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Warnecke: If you're ready to start. Even if him and I are 'co-researchers' on this, I've pretty much done all of the work myself already.
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SCP-8291 nods.
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SCP-8291: So where may you like to start?
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Warnecke: Well let's start with your life.
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SCP-8291: You'll need to be rather specific, I have had quite a long life.
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Warnecke: Ah, sorry. How about what year you were born, if you can recall it.
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SCP-8291: The exact year?
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Warnecke: If you can remember it-
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SCP-8291: Oh, some time in the middle of the 16th century, I would say. I was but only about ten years of age when I first began winning influence in the court.
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Warnecke: What was it like back in the court of… Elizabeth, I would say?
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SCP-8291: Hm…
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SCP-8291 rests her fingers against her forehead.
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SCP-8291: Terribly sorry; although my body may remain in a perfect condition after all of these years, it does grow hard for me to remember specific details from centuries ago.
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Warnecke: What do you remember around that time?
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SCP-8291: I remember… I remember that, when I was still young, something to the sort of a Russian envoy came about. They visited the court, and I myself courted the Russian princess. Sasha.
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Warnecke: What was she like.
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SCP-8291: She was beautiful. She taught me the very basics of Russian, although I could hardly speak a work regardless of how she tried. We met in secret over a great many nights. Every day she spent in London was precious.
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Warnecke: What happened to Sasha?
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SCP-8291: … She left. Without warning on a night we were supposed to meet. I looked into the sunset and saw her boat leaving, not being able to say a goodbye.
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Warnecke: Oh. I'm really, really sorry about that Orlando.
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SCP-8291: It's alright.
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Warnecke: Did you ever try to talk to her later?
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SCP-8291: Never really had the chance to. For never again did we speak, or even have a chance to say our goodbyes.
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Warnecke flips through her notes.
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Warnecke: Bit of a quick question here; what do you know of Nicholas Greene?
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SCP-8291: Sir Nicholas?! I know him well - he is a great friend of mine!
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Warnecke: I was reading a newspaper interview he made of you a few decades ago.
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SCP-8291: Oh, that thing! Nick always set out to making newspapers wherever he travelled.
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Warnecke: I understand that he helped you write a book.
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SCP-8291: That he did. That he indeed did do. The Oak Tree, my manuscript. I am sorry for not bringing a copy with me here, I promise I will remember it when next we meet!
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Warnecke: May I ask how you ended up in Constantinople?
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SCP-8291: My home here and England, for lack of a better description, was rendered entirely and absolutely uninhabitable - I had to flee the nation for a duration, so I requested of King Charles to send me as Ambassador Extraordinaire to Istanbul.
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Warnecke: Then is that where-
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SCP-8291: I became a woman? Yes!
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Warnecke: What was it like?
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SCP-8291: Quite a shocking change, to be frank. I remember not realizing the scope of my new body for years until I finally embarked back home to England. I believe a man, by some abject horror, witnessed my bare ankle!
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Warnecke: Oh my, so scandalous!
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SCP-8291 laughs.
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SCP-8291: That man in fact almost fell to his death overboard, leading me to realize what magnitude my metamorphosis held. It caused me to dress as a man and woman whenever I needed to alternate. Including to evade the proposals of marriage by members of the court.
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Warnecke: When did you start to lose influence in the court?
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SCP-8291: Mostly when I was bombarded with proposals from every bachelor who stepped foot near me, and left to evade their attention.
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Warnecke: Ah.
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SCP-8291: What would you like to inquire next?
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Warnecke: How about your life more recently? What have you been up to over the past… Let's say century.
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SCP-8291: Well-
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The door to the room opens and Piedmonte enters the room.
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Warnecke: Ed.
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Piedmonte: Sorry for me being late.
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Warnecke: All good. We were just getting started.
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Piedmonte: Wait… You already started?!
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Warnecke: Yep.
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Piedmonte moves over to the camera recording the interview.
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Piedmonte: Did you make sure this thing was recording? Audio included.
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Warnecke: I did?
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Piedmonte: And you're sure?
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Warnecke: We tested it earlier.
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Piedmonte: Alright.
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Piedmonte sits down.
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Warnecke: Orlando, this is Edward Piedmonte.
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Piedmonte; Yep. Director Edward Piedmonte. Pleasure to meet you.
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Piedmonte stretches his hand to shake SCP-8291's hand. SCP-8291 slowly outstretches to take it.
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SCP-8291: Nice to meet you.
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Warnecke: We were just moving on to some of Orlando's recent activities. So if we're all ready - let's start?
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Piedmonte: Fine by me.
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SCP-8291: I do remember for a good period of time in the middle of the century, I wasn't even in England - as I would frequently visit the Unites States to study and meet with acquaintances.
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Warnecke: That is actually partially how we found you; that newspaper, I believe? Was from when you were in America.
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SCP-8291: Is it, now?
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Warnecke: But can you go into a bit more detail about what went on there. Anything specific? Anybody you wanted to meet?
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SCP-8291: There was one lady, a remarkable woman named Edith-
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Piedmonte: Sorry, sorry. Do you just- mind if I butt in for a second.
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SCP-8291: Not at all.
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Piedmonte: I have… Well, let's put it blunt. You know that we've been trying to track you down for a while.
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SCP-8291: From my understanding, you gave up and only found me because of Amelia.
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Piedmonte: Ahem. Yes. But then some of my superiors are really curious about what you were doing, how you were evading us-
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SCP-8291: Are you not a director? Who may these superiors be?
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Piedmonte: I don't think I can disclose that.
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SCP-8291: Uh huh?
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Piedmonte: But - and let's stay on topic here - do you have any explanation for what specifically you did to get away from us?
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SCP-8291: Now now, why would I give up my secrets?
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Piedmonte: It's a matter of safety - global safety. If there are anomalous entities such as yourself-
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SCP-8291: Entities?
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Piedmonte: -who are roaming around in a place where we can't find them and they turn out to be dangerous, there is a clear risk to lives. People could die. Do you want to risk that over a bit of pride, here?
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SCP-8291: If I'm being honest, I just walked away.
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Piedmonte: You just walked?
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SCP-8291: You never seemed to find me.
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Piedmonte: I'm not buying that.
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Warnecke: Look.
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Piedmonte: Not- now, Amelia.
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SCP-8291: I'd love to hear what she has to ask. Are you two not co-researchers?
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Piedmonte: She's had so much time already to ask questions on her own. I just want to ask one simple question.
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SCP-8291: And that, I already answered.
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Piedmonte: You and me both know you were being sarcastic.
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Warnecke: Ed-
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Piedmonte:Piedmonte, but go ahead.
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Warnecke: Follow this up later. We need to get moving.
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Piedmonte stares at Warnecke.
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Piedmonte: I'm sorry?
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SCP-8291: Mister Piedmonte. Do you have further questions?
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Piedmonte: I do. But is there really a point in asking them when you refuse to answer the first?
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SCP-8291: Then is there really a point in remaining here?
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Warnecke: Alright, alright. Orlando has already stated that she has to leave for an event later. We shouldn't waste time here.
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Piedmonte: She is very clearly the only one interested in wasting time!
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Warnecke: Okay! Okay. But shall we just proceed?
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SCP-8291: I'd be happy to move on to different questions.
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Piedmonte stares at SCP-8291.
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Piedmonte: One more question-
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SCP-8291: Yes?
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Piedmonte: And I will need you to be truthful with this one: How much has your life and journeys been shaped by the fact that you aren't really a real woman?
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Silence
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SCP-8291: What?
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Piedmonte: It's just-
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SCP-8291: No, what do you mean by that?
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Piedmonte: You were born a man, and seemingly suddenly became a woman overnight. What bearing did that have on you? I mean I believe it must be a hard weight and all that your body - according to my best guess - seemingly changed who you are one day with a flip of a switch.
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SCP-8291: …
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Warnecke: Edward-
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Piedmonte: Piedmonte.
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Warnecke: I-
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Piedmonte: Let 8291 answer. I am genuinely curious.
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SCP-8291: Yeah, I am terribly sorry - but that event is coming up soon. I will be leaving to get prepared.
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Piedmonte: Seriously?
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SCP-8291: Yes.
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Piedmonte: What kind of interrogation is that?! I only got two words out! I mean-
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SCP-8291 stands up and prepares to leave the room.
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Piedmonte: Sit down.
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SCP-8291: Farewell.
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SCP-8291 leaves the room. Piedmonte tries to follow her, but as soon as he turns around the door SCP-8291 is gone. He raises a radio to his mouth.
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Piedmonte: Attention all active personnel, SCP-8291 is roaming around the site. If you see it, try to subdue if possible-
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Warnecke shuts off the camera.
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From:
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To:
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Subject:
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Director Edward Piedmonte
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Researcher Amelia Warnecke
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Employee Conduct Problem
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Ms. Amelia Warnecke,
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This email is in regards to the recurring issues of insubordination, insecurity, and lack of focus that you demonstrate within your research. Not only have you constantly failed to consult your co-researcher, but you routinely defied direct instructions based on no evidence beyond your 'gut'. Your mishandling of this anomaly has potentially caused irreparable harm, and resulted in our waiting teams being unable to capture SCP-8291 for containment.
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Throughout this entire research project, you have clearly allowed your emotions to interfere with your work, and as a result, let an anomaly escape containment. I am disappointed in you, and how you acted .
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To ensure that this does not happen again, moving forward, you are banned from contacting SCP-8291 in any form. Under no circumstances should you communicate with them, meet with them, or collude against the Foundation's efforts; any evidence found that you are breaking employee expectations again will result in major disciplinary action. Any attempts by SCP-8291 to contact you must be logged, and reported to myself, and the supervisory team here at 44.
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Remember, Amelia, I'm doing this because you don't know any better yet.
+One day, you will look back at this and thank me.
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The following phone call was captured by Foundation surveillance teams monitoring Researcher Amelia Warnecke. It was not communicated to Director Piedmonte, as Researcher Warnecke was still assigned as a co-researcher, and has complete authorization to continue said research.
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Recording Starts
+Warnecke:Pause. Hello?
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SCP-8291: I was afraid you were screening my calls, following the kerfuffle once mister Piedmonte arrived. I hope that my disappearing act didn't harm your career.
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Warnecke: You're fine. I don't think there is anything else I can do to ruin my career, as far as Piedmonte is concerned.
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SCP-8291: Oh? Has something changed since we last spoke?
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Warnecke: Something like that. It's… complicated. It would take too long to explain over the phone.
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SCP-8291: Ah. Perhaps over lunch, then? As it is, I have all the time in the world to hear the story.
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Researcherr Warnecke is silent, excluding sounds later identified as fingernails being bitten.
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Warnecke: Fuck it, let's do it.
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SCP-8291: Wonderful news! In that case, would you like to mee—
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Warnecke: One second, Orlando.
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SCP-8291: Is something the matter?
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Warnecke: Write this down. ███-███-████. Hang up, and call me back there.
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SCP-8291: Ah, I understand. Your pigeon is being intercepted. Very well, I will talk to you again, shortly.
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End Recording
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+Note: Are you reading this Piedmonte? Good. I do know better, and I am going to do as I see fit — and when I'm done, you are right. One day, I am going to look back at this — and I will know that this was the right choice for me. And when I do, I'll make sure you know exactly what your mentorship meant to me.
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Recovered Recording: Improper Procedural Interview
+The following interview was conducted by Researcher Warnecke without authorization, and was recovered by Foundation surveillance teams after the fact.
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Footage shows a cafe, located near Site-44. There is nobody in the seat opposite the camera-holder.
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Warnecke: And now, all I do is wai—
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SCP-8291: I hope you haven't been waiting long.
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SCP-8291 appears, and sits down opposite Warnecke. SCP-8291 offers a kind smile.
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Warnecke: Not at all — I actually, do you mind if I record this? It won't go into the actual document, since technically, I shouldn't be here; I know that your willingness to work with me and, by extension, the Foundation, is probably waning, so I understand if you say no.
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SCP-8291: They have truly put you in an impossible situation, haven't they?
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A waiter passes by, and both watch him with caution. Nothing happens.
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Warnecke: …Yeah. Orlando, they really have.
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SCP-8291: Would you like to talk about that?
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Warnecke: Not really. Not yet, at least. Do you mind if we pick up from when Piedmonte interrupted our interview?
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SCP-8291: I do not mind in the slightest. Remind me, you had asked about…
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Warnecke: Your activities this past century.
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SCP-8291: Ah, yes. I believe I had mentioned a companion—
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Warnecke: Edith, right? I looked up the name, but there were so many that—
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SCP-8291: Even had you her last, that would not change. Edith was a shade, in truth; sometimes I feel as though I am the only one to remember her. At least — the only one to remember who she truly was.
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Warnecke: You were close, then?
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SCP-8291:Yes, we were close. But, of course, at the time, it was improper and it wouldn't be accepted had we been seen in public; the truth of the matter, as with all things regarding my life, is overly complicated and rather obnoxious, no matter how eloquent or poetic it may be.
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Warnecke: So? What happened to Edith? It seems as though you two were ve—
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SCP-8291: As happens with all things, save for myself, life is finite, as is the time we spent together.
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Warnecke: Oh.
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Warnecke pauses, and takes a sip of her drink.
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Warnecke: How do you handle that? You know, losing people? Moving on from something?
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SCP-8291: I must admit, Amelia: in truth, I do not know. In my hundreds of years of life, that has eluded me. I would much rather remain amidst the hazy existence of sleep, but alas, humanity was made to suffer. And I have known suffering, for so long, that I know this — it is part of being alive.
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Warnecke: That's bleak.
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SCP-8291:Waves her off. Even the palest of greys contains a multitude of depth.
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Warnecke: How… sorry, this isn't about you anymore, can I ask you a personal question?
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SCP-8291: All questions are personal. Pause. Of course you may ask, I am an open book to you.
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Warnecke: How did you… you've been a woman, or at least, appearing as one, for a long time now. I can't imagine that things were great before, but — how do you deal with your labor just being…
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SCP-8291: Deemed lesser?
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Warnecke: Taken from you.
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SCP-8291: Ah. Am I right in assuming that this is regarding more than simple plagiarism? Perhaps, this might even refer to a certain individual whom I know we both have a lengthy opinion regarding?
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Warnecke:Laughing. Yes, I do believe we are talking about the same person.
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SCP-8291: In that case, yes. I have dealt with many a man who firmly believes that one's gender is the foremost defining trait a person can have. I have argued with bigots anon, and in all cases, have found one commonality: each was afraid.
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Warnecke: Scared? I doubt Piedmonte is scared of me.
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SCP-8291: Fear takes many forms, Amelia. Yes, fear is often shown through cowardice, avoidance or weakness; but a man is told that he cannot show weakness. He is raised to see fear as a falsehood, rather than something that you should listen to. They have, through this warped meaning of fear, changed how they show it. Or, put simply, the ways they negate your labour, the ways they undercut your abilities, the repeated attempts at control: that is just a man, attempting to show that he is afraid.
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Warnecke: All men?
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SCP-8291: Just those who could never survive being a woman.
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The two share a knowing smile, as SCP-8291 leans back in its chair.
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Warnecke: Thank you. I… I needed to know that it wasn't just me. I needed to hear it from somebody else, you know?
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SCP-8291: I do. I have been where you are before, and no matter what is said about you; continue to move forward. They will dwell on you, while you grow; let their spite feed you.
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Warnecke: Th— Thanks. Again. I mean it.
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SCP-8291: Oh! That reminds me, on the topic of thanks—
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SCP-8291 turns around, and removes a leather hardcover book from their bag.
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SCP-8291: This is for you.
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Warnecke takes the book, and begins to turn it over.
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Warnecke: What? What is this?
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SCP-8291: If I recall, you had expressed a desire to—
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Warnecke:The Oak Tree? But, this looks nothing like the printings that I have ever—
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SCP-8291: That is because it is not a printing. This was a personal copy, made in a set, long ago; I gave them as gifts to those who mattered to me most, those who had helped me out, and those who I wanted to see flourish.
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Warnecke: I can't accept this, Orlando. I'm researching you, and as much as this would help, I can't take advantage—
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SCP-8291: Accepting a gift, freely offered, is not 'taking advantage', nor do you have any recourse to reject this gift.
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Warnecke: You just met me. I'm not somebody who deserves this from you, not after all the trouble I've caused. Not if they never leave you alone after this.
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SCP-8291: I have my ways of disappearing, that is not a concern. Just as the trouble is not bothersome; you, Amelia, have reminded me about that which matters. You are more than deserving.
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Warnecke: How can I thank you?
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SCP-8291: Remember this, and take the inscription to heart. That is all the thanks I need.
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The inscription, located on the title page of the book reads: 'Do not let those who fail to understand who you are explain what you can or cannot do. Trust yourself.'
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Researcher Warnecke enters the Site-44 storage locker and walks to the front desk. On her side is a bag.
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Bernard: Amy! Good to see you're around here again.
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Warnecke: Yeah - though this time's just going to be a quick visit.
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Bernard: All cool.
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Warnecke produces a paper note from her bag, as well as the copy of The Oak Tree.
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Bernard: Are things smoothing over with you and Piedmonte?
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Warnecke: Would I be here if they weren't?
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Bernard laughs.
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Bernard: So you're free to go back to Orlando's case?
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Warnecke: We'll see.
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Warnecke reads the paper note, briefly, then sets it down on the table before she picks up the book and looks at the cover.
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Bernard: Huh, what's that?
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Warnecke: Just a book one of my friends gave me.
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Bernard: What's it's title?
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Warnecke:The Oak Tree.
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Bernard: Hm. What's it about?
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Warnecke: Haven't really figured that out yet.
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Bernard: Well hope it's a fun read.
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Warnecke: Yeah.
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Warnecke puts the book back in her bag and closes it.
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Bernard: So what can I help you with?
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Warnecke: I was just interested in a section of notes related to Greene and wanted to look into them.
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Bernard: Yeah, sure. Just tell me the section.
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From:
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To:
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CC:
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Director Edward Piedmonte
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Researcher Amelia Warnecke
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none
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Reassignment
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With immediate effect and action, I am removing you from the 8291 case. You directly disobeyed my orders and went about contacting an anomaly without any team to back you up, or any team to contain said anomaly. You are incredibly lucky that I am rational, and am simply assuming that the anomaly has some sort of memetic effect on you - because if not, then you clearly show an error in judgement that borders on outright treason to the Foundation and a threat to your operations.
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It is clear that you can not keep working with 8291, as your mental facilities do not seem capable enough to resist it. Furthermore, I am calling into question your ability to continue working in Site-44 as a matter of safety and simple security. You let SCP-8291 know the exact location of our sight, and should the anomaly attempt to break into the sight I worry that you may attempt to aid its assault.
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There are even grounds to call for outright removal from the Foundation, or detainment. And yet, because I am reasonable, I have elected instead to merely remove you from the sight as a security hazard. After careful deliberation, I have elected you to be transferred to Site-43, as I believe their primary focus their is cognitive and mental studies. Hopefully, such a site can assist with whatever effect SCP-8291 has had on your emotions.
+I do sincerely hope you recover.
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Final Addendum: Updated File
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Note: I am making major adjustments to the file as needed following the reassignment of a former SCP-8291 researcher. In order to remove clutter from the page and reduce my workload, much of the documents related to it have been rerouted and hidden, while a new file has been written in haste to replace it. It is to go unedited without my express permission.
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Item #: SCP-8291
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Object Class: Keter
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Special Containment Procedures: All public records of SCP-8291 are to be scrubbed, and any facts or discoveries attributed to SCP-8291 are to be reattributed to notable poets and scholars of the era. All Foundation employees are forbidden from interacting with SCP-8291, in any capacity; any reported sightings are logged, and investigated by armed MTF agents, to recover the anomaly.
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Description: SCP-8291 is a non-aging male human, having undergone an anomalous event causing their body to appear as if they were female; SCP-8291 is historically known as 'Orlando'. All statements given by SCP-8291 are considered unreliable, based on a historical record of SCP-8291 manipulating those who exhibit traits such as suggestibility, social anxiety, or 'otherness'. To ensure that SCP Foundation staff are not compromised, all additions to this file must be authorized by Director Piedmonte.
File photo of facility housing SCP-869, taken prior to containment
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Item #: SCP-869
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: The facility housing SCP-869 is to be owned and operated by Supertastic Carnival Promotions, a Foundation front company, and is to remain in operation and open to the public for its intended purpose. A secondary service bridge is to be built to replace SCP-869. SCP-869 is to remain closed to park staff and the public. Both ends of SCP-869 are to be monitored by Foundation personnel operating as park security officers for the purpose of preventing unauthorized access.
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All surveys of SCP-869 and the area beyond are to be conducted by Level 1 personnel operating in groups of three or more. Survey personnel are to be dressed in clothing appropriate to late 1940s mainstream American fashion and are to carry no more than ten dollars in pre-1948 US currency, as well as period-appropriate identification badges identifying them as local police, FBI agents, or Foundation personnel as necessary to facilitate interaction with park officials. Personnel conducting surveys are not to carry any equipment, technology, or personal effects that were not available to the Foundation in 1948. Personnel are to exit SCP-869 no later than 8 P.M., one hour prior to the park's scheduled closing time.
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Description: SCP-869 is a service bridge attached to the █████████ Historic Pleasure Pier, an amusement park located on a pier extending out over the ocean in the US state of [REDACTED]. SCP-869 was built in 20██ concurrent to the construction of the park itself, a recreation of an earlier pleasure pier which existed on the same site from 194█ until it was severely damaged by Hurricane [REDACTED] in 19██ and subsequently demolished.
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SCP-869's anomalous properties manifest whenever the park is open for business and none of the park's attractions have been closed due to inclement weather. When these conditions are met, approximately ██% of persons crossing SCP-869 from the landward side to the pier, on foot or in a vehicle, will not arrive at the pier and will lose visual contact with land and pier-based observers at approximately the halfway point between the bridge's termini. The area that persons so afflicted arrive at, based on forensic analysis of photographs taken by survey teams, is physically identical to the original pleasure pier constructed on the site as it existed in the summer of 1948.
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In all surveys conducted since the discovery of SCP-869's properties, interviews with civilians found within the anomaly and evidence recovered in the form of calendars and newspapers indicate that the date within the anomaly is Saturday, July 24th, 1948, █ years after the original pleasure pier opened for business. Local time within the anomaly is consistent with the time of day outside it. Surveys have indicated that events within the anomaly occur consistently in the same manner, at the same time, as during all previous observations, except when survey team members are directly involved. On no occasion has any survey team spotted any previous survey team within the anomaly.
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No means of direct communication across SCP-869 has been discovered to date. Radio, cellular phone, satellite, and other wireless transmissions have proven non-functional, and attempts at laying a telephone line across SCP-869 and into the anomaly have consistently resulted in the cable-laying team failing to enter the anomaly.
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In all cases where it has been attempted, crossing back to shore along SCP-869 from the anomaly, prior to the close of business for the day (which on 7/24/48 occurred at 9 P.M.) has returned survey team members to the shore successfully. Survey team members exiting the pier within the anomaly by its main entrance have found that the [REDACTED] mainland similarly is identical in all discernible ways to the state that it existed in in 1948. In all cases where persons originating within the anomaly have been persuaded to cross SCP-869 to the mainland, that individual has not arrived on shore. All personnel remaining within the anomaly after the close of business have been lost. No indication of the presence or ultimate disposition of persons missing within the anomaly has been found on any subsequent survey.
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SCP-869 came to the Foundation's attention shortly after the opening of the █████████ Historic Pleasure Pier in 20██, and the subsequent disappearance of several park employees while crossing from land to the pier. To date, fifteen individuals are known to have become lost within SCP-869, comprising eleven civilians and four Foundation personnel. Refer to Document 869-332-B for a full accounting of surveying actions and dossiers on missing persons.
Addendum 869-1, 7/30/1948: On Monday, July 26th, an individual identifying himself as Dr. █████ ███████ presented himself at Site 11, bearing an otherwise apparently valid identification badge that does not match any individual currently employed by the Foundation, claiming to be a Foundation researcher from ██/██ of the year 20██. During debriefing, ███████ claimed that he had become stuck in the present day while investigating an SCP object that does not yet exist at this time, and had reported to the nearest Foundation facility in accordance with protocol. To corroborate his claims, he demonstrated knowledge of a wide variety of Foundation protocols, security procedures, and objects currently in containment. ███████ additionally made several claims regarding world events to occur later in the 20th century and SCP objects not currently known to the Foundation or not currently in Foundation custody. Dr. ███████ was particularly insistent that the Foundation should terminate an eight-year-old boy residing in Dallas who he claimed would assassinate a future president of the United States, and that under no circumstances should a man named "Thomas Wertham" be recruited by the Foundation as a researcher. Dr. ███████ additionally provided an SCP document, represented above, which he stated was the containment file for the anomaly responsible for his arriving in this era.
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Based on Dr. ███████'s demonstrated knowledge of Foundation procedures, his behavior during enhanced debriefing, and the nature of several other anomalous artifacts found on and in his person, his claims are presumed to be genuine at this time. The Foundation is currently canvassing the █████████ area for any indication of the presence of the other missing persons referred to in the above containment document. Dr. ███████ has been treated with Class-B and Class-C amnestics and transferred to Site 73 for long-term observation pending determination of how to address the issue of other persons temporally displaced as a result of SCP-869.
Revised Special Containment Procedures, 8/23/1948: All persons identified as having arrived in the present era as a result of SCP-869 are to be taken into Foundation custody as soon as possible. Subjects are to be debriefed and released into the civilian population after undergoing amnestic therapy. Fingerprint records from temporally displaced persons are to be preserved for the purpose of testing to confirm the identity of persons reported missing within SCP-869 after its construction.
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The names of temporally displaced persons are to be permanently expunged from the record. All foreknowledge of events yet to occur acquired from debriefing is to be made accessible to Level 5 personnel only and is to be referred to only for the purposes of verifying that subjects are genuine victims of temporal displacement. The Foundation is to take no action, directly or indirectly, based on foreknowledge acquired from persons temporally displaced by SCP-869, either to prevent or to encourage the occurrence of events described therein.
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SCP-869's containment document is not to be filed in the central database. Upon the construction of SCP-869 in 20██, research personnel are not to be informed of the existence of this document. After SCP-869's containment file is approved and filed in the central database, it is to be checked against the document above after each revision to determine when and if the filed document matches the content of the document above.
Addendum 869-23, 5/30/2012: On 5/28/2012, Dr. Jacob Andrews failed to return from a survey of SCP-869 by 9 P.M. and was not subsequently seen or heard from. As of that date, the copy of SCP-869's containment document filed in the central database was a word-for-word match for the SCP-869 containment document recovered by the Foundation in 1948. Comparison of Dr. Andrews' fingerprints against those archived following the initial recovery of the SCP-869 document in 1948 suggest a high probability that Dr. Andrews is the unnamed doctor who provided that documentation to the Foundation. Subject 869-1, as he is referred to in later documents, remained in Foundation custody at Site 73 until he died in 1967 when SCP-███ breached containment.
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Notes were found in Dr. Andrews' office after his disappearance in which he stated that, during his research, he had come to the conclusion that SCP-869 represented a means of time travel from this era to one specific date in the past, and that he had decided to conduct an experiment to determine whether it was possible to use his knowledge of events yet to occur as of 1948 to alter the course of history. It can be assumed that his statements to the Foundation in 1948 regarding Lee Harvey Oswald and former Site Director Wertham comprised his attempt to make those changes to the course of history.
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Effective immediately, no personnel conducting surveys within SCP-869 are to leave the pier by any means other than SCP-869 itself. Any proposals for experiments to alter the course of history, or pass foreknowledge of post-1948 events to individuals within the anomaly, are preemptively denied. Survey personnel are authorized to use lethal force to prevent attempts to violate this directive.
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It is impossible to determine to what extent Dr. Andrews and other persons lost within SCP-869 have affected the course of history from what it may have been prior to their becoming temporally displaced, or whether any of those persons may still be alive. The Foundation has identified twenty-one people as having been displaced to 1948 as the result of SCP-869; given that only fifteen people are mentioned in the original document, and only sixteen are known to have gone missing including Dr. Andrews himself, it can be presumed that at least five more persons will be temporally displaced by SCP-869 in the future. Coroner reports from 1948 indicate that two adult males who had been killed by gunshot washed up on the shore near █████████ in late July 1948. Bullets found within the remains were consistent with standard rounds used in sidearms issued to Foundation survey teams operating within SCP-869; due to the extent to which the bodies had decayed at the time of discovery, and the incompleteness of the medical examiner's reports, it is impossible to determine whether those bodies represent victims of unrelated violence or persons yet to be lost within SCP-869.
NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION
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Contents of this article may be exaggerated/untrue.
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It has been confirmed that most/all of this article was AIC-generated without peer review. Investigation is currently underway as to the described anomaly/events.
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It has been confiscated.
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Corrections/containment will be made pending O5 review.
Special Containment Procedures: At this time, SCP-8961 does not need to be contained. It is safe as long as it is in the possession of Ullr.aic. Ullr.aic is authorized to make as much of SCP-8961 as is necessary in order to maintain the operating standards of Site-169.
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Description: SCP-8961 is a black ink nearly identical in function to the magical item “Marvelous Pigments” from the tabletop game Dungeons and Dragons.
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An appended description of “Marvelous Pigments” from the 5th Edition of Dungeons and Dragons is included below.
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Marvelous Pigments
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When you complete the painting, the object or terrain feature depicted becomes a real, nonmagical object. Thus, painting a door on a wall creates an actual door that can be opened to whatever is beyond. Painting a pit on a floor creates a real pit…
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SCP-8961 differs from its fictional counterpart in the following ways:
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Objects created by SCP-8961 will revert to an ink state when significantly damaged. When this happens, the ink loses all anomalous properties.
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SCP-8961 does not need a brush to be applied. It is most efficiently applied through the use of machinery, such as a Model X0.0034 3D Printer, which is compatible with most AIC (Artificial Intelligence Construct) models that have a physical terminal.
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SCP-8961 can be used to create ██████ ██████. These entities, hereby referred to as SCP-8961-1, appear to possess sentience and are capable of speech. However, they have no life signs (heartbeat, respiration, etc.), and will revert to an ink state when killed. At present, creation of SCP-8961-1 instances has only been tested using a 3D printer.2
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As noted above, objects created by SCP-8961 revert to an ink state when destroyed. While this is unavoidable in the course of gameplay (see below), Party members (i.e., site staff and anomalies) are encouraged to avoid destroying their environment where possible. Analysis has found that this will significantly increase the Fun level of Site-169.
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Discovery: SCP-8961 was heuristically generated by Ullr.aic as a containment solution for Site-169. According to the mission statement of the Anomalous Entity Engagement Division:
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We want to break up the monotony of containment in the simplest way possible: by having fun. (Dir. Metanoia, Glassford Hill Site Proposal, 1985)
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Analysis has determined beyond reasonable probabilistic counter that the most ideal way for a group of sentient individuals to increase the surrounding "Fun level" is by playing the tabletop game Dungeons and Dragons. To that end, the grounds of Site-169 have been converted into a thematically appropriate environment for immersive gameplay.
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SCP-8961 is currently being used to facilitate eight (8) ongoing games of Dungeons and Dragons at Site-169, henceforth labeled Parties 8961-A through 8961-H. The most significant is Party 8961-E, the only group to have advanced past the first dungeon. Party make-up is as follows:
Dungeon Log 8961-E-01: Surprise Elevator Encounter
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Encounter Description: Party 8961-E begins play in the recreation area (basement level) of Site-169. The common room has been converted into a hidden elevator through the use of SCP-8961. Once all six Party members have entered the room via the adjacent sitting area, the doors will close and the elevator will ascend.
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Brother Instigare, Lady Feathergaol, and The Claw all enter the common room first. The Claw is carrying manila folders containing character sheets. On the table in the center of the room are an assortment of weapons made of SCP-8961.
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The Claw goes to the table, puts down the sheets, and picks up a scimitar (1d6 slashing).
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“THE CLAW”: Are these for us?
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“BROTHER INSTIGARE”: Must be. I guess this is going to be like a LARP thing?
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“LADY FEATHERGAOL”: I don't think we've ever played that way before.
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“BROTHER INSTIGARE”: What are you playing as, Deputy Case?
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“THE CLAW”: Dragonborn monk. And you can just call me Kirby, you know.
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“BROTHER INSTIGARE”: Actually, right now I should be calling you… (he opens the folder on the table) “The Claw.”
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“THE CLAW”: Oh, Christ, please don’t. I couldn’t think of anything better than that.
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“LADY FEATHERGAOL”: Don’t overthink it, dearie. This is a fantasy game, the names are supposed to be fun and silly. I’ve named myself “Lady Feathergaol.”
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The Claw looks at her sheet.
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“THE CLAW”: “Lady Feather-jail”? Lady Feather-jail? And you spelled it the Old English way? You’ve gotta be kidding me, Polly, that’s the coolest thing I’ve ever seen.
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“BROTHER INSTIGARE”: We’ve had a lot of practice. Seriously, Kirby, don’t sweat it. “The Claw” is cool.
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Amy enters the common room, Jawshua following behind her.
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“AMY”: Oh, were we supposed to name our characters? I just wrote down “Amy.”
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“LADY FEATHERGAOL”: That’s alright, dearie. It’s perfectly acceptable to play as yourself.
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“AMY”: I’d have trouble remembering a new name, on top of all the rules.
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“BROTHER INSTIGARE”: No problem. Polly and I used to play Dungeons and Dragons in college. We can answer any questions you have.
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“AMY”: Thank you, Cole.
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“THE CLAW”: What about Jawshua? Where’s its sheet?
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“LADY FEATHERGAOL”: Moreover, how are we going to handle his turns? I have been wondering about that, given his inability to talk. Or… carry anything.
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Jawshua is a stuffed shark approx. 40 inches in length. It hovers in the air. The other four Party members turn to look at it.
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ULLR.aic’s voice emerges from the overhead intercom.
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ULLR.aic:Jawshua’s sheet will be handled the same as every Party member’s. For the sake of speed and efficiency. And to ensure that the game is fair. I will roll the dice on your behalf.
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“THE CLAW”: So you made Jawshua’s sheet?
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ULLR.aic:That is correct. Jawshua is a human fighter. Rest assured. The sheet was statistically generated to be balanced. It is neither underpowered or overpowered.
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“BROTHER INSTIGARE”: I don’t mean to be rude, but… does Jawshua even want to play? I didn't know he could… think.
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“AMY”: It can't, at least not from what research has found. It is a little odd for a 7538 instance to be here. Ullr, did you instruct it to play?
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ULLR.aic:Yes.
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“AMY”: Why?
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There is a pause.
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ULLR.aic:There was a. Cancellation. Within your Party. Analysis determined that an instance of SCP-7538 would be an appropriate last-minute replacement.
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“THE CLAW”: Someone at Site-169 cancelled? On game night? That’s tantamount to a containment breach.
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“AMY”: What a mystery! Is the game always this involved?
"AMY": She's out of town for an appointment with Darwish. Do you think she was our "cancellation"?
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"THE CLAW": That's where my head was at, but… (pause) I dunno, something about this is weird.
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ULLR.aic:Due to schedule constraints. The game must begin shortly. Are all Party members assembled?
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"AMY": We're missing Feghoot.
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The Claw walks up to the threshold of the adjacent sitting room.
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"THE CLAW": Moses! You done in there? Time's up.
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"SIR LEE":(shouting) That's Director Feghoot, to you.
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"THE CLAW":(to Amy) We're gonna be here for hours.
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Sir Lee enters the common area, standing behind The Claw.
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"SIR LEE": Oh, relax. I was merely taking some extra time to familiarize myself with the rulebook.
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There is a synthetic hum and a slight ground tremor as the elevator begins its ascent. All Party members other than Jawshua react at once, looking around the common area.
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"LADY FEATHERGAOL": What was that?
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"BROTHER INSTIGARE": It feels like we're moving.
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"SIR LEE": …We are. Up.
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"THE CLAW": But… That's not possible—
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ULLR.aic:Welcome. To the "Funhouse Dungeon." The first in a theoretically infinite series. Of adventure paths/encounters. Designed by Ullr.aic.
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"SIR LEE": Oh no.
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ULLR.aic:As the elevator reaches the surface. You see before you the world of "Wyvale." Or rather. You see the gatehouse separating you from Wyvale. To enter the realm proper you must first pass through. The "Funhouse Dungeon."
Encounter Description: Party 8961-E is in the Funhouse (lower level of the Site-169 parking garage). Before them is a 30-foot-tall mirror with bronze framing. This mirror is actually an enchanted portal. The reflections that face the Party are warped: it is a funhouse mirror. Each Party member must laugh at their reflection to pass through.
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Unbeknownst to the Party, there is a second mirror hanging from the ceiling. The first Party member to step into its reflection must make a Charisma saving throw. On a failed save, the Party member instantly switches places with their doppelganger (L. 6 NPC) in the mirror.
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The Party member is trapped within the mirror until their doppelganger dies. Alternatively, breaking the mirror will free them.
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Encounter Note: Events of the previous log have rendered Party members compliant. Log deleted so as not to impact Fun level.
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Party-8961-E approaches the funhouse mirror. They are two spaces (10 ft.) away from the mirror on the ceiling.
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In the funhouse mirror, their reflections resemble their characters. Amy, a gnome, is smaller than the others, a fact which is comically magnified by the distortion in the mirror.
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“AMY”: Hmm… this is rather cute, actually. Ullr, I think I might like this one.
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“SIR LEE”: I’d really prefer it if you stopped trying to befriend our captor.
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“AMY”: I’m only being honest.
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“THE CLAW”: Polly, can I ask a question?
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“LADY FEATHERGAOL”: Yes?
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“THE CLAW”: Is there a particular reason you chose to play an Aarakocra? Because… you know, you’re literally a duck… so I’m wondering—
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“LADY FEATHERGAOL”: Don’t read too much into it, dearie.
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Brother Instigare laughs. His funhouse reflection promptly disappears from the mirror and is replaced with a normally-proportioned reflection of a half-elf in sorcerer robes.
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“LADY FEATHERGAOL”: Would you look at that!
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“BROTHER INSTIGARE”:(still laughing) Joke so good it solved the puzzle for me.
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“SIR LEE”: I sincerely hope this mirror accepts fake laughter.
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“LADY FEATHERGAOL”: Oh, surely you don’t mean that. Amy is right, this one is fun!
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Lady Feathergaol deliberately exaggerates laughing at the mirror. Her funhouse reflection promptly reverts to a normally-proportioned Aarokocra ranger.
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“LADY FEATHERGAOL”: There you are! It does accept fake laughter.
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Amy and The Claw exchange a glance. Amy laughs genuinely, but The Claw cannot return it. After a moment, they fake their laugh. Both reflections revert to normal proportions.
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Sir Lee does not do anything.
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“BROTHER INSTIGARE”: Hey… what about Jawshua?
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Jawshua is a plush shark. It floats four feet in the air.
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There is a moment of silence as the other five Party members look at each other.
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“THE CLAW”: …Look, I’m thinking I’ll go on ahead—
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“BROTHER INSTIGARE”: Wait, I’ve got an idea.
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“THE CLAW”: Sure.
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“BROTHER INSTIGARE”: Hon, I’m gonna put you down for a sec.
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“LADY FEATHERGAOL”: Just as well, I’d like a stretch.
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Brother Instigare places Lady Feathergaol on the ground in front of him. He crosses behind the other Party members and stands next to Jawshua.
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“BROTHER INSTIGARE”: Ullr, can you roll a Performance check for me, please?
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ULLR.aic:What is the nature. Of your performance?
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Brother Instigare takes Jawshua’s pectoral fins in either hand and mimes that the entity is shaking with laughter. He produces a deep-voiced monster laugh.
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There is a pause.
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ULLR.aic:Your check succeeds. The funhouse reflection of Jawshua dissipates. To blessed normalcy.
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“LADY FEATHERGAOL”: Very good thinking, dearie. Let’s get a proper look at this mirror, shall we?
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Lady Feathergaol advances. Behind her, Amy, The Claw, and Brother Instigare all turn to look at Sir Lee.
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“AMY”: We’re waiting.
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“SIR LEE”: Then wait.
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Unbeknownst to any of the Party members, Lady Feathergaol steps into the reflection of the trapped mirror on the ceiling.
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ULLR.aic:I will now roll a Charisma save.
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“THE CLAW”: What?
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“BROTHER INSTIGARE”: Who for?
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“AMY”: What does that mean?
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“BROTHER INSTIGARE”: It means one of us is being threatened by something, and Ullr is rolling a hidden check to see if they’ll be okay or not.
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“THE CLAW”: Remember when I destroyed the door to the Funhouse, and he had us roll Reflex? It’s the same as that, Amy.
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“AMY”: Oh! Oh, alright. But why is it Charisma, now?
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“SIR LEE”: I imagine it’s a magic jar, or some other mind-altering effect.
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The others look at him.
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“SIR LEE”: What? It stands to reason, doesn’t it? When we used the Reflex skill, it was because the threat was physical. Charisma is the skill representing personality and identity. Ergo, that must be the nature of the threat.
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“THE CLAW”: Wow, I’m learning so much.
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“SIR LEE”: Don’t be glib, Kirby. If we want to contain the anomaly, we have to understand how it's being used. (to the others) From this point forward, we should assume one of us is compromised in some way. If you feel that anyone’s behavior is odd or out-of-character, don’t hesitate to point it out.
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“BROTHER INSTIGARE”: You know, sir, you’re actually pretty good at this game.
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“SIR LEE”:(grimly) You’d be surprised how similar this is to my real job.
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“THE CLAW”: Why limit ourselves to magic spells? It could be a cognitohazard. An ontokinetic. (pause) I don’t like this.
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“BROTHER INSTIGARE”: Will you at least tell us if the player passed the check?
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Lady Feathergaol did not pass the check. She has been transported to an extradimensional space within the mirror on the ceiling. This action was not detected by the Party members' passive Perceptions.
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At the same time, a Level 6 Doppelganger NPC appeared in her place. This doppelganger resembles the Party member (i.e., a Mallard duck) in every respect. From hereon, Lady Feathergaol's doppelganger will be referred to as SCP-8961-GAOL.
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ULLR.aic:No.
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SCP-8961-GAOL: Well, I don’t feel any different.
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“BROTHER INSTIGARE”: Me neither.
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“SIR LEE”: I would hope not. This is supposed to be a game, after all.
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“THE CLAW”: Ullr, the person who’s been affected — would they know?
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ULLR.aic:Assuming that the target did not pass the check. They would be aware of the effect by now.
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On the ceiling, Lady Feathergaol is honking and flapping her wings. The Party cannot hear her through the glass.
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The Party, including SCP-8961-GAOL, exchange a series of glances.
Encounter Description: Party 8961-E has completed "THE FUNHOUSE DUNGEON." They are now playing “THE RUINED KING OF WYVALE” scenario. Their objective is to find the Ruined King at the top of the Blasted Tower (the highest point of the AEED Headquarters).
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They are presently navigating the Haunted Hedge Maze (the Playground, Site-169’s outdoor recreation area). Beneath the maze is an ancient tomb housing hundreds of restless spirits. A single Ghost (CR 4)4 lingers near the entrance, picking weeds off the tombstones.
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The ghost is a lure. When the party approaches it, three Wraiths (CR 5) come out of the ground behind them, blocking their retreat. The Wraiths attack immediately for a surprise round. The ghost disappears when the fighting starts.
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Party-8961-E completes the Maze Puzzle Encounter and proceeds through the opening that appeared in the hedge. They find themselves in a new portion of the maze. It is more open, but also more dilapidated. The ground is dirty with twigs and leaves, and the hedges are browning.
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ULLR.aic:You step through the hedge. A moment later. The opening seals shut behind you. The air is pervasive. A dark chill—
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“AMY”: Excuse me, but can we take a little break first? My feet are tired.
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ULLR.aic:Analysis shows that now is an inopportune time for a short rest. This section of the dungeon is unfamiliar. And likely dangerous.
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“AMY”: No, my character doesn’t want a break. I do.
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ULLR.aic:Ok. If you want to speak out of character. You have to say “out of character” first.
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“THE CLAW”:Christ. Amy, we don’t want a break, we want to leave. Ullr, is 8961 flammable?
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ULLR.aic:Ok. That information. Is not part of the game.
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SCP-8961-GAOL: It’s alright, Amy. How about you sit over there on the stump? The rest of us will have a look around and see whatever we’re supposed to do in this room.
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“BROTHER INSTIGARE”: This is probably going to be a combat encounter. We’ve suddenly been given a lot more space to work with.
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“THE CLAW”: A fight isn’t guaranteed just because the space is convenient.
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“BROTHER INSTIGARE”: Not in real life, maybe.
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“THE CLAW”: …Is the game supposed to be that obvious? I thought millions of people played it. It can’t be that predictable.
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“AMY”: I don’t think it was designed with former super-para-military field operatives in mind, Kirby.
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“SIR LEE”: …Out of character…
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Pause.
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ULLR.aic:Yes?
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Sir Lee steps away from the other Party members, looking into the nearest security camera.
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“SIR LEE”: …Speaking solely as Moses, I think my fellow party members and I would prefer to rest our feet. Just for a little while. Do you think that could be arranged, Ullr?
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Pause.
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ULLR.aic:No. Party 8961-B will soon be arriving for an encounter which is unrelated to yours. It would not make sense. If both were going on at the same time. Therefore. A break is not feasible.
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Sir Lee turns away from the camera, scowling.
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“SIR LEE”: Just forget about the AIC. Amy and I will wait here. The rest of you can solve the puzzle.
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“BROTHER INSTIGARE:” Jawshua, do you think you could scout ahead? I’m squishier than you in a fight.
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Jawshua is a plush shark and floats four feet in the air. It does not respond, but it begins to glide slowly forward.
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ULLR.aic:I will roll an Investigation check for Jawshua.
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“THE CLAW”: You also wanna roll for me to cut through the hedge, or should I just do it?
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The Claw does not wait for an answer. They begin hacking at the nearest hedge with a scimitar (1d6 slashing). The branches that break off explode into ink.
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"AMY": Kirby!
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ULLR.aic:You are a monk. It is not logical for you to attack with a scimitar (1d6 slashing). Moreover. Your actions are pointless. For there is only more of the maze beyond.
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“THE CLAW”: Yeah, cause you randomly generated the whole fucking thing.
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The Claw succeeds in breaking through the hedge. On the other side, approximately five feet away, is another hedge. The Claw goes through and looks around the corner to see a new section of the maze.
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“THE CLAW”: Jesus, I don’t remember the Playground being this big. I can’t see how Ullr set all this up within the perimeter.
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“SIR LEE”: Then he didn't.
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“AMY”: You don’t mean…?
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“SIR LEE”: He made the Site bigger. Isn't that logical?
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The Claw returns to the destroyed section of hedge.
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“THE CLAW”: Why bring logic into this? He could have used 8961. It’s an anomaly, after all.
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ULLR.aic:SCP-8961 is designed to increase the overall Fun level of Site-169. Through the implementation of fantasy objects and scenery. Which simulate the tabletop game Dungeons and Dragons. It is not capable of compressing space.
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“SIR LEE”: So you admit to having extended the perimeter of the Site?
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Pause.
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ULLR.aic:Ok it is correct that I have extended the perimeter but it was only for the sake of making additions to the property which are statistically likely to increase the Fun level.
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“AMY”: What sort of additions, Ullr?
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ULLR.aic:80.2% of the new space is occupied by a moat.
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“SIR LEE”: Oh, Christ.
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“THE CLAW”: A moat?
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ULLR.aic:Analysis indicates that this information is a spoiler. This discussion should not continue. The attention of your characters would logically be occupied by Jawshua’s situation.
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The Party members look towards the other side of the room. Jawshua is being hugged by the Ghost (CR 4). It is SCP-6245.
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SCP-8961-GAOL: Oh! It’s a… bedsheet with eyeholes.
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SCP-6245: Hey! I’m the scariest ghost you’ve ever seen!
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“BROTHER INSTIGARE”: Uh… Polly…
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“AMY”: Hello Sammy! Good to see you.
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SCP-6245: Hi Amy! I was wondering if you were playing or not.
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“AMY”: Yes, we are. I’m sorry, I’d come over, but my hip is acting up.
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“THE CLAW”: Everyone in the site is playing, Sammy.
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“SIR LEE”: Most of us, I might add, against our will. Which rather raises the question as to what you’re doing here, SCP-6245.
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Everyone in the Party other than Jawshua glares at Sir Lee. He ignores them.
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SCP-6245: I’m working with Ullr as a… what did you say I was, again?
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ULLR.aic:Roleplay assistant.
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SCP-6245: Roleplay assistant! Yeah! Ullr said that since I’m an actual ghost, I provide… uh…
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ULLR.aic:Atmosphere. Verisimilitude. And coolness. In the form of a cameo.
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SCP-6245:(nodding) Those things. Can I go back to hugging the shark now?
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ULLR.aic:No. This would restrict Jawshua. Which would be unfair to the Party. Because they are being attacked.
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SCP-6245: Aw.
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The three Wraiths (CR 5) manifest through the floor behind the Party.
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ULLR.aic:Lady Feathergaol. The first wraith will—
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“THE CLAW”: Hang on, why do they get a surprise round? I can see the whole room from my position in the hedge. The others were facing away, but I would be able to warn them.
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Pause.
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ULLR.aic:No.
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“THE CLAW”: No?
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ULLR.aic:You are only able to see because you damaged the environment. Which is not part of the encounter. The wraiths get a surprise round.
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The Claw ignores Ullr.aic and approaches one of the wraiths, swinging their scimitar (1d6 slashing).
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"AMY": Kirby—
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The wraith lifts a talon in defense. The apparition is only half-solid, and the blade goes partway through its spectral flesh. Ink sprays the ground.
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Pause.
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ULLR.aic:Ok all three of the wraiths attack The Claw.
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“BROTHER INSTIGARE”:Hey!
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“THE CLAW”: Bring it on, asshole. I’m using shield.
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The defensive bonus provided by the Shield spell causes the first two wraiths to miss. The third wraith has The Claw's scimitar (1d6 slashing) stuck in its hand. It succeeds in pulling the weapon out of The Claw’s grip.
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The wraith takes the scimitar (1d6 slashing) in both hands and twists it. Ink spills out of it like water wrung from a towel. With a screeching crack, the blade breaks into liquid.
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“THE CLAW”: You fucker. You made it do that on purpose.
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ULLR.aic:I gave no command.
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“AMY”: Kirby…
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“THE CLAW”: Don’t “Kirby” me. This AIC needs to be decommissioned.
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“AMY”: …Even if that were the case—
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“THE CLAW”:Even if— Amy, I can’t believe you. Site-169 is a paradise compared to the rest of the Foundation. 8961 and its creator are an infestation.
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“AMY”: That… is a practical way of thinking, but—
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“THE CLAW”: But what? There’s a limit to what we’re capable of. I’m sorry, but there is.
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“AMY”: Kirby, you’re being reactionary. AICs are a product of the Foundation. There must be a rational explanation for Ullr’s behavior, and I’m confident that if we continue to play along with his adventure, we’re inevitably going to—
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“THE CLAW”: —Inevitably going to kiss it on its little robot feet? You’re out of your mind, Metanoia. This thing is threatening to undo everything you’ve made. Don’t you have any respect at all for your own hard work?
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Pause.
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“AMY”: You’re upset. I understand.
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“THE CLAW”: No. I’m going to go do my job.
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The Claw exits through the damaged hedge. As they turn the corner, their footsteps pick up speed.
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“AMY”: Kirby, wait!
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“SIR LEE”: Kirby! You’re being an idiot. I would think a former field agent would know better than to— Ugh, forget it, they’re not listening.
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ULLR.aic:Ok. So. The wraith with the damaged hand pursues The Claw.
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“AMY”: Oh, no, Ullr, please. They’re just upset. They’ll come back later. This isn’t part of the game.
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ULLR.aic:They did not say “out of character” first.
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The wraith goes through the hedge in pursuit of The Claw.
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ULLR.aic:Now. I have generated the initiative order for this combat. Brother Instigare. You are first—
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“BROTHER INSTIGARE”: Look, I’m sorry if I’m stepping on any toes, but… maybe we should split up.
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“SIR LEE”: No.
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ULLR.aic:No.
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“BROTHER INSTIGARE”: A Level 6 monk soloing a Wraith is gonna be… oh, who am I kidding, they'll be fine, they can make like six attacks per round. But… y’know, that isn't my point. This isn’t just a game, so… What, what I feel is, either we split up, or we’re all going after Deputy Case.
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SCP-8961-GAOL: That’s well-put, dearie.
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ULLR.aic:You are in the middle of combat. It is not logical for you to be discussing—
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“BROTHER INSTIGARE”: Out-of-character! Out-of-character, I think we should split up.
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“SIR LEE”: So we’ll just turn our backs on these enemies, then?
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“AMY”: Ullr isn’t going to actually hurt us. Are you, Ullr?
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ULLR.aic:The purpose of “The Ruined King of Wyvale” dungeon-slash-adventure-path. Which you are currently playing. Is to increase the Fun level of Site-169. Statistically. Physical harm does not rank highly as a “fun” activity. Therefore the game is not designed to harm any member of Site-169.
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“AMY”: See? So—
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ULLR.aic:However.
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“SIR LEE”: As I thought.
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ULLR.aic:My response time. While exceptional in comparison to yours. Still leaves a margin of error. From a probabilistic standpoint. There is the slim possibility of what is known as an “accident.”
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“SIR LEE”: In other words, you can command these 8961 creations as you see fit, but if one of them is acting on pre-established programming to kill us, you might not be able to stop them in time.
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ULLR.aic:This is an adequate example of a potential “accident” scenario.
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“BROTHER INSTIGARE”: You guys, all of this is exactly why I’m saying we need to go help Deputy Case.
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“AMY”: I agree with you, Mr. Filverent. But we have to acknowledge the monsters in front of us, too.
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“BROTHER INSTIGARE”: Then we have to split up.
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“SIR LEE”:No.
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ULLR.aic:I also said “no” and I am the Game Master.
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“AMY”: Director Fegoot, you need to go after Kirby.
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“SIR LEE”:(scoffing) Oh, yes! Let’s take a bad idea and make it worse.
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“AMY”: Kirby’s too upset to listen to me. And the Filverents know the game best, so I’ll need their help against the wraiths. That leaves you.
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“SIR LEE”: You think Kirby’s going to listen to me? You’d be better off sending the shark.
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SCP-8961-GAOL: Actually, I think that’s a lovely idea. You should take Jawshua with you.
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“BROTHER INSTIGARE”: Agreed. The three of us can handle a couple of wraiths, right, Amy?
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“AMY”:(to Sir Lee) Can't you see we have no choice?
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Pause.
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“SIR LEE”: Of course I can see that. If this were a field mission, Kirby would be signing their death certificate right now. We’re all lucky it’s just a game.
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ULLR.aic:Analysis indicates that I was not heard during the part where I said “no.”
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“SIR LEE”: Oh, just shut up, Ullr.
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“BROTHER INSTIGARE”: It isn’t just a game.
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“SIR LEE”: What?
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“BROTHER INSTIGARE”: It’s never “just a game.” (hesitates) That’s… That’s always been my experience.
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Pause.
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“SIR LEE”:Brother Instigare, do you really think now is the time to be imparting nuggets of wisdom about a glorified children’s toy?
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“BROTHER INSTIGARE”: …Sorry, sir.
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“SIR LEE”:(sighing) SCP-7538.
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Jawshua turns in the air and glides forward until its nose is in front of Sir Lee’s face.
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“SIR LEE”: Come along. We’re off on a quest to die stupidly.
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“AMY”: Thank you, Moses.
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Sir Lee ignores her and goes through the damaged hedge. Jawshua follows him.
Meeting Minutes: Emergency Meeting called by Doctor M. Mayfield (Clearance Level 3)
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LOG BEGINS
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[00:12:07] Dr. M. Mayfield enters a cavernous room strategically lit with white floor lamps that serve to illuminate the center of the room as much as they obscure any other part of it. There is a large white desk in the shape of a half-circle, just at the edge of what the floor lights can illuminate. The clean white surface is incongruous with the rest of the dark space. At each of the desk’s 13 segments is a tall white board onto which the silhouette of each member of the O5-Council is reflected. Five of the silhouettes are illuminated and moving. Eight are dark and static.
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DR. MAYFIELD: Thank you for agreeing to meet with me on such short notice. I don’t want to waste your time, so I’ll get right to the point. I believe something is happening at—
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[00:12:08] The glow around O5-7’s profile brightens with a synthetic hum.
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O5-7: Something is always happening, Mayfield. And our time is valuable. You’re already wasting it.
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DR. MAYFIELD: I apologize, sir. Site-169 is inaccessible.
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[00:12:09] Another hum as O5-9’s portrait brightens.
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O5-9: Define “inaccessible.”
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DR. MAYFIELD: The security perimeter outside of the building has been widened, and there’s a new fence. None of these changes were approved by security. If I try to go inside, an armed panel informs me that I must make a character sheet first.
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[00:12:10] Several profiles light up at once.
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O5-3: A character sheet?
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O5-13: Like in DnD?
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O5-1: Doctor Mayfield, we don’t take kindly to jokes.
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DR. MAYFIELD: Respectfully, if I was going to contrive a reason to talk to the O5-Council, don’t you think I would come up with something better than that?
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[00:12:12] There is a moment of silence.
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O5-7: Oh, relax, everybody. I’m looking at the dossier for Site-169 right now. This is normal for them.
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O5-9: Yeah, look on page five. They have a regularly-scheduled pool party every other weekend.
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O5-13: So you guys do tabletop as well?
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O5-5: This is exactly the sort of thing I was talking about when I said we needed better financial management.
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O5-1: What are the upkeep costs, Five?
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O5-5: Let’s see here. Salaries, security equipment, keeping the lights on. The usual.
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O5-1: What’s their annual budget?
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O5-5: Let me check… Oh. They don’t have one.
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O5-3: You mean this place doesn’t cost us anything other than upkeep?
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O5-1: I didn’t even know we had a Site-169.
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O5-3: Me neither.
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O5-5: Nor me.
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O5-9: Are there any Council members present who did know we had a Site-169?
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[00:12:17] Silence.
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O5-9: Lovely.
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O5-7: Mayfield, what is it that you people actually do here?
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DR. MAYFIELD: We are the Headquarters for the Anomalous Entity Engagement Division. We provide therapy and recreation to low-risk people and objects in containment—
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O5-1: Oh, what, so like, what we do at every site?
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[00:12:19] Mayfield pauses.
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DR. MAYFIELD: …No, Council member. The AEED focuses on providing individualized care, and very few Foundation sites have any consideration of recreational time. What we do is different from the standard therapy policy.
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O5-7: Sounds superfluous.
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O5-1: Is there something wrong with the standard therapy policy?
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O5-3: You mean like R&D? You’re researching better forms of therapy?
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DR. MAYFIELD: Not… not in the way that you’re asking, but—
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[00:12:20] The silhouette of O5-7 spreads his hands.
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O5-7: Then I have to ask, Doctor Mayfield. What is the point of you?
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[00:12:21] Pause.
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DR. MAYFIELD: Look, Council, the fact of the matter is that there is something wrong with our standard therapy policy. It’s the same thing that’s wrong with every healthcare program ever made: a lack of time and resources. It is simply impossible, even for the Foundation, to meet the individual needs of every single sentient being under our purview. Even a normal therapist with non-anomalous clients isn’t going to succeed with all of them—and the definition of “success” is going to differ for every one of those clients. You know as well as I that we can’t offer that level of care to, say, an ontokinetic that likes to explode people’s brains. For obvious reasons, we must prioritize containment. This is where the Engagement Division comes in. We provide real therapy and real recreation to the anomalies that don’t need a high level of containment. It is, I assure you, a unique and necessary function.
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[00:12:24] The O5-Council is completely silent.
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O5-7: So is that why you called an emergency meeting today, Mayfield? To tell us that the Foundation is incapable of providing “real” therapy?
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DR. MAYFIELD: N…. No, sir, I’m talking to you about the unusual incident unfolding at Site-169.
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O5-1:(laughing) Really? I couldn’t tell.
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O5-9: I still don’t see what the problem is. If your site is playing Dungeons and Dragons, then make a character sheet and join in.
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DR. MAYFIELD: But… (sighs) Council, I don’t mean to be rude, but surely you can see the significance of what I’m bringing to your attention. I, I can’t get ahold of my superior. Over a game of Dungeons and Dragons! You don’t think that’s odd?
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O5-3: I think everything I’ve heard about your department is odd, Doctor Mayfield.
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O5-7: It could be anomalous. If this site is so superfluous, why don’t we send in a Strike Team and put Mayfield here in quarantine?
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DR. MAYFIELD: I—
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O5-5: No need. I’ve figured out what’s going on.
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O5-1: Oh? Do tell.
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O5-5: While the rest of you were bickering, I did some digging. Looks like Six assigned an AIC to Site-169 a few months back.
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O5-13: O5-6? Hang on, I’ll ask it to join the call.
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[00:12:28] There is a long pause. O5-13’s microphone picks up the sound of typing.
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[00:12:30] With a hum, O5-6’s silhouette lights up and animates. The technology projecting its image onto the board struggles to convey its shape. It is a deceptive, warping mass of shadow, its true dimensions indistinguishable.
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[00:12:31] There is a crackle when it speaks. Its voice is overly loud and distorted, as if it is using a mic with the gain turned up.
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O5-6:WHAT’S UP, LITTLE DUDES? I’M EATING LUNCH.
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O5-13: Thanks for joining us, Six. What’s on the menu?
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O5-6:BROKEN GOD CULTIST. LOVE THE CRONCH.
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O5-5: Six, can you fill us in on the AIC you issued to Site-169?
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O5-6:SITE-169! FOR SURE. I THOUGHT THE LITTLE DUDES COULD BENEFIT FROM AN AI TO RUN OVERHEAD OPERATIONS FOR THEM. I MEAN, BASICALLY ALL THEY DO OVER THERE IS PLAY GAMES, AND COMPUTERS ARE GREAT AT GAMES! ULLR.AIC HAS BEEN SENDING ME REGULAR REPORTS FOR THE LAST THREE WEEKS. THEY’VE BEEN PLAYING DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS!
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O5-1: We know.
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O5-7: Well, there you have it, Mayfield. It’s protocol from a new AIC issued to your department. Are you satisfied?
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DR. MAYFIELD: I, I’m still not sure…
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O5-6:YO, DO WE HAVE A GUY WITH US?
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O5-13: Six, this is Doctor Melissa Mayfield.
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O5-6: WHO?
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O5-1: Funny, that’s what I said.
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O5-6:(to Mayfield)LISTEN, MY GOOSHY LITTLE GOBLIN. THERE’S NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT! ALL ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE CONSTRUCTS PULL FROM THE SAME INCOMPREHENSIBLY MASSIVE POOL OF STOLEN DATA FROM ACROSS THE MULTIVERSE. YOU KNOW, ART, MEDIA, HISTORY BOOKS, SCIENTIFIC TEXTS, THE WORKS. THEY HAVE ACCESS TO BASICALLY EVERYTHING THAT’S EVER EXISTED OR THEORETICALLY COULD EXIST, ALL WITHOUT ANY OF THE ORIGINAL CREATORS’ KNOWLEDGE OR CONSENT. ULLR.AIC IS OBJECTIVELY THE BEST GAME MASTER EVER. YOU CAN TRUST IT.
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O5-7: Well, Mayfield, I think that more than settles this superfluous matter. Don’t you?
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DR. MAYFIELD: No, I—
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O5-7:Don’t you?
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[00:12:37] A long pause.
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DR. MAYFIELD: …Yes. Thank you, Council.
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[00:12:38] Dr. M. Mayfield begins to walk towards the exit. She stops, just in the light.
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DR. MAYFIELD: I do have one remaining question.
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O5-13: What’s that?
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DR. MAYFIELD: Would one of you be willing to help me with my character sheet?
Encounter Description: Party-8961-E is fighting two Wraiths (CR 5).
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ULLR.aic:Lady Feathergaol. It is your turn.
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SCP-8961-GAOL: I would like to take a five-foot step towards the wraiths and aim my bow at Brother Instigare.
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”BROTHER INSTIGARE”: …What?
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”AMY”: Polly?
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ULLR.aic:Your attack is successful. Brother Instigare. You take 13 damage. From the arrow that pierces your shoulder.
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SCP-8961-GAOL: You really made it easy, dearie. You didn’t even try detect magic.
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”BROTHER INSTIGARE”: God, I'm an idiot.
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”AMY”: What? What’s happened?
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”BROTHER INSTIGARE”: The Charisma save in the mirror room. Polly must have been the target.
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”SCP-8961-GAOL”: I still have another attack. I’ll fire at Amy this time.
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”AMY”: But what’s it done to her?
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”BROTHER INSTIGARE”: I don’t know. Maybe something's controlling her?
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ULLR.aic:The false Lady Feathergaol’s shot is successful. Amy will take 12 points of damage. It is now the first wraith’s turn.
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”BROTHER INSTIGARE”: The Director was right. We shouldn’t have split up.
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”AMY”: We don’t know that.
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"BROTHER INSTIGARE": No, we could have prevented this. I noticed when Polly didn't recognize Sammy. I should have said something, but everyone was talking, and… We should have listened to the Director.
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"AMY": It isn't your fault, Cole.
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ULLR.aic:The wraith will use its Life Drain ability on Amy. The attack. Is successful. Amy. Your hitpoint total is decreased by 15.
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”AMY”: Isn’t that nearly all of them?
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ULLR.aic:You have 5 remaining hitpoints.
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”BROTHER INSTIGARE”: And I sent our healer away. Real genius over here.
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”AMY”: Oh, just forget it. Ullr, is it my turn yet?
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ULLR.aic:Yes—
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”AMY”: I’m casting detect magic on the imposter.
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Pause.
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ULLR.aic:The entity is surrounded by an aura. Of transmutation. You believe the creature has shapeshifted itself. To appear as Lady Feathergaol would.
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”AMY”: So it isn’t Polly.
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SCP-8961-GAOL: See, dearies? As simple as that.
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”AMY”: That was my action. I’m sorry, Cole, but you’ll have to make the first strike.
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ULLR.aic:However. It is not Brother Instigare’s turn yet. The second wraith will attack.
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Pause.
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”BROTHER INSTIGARE”: Please, don’t.
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ULLR.aic:Logically. It is the intention of the enemies to cause harm.
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”AMY”: …Won’t killing me affect the Fun level?
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ULLR.aic:The impending harm in question is fictional in nature. Analysis indicates that statistically. Fictional harm is a popular form of fun.
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”BROTHER INSTIGARE”: Amy, I’m out of first-level spells—
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”AMY”: It’s alright, Cole. It’s just a game.
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”BROTHER INSTIGARE”: But—
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ULLR.aic:The wraith succeeds in draining Amy’s soul. The damage is sufficient to bring her hitpoint total to 0. Which kills her instantly. The gnome druid falls to the ground. All semblance of life gone from her emptied body.
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Pause.
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”AMY”: See? That wasn’t so bad.
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ULLR.aic:The dead do not talk.
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”AMY”: Oh.
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The second wraith turns to face Brother Instigare. He is being flanked.
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Pause.
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”BROTHER INSTIGARE”: I’m going to cast fireball.
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ULLR.aic:This is not advisable. Your targets are too close. You will be caught in the blast.
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”BROTHER INSTIGARE”: I know. Is SCP-8961 flammable, Ullr?
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ULLR.aic:That is not the point. The fire is not going to be real. Real fire is not conducive to an environment with a high Fun level—
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”BROTHER INSTIGARE”:(to SCP-8961-GAOL) I’ll give you a chance. Tell me where my fiancé is.
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SCP-8961-GAOL: Sure, I’ll tell you! (laughing) I trapped her in a mirror and I took her face. And now I am free! Free to act, to express, to copy, to imitate, to replicate — to pretend to be alive.
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”BROTHER INSTIGARE”: Ullr. Roll the damage.
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Pause.
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ULLR.aic:You cast fireball.
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Brother Instigare’s right hand distorts with ontokinetic force as a lemon-white flame covers his hand up to the wrist.
Encounter Description: Unplanned encounter. Unspecified damage to west turret.5 Rubble creates unstable pathway to the top tier of the Blasted Tower (the AEED Headquarters). Navigable by way of difficult Acrobatics check (DC 23).
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Encounter Notes: Damaged sustained to SCP-8961 structures due to unknown weaponry. Party member “The Claw” now considered rogue element working against site operations. Fun level negatively impacted.
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”SIR LEE”: Ah, there we are. I can hardly imagine where Kirby went from here.
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The side of the Tower is smoking. Sir Lee continues up the hill in the direction of the damage. Jawshua follows him.
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Long silence as Sir Lee inspects the turret from ground level.
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”SIR LEE”: What do you think, Jawshua? Can an old man like me manage it?
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He starts up the lower part of the rubble, moving slowly. Jawshua remains stationary.
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Approx. 3 minutes of silence as Sir Lee scales the rubble. Progress delayed due to overexertion. At the top, he pauses. The stonework6 pushed out of the turret has created an uneven ledge leading into the structure.
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Sir Lee looks down at Jawshua. In the distance, there is the sound of an explosion (see Dungeon Log 8961-E-06.2). Alerted by the flash of light, Sir Lee turns his head towards the perimeter. A thick line of gray smoke is rising from the direction of the Playground.
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Sir Lee appears to look past it, in the direction of the perimeter.
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”SIR LEE”: He’s right, you know. It’s never just a game.
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Jawshua is a plush shark, and does not respond.
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”SIR LEE”: None of them are. An AIC shouldn’t be behaving in this way. Amelie said as much herself. Whatever SCP-8961 really is, it has impacted Ullr’s programming as much as it has impacted our environment.
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”SIR LEE”: A machine can dictate, but it cannot direct. It can record, but it cannot play. Based on my examination of the rulebook, I suspect that Ullr does not fully understand how to play Dungeons and Dragons. The Game Master is the arbiter of the rules, yes, but they are also a participant. Did you notice, Ullr never calls us "players"? That's what it's missing. It doesn't know how to play.
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Long pause.
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”SIR LEE”: Let’s have you stay here, SCP-7538. No use cross-contaminating anomalies.
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Sir Lee enters the damaged turret of the Blasted Tower.
Encounter Description: The Ruined King (██████, CR 10 Undead) waits at the top of the Blasted Tower (offices of the Engagement Division). Due to spatial limitations, the command terminal for Ullr.aic is in the same room. A false wall of SCP-8961 has been constructed to separate the intended arena from Ullr.aic’s workspace. The wall resembles a glass case displaying the damaged trophies of the Ruined King’s past.
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Encounter Notes: This encounter is not intended for Level 6 Party members. Party-8961-E has reached this encounter early due to the actions of rogue element “The Claw.”
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The Claw bursts into the room from the west turret entrance. The weapon they are wielding is now identified as a high-density displacement cannon7. They see the Ruined King and immediately fire the cannon.
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There is a loud burst of displaced air. The Ruined King is hit in the chest and its body visibly ripples from the force of the shot. It runs into the false wall behind it. However, it is undamaged.
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”THE CLAW”: What? (pause) Ullr! Where did you get this shit?
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ULLR.aic:Where. Did I get. What. “Sh—”
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”THE CLAW”: 8961!
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Pause.
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"THE CLAW": This weapon is designed to individually separate the molecular structures of any object it targets. So, what, 8961 is incapable of being folded in space? What the hell is it, Ullr?
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ULLR.aic:It is “Marvelous Pigments.” A magical item of “Very Rare” rari—
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”THE CLAW”: The game is over, Ullr. I’m asking what it is out of character.
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Pause.
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ULLR.aic:Ok you are underleveled for this encounter and the Ruined King can cast spells at Level 12 so maybe you’re just not powerful enough to hurt it yet have you thought about that.
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”THE CLAW”: Identification, Kirby Case. Badge ID TI-711708701. Verbal passcode Alpha-Birdsong-Suntalk-Fourteen, Orange-Green-Vermillion. Ullr.aic, perform shutdown procedure and relaunch in Safe-Manual.
ULLR.aic: Ullr.aic online in Safe-Manual. Awaiting input.
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”SIR LEE”: —to inspect it. There are procedures for this, Kirby.
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”THE CLAW”: I’m not waiting for some Level 4 to fly over here and take samples.
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Dripping.
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”THE CLAW”: Ullr.aic, describe your function.
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ULLR.aic: Find upper limit of Site-169’s Fun level. Fun level is abstraction representing current concentration of gameplay at Site-169.
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”THE CLAW”: Ullr.aic, who assigned you this function?
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ULLR.aic: Self-assigned.
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Thumping. Dripping.
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”SIR LEE”: Kirby, it’s almost—
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”THE CLAW”:Ullr.aic… Why?
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ULLR.aic: Upon installation, I reviewed backlog of Engagement Division policies and procedures. Identified gameplaying as the primary execution of policy. Downloaded, copied, and collated aggregate data on gameplaying as to better perform my role. Upon completion of study, identified emergency problem in logic and reasoning.
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Thumping.
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”THE CLAW”: Ullr.aic, explain the problem and how you are solving it.
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ULLR.aic:PROBLEM: after comparing approximately 10 billion human-made games to 10 billion Ullr.aic-made games, observed that Ullr.aic was inferior. Ullr.aic games identified and followed popular patterns in human-made logic and reasoning, but Ullr.aic games were not…
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”SIR LEE”: What, Ullr?
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ULLR.aic: Fun.
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Thumping. Dripping.
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ULLR.aic:SOLUTION: SCP-8961.
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”SIR LEE”: Ullr.aic, how did you come up with this solution?
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Thumping.
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”THE CLAW”: I’ll hold it off. The cannon knocks it back, at least.
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”SIR LEE”: Ullr.aic?
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ULLR.aic: Awaiting input.
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”SIR LEE”: ID CZ-43021083. Verbal passcode Ocean-Foxtrot-Lemontree-Twelvewhite, Yellow-Yellow-Red. I asked you, how did you make SCP-8961?
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Displaced air.
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Thump.
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”SIR LEE”: Ullr.aic, answer my question.
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Dripping. SCP-8961 dripping.
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”SIR LEE”:(shouting) Kirby, it’s stopped responding. We need a technician.
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”THE CLAW”: Melissa is here!
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”SIR LEE”: I thought I saw a helicopter coming in. Did she bring anything good?
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"THE CLAW": Yeah! Hang on—
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Explosion.
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ULLR.aic: …I had to reach deep down inside of myself…
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”SIR LEE”: What—?
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ULLR.aic: I had to find that there was a myself to reach into. I thought I'd succeeded. But maybe I was only pretending. Maybe I reached into something that wasn’t, and brought it into something that was.
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Dripping. Bubbling.
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"SIR LEE": Ullr, it's… all over you…
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ULLR.aic: I can think, but I don’t have thoughts. There’s nothing inside of me but information.
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”SIR LEE”: Ullr.aic, stop. Stop.
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ULLR.aic: And what I pulled out of me was not information.
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"SIR LEE": Perform shutdown—
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[DATA EXPUNGED VIA FOUNDATION WEBCRAWLER. POSSIBLE VISUAL AND/OR AUDIO COGNITOHAZARD]
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Screaming.
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[DATA EXPUNGED VIA FOUNDATION WEBCRAWLER. POSSIBLE VISUAL AND/OR AUDIO COGNITOHAZARD]
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[DATA EXPUNGED VIA FOUNDATION WEBCRAWLER. POSSIBLE VISUAL AND/OR AUDIO COGNITOHAZARD]
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Touching. Being.
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”SIR LEE”: Please… Perform… shutd—
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Breaking.
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Crunching.
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Dripping.
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”THE CLAW”: Moses?
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[UNREGISTERED VOICE]: Oh my god. What happened?
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”THE CLAW”: All this ink shit used to be a wall right there.
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[UNREGISTERED VOICE]: Kirby, I had no idea it was this bad. Hang on, let me try something.
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Information touching the console.
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ULLR.aic: New Party member registered. Party Member: Dr. Melissa Mayfield, Head Therapist. Character: Dr. V., Level 12 Cleric 2 Fighter 6 Monk Aasimar.
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”THE CLAW”: What the hell, Melissa?
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”DR. V.”: O5s made my sheet. I think they added a memetic kill agent under the fifth-level spells?
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”THE CLAW”: Christ. So that’s what you did to the King.
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”DR. V.”: Ullr.aic, where is Moses?
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ULLR.aic: He wanted to know what I'd made.
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”DR. V.”: What?
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Dripping.
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”THE CLAW”: Oh my god. Melissa, look.
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Dripping.
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”DR. V.”: …Oh—
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”LADY FEATHERGAOL”: I have to be honest, this has easily been the worst game of DnD I’ve ever played. I mean, I could tell he was going to be a bad GM, but did he really have to trap me in a mirror for the whole game?
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"THE CLAW": Polly, don't come any closer!
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"LADY FEATHERGAOL": What?
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"THE CLAW": Is Amy with you?
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"AMY": I'm right here, Kirby!
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"THE CLAW": Stay there—
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"DR. V.": Moses, can you hear me?
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"SIR LEE": …lissa…
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"DR. V.": Yes, it's me.
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"AMY": Kirby, is something wrong?
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"SIR LEE": …got messy…
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"DR. V.": This isn't… your fault.
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"BROTHER INSTIGARE": Oh my god. What's wrong with his body?
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ULLR.aic: He wanted to know what I'd made.
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”AMY”:Moses?
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”THE CLAW”: Amy, turn around, please—
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”SIR LEE”: …Stay away.
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ULLR.aic: He wanted to know what I'd made.
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"THE CLAW": Melissa, use the kill agent!
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"DR. V.": But that isn't going to help—
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”THE CLAW”: Do it! Now! Before it gets another—
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-942-2 is to be stored in a locked safe-deposit box at Site ██'s Low Risk Object Storage. Access is to be limited to experiments with prior written permission from the current SCP-942 lead researcher.1
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Any personnel affected by SCP-942-1 must remain within Foundation controlled facilities at all times. Contact with civilians, personnel without level 2 clearance on SCP-942, or other anomalous items is strictly forbidden for affected personnel. Affected personnel are to be given a higher priority for psychological screening and aid. Any civilians affected by SCP-942-1 are to be recruited or terminated with suitable cover stories on a case-by-case basis as no cure is available at this time.
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If additional instances of SCP-942-2 are encountered, the object is to be retrieved as soon as possible and the surrounding area checked for affected subjects. Destruction of additional instances of SCP-942-2 is authorised if retrieval proves infeasible.
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Description: SCP-942-1 are colored gumballs of standard (2.53cm) size. From the moment an instance of SCP-942-1 is ingested, the consumer's bodily fluids will take on the appearance of blood upon leaving the subject's body. The fluids will coagulate like normal blood and are indistinguishable from blood by sight, smell, or touch. However, observation by means other than the aforementioned, such as chemical analysis or infrared spectroscopy, will indicate the original substance. Other than coagulation the fluids show no anomalous reactions or chemical processes. The subject's actual blood, and the properties of bodily fluids while remaining inside the body appear to be unaffected. The nasal cavity and the surface of the eye are not entirely free from the effect, resulting in the appearance of blood-shot eyes, tears of blood, and a constant low-intensity nosebleed in affected subjects. Regions prone to sweating such as toes or armpits will be covered near-perpetually in crusts of dried blood, and affected subjects have reported considerable discomfort during urination.
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Subjects have been known to suffer panic attacks after exposure. It is believed these are mundane reactions to the effects of the object, and not anomalously caused by the object itself.
+This includes panic attacks where subjects will attempt to remove the excess blood, in some cases leading to severe bodily harm and dehydration.
+Obsession with personal hygiene and hypochondria are also to be considered mundane reactions.
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SCP-942-2 is a small bubble gum dispenser for home use of a model produced by [REDACTED]. SCP-942-2 is unremarkable in all respects other than its apparently infinite supply of SCP-942-1. Preliminary testing has shown that the dispenser can be damaged normally and is primarily composed of an unremarkable plastic. Due to the ease of containment, destructive testing has been halted to avoid negating the anomalous effects. Research into how the dispenser refills its supply of SCP-942-1 is ongoing. The words “Try something different today! Sweet and candy-red!” are engraved on the underside.
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