Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1176 is to be kept within the sarcophagus it was recovered in, fully submerged in SCP-1176-1, in a secure, climate-controlled observation room at Site 73. SCP-1176 is not to be removed from SCP-1176-1 for any period of time longer than is necessary to conduct essential research or replace monitoring equipment, in no case exceeding six hours. SCP-1176 is to be monitored by EEG at all times when not fully submerged in SCP-1176-1 for any sudden changes in brain activity. Any unexpected changes in SCP-1176-1 production are to be noted. Excess SCP-1176-1 is to be drained from the sarcophagus using the attached faucet, once per day or as necessary to prevent overflow, and is to be destroyed or sent for testing immediately.
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SCP-1176-1 is to be transported and stored in vessels clearly indicating that it is not a food product and is inedible. SCP-1176-1 is not to be consumed by any incompatible person except for testing purposes. All requests to issue SCP-1176-1 as an emergency field ration are preemptively denied, regardless of individual compatibility, pending a full Ethics Committee review.
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Description: SCP-1176 is the mummified corpse of a human male, presumed to have been approximately 35 years of age at the time of death. Severe tissue degradation has made DNA examination of SCP-1176 impossible; based on contextual evidence, SCP-1176 is assumed to have been of Arabian ancestry and to have died in the 10th-11th century AD. SCP-1176 is clinically dead and does not display any indications of respiration, circulation, or metabolism. SCP-1176's brain, which is largely intact in spite of general tissue degradation, exhibits a constant level of electrical activity consistent with stage 3 non-rapid eye movement sleep ("deep sleep").
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In the place of all bodily fluids that would be found in a living human being, SCP-1176 contains a fluid of viscous consistency and golden color, designated SCP-1176-1. Testing of SCP-1176-1 has found it to be chemically identical to clover honey produced by the Anatolian honey bee (Apis mellifera anatoliaca). SCP-1176-1 is exuded from SCP-1176's pores at a variable rate depending on environmental conditions. When kept fully or mostly submerged, as it typically is when stored within its sarcophagus, rate of SCP-1176-1 production is approximately 0.2 liters per hour. When it is not submerged, production increases exponentially over time (see Incident 1176-1 log). The quantity of SCP-1176-1 contained within SCP-1176 itself has not been documented to increase or decrease at any time, regardless of the rate of production.
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SCP-1176-1 has been determined to be edible by human beings possessing an AB+ blood type, and possesses properties consistent with a highly concentrated nutritional supplement. A dose of SCP-1176-1 15 ml in volume contains approximately 2500 kcal and significant quantities of essential vitamins and nutrients, making it highly effective as an emergency ration or staple foodstuff. Tests conducted on D-Class personnel indicate that SCP-1176-1 consumption by compatible persons is effective in preventing physical sensations of hunger for 14-18 hours after consumption and bears no long-term side effects.
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Persons of a non-AB+ blood type, upon consuming any amount of SCP-1176-1 greater than 0.5 ml, begin exhibiting symptoms of a severe allergic reaction within four to ten hours of consumption. Acute hemolysis, followed by renal failure and death, has occurred in 98.7% of all tests where an incompatible person was fed SCP-1176-1. Symptoms of SCP-1176-1 consumption among incompatible test subjects are consistent with symptoms of persons given blood transfusions of a type incompatible with their body chemistry.
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At the time of its recovery, SCP-1176 was stored within a stone sarcophagus of late Hellenistic style. The lid, sides, and interior of the sarcophagus are inscribed with texts in late Egyptian hieroglyphics, largely consisting of ceremonial texts and spells regarding the protection of the person entombed within and hagiographic descriptions of various gods, and an extinct and thus far untranslated dialect of Proto-Arabic. In a large section at the foot of the coffin, the original inscriptions have been obliterated and replaced with two separate inscriptions in Classical Arabic (see addendum for translation). A hole has been drilled into the sarcophagus near one end, into which a copper pipe and a spigot has been fitted. It is hypothesized that the spigot was installed within the last 100 years by the persons previously in possession of SCP-1176 for the purpose of facilitating the removal of SCP-1176-1 from the sarcophagus. The sarcophagus itself possesses no anomalous properties.
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SCP-1176 was acquired by the Foundation in 1985, following a raid on a facility in Asmara, Eritrea (then Ethiopia) owned by the Manna Charitable Foundation. Foundation assets in the region had identified the facility as the source of shipments of honey which had been widely distributed to famine-stricken regions of Ethiopia, resulting in the deaths of approximately █████ civilians from symptoms resembling acute hemolysis. How the MCF came into possession of SCP-1176 has not been determined to date.
Abdallah ibn Salah ibn Ayyub ibn Nasir, fifteenth son of the great sheikh (illegible), was put to the fast of honey on the first of Rajab in the year of the Hijra 3(illegible),1 and died on the fifteenth of Ramadan. The great imam al-Yusuf has sealed him within the ancient vessel, marked with the signs decreed by the ancients, to ferment in honey for one hundred years and bring aid to the people in time of need.
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Text of second inscription:
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Beware, imam, for the mark of Iblis is upon this one!
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In the year of the Hijra 573,2 the imam al-Malik ordered this vessel opened, thereby to feed the people during time of great famine. Many jars were filled and delivered to the sheikh and his court, to the great imams of the mosques, and to the people. And in the following day, a great many people fell ill with a terrible fever, and none of them lived - but the sheikh, and his brothers, and his sons, who ate heartily of the cursed nectar, were all of them unharmed. Those who lived declared the sheikh and his family guilty of sorcery and (illegible). But when the people came to destroy the body taken from the vessel, they found it standing upright and dancing about, screaming and mocking them. Al-Malik has decreed that a foul djinn has been sent by the Shaitan himself to corrupt this instrument of healing, and has decreed that it be sealed within this vessel until the last day. May God strike down any who would break these seals.
Incident 1176-1: On ██/██/20██, an experiment was conducted to determine the upward limits of the rate at which SCP-1176-1 can be produced. SCP-1176 was removed from its sarcophagus and placed upon a grated surface designed to drain all SCP-1176-1 produced away rather than allowing it to accumulate. After increasing to a rate of 1.2 liters per hour after the first hour, the rate at which production accelerated continued to increase by approximately one liter per hour, reaching a production of approximately 55.7 liters per hour. After approximately 10.5 hours, a sudden spike in brain activity was detected and SCP-1176 became conscious. SCP-1176 opened its eyelids and began flailing wildly and attempting to engage in distressed vocalizations, and attempted to crawl towards one of the walls of the test chamber.
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Due to the atrophied state of its internal organs and musculature, it is speculated that SCP-1176 was unable to see or derive any meaningful sensory data from its environment during this period, and was unable to speak coherently due to the degradation of its tongue and palate. As the staff were concerned that SCP-1176's movements would damage itself, four junior research personnel were instructed to manually restrain SCP-1176 and sedate it. During the attempt, SCP-1176 jerked its left arm violently, resulting in its hand being severed at the wrist. After attempts to sedate SCP-1176 using gas and intramuscular injection were unsuccessful, research personnel were instructed to return SCP-1176 to its sarcophagus and set the lid in place. SCP-1176 was heard continuing to vocalize, and to strike the interior of the sarcophagus with its limbs and head, for approximately 3 hours, after which time it ceased activity and returned to its previous state.
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Subsequent examination has detected multiple bone fractures induced during SCP-1176's period of activity, as well as several previously unnoted fractures speculated to have been caused by an earlier such state. SCP-1176's severed hand has continued to exude SCP-1176-1 at rates commensurate with the rest of the specimen and is currently being contained separately for further research.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1410 is to be kept in its designated containment area within Site-30. SCP-1410 is to be moved between the four chambers of the containment area as dictated by the color of its perspirations and the interpretation of the supervising researcher in order to minimize the creation of instances of SCP-1410-1:
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- Chamber 1410-A (Yellow): chamber 1410-A was converted from Site-30’s secondary auditorium. SCP-1410 is to be kept on a pedestal in the center of chamber-1410-A if displaying claustrophobic tendencies. If displaying agoraphobic tendencies, SCP-1410 is to be kept in a metal container at the base of the pedestal.
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- Chamber 1410-B (Red): chamber 1410-B is a steel vault. When SCP-1410 is kept in chamber 1410-B, an armed guard is to be stationed inside the chamber in order to create a reassuring environment for SCP-1410.
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- Chamber 1410-C (Blue): chamber 1410-C is a standard humanoid containment cell, converted to a nursery. Chamber 1410-C is to be painted in soft, muted colors and include toys meant for young children, preferably plush animals. SCP-1410 is to be placed in a crib in the left corner of the chamber, and two personnel involved in the containment of SCP-1410 are to be stationed with it. Said personnel are not to be armed.
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- Chamber 1410-D (Green): chamber 1410-D is a standard humanoid containment cell, converted to a mock infirmary. Chamber 1410-D is to be painted white, and contain assorted medical equipment (said equipment does not need to be genuine). SCP-1410 is to be kept on a patient’s bed in the middle of the chamber, and one personnel involved in the containment of SCP-1410 is to be stationed with it at all times, dressed in scrubs. SCP-1410 is to be wiped with disinfectant every hour while in chamber 1410-D.
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Description: SCP-1410 is a water-smoothed stone, resembling the type found in cave complexes in the █████ mountains. SCP-1410 appears to possess a limited degree of sapience, which is connected to the chromatic perspirations it emits at regular intervals or upon contact with instances of SCP-1410-1. SCP-1410-1 comprises a number of optical illusions created by SCP-1410, whose exact nature is contingent on the same perspirations. SCP-1410 does not seem to be aware that it is the source of SCP-1410-1, and will react negatively to them, increasing its rate of perspiration and thus the creation of additional instances of SCP-1410-1 the longer it is in contact with them. Regardless of subtype, instances of SCP-1410-1 will only acknowledge the existence of SCP-1410, and will entirely ignore all else.
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Physical contact with SCP-1410 enables a one-sided communication with it, though it is mostly limited to SCP-1410 broadcasting vague phrases and emotions at whoever touches it. The subtypes of perspiration and the instances of SCP-1410-1 connected to them are as follows:
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Yellow Subtype: when emitting this perspiration, SCP-1410 will broadcast phrases and emotions connected with claustrophobia, agoraphobia, and guilt, often alternating between the former two every few hours. Yellow instances of SCP-1410-1 appear as young adults of both sexes, dressed in clothes indicating a high socioeconomic background and artistic tendencies, and suffering from wounds afflicted by makeshift weapons. Yellow instances of SCP-1410-1 will attempt to surround SCP-1410 and attack it, though due to their incorporeal nature those attacks are ineffective. Yellow perspiration will decrease if SCP-1410’s claustrophobia or agoraphobia is dissuaded.
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Example of phrasing used during Yellow Subtype: “I was trapped. They were there with me, but they couldn't understand, they weren't like me, not at all. Blind to the voices, to the dark, to the stifling air and the walls always closing down, always growing closer. To the Ichor always calling me to create beauty from them. I had to do it, had to make them beautiful, for her. How quickly did she grow bored with me and left me for what was left of them. They will never stop, closing on me like the walls I painted with them.”
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Red Subtype: when emitting this perspiration, SCP-1410 will broadcast phrases and emotions connected with paranoia and anger. Red instances of SCP-1410-1 appear as tall, black-suited humanoids, possessing four eyes, elongated noses, and no ears. Red instances of SCP-1410-1 will attempt to observe SCP-1410 from a distance, often appearing several hundred meters from SCP-1410. Red perspiration will decrease if SCP-1410 is made to feel safe from being observed or approached by instances of SCP-1410-1.
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Example of phrasing used during Red Subtype: “It was all their fault! All we did was have some fun at their expense, attempted to bring some creativity to their drab, hollow world. If they hadn't chased us, I never would have left, never would have entered those caves, never would have heard the Ichor’s voice, never would have… but they just keep looking at me, even after they ruined me. They just won’t go away!”
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Blue Subtype: when emitting this perspiration, SCP-1410 will broadcast phrases and emotions connected with depression and loneliness. Blue instances of SCP-1410-1 appear as pairs, always comprised of one young adult female and one male toddler. Instances of SCP-1410-1 will pointedly ignore SCP-1410. Blue perspiration will decrease if SCP-1410 is exposed to comforting imagery, particularly related to early childhood.
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Example of phrasing used during Blue Subtype: “Anny, Harry… I’m so sorry. Would you at least look at me? Just once? I promise I won’t do the same to you, I know better now. She tricked me, used me, she- nothing I can say can make this better, can it? It’s too late. I’m alone now.”
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Green Subtype: when emitting this perspiration, SCP-1410 will broadcast phrases and emotions connected to pain, disgust, and dread. Green instances of SCP-1410-1 appear as various crude works of art, seemingly created using parts of the human body, with bones, hair, teeth and nails being the most prevalent. Green instances of SCP-1410-1 will furnish the room SCP-1410 currently occupies. Green perspiration will decrease if SCP-1410 believes it is exposed to medical care and disinfectant in particular.
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Example of phrasing used during Green Subtype: “Here it is, the culmination of my life’s work. How could I have ever believed that they were beautiful? That she was? She made me shape the rest into these… playthings of hers, and when she was done with them, she made me into one. I used to be different, but I can’t remember what I was anymore. Her oily film covers me, and all I can see is her. I just want to be whole again. To be clean again.”
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SCP-1410 was found embedded in the outer wall of Site-30 during a routine security check, surrounded by Yellow instances of SCP-1410-1. SCP-1410 was removed from the wall and taken inside Site-30. Current containment procedures were established after repeated contact with SCP-1410.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1514-1A is contained at Secure Bunker-███. SCP-1514-1B's status is to be monitored at all times, and any fluctuation of its homeostatic state beyond standard deviations is to be reported immediately. SCP-1514-1A's components are not to be tampered with, and any action beyond routine inspection of the device is to be met with immediate termination. Exactly 1 Level 2 or higher personnel with an appropriate engineering background is to inspect these components once every 20 minutes to ensure their continued function. Should said personnel breach protocol, the batrachotoxin collar equipped to them must be remotely activated. No personnel are permitted to enter SCP-1514-1A's containment chamber outside of scheduled or emergency inspections.
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While SCP-1514-2 largely isolate themselves from public awareness, Foundation agents within all major astronomical associations are to detect and disguise any instance of their discovery.
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Should the signal being transmitted by SCP-1514-1A cease, whether by the destruction of SCP-1514-1A itself or otherwise, Procedure-083-Onager must be implemented. Failure to do so is likely to result in an XK-Class End-of-the-World Scenario.
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Description: SCP-1514 is a nuclear deterrent system developed by ███████████ in association with the United States government in 1983. Its development and deployment was disguised by the publicly announced Strategic Defense Initiative (SDI), disparagingly known as "Star Wars", which was put forth by then-President Ronald Reagan during the same year. Officially, SCP-1514 is known as SDI-██ System "Xye", and numerous components of it were developed by legitimate SDI research and development groups (namely Project Excalibur-██). Known records indicate that the system was functional from 198█ to 198█, at which point the artifact's malfunctions and subsequent investigation by the Unusual Incidents Unit (UIU), Federal Bureau of Investigation brought SCP-1514 to the Foundation's attention.
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SCP-1514-1A is a 1.5m x 0.9m x 0.6m device comprised mainly of steel. Various instruments along its exterior display the homeostatic state of an entity (SCP-1514-1B) currently residing inside the device. SCP-1514-1A is powered by an unknown internal source, and contains what is believed to be a sophisticated life-support system utilizing an unidentified dark red liquid. Due to the inherent risks of tampering with the device (see below), details regarding SCP-1514-1B and the life-support system are unclear or speculative. The remaining instruments belong to an interface system designed to input and receive data from SCP-1514-1B.
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Information on SCP-1514-2 is limited and has thus far only been provided by documentation received from the UIU, [REDACTED], and [REDACTED] (see DOCUMENT-SCP-1514-RM4 for details). However, it is confirmed that SCP-1514-2 are a series of ██ satellites currently in orbit around Earth. Superficially they resemble the [REDACTED] satellite, with what is believed to be an array of 12 tactical X-ray laser (xaser) devices attached to the anterior side. The solar panels visible on SCP-1514-2 instances are reported to be fake, as the satellites' propulsion and weapon systems are powered by an alternative, anomalous source. Design specifications indicate the xaser system was originally to be utilized for disabling Intercontinental Ballistic Missiles (ICBMs), though targeting algorithms do exist for ground-based targets.
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SCP-1514-1A generates an anomalous radio transmission once every hour, broadcasting to the nearest SCP-1514-2 instance. This transmission cannot be deterred or disrupted through any known method, including Faraday cage structures. According to documentation provided by [REDACTED], failure to receive this signal for a period lasting longer than 36 hours constitutes the immediate and autonomous implementation of the Coronet Contingency, causing all SCP-1514-2 instances to fire upon their preset land-based targets. Due to the scope of the Coronet Contingency, which was engineered by ███████████ and is far more extensive than was intended by the US government, this event has been deemed a probable XK-Class End-of-the-World Scenario.
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Information from [REDACTED] has indicated that several components of SCP-1514 were developed by ███████████ through CIA Project M██████ between 196█ and 196█, though it is unknown what the original purpose of these components were (see DOCUMENT-SCP-1514-RM27 for details).
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SCP-1514-1A's interface is currently unresponsive to input, rendering all manual offensive and defensive capabilities of SCP-1514-2 defunct. This malfunction also prevents deactivation of the Coronet Contingency: this danger was the impetus for [REDACTED] contacting the Foundation and the subsequent Foundation custody of the artifact. While SCP-1514-1A is unresponsive to input, it has been observed to generate text messages via the control panel monitor:
Special Containment Procedures: Item SCP-173 is to be kept in a locked container at all times. When personnel must enter SCP-173's container, no fewer than 3 may enter at any time and the door is to be relocked behind them. At all times, two persons must maintain direct eye contact with SCP-173 until all personnel have vacated and relocked the container.
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Description: Moved to Site-19 1993. Origin is as of yet unknown. It is constructed from concrete and rebar with traces of Krylon brand spray paint. SCP-173 is animate and extremely hostile. The object cannot move while within a direct line of sight. Line of sight must not be broken at any time with SCP-173. Personnel assigned to enter container are instructed to alert one another before blinking. Object is reported to attack by snapping the neck at the base of the skull, or by strangulation. In the event of an attack, personnel are to observe Class 4 hazardous object containment procedures.
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Personnel report sounds of scraping stone originating from within the container when no one is present inside. This is considered normal, and any change in this behaviour should be reported to the acting HMCL supervisor on duty.
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The reddish brown substance on the floor is a combination of feces and blood. Origin of these materials is unknown. The enclosure must be cleaned on a bi-weekly basis.
Special Containment Procedures: Due to the nature of SCP-1995, the location where it was discovered has been converted to Armed Research Site-1995 located at coordinates ██º ██' █.██"N ██º ██' ██.██"E. The entrance of the mine is at approximately 1000m above sea level, while the object itself is around 800m above sea level. The location of ARS-1995 is restricted on a need-to-know basis. The object is currently housed in a chamber measuring approximately 10m x 10m x 15m consisting of natural granitic formation reinforced with hardened concrete around the majority of the chamber, with a 4m x 2m airlock on the easternmost side. The airlock leads to a 2.5m hallway which is to be kept at a near-vacuum unless personnel and/or equipment are being transported to the main chamber. Personnel entering the chamber must be equipped with Level A hazmat equipment. In the event of an emergency, additional Level A hazmat equipment is stored in Storage Area 1995-2, adjacent to the main containment chamber. SCP-1995 is monitored by an array of sensors which detect the exact time of an event, energy released during an event, and exact temperature to thousandths of a Kelvin. The total energy released during an event and the exact time of an event are to be recorded and noted in Ledger 1995-1. Deviations in time between events or energy released during an event are to be reported to the Level 3 researcher on-site immediately. These are defined as greater than 12 24 milliseconds and greater than 38 joules respectively.
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Description: SCP-1995 is a tablet that appears to be made of granite measuring approximately 25 cm x 15 cm x 5 cm. The tablet is non-anomalous in appearance, displaying a word in Pashto which translates to "trapped""feed" "escape" (see Addendum 1995-1). The temperature of the tablet is constant at 282.67 K, and is not affected by changes in ambient temperature.
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SCP-1995 nullifies kinetic energy. Due to this effect, the tablet cannot be destroyed, and objects that collide with the item will remain undamaged. The object's secondary effect is that contact with the item precipitates a massive drop in surface temperature; exposed human flesh will within seconds develop frostbite consistent with prolonged exposure. At the conclusion of each 'dormant' cycle, SCP-1995 enters an 'active' phase lasting 1.37 seconds, during which time it releases all energy it has absorbed during the preceding 'dormant' cycle. Of note is the fact that the energy is not released uniformly; rather, it seems to match the pattern of energy input during the 'dormant' cycle. Due to the constant kinetic energy applied through conduction of thermal energy via the air and ground and gravity, and the short length of events, an event will always release a fairly large amount of ionizing radiation.
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SCP-1995 was discovered in southern ███████████ by a mining expedition searching for gold deposits. The mining expedition unearthed the object, and was killed by an event before it could contact authorities. However, due to the massive release of radiation not absorbed by the granite surrounding the item, it was detected on sensors owned by the ██████ ██████ ████ designed to detect nuclear weapon discharge in ████ or ████████. A liaison in the ██████ ██████ ████ contacted the Foundation. The death of the mining expedition was published as caused by a ███████ raid, while the radiation anomaly was described as a software malfunction.
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Addendum 1995-1:
+Following Event-1995-L-3, the writing on the object had changed from "trapped" to a word which translates to "feed". Active testing with the object has ceased, however at the request of Dr. ████████, data from the events will still be recorded, including time of the event and energy released at the event.
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Addendum 1995-2:
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Following Event-1995-V-5, the writing on the object had changed from "feed" to a word which translates to "escape". Furthermore, the linear decrease in 'dormancy' periods per excess joule doubled, from 12 to 24 milliseconds. Despite efforts to reduce the amount of kinetic energy SCP-1995 nullifies, there is still sufficient energy being absorbed through ambient heat in the chamber. Research is now focusing on methods to reduce the ambient heat in the chamber drastically.
Sample #037: A 29 week old SCP-2195-1 (in formaldehyde solution)
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Item #: SCP-2195
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Object Class: Safe
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Special Containment Procedures: Biological samples that are part of SCP-2195 are to be either preserved in formaldehyde solution, dried and stored in a vacuum container, or frozen, according to the method they were preserved with at the moment of discovery. Biological samples preserved through plastic infusion or stored in a solid synthetic resin block, as well as non-biological samples do not require any special containment procedures. Three low-level security vaults in Site 7 are designated for SCP-2195 storage.
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Non-deactivated late-term SCP-2195-1 samples are to be handled by trained personnel as per standard Foundation guidelines for handling bulk primary explosive substances.
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Research has shown that explosive materials contained within SCP-2195-1 degrade over time, therefore they are granted a storage period of 20 years and are to be incinerated afterwards.
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Documents acquired as part of SCP-2195 are to be digitalized and uploaded into the SCP-2195 documentation database; original documents are archived.
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Access to SCP-2195 documentation is restricted to personnel of 2-2195 clearance or higher.
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Description: SCP-2195 is a collective designation for documental and material evidence, specifically collected by unidentified individuals, that is related to a large-scale government project which involves mass reproduction of SCP-2195-1 for military purposes, specifically targeting the drawbacks of said project. SCP-2195 includes biological samples preserved through various methods, demonstration and test articles, prototypes, and a variety of documents. The sum of documentation recovered was enough to fill 19 (nineteen) shipping containers at the moment of discovery.
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Analysis of said evidence has shown that the project took place in political, historical and socio-cultural circumstances inconsistent with known reality, which suggests extradimensional or otherwise anomalous origin.
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Although no fully formed SCP-2195-1 were discovered within SCP-2195, recovered materials provide enough information to give a complete description of their appearance. SCP-2195-1 are living, genetically altered human infants of indeterminate sex (SCP-2195-1 allosomes are identical, and contain genetic information from both X and Y chromosomes).
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SCP-2195-1 body structure is radically different from that of normal infants; SCP-2195-1 are presumed to have the shape of an ellipsoid roughly 60 cm long and 50 cm in circumference, and mass of 9 to 9.5 kg. The physiology of tissues covering the front and back ends is identical to that of somewhat calloused human skin; the rest of the skin is sphacelated, metamorphised, parchment-like and fused with the underlying bone (no muscles and/or fat tissues are present). Ribs grow away from the whole length of the spine (55 to 56 pairs of ribs in total); the ribs are flattened and fused along their whole length, which creates a solid bone capsule with the pelvis and the skull fused immovably to its respective ends.
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The skull is small, streamlined forwards and has radial symmetry. The only orifice facing outside is a large eye socket on the front end of the body, which contains an anatomically normal eye with a transparent protective membrane. No auditory apparatus is present, but the inner ear vestibular system is extremely developed.
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The pelvic section also has radial symmetry and serves as an attachment point for four identical limbs facing upwards and downwards diagonally. These limbs are around 10 centimeters long and contain a single pointed bone, which is connected to the pelvis by a ball-and-socket joint, resembling the human hip joint or shoulder joint. Their freedom of movement is severely restricted by the joint's position within the body, as well as rigid tendons; nonetheless they are fitted with powerful muscles intended to turn the limb around its axis. An orifice with a sphincter is located between these limbs, which leads to a small dead-end cavity with richly innervated walls.
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Inner organs are mostly either rudimentary or missing, which makes SCP-2195-1's life expectancy to be 10 to 15 minutes, unless sustained by an external life support system. Apart from the aforementioned sensory organs, central nervous system and muscles, only the circulatory system is developed, which includes major vessels, the heart and an organ that resembles a radically altered spleen; said organ has thick, myoglobin-rich walls that can accumulate a certain amount of oxygen and release it into the blood, and filters carbon dioxide out of the blood. There is also a small cluster of electrocytes, which is connected via nerves to the cardiac conducting system.
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Aside from the front and back ends, the majority of SCP-2195-1 body is occupied by tissue that structurally resembles liver tissue with extreme adipose degeneration (vacuoles amount for 97% of its volume and even more than that in mass); instead of fat, the vacuoles contain a complex organic substance that has pronounced explosive properties.
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Its exact parameters cannot be determined due to the irregularity of the remaining biological components' amount within tissues, as well as due to the the substance's own nature (supposedly, a mix of several compounds with similar properties in varying proportions). Approximate properties can be described as such:
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Density: 1.8-1.9 g/cm3
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Specific energy of explosion: 9.2 MJ/kg
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Explosive strength (measured by Trauzl test): 670 cm3
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Brisance (measured by Kast test): 8 mm
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Detonation velocity: 8300-8500 m/s
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Sensitivity: 70% explosions with a 10 kg weight dropped from a height of 25 cm.
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Amount of tissue in an instance of SCP-2195-1: 7.5 to 8 kg, explosive yield up to 25 kg of TNT equivalent.
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According to the documents, SCP-2195-1 have a gestation time of 40 weeks which is normal to humans. They were also naturally born, but subject to the following operative treatment immediately after birth:
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catheterization of 2 major vessels for connection to life support system;
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installation of a metal clamp along the spine which acts as a band for a suspension mount;
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mounting of reinforced plastic fins on the limbs;
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fitting the front end with a transparent nose cone.
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After that SCP-2195-1 were subject to three-week training in a wind tunnel fitted with elastic suspension systems and an image projector to display various battlefield scenes as seen from above. For that purpose, a device for electrical nerve stimulation was inserted into the orifice at the rear end of SCP-2195-1; the higher the achieved targeting precision, the greater the stimulation. The SCP-2195-1 specimens were thus trained to develop visual recognition skills for various targets, and trained to control their flight using limb-mounted aerofoil planes. During the training, the electric organ, which functions as a detonator, was to be temporarily disabled by means of paralytic agent injections.
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Following the training SCP-2195-1 was to be tattooed with an emblem of the target it was trained for, put into a state of suspended animation and packed into a shipping container for later use as a homing high explosive bomb.
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The documentation found as part of SCP-2195 is mostly typewritten in a language having minute differences with modern French, although the origin of names and toponyms mentioned within seems to be more English. No similarities with modern geography were found. The name of the state is never mentioned; instead, «Notre Patrie» («Our Fatherland») is listed even in official office, position and department names, which is often abbreviated to NP (e.g., «Président de NP»).
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According to the information contained within, the state waged a long and slaughterous offensive war on another state's territory, which was not popular among its populace. State propaganda efforts were not sufficient to subdue the growing pacifist movement which was especially strong among the soldiers' mothers. The arms industry was also on the verge of decline. The documented project was proposed in order to solve both problems, and was meant to implant embryos of SCP-2195-1 into all fertile women under the guise of various mandatory medical procedures. The surge of "living bombs" born afterwards was announced as a natural event, a manifestation of mass consciousness, the will of the people, and an evidence of charitability1 of the military intervention taking place. Another important factor was the mother's blood relationship which required a mother to unconditionally support her child's "voluntary effort", which in turn demanded her to abolish any pacifist beliefs and/or made her an indirect participant of the bombings, with personal responsibility forced on her later on.
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Note: this shows drastic differences of ethical norms between our society and the one described. It is hard to imagine that measures like these would have any effect in any state we know, yet SCP-2195 documents describe them as extremely effective yet highly immoral, although only in the sense that both the higher will and the blood relationship were falsified, therefore the highest values were fraudulently exploited.
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However, various events that took place during the project's development, should they have become public, would have brought sharp discredit on it, due to both their negative nature, and the fact that the nature and sheer amount of these events contradicted the idea of higher force's mercy and justice, therefore making the "higher will" explanation unviable.
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First and foremost, SCP-2195 contains evidence of numerous complicating disorders during pregnancy and birth:
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Various fetal pathologies and deformities, miscarriages, cases of stillbirth. Preserved samples included.
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Numerous cases of ectopic pregnancy. Several postmortem specimens and a variety of medical records are available. Vast majority of these cases resulted in the mother's death or loss of fertility, which was grounds for euthanasia.
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Birth trauma and cases of mothers' deaths at birth due to the fetus' size and rigid structure. Medical records available.
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Acute, often life-threatening toxicoses caused by metabolic byproducts during explosive substance formation inside fetus. Several in-depth research papers, histological samples and body fluid samples available.
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Anemia, dangerous exhaustion of the mother's body due to the fetus' accelerated growth. An essay of observations concerning this issue is available.
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Multifetal gestation which almost inevitably caused pathologies. Cases of SCP-2195-1 conjoined twins. A range of medical records available. The majority of such pregnancies were aborted due to critical situations; preserved fetus samples available.
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Hyperplasia, fermental chorionic hyperactivity, or detrimental chorion deformation leading to formation of multiple large synechiated folds. Hyperactivity, abnormal growth or improper position of the resulting placenta caused destruction of uterine walls, mouth of the womb, or fallopian tubes. Preserved samples, extensive studies and medical records available. Numerous descriptions of deaths due to internal bleeding and cases of euthanasia due to loss of fertility after operative treatment are also available.
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Spontaneous fetus detonations on latter stages of pregnancy. Investigation reports, autopsy protocols, and an archive of media reports are available. Collateral damage and fatalities are described, with the cause presented by propaganda as "immoral conduct that is disgracing motherhood". No details of said conduct were provided, although the manner this description is used in suggests that it is a common euphemism for some specific deeds.
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Another class of materials regards the project's social consequences. It is composed mostly of the following media archives:
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Cases of pregnant women committing suicide. The reason was most often declared as strong pacifistic beliefs. A shot to the belly was specifically popular, which often caused SCP-2195-1 to detonate. A series of suicides was committed in public for demonstration purposes, some cases were essentially acts of terrorism in popular places, which led to fatalities. One such act was committed in a maternity welfare center which caused a chain reaction and large-scale destruction.
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Several attempts of fertile women to dodge medical supervision, have an independent birth and nurture SCP-2195-1 on their own, always futile due to the latter's inviability.
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An incident with a high-ranking government official, who was also part of the project, attempting to make compromising information related to the project public during a speech. The speech was interrupted, and the official in question arrested, declared incurably mentally ill, and subsequently euthanized.
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Note: it should be noted that no cases of an illegal abortion were described.
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A third class of documents is composed of scientific and design documents related to the project's development and implementation. These materials' level of classification is related to three basic facts: the need to conceal SCP-2195-1 true origins in order to support the propaganda, contradiction with conventional ethics and the current law that makes cloning, genetic engineering and similar activities illegal, as well as to the wide use of SCP-2195-1 samples for tests and experiments. A large part of these documents is encrypted, their contents are currently unknown. The materials available for study include:
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Prototypes and early samples of SCP-2195-1.
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Presentation materials prepared for acceptance inspection hearings, instructional materials and demonstration samples, visual aids, and mock-ups. Both artificial products and real SCP-2195-1 samples preserved through plastic infusion or stored in synthetic resin blocks.
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Modified SCP-2195-1 prototypes and related documents for a project aiming to make homing artillery shells by converting SCP-2195-1. The attempt failed, no instances of SCP-2195-1 that could withstand the acceleration at the moment of the shot could be created.
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Prototypes and documentation for another attempt to modify SCP-2195-1. They were supposed to be fitted with a rocket engine and used as homing missiles. Tests were successful, but the modification was declared unpractical for economic reasons, as cheap SCP-2195-1 were to be fitted with factory-made components.
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Government decree to recall and collect or destroy all compromising evidence. The document mentions some event that aggravated the situation around the project and compromised its secrecy; this could have been the aforementioned public speech. It is assumed that the whole of SCP-2195 was composed as fulfillment of said decree.
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An index of all collected materials. Only codes are listed instead of titles for encrypted documents, along with a reference to the document with these codes' breakdown (also encrypted).
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During my time in the Foundation's employ I've seen worse, but I'd still like to believe that there never was a place where things like these are made on a national scale, and this object is only a miscarriage of some alternate history branch or a material manifestation of some perverted fantasy. I hope to never know the true state of things. — Dr. ██████
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Addendum 1: Discovery
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SCP-2195, contained in 19 standard shipping containers was initially discovered on ██.██.2009 by Federal Security Service of Russia operatives during an inspection as part of checking investigative information on weapons smuggling. The Foundation took over and investigated the cargo's origins. Its movements could be traced up to 1995; it was found that since 1995 the cargo was constantly moving across Russia by railroad and sea in a loop route. The transfers were paid for from an account established by an unidentified person in 1993 or earlier; no further information could be gathered due to loss of related documents.
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Investigations about the cargo escaping any inspections or searches, save for weight checks, is underway. According to weight checks information, the cargo remained untampered during the whole period; undamaged seals on container doors confirm that. This still does not explain how the cryonic tanks for storing biological samples were discovered 60% or more full despite requiring a coolant refill once every 6 months.
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Several hypotheses were proposed to explain this fact and the object's origin as a whole, but at the moment, there is a lack of evidence for any of them.
After several attempts Dr. ██████'s research group successfully recreated a specimen of SCP-2195-1 using genetic material from SCP-2195 and D-39207 as a surrogate mother. Despite several complications and the need for a cesarean section delivery, the specimen was fully formed and quite healthy, save for some minute anatomical deviations.
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A series of tests and experiments was conducted, culminating in a successful bombing of a target in the firing range, which completely confirmed the information contained within SCP-2195.
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However, the test committee pointed out the immense financial and labor costs to reproduce the sample and its life support system, as well as the sample being generally effective but having no outstanding features, SCP-2195-1 was declared having no practical value to the Foundation.
Special Containment Procedures: Due to the memetic nature of SCP-2456, as well as the high number of suspected infected individuals, complete containment of SCP-2456 is not physically possible with current Foundation technology. Foundation Research is currently developing thematic methods of neutralizing all SCP-2456 instances in the wild. Access to any manuscripts documenting past SCP-2456-α instances is limited to Level 3+ personnel currently involved in Project Montagu.
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While active alpha instances are rare in the wild, SCP-2456 is categorized as a Class III memetic hazard, and is considered a high priority. WebCrawler GH739U (“Lorem Ipsum”) is set to scan for any keywords related to SCP-2456-1 on various social media sites, cult databases, and domains. Once identified, alpha instances are to be retrieved by suitable field agents and brought to Site-33. α-instances under research must be kept in a Class III MKHC1. Testing with D-Class is limited to Level 3 personnel. All testing with active SCP-2456 instances has been halted. Testing is limited to the α-state of SCP-2456, and must be under the oversight of Level 4 personnel. Under no circumstances should two active α-instances ever be introduced to one another. In the case of a breach, Site-33 is to initiate lockdown procedures, and Class-III memetic kill agents will be dispensed throughout the facility (See Incident 2456-C for more details)
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If SCP-2456 reaches epidemic levels2, the use of Protocol MOBAB in its final or prototype form is pre-approved. Mobile Task Force ψ-10 (“Salt Sowers”) is assigned to handle cleanup of the aftermath, in addition to managing total suppression of media.
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Description: SCP-2456 is believed to be a memetic parasite that is present in an estimated 0.7% of the human population. SCP-2456 lays dormant in a majority of the affected, and is not contagious in its initial form. Possible signs of SCP-2456 infection include:
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• An affinity towards astrology, astronomy, and/or various pseudosciences
+• An increased proficiency in speaking foreign dialects, particularly those in the Balto-Slavic and Afro-Asiatic regions.
+• Prolonged episodes of acute psychosis and paranoia
+• OCD and a high attention span for geometrical shapes, patterns, and sequences of five.
+• Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID)
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SCP-2456 will leave its dormant state once several stress triggers have been activated, and the subject will then undergo an α–event. The subject will fall into a period of advanced REM sleep, lasting up to three to four days. After awaking, α-instances will claim to have had a series of vivid, cryptic dreams. These consist of visions of past prophets from assorted theologies being executed by a saber or sword, and celestial bodies “dancing” in the sky. The SCP-2456 strain as found in α-instances can be eliminated with the use of Class-D amnestics during this time.
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Following the α-event, the subject relapses back into a six-day to six-year dormancy, followed by their β-state. During this state, the α-instance will begin preaching SCP-2456-1, an abstract theology that is the only known transmissible form of SCP-2456. Subjects infected in this way are referred to as β-instances. Infection rates are high in observed subjects, with a ~70% success rate at a ~4% falloff. Knowledge of SCP-2456-1, and of its core components, is not contagious; infection requires direct auditory contact with an α-instance or β-instance, and the victim must have strong pre-existing religious beliefs beforehand.
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SCP-2456-1 is always monotheistic in nature, and can be characterized by several distinguishable qualities:
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+• The number five will appear frequently in written doctrine.
+• Godhead figures are synonymous with the sun, and are believed to bring about a future apocalypse.
+• Mentions of a nonexistent “Gzymmtprhic Sea” uncommonly appear in scripture. Foundation Research is currently searching for a correlation with SCP-████.
+• Many references to celestial objects, based on existing astronomical knowledge at the time.
+• The appearance of hands and regular quadrilaterals in religious icons and symbols.
+• Religious symbols of the sun have some limited form of mathematical significance.
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SCP-2456-1 has a weak reality-warping effect that varies with every iteration, and in its initial state, is virtually harmless. With every new β-instance created, this effect grows exponentially in radius and strength. SCP-2456-1 also incites violence and aggression, commonly leading to self-mutilation and war-like behavior among the infected. β-instances actively seek out the uninfected, and will either spread SCP-2456 infection, or attempt to murder them.
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Dormant SCP-2456-α instances are immune to infection by SCP-2456-1, and may aggressively react if exposed. However, exposure to SCP-2456-1 causes stress in the subject, and will increase the chances of SCP-2456 activation. If two active α-instances ever come into contact, then [DATA EXPUNGED] (Please see Incident 2456-C).
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No SCP-2456-α instance has been successful in infecting more than 5% of the existing human population. Current Foundation simulations indicate a CK-Class End of the World scenario if SCP-2456 infection rates ever exceed 7%, with the contagion becoming virulent to the point where treatment becomes impossible. In addition to this, SCP-2456-1's reality-warping effect is likely to fracture the integrity of space-time at those levels — if infection rates exceed 96%, SCP-2456-1 is predicted to [DATA EXPUNGED].
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Discovery: SCP-2456 was first discovered by an unscheduled raid on a Serpent's Hand base in Eugene, Oregon. On 06/10/2016, MTF Tau-9 "Bookworms" was charged with the acquisition of a copy of SCP-████, which was believed to have been stowed in an abandoned industrial warehouse. Serpent's Hand members were discovered inside upon break-and-entry, and a firefight ensued. Foundation casualties totaled 11. After recovery of SCP-████ and other related anomalous artifacts, a wooden crate was found next to a furnace with the lettering "FIFTHCYCLEOFTHEMIND" stamped onto its side. The cache was discovered to contain numerous Fifthist texts, including an extra copy of SCP-████, and a weathered note which read:
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George, this is our latest catch; please burn these as soon as you can at you're (sic) discretion. Don't let the idiots find this. —L.S.
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At the bottom of the stockpile, several aged manuscripts were uncovered that detailed past SCP-2456-1 instances, and alarmed Foundation historians about a possible unidentified SCP.
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Below is a list of past SCP-2456-1 instances. As of now, there are six known variations of SCP-2456-1. However, research has shown potential evidence of an additional █ more. Descriptions may be added or changed as new information is uncovered.
+A recent server breach completely unrelated to 2456 somehow corrupted the files. I've done did about everything to fix it, but if anyone notices the system still acting up, please give me a call. You know the number. —Eric
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Name: God Worshipping Society
+SCP-2456-α: Hong Xiuquan
+Rownt Scale: 5
+Complementary Theology: Confucianism/ Catholicism
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Due to political instability, in addition to Xiuquan's weak state of body and mind, SCP-2456 was activated in early 1837. Xiuquan experienced vivid hallucinations based on his past knowledge of Confucianism and interactions with Christian evangelicals. During his β state, Xiuquan went into a waxing period of approximately 6 years, after which SCP-2456-1A was created. The local Hakka population was the first to experience infection, but rising tensions with the government led to the creation of the Taiping army, which became the major factor for widespread SCP-2456 contamination.
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Although not armed with sophisticated weaponry, the Taiping army completely devastated the Chinese landscape; during its 14 year lifespan, it had marched through every province of China3. The Taiping Heavenly Kingdom of Peace only further increased virability, but weakened as SCP-2456 infection rates slowed down.
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One of the more prevalent properties of SCP-2456-1A was its ability to cause full nuclear transmutation of biological organisms. Accounts related to SCP-2456-1A show that β-instances would often involuntarily transform themselves into piles of geological matter. When researching the areas as described in these accounts, Foundation geologists found traces of human feces and saliva in pockets of igneous rock, and hominid DNA "bonded" to sediment.
Although Akhenaten of Amarna was the leader of SCP-2456-1B, evidence shows that SCP-2456-1B originated from a scribe or mentor that was particularly close to the pharaoh. Akhenaten was a very aggressive β-instance, using his power as head of state to condemn worship of all Egyptian deities. Temples dedicated to Aten were generally peaceful. Foundation archaeological evidence shows that instruments dedicated to self-mutilation, removal of the heart, and [DATA EXPUNGED] were present in several major temples.
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Severe temporal and spatial shifts were common during the lifespan of SCP-2456-1B. One scribe's account indicates that the days were occasionally stretched out, and celestial bodies did not behave as they had once used to. At one point, the midday sun did not set for five days, causing a drought along the bank of the Nile, and sparking a peasant's riot near one of Aten's temples. Additional Egyptian astronomical charts show constellations, nebula and star systems that are nonexistent, or are depicted in incorrect placements. Further, a planet translated to "Nbu"4 appears commonly in astronomical accounts, and was described as being half the size of Venus, but would "pulse" with light in five-second intervals.
Little is known about the origins of SCP-2456-1C, but its enormous impact on the Aztecs is evident. The Aztec deity Tonatiuh5 is most likely an aspect of SCP-2456-1C that had infiltrated Aztec culture and society. The retrieval of Aztec texts from the Serpent's Hand (See Discovery) provides evidence for this theory. Sacrifices of the heart to Tonatiuh were very common, and may have even started solely because of SCP-2456. If this is the case, casualties linked to SCP-2456-1C could easily number around 56,███,███.
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Although not a complete version of SCP-2456-1C, the worship of Tonatiuh still caused a mild reality-warping effect throughout the empire. Anomalous reports include accounts of the sun and moon being eclipsed by unknown celestial objects, lasting for weeks on end. Rarely, cadavers from past sacrifices would reanimate, and attack civilians in an aggressive behavior, immobilizing them and reaching into their throats to pull out their [DATA EXPUNGED]. Coastal regions of the Aztec empire suffered greatly from a periodical "glowing red poison" that killed off fish in the sea, caused tissue necrosis in humans, and formed large blood clots in the lungs. This is likely the result from bioluminescent dinoflagellates, which is unusual given the areas of occurrence, and the symptoms of infection.
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Note: A codex describing Tonatiuh in detail seems to indicate SCP-2456-1C originated from the Epi-Olmecs. A research party has been sent to Veracruz to uncover the genesis of SCP-2456-1C. Scheduled time of return: 17/05/2017
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Name: Cult of the Supreme Being
+SCP-2456-α: Augustin Bon Joseph de Robespierre (See Document-2456/A)
+Rownt Scale: 1
+Complementary Theology: Cult of Reason/ Catholicism
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Due to the small longevity of SCP-2456-1D, not much can be said about its traits, as it had not experienced widespread virability. Although it did not garner enough followers to cause intense reality-warping effects, some anomalous characteristics were still prevalent.
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Since the French Revolution was underway, it is impossible to estimate all casualties linked to SCP-2456. However, Jacobin letters and diary entries show that Maximilien Robespierre had become more "animalistic" and "ruthless" in his executions, as well as implementing a large daily quota. Incorporeal manifestations were visible in the Parisian streets, as well as sudden dimensional shifts in various salons and smoking parlours around the city.
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A manuscript detailing the α-instance can be found in Document-2456/A.
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The following excerpts are taken from texts recovered by the Serpent's Hand. They have been translated from their native scripts into the English vernacular, in addition to being analyzed and deemed safe from any potential cognitohazards. A full transcript can be obtained by contacting the Department of Anomalous Texts.
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From Wisdoms of the Heavenly King, c. 1861:
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…And so the Prophet stood on the edge of the heavens, and looked down to the poor and weary below. And the great Prophet saddened inside, for men and women groveled in the filth and ash of great mountains, and so he spoke. And His children wept; for they understood, standing so terribly close to the stars…
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…He followed the smoke until the smoke had turned into steam, then mist, then vapor; He met the man from the West, who lived in the South, to further his knowledge of the great Dream. He studied for five months, and on the fifth day of the fifth month, the great Prophet understood…
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…The man from the West, who lived in the South, left with haste, and refused to assist the great Prophet's mission. The Prophet was angered, but understood. The man simply needed time to itself, and formulate his own opinion and vision…
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…And so the Great Prophet led the people of cinders from the ashes, and they waged war when attacked. The armies of the Usurper attacked at the dawn of the new year, but the sun was on our side, and we prevailed. They lost, and ran, but the ones that were left behind faced the Prophet, and they understood. And on the Fifth day, they turned into ebony tar, black sand, and white salt.
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Think five irrational thoughts a day.
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+A student approaches his master, and asks, "We are born, we develop, and we toil until our deaths. Is this not our fate?" The wise master replied, "Our world withers away five pieces at a time, but the stars will always die in threes." The brash student, naïve as he was, called his brave master a fool.
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+Repay all debts due before a departure.
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+Two men look up at a star- filled sky. One asks to the other, “Will we forever be bound to the celestial bodies?” The other replies “They have never been there, but you can make it so.”
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Five spokes of a broken star
+Five elements that forever spar
+Five senses to evoke the mind
+Five pieces slowly unwind.
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+A Black Moon, howling, is a vision unworthy of one's sight.
Thou claimest the world for its own, according to thy desire
+But's given the heart to its sole son
+The King who lives by Maat, the Lord of the Two Lands,
+Neferkheprure, Sole-one-of-Re, Champion of the Western Nile.
+And the humble Scribe, my appreciable mentor,
+The messenger of thy glory, rises alongside you unforgotten.
+The stars and the Earth command to thy wishes.
+Thou alone art their lifetime, a candle in the dark
+Thou rises with them, and thou shalt die with them as well.
+In thine cycles through the sky, thou sendest visions from the heavens
+A distant mirage, light fires in the water
+Thou lives in the deepest drenches of the Great [Gzymmtprhic?] Sea
+Thou didst perish amongst the harlots; in the Fifth day of the solstice,
+And the Fifth Year of the Summer Harvest, thou didst suffered.
+But no matter the cause, no matter the Threat,
+Thou shalt live on to indulge the next world with thy divine antipathy!
+So says the black moon of the Winter months.
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Entries taken from the diary of Augustin Bon Joseph de Robespierre, 11 November 1793 – 27 July 1794:
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21 Brumaire II,
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La Fête de la Raison has been an unimaginable success! The Jacobins parade in the streets, throwing flowers in the air, children sing and laugh! The era of change has begun, but alas! The age of tyranny has not yet ended. The Frenchmen pride in their progressiveness, but it is too soon to celebrate.
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29 Brumaire II,
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My dear brother, Maximilien, has voiced his concern about the Cult of Reason. I received an epistle from him while I was in my parlor, requesting my sole presence in the ███████7 salon during the twilight hours. I found him in the corner, reading a paper in a booth, and he met my gaze with leering eyes. He raged on end about the vileness of the feast, the hypocrisy of the officials that organized it. I sat on the opposite side, pipe in hand, and stared at him bemusingly. My brother is a visionary, but at times like these his thoughts simply consume him. Give him time, and he will understand there's nothing to fear of change.
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23 Frimaire II,
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I dreamt a most peculiar dream last night. But unlike the rest, it has invaded my reveries, a vivid thought that eats up my very mind. Ce n'était qu'un [unintelligible]?
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30 Frimaire II,
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I see the dream more clearly now. A belligerent ruler that defies all odds and expectations. It will reconquer the world, using France as its figurehead. The pope, slain. The king, dead. The world, subservient. All for the glory to the One True King. People celebrating both the Science, and the Spirits of the world. A King must always exist in society. My brother must reason with me; I must share the wonders of this illuminating message!
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13 Nivôse II,
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I have received a letter back from my brother. In it was nothing more than a crude sketch of a ship, sailing on the Sea, far away into nothingness. I worry for him sometimes. I shall send for a carriage tomorrow, and take myself to his home. I only wished to share the dream, but it seems to have become a new obsession.
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14 Nivôse II,
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I knocked at his door, but no answer came in return. It seemed almost as if no one had lived there for some time. I paranoically began to believe that my brother had vanished alongside my good friend Sebastien, who I could no longer find ever since I shared my dream with him. However, I continued my racket, until the door slowly creaked open, the terrified expression of my brother peered out behind chains. He relaxed upon realization that it was just my sole company, and hastily ushered me inside.
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He poured me a cold cup of tea, and began to bash me with questions about the dream. I told him everything, even the thoughts of culthood that wretched my very mind. He grew visibly excited with every new sentence, and began to write notes in a small sketchbook of his. I share his joy, change is always good for the heart, but I fear for his health. His hands are like those I've seen in medical journals, of the dead and dying.
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I have returned to his tenancy, but nobody was home. The neighbor says that he saw my brother leaving his abode in the early hours, but Robespierre's destination could not determined. I asked if he thought my brother looked ill with any malady, but was astonished to hear the antithetical. Most curious.
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18 Floréal II,
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Le culte de l'Être suprême has been formally announced! The members of the council grumble with suspicion, but give it time, and time we need, and our numbers will surely amass!
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I have begun seeing it. Our power grows. And the Nightmare swells.
+The other day, I was sitting on a bench reading a book of poetry, and a man approached me. He asked me for a Louis d'or, like some tramp that infests the streets. But he said that he needed a coin to pay the ferryman, otherwise he wouldn't be able to cross the stream. He held out his hat, and I put in, but the man said nothing in return. How rude! But the headless can't speak after all. And so he went on his merry way, the sun reflecting his patches of bones, and disappeared after passing the trunk of an oak tree.
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The day after, I entered the local salon, but a crisp cloud of smoke and water enveloped the air. I had accidentally stumbled upon a smoking room, but not any normal smoking room. The Duke of Drrkwyd sat on his sequin throne! I fearfully trembled and bowed down in the presence of the gracious earl, and kissed his left foot, and he graciously patted my head with one of his bulbous hands. The other held a long opium pipe, the third: a scimitar, but alas! The last two were chained. The five heads scowled in scorn as they fought their shackles, and he roared like that of a wonderful beast. A monster worth sacrifice, a lion worth giving one's flesh. Let him feast, —like wonderful maggots they grow on my skin!
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The streets run pink with blood and agony. I can hear their screams even after their heads topple in the basket. So much blood, so much blood! Blood, and Blood, and Blood. They erupt from the corpses like geysers and daggers in the dead of the night. It's not enough to satiate a growing hunger. My brother, he doesn't understand. He slogs through the Nightmare, hoping to enter the Paradise. Empty promises from an empty lord. But he is our lord, nonetheless.
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+Forgive me, dear brother. In these past few days, the entire world has been afflicted with la démence. I am as guilty as you are, but you should have not deserved such a demeaning fate. I gave you those inbred thoughts; the dark whispers that consume me have taken ahold of you. You’ve lost something in your eyes, brother; it has been replaced with a bright and poisonous light —like that of a distant star. Now, not even your death will win you your freedom. Punish me, oh King! Let me suffer for those who have suffered!
On 21/12/2016, during a scheduled comb of Foundation servers, a firewall sounded an alarm in response to an unidentifiable audio file sent to Researcher Samuel T███. No Foundation credentials could be found, but the file was traced to a cubicle that had been vacant for six years.8 Unusually, the hardware had been short-circuited and badly corroded, with traces of pyruvic acid, sea brine and burnt heart tissue found in the CPU.
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Although the terminal was not damaged beyond repair, the file was one of few items deemed salvageable, as the rest became corrupted from the damages. Attempts to restore the full audio file have failed. A transcript of the recovered portion can be found below.
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orked with the Foundation for 20 years now; I’ve seen men bleed out because of a song dedicated to a goddamn mountain. I’ve heard of a skip that forces its victims to suture their mouths shut. And I’ve tested countless D-class on books that break their bodies, their minds, and whisk their existence away into a land of fiction and fantasy. But now it’s me that’s dying, if you could call it that. In truth, my soul is slowly burning away, and I’m fucking terrified.
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I don’t know how much of what I’m about to say is true. Simon probably had the best understanding of this thing out of all of us. Simon, now that’s a name I haven’t heard of in a long time, but it doesn’t really matter. He’s gone now, and no one seems to care.
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+It was just me, Simon, Charlie, and [AUDIO CORRUPTED]. We were assigned to SCP-2456 ever since it was first identified. Our mission was simple: to catalog all past occurrences of SCP-2456-1. This wasn't the first time I dealt with memetics, nor was it the first time I dealt with a Keter class, but this task seemed simpler than my previous ones. Testing with D-Class numbs you down after the first couple of weeks, but you never really get used to it. I was actually almost relieved once I got transferred.
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[AUDIO CORRUPTED] was the first one to go. One minute, I was having my lunch with him. The next he’s on the floor, screaming about visions of the sea, and the archons of a trloplic world. They dragged him to the infirmary, but not before he managed to stab a guard’s leg with a dinner fork. I asked to see him after an hour had passed. Imagine just how surprised I felt when they told me that no patients had been admitted in the past four hours.
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This skip is relatively new. We just don't fully understand all of it, and it seems we only have a fraction of the information. And that's where the danger lies. To simply put it, there’s a third state of SCP-2456 that’s gone unrecorded —A “gamma state”, if you will. Picture a DNA molecule, how does it create proteins? I know, ask any lab boy that question around here, and they’ll scoff and treat you as if you’re some kind of half-wit. Well, not to bore anyone with the specifics, but basic protein synthesis requires two major steps. The first one, transcription, has RNA polymerase building RNA molecules that detail instructions. DNA translation, in its most basic definition, is the RNA molecule being read. And that creates the product –tRNA first brings methionine, and the chain ends with either “amber” or “ochre” or “opal”. Congratulations, you’ve just made the primary structure of a protein.
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SCP-2456-2 is an incredibly potent anti-meme, capable of causing dramatic and localized dimensional shifts. It’s very delicate —very fragile—, and requires careful preparation. A beta instance is the indirect vector for SCP-2456-2 infection. Whenever a beta instance writes information about SCP-2456-1, a gamma instance is created. If a subject reads the gamma instances, there is a possibility that SCP-2456-2 will enter the subject. The subject will slowly vanish from existence, and all records and knowledge of the subject will disappear alongside it. However, this process is incredibly flawed. Sometimes a corpse is all that remains, sometimes just a name. And, from personal accounts, SCP-2456-2 is capable of causing vivid hallucinations and depositing false memories in the subject. Simon kept telling me stories about his life while he succumbed to this thing, and they always seemed to change.
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+We didn’t know this at first. Charlie told me that it was probably a “phantom alphabet” causing us to become ghosts. I told Charlie to shut up. I honestly don’t know what stupid fuck hired that man. Simon though, he was the brighter one. He had a theory that SCP-2456 has more to it than meets the eye. He went missing three days ago. We were in the same room. I just turn around for one second, and he’s gone. Only his favorite coffee cup —the one that’s always by his side, where Snoopy’s wearing that goofy-looking christmas hat? — lay half-empty on the floor.
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Why didn’t the whole fucking world collapse back in ’05? The entire U.S. population had practically read that damn monstrosity. Personally, I’m not too sure. I think that something went wrong. I think the Fifth Church doesn’t fully understand SCP-2456, and so SCP-1425 failed to become a stable version of SCP-2456-2. Gamma instances can’t create beta instances. SCP-2456 just becomes too weak at that level of infection. Instead of beta instances, SCP-1425 created alpha instances. But even then, I think that it did work at some level. What was that woman’s name? The talk show host –I only just realized that she never reappeared.
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The Foundation doesn’t have a full understanding of this particular skip. The problem is, it’s not a parasite. SCP-2456 is the Dream.
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A slumbering King rests dead in the water. Fractured into five pieces, he shuffles through an eternal nightmare; an usurper has claimed his throne. But he is not fully unconscious. The Fifth King has set his sights onto this world, and will burn the earth with an undying flame, just to punish the traitors that locked him away. His anger is one that is unbridled. And so, he shares the Dream. They were chosen for a specific reason. They were his champions, destined to share the world with his glory. Destined to bathe the world in the blood of his interlopers and remind everyone of their true master. Even the strongest hunger, and sometimes they just gotta take a little bite. Sacrifice by blood is what it desires. Sacrifice by souls is what it requires.
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I feel it happening to me too. Even as I write. They whisper to me [unintelligible]. I dream terrible, terrible things. Sometimes of the number five, sometimes of the number six. Rarely of the number four. I feel them too, writhing in my skin, and—Oh, possible cognitohazard as well? That explains many things. Of a little lambent liar lurking in a lonely sea. Of special stars signaling songs ever so carefully. And men that mine may find [unintelligible], if they dig a little too hard. Have you ever wondered what the phrase "A A"9 means? No, stop it. I’m digging a little too hard aren’t I? But just wonder –how far down does the rabbit hole go? As deep as a tower door, bringing me to a land of hedonism and fun? Or as deep as a great lake, whose sorry inhabitants float in the water and stare into the fiery abyss of the great sun?
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My time is almost up. And just remember, remember, remember. Why do you think we never knew? The Foundation is old, but the world is older. Most likely, we've had some help. A group as old as the Fifth King, trying to put an end to his nightmare. I wouldn’t even be surprised if the Serpent’s Hand was partially involved in keeping his forces at bay. After all, we did find those gamma instances at their HQ. But now they are in the hands of the Foundation, and they will never be destroyed.
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I can hear the Fields of Asphodel calling my name. The air is suddenly getting thicker –I can already smell that sweet sea breeze. Follow the smoke that sits on the water. Listen to the fog horns calling for their dead companions, the sea foam crashing against the tide. I am not ready, for I am not worthy.
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This was Senior Researcher John Richards, signing off. And one last thing before I step into the water.
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Once history is forgotten, it is of course doomed to repeat itself. And the sixth cycle will forever more echo.
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Note: Foundation records of the persons listed in the transcript, in addition to one “John
+Richards” are nonexistent. However, these men may be related to sudden unexplained disappearances of Foundation officials. A Foundation audit is currently underway. – O5-3
Special Containment Procedures: A digital copy of SCP-2496 is available on Site 81's mainframe to personnel with Clearance 3/2496. Testing protocols for SCP-2496 are currently being updated.
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Description: SCP-2496 is a test composed of sixty English-language multiple-choice questions on the topic of neuroscience, roughly appropriate for university students in an introductory course. On its own, each question is mundane, if unconventionally worded; SCP-2496's anomalous properties only occur when all questions are presented together. The order of the questions is irrelevant.
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Regardless of aptitude or other obstructions, any human who attempts to complete SCP-2496 will correctly answer a number of questions equal to exactly half of the time (measured in minutes and rounded to the nearest minute) taken to complete the test, with two hours being sufficient for a perfect score. For example, a person who spends forty minutes on SCP-2496 will answer twenty questions correctly, without exception. Spending more than 120 minutes on the test results in a score of 60. Highly improbable events, unusual behavior, and direct violation of the laws of physics have been noted during testing. See attached testing logs for additional information.
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Excerpts from Testing Log 2496-A
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Subject: D-7278. The subject took an introductory neuroscience course in university three years prior to this test, receiving a final grade of 55%.
+Parameters: D-7278 was instructed to complete SCP-2496 to the best of her ability.
+Results: D-7278 completed the test in 108 minutes. 54 questions out of 60 were answered correctly. 54 points were awarded.
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Subject: D-7278.
+Parameters: D-7278 was given the correct answers to SCP-2496 and instructed to transcribe them in under twenty minutes.
+Results: D-7278's pencil broke after answering the fifth question. Repeated attempts to sharpen the pencil only resulted in further fracturing, from which D-7278 received several splinters. A pen given to D-7278 experienced similar damage when used, spilling ink over the provided answer sheet and rendering most of it illegible. D-7278 then experienced an unprecedented allergic reaction to the pen's ink while handling the answer sheet. The subject expired precisely ten minutes after beginning the test, in spite of prompt medical attention. Five points were awarded.
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Subject: D-4360. The subject possesses limited fluency in English and only cursory familiarity with neuroscience.
+Parameters: D-4360 was given five minutes to answer as much of SCP-2496 as possible by circling the letter associated with the correct response, and threatened with punishment for incorrect answers.
+Results: The subject was able to answer four questions, with two correct and one incorrect. Different observers have disagreed on whether 'B' (the correct answer) or 'C' (an incorrect answer) was given for question 2; thus, subject was given a final score of 2.5 out of 60. Digital image analysis and chemical tests of the paper have returned contradictory results on which was circled. D-4360 claims to have circled 'D'.
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Subject: D-4688. The subject has no formal education in any sciences.
+Parameters: SCP-2496 was administered to D-4688 orally with a five minute time limit.
+Results: The first five answers given were unremarkable, with D-4688 answering two correctly, apparently by chance. After the sixth question was asked, D-4688's vocal tract spontaneously duplicated, resulting in two mouths side by side. D-4688 vocalized through both vocal tracts simultaneously, giving both an incorrect answer and the correct answer. Repeated interrogation has failed to identify a manner in which D-4688 could clarify which answer they intended, as each new method attempted resulted in additional anatomical modifications. D-4688 has been retained for study. 2.5 points were awarded.
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Subject: D-6918. The subject is somewhat proficient with a bow and arrow.
+Parameters: D-6918 was instructed to answer SCP-2496 by shooting arrows at appropriately labeled targets at Site-81's recreational area. In each case, the correct answer was fully obstructed by a large pillar, although their location was obvious. Subject was given two hours for this attempt.
+Results: The subject used the bow and arrow to answer all questions correctly. In thirty-seven cases, the arrow was shot through the pillar, despite the arrow lacking the momentum to do so. In nineteen cases, arrows were deflected off of objects in the recreational area to hit the targets, demonstrating behavior inconsistent with their construction. In the remaining four cases, gusts of wind changed the course of an arrow mid-flight, directing it around the pillar and allowing it to hit the correct target. Notably, Site-81's recreational area is indoors. Full points were awarded.
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Subject: D-6918.
+Parameters: D-6918 was instructed to answer SCP-2496 by placing ten-kilogram weights with appropriate labels at designated spots in the testing chamber. The subject was given SCP-2496 for two minutes initially before it was taken away for one hour, fifty-seven minutes, and fifty-five seconds. D-6918 was instructed to finish SCP-2496 in the remaining five seconds under threat of termination.
+Results: D-6918 completed one problem in the first two minutes, expressing doubt that she would be able to complete SCP-2496. When SCP-2496 was returned, the subject moved at an estimated 24 meters per second while moving and placing the weights to correspond to her answers before the time limit. D-6918 experienced severe fatigue, dehydration, several torn ligaments in the limbs, a broken collarbone, and two dislocated shoulders. All answers were found to be correct, and full points were awarded.
Special Containment Procedures: All cases involving the manifestation of previously uncatalogued species in a specific area are to be investigated for possibly originating from SCP-2532.
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In the event that an uncontained SCP-2532 instance is discovered, it is to be removed from its public location(s) through the use of Protocol CASSANDRA. Any civilians who have been confirmed to have activated SCP-2532 or observed SCP-2532-A are to be administered E-Class amnestics. Collected instances of SCP-2532 are to be filed at Site-63.
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In the event that an SCP-2532-A population is discovered, the full population is to be secured and isolated. Following this, members of the population are to be euthanized until the population is able to both sustain itself and be realistically contained at Site-104. Each population is to be provided with an environment and diet which simulate its natural conditions.1
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Investigation into SCP-2532's origin is ongoing.
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Description: SCP-2532 designates a set of related "help wanted" advertisements. In addition to a brief description of the job, the advertisement will list benefits and requirements for the job, as well as a phone number. In all recorded cases, all listed phone numbers are valid, and will produce no anomalous effects when called by someone who has not read the phone number on an SCP-2532 instance.
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If a subject dials a phone number that they have read on an SCP-2532 instance within twenty four hours of reading it, they will be greeted by a human voice claiming to represent various organizations, such as "Terran Employment Agency" "Biosphere Enhancement Society" and the "Coexistential Work Program"2. If the subject inquires about either the advertisement or the employment opportunity described, the voice will ask the subject to hold, followed by a period of silence lasting approximately one minute. The voice will then apologize and inform the subject that "that opening has already been filled." The voice will then ask the subject if they would like to be informed about future employment opportunities as they become available. Whether or not the subject responds in the affirmative does not seem to have any influence over future effects.
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Within thirteen hours of the completion of the phone call, a population of previously undiscovered organisms (SCP-2532-A)3 will manifest at an area near4 to where the call was made and where the "job" conditions described by the SCP-2532 instance exist. The SCP-2532-A population will proceed to integrate with the local ecosystem in the area, filling previously unfilled ecological niches. To date, all SCP-2532-A populations have been well-adapted to survive their respective environments and ecosystems.
Current Job Opening: Clearing of dead plant matter from deciduous forests.
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You get to work closely with the environment around you.
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All dietary needs and housing are covered by employer.
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Very little workplace hostility.
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For more information, please contact (███)-███-████.
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Addendum 2:Abridged list of SCP-2532 and SCP-2532-A variations.
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SCP-2532-1
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Feeding birds.
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Small, flightless insects which are eaten by avians in urban environments. Fully mature female instances will hold several fertilized eggs in her own body before placing themselves in locations where they are likely to be eaten. Eggs are highly durable and often survive through the avian's digestive track, hatching large distances from their parent's original location.
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Taking care of pets.
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Species of large, marsupialoid felines. Instances will invade urban areas and abduct domesticated members of Felis Catus. Instances will then adopt abducted cats, and will treat them as if they were infants or juveniles. Eventually, abducted cats are fully integrated into the social group, with some interbreeding existing. Instances subsist mostly on a diet of rodents, avians, and small canines.
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SCP-2532-28
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Clearing of dead plant matter from forest.
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A species of hexapedal reptilians, measuring an average of approximately 2.2 meters in length. Reptiles seem to be herbivorous decomposers, ingesting large amounts of dead plant matter which has fallen to the forest floor, followed by digging burrows and hibernating in them while ingested plant matter decomposes. Instances have no known predators or prey.
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SCP-2532-59 Since reclassified SCP-████
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Monitoring of radioactive fluctuations in plants to ensure worker safety.
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Placing flowers at graves.
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A species of non-toxic fungus. Instances are red in coloration with vaguely floral structured caps. Instances have shown a particular affinity for growing in cemeteries, presumably because of high volumes of decomposing matter.
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Pest control.
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Disembodied jaw structures which resemble enlarged versions of those found in Carcharodon Megalodon. Instances are capable of unaided propulsion through the air. Passage through the front of the jaws leads to a digestive tract, presumed to exist in extradimensional space. Instances prey primarily on Larus Canus.
SCP-2649, coated in SCP-2649-A to defend against a perceived threat
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Item #: SCP-2649
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2649 must be contained within a standard animal containment chamber, and is to be provided with at least four ounces of raw meat, of any type, per day. This feeding schedule must be randomized weekly in order to minimize chances of an attempted escape by SCP-2649. Any containment chamber housing SCP-2649 must be lined entirely with ceramic tile or some other ceramic surface. Any personnel interacting with SCP-2649 are to wear boots that have been equipped with ceramic soles.
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Description: SCP-2649 resembles a white teapot with four pairs of mobile arachnoid legs attached at its base. The mechanism by which these legs are capable of movement is unknown, as the entity appears to be composed entirely of ceramic.
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The "spout" produces a highly viscous black liquid, hereafter referred to as SCP-2649-A. The entity has been observed bending over to "pour" this fluid on the ground around it, and it is capable of reabsorbing the substance as needed. Any such pool of SCP-2649-A functions as a portal - any object crossing the surface is transported to a pocket dimension in which organic matter deteriorates over time. Objects larger than the surface of an SCP-2649-A pool are not affected. No objects transported in this manner have been recovered, but radio transmissions can be received, suggesting that the portal functions in both directions.
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Because SCP-2649 has been observed moving any provided food into a layer of this liquid, it is believed that the pocket dimension accessed via SCP-2649-A serves as the entity's means of digestion. SCP-2649 itself cannot be transported by this fluid, and has even been known to coat itself with it as a means of defense - transporting any projectiles and small threats that make contact. Experimentation suggests that this resistance is linked not to the identity of SCP-2649, but to its material; experimentation confirms that objects composed of ceramics will not pass through a layer of SCP-2649-A.
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Addendum 1: SCP-2649-A Exploration Log
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Objective: Collect data regarding the SCP-2649 pocket dimension.
+Procedure: A 500g mass of raw beef is lowered into a sample of SCP-2649-A, followed by a camera that can be accessed remotely.
+Results: The camera view displays a dark expanse, with no walls or boundaries visible. Several inanimate objects are adrift, as gravity appears to be absent. All of these objects are composed of metallic or mineral substances - none are organic - and they range in size from coins and tooth fillings to metal chairs and a single six-foot I-beam. No light sources exist other than that mounted to the camera. The beef sample is visible ahead - it exhibits a greenish discoloration, and small particles are separating themselves from the surface and subsequently disappearing. After roughly fifteen minutes of this accelerated decay, the sample has vanished completely.
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Addendum 2: SCP-2649 Incident Log
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02/17/15: SCP-2649 begins waiting near the door to the containment chamber as feeding time approaches, potentially with the aim of breaching containment. Investigation into possible learning behavior on the part of the entity is currently underway.
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03/24/15: SCP-2649 has taken to depositing a layer of SCP-2649-A beneath the location its food is usually placed. At this point it is accepted that SCP-2649 exhibits learning behavior, and containment procedures have been modified to include a randomized feeding schedule.
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04/10/15: SCP-2649 appears to have discovered that its containment cell is composed of cinder blocks that can be transported by SCP-2649-A. The entity had managed to remove four of them by the time the attempted breach was noticed, and SCP-2649 was transferred to a new containment chamber, lined with ceramic tile.
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06/01/15: One member of D-Class personnel assigned to SCP-2649 entered the entity's containment chamber for routine feeding, and immediately fell through the surface of a pool of SCP-2649-A that had been left at the entrance. In the brief span of time in which the chamber door remained open, SCP-2649 was able to breach containment, but was recaptured quickly and with no further casualties. Containment procedures have been revised to include ceramic soles on employed footwear, in order to prevent future incidents of this type.
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Some site staff have expressed concerns that this was a deliberate attack on the part of SCP-2649, and research is pending regarding whether or not the entity is intelligent enough to coordinate a strategy in this way.
Special Containment Procedures: As of this time, SCP-2664 has been reclassified as Neutralized. Investigation into the Global Occult Coalition asset "Gaius Prime" is ongoing.
SCP-2664 is contained at its initial point of discovery, in the GRU Division "P" Psionics Research Facility (SCP-2664-A) in the Verkhoyansk Range, Siberia. The area within a 10 km radius of the facility (designated as the 'hot zone') is off-limits to all non-expendable assets. The area outside the hot zone within a 50 kilometer radius of the facility (designated as the 'yellow zone') has been cordoned off to the public under the guise of a munitions test facility.
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A camp has been established five kilometers outside the yellow zone to house on-site expendable, medical, and security personnel. Once every week, two healthy, physically fit expendable assets that have undergone Reconditioning Program Zeta-Umbrage are to be fed five orichalcum supplement capsules and given standard cold-weather equipment, video cameras, vitals monitors, and snowmobiles; they are then to be deployed into the yellow zone with instructions to reach SCP-2664 and report on its condition.
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If either asset dies of a traumatic brain injury within the yellow zone that cannot have been caused by environmental factors, SCP-2664 is to be immediately reclassified as Uncontained, Protocol 148-Zeta is to be immediately put into effect, and Overwatch Command is to be alerted of an impending YK-Class End-of-World Scenario. Other excursions to the facility are forbidden without the express authorization of at least two members of Overwatch Command.
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The Foundation has negotiated with world governments to ensure that all global satellite imaging of SCP-2664-A be doctored or destroyed.
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Description: SCP-2664 is a psionic eigenweapon developed by GRU Division "P", the anomalous investigation branch of the Soviet Union, from 1950 to 1961 under the name "Project Redline". Per the orders of then-General Secretary Joseph Stalin, SCP-2664 was intended to act as a psychic deterrent that would immediately brainwash the global populace into following the tenets of Soviet socialism. However, GRU Division "P" secretly designed SCP-2664 to mitigate and remove human tendencies towards violence.
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Physically, SCP-2664 consisted of three Ukrainian triplets suffering from cephalothoracopagus1. In this case, each of SCP-2664's heads faced a separate direction, while their bodies joined at the navel. They possessed three arms total and six legs. The extent of their internal conjoinment remains unknown.
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Psionically, SCP-2664 is a single gestalt entity with three mental subdivisions—a control division, effector division, and receptor division—pertaining to its physical selves, enabling it to perceive and interact with its environment. SCP-2664 is capable of self-levitation and long-range manipulation of objects that weigh up to 100 kilograms; however, its psionic capabilities are primarily for affecting other sentient and sapient beings around it.
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Unshielded sentient organisms that come within 100 meters3 kilometers 5 kilometers of SCP-2664 will be subjected to severely altered brain chemistry and tissue mutation, particularly in the thalamus, prefrontal cortex, amygdala, hippocampus, and septum. Sapient beings undergo a dramatic shift in personality, experiencing a 90% decrease in secretion of norepinephrine and other hormones linked to aggression and a general depression of the sympathetic nervous system; this induces an aversion to witnessing and engaging in violence, a severely diminished acute stress response, and a strongly negative reaction towards all forms of weaponry. Nonsapient beings such as mice suffer rapid-onset spongiform encephalitis and toxic sulphate buildup, dying within minutes.
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Mentally, SCP-2664 is thought to possess the equivalent intelligence and disposition of a six-to-ten year old child. Its mental state has likely been adversely affected by the conditioning and training program to which it was subjected by GRU-Division "P"2.
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SCP-2664-A is the former GRU Division "P" Psionics Research Facility, where SCP-2664 was created. Until its transformation into an anomaly during Exploratory Mission Alpha, the Facility was designed and built in such a way as to diminish the strength of all psionic transmissions within the structure by 99.5 percent. To this end, it incorporated materials such as electrum into the insulation and its layout was designed to maximize reflection and dissipation of psionic transmissions within the structure.
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Addendum 2664.1: The majority of the Foundation's knowledge of SCP-2664 comes from a former GRU Division "P" researcher, designated "Iceman", who led numerous research and development projects for the Division, including the development of SCP-2664. On 25 December 1962, Iceman defected to the Foundation through an attaché in the British Embassy in West Berlin, carrying several thousand classified Division documents and records on ultrafiche encompassing ███ different projects and initiatives, including SCP-2664. The Soviet government officially denied knowledge of the existence of both the project and the facility during the clandestine Paraweapon Cessation Treaties of 1963. As a result, the Foundation implicitly assumed custody of both SCP-2664 and the facility.
Questioner: Please state your name and previous occupation for the record.
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Iceman: My name is [REDACTED]. I was a project manager in the Psychotronics Division of the Main Intelligence Directorate.
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Questioner: What was the aim of Project Redline?
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Iceman: Officially, Redline was an initiative commissioned by Stalin in 1950 to create an ultra-powerful psychic weapon: one that could mentally convert people to follow the tenets of Marxism-Leninism doctrine. Internally, however…
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Questioner: Internally?
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Iceman: Almost all the members of Psychotronics Division, myself included, were veterans of the Second Great War. More than twenty million Soviets died in that war - friends, siblings, lovers. Not a soul in Psychotronics, not even the chain of command, was eager to build another weapon so soon. Indeed, we dreamed of freeing mankind from the necessity to make and use weapons at all. Thus, while Redline was officially a weapon for converting people into proper Soviet socialists, we secretly designed it to convert people into pacifists. Everything was done under the utmost secrecy, of course… if the KGB had had even an inkling of the truth, then every member of Psychotronics and anyone whom they had even spoken to would have been shot or dragged off to a gulag.
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Questioner: Summarize the process of creating Redline in a manner understandable to laymen.
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Iceman: The process was… complex. We had to distill more than twenty years of psionics research and theory into a workable engineering problem. The basic theory was that the psionic capabilities of humans were limited by their bodies - thus, a child might have a thousand times more potential psionic energy than an adult, but only be able to practically output a tenth as much due to their underdeveloped body. We hypothesized that by subjecting a capable mind to massive psychological trauma and then inducing brain death, this mind, its associated consciousness, and all of its psionic potential would disassociate from the body at the moment of death. We could then lock that mind into a controllable avatar.
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Questioner: How did you carry out the actual process?
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Iceman: We initially tested and then refined the process on political prisoners. Once we were confident with our methodology, we began to look for children - more malleable and easily trained. We struck gold in 1960: that May, the KGB brought in a set of conjoined triplets. These children were horribly deformed and yet immensely capable - we determined that it was almost entirely their psionic abilities keeping them alive. We spent another year assessing and measuring the triplets' psionic capabilities, and once we were ready to proceed… over the course of forty-eight hours, we treated them with massive dosages of LSD, forced them to watch specially-made propaganda, and electrocuted them to death. The triplets' consciousnesses disassociated and we were able to capture them with [REDACTED]. I want to be clear - I am not proud of this. I did it because I believed that their sacrifice would change the world for the better.
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Questioner: How exactly did you control and operate Redline?
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Questioner: Was Redline tested? How was it tested?
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Iceman: Five times. The first four times, we brought it in front of increasingly larger groups of incarcerated violent criminals, activated it, and then asked them to attack people whom we claimed had had them incarcerated to begin with. The fourth time, we brought Redline in front of the entire population of the Norillag gulag. Fifty thousand of the most vicious criminals known to man - looters, murderers, rapists - dropped their makeshift knives and refused to move an inch, even as we threw the gates of the camp wide open.
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Questioner: Wasn't the Norillag gulag closed in 1957?
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Iceman: Only officially.
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Questioner: What was the fifth test?
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Iceman: Nikita Khrushchev and John F. Kennedy. Even ten thousand kilometers away, in the middle of the Verkhoyansk Range, we were following the events in Cuba - we were certain that nuclear war was inevitable and all our work would be for naught. We were terrified for humanity. We fired Redline on Moscow, four thousand kilometers away, then on Washington, twice as far. We had no idea if it actually worked. All we cared about was that war had been averted.
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Iceman chuckles.
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Iceman: Perhaps we even caused our own downfall.
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Questioner: What do you mean?
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Iceman: Less than a week after the Crisis ended, Khrushchev ordered that the Division be closed down and all of its projects destroyed or put into storage. Psychotronics Command was furious - it meant they were almost entirely impotent in Soviet politics. They brought in a new psychic and ordered us to rework Redline into a more aggressive state. Thinking about it now, I suppose it was inevitable. With Redline, we could strip entire armies of the will to fight… to resist… to breathe. First the Kremlin, then Russia, and then…
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Iceman pauses for one second.
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Iceman: We were to perform a conjunction: implanting Redline's consciousness into the new prisoner and then disassociating it again. This would drastically amplify its powers, but for conquest. I was disgusted by the idea; it was a betrayal of the ideals for which we - and the children - had sacrificed so much. I decided to defect. I was lucky enough to have near-unlimited access to the entire GRU Division "P" library and need to leave for Berlin during the week of Christmas. Those were the most terrifying weeks of my life.
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Questioner: Did you follow through with this conjunction process?
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Iceman: No. I left for Berlin on the week of the procedure. Then I fled and came here.
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Questioner: Thank you. That will be all.
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[END TRANSCRIPT]
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Addendum 2664.2: Investigation of SCP-2664
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Following aerial reconnaissance of the Verkhoyansk Range and confirmation of the existence of the Psionics Research Facility, Mobile Task Force Lambda-9 ("Mind over Matter") was dispatched to investigate the facility and ascertain the status of SCP-2664 and any other anomalies within.
Mission Abstract: Investigate the Psionics Research Facility, determine the status of SCP-2664, and identify any other anomalies and/or GRU Division "P" researchers on-site. This mission transcript was broken into multiple logs for ease of reading.
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Assigned Task Force: Mobile Task Force Lambda-9 "Mind over Matter" (8 members)
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Additional Information: All members of the infiltration team were equipped with Keter-grade anti-psionic equipment3, such as electrum-lined helmets, and experimental hollow-cavity firearms for inflicting maximum cerebral damage. Additionally, members L9-1 and L9-2 possessed scouting- and offensive-grade psionic capabilities. While L9-1 was an experienced agent that had led Lambda-9 for eleven years, L9-2 was a new agent chosen to replace the previous L9-2 (who was killed during the recontainment of SCP-████).
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Lambda-9 is airdropped into the Verkhoyansk Range approximately 2.5 kilometers away from the Psionics Research Facility. The landing zone is relatively level, albeit icy. A storm is gradually forming over the area; visibility is lowered as a result.
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L9-1: Equipment check.
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All members of the team confirm that their equipment is functional.
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L9-1: Blizzard's picking up, we might lose our reception. Command, do you copy?
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Command: Confirmed, 1. Proceed as planned. You may withdraw from the hot zone if you judge that conditions will become too harsh.
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L9-1: Understood… Right, let's just run down the plan real quick. The six of us are checking out the facility, and you two are staying back here to keep an eye on the copter. We're gonna do a standard sweep-and-clear and then report back on whatever we find. Okay?
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General assent from the group.
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L9-1: Right. Let's get going then.
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Lambda-9 proceeds towards the facility. The journey is uneventful, though -1 and -2 each report a sudden migraine as they approach.
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L9-1: Command, we have reached the facility. Matches the informant's description: a big block of concrete with small windows and vents near the top. I can see three guard towers around the building… probably a fourth. Two just performed a basic mental sweep; he can't sense any living things and the counter-surveillance equipment isn't picking up anything. Looks like we're the only people outside.
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Command: Understood. Proceed with infiltration but stay alert.
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L9-1: Roger. Alright, Three, check out the door. See what you can do.
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It is assumed that L9-3 investigates the main door and opens it. Lambda-9 enters one at a time, with L9-1 taking point.
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At this point, all audiovisual telemetry fails and contact with the infiltration team is lost. L9-7 and L9-8 are able to maintain audio contact with Command. Five minutes later, L9-7 experiences psionic telemetry4 vis-a-vis L9-1. L9-1 proceeds to use L9-7 as an unconventional mouthpiece to report on the conditions of the Facility.
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L9-7: Hello? Can you hear me? Eight? Are you there? It's One!
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L9-8: What the hell? One?
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Command: L9-7? Are you there? L9-1, we can't reach your radios - how are you able to communicate through Seven?
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L9-7: I'm not sure. All our radio equipment died as soon as we walked in, but mine and Two's psionic powers are going crazy. We can still sense Seven and Eight, but I can't tell how far away they are… and there's something else. Something… different. I think it's juicing us up - it's how I could tap into Seven. I don't know how to describe it, it feels… it feels like there's something spying on us. Felt like I should try to reach out and keep you informed. Seven should be fine; mild headache at worst.
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Command: One, what are you seeing?
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L9-7: We're standing on a double helix. Vertically. The moment we walked through the door we were standing perpendicular to it. It's like we're on the side of a giant, multicolored double helix. It's orange and green and purple and red and…
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L9-7 is quiet for a moment.
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L9-7: And it just… keeps going, into this large, empty, white space. I can't see a horizon. There's no horizon at all. There's a bunch of these… orbs floating off in the distance. They're all kinds of colors like red and blue and green and black but I can't tell how far away they are. I'm not even sure if they're that far away. None of us can. The helix just keeps going - but it's not getting smaller. It just… goes on forever. The door's floating about… I'd say three meters above us. Relatively speaking, I mean. I can see the outside of this place. The snow. Four's gonna try jumping up there.
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There is a brief pause before L9-7 suddenly screams.
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L9-8: Fuck!
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L9-7: FOUR! Jesus christ! Six, don't! God-damn-it Six - god - damn - it STOP! There's nothing you can do! Fuck!
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L9-7 breathes heavily before speaking again.
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L9-7: Command? Four tried jumping up to the door, but as soon as he jumped it was like gravity suddenly came back. He couldn't make the jump and just fell down. Down down. Past the helix down. We can't see him anymore. But I can still sense him… he's still falling. And screaming.
L9-7: Yeah. I'm talking to the rest of the team… We're agreed. We're going to press forward, look for another way out of here. Maybe we'll catch up to Four - I can still sense him. He's still falling. And screaming.
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For the next three hours, L9-7 is unresponsive to both -8 and Command's attempts at communication before speaking again.
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L9-7: Command? We've found something. The helix branches off a bit. There's a doorway there. I can see inside… it looks like a lab of some kind. We can walk to it. Hopefully it's a way out.
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L9-7: Damn, it's a no go. We're back in the real world… but the only door out of here is the same way we came in. And these walls must be, what, fifteen centimeters thick? I can't sense Four anymore…
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L9-7 is quiet for several seconds.
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L9-7: We're gonna take a look around the lab, see what we can find before we go back in. Right now I'm seeing a lot of dust, lots of tables with scientific equipment on them. Microscopes, test tubes - ugh, there's something floating in there - shelves full of electrical parts… that's odd. The power's still on. Looking at a… what's this thing called?… An oscilloscope. It's still on. What's this, a wave of some kind? All jittery and messy. Huh. Looks like the place was abandoned in a hurry - hm?
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L9-7: Jesus. Command? Three found something. Dead Ruskie in the corner of the room. Sitting in a chair in front of an… oscilloscope. The top of his skull, uh, it's just gone. His brain… it's all stretched out. Like Silly Putty. It's… jammed into all the equipment here. There's brain in the microscopes, in the oscilloscope, into the walls. Uh, other than that, he looks normal enough? About… about thirty years old. Isn't showing any signs of decomposition. Kind of dusty though.
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L9-7: Oh, hey yeah. Command? There's an ID tag on this guy. Named… Albert Brin.
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L9-7: Five's scraping a bit of Albert's brain off the wall for a sample. We decided we're gonna rest in here for a few hours, then go back into the helix. I'm gonna break off the connection now - keeping it up in this mess is exhausting. Tell Seven thanks.
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Command: Understood. Sweet dreams.
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[END LOG]
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L9-7 briefly slumps over before regaining consciousness and receiving a briefing from L9-8. Worsening weather conditions soon force -7 and -8 to evacuate the area in the helicopter. Command consults with the Psionics Division, which recommends various breathing and meditation techniques for -7 and -8 to practice to lessen the physical and mental demands of the psionic connection.
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Shortly afterwards, Iceman is debriefed a second time, but is unable to provide any insights on the phenomena occurring within the facility.
Mission Abstract: Investigate the Psionics Research Facility, determine the status of SCP-2664, and identify any other anomalies and/or GRU Division "P" researchers on-site. This mission transcript was broken into multiple logs for ease of reading.
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Assigned Task Force: Mobile Task Force Lambda-9 "Mind over Matter" (8 members)
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[BEGIN LOG]
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When the storm clears the following morning, L9-8 immediately returns the helicopter to the original insertion point, at which point L9-7 experiences psionic telemetry again (the rigor of which is dramatically lessened by the aforementioned breathing and meditation techniques).
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L9-7: Eight? Are you there?
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L9-8: One? That you?
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L9-7: Holy - No, uh, it's Two! Guys! Wake up! Hey! They finally picked up. Command? Me and One have been trying to reach you for hours. What the hell happened?
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L9-8: Sorry. Storm picked up and we had to get outta there.
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L9-7: Alright. We were worried something had happened. Seven and Eight are fine, guys. There was a storm last night and they had to ditch the LZ. Warn us next time, will ya?
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L9-8: Heh, will do.
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L9-7: …Alright. We're gonna keep going down the helix. One? Lead the way.
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L9-7 is quiet for three minutes.
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L9-7: Christ. Yeah, I feel it. Four's screaming again. Still falling. Coming from the right.
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L9-7 is quiet for two hours.
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L9-7: Wait. One, you feel that? Feels like he's coming from the… You all saw that, right? What the hell…
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L9-7: Command? Uh… Four just went screaming by. From the left.
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L9-7: We're gonna, uh, keep going. We'll try to catch him if he… comes by again.
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Command: Understood.
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L9-7 is quiet for fifteen minutes.
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L9-7: Found another door. Looks like another lab. Me, Three, and Six are gonna check out the lab. Rest of us're gonna wait out here in case Four comes by again.
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Command: Understood.
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L9-7: Hey. Command? Did you talk to the… that Ruskie spy who told us about this place? I didn't even think about it while the shit with Four was going down or any of that, but… I wasn't expecting this. What the hell is going on?
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Command: We did. He disavowed all knowledge of the current state of the facility, even under intense interrogation.
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L9-7: Oh… Yeah, he's saying they don't know. C'mon.
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L9-7: Okay. Command, you there? Lab looks a lot like the other one. Lots of junk, weird machines, but there's nothing else besides dust and…
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L9-8: Two?
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L9-7: Oh my God.
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L9-8: Two! What's happening?
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L9-7: Eight? There's bodies in the lab. Eight of them.
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L9-8: So? What's wrong with them?
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L9-7: It's us. It's our fucking corpses. You, me, One, Four… all eight of us. In lab coats. Like we dropped dead in the middle of the fucking room.
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L9-8: Jesus.
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L9-7: Three's taking some samples. If I'd known I'd be dealing with this kind of shit, I think I might've stayed in Precog.
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L9-8: You're gonna be fine.
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L9-7: I think I'm gonna go back outs- back out.
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L9-7 is quiet for several minutes.
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L9-7: Eight? Command? We're gonna keep going. Along the helix, I mean.
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Command: Understood.
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L9-7 is quiet for two hours.
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L9-7: …can go through it. I'm not setting another foot inside those damn things.
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L9-8: Two? You there?
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L9-7: Oh! Eight? You can hear me?
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L9-8: Only just now. What's going on?
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L9-7: Uh, found another door. One and Three are gonna check it out. Rest of us are gonna stay out here and wait for Four.
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L9-8: Right.
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L9-7 is quiet for twenty minutes.
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L9-7: Oh shit. Guys? I can feel Four. Get ready. He's… falling from the right? No, wait, the left… no… he's falling towards us? What the hell?
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L9-7: Wait. I can feel him screaming, but it almost feels… fake. Like he's overdoing it. Squad? Safeties off. Something's wrong.
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L9-7: There he is. I can see him. He's definitely falling towards us… yeah, I see it too. Command? There's something up with Four. It looks like he's… spread-eagled? His arms are stretched out… is he naked?
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L9-7: His screaming. It's not getting louder. It's getting flatter.
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L9-7 abruptly goes limp, and L9-8 is unable to rouse him.
Mission Abstract: Investigate the Psionics Research Facility, determine the status of SCP-2664, and identify any other anomalies and/or GRU Division "P" researchers on-site. This mission transcript was broken into multiple logs for ease of reading.
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Assigned Task Force: Mobile Task Force Lambda-9 "Mind over Matter" (8 members)
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[BEGIN LOG]
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L9-7 is unconscious for several minutes before suddenly awakening.
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L9-7: -when we get out of here.
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L9-8: What?
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L9-7: Said I'll be glad when we get out of here. Anyways, guys, there was nothing in there; just some more dead Russians with their brains splattered -
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L9-8: Two? Is that you? What happened? Where's Four?
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L9-7:Eight? Is that you? It's Three. Uh… One? I, uh… I'm talking to Eight.
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L9-8: …Three? How are you talking? Command?
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Command: Three? Can you confirm that it is you?
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L9-7: [MEMETIC PASSCODE EXPUNGED]
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L9-8: Okay. It's definitely you… but how come I can hear you?
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L9-7: I don't know. You were talking first.
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L9-8: But… you talked first. You said 'I'll be glad to get out of here' or something.
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L9-7: Maybe I'm absorbing the psionic energy in this place or something? One, what do you think?
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L9-7: Oh shit. Eight? Two, Five, and Six are gone. One can't sense them at all.
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L9-8: Christ. The last thing I heard from Two was that they'd spotted Four, but something was wrong with him. Then Seven just collapsed.
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L9-7: Shit. One? Eight says that the rest of the squad saw Four just before they vanished. What do you think we should do?
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L9-7: Yeah, but if we wait here, who knows what'll happen? Maybe we'll disappear. I say we keep going. One of these labs has to lead back outside.
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L9-7: Eight? Command? One and I are gonna keep going. Maybe try to find 2664.
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Command: Understood. Keep going. Good luck.
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L9-8: Seven? Tell One: when we get back, drinks are on me.
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L9-7: One? Eight says drinks are on him.
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L9-7: Heh. They better be. Alright, we better get a move on.
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L9-7 remains quiet for the next several hours, occasionally making conversation and jokes with -8.
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L9-7: Hey. Is it just me, or is it getting darker?
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L9-7: I dunno, it definitely feels like… Look! It's definitely grey now. Command?
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Command: We heard you.
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L9-7: Oh. Yeah, even the helix and those orbs in the sky are getting washed out.
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L9-7: I don't like this. It feels - heavy. Thick.
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L9-7: It's getting darker now. Head's starting to hurt. Ah fuck - smells like roasting flesh. Human flesh.
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L9-7: Sky's gone black. Orbs are still in the air, though. Like jack-o-lanterns. One? You still there?
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L9-7: …I feel it too. Christ. Like I'm walking through a concentration camp. Command? One says he's sensing a lot of, uh, death echoes. Like, a lot of people dying at once. Head is pounding.
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L9-7: Wait. Did you see that?
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L9-7: Could've sworn one of the - look, there! I just saw one of those globes go dark.
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L9-7: Command? The globes are all going dark.
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Command: We know. You've been speaking through Seven this whole time.
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L9-7: Oh. Burning smell is getting worse. Wish I had some - what the hell? Command? Everything's gone all… tiled. It's like we're standing in some kind of giant doctor's office.
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L9-7: Oh my god.
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L9-7: Command? It's - it's the team. They're… they're floating. They're floating towards us.
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At this moment, L9-7 begins speaking in Russian.
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L9-7: <Good girls. Sit there. You're doing so good. This won't take long. Just be patient. You make us so proud. You'll get lots of toys>.
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L9-7: <What're their vitals? Holding steady at 95 bpm. Blood pressure 101 systolic, 63 diastolic. Body temperature 37.2 C. Ready for disassociation process. Excellent. Begin disassociation>.
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L9-7: <Don't worry, this won't hurt. Don't you like movies? Let's watch some movies. Here, have some sugar candies and juice>.
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At this moment, L9-8 begins experiencing psionic telemetry vis-a-vis L9-1.
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L9-8: Command! It's One! Three was absorbed by the squad. He started floating in the middle of them and then his brains just burst out of his head. Everyone's brains burst out and then they all just - mushed together.
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L9-8: I ran. But I can still feel it. I know what's happening. That presence? That thing I felt spying on us? It's 2664.
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L9-7: <You're making us proud. You're making us so proud. We need you to be peaceful. You hate fighting. It's mean. You don't want to fight. It's so easy to not be mean. It's fun to not be mean. We're so proud that you're not mean>.
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L9-8: This entire place - the facility, the space, the helixes, the squad - it's all part of this thing's mind. We've been inside its mind the whole time. It's absorbed everything. It's all around me. It's toying with me.
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L9-7: <Stop it. Give in. Don't resist. Resisting is bad. You will be punished if you resist. Begin electrical discharge. 500 volts. 3 amps. Increase voltage every minute>.
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L9-8: It's trying to open me up. Like it did everyone else. But I can see into it. It's learning from us. It knows all about me. The squad. The Foundation.
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L9-7: <Increase amperage to 20>.
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L9-8: They're almost on me. It's the conjunction. The scientists - the bastards that made this thing. The last thing it knew before it died was that they wanted it to conjunct. It wants to make us part of it. Don't come back here.
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L9-8: It wants to make the whole world part of it.
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[END LOG]
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At the exact moment that communications with -7 and -8 were lost, all members of Psionics Division reported feeling a sudden compulsion to visit the Verkhoyansk Range in Siberia - several reporting that this was the first time they had actually heard of the Verkhoyansk Range. At the same time, aerial reconnaissance of the Range showed that the Facility had abruptly disappeared and been replaced by an opaque, multi-colored sphere approximately 5 kilometers in diameter centered on the Facility's original location.
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Subsequent attempts to investigate the sphere resulted in rapid growth of the sphere and the losses of all personnel involved. Based on the final logs transmitted by Lambda-9 as well as SCP-2664's original documentation, Psionics Division eventually devised the current method of containment: sending psionically stunted personnel and psionically-dampening materials into the anomaly to retard its growth. At this time, the radius of the sphere is increasing at a rate of 1.5% per month.
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Addendum 2664.3: Neutralization
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At 1300 hours on 25 December 2000, Psionics Division detected an unexpectedly high emission of psionic energy from SCP-2664, which resulted in the brain death of all humans within a 200-kilometer radius. At the same time, satellite footage showed SCP-2664-A growing at an abnormally high rate. All attempts to retard its growth failed, and Overwatch Command was informed of an impending YK-Class End-of-World Scenario.
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At 1700 hours on 26 December 2000, Foundation satellites observed a Global Occult Coalition weaponized satellite firing a spherical payload into SCP-2664-A. For the next thirteen minutes, large quantities of radiation were emitted by SCP-2664-A. At 1713 hours on 26 December 2000, SCP-2664-A abruptly dematerialized, leaving only the spherical payload behind. Through unknown means, the payload lifted into the air and escaped into the atmosphere.
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Following the event, no radiation or psionic energy could be detected in the area. Expeditions to SCP-2664-A's former location were successful without issue. On 1 January 2001, SCP-2664 was reclassified as Neutralized.
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Preliminary reports regarding the nature of the payload deployed by the Global Occult Coalition suggest that it is a demonics-based eigenweapon with the internal code name "Gaius Prime". Further investigation is ongoing.
The transmitter unit (left) and receiver unit (right) of one instance of SCP-2672.
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Item #: SCP-2672
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Object Class: Safe
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Special Containment Procedures: Recovered SCP-2672 instances are currently stored in a standard containment locker at Site-49. Access to instances of SCP-2672 in containment requires Level-3 authorization.
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Recall notices for "Watchful Eye" brand baby monitors consistent with SCP-2672's appearance have been posted to stores carrying instances of SCP-2672. Monitoring software has been installed on these stores' point-of-sale systems; all automated alerts triggered are to be immediately investigated and any discovered instances of SCP-2672 seized for containment. Foundation agents assigned to SCP-2672 are to routinely investigate stores in areas surrounding their given location for additional manifestations of SCP-2672.
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Description: SCP-2672 is the collective designation for all instances of an anomalous baby monitor radio system marketed under the brand name “Watchful Eye”. Each instance of SCP-2672 consists of a transmitter unit (equipped with a microphone) and a receiver unit (equipped with a speaker).
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SCP-2672's anomalous properties manifest when the transmitter unit is placed in a room with an infant two years or younger and the receiver unit is placed in a room where only the mother of said infant can hear its speaker; when not in this configuration SCP-2672 functions like a normal one-way radio. Once this configuration is achieved, at seemingly random intervals1 the speaker will emit sounds of the baby in extreme distress. This transmission is highly variable in content; some have simply been sounds of the baby crying at high volume while others have included voices of unknown people that appear to interact with the baby in abusive or threatening ways. The actual baby, however, remains unharmed and seemingly-unaffected; additional non-anomalous recording units placed near the baby have picked up no trace of this transmission. Once the mother moves out of hearing range of the speaker, the anomalous transmission ceases.
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Routine cross-object investigation has revealed that SCP-2672 shares similar branding with SCP-2453; however, the earliest instances of SCP-2672 predate those of SCP-2453 by approximately 10 years. As with SCP-2453, there was no record of how SCP-2672 instances were delivered to stores or how the product was entered into each store's inventory system. When interviewed, employees of affected businesses reported observing no unusual happenings and further reported never noticing any childcare products branded differently from the stores' usual stock.
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Records indicate that SCP-2672 was first distributed in stores in approximately 1999. However, the nature of the anomaly meant that many affected mothers heard the transmission, immediately ran to check on their child, and upon discovering them unharmed assumed that (a) they had imagined the transmission or (b) their child had simply calmed down. While some affected mothers – largely those that had heard additional voices in the anomalous transmission – did complain to the stores that sold them SCP-2672, these actions were infrequent enough that SCP-2672 only came to Foundation attention in 2006, when the anomalous transmission changed to include a seemingly-prerecorded message. This additional recording is played before every anomalous transmission and consists of an unidentified male voice threatening the baby's life if the mother does not listen to the entire transmission without leaving; see Addendum SCP-2672-A for more details. As before, the baby is unharmed and unaffected regardless of whether these instructions are followed. After this change in behavior, related police reports increased dramatically and SCP-2672 was discovered and contained.
The following recording was captured by Junior Researcher Laura Hernandez, who personally volunteered both herself and her 6-month-old daughter for testing purposes. Additional testing, along with interviews of subjects affected by SCP-2672 pre-containment, corroborate that the only part of the captured message that varies is the name of the mother (which thus far has always correctly corresponded to the birth name) and the gender of the baby. Transcript follows:
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[sound of crying in the background, abruptly cut off]
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Don't move, Laura. Not a muscle, not at all, or she'll be lost forever and there will be nothing you can do. What happens next, whether she survives, is entirely in your hands. The only way you can save her is to sit down, now, and listen. Listen.
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It will be… unpleasant. You will want to run away, perhaps plug your ears. This will be her unmaking, as surely as if you were doing this to her yourself. Understand that no matter what you hear, the consequences of disobedience will be a thousand times worse. So sit and listen, or I swear to you that the next time you see her – if you ever see her again – will be the last.
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Don't be selfish. Don't be foolish. Sit. Listen. Listen.
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[crying abruptly resumes, rest of recording omitted as non-pertinent]
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Junior Researcher Hernandez's child has shown no signs of being affected by this incident in any way.
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Addendum SCP-2672-B: Followup investigation
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On 07-21-2007, Foundation agents recovered an instance of SCP-2672 from the house of Alice ████████ after she experienced an anomalous transmission and filed a police report. In this report, Mrs. ████████ noted that she had listened to the entire transmission as instructed and had recognized a voice in the background as that of local resident Lawrence Reed, who lived 2 miles away. A Foundation investigation revealed no contact between Reed and Mrs. ████████'s baby son but did uncover that Reed had been repeatedly physically abusing his own infant son. A followup investigation was started to analyze existing recordings of SCP-2672's anomalous transmissions obtained during testing. Thus far, nine transmissions containing background voices have been successfully voiceprint analyzed and traced back to a source. All of these sources have been people living within 10 miles of the SCP-2672 instance that produced the transmission in question, and all have been found to have committed serious physical abuse to a child in their care.
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A proposal has been submitted to establish a series of “listening stations” using instances of SCP-2672 in major cities as a way to proactively seek out the sources of these transmissions.
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Proposal denied. A non-productive use of valuable Foundation resources, using an object whose origin is as yet unknown – not to mention the logistical and ethical concerns around incorporating infants into a permanent research station. - Kenneth Barrowman, Site Administrator
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Addendum 2672-C: Unauthorized experiment 2672-37
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On 04-21-2016 (approximately eight years after all known instances of SCP-2672 had been discovered and contained) Dr. Hernandez retrieved an instance of SCP-2672 and instructed Junior Researcher Welby, a recent mother, to wait for an anomalous transmission. Upon doing so it was found that the initial recorded message had changed, a fact that Dr. Hernandez immediately brought to Foundation attention. Transcript follows:
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You are wasting our work. This is unacceptable. We are neither monsters nor idiots; once we realized it was not having the desired effect, we tried to make the obvious change. We said, clearly and thoroughly, that they were about to hear the cries of another's child and that they must listen carefully to pinpoint its location. And all of our testing revealed one very simple fact: They wouldn't do it. They did not have the mental fortitude to save a child that was not their own. Often they would simply turn it off before we had even finished speaking.
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They were foolish and selfish.
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So we forced their hand, made them do the right thing. We offer no apology for the effectiveness of our actions. If you do not restore our work, we will be forced to proceed down an alternate path. We hope that you will see the error of your judgment before that happens; that you will keep an open mind and a full heart. But we will not be deterred in our purpose.
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It is unclear if the “alternate path” referred to is a reference to SCP-2453 or not. Dr. Hernandez claims to have no prior knowledge of this new recording and asserts she acted of her own volition. She is currently remanded offsite pending a disciplinary hearing. Researcher Welby was unaware of the unauthorized nature of the experiment and has been cleared for a return to active work.
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All further proposals to conduct further experiments on SCP-2672 are denied by O5 decree.
An instance of SCP-2818, shortly after collection.
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Item #: SCP-2818
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Special Containment Procedures: All collected instances of SCP-2818-[2-17] are to be kept within a high-security storage locker at Site-71. SCP-2818 instances are only to be removed from storage for testing purposes. Testing may only be carried out at a suitable, modified firing range with specialized lead impact points for collection.
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Description: SCP-2818 is the group designation for a collection of sixteen firearms resembling Barrett M82A1 anti-materiel rifles. The primary physical difference between instances of SCP-2818 and standard Barrett M82A1s is the words "H&W Mod #9" in place of the standard Barrett identification.
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SCP-2818 instances load like a standard M82A1, but when an individual pulls the trigger and fires the weapon, the individual will disappear entirely and a round will be ejected from the barrel. The round already loaded in the chamber will be untouched. The ejected round is instead the supposed biomass of the individual who pulled the trigger, compressed into the size and shape of a .50 BMG round. These rounds, classified as SCP-2818-A, maintain a weight and density appropriate of a human being compressed into a space 18.97cm3 in volume. SCP-2818-A instances typically leave the barrel at roughly 900m/s, typical of most .50 BMG rounds, though with significantly more destructive capabilities due to their increased mass.
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The exact nature of SCP-2818-A instances is inconclusive, although analysis of the rounds after being fired have revealed unusually erratic electrical impulses1.
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Document 2818.2C
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Discovery: The original five instances of SCP-2818 were collected from within an insurgent weapons cache near Jalalabad, Afghanistan. Accompanying these weapons were three instances of SCP-2818-A2, with two others found roughly 20m from the discovery3. Investigation of another nearby insurgent compound found twelve more instances of SCP-2818, all in wooden boxes bearing the H&W logo branded on the side. Document 2818.2C was discovered within one of the boxes.
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Addendum 2818.1: Testing Log
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SCP-2818-1 loaded like a typical M82A1, and fired by a D-Class.
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D-Class disappears. SCP-2818-A instance exits barrel at speeds close to 900m/s. Round is embedded roughly 23cm deep in a steel plate.
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Standard behaviour of SCP-2818-1. This test was repeated three times to ensure accuracy of results.
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SCP-2818-1 loaded like a typical M82A1, and fired by a mechanical rig controlled by a human operator.
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Operator does not disappear. Upon further inspection, SCP-2818-1 jammed during testing, apparently of natural cause.
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Additional tests confirm that this occurs whenever a non-human finger or other implement pulls SCP-2818's trigger.
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SCP-2818-1 fit with a remote controlled firing pin, removing the need of a trigger pull.
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SCP-2818-1 combusts at the chamber, destroying it.
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Investigation reveals the round never moved in the chamber, even after combustion.
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Instance of SCP-2818-A chambered within SCP-2818-2. Notably, SCP-2818-A does not feel significantly heavier when the round is within the magazine or chamber. D-Class fires SCP-2818-2.
Weapon recoil shatters the D-Class' arm, shoulder, and collarbone, and renders them unconscious. SCP-2818-A exits barrel as superheated plasma, with a muzzle velocity of nearly 1600m/s. The SCP-2818-A instance ignites the air around it, causing third-degree burns on all individuals standing within 10m of the round at any point in its trajectory. Upon impacting a solid lead target, SCP-2818-A violently erupts, covering the firing range with molten slag.
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During cleanup, it was discovered that the SCP-2818-A instance survived the incident without taking any damage to itself. Further research is pending.
Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-2852 is to focus on tracking and disruption of incidents, where possible, and general monitoring of SCP-2852 compatible population centers. All individuals involved in Blue-Level and White-Level events are to be monitored extensively, and their identities are to be given to local law enforcement as potential terrorist threats. Even when disrupted, individuals involved in Blue-Level and White-Level events are to be cataloged, and their names are to be sent to local law enforcement agencies. Individuals witnessing the disruption of either event are to be given Class-B amnestics.
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Black-Level events are to be monitored until conclusion. Afterwards, all participants are to be treated with Class-A amnestics and are otherwise treated identically to those affected by other events. Members of Mobile Task Forces Upsilon-36, Upsilon-52, and Upsilon-99 who witness a Black-Level event are to be treated with Class-A amnestics upon retirement or transfer and are to be monitored for any signs of antisocial or otherwise uncharacteristic behavior. If found to have been infected by the Black-Level event, operatives are to be amnesticized, suspended from all field operations, and redesignated to low-level, low-intensity work, i.e. maintenance and data input.
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MTF Y-36 “Party Crashers” are tasked with responding to any SCP-2852 appearance. MTFs Y-52 “Cater Duty” and Y-99 “Altar Boys” are tasked to identify SCP-2852 events and provide backup to MTF Y-36 as needed.
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MTFs Y-52 and Y-99 are to establish presence within communities where 60% of the population is Roman Catholic or (as of Revision 2852-7) Anglican. Any SCP-2852 instance found attached to a different religious group must be reported to a researcher with Level 4/2852 clearance immediately.
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While currently isolated to the North American subcontinent, all SCP-2852 compatible communities are to be monitored for an uncharacteristic rise in juvenile delinquency, sterility, domestic violence, and divorce rates.
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Description: Instances of SCP-2852 have the appearance of a middle-aged white male. Biologically, the cells of SCP-2852 instances are genetically identical and human; however, instances do not have any identifiable organs. Their bodies are made up of fibrous muscular tissue, with the teeth and hair being made out of chitin chemically similar to those of the Cicadidae family. The eyes of SCP-2852 instances, while looking non-anomalous from a distance, are set in the sockets without any nerve connection. While capable of speech despite having no vocal cords or analogous organs, SCP-2852 instances do not show any grasp of language, speaking in a “word salad.” Despite this, all individuals at an SCP-2852 compatible event will perceive the subject as speaking intelligibly and will regard its actions as normal, unless briefed of its anomalous properties beforehand. Individuals describe SCP-2852 as being playful with a crude sense of humor, and all individuals affected in an SCP-2852 event will refer to the subject as “Cousin Johnny.” While sentient, SCP-2852 instances do not appear sapient.
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SCP-2852 instances appear at various Catholic and Anglican religious functions and are treated as being an established member of the family. Instances of SCP-2852 are accepted regardless of family resemblance or ethnicity. The entity appears at baptisms, weddings, and funerals, referred to as Blue-Level, White-Level, and Black-Level events, respectively. Currently, no SCP-2852 instance has been found to appear at any other family gathering.
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All attempts at tracking SCP-2852 instances before and after an event have met with failure. The entities are able to appear at such events as though they had always been there, alternately appearing between frames when under surveillance or simply evading any attempt by operatives to keep them out of an event. All tracking devices placed on SCP-2852 instances have malfunctioned immediately, with the entity evading any surveillance.
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Each family gathering that SCP-2852 attends results in different behavior from the subject and different effects. Generally, the effects of SCP-2852 appearing at a family gathering result in more serious damage done to children, although adults are not free from its effects. It is worth noting that stopping an SCP-2852 instance before it involves itself in the religious ritual will not stop its effects from spreading, although they may be diluted. The appearance of SCP-2852 at an event is enough for its effects to start spreading among the family. When questioned after an event, all affected individuals report a feeling of fondness toward SCP-2852, regardless of its actions during an event.
SCP-2852's effects at a Blue-Level event are present more strongly in the child being baptized, its parents, and any godparents chosen for the occasion. During the baptismal ritual, SCP-2852 will involve itself directly in the proceedings, acting as a third godparent when traditionally there are only two, a male and female. Blue-Level events proceed identically, despite the presence of a third godparent, until the child is submerged into the water. Immediately, the child's top layer of skin will slough off in one piece, as though molting. This process does not seem to harm the child in any meaningful way. The godparents will then eat the skin between each other. Afterwards, the mass will go on as normal, and SCP-2852 will exit along with the family. It is of note that SCP-2852 does not appear at any family celebration held after the baptism.
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The baptized child has a chance of dying within the next six months well above the national average. Living children exhibit multiple Cluster B personality disorders. Most join anti-capitalist groups, various GOIs, or, if unchecked, will engage in destructive behavior usually manifesting in self-harm, abuse of animals, or abuse of small children. Godparents and biological parents will be rendered sterile, regardless of SCP-2852's success in becoming part of the baptismal ritual. Both groups commit suicide within five years of a Blue-Level event, normally through drowning.
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All individuals not involved in the baptismal ritual are 500% more likely than the national average to have stillbirths. Those who are still capable of having children are far more likely to abandon them, sometimes allowing the child to die in the process. One couple affected by a Blue-Level event in [REDACTED], Ohio gave birth to triplets which they then tore apart and hung from trees around their property.
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Past adolescence and into adulthood, children exposed to the song of cicadas respond with extreme anxiety and accompanying physical symptoms such as dry mouth, nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, and headaches. Some subjects' agitation escalates into violent outbursts, which have resulted in at least 20 fatalities. When interviewed about the cause of their disturbance, no subjects have ever identified cicada-song as a trigger for their episodes. Even in one interview involving Level V enhanced interrogation, the subject never indicated the role of cicada-song in his attack on [REDACTED] parish, which resulted in 18 dead and 10 wounded, including his parents and three siblings.
During the marriage ceremony, SCP-2852 will insert itself as a groomsman, and its most deleterious anomalous effects will only manifest after the vows. After the rings have been exchanged, SCP-2852 will produce various implements that allow the bridesmaids and groomsmen to pull out their teeth one by one. The individuals seem to be oblivious to any pain that would normally take place during such an event, and blood loss, through still unknown means, does not occur. The bride and groom will be presented with the teeth and will eat them. Damage done to the bride and groom's teeth and jaw is extensive, but any blood loss that occurs will not be fatal. The groom will then, in place of vows, vocalize a currently unknown cicada song, which has been known to reach 140 dB (SPL), rendering the bride and those on the altar deaf. Currently, no groom has been deafened by his own call.
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At the wedding reception, SCP-2852 will take the role of the best man and give a speech. This speech, as all vocalizations of SCP-2852, will be nonsensical with no pattern to the words used. Individuals will react to the speech with mixed emotions, some crying uncontrollably and others falling into hysterical laughter. After the speech, SCP-2852 will produce a gift for the married couple. This gift, currently, has always been 3.5 kg of human hair of various colors, 13 deceased specimens of Tibicen linnei, and 23 human teeth in a cardboard box. DNA testing on all gifts has been inconclusive.
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The bride and groom of a White-Level event will divorce, on average, two years after their wedding, usually as the result of domestic violence. Any children produced during their marriage will have Cluster B personality disorders or life-threatening disfigurements. All married individuals attending the event will find themselves unable to have children, despite a lack of detectable changes to fertility-related biology. Sperm counts and sperm quality remain unaffected. Ovulation also remains unchanged, and no genetic irregularities have been observed in eggs.
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The Foundation has arranged a statistically significant number of hysterectomies for guests at White-Level events. The surgeries are prescribed and administered by third-party agents in the medical industry. Exhaustive biopsies, chemical analyses, and mechanical inspections of the extracted uteri and ovaries have failed to yield any signs of abnormality.
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All children involved in a White-Level event will avoid romantic relationships, and nine out of ten commit suicide by the age of 18. Roughly half pull out their teeth until blood completely blocks the airways, and the others bite their own wrists until exsanguinated.
Black-Level events are notable in that any attempt to disrupt the event, through any means, results in the actor becoming a participant in the event. Currently, there exists no way to stop or end a Black-Level event. Any attempts at barring SCP-2852 instances from the church or funeral home result in SCP-2852 simply appearing in a pew.
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During a Black-Level event, SCP-2852 will take the place of the eulogizer, even if one was not scheduled to speak during the mass. The speech, as any vocalization by SCP-2852, will be nonsensical, with no patterns being found. However, as the subject speaks, the individual closest to the departed will open the casket and produce a long knife. The knives produced during a Black-Level event are not seen before the event and disappear after the event.
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The individual will then exsanguinate themselves, normally from the wrists, but there have been instances where individuals have slit their throats. In turn, two by two, each attendant will use the knife to pour their blood into the casket. Children too young to exsanguinate themselves are helped by adults. Despite many losing enough blood to result in death, no physical effects are seen in the participants. SCP-2852's speech eventually turns into the song of an adult male Tibicen linnei. All participants will respond with the same call, despite the song of the cicada being limited to the male. SCP-2852 will stand at the pulpit until each individual has bled themselves and then will walk to the casket and vomit a mixture of blood, wood pulp, and dead specimen of Tibicen linnei. It is currently unknown how SCP-2852 instances are able to hold the mixture within themselves, due to the lack of any cavity of sufficient size in its body.
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Once finished, the funeral mass will go on as normal, and the casket, filled with blood and SCP-2852's vomit, will be taken to the cemetery and lowered into the earth as is normal for a Catholic or Anglican funeral service. Black-Level events normally will end here.
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If a family gathering was planned to take place after the funeral, SCP-2852 will attend. SCP-2852 will, once all individuals affected have come to the location, vomit a similar mixture of blood, wood pulp, and dead Tibicen linnei into a bowl. This mixture will be primarily eaten by the affected children. After this has been eaten, SCP-2852 will give another speech of nonsensical words without patterns, strip itself, and lay upon a table. The participants, then, will eat SCP-2852's flesh until there is nothing left. During this, SCP-2852 will still vocalize, even when suffering from mortal injuries. Participants have been known to carry on friendly conversation with SCP-2852 while eating it. Children unable to chew whole food properly will be fed mouth-to-mouth by any caregivers.
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All participants of a Black-Level event will break from their family either through suicide, moving, or divorce. Every individual involved in an event will be rendered sterile. Domestic violence in participants of Black-Level events will usually be of a cannibalistic nature, resulting in the death of one or both individuals. Six out of ten children involved will attempt to murder one or both of their parents before they turn 18. It is theorized that nearly a third of Catholic and Anglican D-Class were involved in a Black-Level event.
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For further research regarding related phenomena, please see the database entry for SCP-3004.
Any information regarding SCP-2893, SCP-2893-A instances, or the phenomenon surrounding either of these entities is to be destroyed. Any aircraft entering the vicinity of Site-2893 are to be warned that the location they are entering is owned by the French government, with MTF-Beta-99 ("Let 'em Fly Boys") correcting their course away from the facility. If any aircraft refuses to comply, MTF-Beta-99 is authorized to engage the craft.
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No Foundation personnel are allowed inside of SCP-2893 without the approval of Site-2893's Director. Personnel entering SCP-2893 are to be armed with standard Foundation military weaponry. Foundation personnel are to never interact with instances without at least three other armed personnel accompanying them. SCP-2893-A instances are to not be provided information about the outside world.
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If SCP-2893-A instances are found nearing the border of SCP-2893, MTF-Beta-22 ("The Whistleblowers") is to terminate them. This interaction is to be recorded in the research log below.
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87th Infantry Division, French Armed Forces. Seven weeks prior to SCP-2893's formation.
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SCP-2893-A instances are to be kept in standard humanoid containment cells on Site-2893. They are considered non-anomalous humanoids, and are to be treated as such. SCP-2893-A instances are to be given individualized psychiatric care by Foundation psychologists, who are to be available at all times. In order to maintain the mental health and cooperation with SCP-2893-A instances, psychologists are to avoid mentioning any of the following:
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The conflict of World War I
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Any information pertaining to the individual instance's history, family, or memories.
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the SCP-2893 phenomenon and
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the instances' current state of affairs subsequent to the destruction of SCP-2893.
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Any information regarding SCP-2893 and the effects of its destruction are to be suppressed whenever possible to the public at large.
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Description: SCP-2893 is the official designation of an anomalous phenomenon affecting southern France, near the village of [REDACTED]. SCP-2893 manifests itself as a translucent sphere encompassing a radius of 25km. Non-SCP-2893-A instances are capable of entering SCP-2893 with no difficulty. Individuals found inside of SCP-2893 during its formation in 1917 (SCP-2893-A) have been found incapable of leaving SCP-2893. This also extends to any objects that were inside of SCP-2893 prior to its formation, including weaponry, fortifications, or other organisms inside of SCP-2893 other than SCP-2893-A instances.
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243rd Infantry Division of The German Empire. Three weeks prior to SCP-2893's formation.
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SCP-2893-A instances are non-anomalous humans who have been found inside of SCP-2893 during its formation. Instances wear attire consistent with both the French Armed Forces, British Armed Forces, and the Imperial German Army issued during the First World War, specifically the 87th infantry Unit and 243rd Infantry Unit. Instances are armed with WW1-era non-anomalous weaponry , and often engage in combat with one another. (See Research log) Currently, there are over 1000 SCP-2893-A instances in SCP-2893.
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The anomalous effects of SCP-2893 become evident after a full 24-hour rotation. When a full rotation occurs, all organisms, objects, and events that have occurred or are contained within SCP-2893 return to their original state prior to the reset. This includes deceased individuals inside of SCP-2893. This also seems to apply to the memories of SCP-2893-A instances, of which they report of having no memory of the events prior to the 'reset'. This ability has seemed to have diminished since the formation of SCP-2893. Many SCP-2893-A instances report of having brief, vivid recollections that correspond to events prior to the 'reset'.
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As more and more resets occur, subsequent resets cause SCP-2893-A instances to behave disparately from their original series of events.
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The behavior of SCP-2893-A instances have been observed to deviate significantly from the original events of the battle. In the battle, the British and French forces forced the German battalion to retreat after having sustained heavy casualties. For more information on these alterations, see Research Log. This has been hypothesized to be the result of the deterioration of SCP-2893's ability to 'reset' the events of the previous day, and the ability to erase the memory of SCP-2893-A instances.
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SCP-2893 was originally discovered in 1918 when the French government responded to a possible invasion by the Imperial German Army. Following the discovery of its anomalous effects, SCP-2893 was guarded by the paracontainment wing of the French Armed Forces until the Second World War, where it was placed into the control of the Ahnenerbe Obskurakorps2 from 1940 to 1944.
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4-12-1920 — French and British forces overwhelm German fortifications. Minimal deviation from original timeline.
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6-22-1929 — British and French soldiers are seen becoming more and more agitated with one another. One soldier threatens to attack the Commander of the troops, but is shot before this could occur. Battle continues as normal.
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12-21-1929 — The soldier who attempted to attack the commander (SCP-2893-A-11) kills him, naming himself the new commander. Battle ends with the entire German force killed.
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7-4-1930 — SCP-2893-A-11 becomes commander after the commander was killed by a stray bullet while on an early morning walk. Battle proceeds as normal. German commanders are hanged outside of camp.
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7-29-1930 — Minimum deviation from previous log. Commanders are shot.
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8-2-1930 — Minimum deviation from previous log. Commanders are stabbed to death.
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8-3-1930 — Minimum deviation from previous log. Commanders are burnt alive.
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8-7-1930 — Minimum deviation from previous log. Commanders are skinned alive.
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9-22-1930 — German instances surrender to British and French instances. Are assimilated into its ranks.
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9-23-1930 — SCP-2893-A instances attempt to build a large fire inside of the forest. Instances lose control and the fire spreads throughout the rest of internal area of SCP-2893. Instances all die from asphyxiation or suffer immolation
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11-15-1930 — SCP-2893-A instances again attempt to build a fire. Unlike previous iteration, however, instances are able to control the fire. French forces break up instances and destroy the fire.
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5-13-1940 — SCP-2893-A instances begin to fire their artillery cannons in random directions. Currently believed that SCP-2893-A instances were attempting to breach SCP-2893. Officially comes under the control of the Ahnenerbe Obskurakorps.
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12-17-1940 — The Obskurakorps attempt to converse with SCP-2893-A instances, specifically SCP-2893-A-11, who had become the de facto leader of all SCP-2893-A instances. Obskurakorps attempt to bribe SCP-2893-A-11 with the promise of SCP-2893 being destroyed. SCP-2893-A-11, according to recovered documents, states "You can take your space-time anomaly and shove it up your arse!". Obskurakorps members are forcefully removed from SCP-2893.
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12-21-1940 — Obskurakorps prepare for a full-on invasion into SCP-2893. They bring one battalion. Recovered documents suggest that the reason for this low troop count was due to confidence in Obskurakorps leadership in their success. SCP-2893-A instances terminate the entire battalion with little resistance, despite inferior technology.3 Bodies are immolated.
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1-12-1941 — Obskurakorps attempts to surround SCP-2893, preparing for a second invasion force, this time with a force of two battalions.
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1-15-1941 — Obskurakorps begins invasion of SCP-2893. SCP-2893-A instances are captured after having anywhere from 67% to 76% of its forces terminated. Recovered documents state that SCP-2893-A instances were tortured for the rest of the iteration. Documents also suggest that the Obskurakorps attempted to persuade German instances to defect from SCP-2893-A-11, all ending in failure. Instances claimed that they feared SCP-2893-A-11 more than the Obskurakorps.4
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1-16-1941 — Iteration ends. All SCP-2893-A instances were able to ambush the Obskurakorps. The Obskurakorps retreated with severe casualties. Severed heads were stuck on pikes through the edges of SCP-2893.
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2-12-1941 — The Obskurakorps attempt another communication with SCP-2893-A-11, this time with an offer to give instances information of the outside world and communication with relatives. A response was delivered, reading in its entirety as: "Why would I want to give this position as leader?"
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6-12-1941 — The Obskurakorps last attempt at destroying SCP-2893. Bombing runs on SCP-2893 and an invasion of SCP-2893 is authorized. The invasion force consists of four battalions and 15 He 111 bombers.5. The entire invasion force was eliminated within three days by SCP-2893-A instances.6
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8-12-1944 — Germany retreats from Paris. During this time, SCP-2893 is officially taken into the custody of the Foundation.
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12-25-1945 — Foundation personnel attempts to communicate with SCP-2893-A instances, specifically SCP-2893-A-11, about their knowledge of SCP-2893 and of their current condition. SCP-2893-A-11 orders instances to fire upon Foundation personnel. Out of the 37 researchers, MTF-Beta-22 were only able to extract 6.
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Note: Proposing increased security measures against SCP-2893-A instances — Dr. Henderson
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Proposal Granted — O5-13
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1-1-1947 — SCP-2893-A instances attempt to breach SCP-2893 barrier. Foundation personnel repulsed instances, leading in the death of all instances. No Foundation causalities.
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3-1-1949 — SCP-2893-A instances attempts to breach SCP-2893 barrier. All instances killed. Half of the containment team are killed in the attack.
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4-8-1949 — Letters are seen piling all around the interior SCP-2893. Currently believed to be a final effort to try and gain attention from an outside source.7
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The following is a document recovered from SCP-2893.
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To Our Jailors,
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The Commander has asked of me to pen this letter to you, our Jailors, one simple question: Why?
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Why keep us locked up, butcher us over and over and over? Pleasure? Some twisted and disgusting joke towards us? If so, why us?
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I know these questions will never be answered. You only respond with guns and bullets and beatings and torture. That is the only thing you bring to us. You might be trying to break us, to turn us against one another, but your brutality does nothing but strengthen our resolve against you.
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He brought us together in order to stand a fighting chance against you. He could see how our petty fighting brought us nothing but death and pain, and so he saw no other choice but to unite us. His leadership, however harsh it may be, has made us stronger and has brought us together as a people. No longer German, French, English, Indian, or Australian, but together, as a people, against you. The Indian experiences pain, so must you. If the Englishman, so must the German.
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Our Commander, as well, experiences this same pain, more so than anyone else in this plain. He carries the weight of men who feel nothing but anger and sadness. He told us how he couldn't even remember the face of his daughter, and that the picture of her that he kept looked foreign and alien to him. But he keeps going, because he cares for his men, and wishes to help set us free.
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Freedom is the natural state of Humanity, Jailors. Every creature on this planet was blessed by God with freedom and self-determination, and it is our Right, as free Men, to fight against those who would dare to remove our rights of Freedom and Liberty.
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You can't stop us from leaving this cage, jailors. You may clip the wings of a fighting bird, but you will never squash his fighting spirit. You can crush our legs, break our hands, and destroy our weapons, but you will never break our humanity.
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Apart, we are nothing but insects crawling across the landscape. But together, we are one.
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Kasenburg.
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Addendum-2893.2
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On 6-6-1950, SCP-2893-A instances began firing upon SCP-2893 with heavy artillery shells, while using WW1-era ballistic weaponry upon it. Due to the combination of the deterioration of SCP-2893, and the constant bombardment from SCP-2893-A instances, the sphere collapsed. Following this, instances began an attempted escape from Site-2893.
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Out of 1067 SCP-2893-A instances in SCP-2893, 223 died in the escape attempt, 782 were detained, and 52 escaped from the site. Out of those, 44 have been captured within 24 hours after the collapse of SCP-2893. The location of all eight uncaptured instances are unknown.
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On 12-11-1952, 8 previously uncaptured SCP-2893-A instances have been captured. The following is an excerpt from the recovery of SCP-2893-A instances.
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+Recovery Location: [REDACTED], France.8
+Note: SCP-2893-A-114 willingly came into Foundation custody following the discovery of his home village. Requested amnestics. Request Granted.
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+Recovery Location: [REDACTED], Germany. Near memorial.
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+Recovery Location: Vatican City, Vatican City.
+Note: SCP-2893-A-999 was found attempting to seek forgiveness from the current Pope, Pius XII outside Apostolic Palace. SCP-2893-A-999 was found begging for forgiveness from the Pope for his actions during WWI.
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#: SCP-2893-A-876
+Recovery Location: Cemetery in [REDACTED], United Kingdom.
+Note: SCP-2893-A-876 had attempted to be a part of a funeral service of a Mr. John Taylor. Found to be the Grandson of instance. Denied entrance. Willingly came into Foundation custody.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3048 is to reside in a standard humanoid containment cell. Approved reading materials and entertainment devices are to be provided and may be rotated out on a monthly basis. To better accommodate the anomaly's diet, a small refrigeration unit should be maintained within the containment room. The entity is currently housed at Site-06-3.
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Meals containing 3-5 items named in Document #3048-03 should be provided three times daily. Dietary supplements must be provided with these rations. No beverages or unapproved edible substances should accompany any meal. The entity may request certain items to be included in its next meal; these must be approved by the senior researcher in charge of its case, currently Dr. Florence Daley.
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As the entity is incapable of consuming beverages, it must be provided hydration via intravenous line. Authorized medical personnel may enter the containment cell to perform tasks related to the maintenance of this several times per day.
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Description: SCP-3048 is a middle-aged human male of European descent possessing ginger hair and gray eyes. Its height has been measured at 1.64 meters and its mass most recently at 46.3 kilograms. The entity has expressed preference for the name "Reuben Moretti", but it is equally responsive to the designation SCP-3048.
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Upon initial recovery, the anomaly was described as moderately emaciated. It has since regained 10 kg of body mass under the prolonged care of the Foundation. Medical examiners now consider the entity slightly malnourished.
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The entity's primary anomalous trait is its inability to imbibe most forms of food and beverage. Drinkable liquids, when brought near the entity's mouth, spontaneously evaporate. No change in temperature or pressure surrounding this event has been observed. Edible substances not listed under document #3048-03 exhibit a variety of anomalous characteristics when within a 20-30 cm radius of the anomaly's mouth. The most common characteristics of these substances, as noted by Foundation researchers, are spontaneous combustion and temporary loss of the properties of friction.
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SCP-3048 was recovered 18/01/2017 on a partially-developed Mediterranean island 90 km off the coast of Turkey. It is believed that the anomalous entity remained the sole resident there between the years of 1602 and 2005. With additional investigation, it has been determined that the island itself is non-anomalous.
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Foundation operatives first noticed the entity while it was in the employ of a health resort venture on the island. The health resort had been established there in 2005 by a Greek tourism company. When pressed to explain how it came to speak fluent modern English, the anomaly claimed to have been taught the language by ████ McLoughlin, its shift manager at the resort hotel.
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The anomaly has asserted that it arrived on the island after becoming shipwrecked. Historical records and recent diving expeditions have verified the existence of a shipwreck in the location and of the name given. A list of 53 persons who departed from Venice in late 1601 on the lost ship ███████ was recovered from a museum in Northern Ireland.
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Two persons listed on the ship manifest are of current interest to Foundation researchers. One is a 41 year old man by the name of Reuben Moretti, who was hired as the vessel's cook. The other is a 17 year old boy listed as Teo-Carlo Moretti. SCP-3048 has not previously mentioned relatives accompanying it on its shipwrecked voyage.
Document #3048-01: Transcript of an interview with SCP-3048 shortly after its arrival at Site-06-3
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Interviewed: SCP-3048
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Interviewer: Senior researcher Dr. Florence Daley, licensed medical practitioner and nutritionist
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Foreword:Transportation of SCP-3048 to the facility was delayed three hours due to inclement weather. Near the end of this delay, the anomaly discovered its ability to consume highly processed foods. It is believed that SCP-3048 did not have the opportunity to interact with processed foods prior to this as a result of its employment in the kitchen of a hotel that used only whole ingredients.
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Due to the distress exhibited by the entity when personnel confiscated its snacks, SCP-3048 was permitted to continue eating during its interview.
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<Begin Log, 18/01/2017 at 4:34 pm>
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Dr. Daley: Good afternoon, SCP-3048. My name is Dr. Daley. I'll be overseeing your case.
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[The anomaly pauses while chewing.]
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SCP-3048: 'm sorry, what? My name's Reuben Moretti.
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Dr. Daley: Your designation here at the Foundation is SCP-3048. I don't mean to sound threatening, but your stay will be much more pleasant if you decide to cooperate with us.
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SCP-3048: Oh. Sure, whatever.
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Dr. Daley: Alright. Could you tell me how long—?
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[The anomaly grabs a can of Cheez Whiz from the table and squirts approximately 0.2 liters into its mouth. Dr. Daley wears an expression of disgust.]
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SCP-3048: Mmm! Good Lord, I love the 21st century!
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[The anomaly proceeds to consume between six and twelve large marshmallows.]
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Dr. Daley: Pardon me, but do you realize how unhealthy that is?
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SCP-3048: [Unintelligible response]
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Dr. Daley: I understand you're suffering from severe malnutrition, but eating this much high-calorie content at once… you won't be able to stomach it!
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[The anomaly chews and swallows.]
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SCP-3048: Doc, I've been starving since 1602. I don't give a damn right now.
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Dr. Daley: Since… 1602? But the island you were on had fresh water and a variety of edible fruit. And you've been employed in a kitchen for the past decade.
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[The anomaly reaches for a glass of water. The water vanishes from the glass as it is brought to the anomaly's mouth. Sensors indicate that the humidity inside the room increases simultaneously. SCP-3048 appears disappointed.]
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SCP-3048: Yeah. Between the lake and the groves, the island had everything. But the water receded whenever I tried to take a drink… and the fruit was always just out of reach.
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Dr. Daley: You mean like Tantalus?
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SCP-3048: And I was cooking for goddamn whole-food health nuts at the resort. This processed stuff? Now this is where it's at.
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Dr. Daley: But what you're eating is barely even food.
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SCP-3048: Exactly!
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[The anomaly opens a second package and consumes the contents of a lime Jell-O cup. It offers another to Dr. Daley.]
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SCP-3048: Oh, I'm in heaven. Want one?
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[Dr. Daley sighs.]
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Dr. Daley: No, thank you.
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[She turns to face security personnel and addresses them]
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Dr. Daley: Let's end this here for now. Bring over that wastebasket and stay with the anomaly. I need to prepare an IV line and saline drip for after he vomits everything he's been eating in the past two hours.
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<End Log, 18/01/2017 at 4:40 pm>
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Closing Statement:SCP-3048 regurgitated 1.35 L of partially digested gelatin-based foods and Cheez Whiz. The entity did not resist Dr. Daley's insertion of an intravenous line in its left arm.
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Document #3048-02: Transcript of second interview with SCP-3048
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Interviewed: SCP-3048
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Interviewer: Senior researcher Dr. Florence Daley
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Foreword:Dr. Daley volunteered to change the entity's IV bag while conducting a second interview simultaneously.
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<Begin Log, 19/01/2017 at 9:48 am>
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Dr. Daley: Hello again, SCP-3048. I'm here to start your first saline drip of the day. We've got to get you re-hydrated as much as we need to get you fed.
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SCP-3048: … Hey. Daley, right?
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Dr. Daley: It's Doctor Daley.
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SCP-3048: Yeah, well, the last doctor I took anything from got chased outta town because boiled sheep urine didn't cure the pox.
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Dr. Daley: Yes, well, medical science has come a long way since the 17th century. It's a science now, for one thing. Did you sleep well in your new accommodations?
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SCP-3048: I slept blah. This place is boring. Can I at least get a room with windows?
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Dr. Daley: Good behavior might earn you a chamber at ground level.
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SCP-3048: What? Is this a hospital or a prison?
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Dr. Daley: It's a lot of both and neither.
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SCP-3048: … You know what? I don't really care. For the first time in 400 years, my mouth doesn't feel like sandpaper. And those suits from yesterday gave me stuff I can actually eat. I'm down with whatever you guys want me to do.
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Dr. Daley: So we have your cooperation?
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SCP-3048: I s'pose so.
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Dr. Daley: I'm glad to hear that.
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<End Log, 19/01/2017 at 9:52 am>
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Closing Statement:SCP-3048 has readily cooperated with the Foundation in most cases and has proven highly amenable to Dr. Daley in particular. Its transfer from subterranean holdings to a ground-level containment cell is currently pending.
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Document #3048-03: A list of foods which SCP-3048 is capable of consuming. For a record of how the contents of this document were determined, see Experiment Log #3048-1.
TEST LOG FORMAT
+Edible substance:
+Method of consumption:
+Result:
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Test 1
+Edible substances: Cheez Whiz, marshmallows, and Jell-O
+Method of consumption: Standard
+Result: Success
+Notes: This was a natural experiment that occurred after the anomaly was taken into Foundation custody but prior to its arrival at Site-06-3.
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Test 2
+Edible substance: Fried pork skins
+Method of consumption: Standard
+Result: Spontaneous combustion
+Notes: This was a natural experiment that occurred after the anomaly was taken into Foundation custody but prior to its arrival at Site-06-3.
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My word, Agent Matthews has terrible eating habits. — Dr. Daley
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Test 4
+Edible substance: Fruit snacks labeled organic
+Method of consumption: Standard
+Result: Loss of friction
+Notes:The fruit snacks handled normally until they were brought within about 25 cm of its mouth. Then they started sliding like they were made of squishy ice. It didn't matter whether it was the anomaly trying to feed itself or us trying to feed it, the laws of physics stopped working for the fruit snacks while they were within range. Everyone kept dropping them. — Dr. Daley
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Intent doesn't have anything to do with it either. Trying to stick fruit snacks in the anomaly's ears doesn't work any better than trying to stick them in its mouth. — Dr. Daley
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Test 5
+Edible substance: Fruit snacks labeled organic
+Method of consumption: 40 cm drop
+Result: Spontaneous combustion
+Notes: This experiment was recorded with a slow-motion capture camera. Playback of the recording revealed that combustion began at 30 cm from the anomaly's mouth. The tested substance was wholly incinerated by the time it reached 20 cm.
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Addendum #3048-1: SCP-3048 has been highly compliant to the Foundation's wishes since its arrival. I find myself disinclined to gamble this willing cooperation by questioning the entity about a teenager's name on a 400 year old manifest. Yes, we know the myth of Tantalus and what he did to merit his punishment; however, any parallels that the myth may share with the entity's history hardly have any bearing on our current research. This having been said, if anyone absolutely has to interrogate the anomaly about that aspect of its past, please do so with low-grade amnestics on hand. — Dr. Daley
Message Recipients: O5 Council; Ethics Committee; Site-06-3 Director
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Date: 13/02/2017
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Details: Medical examination, genetic sequencing, and tissue sampling over the course of the past two weeks have revealed nothing anomalous in SCP-3048's physiology. Whatever lies behind the entity's longevity and its capacity to survive without nutrition and hydration remains as of yet unknown.
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It may better benefit the Foundation's research to see SCP-3048 returned to a state of health before continuing tests. I propose a long-term experiment with the following investigation plan:
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Establish a healthy weight and lack of nutrient deficiencies as the control state for SCP-3048.
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Begin regular medical examinations and tissue sampling.
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Test the effects of a single independent variable at a time.
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Record observations over a period long enough that symptoms become static.
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Allow SCP-3048 to return to control state prior to start of next trial.
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Some variables to investigate in this experiment may include water, vitamin C, iodine, and other vital nutrients. I believe these variables to be preferable for two reasons, one being the well-documented symptoms a non-anomalous human body experiences when deprived of such substances. The other reason is the ease with which we are able to manipulate the contents of SCP-3048's dietary supplements without its knowledge.
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From the desk of Dr. Florence Daley.
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Secure. Contain. Protect.
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██/02/2017: Experiment #3048-2 has been approved. — O5-██.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3104 is currently stored in Evidence Locker ████ in the Site-███ B Sector Security Substation, pending investigation. It is to remain there until the investigation is complete, at which point appropriate measures will be taken.
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Description: SCP-3104 is a [REDACTED] and infohazard. It does not represent a hazard to Foundation interests, operations, or personnel if it is securely contained and information about it is not known to those outside the containment project.
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+Warning: the following information has been secured with a mild selective disabling cognitohazard by approval of the O5 Council in order to prevent viewing and subsequent spread of an infohazard by Foundation personnel. It is designed to target Foundation personnel in the following departments:
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Internal Security
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External Security
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Internal Affairs
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Administration
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Records And Information Security Administration
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Ethics Committee
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O5 Council
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If you have gained access to this information through unapproved means, please close this document immediately and report to your supervisor. Do not read further. Do not disclose any information to your supervisor other than that you have been exposed to Cognitohazard-RAISA-3104 and require amnesticization. If you do not have a supervisor, please consult operational manual "RAISA Cognitohazards: Procedures and Treatment" for more information; secure the help of a coworker if required, but do not disclose any information to them other than that you have been exposed.
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Photograph taken by commander of MTF Δ-16 during containment.
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Special Containment Procedures: Foundation Security personnel and anyone involved in administrative hierarchy above Security are to be denied access to information regarding the nature of SCP-3104; this includes all administrative personnel from Level 3 to O5-level, as well as any Foundation internal affairs personnel, RAISA personnel, anyone reported to by any of these departments, and others responsible for enforcing rules which Foundation personnel in general have to follow; this extends to anyone responsible for rulemaking where the rules affect groups of 25 or larger. Any Foundation employee in these departments exposed to information about SCP-3104 is to be immediately treated with a Class-A amnestic.
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In the event SCP-3104 becomes relevant to Site or Foundation security, as determined by the currently assigned junior researcher, information regarding it is to be sanitized by junior personnel with Level 2 clearance or lower in accordance with standard STRICT-7 medium infohazard redaction regimes and passed upward through the Infohazard Advisory Council.
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The Internal Affairs and Security investigations are to be postponed indefinitely, through informal means, with the cooperation of the O5 Council and RAISA by way of the IAC.
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Evidence Locker ████ is to be locked with two locks, one of which has been internally welded shut.
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Breach containment procedures are to be devised, but such procedures are to be limited to containing the results of the breach and limiting public effects of same. Procedures are not to mention the nature of SCP-3104, only the outcomes of its effects and how best to contain them. Information control filters are to be devised to filter any mention of SCP-3104 from police bulletins, law enforcement websites, and INTERPOL communications.
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Description: SCP-3104 is a brick of cocaine wrapped in plastic, ordinary in appearance and weighing approximately one kilogram. It has no unusual physical characteristics, and testing has showed it to be identical in composition and effect (intensity inclusive) to non-anomalous cocaine. On the plastic wrap is handwriting, possibly in permanent marker, reading "200x."
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SCP-3104 is an infohazard affecting those responsible in some way for law enforcement, law enforcement administration, and similar activities. If a person meeting this criteria learns about it in any way (including being told of the existence of the item or seeing any part of the item), they are compelled to obtain the item and place it in custody, and to spread information about it to other law enforcement personnel. Subjects affected by this compulsion only consider SCP-3104 to be "in custody" if it is secured in an evidence locker or similar arrangement belonging to the organization they are an employee of or have control over.
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This has the effect of causing complete disruption of law enforcement activity in the event of any knowledge of SCP-3104 reaching any law enforcement official.
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SCP-3104 was contained on ██/██/198█, following a widespread exposure event. Knowledge of the item first reached the Foundation when Foundation police liasons in Florida received an all-points bulletin regarding SCP-3104, notifying police departments statewide of the existence of the item and stating that it was an "extremely illegal fugitive from justice last seen in Tampa."
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A mass migration of law enforcement officers to Tampa ensued, including nearly all Foundation security personnel in the state exposed to the bulletin and not working in a sealed facility. Post-operation review of public media showed that police attention centered on the Tampa Drug Enforcement Administration field office, which was under siege by an extremely large crowd of police officers on foot and in police vehicles. Eventually, a breaching crew from the Orlando County Sheriff's Office arrived, and managed to gain access to the building, at which point a crowd crush and melee ensued, resulting in ██ fatalities and ███ injuries.
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Several minutes later, MTF Δ-16 (ordinarily responsible for the distraction and containment of Euclid-class SCP-███ at Site-███, the closest Foundation facility to Tampa), arrived on scene in a pair of M60A3 Patton main battle tanks, making their way to and through the front door of the DEA office (and causing █ fatalities and ██ injuries to police officers crushed by the tank treads, as well as ██ Foundation fatalities as SCP-███ breached containment in their absence).
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Δ-16 secured the item and returned to Site-███, followed by several hundred police cruisers (each filled to capacity), five police helicopters, one light winged aircraft, and 20,654 police officers travelling on foot. Δ-16 then documented the item and placed it in Evidence Locker ████ in the B Sector Security Substation in accordance with procedure, then entered Debriefing Room B3 to await standard debriefing. Site staff described the attitude of Δ-16 members at this time as "jovial."
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Crowd control protocols at Site-███ were placed into effect immediately. The police cruisers arrived approximately simultaneously at the main entrance gate, eventually followed by stragglers over the next several days due to breakdowns and fuel exhaustion. The aircraft ran low on fuel and were forced to land. Amnestic fog canisters were used against the gathered law enforcement officers, removing the compulsion; the initial crowd dispersed on its own over the next several hours, with the Foundation providing tow service for those with disabled vehicles.
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It was determined during a debriefing interview that Δ-16 was not commanded by administration to secure SCP-3104; at that point, the Foundation at large had no awareness of it. An interview later determined that Δ-16-Epsilon (loader for the #2 tank) had a brother in the Drug Enforcement Administration, who had informed him of the seizure of the item during a routine family phone call; automated monitoring did not flag the call.
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At that point, Epsilon informed his squadmates; the MTF then manned their tanks and exited the Site through a closed gate. Security forces were alerted and prepared to mount a counterforce/retrieval operation of sufficient strength to counter the tanks, assuming Δ-16 had gone rogue or been otherwise compromised. By the time Δ-16 took control of the item and radioed that they were returning to base, the Foundation forces had reached the outskirts of Tampa. Rapid deployment operations at Site-███ were reviewed and revised following this incident.
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After researcher evaluation of the infohazardous effects of SCP-3104 and its effect on the Internal Affairs officer initially responsible for their debriefing, Δ-16 and said officer were treated using the debriefing room's inbuilt amnestic foggers. Δ-16 has been cleared of all wrongdoing regarding this incident.
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The crowd of officers proceeding without vehicles continued to arrive over the next several days in taxicabs, commandeered cars, and eventually, on foot, having walked the entire distance. Amnesticization procedures were performed on each as they arrived, and they were assisted with return to their homes and medical treatment where applicable, placing a temporary strain on Site-███'s medical department and motor pool.
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A disinformation campaign was enacted regarding a "police union march" and unrelated "crime wave," in order to explain the Tampa event and the effects of partial or complete absence of police presence throughout a large portion of Florida.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-316 needs no special containment, other than to prevent misuse by unauthorized personnel. Those operating SCP-316 should wear highly reflective full-body wear to prevent accidental exposure. Personnel privy to sensitive information should be kept out of visual range of SCP-316, due to its ability to induce a suggestive state.
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Description: SCP-316 is a bronze, aged carbide lamp. The casing corresponds to no manufactured models and appears to be homemade. The bulb is ordinary, and can be replaced without impeding the function of SCP-316. Internal circuitry of SCP-316 is constructed of an unknown metal, rather than copper. The casing has a battery compartment which takes two D batteries.
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SCP-316 does not function unless two D batteries are in the battery compartment with their positive ends facing each other. When switched on, SCP-316's bulb emits a nearly opaque beam of white light. Non-reflective objects and materials in contact with this light have their molecular structure rearranged into patterns which homogenize reflected photons, distributing their wavelengths equally throughout the visual spectrum. Effectively, over approximately 6 cumulative seconds of exposure, affected surfaces lose all color, retaining shades of gray of the same luminosity as the original surface. Reflective surfaces remain unaffected, but appear to stop SCP-316's light rather than reflecting it.
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SCP-316 has a temporary, but more drastic effect on living or sentient organisms. Its effect is spread evenly across an organism, even internally, as long as part of the organism is exposed to its light. Effects set in over approximately 27 cumulative seconds of exposure, and gradually wear off over the next 24 hours. In addition to loss of color, most affected organisms experience the following:
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Color-blindness
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Lower body temperature
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Low energy
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Slowed movements
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Monotonic, slurred speech
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Inattentiveness
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Short-term memory loss
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Apathy
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Lack of aggression
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Negligible emotional response
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Passive cooperation with instructions
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Relative lack of desire to lie or deceive
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Limited capacity for foresight or creative thought
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After recovering from the effects of SCP-316, most subjects report symptoms of nausea and depression for up to one week. Almost all subjects, once recovered, volunteer their displeasure at having been exposed to SCP-316, and may violently resist further exposure.
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Cross-experimentation between SCP-316 and uncooperative living SCPs for the purposes of pacification has been approved.
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Addendum 316-a:
+SCP-316 was recovered from the residence of a color-blind man arrested for counterfeiting in ████, Texas. The man had reportedly attempted to pay for items at a convenience store with colorless bills. A Secret Service investigator noted the apparent quality and validity of the bills, as well as the ink's chemical equivalency with federal ink, and the Foundation investigated. The subject's house was mostly colorless, as it seemed he had been using SCP-316 to navigate at night. Neighbors reported the subject to have been "withdrawn" and "depressingly dull". Subject was terminated and his property destroyed.
Image of SCP-3226, as displayed on original packaging.
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Item #: SCP-3226
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Object Class: Safe
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3226 is to be kept in its original promotional packaging and held within a moisture-controlled storage locker. The location of this locker is to be at least 20 meters from any biological laboratories or Foundation gravesites.
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Personnel with Level-2 or above security clearance may access SCP-3226 for experimentation. Prior to any testing of SCP-3226, written authorization must be provided by a researcher currently assigned to the object.
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Description: SCP-3226 is a pair of plastic headphones with a purple matte finish. A yellow graphic of a smiling skull is present on the outside of each speaker. SCP-3226 does not possess any identifiable method of audio input. Power is supplied by a pair of AAA batteries housed in a compartment over the left speaker; an on/off switch is present on this compartment.
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The box SCP-3226 was originally packaged in promotes the contents as "HEADBONES", subtitled with the text: "Hear What Your Skeleton Has To Say!!". No information pertaining to a manufacturer is present. The back of the box is printed with the following:
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X-rays let you see bones, but haven't you and your friends always wanted to HEAR them?! Now you can with HEADBONES™, the only way to hear what your skeleton has to say!! Just put them on, flip the switch, and you'll finally live the dream of listening to the AWESOME SOUNDS that all-natural bones make!!
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Your bones are SPECIAL, because no one else has your bones!! What better way to get that nice, relaxing tingle down your spine than to listen to something you'll ALWAYS have around you?!
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Don't be a LAZY BONES!! Try on a pair of HEADBONES™ today!!
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When SCP-3226 is powered on and worn, its wearer perceives a loud grating sound coming from all moving human skeletal joints within 20 meters, including their own.
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Sounds heard while wearing SCP-3226 cannot be detected with external instruments and seem to exist only in the mind of the wearer. Larger joints (e.g., knee joints) produce louder sounds than smaller joints (e.g., finger joints). The sound has been described by test subjects as akin to "nails on a chalkboard" or a "rusted door hinge", typically causing distress or mild annoyance but in some cases has resulted in severe nausea and headaches.
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If a wearer has worn SCP-3226 consistently for an extended period of time without removal,1 the individual will perceive the motion of any nearby mandible joints (including their own) as shrill speech containing complaints of excess warmth and being smothered. Speech ceases with cessation of mandible movement. (Revised, see addenda.)
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In several cases, wearers have additionally reported hearing sensual moans and other "erotic noises" originating from nearby skeletal remains. When such vocalizations can be heard via SCP-3226, the object will vibrate intensely until worn by a human or distanced from the remains (see addenda for experimental observations).
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Addendum SCP-3226-1: Example experimentation involving SCP-3226 in close proximity to remains of a deceased human individual.
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Experiment SCP-3226-14 involves a single D-Class personnel member, D-4689, stationed in a cell below a soundproofed single-chamber crematorium oven housing a nonanomalous corpse. During the experiment there are no other personnel within a 20 meter radius of D-4689; the experimental room is monitored via CCTV cameras.
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D-4689 is fully restrained (bodily and with additional wire support at the jaw) to prevent joint motion except at right wrist. D-4689 is instructed to listen to sounds from SCP-3226, and to raise his right hand upon hearing any recognizable speech. D-4689 does this approximately 2 hours after SCP-3226 is turned on. 30 minutes later, the crematorium oven is remotely activated. After another 30 minutes, SCP-3226 is removed and D-4689 is unrestrained and interviewed.
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The following is a portion of the post-experiment interview transcript of subject D-4689.
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<Begin Log, skip to 00h-03m-01s>
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D-4689: For hours and hours there was just this… scraping sound. I heard it each time I breathed in or out. I think my ribs felt a little weird then. Kind of shivery and tingly, but not in a great way.
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Dr. K███: At approximately two hours in you raised your right hand. What do you recall hearing then?
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D-4689: There was this nasty voice all the sudden. Kinda like the scraping noise, but suddenly it was words. Kept saying it was all wrapped up in something… Christ. And my wrist made an awful scrapey sound too when I moved it.
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Dr. K███: Do you remember its exact words?
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D-4689: Yeah… Yeah, it said "All wrapped up. Let’s take it off." Just those two sentences over and over for a few minutes. Sounded really close up, like it was inside my head. Made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Then it… changed.
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Dr. K███: Please continue.
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D-4689: It went quiet for a little while. I thought it was over, but then it started again. It still sounded awful, but I think it was… satisfied? Relaxed? Started saying, "Oh yeah" and moaning over and over 'til the headphones cut out. Never said anything else. [pause] I really don’t want to do this test again.
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Dr. K███: Thank you for your cooperation.
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<End Log>
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Addendum SCP-3226-2: During a transfer from containment at Site-██ to the recently renovated Site-██, SCP-3226 was noted to vibrate intensely while the Foundation motorcade passed through the intersection of ████████ and ████ in New Brunswick, New Jersey. The object’s power switch was in the off position at this time.
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Two days later, Dr. K███ and field agents returned to the intersection with SCP-3226 under the guise of road workers replacing a damaged water pipe. SCP-3226 again vibrated with frequency increasing with proximity to the intersection’s center. Dr. K███ donned and activated SCP-3226, upon which vibration ceased and a “flirtatious beckoning” voice was heard instructing Dr. K███ to “come over” and “get naked with me” while moaning intermittently.
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Skeletal remains of a 30-40 year old man, estimated to have been buried for 20 years, were found approximately 1.5 meters beneath the intersection’s center. After in site analysis showed the remains to be nonanomalous, local police were notified of their presence.
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Use of SCP-3226 for Foundation recovery missions is pending approval.
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Addendum SCP-3226-3: On 15/04/2013, Dr. K███ received the following letter at her personal residence. No return address was present and attempts to identify the sender have thus far been unsuccessful. Of note, the envelope the letter was sent in appeared to be clumsily-handled, with an additional excess of postage stamps.
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Greetings valued HEADBONES™ user!!
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You’ve used your HEADBONES™ a lot, so we hope you’ve enjoyed them as much as we do!! If you LIKE the AWESOME sounds your bones make, then you’ll LOVE the TUBULAR sounds your other body parts make!! Check out more of our INCREDIBLE products below!!
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Special Containment Procedures: Site 874-Beta shall be monitored by at least two security personnel at each entrance. SCP-3283-1 shall be held shut with a wooden dowel 1.5 meters in length. SCP-3283-2 shall have a metal bar bolted across it to hold the switch in the ON position, and a locking cover shall be mounted over the top of the entire switch and switch plate. The supervising researcher shall hold the key.
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Several personnel shall pose as a family, coming and going from Site 874-Beta on a schedule that reasonably impersonates that of a typical family. Additional research and security personnel shall come and go posing as house guests.
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Description: SCP-3283 is a sliding glass door (SCP-3283-1) and light switch (SCP-3283-2) in the dining room of a house in Boise, Idaho.
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When SCP-3283-2 is in the ON position, SCP-3283-1 behaves like an ordinary glass door. Entry and exit to the house are unimpeded and bring the user to the expected location. Switching SCP-3283-2 to the OFF position activates SCP-3283's anomalous effect, though this effect is not immediately apparent unless viewed during daylight.
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When activated, SCP-3283-2 leads to an alternative version of Boise (Boise-3283). Boise-3283 experiences continual darkness. No moon or sun are observable, and the stars appear closer and brighter than in the "standard" Boise (Boise-Prime). The patterns of stars in Boise-3283 do not correspond to those found in Boise-Prime.
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Boise-3283 is identical to Boise-Prime in every way save that all structures are completely vacant. While the outsides are painted and decorated as in Boise, the interiors have no flooring, paint, wallpaper, or any other adornment applied to the bare construction materials. Although there are no lights or appliances in Boise-3283's structures, electric devices brought by exploration teams do function when plugged into power outlets in these structures.
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Outside the city limits of Boise-3283 is a dense boreal forest covering all of the planet so far mapped by the Foundation. The Foundation is not aware of any additional anomalous properties of Boise-3283. It has yet to be determined whether the alternate Boise is another dimension, a physical tranformation of our own planet, another planet, or some other anomaly.
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SCP-3283 was discovered when the Boise Press-Gazette published an article describing a haunted house that had been abandoned repeatedly over the span of 3 years in the early 2000s. The article was forwarded to the Foundation by local sources, at which time the Foundation purchased the house and established the present cover procedures.
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Lead Researcher's Personal Notes:
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Research log, Dr. Arcia writing
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I volunteered for this spot hoping to find some fun spiritual phenomena. The Foundation will be glad to know that I am still batting a perfect .000 on discovering ghosts in my career. Right after we came into the house one of the MTF guys, Officer Smith, noticed that somebody had left the light switch by the back door on. When he turned it off the view through the door immediately went dark. I flipped it off and on a couple more times just to confirm what we were seeing.
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We requested a remote camera vehicle and a couple mapping drones and got to work exploring through the door with the light switch off. As far as we can see with these methods, all of Boise is there, but outside that there's just dense forest as far as we could fly the drones and still get them back. The only break was a tiny clearing around the area the Great Salt Lake should be. We didn't see any animals or people. No sun ever rose despite these explorations lasting several days.
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We've designated the anomaly SCP-3283. The door is designated SCP-3283-1 and the switch is SCP-3283-2. We've designated the alternate Boise as Boise-3283. Given the apparent lack of dangers, I'm requesting clearance from O5 to conduct manned surveys.
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[O5 Approval granted. MTF-2525 ("Bailey Busters") to remain at Site 874-Beta as exploration and response team.]
3 members of MTF-2525 (Commander Villasenor, Officer Tennison, and Officer Smith) outfitted with standard short-range exploration packs, armament, video equipment, and radios. Orders to survey to edge of Boise-3283. Team remotely monitored by Dr. Arcia (hereafter "Base").
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Base: Alright, we're clear on roles?
+Villasenor: Basic survey. Explore city but do not go into the woods. We got it, doc.
+Base: No need to be snippy, you know procedure with this stuff, gotta double-check everything.
+Villasenor: Yeah , yeah. Alright boys, let's go.
+Tennison: I'm a woman. So are you, actually.
+Villasenor: You know what I mean, smartass. Alright, proceeding through SCP-3283-1.
+Base: Alright, start with the first house directly to the north of this one. Enter and report.
+Villasenor: Proceeding to first house.
+Smith: Hey, look up! There's no moon!
+Tennison: Stars are awful bright, too.
+Smith: Kinda creeps me out.
+Villasenor: Focus, you're a professional! Base, we're at the house. Door's not locked, proceed?
+Base: Proceed. Aerial surveys didn't show any heat signatures to indicate occupation.
+Villasenor: Copy. Entering house.
+Smith: It looks like fresh construction in here!
+Base: Clarify, the video feed is too dark to make much out.
+Tennison: I can take care of that. Just let me get my floodlight out of my pack.
+Smith: What I mean is that outside everything looks just like it did back where you are, but inside everything's all bare concrete and drywall. Not even a switchplate on the power outlets. It's like somebody threw the house up, did the outside, then got the fuck out of Dodge.
+Villasenor: Language, Smith. Base, Tennison is doing a camera sweep with the spotlight. You picking it up?
+Base: Yeah. I have to agree with Smith on language, actually. Save the formality for your reports. Anyway, finish surveying the house and then proceed to the next.
+Villasenor: Copy.
+[NOTE: audio is interpersonal chatter between team for about 5 minutes. Video shows a sweep of the house.]
+Villasenor: Base, we're done with the first house. Everything is the same as the front room. Totally empty and unfinished. Proceeding to next house.
+Smith: Hope we see something interesting at some point.
+Tennison: You don't think this is interesting?
+[NOTE: recordings for the next several houses are similar]
+Villasenor: Base, we're at the corner of the street now. It occurs to me that I should point out we haven't seen any vehicles parked anywhere, but all the signage along the road is here and immaculately clean. There's light posts too, but the lights aren't on.
+Base: Copy. Continue along the same vector until you get to the treeline. No need to report unless you encounter something unusual.
+Smith: You mean other than the fact that we're in a ghost town?
+Villasenor: Cute. Remind me why you're on my team again?
+Smith: Because I shoot guns real good, sir. And because you like me.
+[NOTE: Tennison is heard chuckling]
+[NOTE: The remainder of the search continues in much the same manner until the treeline is reached]
+Villasenor: We're at the treeline. I'm not seeing anything anomalous, but the tree cover out there is thick. You can't even see a foot in with the starlight and our flashlights only get you about two yards more. I'm not seeing any signs of movement or light, not even a small animal, but all the same I'd like to come back now if you don't mind. Something about it doesn't sit right with me.
+Smith: I don't know, boss, there's something kinda mystical about the woods. It's almost like there's something out there waiting to meet us.
+Villasenor: If that was a joke, it wasn't funny. Base, we're heading back.
+Base: Copy. When you get back, we're going to have some stuff waiting for you. We want you to test out the light posts, power outlets, and network ports observed in town. When you get here, pick up the street light bulb, test lamp, and laptop. You'll test them next door.
+Villasenor: OK. Back in a jif.
+[NOTE: about 20 minutes of idle chatter as team returns.]
+Villasenor: Alright doc, give us the test equipment. Just FYI, you're buying the Red Lobster for making us stay out here longer.
+Base: Red Lobster? Really?
+Villasenor: You're in Boise, you got a better suggestion? And those cheddar biscuits are good.
+Smith: Oh hell yeah!
+Base: Fine, cheddar biscuits on me.
+[NOTE: team reports that they climbed a lamp post and installed the light bulb. They had to smash the light cover to access the socket. The light is confirmed to have come on]
+Tennison: Alright, we're heading into the house.
+Tennison: I'm plugging the lamp into a socket now.
+Smith: Lamp is on.
+Villasenor: Wait, what's that sound?
+Tennison: Ow!
+Base: Report?
+Tennison: The light buzzed and got really bright. Then it exploded a second later. It caught me in the hand.
+Base: Can anyone confirm that? It actually exploded, she didn't hit it on accident or something?
+Smith: Confirmed, it blew the heck up.
+Base: Noted. Try the network ports.
+Tennison: Way ahead of you Doc. We're plugged in and it looks like there's connectivity, but none of the websites I've tried seem to exist.
+Villasenor: Listen, if you're making a magical dark world, are you going to bring Yahoo or Reddit with you? Hell no. Try CNN.com or something normal like that.
+Tennison: Fair. CNN.com is loading, but slowly. Looks like the connection is only about 56kbps. We can see the top of the banner image though.
+Villasenor: OK, what the hell, Arcia? Is this a prank?
+Base: Why? What happened?
+Tennison: Well, the page loaded. apparently "CNN" stands for "Christ News Now".
+Villasenor: Seriously, are you messing with us? Did one of the techs redirect the laptop to a fake CNN page?
+Base: Listen, I'm not pranking you, but I'll have a senior tech examine the laptop when you get back. In the mean time, why don't you try foxnews.com? They seem like the sort to want a head start in the dark world.
+Villasenor: Funny. Tennison, go ahead.
+Tennison: OK, it's loaded. Fox News looks exactly the same. The banner shows today's date and the side poll is "Is the promise of an afterlife true?". 84% of respondents say yes. Same old Fox.
+Base: Copy. Alright, I don't really have anything else for you to do. Get back here and turn in the laptop to Tech █████████ for analysis, then we'll get those cheddar biscuits.
A second exploration was mounted with the intention of scouting the woods immediately surrounding Boise-3283. Commander Villasenor and officers Tennison and Smith were outfitted with standard expedition gear, radios, and remote video links. The exploration team scouted the woods to a distance of one kilometer from the perimeter but found nothing worth reporting. Dr. Arcia made the decision to recall the team and mount another expedition equipped for multiple days at a later time.
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While the team was en route back to SCP-3283, a new research assistant inadvertently switched SCP-3283-2 to ON while Dr. Arcia was out of the room. When he returned he turned SCP-3283-2 back to OFF but the video and radio links could not be re-established. The standby team was dispatched for rescue operations but could not find the missing team anywhere within 10km of their presumed return route.
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The exploration team was presumed lost. Due to the potential for loss of valuable staff and the lack of useful data resulting from explorations, O5 has ordered an immediate halt to exploration of Boise-3283. Operations for Site 874-Beta have been refocused to containment of SCP-3283.
Commander Villasenor and officers Tennison and Smith were equipped with standard expedition gear for an exploration of the woods surrounding Boise-3283. The expedition plan of record was to embark on a route directly north, scout approximately 2km into the woods, then return along the same route. To ensure that any unforeseen anomalous effects didn't affect navigation, Tennison was attached to a steel tether that spooled out as she advanced. The tether allowed Dr. Arcia to determine if the team veered off course and provided the team a marker for the return route.
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The following radio logs have been abridged where noted.
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Arcia: OK, Tennison's all buckled in. Ready to go?
+Villasenor: Yeah.
+Tennison: Yep.
+Smith: Roger.
+Arcia: Fredo actually.
+[NOTE: Villasenor groans audibly]
+Villasenor: Alright, let's roll.
+[NOTE: The team travels for approximately 20 minutes in silence.]
+Arcia: Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention we have a new research assistant for this one. He's here to monitor the tether equipment. Say hi to Dr. Young everyone.
+Smith: Hiya.
+Tennison: Hi.
+Smith: We can see the woods now and they're as dark and foreboding as ever. The stars are even extra close up and the light isn't making the visibility any better.
+Arcia: What was that about the stars? They look even closer? Can you stop for a moment and take some high res footage of the sky?
+Villasenor: Copy. Are you getting it?
+Arcia: Yep. Hey, do you see Orion anywhere? This time of year Orion should be extremely visible in this part of the world but I'm not seeing it?
+Villasenor: I'm not seeing it. Smith's shaking his head no.
+[NOTE: Radio is silent for about a minute]
+Villasenor: Hey! Smith, snap out of it! Stop standing there shaking your head.
+Smith: Huh? Oh, sorry. It's no excuse for the amateur hour act, but you have to admit the number of little differences add up to be pretty distracting. This is nothing like the usual job for us. There's nothing hostile to put my focus on, and I think it makes your brain sort of invent more abstract threats to take their place.
+Villasenor: OK, I feel that.
+Tennison: Smith, honestly you acting all weird is freaking me out more than Boise-3283. You've been fidgety the whole way, not just now. Slow your roll and take a breath.
+Smith: Right, right. Hey, can we maybe put our headlamps on now? I feel kinda naked going in there with no light.
+Villasenor: Good call, if melodramatic.
+Villasenor: Arcia, we're moving back out. We'll report when there's something interesting.
+[NOTE: The next several minutes are silent]
+Arcia: Hey, I can hear twigs snapping, are you guys in the woods yet?
+Tennison: Yeah, nothing interesting though. Just dark woods.
+Villasenor: No signs of animal life though. We're the only thing other than wind making sound out here. Not so much as a cricket.
+[NOTE: Several more minutes with only the sound of footfalls]
+Villasenor: Alright, by my reckoning we're 1km in and still nothing.
+Smith: What are you talking about? What the hell is that?
+Villasenor: What is what?
+Smith: That! 2 o'clock, there's a flickering orange light. I'd swear it was a bonfire but it's moving. It's sort of bobbing side to side.
+Tennison: Oh, I see it too!
+Villasenor: It's gone now.
+Smith: No, there's another one over there! 10 o'clock, I mean.
+Arcia: OK, quiet. All of you hold still and tell me if you hear anything.
+[NOTE: The team doesn't speak, but much fainter cracking of branches is heard on the audio feed.]
+Smith: [whispering] I can see both of the lights now, and they look like they're getting closer. Are they torches, maybe? I can hear footsteps.
+Villasenor: [whispering] Maybe? If they are, 2 of whoever they are to 3 of us with only expedition gear is odds I don't want to play. I'm ordering a retreat.
+Tennsion: [whispering] Dr. Young, I'm jogging back now. Engage the tether to spool up at my jogging pace.
+Young: Copy. Done.
+Smith: [whispering] Hey, are the footsteps getting faster?
+Villasenor: [whispering] I think so. I just checked our six and the lights seem to be closing faster too. I'd say that if they're torches they're only 500 meters out now.
+Smith: [whispering] We should run.
+Tennsion: [whispering] Agree.
+[NOTE: A loud snap is heard on the audio feed]
+Villasenor: RUN!
+[NOTE: The next several minutes are silent except the team's breathing and the two distinct groups of footfalls.]
+Smith: Fuck, whatever it is back there just screeched like a god damned barn owl!
+Tennison: I heard it too.
+[NOTE: A screech is audible on the audio feed]
+Young: That sounded close to you! How far out are you?
+Villasenor: House is just at the edge of visual range. We're almost there. Where's Arcia?
+Young: Don't tell him I told you, but he's in the bathroom. Nervous stomach. I'm going to smack the tether into fast wind mode, You're close enough that you shouldn't get too banged up and it will get you back faster. Grab onto officer Tennison please.
+[NOTE: A loud crack is heard]
+Young: SHIT! Shit! Shit shit shit shit shit shit!
+[Arcia's shoes are heard thudding into the room containing SCP-3283]
+Arcia: What the fuck happened? Why is it light through the door?
+Young: I switched the tether up to drag them back faster when they started hearing something screeching near them, but the tether snapped and smacked into SCP-3283-2!
+Arcia: Well flip it back! Shit!
+Arcia: Team, do you copy? Is anyone there?
+Smith: I copy but Tennison and Villasenor just vanished.
+Young: Their audio and video feeds are gone!
+Smith: Fuck! What's that? I'm almost there, get ready to slam the fucking door behind me and hit the switch.
+Arcia: Young, get on the door, I'll man the switch. Smith, count it down when you're 10 seconds out.
+[NOTE: A screech is heard. Its volume causes crackling on the audio feed.]
+Smith: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, HIT IT!
+[NOTE: The door is heard slamming shut. Approximately one second later an object audibly impacts the door with a great deal of force. Gunfire, from Smith, is heard.]
+Smith: FUCK! What the hell? God damn it!
+Arcia: Smith! Smith! Hold your fire, I got the switch. Nothing else is getting through.
+Smith: I'm going to make damn well sure.
+[NOTE: The sound of Smith peeling duct tape off a roll from his pack is heard.]
+Smith: OK, this shit stays taped in place. Got it? Arcia, is that your hiking stick over there? Jam it in the door. Make sure it won't open.
+Young: I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Sorry.
+Smith: You fucking piece of shit. Get over here.
+[NOTE: Dr. Arcia's report shows that at this time officer Smith began beating Dr. Young until another team member could be summoned to restrain him.]
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As a result of this incident, officer Smith was ordered to immediate debriefing. Dr. Young was terminated from his position, given amnestics, and reassigned elsewhere in the Foundation. Dr. Arcia received a formal reprimand for leaving a junior researcher unsupervised, but was not removed from duty. He was ordered to perform comprehensive analysis of the video and audio from the expedition to determine the feasibility of rescue operations.
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Exploration 2 debriefing notes and logs
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Inventory of officer Smith's pack
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One standard field flashlight
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One standard field headlamp
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Standard backup sidearm
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100 rounds of munitions
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Standard ration kit
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One personal utility knife. Engraving: "For Scout".
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Camera and radio gear.
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Duct tape
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Leather gloves
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Air filtration mask
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One personal collapsible baton
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Firestarter and tinder
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Flare gun and flares
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Binoculars.
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One copy of the Book of Mormon. Appears old, heavily noted.
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By Order of O5
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Due to anomalous nature of Book of Mormon (was not in pre-expedition inventory of officer's gear), book is designated SCP-3283-A and is to be transferred to forensic literary team for analysis.
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Debriefing of officer Smith. Dr. Carlsbad, M.D. conducting, Director [REDACTED] supervising remotely
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Carlsbad: To begin with, tell me what happened in your own words.
+Smith: It was supposed to be a standard recon. At first things were just like the first expedition I went on. Everything quiet, all peaceful. Only sound was the wind rustling in the trees. Honestly?
+Carlsbad: Please, always be honest. Can you continue?
+Smith: Honestly, I couldn't wait to get out there again. It's pure serenity. When you're out there, no voices but your closest team mates, it's bliss. You can really let your thoughts spill out and float on them. Back here? Sometimes you drown in them.
+Carlsbad: So to start this mission, would you say you felt calm?
+Smith: Absolutely. I had my two favorite ladies with me and we were going for a walk in the woods. That's as good as this job gets. And then the stars were wrong.
+Carlsbad: What do you mean "wrong"? Can you elaborate?
+Director: [through Carlsbad's earpiece] That information is need-to-know. Redirect your inquiry.
+Carlsbad: Smith, sorry to cut you off. The details of the sky aren't relevant to me. Why don't you tell me how it made you feel?
+Smith: Like the gravity turned off. I'm looking up, and I felt like my body was being lifted from the ground but my stomach was still stuck down there. For a minute, it's like I'd left Cap and Tenny behind and I'd been ascended to my own world.
+Carlsbad: Like an out-of-body experience?
+Smith: Kinda the opposite? Like, my body was leaving me and I was there with my girls. Like I didn't need my body anymore. Then…
+Carlsbad: Please, officer, continue.
+Smith: Huh? Oh, sorry. Then I was suddenly back and everyone else seemed a bit concerned. I tried to pull myself together. My team needed me. We carried on and eventually we got to the woods.
+Carlsbad: Tell me about that.
+Smith: The woods felt like they were made of darkness. Like if you didn't bear your own light in, you'd be snuffed out by it. I requested that we get our headlamps on before we went in. I didn't want to be in a situation where I lost my flashlight and had to struggle through my pack in the dark for the headlamp.
+Carlsbad: Did the headlamp make you feel safer?
+Smith: Safe doesn't feel like the right word…
+Carlsbad: Take your time.
+Smith: More like, well…
+[There are about 20 seconds of silence in the audio record]
+Smith: Like protected. Like the desire to illuminate creates a barrier around you.
+Carlsbad: And then you went in?
+Smith: Yeah. It was fine at first, but once we got a ways in Cap realized there weren't any sounds. No animals, no bugs, no people. Just us crunching on twigs and branches. We were talking to base about that when I saw the lights.
+Carlsbad: What did you feel when you saw the lights?
+Smith: I couldn't tell what they were at first, but my body knew to be scared. When we realized they were moving we switched to whispering through our radios. When we started hearing twigs we got the hell out of there.
+Carlsbad: Did these lights confer any type of feeling to you? Like your headlamp did?
+Smith: Yeah, I felt instantly that these were weapons. Like they wanted to break through my light and take me. So we ran.
+Carlsbad: And they kept closing?
+Smith: Yeah, and then the screeching started. Like a freaking barn owl.
+Carlsbad: Tell me about when you lost contact with base.
+Smith: Lost contact? What are you talking about? We just kept running.
+Carlsbad: Interesting…
+Director: [in Carlsbad's earpiece] The audio logs show a gap on the base side but none in his radio's local recording unit. Try asking about when he lost his team.
+Carlsbad: Sir, that feels rather insensitive to do at this time. We need to approach the topic carefully.
+Smith: What's going on, doc? Who are you talking to?
+Director: [in Carlsbad's earpiece] Use your best sensitivity but this is critical.
+Carlsbad: OK. Smith? Can you tell me about when you lost Villasenor and Tennison?
+[Approximately 1 minute of silence. Some sobbing is heard at approximately 45 seconds into this period]
+Carlsbad: Take your time, son.
+[Sobbing continues for approximately two more minutes.]
+Smith: There's nothing to say, really. We were running, and when we got in sight of the house I suddenly realized they weren't with me. I didn't even have time to slow down before I heard a screech practically on top of me and realized I couldn't stop to look for them or I'd be gone too.
+Carlsbad: That must have been a difficult choice to make.
+Smith: It wasn't at all. I'm going back with more guys and big ass guns as soon as we're done with this conversation. I just put everything I had into running and told the docs to be ready.The moment I got through the door I turned and opened fire in case they weren't ready. Young got the door closed in time and the bullets didn't even scratch the fucking thing. No anomalous materials, my ass.
+Carlsbad: You're going back? I don't see orders for that.
+Smith: Listen, the only reason my feet found the power to get to that door was that they were going to turn around and get my girls back. They're not dead until they're gone. I need you to submit the request, I think. This is a psych eval, isn't it? They don't have M.D.'s do the debriefings usually.
+Carlsbad: We have everything we need. Why don't you go get some bunk time?
+Smith: Sure, I'll do that.
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Debriefing Report, Dr. Carlsbad writing
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Smith is an intelligent young man with a flair for the dramatic in his speaking. He's emotionally and intellectually quite intelligent and has a gift for oratory. During our session he appeared to be of sound mind in spite of a normal and healthy grieving process.
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Smith is extremely motivated by his emotions but channels them into surprisingly sound decisions with remarkable conviction. He doesn't seem like the sort who changes his mind easily. He was fiercely loyal to his lost teammates and although he made a proper evaluation of his situation while fleeing, he shows more hope than Director [REDACTED] as to the survival of his teammates. It's not really my position to say who I agree with.
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Smith has requested permission to mount a rescue. In my opinion he is of sound mind and able to make rational decisions, so I see no reason not to pass along his request. I'll leave it to the wise men upstairs whether they feel the lost officers are worth the risk.
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Dr. [REDACTED] Carlsbad, M.D.
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Rescue Expedition
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By Order of O5
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O5 has determined that a rescue attempt is worthwhile. Officer Smith is ordered to take 5 men and heavy armaments into Boise-3283 and attempt to locate officers Villasenor and Tennison along the route of retreat. As a secondary objective, team should attempt to subdue or kill any of the torchbearers (to be designated SCP-3283-B) encountered and bring them back for analysis.
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Officer Smith (designated Lead) was permitted to select five task force members to form an assault team. Officers Marcus, Johnson, Diaz, Seung, and Russel (designated 1 through 5) were selected and were outfitted with assault and retrieval gear. As a precaution, SCP-3283-2 was duct taped in the OFF position and a technican was readied to shut and bar SCP-3283-1 if needed. No tethers were utilized due to the undiagnosed failure on the previous expedition. Dr Arcia (designated Base) supervised.
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Base: Alright, try to find your people. And remember, kill the hell out of anything else you find and bring that back too.
+Smith: Damn straight. Let's move out!
+[NOTE: a few minutes of silence pass as the team initially heads along the route still marked by the snapped tether]
+3: Hey boss, it's scary quiet out here. What should we be listening for?
+Smith: Listen for snapping branches and freaky owl screeches. And watch for those damn torches.
+3: Copy.
+1: Hey, Lead, I got a pack over here on the ground. Looks like Foundation-issue.
+Smith: Any tracks around it?
+1: No sir, not that I can make out.
+Smith: OK, so they break twigs but they don't leave tracks? Shit. OK boys, I want headlamps on and guns ready for the rest of this trip. I do not want to get caught by surprise again. Mouths shut, ears open.
+[NOTE: silence for several minutes]
+Smith: Base, we're at the treeline. We're going to fan out and check for any disturbances in the trees or brush that could be an entry point.
+Arcia: Copy. Be careful, Joe.
+Smith: Wish you would have said that last time.
+[NOTE: about 20 seconds of silence]
+Arcia: Well… please be careful anyway.
+Smith: Copy. Boys, you see anything?
+Smith: Everyone reports negative, Base. OK guys, come back to my position and we'll enter from here.
+1: Copy.
+2: Copy.
+4: Copy.
+5: Copy.
+Smith: Diaz, do you copy? Diaz! Anyone got Diaz?
+1: I'm the furthest out to this side, I can see you and he's nowhere between.
+5: Same.
+Smith: Shit. I knew they weren't right.
+Arcia: Who?
+Smith: Cap and Tenny.
+2: Wait, you saw them? Why didn't you signal?
+Smith: Huh? No, didn't see 'em. I just, you know, kinda felt them when we came through. Like they were telling me "it'll be OK, they don't need any more of you."
+1: OK, boss, you're sure you're OK?
+Arcia: This isn't really the time for psychology, but that's a pretty normal grief reaction. Smith, you sure you're OK to proceed?
+Smith: Yeah, sorry. I'll get over it. OK guys, let's go into the woods about 20 yards, then two of you will split to each side of me and go until my light is just at the edge of your vision. Then one more guy will break off and do the same thing. Then we'll go forward and try to drag up our people, or at least find some monsters to kill.
+Smith: OK, Base, we're proceeding. Everyone, switch your radios to broadcast and report directly to the doc if you see something. Everyone else, if someone reports a sighting, converge on his position. Now move!
+[NOTE: 2 minutes of silence]
+Smith: I see lights! I'm not waiting for them to hunt us down this time. I'm going to them!
+2: Hey, hold up! Shit, doc? He just took off without waiting for us to converge.
+Arcia: Smith? Smith, respond!
+Smith: The torches, Cap and Tenny are carrying torches now. They're not monsters at all, they want to show me their light! My light! I couldn't understand their speech before, but it's so clear now.
+2: Fuck. Guys, I'm taking the lead. Everyone run slant routes to close on Lead. That shrink was fucked himself if he thought Joe was ready for this. Don't worry, doc, we'll bring him back too!
+4: Hey, I'm pretty close to him and I'm not seeing any torches.
+Smith: They're not for you. They're my light, they're my girls. My family. I have to take my place with them. You're dirtying this place!
+[NOTE: Gunfire is heard and 4 is heard screaming]
+4: I'm hit! He fired at me. Guys, he's lost it. Treat him as hostile. He might have done in the other two himself for all we know.
+[NOTE: One more shot is heard]
+Smith: I can see where they gather. They're so beautiful. They've left everything behind. They wear light now. This is our kingdom. My kingdom. They're waiting for me, around the heart fire.
+2: His light just disappeared. Either he lost me or he turned it off. I'll keep closing on the last trajectory I spotted him on.
+5: I just got to Seung. He's dead. Smith shot him right in the head while he lay there.
+2: Cold, but we don't have time to worry about confirmed corpses. Keep trying to track down Smith.
+[NOTE: Gunshots]
+2: Russel?
+2: Shit! OK, Marcus, let's get the fuck out of here. Can't rescue anyone if we're dead. Start running and don't stop til you get to the door.
+1: Copy. I'm running.
+[NOTE: Approximately 2 minutes of heavy breathing]
+2: Whoah! He just ran right by me! He's freaking naked! He's wearing like a crown made out of sticks or something like that. There's horns made out of sticks on it too. What the hell?
+1: I see him, he's closing on me.
+[NOTE: Many gunshots]
+1: I fired at him but either I missed or they went right through him. He returned fire and I'm hit on the shoulder. Still running.
+1 I'm down, he got me in the leg. I'll try to hold him off, get the hell out of here Johnson!
+Smith: [faintly heard through 1's radio] I am resurrected. I have dominion. I am the light and the bringer of light and the light is in me and mine. I protect mine and my domain.
+[NOTE: A long exchange of gunfire]
+2: I think I'm the only one left, doc. Get the duct tape off that fucking switch and try not to flip it. Get ready. I'm in sight of the house.
+Arcia: Copy. Do I hear gunfire?
+2: Confirmed. He's a ways to my side but he's taking potshots. I can hear him shouting some kooky chant too. Something about light. He's closing on me way too fast. I should be in visual range of you in 10 seconds.
+Arcia: Confirmed, we've got visual on you. Look out, he's right behind you!
+2: Damn, I'm hit. My arm's dead, I don't think I can shoot back. Doc, I'm to the door in 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5.
+Arcia: Johnson? Shit, he's here!
+[NOTE: The slamming of SCP-3283-1 is heard]
+Arcia: Shhhhhiiiiiiiiit. Let the…let the record show I flipped the switch just as what we presume to be Smith reached his arm through. Tech has shut and secured SCP-3283-1. Smith's arm appears to be adorned with geometric drawings in mud. There's a ring made of woven grass on his finger.
+Tech: Whoah!
+Arcia: OK, the arm just sorted of turned into a black chalk and sunk through the floor. It's totally gone.
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By Order of O5
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SCP-3283 is to be permanently transitioned to containment-only. SCP-3283-2 shall be bolted permanently off and covered with a locking security box. Perform the necessary tests to ensure SCP-3283-2 cannot be broken through by physical assault or gunfire, and determine the most direct way to bar the door permanently
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Literary research memo regarding SCP-3283-A
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Object is a Book of Mormon, dating to approximately the same time frame as the estimated age of the house containing SCP-3283. It appears of ordinary make and wear for a book of its age, though no publication information can be found inside. It is extensively underlined and annotated in the margins. The notes are mostly interpretations common at the time, though the note taker does seem to take the conception of the afterlife rather more literally than his or her contemporaries.
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The book is largely unremarkable in the standard sections aside from a few rather morbid sketch interpretations of passages found stuck into the book on folded loose paper. The most notable (and possibly anomalous) feature of the book is a new final section, titled "A New New Testament". It contains a single book, "The Book of Hezekiah", which tells the story of a man's journey into the afterlife, and a history of the events he experiences in the afterlife. Here's a brief rundown:
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Hezekiah is an old man who has dutifully lived his life according to the teachings of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, but in the classic polygamist fashion. One day, while in prayer with his wives and children, he receives a testimony from God telling him he has earned his afterlife and laying out instructions on how he and his family will make the transition1.
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Hezekiah passes with his family through a portal and arrives in their afterlife. The text is unclear on whether they actually die first or simply get to go straight there. The book states that the afterlife is pastoral and "untainted by Mankind's depredations" save for a few familiar sights for the comfort of Hezekiah's family. At God's command, they seal the portal behind them. According to the text, they make their home in the woods of their new world, where "they are never blind for they bear their inner light to illuminate all."
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For a while Hezekiah and his family are at peace, but eventually they begin to feel lonely and wish for more people to join them in their afterlife. They want to hear new stories, have new friends, and grow their eternal family. Hezekiah feels that this afterlife is his dominion2 and he makes the decision to unseal the portal.
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God's wrath is immediate and painful. He turns them into "creatures as twisted up outside as within" and curses them so that "their light shall not illuminate but pervert all." The book comes to a rather abrupt close noting only that they flee into the woods to hide from God's wrathful eye and that they never again knew peace.
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My conclusion is that this is not dissimilar from other apocalyptic texts in the Christian tradition. Similarly to books such as Revelation, it was written well after the rest of the work it accompanies and pays little mind to the language and formalisms of the rest of the work. If not for the rather strange way this came into our possession I'd categorize this as religious fiction or possibly outsider art. I'll leave it to the folks up top to draw the appropriate larger conclusions.
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By Order of O5
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This order is a requisition by O5 Administrator █████████ for SCP-3283-A. Given recent events, the Administrator feels the book warrants closer inspection. Perhaps Dr. Arcia got what he wanted after all.
Five instances of SCP-3375 at the Aquarium Berlin in Germany.
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Two SCP-3375 instances, having recently finished a meal at the Monterey Bay Aquarium in Northern California.
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SCP-3375 instance in Sea Life London Aquarium, awaiting delivery of food.
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Item #: SCP-3375
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: All publicly-operated aquariums in North America and Europe hosting 500 or more species are to be monitored for the appearance of SCP-3375 instances.
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In the event that SCP-3375 instances are noticeably documented appearing in public view, a Foundation disinformation department team is to disseminate a story indicating that the presence of SCP-3375 was part of a trial-run “special event” involving trained animals on loan from a private institution. All staff of affected aquariums will be debriefed with a similar cover story.
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Coinage left by SCP-3375 is to be collected and stored in the nearest Foundation-owned facility. Writing left by SCP-3375 is to be removed using methods that are not obtrusive to aquarium inhabitants and onlookers.
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Description: SCP-3375 refers to an anomalous population of Heterocongrinae (garden eels) observed to spontaneously manifest in public aquariums in the North American and European continents1. SCP-3375 instances appear and generally behave identically to their non-anomalous counterparts.
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According to the limited collected data, SCP-3375 instances will typically manifest2 in large aquarium displays with sandy substrate ideal for burrowing, and emerge headfirst from the substrate during regular scheduled feeding times. SCP-3375, unlike their non-anomalous counterparts, will readily consume any small pieces of food present, and remain undisturbed by the presence of other animals3 in the area.
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Following the feeding period, SCP-3375 will retreat into the substrate, and after a period of 30 to 60 seconds, will reappear holding a single siglos4 coin in its mouth. An SCP-3375 instance will then deposit the coin on the substrate and withdraw into the burrow it originated from. Once SCP-3375 is no longer in view above the substrate, any evidence of the burrow it apparently occupied disappears. Coins produced by SCP-3375, while in unusually pristine condition, exhibit no anomalous properties.
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If no food is introduced to the tank at the time of SCP-3375 manifestation, SCP-3375 will remain at its burrow and placidly observe nearby fish. Should SCP-3375 be kept waiting for food longer than 10 minutes, it will retreat into its burrow without producing coinage5.
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On rare occasions, usually involving multiple instances of SCP-3375 manifesting in the same location, the first SCP-3375 instance to appear will leave its burrow and seek out the nearest flat surface. The SCP-3375 instance will then use its tail to deposit a layer of dark-colored mucus6 to form the script “سپاس”7. Upon such an act being performed, the SCP-3375 instance will return to its burrow, and all SCP-3375 present will each produce the typical siglos and collect the coins into a small pile, with the first SCP-3375 adding an additional siglos to the top of the collection.
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It is noted that SCP-3375 manifest exclusively in water environments that differ widely in animal and plant population from those preferred by their non-anomalous counterparts.
Photo of SCP-3577-127 discovered following its manifestation in temporary GoI-466 captivity. Of note is that SCP-3577-127 was chronologically 'born' following its generation event on 07/15/2020. Photo was allegedly taken on 07/15/2019, one year prior to SCP-3577-127's existence.
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Special Containment Procedures: As the majority of SCP-3577's containment is handled by GoI-466 ("Wilson's Wildlife Solutions") Foundation resources are to be focused on the research of the SCP-3577 anomaly.
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Currently, a pack of 16 unsterilized instances of SCP-3577 are held in Controlled Habitat-02 on Site-64 for research purposes. Personnel assigned to the observation and handling of SCP-3577 are to check all currently available documentation regarding individual instances in Foundation captivity on a daily basis, for the purpose of detecting any discrepancy in the number of instances in Controlled Habitat-02 or the length of time instances have spent in Foundation captivity. In such an event, containment procedures are to be adjusted depending on the extent of SCP-3577 generation.
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SCP-3577 instances of opposite sex are to be separated into groups and transferred to two secondary enclosures one week prior to the conclusion of a courting period. Following the conclusion of a courting period, enclosures must be checked for the generation of new SCP-3577 instances before releasing both groups back into Controlled Habitat-02.
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MTF Beta-4 ("Castaways") are currently engaged in an ongoing joint-effort operation with GoI-466 in order to locate and capture all undocumented instances of SCP-3577 in the wild, with the intent of sterilization and controlled release back into the wilderness.
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Description: SCP-3577 is the designation for multiple instances of Canis latrans1 that exhibit retroactive reality-altering properties in lieu of nonanomalous reproduction. To date, over 265 instances have been discovered and contained by both Foundation and GoI-466 personnel.
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Instances of SCP-3577 are otherwise identical to non-anomalous members of Canis latrans but display no naturally occuring reproductive behaviour. To date, no instance of SCP-3577 has been confirmed to be less than 4 years of age or observed to be visibly pregnant.
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Anomalous behaviour occurs following a 'courting' period, during which two SCP-3577 instances of opposite sex remain in each other's presence for 63 days. An exception to this occurs during a time period from February to March, in which the courting period is cut down to 31 days. SCP-3577 cannot initiate a courting period with a non-anomalous counterpart. Sterile instances of SCP-3577 are unable to initiate a courting period.
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Upon the conclusion of a courting period, a litter of 3-14 new adult instances of SCP-3577 will be generated in the surrounding general area of the original parent instances. All new instances are a genetic mixture of both parent instances and will invariably be 2 years younger than the female parent. The generation of a SCP-3577 instance to date has never been observed.
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Following the generation of additional SCP-3577 instances, information will be retroactively injected into the past two years that proves the existence of the corresponding SCP-3577 instances prior to their generation. Information created as a result of SCP-3577 includes:
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The appearance of tracks, droppings and animal remains produced during the last two years that can be linked back to new SCP-3577 instances and the area containing its generation point.
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The creation of documents and files having been chronologically produced at some point during the last two years, containing information regarding new SCP-3577 instances. Existing documents cannot be modified by SCP-3577's retroactivity.
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The generation of new SCP-3577 instances already fitted with Foundation-standard tracking collars and ID chips when born in Foundation captivity. All instances are generated with existing registry and tracking information logged into the SCP-3577 Database.
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The appearance of injuries resembling coyote attacks received in the past two years manifesting on humans who closely interact with SCP-3577 on a regular basis. Medical records will be altered with additions addressing incidents in which said individuals were attacked by a new instance of SCP-3577 and were treated for wounds at some point during the previous two years.
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SCP-3577 cannot affect memory; Retroactive existence of SCP-3577 instances consistently has a chronallagi rating of less than 0.012 and does not appear capable of causing paradoxes.
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Addendum 3577-A: To date, all instances of SCP-3577 have been discovered within the general area of Oregon, USA. Initial reports of unusual coyote populations were noted to have originated from within numerous Indian reservations located within Oregon, with the majority of accounts gathered from the Warm Springs Indian reservation throughout 2019.
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Investigation into previous Foundation activities within the Oregon area indicate that SCP-3577 does not appear to correlate with current or previous known anomalous activity related to Native American tribes located in Oregon or the greater United States.
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While the Foundation was not aware of the existence of SCP-3577 for an unknown number of years, numerous accounts had been made throughout Oregon from 1998 to 2016 involving civilians and the apparent collective loss of memories involving coyote-inflicted injuries and attacks despite the presence of previous documentation of said incidents. While previously designated as ongoing Extranormal Event-76f67, all information has since been confirmed as the result of previous SCP-3577 generation events.
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Prior to a request for Foundation intervention on 04/05/2019, GoI-466 ("Wilson's Wildlife Solutions") was reportedly relocating and rehabilitating instances of SCP-3577 within Warm Springs Indian reservation following the emergence of an explosive coyote population located on reservation land. GoI-466 was initially not aware of SCP-3577's properties and struggled to contain the anomaly for a period of time preluding the request for Foundation aid from GoI-466 individual Dr. Sylvester Baptise, one of the personnel responsible for GoI-466's containment of SCP-3577.
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As part of the Boring Agreement, GoI-466 agreed to offer the Foundation access to all documentation and correspondence involving their containment of SCP-3577 prior to the Foundation's awareness of the anomaly and installment of current containment procedures.
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Known internally as 'Project Acme', containment of SCP-3577 was headed by both Dr. Sylvester Baptise and his wife, Marie-Sophie Baptise. Marie-Sophie was present onsite at Warm Springs Indian reservation with the assistance of her son, Bandit "B.B." Baptise and a small group of volunteer workers throughout the course of Project Acme. Mr. Baptise remained at GoI-466 HQ in Boring, Oregon during this period of time.
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Addendum 3577-B: GOI-466 CORRESPONDENCE AND AFTER REPORT
Sent by: Dr. Sylvester Baptise
+Recipient(s): Bandit "B.B." Baptise
+Date: 03/20/2019
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Bandit,
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You should be receiving this once you're at Warm Springs. I don't think you're that familiar with the Tribal Council, so let your mother do the talking for the most part. I don't have to tell you to set up shop once you've arrived, so I'm going to assume that from here on out.
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Most of the documentation the council put together should be in the car, but I'll throw in some extra advice:
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As far as our priorities currently are, Project Acme is pretty low on Wilson's list. It's not that he doesn't care, it's just that he trusts us enough to get this done without needing his involvement.
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We still don't have any official numbers on the current coyote population. I've gotten everything from 30 to 100 but the important part is, there's more than there should be.
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I've only thought about this today, but a lot of these coyotes reported in the accounts don't seem to be pups. Not newborns, anyway. Maybe they're being pushed into a different territory. Doesn't explain why we've only just been hearing about them now. They can't be that sneaky.
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Wilson sends his regards, by the way. Tell your mother that aswell, I'm sure she'd appreciate it.
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Good luck!
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Dr. Sylvester Baptise
+Wilson's Wildlife Solutions
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Sent by: Bandit "B.B." Baptise
+Recipient(s): Dr. Sylvester Baptise
+Date: 03/23/2019
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Hey dad! Just wanted to let you know that we've finished setting up the pens. Just in time, we got lucky early on about last Thursday. A farmer phoned mom in the middle of the night, huge panic, told her he was looking at a pack of over 20 running and yammering around his yard like they owned the place. Killed his dogs, too. About seven of them gave us the slip but we managed to get the others, 22 in total.
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Mom's giving them all the standard checkups with the help from Amanda and Zeke. Great people, by the way. I'm so glad we're able to help them out. Volunteers are doing good too! There's these two girls who keep getting distracted, though. Keep wandering off like they're on spring break or something!!!
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Besides that, we're gonna try and reconnoiter some reconnaissance and see what the nitty-gritty is on the bigger packs. Gonna have to go mountain-man for a day or two, real off the grid shit; cars give the coyotes way too big a head start.
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Mom'll send you the records we made on the first 22 once we're done feeding them. Nothing's seeming out of the ordinary so far; they're healthy, they're not doing anything strange. Not even coywolves we're dealing with here. You're right though, way too many. When we got to the farmhouse the other night they were already at each other's throats over chicken bones and feathers. Not gonna be good living for them at that rate.
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Will keep you up to speed! Mom says hi to Wilson, btw.
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B.B.
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Sent by: Marie-Sophie Baptise
+Recipient(s): Dr. Sylvester Baptise
+Date: 03/24/2019
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heres the records
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bandit is going to take a photo of every coyote he can find and hes going to mark the locations of each major pack on a map and hes going to send it all to you and i hope thats good for you
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why did you make him pack the aye aye shirt
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Sent by: Dr. Sylvester Baptise
+Recipient(s): Bandit "B.B." Baptise
+Date: 03/24/2019
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Thank your mother for the files. Also, thank you for informing her about the dropbox. I figured it would make the process of information gathering much less stressful for her. I doubt she'll be using it, but I've put aside her records in a separate folder for her to add to or modify. Please let her know.
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Dr. Sylvester Baptise
+Wilson's Wildlife Solutions
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Sent by: Bandit "B.B." Baptise
+Recipient(s): Dr. Sylvester Baptise
+Date: 03/26/2019
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Hey so mom had to kick off one of the volunteers today, Kristen I think her name is. Caught her smoking dope in one of the storerooms with this one local fella I haven't seen much of, think he's the brother of one of the council members. He was nuts, covered in all these old scratches and marks and shit, kept yapping about how his mind can jump the gap. They had to bring a deputy in to get the guy out, wouldn't leave without a fight.
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So yeah that's the bad news. Good news is Project Acme's going strong. We've got a routine and we've pinned down the routes the coyotes usually take. Mostly it's just me tracking them and waiting for a good time to call in the cavalry. Wish you were here dad, you'd love the views. We're actually nabbing more than we can hold, even with a fourth pen up. Lois and the McMillans are willing to hold on to a few at the Sanctuary, so that's a relief atleast.
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Currently we're looking at over 40 so far that we've caught. I've seen more out in the wilderness but I'm struggling to keep up. Hoping we'll see their numbers thin out before mating season rolls up.
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Keeping a watchful eye!
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- B.B.
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Sent by: Marie-Sophie Baptise
+Recipient(s): Dr. Sylvester Baptise
+Date: 03/26/2019
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now before you say anything to anyone look i know the girls only 20 years old but she was hanging out with the most disgusting beast of a fucker ive ever met i bet if he didnt have pot she wouldnt have ever given him the time of day
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gotta solve these problems when they pop up
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i looked a little into his background and his name is geoffry gosset
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related to the paiute chief on the tribal council i think you know her well i dont
+i did find out that geoffry used to be heavily involved with a bunch of paiute religious ceremonies before he got the boot for constantly showing up drunk
+dunno if thats important or anything but he was squatting in warm springs up until today and every inch of him looked like it got savaged at some point
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he must have ran into the coyotes at one point and survived but theyre old injuries
+there were alot of injuries
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Sent by: Bandit "B.B." Baptise
+Recipient(s): Dr. Sylvester Baptise
+Date: 03/31/2019
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Hey! Just gonna throw a bunch more documents your way, I've been slacking with that lately. We sent 20 out of the 98 to the Sanctuary the other day. I don't know if that'll be enough to address the space concerns but hey, progress!
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It's funny, there's this one little guy that keeps following me back and forth every time I pass the pen. He keeps doing this thing where he gnashes his teeth against the bars, never making a sound. It's the dorkiest little thing I've seen them do.
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I hope little Wiley isn't too upset about his current accommodations, it's crowded in there! We'll get him back onto the prairie where he belongs once it's a wrap.
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- B.B.
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Sent by: Bandit "B.B." Baptise
+Recipient(s): Dr. Sylvester Baptise
+Date: 03/31/2019
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Dad, that wasn't me. I didn't send anything today until now. I'm going to need a bit of time to figure out how I'm going explain how that wasn't me but
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Ok I'm not sure but I'll try. We woke up to another commotion coming from the pens so we went and checked and we're not sure what happened. Maybe more coyotes slipped in because they got attracted by the noises, I don't know. It was like a game of canine Sardines in there, pulling them out was a nightmare. It's weird because the pens feel bigger, and they are. I checked the dimensions. They're all off.
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There were a few wandering outside captivity nearby too, but they're in our database. I checked my phone and that's when I found that message. I don't even know which one is that Wiley one.
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Also, I have two maps now. They're almost identical, they're covered in my handwriting and scribblings but the only difference is that one has slightly more written down. All the new additions are talking about packs and coyotes I definitely wasn't aware existed. It all sounds like I wrote it down but it's not me!!!
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Mom thinks there's something going on. I'm gonna talk about it with her a little more and get back to you.
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Sent by: Marie-Sophie Baptise
+Recipient(s): Dr. Sylvester Baptise
+Date: 03/31/2019
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amanda has a bite on her arm
+it looks like something i saw on that geoffry man
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bandit is getting a call from lois
+it isnt sounding great
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Sent by: Bandit "B.B." Baptise
+Recipient(s): Dr. Sylvester Baptise
+Date: 03/31/2019
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Getting calls coming in from Lois and the Sanctuary, none of them good. The five we sent somehow became twenty overnight. One managed to get out of her habitat and nearly savaged Little McMillan. They haven't been breeding; all the new ones are adults from what I've been told. And the weirdest part is, they all have documentation from when they arrived. We have documentation on them too!!!
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We've got documentation on every new coyote that's popped up. It's all in mom's writing (and I can tell right away when it's her writing) but she doesn't remember ever making half of them. I don't either, nobody does.
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Dad, have you seen anything like this before? Anything weirder than this?
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- B.B.
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Sent by: Marie-Sophie Baptise
+Recipient(s): Dr. Sylvester Baptise
+Date: 04/01/2019
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a few years ago the tribal council of warm springs published a psa video detailing how visitors should respect the wildlife and what they can do to avoid predator attacks
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i am currently looking at two different versions of the same video on the same youtube and the major difference between the two is one has a clip of amanda with a fresh coyote bite as part of a segment showing how you can treat bite wounds
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she doesnt remember ever being involved in making that video either one of them
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i managed to get them taken down but bandit will send you copies
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Sent by: Dr. Sylvester Baptise
+Recipient(s): Marie-Sophie Baptise, Bandit "B.B." Baptise, Additional Staff
+Date: 04/02/2019
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To all involved with Project Acme,
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Following the information I have received, I will be adjusting Project Acme's current status from Slight Concern to Highly Unusual. As the information I am obtaining regarding recent occurrences in Project Acme is still developing, I hereby respectfully ask that everybody stay on-guard for the time being. Wilson and I will continue to deliberate on what step to take next.
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Keep a close eye on the coyotes you've already wrangled. If there's any you don't recognize, check the files you've already assembled. I'm hopeful that you've all already separated the authentic articles from those relating to our current troubles.
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I'm sure Marie-Sophie and B.B. will be able to assist with any concerns or questions you may have regarding what exactly we're dealing with.
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Dr. Sylvester Baptise
+Wilson's Wildlife Solutions
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Sent by: Marie-Sophie Baptise
+Recipient(s): Dr. Sylvester Baptise
+Date: 04/03/2019
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its worse than i thought zeke was hospitalized
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keyword being was
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theres a horrible gash all the way down his throat and hes lost his voice the damage goes deep but he hasnt a clue what caused it
+it didnt kill him its just like amandas and geoffrys its already healed
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the hospital even has files on record of the night he had to go in for surgery because of a coyote bite to his neck
+back in september 2017
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volunteers are getting scared they think itll happen to them eventually
+theyre gonna be right
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i have a theory but bandit is still finding things
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Sent by: Bandit "B.B." Baptise
+Recipient(s): Dr. Sylvester Baptise
+Date: 04/04/2019
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Dad, here's what I've found so far:
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I've checked the new notes on the second map and followed them back to where I allegedly found more coyotes. I guess I wasn't wrong? I've seen a couple but I haven't the chance to properly settle down and check. I did notice more tracks than usual, though.
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People are getting weird injuries. They look like old ones, too. All scabbed over with fixed skin, nothing but scars and aches. Anyone who has one can't remember what made them. Hospital claims they've all been in ER for coyote attacks, otherwise we'll find an email or a written note sourced from the Council about a years-old incident if the wound was treated here.
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I can't exactly remember how mom put it, but the coyotes are 'filling in' gaps in the information we made with new details about themselves. If they can't do that, they either give up or make an obvious copy with their own changes. I have no idea how. Again, paraphrasing mom.
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She's still looking into it. Thinking she'll want some more attention from the rest of you guys when she comes to a conclusion. It's looking to be that way.
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- B.B.
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Sent by: Dr. Sylvester Baptise
+Recipient(s): All WWS Employees
+Date: 04/05/2019
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To all,
+
I will be contacting the Foundation with a request for aid and assistance on Project Acme following the growing threat displayed by the fauna anomaly that has been encountered. It's evident that we do not have the resources or the ability to contain the self-replicating and reality-altering effects that have been exhibited by the subjects associated with the anomaly.
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All involved with Project Acme are to relocate to a preferably safe location outside of Warm Springs and remain there until the all-clear has been received from onsite Foundation reinforcements. Ensure the evacuation of any civilian residents or transients.
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Following the all-clear, stand by for additional orders from either myself or the highest ranked Foundation authority present.
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Stay safe, everyone.
+
Dr. Sylvester Baptise
+Wilson's Wildlife Solutions
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Sent by: Marie-Sophie Baptise
+Recipient(s): Dr. Sylvester Baptise
+Date: 04/05/2019
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sylvester you fuck what the hell are you doing
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this is why you are a horrible little rodent man so stop it stop it right now
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Sent by: Dr. Sylvester Baptise
+Recipient(s): Marie-Sophie Baptise
+Date: 04/05/2019
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I know you're stressed and receiving this news certainly doesn't help, but the unfortunate reality is this is the only option we have left. I understand you were trying to figure out the cause and purpose of the anomaly, but that is a domain that is more preferably handled by the Foundation. We really don't have the time to spend sinking into additional research, especially with how in the dark we are regarding the extent of the anomaly.
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I'm not ready to be reckless, especially with you and Bandit in the eye of the storm. I let my guard down again and it'll be a repeat of Safari Dave.
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Please, I just want to ensure that both of you are safe.
+
Dr. Sylvester Baptise
+Wilson's Wildlife Solutions
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Sent by: Marie-Sophie Baptise
+Recipient(s): Dr. Sylvester Baptise
+Date: 04/05/2019
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oh god you and your fucking aye aye
+of all the times to fucking bring the aye aye up
+
this is not a heLP IN THE SLIGHTEST
+EVERY TIME THE SUPERVISORS STEP IN THEY GOBBLE UP A BIGGER PIECE OF US
+THEY TAKE THIS WHAT WILL THEY COME FOR NEXT
+MAYBE THEYLL COME BACK FOR THE TURTLES SYLVESTER
+WOULD YOU LIKE THEM TO TAKE THE TURTLES BACK
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Sent by: Bandit "B.B." Baptise
+Recipient(s): All WWS Employees
+Date: 04/05/2019
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Hey, dad. Everyone. Foundation too I guess.
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I'm gonna try something. I'm basing it on info I can hardly keep in my head but it's an idea. If it's all smiles by tomorrow, then it worked.
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Wish me luck!
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- B.B.
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End of Correspondence
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Following this, official correspondence between Baptise relatives in connection to Project Acme ceased. Foundation liaisons in association with GoI-466 shortly thereafter received an urgent request for assistance from Dr. Baptise detailing the need for containment of a developing anomaly, including multiple indicators for an anomaly of a self-replicating and/or infohazard-based nature.
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Although Dr. Baptise specified the need for a significant armed response to curb the threat of potentially overwhelming numbers of SCP-3577, a Foundation Resources Committee decided that a reconnaissance operation fielded by a small number of operatives from MTF Beta-4 ("Castaways") would be an adequate and less resource-intensive alternative.
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Following the approval of Dr. Baptise's request, a reconnaissance team consisting of three operatives from MTF Beta-4 was deployed to Warm Springs Indian reservation to assess the situation and relay ground conditions to Site-64.
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All individuals associated with GoI-466 were found to still be present within reservation territory, along with a smaller number of SCP-3577 instances than indicated through initial intel, with 32 initially accounted for and contained.
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All instances in GoI-466 captivity were discovered to have been retroactively sterilized by Bandit "B.B." Baptise through a poorly understood mechanism of the anomaly produced by SCP-3577. This apparently resulted in the consequential nonexistence of the then-latest generation of SCP-3577, leading to the cessation of over 120 presumed instances. Physical evidence outside of documents and files could no longer be located and all wounds mentioned within Project Acme Correspondence could not be located on the aforementioned individuals.
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Additionally, the nonexistence of multiple SCP-3577 instances resulted in the disappearance of injuries from four civilian individuals outside of Warm Springs Indian reservation, causing a minor information breach that was quickly contained.
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Bandit "B.B." Baptise was initially interviewed following the official designation of SCP-3577 regarding the nature of his actions resulting in the successful containment of SCP-3577:
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So, I'm still sort of struggling with the ideas. It's time travel, I think? It's something about time, that's most of what I can remember.
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One thing that really stuck with me when my mom was studying them was when she said that they seem capable of interacting with the past, but not the present. I gotta tell you, that idea sounded insane to me. Freaky, freaky. Makes me understand why my dad got so spooked and made the call, but my mom's no fan of you guys. So when she found out what was happening, she got all heated and distracted and stopped trying to sort things out. Nobody knew what to do.
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So, basically, I tried doing something myself. So I figured, these coyotes can interact with the past, yeah? Can I do the same thing to them? I thought of what would work, like, I'd need some sort of medium to interact with the past. And that's when I saw the calendar. Calendar's perfect.
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So I got a pen and I made a little note for the date back when we found the first pack. That day became the day I was gonna spay and neuter every single coyote we got our hands on. I circled it. I starred it. Got really pumped to do it, even though it technically already happened.
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And you know what? It worked. Most productive day of my life and I don't even remember it. Set the precedent to neuter every coyote we caught ever since. Time fixed itself, left us with a lot less coyotes to deal with, thank god.
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You wanna know why we're named Wilson's Wildlife Solutions? Because stuff like that, it's the kind of solution you should aim for. The best kind of solution.
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Of note is that Bandit Baptise's arms and chest were covered in injuries consistent with SCP-3577 generation.
Special Containment Procedures: Members of the MTF Omega-21 ("Savage Garden") disguised as the local park rangers are tasked with monitoring the area around SCP-3824 and suppressing the public knowledge regarding its anomalous properties. All subjects experiencing SCP-3824's effect are to be misinformed or, if deemed necessary, administered Class-A amnestic.
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Any subject describing such symptoms as a minor pain in various body parts or obsessive thoughts related to barking after entering SCP-3824 is to be moved to the nearest Foundation facility for further study.
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Description: SCP-3824 is an area measuring approximately 40 m², located within a park in the town of ████████, Oregon. Upon entering SCP-3824, an individual will be subjected to a minor mind-affecting phenomenon and will spontaneously visualize a large number of domestic dogs (Canis lupus familiaris), hereinafter referred to as SCP-3824-1 instances. Although the visual appearance and breed of the instances vary on a case-by-case basis, most subjects described them as being remarkably small (2-10 cm in length along with the head and body) as well as possessing a large amount of fur.
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In all situations visualized by subjects, SCP-3824-1 instances were observed to exhibit an ordinary, non-violent behavior and demonstrate a positive attitude towards the subject. Since the initial discovery, only one exception was documented (for more detail, refer to the Addendum 3824.1). SCP-3824's effects will typically cease after approximately ten minutes following the subject exiting its area.
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If an ordinary canine enters SCP-3824, it will demonstrate aggressive behavior. In most observed cases, canines produced continuous vocalizations until they were removed from the area.
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Addendum. Experiment Log 3824-C
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D-1318 was ordered to enter SCP-3824 and remain in the area of its effect for ten minutes. This subject was chosen for the following test due to their history of animal abuse and negative overall attitude towards canines. Upon entering, D-1318 reported experiencing SCP-3824's anomalous effect and reacted aggressively to it. Approximately three minutes later, D-1318 had claimed to experience discomfort due to obsessive thoughts related to canines and barking, as well as a minor pain in different parts of the body. After ten minutes of the experiment, D-1318 was allowed to leave SCP-3824. Following the subject leaving the area, the anomalous effect ceased as normal.
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Over the course of the next three days, D-1318's mental state had deteriorated dramatically due to constant obsessive thoughts and visualizations related to open wounds and bleeding. Reportedly, in the images visualized by the subject, the amount of blood and the size of wounds had gradually increased over time.
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D-1318 expired for unknown reasons four days later after the experiment. During the subsequent autopsy, members of the medical team were subjected to a mind-affecting phenomenon similar to that of SCP-3824 and spontaneously visualized a large number of small (2-3 cm in length) organisms visually similar to canines emerging from a human corpse and running away in various directions shortly after. The anomalous effect ceased approximately five minutes later. The autopsy performed following the de-manifestation of anomalous effect showed no internal injuries within D-1318's body.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-398 is contained behind a reverse-airlock style containment chamber locking mechanism consisting of at least three steel doors and an atmospheric reduction system. A minimum of two guards must be stationed at the doors, remaining at a 50 m distance from the entrance to the SCP.
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Description: SCP-398 appears to all subjects as a hallway of some description; however, details differ between accounts. It is first seen as a hallway with white walls, plain wooden doors twenty (20) metres apart and approximately two (2) metres high, and brass handles, with no special attributes visible. This detail is consistent across all accounts. It was found on location at [DATA EXPUNGED] and upon investigation, a Dimensional Containment Site was set up around it. The remainder of the original building surrounding it is unremarkable and has been demolished as such.
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Addendum-398-A:
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Agent ██████ sent to research subject, equipped with a hand-held video camera with transmission feed. Agent ██████ travels down the hall.
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Agent ██████: The hall… it's changed.
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+Transmission shows no change in the hall's appearance.
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Control: Changed? How so?
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Agent ██████: It's different from when I walked in. Dark wood-paneled walls. Red carpet and Monet paintings. I like it.
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Control: Continue, Agent. Go in further.
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Agent ██████: Roger, sir. Continuing.
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Agent ██████ continues until the appearance of several doors. The door is similar in design to others in the location.
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Control: Agent ██████, open the one on the immediate right.
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Agent ██████: Yes, sir.
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Agent ██████ opens the door to reveal an unpainted and unfurnished room.
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Agent ██████: It seems to be a cafeteria.
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Control: A cafeteria? Is there anyone in it?
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Agent ██████: You can't see it? There's no one in here, just tables, chairs, and a buffet-style layout. Smells real good and I haven't had lunch yet.
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Control: Noted. Open the door opposite this room.
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Agent ██████ opens the door. It is identical to the first room in appearance.
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Agent ██████: This one… it's a bedroom.
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Control: A bedroom?
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Agent ██████: Yes, a child's room. The one I wanted from a catalog when I was a kid, because it had Spider-Man sheets. We couldn't afford it.
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Control: Noted. Continue. Open one more, and return, Agent.
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Agent ██████ exits the room and opens the one next to it. Again, it is identical to the first two.
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Agent ██████: She can't be here.
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Control: What, Agent? What's through this door?
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Agent ██████: … my old girlfriend. But she's married now, expecting a kid. The… person in the room can't be her.
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Control: Agent ██████, please return now.
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Agent ██████ lowers the camera and only the floor can be seen.
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Agent ██████: I want to make it right, baby. Shhh, it's okay, don't cry. It was all my fault.
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Footsteps are heard, and then a soft, incomprehensible crooning from Agent ██████.
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Control: Agent ██████? Did you hear me?
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Agent ██████: I'm so sorry I let you go. Don't you worry, it won't happen again.
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Control: Agent ██████, you will turn around, close the door, and return to the outside. That is an order!
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Agent ██████: With all due respect, sir, no. I can make it work this time.
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At this point, the camera is lifted and then the feed is abruptly ended.
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Addendum-398-B:
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After loss of Agent ██████, Class-D personnel are to be sent into SCP-398.
+Personnel D-193 and D-216 are sent equipped with hand-held video cameras to explore further.
+
Transcription of audio follows.
+
<begin log, skip to 00h-12m-41s>
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Control: Right, you two. Continue onward.
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D-193: Understood.
+
Transmission shows the same hall seen in Addendum-398-A. D-193 appears to be in front of D-216. D-216's feed shows D-193 walking ahead of him.
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D-193: There are doors. Shall I open one?
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Control: No. Continue onwards.
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The class-D personnel continue. After a few metres, D-216 gasps.
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Control: D-216? What's wrong?
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No answer is heard.
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D-193: He… seems to be unconscious, sir.
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Control: His vitals have dropped out. He's dead. Leave him and continue, 193.
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D-193: Roger, sir.
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██ seconds pass.
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D-193: The hall's changing, sir.
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The feed shows no change.
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Control: Describe.
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D-193: It's starting to look like the corridor outside of my old cell. I never wanted to see this again. But it looks like it gets better just up ahead.
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Control: Noted. Open the door to your left, 193.
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D-193 opens the door. It is identical to the rooms seen in Addendum-398-A. A burst of breath is heard from D-193. His heart rate rises.
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Control: What is it, 193?
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D-193: It's the basement we had in a house I lived in as a child. I always hated it, I never went in.
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D-193's voice is shaky.
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D-193: Oh god. Can you hear that? There are voices. Something's down there.
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Nothing can be heard except D-193's breathing.
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Control: What are they saying, 193?
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D-193: I don't know, but I'm getting out of here. It will get better further on. It has to.
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D-193 starts to run on down the hall.
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Control: Negative, D-193. Return at once.
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D-193: I can't, sir. It's terrible back there. It will be better further on. Much better.
+
The log continues for █ minutes until the feed is inexplicably cut off.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3988 is to be contained in a standard low-threat humanoid containment cell, with occasional minor amenities provided in the event that its cooperative behavior continues. Exceptional requests may be granted in the event that any of SCP-3988's information leads to its creator's arrest.
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Description: SCP-3988 is an animate human skeleton, approximately 1.8 meters in height and weighing roughly 8 kilograms.
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SCP-3988 is sapient, and capable of speech in English despite lacking the tissues responsible for vocalization. It displays intelligence and is capable of cognition and problem-solving at a level roughly equivalent to that of an average human adult. It is resistant to damage, with its composite bones possessing fracture toughness and yield stress analogous to those of medium-carbon steel and a Mohs hardness of approximately 9.7. Despite this, it is physically frail due to its low mass, and encounters difficulty lifting weights greater than 7 kilograms.
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The entity self-identifies as “Napoleon Bonyparts”, and claims that it is a product of thaumaturgic rituals performed by an unknown individual1 to whom SCP-3988 previously belonged, referred to by SCP-3988 as “Baron von Boneyard”, or more casually as “Doc”, “the boss”, or “Tony”. Its personality has been characterized by Foundation psychologists as predominantly genial and good-natured, albeit sarcastic and absent-minded. It possesses an apparent abundance of knowledge concerning necro-thaumaturgic principles, theory, and practice, some elements of which have been corroborated and verified by Foundation necromancers.
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Apart from its state of anomalous animation, sapience, and durability, SCP-3988 displays no other overt anomalous properties. It requires no sustenance or physical upkeep and is not currently considered a threat to interacting researchers.
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Discovery: SCP-3988's was initially located and detained in suburban Sacramento, California, United States of America. Over a period of several days, the Sacramento Police Department had received multiple reports of a “skeleton in a suit” wandering through the neighborhood of Glenwood Meadows, going door-to-door and attempting to distribute fliers advertising the services of a “licensed general-practice necromancer” by the name of “Baron von Boneyard”. Radio traffic from the precinct's central dispatch was flagged by Foundation listening posts embedded within the Sacramento area, and SCP-3988 was promptly brought into Foundation custody on July 8th, 2014 with minimal difficulty.
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On SCP-3988's person were a small number of personal effects, including:
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Clothing, consisting of a worn, gray three-piece pinstripe suit, vest, necktie, leather shoes, and black bowler hat, all missing manufacturer's tags or identifying marks
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One pocket watch, gold
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One pack of unfiltered Camel Straight cigarettes, three cigarettes missing
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One lighter, Bic, green
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Briefcase, brown leather, containing approximately 500 single-page folded brochures with information concerning the company/individual “Baron von Boneyard, General-Service Necromancer” and one unsealed, unmarked envelope containing a hand-written letter (text provided below)
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One dagger, steel, double-edged, 27 centimeters in length
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Apart from ridicule and sarcastic remarks, SCP-3988 did not resist its arrest by the recovery team. It has consistently cooperated with Foundation personnel since its containment and has been receptive to questioning and interview sessions. Notable example follows.
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+(Dr. Marquez enters interview cell and secures door behind her, then sits in the chair opposite SCP-3988. SCP-3988's hands are manacled to a restraining bracket welded to the desk.)
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SCP-3988: Nyeah! Hello again, Doctor Lipstick! What a sight for sore sockets!
+
(Dr. Marquez opens her clipboard and prepares a notepad and pen.)
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Dr. Marquez: Hello, SCP-3988. You… haven't forgotten my name, have you?
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SCP-3988: I could never forget a knockout like you, darlin'! You make a bony sap like me wish he had a heart. I'd tear that ticker out and put it right in your hands where it belongs! No mistake!
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(Dr. Marquez smiles.)
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Dr. Marquez: I'll make a note of your flattery. You've been here more than a month, 3988, and according to this you've acclimated more or less successfully. No incidents. Good behavior, all things considered. Are your accommodations satisfactory? Any complaints since the last time we spoke?
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SCP-3988: No way, Jose! Other than the bare walls, thin mattress, ugly jumpsuit, lack of smokes and absence of human contact, I'm just keeny peach! It's like a five-star resort! What a vacation destination you've got here! You must be booked to next century!
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Dr. Marquez: I'm not entirely unsympathetic. We do have an incentivization program for residents that consistently show cooperation, so before the month is out, as long as you keep it up, we can see about getting you some amenities. How's that sound?
+
(SCP-3988's jaw partially dislocates. It reaches up to snap its mandible back into place before continuing.)
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SCP-3988: Shiver me timbers, matey! Who told you how much I loves amenities? That's like my favorite kind of whatever! And boy howdy wow, it's good to know that I'm a resident! Here I was thinking I was some kind of prisoner being held against my will or something! What a comfort it is to have that dandy piece of information! Very reassuring! Like a cool refreshing ice cream cone in the middle of a goddamn blizzard!
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(Dr. Marquez nods absently, writing a note.)
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Dr. Marquez: I'm sure. Now, we have yet to conduct a proper intake interview, so that'll be the focus of this first session. I'll be asking you some questions about who you are, your background, and things like that. Honesty would be appreciated, if not exactly expected at this juncture. And if at any point you want to stop the interview, I'll leave and we can try again later. Alright?
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SCP-3988: Sure thing, Doc! Don't worry, your beautiful face is the only light in the dark tunnel that my life's turned into! You're probably gonna have to cancel on me, I bet!
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Dr. Marquez: Well, why don't we find out. Starting with the basics, do you have a name?
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SCP-3988: Hot diggity dingo, you mean I still get to have one? Dat's just gweat! Yeah, I got a name! I'm Napoleon Bonyparts, superstar skeleton and gentleman extraordinaire! The lean, mean, schmoozing machine! Dapper fella and all-around swell guy, at your service!
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(SCP-3988 removes its left hand with its right and taps its head with it in a mock salute, then reattaches it, deliberately replacing its restraints.)
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SCP-3988: Nyeah, these cuffs is pretty dumb, when you think about it! On account of me being as discombobulatable as I am handsome! But I'll play along! Wouldn't want to make the brass look bad, am I right?
+
(Dr. Marquez blinks, then writes another note. Containment Control hails Dr. Marquez on her radio, but she declines an enforcement team.)
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Dr. Marquez: I appreciate that, Napoleon. How did you get that name?
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SCP-3988: The Doc gave it to me when he made me! Didn't want me rattling around without a name, he said! And that makes a bunch of sense to me! Gotta have a name to go with this pristine mug of mine! Also he thought it was hilarious! It's not!
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Dr. Marquez: Right, the “Doc”. Or, according to this documentation, “Baron von Boneyard”. We're not familiar with him. Can you tell us anything about him?
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SCP-3988: Sure! All kinds of things, probably!
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Dr. Marquez: How about we start with who he is, exactly.
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SCP-3988: He's a necromancer! A wizard! A disarming, debonair devotee of the dark disciplines of death itself! He pulls the strings, and the dead dance! Or at least that's what he programmed me to say when anyone asks!
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Dr. Marquez: Programmed? Are you implying that you don't have free will?
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SCP-3988: I'm a fully-autonomous necromantic construct with a prefabricated soul matrix! I gots all kinds of free will, sweetheart! I'm a advanced prototype! I was the first boneboy he ever successfully animated, and he used me as a guinea pig to work out his experiments! Loads of 'em! I've worn a lot of hats over the years and I gots a barrel of integrated compulsions that I have no control over whatsoever! If I was a real boy, I'd probably be committed! Because of all the mental brain insanity I've got!
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Dr. Marquez: Insanity? From reading over these transcripts and interacting with you personally, I'd say you definitely seem eccentric, but I wouldn't necessarily say insane. What makes you say that?
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SCP-3988: Oh this is an easy one! Imagine you knew exactly what your purpose was in life! No doubts, no questions! Good ol' certainty! Right? You get me?
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Dr. Marquez: So far, yes.
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SCP-3988: Then imagine one day that God Hisself decides that, actually, he actually wants you to be something else! And he changes you to be that new thing, without asking whether you're okay with it! Now you have to throw out your entire know-how of who you ever was! And he doesn't bother erasing your memories or nothing, so you get to be really confused and conflicticated! And then imagine that he does that a bunch more times over the course of a few years! I'm only seven years old and I've been one hundred and eleven different people!
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Dr. Marquez: That… does sound difficult.
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SCP-3988: Yeah! I was first made to be a jester! A jokey joke guy! I was supposed to make witty-cisms and be funny! I'm not even allowed to change my tone of voice to accurately reflect how miserable I feel basically all the time! I keep trying but it doesn't work! Haha! So what else do you want to know?
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Dr. Marquez: Well. Ah… we can come back to that topic later, Napoleon, if you want. But for just now, can you tell us what the Baron's name is? Or where he is?
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SCP-3988: Nope! Tony's really secretive, befitting a mastermind of his stature! I have no idea where in southern California his lair definitely is, or what his last name is, or which specific dental office he's employed at! He took most of those details out of my head! But not all of them, I guess!
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(Dr. Marquez continues writing notes.)
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Dr. Marquez: I… see. And what exactly were you doing in Glenwood, when we found you?
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SCP-3988: Handing out fliers! Advertising! Just doing my latest job! Mr. Bonyparts, door-to-door salesman! The boss gave me the stuff, told me what to do, and sent me out there on my own! That was my directive! Tippy-tap around, throw some razzle-dazzle, and get the word out!
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Dr. Marquez: So… your creator programmed you to advertise his business, and sent you out in public. Unattended. Without a disguise, or any kind of protection.
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SCP-3988: Well, he did give me the Instant-Death Dagger to defend myself with! 'Cause of how I gots no muscles! That's a super-powerful magical artifact! Kills anyone it touches, guaranteed! But he never implanted any violent impulses in me or anything, so I didn't use it at all! Kind of scary! I'm a pass-o-fist by nature! Apparently!
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Dr. Marquez: Actually, we did perform tests on the knife you had. We didn't find any anomalous properties of any kind. It's… just a knife.
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(SCP-3988 vibrates briefly, clacks its jaw shut, and freezes for a short moment.)
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SCP-3988: … Huh! Well I… guess he lied to me! Haha! Funny stuff!
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Dr. Marquez: It doesn't seem to me like your Baron thought very much of this through, Napoleon. Especially considering the fact that you were captured and now you're… freely giving us all this information.
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SCP-3988: You got that right, sister! But I've got faith he'll sort it all out and come get me in the end! Because he designed me to think that! Although, like with a bunch of other stuff, he didn't program me not to say that he's a total amateur who's in way over his head and in a lot of debt with some very specific and angry demons! So he had to come up with this “general practice” racket to try to make some scratch on the side! And he made up that part about being fully licensed! That doesn't even make any sense! Who's giving out necromancer licenses, Voldemort? I guess that's why he's working on an army! He's boxed in and he knows he's going to have to start swingin' soon! Between the demons and you guys, things aren't looking good for Baron von Boneyard! Haha!
+Alright, Napoleon. It's crunch time. We've got to build the customer base and we've got to build it quick. Remember, focus on the afterlife communion and séance stuff more than anything else, people fall for that sentimental crap like dominoes and it's cheap as hell. You're walking proof this stuff works! Anyone that doesn't slam the door in your face is gonna be sold! Just work your charms and I'll be able to afford enough soulstuff to feed Gorzugaal, and I'll be able to get the reagents to stop Shiriok from watching me when I'm in the goddamn shower. Then we can quit out to the Caribbean, just like you wanted. We'll take the drones, load em up on a boat and knock over an island! I'll call it… Death Island, probably! We'll be sipping mai tais on a beach before the year's out, just you wait.
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+You're the man for the job, Napoleon, no bones about it. I'm counting on you. Stay safe and I'll see you in a few weeks. It's you and me against the world, buddy!
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In light of the information gathered from repeated interviews, SCP-3988 has been allowed a small number of personal material requests to encourage continued cooperation, including access to cigarettes and cable television. Dr. Marquez has also filed an official request to begin therapeutic counseling sessions with SCP-3988 to address its incipient mental health issues, which is currently awaiting Ethics Committee review.
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Investigation into PoI-6696 “Baron von Boneyard”'s whereabouts and activities is currently ongoing.
Special Containment Procedures: Any business found to be offering SCP-4145 is to be shut down by MTF Psi-19 ("Dream Catchers"), with any owners or employees detained for questioning. Any found victims are to be treated with a mnestic regimen. Foundation Webcrawler "God's Eye" is to scan websites for advertisements or discussion relating to SCP-4145. Any found mention of SCP-4145 is to be removed as per standard policy.
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Description: SCP-4145 is an experimental procedure sometimes used as a therapeutic technique, marketed as "Dissociative Dream Therapy™". As no instance of SCP-4145 has been recorded, little is known about SCP-4145 itself. However, marketing SCP-4145 claims it can isolate traumatic memories or negative emotions and experiences and physically separate and remove them. Without a subject to attach to, the core concepts of the memory would disperse into the Noosphere1. Tracking of individual concepts in the Noosphere is extremely challenging, so the outcome of those concepts is currently unknown. This causes an inability in subjects to accurately recall the experience and in most cases, causes an extreme disassociation with the memory, as if viewed from an outsider's perspective or in a dream-like state.
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SCP-4145 was brought to the Foundation's attention by advertisements for SCP-4145 posted on news websites, blogs, and social media. Through addresses attained from the advertisements, the Foundation identified locations where SCP-4145 was performed. Due to late action by the Foundation, the procedure became a popular method of "alternative therapy" on social media, though its anomalous nature was largely concealed. Several businesses have started performing SCP-4145 after the initial stores were shut down, confirming the existence of a distributor. Currently, the distributor is believed to be the Oneiroi Collective2, based on the group's claiming responsibility for discovered advertisements.
Felicity Meyers, a health blogger was identified as a recipient of SCP-4145 based on a post she made detailing her experience and her beliefs of its benefits. The following is a transcript from an interview, where Meyers describes their experience.
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+Meyers: Okay, so like, I was seeing all these ads and stuff for it [SCP-4145] and a lot of the other bloggers were posting about it so I decided to try it out. I had this experience a while back that was really bumming me out so I figured it was worth a shot, right?
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█████████: For the record, what was this experience you are describing?
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+Meyers: Oh gosh, I can barely remember it now. It seems so silly and random. I guess that means it worked right? Um, I think, like, [Pause] I was in a car, I remember cuz' I kept looking at the road. I think I was in the back though. There were trees passing by because I was going really fast and they kind of scared me. Oh, it was raining too. I was watching the rain drip down the window and I think I'm misremembering the next part because it seems really silly, but a big fruit truck came by and started losing control and then we stop and there's glass everywhere and next to me, my mom is dead. I think. As I said, I really don't remember much. It feels really weird thinking about it, like trying to describe a dream.
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+█████████: Okay ma'am. Continue, please. Describe the procedure.
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+Meyers: As I said, I don't remember much. I think they may have given me an anesthetic or something. I went to the building I saw from the ad and I talked to a lady at the front. I don't remember her face, though. I remember being put in a tube, maybe an MRI? There were some people with me, the doctors I think. Now that I think of it, I'm not sure they had faces at all. It didn't seem strange at the time. I felt a really hard pinch on my arm and then darkness. I woke up in my car, with the taste of my mom's peach preserves in my mouth. God, I haven't had that in years and years. Really sorry to bore you with all that. I wish I could be more helpful but that's really all I remember.
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+█████████: No, this has been very informative. Thank you for your time, Ms. Meyers.
On June 14, 2023, the project leads of SCP-4145 upgraded SCP-4145 from a Euclid class anomaly to a Keter class, citing a general failure to contain it. Despite the removal of advertisements and general use of amnesetics, awareness of the anomaly has not yet been fully sequestered. It is estimated that globally, around 1,000 people are exposed to SCP-4145 per year. Additionally, the effects of SCP-4145 seem to be worsening in certain cases. Many victims have reported the inability to remember or associate with key aspects, or in some cases, the entirety of the victim's life.3 Mnestic regimens have little effect on the symptoms.
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The most serious breach of containment was the disappearance of Nico Gutierrez, on May 2, 2023. Friends of Gutierrez report the victim planning to receive treatment for PTSD caused by the witnessing of his brother's death. As he was last seen entering a clinic specializing in SCP-4145, it is presumed his disappearance was caused as a result of the anomaly. It is unclear why Gutierrez disappeared, but its possible physical scars and other affected memories of the event were targeted by the anomaly. Upgrading the containment procedure is ongoing. In the meantime, efforts are to be made to limit casualties.
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Fascinating, isn't it?
+How resilient yet how fragile the human mind is
+How memories and emotions
+and simple concepts can make the whole thing fall apart
+That's why they come to us, we suppose
+In a dream, nothing is permanent
+In a dream, reality is whatever you want to be.
+We apologize for reaching out like this.
+We admit, it must seem rather cliché,
+but networks are what we do best.
+We realize you are frustrated
+There really isn't much to go on, isn't there?
+We understand
+We want to help
+We are going to show you what happened
+Be careful
+This goes much deeper than it may appear
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Feeling down?(dissasociativedreamtherapy.psy)
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+A new oneiroi appeared in my house. They look like a corp but they keep disintegrating. They said their name was Nico or Laundering Detergent, not sure which one is true. They are really hurt and I'm worried they're gonna get worse. What do I do?!?
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+That's terrible! Try to get them to lucidate, that usually helps corps.
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Developing Story: Incomplete Oneiroi Manifesting Throughout Oneiroi West
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Many sources have reported that corporeal dreamers are manifesting as fragmented consciousnesses, scattered throughout the dreamscape
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+Painful and pitiful, experts believe that these Oneiroi are not true corporeal minds but fragments shunted into our world. Its cause is unknown but may be related to illegal performances of Oneiritic Transformation, transmuting corps against their will.
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+Some sources report that the Oneiroi Collective itself is responsible for this. The veracity of this statement remains to be seen, but as stated by reporter Bees Knees and Toes "Big if true."
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Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-4204 are to remain in the safe deposit box located at Site-12 when not being utilized for testing. Removal of SCP-4204 from storage requires the authorization of the project's Research Head. Sites using SCP-4204 must meet the standards for lightning rod equipment outlined in Foundation Technical Document 4204-1.1
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No personnel used in tests of SCP-4204 are permitted to leave Site-12 under any circumstance, effective April 2007.
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Description: SCP-4204 is a collection of 55 coins measuring 6 cm in diameter with a thickness of .75 cm. Chemical analysis of the coins has determined they are a lead-iron pyrite alloy with a thin coating of 24 karat gold leaf. Carbon dating has placed the creation of SCP-4204 at approximately 2000 B.C.E.
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Side A of SCP-4204 is embossed with a stylized image of a full moon and the words "Said the thief to the moon," while Side B bears the image of a Waning Crescent with the text "I'll extinguish your light soon." This text is always perceived in the viewer's native language.
Procedure-4204: SCP-4204 is capable of being activated by any creature with the ability to speak and read.
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SCP-4204 must be gripped between the forefinger and the thumb of the right hand.
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The inscription must be then read aloud as the user places the edge of the coin on the palm of their left hand.
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The user must then roll the coin across their palm for at least one full rotation.
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SCP-4204 displays several anomalous properties when activated as described in Procedure-4204.
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The light reflected from the Moon will be completely obscured within a 25-kilometer radius of SCP-4204’s user.
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All incandescent and fluorescent lighting in a room entered or occupied by the user will shut off completely and are unable to be powered on until approximately 28 minutes after the user has exited the room. Natural lighting such as fire will be extinguished, while bioluminescent light sources will be reduced by a factor of 10.
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All security cameras within a 700-meter radius, including those equipped with infrared thermography or low light capabilities, will be unable to detect SCP-4204’s user.
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Electronics capable of emitting sound within 200 meters begin to play The Thief and the Moon by Shawn James2 at 25 decibels.
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Electronic and conventional safeguards such as locks will fail in a radius of 2 meters around the user. Simple mechanisms, like a boarded-up door, will be unaffected.
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SCP-4204’s effects will remain active until such time as the coin is removed from the user's person or the sun has risen in the user's location. SCP-4204 can only be activated at night and attempts to use it during the day have resulted in failure.
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Discovery: SCP-4204 was discovered when a person attempting to break into Fort Knox failed to exit the vault before sunrise. The aspiring bank robber, one Jesse Horton, aged 26, was discovered by the site's security officers, banging on the vault doors. After a review of the security footage, Horton was transferred to the FBI's Unusual Incidents Unit's custody.
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During Horton's transportation to the main UIU holding site, the armored vehicle was struck several times by lightning and overturned in a field. Several agents were incapacitated by the crash and Horton attempted to make a bid for freedom in the confusion. According to several conscious agents, Horton ran approximately 25 meters before being immolated by 12 consecutive bolts of lightning. At the location when he was reportedly struck, no body was found and a ring of charred grass surrounded a patch of freshly disturbed earth.
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Two years later in April 2000, SCP-4204 and its related files came into the Foundation ownership in exchange for information pertaining to an ongoing UIU investigation. A Foundation Recovery Task Force performed a sweep of Jesse Horton's family farm and discovered a small chest containing 55 additional instances of SCP-4204 buried .5 m under an ash tree surrounded by Aconitum variegatum. Agents reported seeing a large creature following them from a distance through the woods but were unequipped to engage or document it.
On the night of March 21, 2007, an instance of SCP-4204 was discovered to be missing from its safe deposit box. After a thorough search of the Site, only Dr. Theodore Leto was found to be missing from the campus. Over the next 4 nights, two banks within 20-kilometers of Dr. Leto's home were robbed with no witnesses and no security footage. MTF Upsilon-11, "Avalon's Wake," was dispatched to the home to contain the anomaly. However, only Dr. Leto's wife, daughter and a caretaker were discovered at the location. Mrs. Leto and the caretaker were brought in for questioning; the daughter was unable to be moved due to complications from her Stage 3 leukemia.
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Mrs. Leto was able to point the investigation to a remote cabin that her husband used for fishing and hiking. MTF members arriving on the scene noted that the roof of the cabin was completely covered by lightning rods. A search of the premises revealed a small quantity of blood matching that of Dr. Leto, and a note written by a crude tool or carving instrument on the wall of the cabin, which is available below.
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Such a crime committed for love is still heresy against nature. Who are you to pluck the moon from the sky?
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But it is because of your love that your punishment falls lightly on your shoulders. Consider it mercy.
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Footprints determined to be left by a bipedal lupine entity were found around the cabin. The entity appears to have circled the structure three times before entering it and reemerging with Dr. Leto. The MTF traced the tracks to a small cave 200m north of the cabin where they abruptly disappeared. Dr. Leto has been declared Missing in Action and the stolen SCP-4204 instance was not recovered.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4275 is to remain at its current location. An exclusion zone of 200m radius is to be established with warning buoys and underwater surveillance. Monitoring is to be handled by a liaison within the Port Authority. Embedded assets in the nearby Coast Guard station can be called in should a cascade event result in an instance of SCP-4275-1.
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Description: SCP-4275 is a granite statue located underwater at a depth of 18 m, 5 km off Sandy Hook Barrier Spit in New Jersey. It depicts a muscular male over 50, dressed in attire common to fishermen and dock workers in the early 20th century. Sedimentary analysis places it at its current location since the 1930s. SCP-4275 is affixed to a concrete base by spikes of naval brass, driven through the statue’s feet. Samples of both concrete and brass are consistent with materials produced in the New England region during WWII. Samples of statue show unusual structure consistent with petrified tissue.
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Damage to SCP-4275 produces anomalous effects, even if the damage is not visible. Natural erosion causes moderate discomfort in humans and animals within a 5 meter radius, but any greater damage has dangerous and unpredictable effects, including:
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Danger exists of a cascade event wherein the effect of damage results in further damage. Due to this risk, no requests for further testing are being accepted at this time. A method of relocating SCP-4275 to a more secure location without causing damage is being investigated.
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Addendum 1: Abridged list of notable incidents and their effects.
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Date: 17 APR 2004
+Incident: Sample removed for testing.
+Damage: 4 mm3 chip removed from SCP-4275.
+Effects: Three draft horses being transported by ferry broke restraints and ran rampant, resulting in multiple injuries but no human fatalities. Two horses self-terminated, one via the ferry’s propeller and one via drowning. One horse was terminated by gunshot wound.
+Outcome: Incident was not correlated with sample-gathering attempt until 2011.
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Date: 22 JUN 2010
+Incident: Sample removed for testing.
+Damage: 1 cm3 chip removed from SCP-4275.
+Effects: 3.9 magnitude earthquake felt in Long Island.
+Outcome: Sample lost during earthquake. Correlation noted and investigated. Location of epicenter falsified in geological data. Closer monitoring advised.
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Date: ██ ███ ████
+Incident:Accidental release of anchor from Foundation research vessel ████. Attempted seismic scan of internal structure by Foundation research vessel ████.
+Damage: Internal, likely originating from spikes used to affix statue to base, followed by significant scoring damage on back of statue.
+Effects: Only known cascade event. Only known creation of instance of SCP-4275-1.
+Outcome: Foundation naval assets called in to commence long-range bombardment. Bombardment successful in terminating SCP-4275-1 and cascade event halted. Cover story about naval war games disseminated to media. Site Director approves salvage of SCP-4275 to avoid further incidents.
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[Note: As it was not known at the time that movement would cause internal damage, incident was initially believed to be the fault of investigating researchers. It is now believed that the release of research vessel ████’s anchor was induced by SCP-4275 itself.]
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Date: 7 JAN 2015
+Incident: Attempted salvage of SCP-4275. Object wrapped in waterproof padding material, secured with chain.
+Damage: 6 cm crack in left foot.
+Effects: Massive thaumasonic discharge.
+Outcome: Two agents in the water expired instantly from internal liquefaction. Three agents on deck suffered psychogenic cardiac arrest. One successfully resuscitated, but suffered permanent loss of hearing. All further salvage operations halted pending review.
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Addendum 2: Agents executing an unrelated raid found their target, a former salvage diver designated PoI-13322, deceased via petrification. Samples of the statue matched the composition of SCP-4275.
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Security footage of a confrontation between PoI-13322 and an individual identified as PoI-5176
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Security footage: Digitally recorded on an external drive. Camera was rendered inoperable by calcification of internal components. Extremely poor audio quality due to microphone placement near air vent.
Summary: Confrontation between PoI-13322 and PoI-5176. Speech is unintelligible due to poor audio quality.
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<00:01> PoI-13322 escorts a woman identified as PoI-5176 into his office. She wears sunglasses and a headscarf. Red hair is partially visible underneath.
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<00:05> PoI-13322 motions for PoI-5176 to take a seat. She remains standing, pacing the room and examining objects.
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[Unintelligible dialogue for 3 minutes, 6 seconds]
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<03:11> PoI-13322 pulls out two bundles wrapped in handkerchiefs2 and tries to draw PoI-5176’s attention. He grows visibly annoyed as she makes small talk but otherwise ignores him.
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<03:26> PoI-5176 reaches a plaque on the wall and pauses. Her body language becomes rigid. Frame analysis shows movement under headscarf.
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<03:29> PoI-13322 stands and starts showing off plaque. Body language and tone suggest bragging. He does not appear to notice her discomfort.
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<03:33> PoI-5176 turns suddenly, points at PoI-13322, and raises her voice.
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<03:36> PoI-13322 grabs PoI-5176’s wrist. Frame analysis shows significant movement under headscarf.
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[7 seconds of camera distortion during which can be heard raised voices followed by a loud crash and a metallic tearing sound.]
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<03:43> Footage returns. PoI-5176 clutches plaque in her hand.3 PoI-13322 is slumped against opposite wall.
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<03:45> PoI-13322 struggles to stand. Appears dazed. PoI-5176 drops plaque on desk.
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<03:50> PoI-5176 crosses room and lifts PoI-13322 off the floor. She strikes him three times across the face, causing significant bleeding and orbital fracture.
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<03:52> PoI-5176 slams PoI-13322 against desk, cracking it. Previously visible hair no longer visible.
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<03:56> PoI-5176 releases PoI-13322, begins removing headscarf and sunglasses.
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Closing Statement: Since this incident, there have been no confirmed sightings of PoI-5176 and she remains at large. Due to her display of anomalous abilities, PoI-5176 is considered a high-value target.
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Note: Handwritten with a ballpoint pen. Handwriting analysis indicates emotional distress. Found attached to plaque with clear plastic tape. Letterhead matches paper found in office. Tape matches roll found on desk. Ink matches pens found in office. No recoverable fingerprints.
This plaque was meant as an epitaph for a dead god. His body is in your possession not far from here. Please return this to its rightful place at his feet.
SCP-4320: Show Me The Glint of Light on Broken Glass
+Author:pr0m37h3um
+Note: This version of the article is significantly updated from the original.
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I had this idea during the blood moon maybe a week after watching Arrival. Turns out it's hard to write a super ambitious article like this only a month after writing your first one. Here's hoping it'll do well.
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Thanks to Nerdibbles, my good friends poppychips and Rhi, my first semester British Literature class's student teacher, and various others for critique, as well as pxdnbluesoul and Petrograd for being the main driving forces behind my deciding to rewrite this article.
Special Containment Procedures: Under no circumstances are members of SCP-4320-2 to be allowed in the vicinity of SCP-4320-1.
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Mobile Task Force Pi-32 ("Stargazers") are to seek out and gather information on SCP-4320-2 individuals of interest to the Foundation, attempting to apprehend or recruit them if necessary.
Currently, the Foundation employs 38 SCP-4320-2 individuals (1 administrator, 19 site staff, 13 field personnel, and 5 long-term D-Class personnel) and is aware of the identity, personal details, and whereabouts of 8,827 more, 32 of whom are known to be affiliated with major Groups of Interest. An additional 35 SCP-4320-2 individuals (especially politicians and celebrities) have been made aware of the Foundation's existence and agreed to indirectly assist in efforts to suppress public knowledge of SCP-4320 under Procedure 4320-Apollo.
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Description: SCP-4320 is the collective designation for three separate but interconnected anomalies:
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SCP-4320-1 is a planetoid in orbit of the Earth. Despite being the same approximate size as the planet Mars and with an orbital semi-major axis distance only 1.72 times that of Luna, SCP-4320-1 has no apparent effect on its surrounding celestial neighborhood. Unlike Luna, SCP-4320-1 is not tidally locked relative to Earth.
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SCP-4320-2 is a group of individuals comprising roughly 0.000275% (previously thought to be 0.00025% prior to Incident 4320-Alpha) of the world population for a total of approximately 20000 individuals. SCP-4320-2 are defined by their ability to see SCP-4320-1 while others cannot. This ability appears to be inherited genetically, with the potential to skip generations.
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SCP-4320-3 is a humanoid civilization that inhabited SCP-4320-1 at an indeterminate point in the past. See the section titled 'Supplementary Documentation' for further information regarding SCP-4320-3.
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SCP-4320-1 is a natural satellite in orbit of the Earth only visible to members of SCP-4320-2. However, travel to and visibility of SCP-4320-1 is possible by those individuals who are not SCP-4320-2, but these individuals will only report being able to see SCP-4320-1 while outside of Luna's average orbital distance. However, the visual materialization of SCP-4320-1 is not instant, and individuals will not report it ever having been absent, only having gone unnoticed until an indeterminate point. Artifacts or samples taken outside of SCP-4320-1's 'visibility radius' will not exhibit its anomalous properties.
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The explicit nature of SCP-4320-1's perceptive suppression abilities and lack of apparent gravitational field at large distances are unknown. However, evidence suggests that SCP-4320-1 was deliberately hidden for unknown reasons.
SCP-4320-1 has an argon-rich nitrogen-oxygen atmosphere similar to that of Earth's and large bodies of freshwater. Scattered across the surface of SCP-4320-1 are the remnants of a highly advanced humanoid civilization (see Expedition Log 4320-A for more information). No life has ever been detected on SCP-4320-1, but robotic entities have been encountered, including what appear to be automated drones performing maintenance on the surrounding buildings. In addition, these cities are perfectly livable, and appear to have been lived in for several hundred to possibly even thousands of years, but contain powerful spatial-temporal anomalies (see Expedition Log 4320-A and Interview Log 4320-A for further information). It is presumed that the maintenance drones have kept the cities from falling into a state of disrepair, but how they have continued to function for as long as they have (samples date them as having been manufactured between 5000 and 10000 years ago) is unknown.
Team Members: Lieutenants Matt Cyterski and Andrew Butler (Butler is a member of SCP-4320-2), Researcher Amelia Zhang
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Notes: MTF operatives were armed with assault rifles. All team members were further equipped with a helmet-mounted camera, nonlethal sidearm, multi-tool, and cognitohazard-filtering visors. Due to the similarities between the atmospheres of SCP-4320-1's and Earth's atmospheres, only basic EVA suits were required.
Command: Affirmative, Captain. How's it going up there?
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Mendez: Well, we're on the surface. Haven't run into any life-threatening danger.
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Cyterski: Yet.
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Mendez: Hey, guys, keeping morale up is important, but the mission is too.
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Butler: Yes, Captain.
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Command: Alright, your task is to find as much information on SCP-4320 as possible: why SCP-4320-1 is hidden, why the -2s are special, and who or what -3 were.
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Mendez: You got it. Zhang's already looking in one of the buildings.
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Zhang: There's nothing remarkable in here. It's essentially just a round staircase that heads down into the center of the room, like you might find at an amphitheater, with a couple archways embedded in the stairs.
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Mendez: Well, I guess that's where we're heading.
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Mendez: Then let's go. Butler, Cyterski, keep your weapons locked and loaded. We don't know what we're gonna find in there.
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Butler and Cyterski: Copy.
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(Team follows Mendez into one of the archways, which leads into a descending, spiral-shaped passage which the team travels along for approximately 31 minutes. Several comments are made by members of the team about the length of the passage. Near the end, the passage becomes straight and levels out before sloping sharply upwards, opening into the center of a hemispherical empty space at least 1 kilometer in radius, the walls of which are lined with inscriptions in an unknown language.)
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Zhang: Well, that was underwhelming.
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Zhang: Not unless you're seeing less than a big empty space.
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Mendez: There's gotta be something in here. Whoever built it wouldn't have it if they didn't need it.
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Cyterski: Hey, uh… Butler, you okay?
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(No response from Butler. Feed still showed a successful live broadcast and stable vitals.)
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Command: Lieutenant Butler, do you copy?
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Butler: It's beautiful…
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Mendez: What the hell? Butler, snap out of it.
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Command: Butler, tell us what you see.
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(Silence from Butler for several seconds. Other team members show increasing signs of distress.)
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Command: Lieutenant Butler, you are under orders to respond.
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Mendez: Command, permission to abort?
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Command: Permission denied. You still need to-
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Butler: I can see them. Us. It's here. It's all here. The world. Our history. Our inheritance.
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Mendez: Command, we've got some weird shit going on. Butler's gone.
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Command: Please elaborate. He's still showing up on your feeds. How is he 'gone'?
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Mendez: He's gone in the way that I can still see him but I can tell he's not actually here.
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Command: Captain, you have orders to abort the mission.
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Mission was aborted and team returned to Site-73. No further broadcast was received from Butler, and all attempts to locate him have failed.
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Incident 4320-Alpha
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Several Foundation personnel, all SCP-4320-2 individuals, lost consciousness soon after mission abort. Reports were made of SCP-4320-2 individuals around the globe (both those known and previously undiscovered by the Foundation) losing consciousness. Procedure 4320-Apollo's disinformation campaigns were temporarily expanded to suppress discovery of SCP-4320.
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Following their return to consciousness, SCP-4320-2 personnel claimed to have witnessed visions of fragments of the inscriptions found within SCP-4320-1 and also claimed to have a basic understanding of their meanings (although many believed the true meanings were too difficult to describe in words). Personnel were asked to recreate the fragments they saw and linguistic analysis of the fragments was initiated soon after.
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Findings Report: Researcher Amelia Zhang
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SCP-4320-1 was once the home of SCP-4320-3, a highly advanced and highly religious society of humans, or at least a species similar enough to humans that they had the ability to reproduce with humans.
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Their religious beliefs weren't quite mirrored by any particular Earth religion. While they had the typical stuff (daily worship, selfless acts, et cetera), they also had an obsession with something they called 'Inheritance'. For those of you that read the expedition log, that's the last thing Butler said before we lost him.
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So, considering all that, what's the story behind SCP-4320? What's so important about this thing that it needs to be hidden?
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Here's what I think. I don't think Inheritance is a thing, at least not in the way we generally use the word 'thing'. It's their afterlife. But not in the way we generally use the word 'afterlife'.
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It's quite obvious at this point that SCP-4320-2 are the biological descendants of -3. It's been hypothesized for some time, but only now have we been able to confirm it. And it's clear that -1 affects -2 in ways we couldn't have imagined. But I think it goes beyond even that.
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Once that place claimed Butler, thousands of -2 around the world fell unconscious. I think that that moment was an awakening. That moment in that room. Butler claimed his Inheritance. Now that hidden planet is calling for the rest of its children to spread its word. And some are listening.
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We've gotten reports of cults with members who are both -2 and not popping up, worshipping Inheritance. If we can't stop them soon, they risk exposing the world to knowledge of SCP-4320. And then what do we do? We have no idea what Inheritance is. We have no way of contacting anyone who's entered Inheritance as far as we know. It's better not to send people into Inheritance blindly. So to avoid exposing the Foundation to the world, it's better still to prevent anyone from entering Inheritance at all.
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And I'm going to leave you with one final lingering question that none of us quite know the answer to. There's no way the human species evolved identically on both our planets. It's simply impossible. But if that's true, one of the planets had to have been inhabited before the other, or there had to be some other civilization that sired both of us. So who came first?
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SCP-4320 seems to have a long history, perhaps longer than we could ever imagined. But we could still only be seeing the beginning of it. There's no way to tell how long it will be until we can't hide 4320 from the public anymore. So we're going to have to play this by ear for a while. I suggest expanding our disinformation campaigns and working on finding more -2, possibly through genetic identification. We can't let anyone get the truth out. If we do, we risk exposure of the anomalous world and the Foundation as a whole.
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Researcher Amelia Zhang
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Request Form
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Please fill out and submit to site director.
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Name: Amelia Zhang
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Foundation ID #: 2012866
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Title: Researcher
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Current Assignment: SCP-4320
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Request: Researcher Zhang requests time off of work to complete Ph.D. and spend time with family (wife and children). Also requests reassignment upon return to Foundation.
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Request Status: Granted
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Thank you for your request, Researcher Zhang.
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Due to the recent reassignment of SCP-4320 Project Director Patrick Navarro, you will be expected to assume the status of SCP-4320 Project Director upon your return.
SCP-4338. Image taken during EVENT DN-4338-33, 09/04/1974.
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Special Containment Procedures: 6 FHT Class Security Frigates, along with Aquatic Research Vessel Herron will maintain a seven-point blockade around Moaha Island.1 At the beginning of each lunar month2, a varied assortment of food must be deposited into this island's volcanic crater, including:
50-80kg fish (e.g., tuna, salmon, marlin, dorado).
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These provisions, based on the staple foods of a Pacific/Oceanian native society, have a 78-83% chance of being accepted by SCP-4338. Should a deposit be rejected, the appointed "leader" should proceed to an isolated location to avoid destruction of Foundation property and additional loss of life. For more details, see "4338-DN Event Overview" below.
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Description: SCP-4338 is a sapient, levitating, 2.3km3 sphere of volcanic rock inhabiting the magma chamber beneath Moaha Island. Multiple artifacts and oral traditions reference this entity as "Ōsobiue", "Irn'acha", or "God of the Burning Ocean": a central figure in the creation myths — and extinction events — of some 19 early oceanic cultures.
A 4338-DN Event, also known as a "rejected offering" event, will be signaled by a large-scale eruption of Moaha Volcano. Soon after, SCP-4338 will emerge from the magma conduit, travelling towards the leader of the closest human social group. SCP-4338 is acutely aware of group hierarchy; use of D-class personnel as decoy leaders has proven ineffective. While in transit, SCP-4338's exterior shell will fracture and dislodge large tendrils of molten rock and metal ore. These appendages are used mainly for demolishing obstacles encountered in SCP-4338's pursuit, which will not stop until either:
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Cause of death is inconsequential, but typically occurs when SCP-4338 ensnares its pursuant in one of its tendrils. SCP-4338 will then absorb this individual's corpse into its core body, and withdraw. Within 20 minutes, a mote of lava will fall from SCP-4338 containing a duplicate of the deceased. While visually identical, this duplicate will be fully inorganic, and contain a core of animated, super-heated minerals. Once this process is complete, any previous proxy will collapse into shards of volcanic glass. These entities act as a consciousness vessel and communication vehicle for SCP-4338, who will only converse with the next "leader" once they have formally declared themselves.4
EVENT DN-4338-41. Still taken from the body cam of Security Officer Masters, deceased.
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For the first time in its 73 years of containment, SCP-4338 emerged halfway through the lunar month. Current "leader", Director Morgan Rowell, was already on the island collecting soil samples at the time. Including Director Rowell, 3 Foundation personnel were lost during this event.
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A proxy emerged only 14 minutes later. In another unprecedented act, Rowell / SCP-4338 were the ones to open communications, demanding to speak to a new "leader" without delay. Given the need for expediency, Head Researcher Amelia Thornborrow volunteered.
Interviewer: (Acting) Director Amelia Thornborrow.
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Foreword: Rowell / SCP-4338 immediately began presenting the trademark "cracking" appearance past proxies have only shown after 4-8 months. Small fissures on the epidermis around the eyes, lips, and fingernails reveal an undercurrent of molten elements, steadily hardening into "magma domes". As per protocol, Ms. Rowell was restrained with 8cm thick tungsten cuffs around the wrist and ankles.
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Thornborrow: Tell me why you attacked us.
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Rowell / 4338: SUCH IMPUDENCE. WILL YOU NOT GROVEL, OR BEG MY MERCY? WHAT COMPELS YOU TO ANGER YOUR OWN GOD?
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Thornborrow: You're wearing my dead friend's face. I don't appreciate it.
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Rowell / 4338: LEARN TO APPRECIATE, CHILD, OR PERHAPS I WILL TRAVEL TO THE GREAT SHORE, BRINGING FIRE AND ROCK TO YOUR S C P. HOW MANY LIVES ARE WORTH YOUR PRIDE, AM EEL YA?
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Thornborrow: Why did you attack us? We have done exactly as you —
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Rowell / 4338: YOU INSULT ME. MOR GAN INSULTED ME. I ASK FOR THE PEAK OF THE HARVEST, AND NOW I LEARN YOU GIVE ME ITS MEALY ENDS!
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Thornborrow: I don't understand. All the food we've provided has been of the highest quality —
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Rowell / 4338: I WANT THIS.
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Thornborrow: C-… what is that… C-ad … Cadbury? Who —
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Rowell / 4338: I ONLY SPEAK YOUR WORDS; I DO NOT BOTHER WITH YOUR SYMBOLS. IF THIS MEANS "CADBURY", THEN YES, I WANT CADBURY. I WANT THE SWEET, MELTING RESIN.
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Rowell / 4338: YES. ONE OF YOUR FOLLOWERS OFFERED IT UNTO ME. A PITIFUL SUM, BUT PLENTIFUL IN FLAVOR. BRING ME MORE OF THIS "CADBURY", OR BRING ME THE ONE WHO CAN!
Interviewed: Kevin Emerson, Junior Researcher within the Geology Department, currently assigned to SCP-4338.
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Interviewer: Agent Rhodes.
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Agent Rhodes clicks "pause" on his laptop, halting a recording of the previous interview.
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Agent Rhodes: You threw chocolate into the volcano.
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Emerson: … You can't prove that.
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Agent Rhodes: We did a full sweep of every ship, Mr. Emerson. We know you have a whole suitcase full of-
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Emerson: Oh, so, immediately this is all my fault because I like junk food?
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Agent Rhodes: We're not blaming you for your eating habits, Kevin; we're blaming you for waking up a Volcano God! Now, do we have to launch a whole formal inquiry here, or-
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Emerson: Jesus, fine! I did it! I wasn't trying to breach containment or anything; I was just bored, okay!? All I've done since I got here is sift silt!
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Rhodes: …You're a geologist.
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Emerson: An anomaly geologist. The geology here is non-anomalous. We've known since the friggin' 50's that the only abnormal thing on this island is the stupid orb; but no, command keeps putting in work orders with our department, and this month I drew the short straw.
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Emerson: No — just — I'm getting to that, okay? So, I was out having my lunch and — I mean, before now, we were totally convinced that only the crater connected to 4338, not every little lava-flow! So, I wasn't technically breaking protocol by, y'know, "disposing" of my leftovers.
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Agent Rhodes rubs the bridge of his nose, head downcast.
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Rhodes: Protocol doesn't just mean— … wait, "leftovers"? What do you mean, "leftovers"? It wasn't just the chocolate?
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Emerson: Well yeah, no, I mean, there was some… other… stuff…
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Rhodes: What other stuff?
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Mr. Emerson does not respond.
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Rhodes: Kevin, what else did you throw into the lava?
Interviewer: (Acting) Director Amelia Thornborrow.
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Rowell / 4338: — ND THE GOLDEN, CRISPY TRIANGLES, AND THE BUBBLING JUICE, BLACK AS NIGHT! I DEMAND THE CHEWY, FLUFFY SPONGE STUFFED WITH FRUIT PASTE! I DEMAND THE SPICED, SALTED STICKS OF DRIED MEAT! I DEMAND THE SWEET, COLORED NECTAR CARVED IN THE SHAPE OF TINY ANIMALS! I DEMAND —
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NOTICE: THE FILE YOU ARE CURRENTLY VIEWING IS OUTDATED AS OF 09/03/2018.
Special Containment Procedures: Instances of SCP-444 identified outside Foundation custody are to be isolated or destroyed with extreme prejudice. The Foundation's instances of SCP-444 are to be kept under Type A Hazardous documentation protocols. Translators are to have no more than 12 hours weekly access to SCP-444 and must undergo weekly linguistics and psychological examinations. Individuals compromised by SCP-444 are to be isolated and prevented from making vocalisations and are to be terminated unless they are required for testing protocols. Rapid Response Task Force Omicron-11, AKA "Burke's Boys", is to be used wherever possible due to the deaf nature of its members.
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Description: SCP-444 is a linguistically-conveyed memetic virus. SCP-444 takes the form of a valid and coherent, if limited, language. Individuals exposed to SCP-444 assimilate it and lose their ability to use or learn other languages, although they typically retain their ability to understand previously understood languages. Written examples of SCP-444 require extended contact but verbal exposure has effect after only a few sentences. The mechanism for this change is still unknown.
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SCP-444's written form has a unique alphabet of geometric shapes read in a radiating pattern from the centre.
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Systematic examination of SCP-444, primarily in Experiments 444-7, 444-13 and 444-17, reveals that it lacks the ability to express several concepts including:
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In addition, over an extended period the lack of the ability to express these concepts appears to alter human behaviour. Subjects infected with SCP-444 become more docile and compliant as well as more concerned with procreation and childcare. Re-examination of the data from Experiment 444-17, gathered from MRIs, live electrode examination and dissections of infected brains, confirms that SCP-444 causes significant alterations to human brain structure, chemically severing [REDACTED] of the brain. This, not the reduced vocabulary, is believed to cause the altered mentality of the infected.
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The primary area of Foundation research into SCP-444 currently is to isolate the source. SCP-444 is to be considered a hostile invasive weapon. Since 19██, ██0 instances of SCP-444 exposure have been recorded, typically among migratory workers or the underclass in depressed urban areas.
Following the regular implementation of Procedure 610-Sinclair, SCP-4495 has achieved sufficient ectoentropic stability, and is no longer considered at risk of instigating an NK-Class Scenario. Legacy containment procedures are kept on record in the event that 610-Sinclair is no longer viable.
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SCP-4495 is contained inside of a three-tiered cell, each tier separated by a grated floor:
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SCP-4495 resides on the top tier, strapped into an alcove in the southern wall. SCP-4495's stomach is positioned at an acute angle with respect to the floor, allowing SCP-4495-1 to immediately fall through the grating upon generation. To prevent the buildup of stuck instances of SCP-4495-1, the grating is to be sprayed hourly by a series of built-in pressure-washers. The top tier is to remain refrigerated in the interests of reducing miasma.
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The middle tier contains a combination grinder and incinerator. Instances of SCP-4495-1 are forced into the machine through a funnel, emerging from the bottom as a temporarily inert paste. This process takes under 10 minutes.
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The bottom tier contains implements required for Procedure 610-Sinclair. Should Procedure 610-Sinclair become nonviable, SCP-4495-1 paste is to be pressed as thinly as possible, vacuum sealed, and stored in Site-56's provisional storage wing.
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Relevant personnel are to read Document 4495-610 at the nearest opportunity.
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Description: SCP-4495 is the partially decomposed corpse of an unidentified cryptid. Superficially, it resembles a bipedal pig clad in regal wear reclining upon a throne; however, closer examination reveals that the throne, figure, and raiments all constitute a single immobile organism (composed of keratin, bone, and skin).
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SCP-4495's ventral torso has ruptured; periodic contractions along its abdominal cavity continuously forces instances of SCP-4495-1 outward. Instances of SCP-4495-1 superficially resemble porcine intestines. SCP-4495-1 are animate, and behave in a manner roughly analogous to pythons, with the exception of extreme aggression in the presence of animal life.
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While instances of SCP-4495-1 can be damaged normally, they will reform if given enough time. Exposure to high temperatures delays this process, but does not halt it entirely. SCP-4495-1 can only be permanently destroyed through application of Procedure 610-Sinclair.
The following is a full-scale analysis of SCP-4495-1, authorized on 26/08/2008 by Director Agatha Drummond and primarily conducted by Drs. Rivka Yarkoni and Daniel Gums. This study was taken under the following assumptions:
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That SCP-4495 was either related to or intended to resemble a member of the Suidae family of animals.
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That SCP-4495 could be considered alive, dead, or inanimate, but theories which claimed inanimacy must remain exclusive from ones suggesting a biological origin.
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That if SCP-4495 could only be considered alive or dead, SCP-4495-1 was related to or intended to resemble animal intestines.
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That SCP-4495 ran the risk of causing an NK-Class Grey Goo Scenario if a method of permanently destroying SCP-4495-1 was not developed.
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As stated in SCP-4495's description, SCP-4495-1 resemble porcine intestines. However, instances of SCP-4495-1 are variable in shape and size to the extent that, assuming SCP-4495-1 functions as a theoretical living instance of SCP-4495's intestines, SCP-4495 as a species would either have possessed a theoretically infinite number of vestigial digestive systems or a radically variable diet between individuals.
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SCP-4495-1 was initially subjected to several rounds of chemical testing. Initial reports concluded that SCP-4495-1 was chemically inert. However, as such a conclusion would necessitate the usage of anomalous disposal methods, the Pepper Protocol was invoked, and chemical testing was to be continued for a period of a week.
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On 02/09/2008, Junior Researcher Malcolm Johnson violated quarantine protocols when he vomited on his respective batch of SCP-4495-1. Novel chemical reactions were immediately observed.
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DETAILS OF PROCEDURE 610-SINCLAIR.
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SCP-4495-1 in preparation for disposal.
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SCP-4495-1 paste is cleansed of grime through a food-safe cleaning mechanism.
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The resulting paste is then reheated over a period of an hour at 400 degrees Celsius.
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Paste is separated into a series of measured portions depending on the culinary attitudes of the Foundation.
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Portions are to be fitted with a fake casing.
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Portions are to be served to Foundation personnel on standard diet plans in lieu of pork.
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Unsold portions are to be fed to D-Class personnel as part of URA-2677's containment protocols.
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Uneaten portions of SCP-4495-1 are to be filtered out of Site-56's waste disposal system, thoroughly cleansed, and retreated with Procedure 610-Sinclair.
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Extensive experimentation shows that SCP-4495-1 is culinarily similar to common pork, with superior nutritional benefits and lower levels of cholesterol and saturated fats. This is in addition to its longevity; SCP-4495-1 treated with Procedure 610-Sinclair does not decay, and will remain inanimate for approximately two weeks without additional heat treatment.
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Most importantly, in addition to providing a better ratio of caloric content, consumption of SCP-4495-1 produces virtually no waste matter; a significant portion of SCP-4495-1 is essentially annihilated upon digestion.
Special Containment Procedures: The entrance to SCP-4507 has been cordoned off from public access. A small shopfront at the entrance has been converted into a makeshift security station, where two Foundation agents have been embedded as convenience store clerks.
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Should non-authorised personnel gain access to SCP-4507, MTF Lambda-5 ("White Rabbits") is to be called in for search-and-rescue operations. UPDATE: Members of the task force are to be screened and selected based on the number of surviving family members. Individuals with deceased next-of-kin, separated spouses or who generally exhibit symptoms of social anxiety are to be excluded.
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Description: SCP-4507 is an alleyway located in Akihabara, Tokyo, measuring 1 meter wide and surrounded by high-rise concrete buildings. Within the alley are sewage pipes, air-conditioning units and doorways that are either locked or open to brick-and-mortar walls. Satellite imagery confirms the distance between the alleyway's entry-point and exit at 152 meters.
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If two or more individuals enter SCP-4507, they emerge approximately 5 minutes later at the center of ███████-████ Street, with no anomalous activity recorded. However, if an individual enters SCP-4507 alone, he/she will be unable to locate the exit, no matter how much time is spent in traversal.
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Discovery: Foundation agents were called in to investigate the area after a high concentration of missing-persons cases was reported.
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Launched April 07 2016 | Confirmation of initial anomaly | Loss of D-class personnel
Entrance to SCP-4507 to the right of convenience store.
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Foreword: The first expedition was launched into SCP-4507 on March 31, 2016 and ended after 5 minutes and 20 seconds, with a team of D-class emerging on the other side, saying, "Thank god, that's it?"
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The second expedition comprised of a single D-class personnel, D-9456 (female, in her late 20s), with Lead Scientist, Dr. Mori, providing instructions over radio. D-9456's chest armour equipped with a built-in video cam.
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D-9456: Time-check please?
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Dr. Mori: 34 minutes and 20 seconds. How are you feeling?
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D-9456: Should I be worried that it's taking so long to get to the end?
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Dr. Mori: Keep going. You're doing fine.
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<D-9456 continues walking down the path. She makes slow twists and turns around corners, which do not correspond to satellite telemetry.>
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D-9456: Doc, you still there?
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Dr. Mori: Yeah.
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D-9456: Thank God. It's getting harder to hear you. How long have I been in here?
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Dr. Mori: Not that long. Don't worry, okay? I'm not gonna let anything happen to you. It's just like that time in Hong Kong, remember?
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D-9456: Heh, you mean Hong Kong, where I almost died? At least you could hear the sounds of the city back in that labyrinth.
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Dr. Mori: What else do you see around you?
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D-9456: Just endless concrete. And it's getting dark quickly.
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D-9456: Doc? What's gonna happen to me when I get back?
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Dr. Mori: I'm sorry, what do you mean?
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D-9456: I mean after I return from the mission… You guys are just gonna throw me into another crazy experiment, aren't you?
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Dr. Mori: You know I'll do my best to protect you, D-9456. If you're feeling unwell, we could always stop? You could turn around and—
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D-9456: No. I want to continue… for now. I want to see where this leads.
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<D-9456 begins noting that the buildings are starting to show signs of deterioration, with vines and moss gradually covering more and more of their exterior.>
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D-9456: There's something up ahead. It's… a wall.
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D-9456: A fucking wall, after all this time?
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Dr. Mori: You sound disappointed. At least now we know where this thing ends.
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D-9456: Wait. There's something else here.
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<Camera feed distorts as D-9456 moves to the side. She brushes away more vines and leaves.>
<The shrine comes into focus. It's a small pagoda nestled between the buildings.>
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D-9456: There's some Japanese carved into the wood here. Maybe you guys will have a better time with— Whoa…
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Dr. Mori: What is it?
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D-9456: Doc, the wall's gone.
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Dr. Mori: What? How?
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D-9456: I don't have a fucking clue.
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<Camera view jerks back around as D-9456 returns to the alleyway. Instead of a wall, she passes her torch over an orange gateway that's about 2 meters high.>
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D-9456: Doc, what's going on here?
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Dr. Mori: I have no idea. But it's called a torii gate. Believed to be a gateway to the gods.
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D-9456: I can see something moving on the other side…
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Dr. Mori: What? Are you sure?
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<Camera feed zooms in, showing the same black alleyway, extending onward. Heavy distortion of visual feed.>
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Dr. Mori: I think it's time for you to turn back, Alice.
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<D-9456 stays completely still, continues shining her torch between the pillars of the torii gate. She seems transfixed by something.>
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D-9456: Doc, you mind if I get another time-check?
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Dr. Mori: You've been in there for 21 hours now. I'm bringing you back, Alice.
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D-9456: Hikiko, you've always treated me with respect since we started working together — better than the rest of those a-holes back in the Foundation. (pause) Whatever happens to me, I hope we will see each other again some day.
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Dr. Mori: What are you doing? You don't know what's on the other side. Let me at least—
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D-9456: I'm not going to be trapped here any more.
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Dr. Mori: Alice, wait—!
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Record of individuals suspected of entering SCP-4507 | Current whereabouts unknown by local authorities
Foreword: Foundation agents noticed a spike in Missing-Persons cases concentrated in the Akihabara district, particularly among households in close proximity to SCP-4507.
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Person of Interest #1: Aiko Mitsuri, 79 years old, Retiree, reported missing the day after she was due to return home from her retirement facility.
Thank you for coming to visit me these past few months. I know you've no choice but to stop the payments to the retirement home, so I've also decided to try and live out there on my own. You have enough problems with your family without having to worry about another mouth to feed and not to mention, all my medical bills.
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There is no need to come looking for me, and neither should you mourn my passing. I have lived a long and fruitful life and now, I seek to find the peace I have longed for, without having to burden the ones I love.
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There are legends of a place like ours, a place that is quiet and beautiful. My friend Hanako told me about it. It is a place we throw off the shackles of life; a place we go to die.
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I love you, Hiro. Watch that son of yours. He has a rebellious streak, just like his grandma.
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Person of Interest #2: Riotoro Watanabe, 31 years old, Unemployed, reportedly hasn't left his parents' house in over six months.
I know that I am a failure in life. I have eaten the food off your table, slept on the floorboards of your house, and worse, disrespected you for far too many times. I am sorry. I do not want to be a burden to you or the rest of society any longer.
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I do not want you to worry about me. I have found the path of enlightenment. I am in a better place now, far away from Father, far away from the burdens of life.
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I want you to know that I love you very much. If he ever lays a hand on you again, look for me in the center of ███████-████ Street. Come alone.
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Person of Interest #3: Eishun Takahashi, a 14-year-old student who failed to return home from school one afternoon. The following is a translated excerpt from his end-of-year report card:
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41%
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FAIL
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Art
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Languages
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75%
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Social Studies
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Oral Communication
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NIL
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FAIL
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Attendance: 156 / 355 days
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Teacher's Remarks: Eishun-chan is a quiet but intelligent boy who is not living up to his fullest potential. He missed his oral examination again, and his constant absence from school is pulling his grades down. In class, Eishun appears constantly distracted during lessons and has been caught frequently drawing in his notebook. His poor attitude will not serve him well when he enters society in the future.
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Dr. Mori reported missing | Audio-logs recovered from personal computer, within SCP-4507
Note: Members of MTF Lambda-5 ("White Rabbits") were immediately deployed into SCP-4507 in pursuit of Dr. Mori, who failed to report to work three days after the disappearance of D-9456.
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Audio-Log #1:
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[01 May 2016, 15:01:56]
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I cannot wait here any longer, doing nothing. I sent Ali— D-9456 into SCP-4507 alone, and I plan to bring her back. I should have guessed that her freedom meant more than what… we shared together. Maybe if I found her before the MTF forces arrived, they'll go easy on a D-class who went AWOL.
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If you're listening to this, I don't care about the consequences. This may cost me an arm and a leg, but it's better than having her blood on my hands. Treat this as an unofficial exploration log if you must; I fully intend to return and continue my research.
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Audio-Log #2:
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[01 May 2016, 00:00:00]
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I've lost track of how long I've been walking for. Six hours in, my electronic equipment started malfunctioning, with the time-stamp on my recording device now blinking zeroes.
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I estimate it's about 2 a.m., but the Sun is shining directly overhead. My working theory is that time flows differently in SCP-4507. Random junk is also littered along the sides of the alley — electronic equipment, books, articles of clothing — possibly items left behind by those who have come before me.
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There's still no sign of D-9456 or that torii gate.
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Audio-Log #3:
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[?? May 2016, 00:00:00]
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I try to sleep at night, but it's difficult to tell the difference between the moments I'm awake and dreaming. There's a silence to this place that I cannot fully explain. My senses tell me I'm surrounded by the city, but my ears hear nothing, and my skin feels the absence of the air. I'm beginning to understand what it means to be truly alone.
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The walls, as Alice said before, are decaying rapidly, turning brown, black and moss-green. At times, I see faces staring back at me like the ghosts of my past, like the mocking grins of all the D-class I've sent to their deaths. Have I really sacrificed so many? And for what purpose?
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Alice's face appears to me one evening. I remember stopping in the middle of the alleyway and sobbing uncontrollably. Good god — what the hell am I doing in here?
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Audio-Log #??:
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[?? ?? ????, ??:??:??]
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I've found the shrine. It's nestled into a 3 by 3 meter plot of land, with two inari2 statues guarding its entrance. The inscription carved into its wooden pillars reads:
Pare down to the essence, don't remove the poetry
+Rid yourself of the unnecessary, appreciate what is encountered
+You, on the solitary path to enlightenment.
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I can't explain it, but these words bring me great comfort. If you're still hearing them, I'm sorry. Maybe I never wanted to go back.
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Documented Inari Shrine located within SCP-4507
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Primary Objective: Remand Dr. Mori for dereliction of duty | Secondary Objective: Terminate D-9456 on sight
Acting Lead Scientist Dr. Shiori's Foreword: After the disappearance of Dr. Mori and D-9456, three members from MTF Lambda-5 ("White Rabbits") would form the next expedition into SCP-4507.
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Due to SCP-4507's anomalous nature, each member (henceforth designated Rabbit-1, Rabbit-2, Rabbit-3) entered the alleyway in 6-hour, sequenced intervals, before regrouping on the other side to resume their mission.
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The following are excerpts from the personal log of Rabbit-1, the only member of the task force to return.
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Entry 04-01:
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I remember being the first one to enter SCP-4507, so I was surprised when I found Rabbit-2 waiting for me on the other side. The old man had been sitting there for 2 days and 21 hours, and his voice was trembling as he greeted me. Veteran or not, it would have been a daunting task to continue the mission on his own.
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This world is an exact replica of the Akihabara we left behind, minus the people. No more flashing neon lights, no more colours or sounds. The city is silent. We walk past windows and doors, all boarded up, and the walls look like they've not been cleaned in a long time. Nothing moves except for the rolling dust at our feet.
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Today marks the third day we've waited for Rabbit-3 to appear. There's no way to reach Dr. Shiori on the radio to confirm whether the rookie made it out of SCP-4507 alive. In three hours, we have no choice but to resume our mission to find Dr. Mori and the D-class.
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Entry 04-02:
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The air is so still that any sound we make only travels a few meters. I shout in Rabbit-2's direction but he reported hearing only a whisper. Thank god our radio still works.
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We forced our way into an empty apartment near Ueno station, only to find everything left in its place: a television set still switched on, flashing with static. The fridge was stocked with food in various stages of decomposition. Dirty laundry still sat in a basket. The only thing missing were its occupants.
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How do we search for Mori and a D-Class when there's nobody left to interrogate?
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I try radioing my family that night. There's something about this place that feels wrong, makes me think more about them. Laura would be doing the dishes about now, folding clothes for Chuck, who'd be watching cartoons past his bedtime. The silence makes me miss their voices even more.
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Entry 04-03:
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Today, we heard the faint sounds of Rabbit-3's voice over the radio. It sounded muffled and distorted at first, but Rabbit-2 panicked, arguing that we should double back to the entrance of SCP-4507 just in case Three was still waiting for us to appear.
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I agreed, partially to allay Two's fears, but also because we had no other leads to pursue.
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Two is becoming more erratic and emotionally withdrawn. He used to crack jokes all the time and make fun of Rabbit-3 for being the newest member of the squad. But the old man has been silent ever since Three's disappearance.
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That night, I choose not to share with him that I caught someone staring at us from one of the windows, as we were passing during the day. I fear it may send the old man over the edge.
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Entry 04-04:
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We arrived back at the entrance of SCP-4507, but there is still no sign of Rabbit-3. Two shows signs of frustration, repeatedly trying to reach him over the radio. Suddenly, the radio crackles to life, and Three's voice can be heard as clear as day:
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'I'm here,' the voice says in a flat, monotonous tone. 'I'm here all by myself.'
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We double-check our equipment and search the surrounding area, but Three's voice is the only thing that's left, playing in a loop over and over again. I notice the date-of-recording on my camera feed reads [12/05/2006]. Two becomes withdrawn again, pressing the radio repeatedly to his ear, as though trying to reach out into the void and grab Three, wherever he is. I wish I knew what our next move was.
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Entry 04-05:
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We shelter in another abandoned apartment. This one smells of decaying roses and overcooked rice, the stench lingering in the air like the shadows of its prior occupants.
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I catch Two staring out the window in the middle of the night — he's watching a lone figure walking down the empty street. When I ask him if he's alright, the old man nods, mutters something about missing his wife, Hanako, who passed away years ago.
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I tell him I've made the decision to go back, but he remains silent.
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Entry 04-06:
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On the seventh morning, we find a hand-written note at our door-step that wasn't there the night before. It reads, simply:
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Push not those who pull themselves inward. ~森, Mori
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We spot about a dozen individuals staring in our direction, from various distances, after we exit the building. Even when I raise my weapon, they remain completely still, unmoving, unbothered. None of them appear to be Dr. Mori or the D-class. When I try moving towards them, they fade away, around the corners of buildings, back into the silence. Suddenly, we're alone again.
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I turn to Rabbit-2, who's so stunned he hasn't even raised his weapon. I have to pull him in the direction of SCP-4507.
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Entry 04-07:
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I feel the weight of many gazes upon me on our way back.
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At the entrance to the alley itself, Rabbit-2 suddenly stops, refuses to move. I ask him what's the matter. He looks up at me, and without saying another word, turns to leave. I contemplate whether to hold him at gun point, but the hidden gazes weigh upon my chest, forcing me back towards the mouth of the alley.
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I think of my wife and eight-year-old son, still waiting for me back home, and I lower my weapon.
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As I re-enter the alleyway, pass the orange gates, I fumble with my radio, hoping to hear my family's voices. After a few minutes, it cackles back to life.
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"Where have you been?" Dr. Shiori's voice echoes through the static, like a long-forgotten ghost. "It's been six years since you went missing."
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Lead Scientist Dr. Shiori's Notes: Three more expeditions were sent into SCP-4507 before the number of Missing-in-Action (MIA) personnel proved too high to continue experimentation. Due to the self-imposed isolation of these individuals, I recommend sealing off SCP-4507 from public access and close monitoring of the alleyway for signs of return movement.
Content note: This article contains gore, death and a touch of unreality. If you notice anything tag-worthy that's not in here, please mention it in a comment.
Special Containment Procedures: The remains of SCP-4679 are kept in a Euclid-class containment cell in Site 135. Examination requires permission from Dr. Sorenson.
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Description: SCP-4679 was an entity of unknown origin active in the United Kingdom between 1986 and 2019. As of time of writing, it is an amorphous collection of undifferentiated cells, approximately one tonne in weight. Prior to decommissioning it was incorporeal. It was an oneiric hunter, latching onto one person at a time and consuming them over a period of approximately twenty-four weeks.
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Five stages have been identified as universal to its hunting process. These are as follows:
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Stage 1: SCP-4679 latches onto its victim. Victims report unusually vivid dreams, but no other observable symptoms.
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Stage 2: Moderate to severe pains occur in the victim, as well as headaches and night sweats. Victims report dreams taking place in near total darkness, although the content is otherwise unremarkable.
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Stage 3: In addition to aforementioned symptoms, victims report moderate to severe fatigue, nausea and light-headedness. They also display a low red blood cell count, and as such this is usually the stage at which civilian cases are identified. Dreams now include an entity, believed to be a representation of SCP-4679, which stalks the victim, although they often experience no unease regarding it.
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Stage 4: Fatigue becomes extreme, with victims often unable to leave their beds. Sleep paralysis is common. Activity in the thalamus is greatly reduced at this stage. Dream content is difficult to ascertain at this point, but seems to commonly involve the entity consuming parts of the victim's body, although again, they do not seem perturbed.
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Stage 5: Victims become fully comatose. Brain activity becomes negligible. No victims have recovered from this state. At time of writing, 387 people in Stage 5 are in Foundation care, with more believed to exist unidentified in the general population.
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Much of the information on earlier stages comes from the 340 Foundation staff members affected by SCP-4679 since its discovery.
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Due to the entity's uncontainable nature, as well as its consistent detrimental impact on Foundation personnel, efforts to decommission it were authorised. See Addenda for further detail.
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Addendum 7: Junior Researcher Claire Halloway was identified as a Stage 3 victim of SCP-4679, and as such was chosen as the decommissioning vector. Procedure 220-Maxtible was the experimental dream manipulation method designed to decommission SCP-4679; it would introduce elements believed to be inimical to oneiric hunters, based on experiences with other such entities. Halloway was the first subject to undergo this procedure. She was granted extended leave for the duration, and was instructed to remain within Site 135 under observation.
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Dr. Valerie Whitaker was chosen to liason between Junior Researcher Halloway and the team carrying out Procedure 220-Maxtible. She was to record Halloway's dreams and report them.
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Below is a log of the first session, prior to the beginning of the procedure, in which Halloway recounts a typical Stage 3 dream. Her speech is written in standard text. Dr. Whitaker's is in italics.
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How are you feeling?
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Fine.
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There's no need for small talk. Be honest.
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I am. I feel fine. Well, as fine as I ever do. Everyone says this'll work, and I'll be fine. I trust them.
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That's a brave way to look at it.
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Don't patronise me. Not like I have any control over that, is it?
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I'm really not. Shall we begin, then?
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Okay.
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I've read your notes. Try to connect them a bit. Be as clear as you can.
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Yeah. Okay.
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It's dark. No, it's not, it's… it's mostly dark. There's moonlight. I think. It's hard to tell.
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Go on.
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I think I'm outside. The floor is pavement. I start walking. Don't know where, just… walking. Away. I can see my shadow in front of me, that's about it. Then it turns into another shadow. Blurry, indistinct. There's something else walking behind me, bigger than me.
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Do you know what it is?
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Honestly, I… don't really care. It feels like it's supposed to be there. Not like a friend, like… like a table you've had for years. I dunno. Anyway, we keep walking, and then I, uh, walk up into the air. Like I'm going up invisible stairs. Keep walking, higher and higher.
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When I look up, I can see the moon. It's massive, way bigger than it should be. Kinda cool, actually. I keep walking, up and up, closer and closer. Stretch my arm out, it's so close, and…
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And then?
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And then I wake up in a puddle of sweat. Very elegant, right?
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Alright. Thank you, Claire. Would you say that's a fairly typical dream, of late?
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More or less. Is that… good or bad? Like, going from other cases?
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Hard to say, unfortunately.
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Mm.
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They're just refining the procedure. Should get started before next week.
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Good. Let's get on with it.
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I didn't realise you were so keen.
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I'm keen not to have my brain eaten by a murder monster. They've made it abundantly clear that this is gonna suck, but it's better than the alternative. I mean, this will work, right? You're sure?
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As sure as we can be.
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Okay. Okay. Guess I shouldn't doubt you lot, then. Yeah, few weeks of suffering, then back to actual work. No problem.
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That's a good attitude to have.
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Yeah, I refuse to die from this. Got too much to do.
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Attagirl.
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Addendum 12: Log of session between Dr. Whitaker and Junior Researcher Halloway. First reported dream following implementation of Procedure 220-Maxtible.
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I'm in a forest. I don't recognise it - I can barely see it, it's pitch black. I'm in my pyjamas, it's freezing, but it's silent. I don't even remember hearing the trees rustle, but there's no leaves to rustle anyway.
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Actually, it's not pitch black. More like dusk, there's just a few hints of sunlight. It's mostly dark, though. I — hmm.
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What is it?
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The sun. It's — I'm not scared. Uncomfortable. I don't like the darkness, but it's better than the light.
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But it doesn't matter, because there's something there with me. I can't see or hear it, but I know it's there. If I turn around, I'll see it, but… I can't do that. Don't ask why, I don't fucking know, but th — in that moment, everything screams at me not to.
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The bushes and stuff have gotten thicker, out of nowhere, like, but I guess that's dreams for you. They keep snagging on me, and I try to push past them but they're slowing me down, and it's still coming, and-
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Take a breath. You're safe here.
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…It's just… too much. It's getting closer, I know it is, and these fucking branches just won't let me through. And then I trip.
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Eyes shut straight away, I can't look at it, but I can feel it touching me, it's warm, and it fucking hurts. My face is screwed up so tight, my hands are covering it, and then it's covering my face too. And… then it starts raining.
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All of a sudden, there's this… screaming. And the sun comes through the trees. No — well, yes, it is the sun, but it's too bright, too white. And it's searing hot, I open my eyes out of reflex, but the… thing is gone. Still screaming. I put my hand out to catch the rain, and it pools in my hand, and it's not rain. It's metal, silver. No, mercury.
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I turn to the left and look in the mirror. I'm crying mercury. It's leaking from my eyes, my nose, my mouth, I'm drowning in it, and I feel myself… crystallise? Yeah, I know how daft it sounds, but I know right there and fucking then how fragile I am, like I'll shatter into a million pieces at the slightest touch. And the mercury is still fucking streaming out of me, it's burning so much, I stagger back, trip over something, and as I'm going I know I'm going to break —
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And then I woke up.
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So, is this just what it's gonna be like now, then?
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I'm afraid so. How do you feel?
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Dreamy.
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Very funny.
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…tired. Light-headed. Bit nauseous. Pretty much what I expected.
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I'm sorry.
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Hey, at least it's for something. Had my share of hangovers, felt worse for no reason. There's a goal to this, right?
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Right.
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Addendum 22:
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Hey - whoa, are you alright?
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I - oh -
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Okay, just - try to hold it in, let me grab the bin, there -
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That's better. Let it all out.
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- ugh. Fuck. There's none in my hair, is there?
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I don't think so.
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Ah, shit.
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Do you want a drink?
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Prosecco or gin?
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It's half eleven in the morning.
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Joking. Please. Some water would be good.
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Here you go.
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Do you want to talk about it?
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That's what I'm supposed to do, isn't it? Not like I've done anything else for the past - shit, how long is it?
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Four weeks since they started.
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Jesus. That all?
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It's not as long as you'd think.
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Says the woman on the other side of the table.
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Fair enough. When you're ready, then.
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Okay. Yeah. Uh, I'm in a boat. Little wooden one, drifting. The sea's red.
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Blood?
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I don't know. I'm not scared of it. Yeah, um, I'm lying back, and there's a drip in my arm. Like, an IV. Not sure what's in it, but the liquid's silver.
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The sun is… beating down. It's baking hot. Suffocating. I feel sluggish, like I can barely move. Barely breathe. The air's all shimmery, everything's all blurry, out of focus, and - and - ohfuck -
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Do you need the bin ag- okay, yes, you do.
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Are you going to be alright?
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Would it matter if I said no?
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It would to me.
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Ugh. I mean, uh… shit, sorry, I do appreci-
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You have nothing to apologise for.
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Hmph.
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There's something at the front of the boat. Indistinct, but I don't know if that's just it or it's because I can't see shit. It's small, curled up. Whimpering. There's a tube from the IV leading to it, too. No needle though, it just looks like it's been rammed in. Blood's all crusted around where it goes in, that's clear at least.
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Sorry, just…
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I've got some Nurofen, if you-
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Not allowed it. Fucks with the magic, apparently, God only knows why.
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Hm. Let me email Dr. Afolayan, I'm sure he'll know what you can take.
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Thanks.
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You're doing very well under the circumstances, you know.
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Hmph. I'm gonna be alright, aren't I? Not much point in moaning.
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There's every point in moaning, if you need to.
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Mm.
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I'll just… carry on, then.
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If you're up to it.
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Yeah. It's, uh, it's weird, I know this thing is… well, I know what this thing is. Still, looking at it there, all small, it's kind of… pitiful? I mean, let's be honest, this thing's killed a fuckload of people, and it's struggling with me? Heh, come on.
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But I can't look at it anymore. Not like before, I don't feel like something awful will happen if I do, I just… can't. But at the same time I… pull towards it. The drip comes with me, I'd forgotten about it, actually. I find myself reaching towards it. My hand gets so close. And it's scared, actually scared, I can feel it.
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And then?
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And then I wake up feeling like death and stagger to you.
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Ah. I wasn't going to bring up the pyjamas.
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Shut up, my mum likes the Muppets.
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I'm sure. Oh, Alfred's gotten in touch. You can have paracetamol, at least. Head on down there, I think this is enough.
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Alright.
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Maybe get dressed first.
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Thanks…
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…Dr. Whitaker?
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Yes?
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I'm going to be alright, aren't I?
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I certainly think it's looking that way.
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Yeah. Fuck. I was kind of enjoying the time off.
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Got to get back to the grind eventually.
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Addendum 25: Early in the morning on 27/10/19, security were called urgently to Junior Researcher Halloway's dormitory. They arrived to find SCP-4679 as described above slowly coagulating in the bed, with the researcher huddled in the corner. The entity was quickly contained, and identified as SCP-4679 using [DATA EXPUNGED].1 A few hours later, it ceased all signs of life, and was declared decommissioned.
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Below is the final official session between Dr. Whitaker and Junior Researcher Halloway, taking place eight days after.
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Well then. How are you feeling?
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Fine.
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It must be a relief, at least.
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Yeah. Definitely.
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So-
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I'm in Site 135. Cleaner than I've ever seen it, all sterile white. Feel like I'm making it dirty just being there. My dorm's to the left of me, but the bed's full of spiders, so I don't go there. Just go down the corridor. There's a few other people there, Dr. Vlaar, Jonas, few others I don't recognise, but they don't see me, just walk past. The hallway's too wide, but I don't really notice Windows are boarded up or something, I can't tell if it's night or day.
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I end up in the infirmary. It's pretty much empty, but there's one bed occupied, covered with a sheet. I don't go near it. There's a door on the other side that shouldn't be there, so I go through, but I come out back in the infirmary, the way I came in the first time. Try again a few times, same thing happens. Try to leave the other way, shock horror, I come in through the other door.
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Not sure how long that goes on. Way too long. So I sit on one of the beds and start pulling the pillow apart. I can feel the bed behind me, staring at me, but like fuck am I going near there. Until I've been sat there for… I have no idea. Too long. But there's no other way out.
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It's, uh, me. Under the sheet, I mean. It's me. Not sure if I - she's alive or, um, y'know, but her eyes are open. Blank. Silver. It's like tear stains down my face, except they're burned in, like I was crying acid. I try to close my - her eyes, but the skin flakes away in my hand, like I'm running my finger across an old fireplace or something. The veins are weird, prominent. I touch one, just to see, and it collapses, cuts through the skin. Take a wild fucking guess what leaks out.
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No idea why, but I grab the bed, try to wheel it away. The two doors are gone, just holes in the wall. I can see the red emergency lighting through the one that shouldn't be there. Just black, the other way. I push myself toward the red door.
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Something drags me back. I don't sense, uh, it, but whatever it is, it's dragging me to the black door. I'm scrabbling, but I can't get any purchase on the floor, and I slip, and the bed, uh, goes over me. Hurts. I scream until it bashes me in the head.
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I'm completely dazed, and I roll over. See the bed go out the black door. Then I wake up.
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And that's when you saw the entity.
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Claire?
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Sure.
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Hm.
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Is that… okay? Like, uh, is that an… okay dream?
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Well-
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Yeah, that's a stupid fucking question, sorry. Sorry, yeah, I've got to get back. Farnsworth wants me number crunching.
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Well, okay-
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See you around, Dr. Whitaker.
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Addendum 27: The following is a log of an informal session, instigated three weeks after those of Addendum 25 at the behest of Dr. Whitaker.
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Why am I here?
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Do you not want to be?
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No, I just - look, we're done, aren't we? I don't have to go through this, so why am I here?
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Are you alright, Claire?
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The f- what are you talking about?
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Did someone grass on me? Was it Farnsworth?
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Claire…
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I swear, I'm gonna kick him in the bollocks when you let me out of here.
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Claire-
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Does he even have - what's the Foundation trans health plan anyway? No, look, it's none of my business, you know what, I'll just kick him in the crotch and see what happ-
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CLAIRE!
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No-one reported you. Although I think Farnsworth is worried about you.
Junior Researcher Halloway enters, and slowly walks to the mattress, letting the door slowly close behind her. She sits motionless for approximately twenty minutes, staring at nothing.
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Hesitantly, she pulls out her phone, before grimacing and dropping it beside her. She does not move for another ten minutes.
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Halloway retrieves her phone, and scrolls through it. She swallows, jabs at the screen, and puts it to her ear.
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Halloway: Hey, Harry? Hi! It's Claire. But, uh, you knew that already.
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Halloway: I'm fine, you? Cool. No, I'm still at work.
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Halloway: Nothing! I'm on a break! Thought I'd call my best mate, that alright?
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She closes her eyes, and moves the phone away from her ear briefly to pinch the bridge of her nose.
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Halloway: No. Yeah, sorry, it's just… it's been a long day.
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Halloway: You know I'm not allowed. I…
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Halloway: No, I'm fine, really, just… I'm fine. It's just…
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She takes a deep breath. Her voice is slightly shaky.
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Halloway: It's just… that thing. You know. The… thing I had a few weeks back. It's…
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Halloway: Harry, please, just… I'm fine. I'm gonna be fine. It's probably not even anything! You-
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Halloway: …well, of course I can't, but I'm sure enough - look, please, I don't want you to -
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Halloway: Harry, I don't need this, I need… I, uh…
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Halloway: Okay, I've gotta go. I'll be fine, I - I'll see you tomorrow, yeah? Love you.
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She hangs up and stares at her blank phone screen for a moment. With a yell, she throws it into the wall and holds her head in her hands.
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<END LOG>
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Do you wanna talk about it?
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No.
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Okay.
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I'm fine.
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Okay.
+
…
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I… I can't…
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Take as long as you-
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I don't think it's dead.
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Are you sure?
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No, obviously I'm not fucking sure! What in the last god-only-knows how many sessions has given you the impression I'm sure of anything?
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I-
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Look, it was a stressful situation, but it wasn't so bad. I only had the odd wobble, I think I did alright, everyone was pretty alright, but it's - I don't -
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…
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The dream I told you about, in the last session. I had it two nights before.
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A week after 4679 was killed.
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I think you're getting it!
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It could be nothing, you know. You've been through a lot, through a traumatic experience, it's perfectly normal to dream about something that's been on your waking mind a lot.
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Yeah.
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But you've already considered that, haven't you?
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…
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Have you told anyone else?
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Who was I supposed to tell? You saw - heard how Harry reacted. You didn't see my mum and dad's faces the first time around.
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No. You're right. How are you feeling?
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…it wasn't too bad. It really wasn't.
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But?
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But I can't go through that again. I just can't. Well, I can, I may well fucking have to, but I don't want to. I just…
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…
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I don't wanna die. I never realised just how much I didn't want to die 'til now but I really really don't. I…
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I won't tell anyone else anything you don't want me to.
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Have I ever mentioned Martha?
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Not to me, I don't think.
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She's… well, she's… we used to… you know. And, uh, we're not… now, because I fucked it up, because I'm me. Too loud, too insensitive, too selfish. And…
+
I never apologised. Not properly, not really. Fuck, I've barely even spoken to her since. Except for drunk-texting, but that doesn't count, that's just me being annoying. I always meant to, I always needed to, I needed to make sure she knew it wasn't her fault, I just… never did. And now… what if I don't get the chance?
+
Claire…
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Plus I never finished watching Voyager. Not like it was great, but I'm a completist, and-
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Claire, you're doing well. You've been so brave, you-
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I am going to lamp the next person who calls me that.
+
…
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It doesn't stop, you know? When I look in the mirror, I don't see me, I see that wreck from my dreams, dripping mercury, skin flaking away, disintegrating. And I'm not being metaphorical, that's literally what I see. And it hurts just as much as it does when I'm asleep. I've not left the site in weeks. Just sitting there, rotting. But it was worth it, because we were killing the thing. Because it was working.
+
I'm sorry, I'm not sure why you're laughing.
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Because it's a joke. Because it's a fucking joke. I just want to be me. That's not too much to ask, is it? That's not a lot? Just to be me? I was happy to sacrifice that for a bit, because I knew it would work. If it hasn't…
+
You know what, fuck this. I need a drink.
+
Claire, you shouldn't-
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Who gives a shit!
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Claire, stop!
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Damn it.
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+
Addendum 30: A week following the discussion outlined in Addendum 27, Dr. Whitaker requested Junior Researcher Halloway come in for another informal meeting.
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Hi, Claire.
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Hi, Dr. Whitaker.
+
You can probably call me Valerie by now.
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Valerie. What am I doing here?
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You didn't think I was going to just ignore what you told me, did you?
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I thought -
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I didn't mention your name. I just suggested to Dr. Sorenson we double-check, for peace of mind. He complained, as usual, but I strong-armed him into it eventually. The results came in two hours ago.
+
…and?
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I don't know. I wanted you to be here when I looked. Thought you were owed that much, at least.
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…I don't want to look.
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I know.
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Can't I just… I'm alright like this. Not great, like, but it'll do. This'll do. Can't I just… stay like this?
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Claire, I don't know whether that thing in the containment cell is alive or not. I don't know if it's coming for you. If not, then fantastic. You've lost nothing, you can go about your life. Finish Voyager, buy Martha some flowers.
+
…
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If it is, you know what? You're still going to do all those things. This works. It might not have completed the job this time around, but it works. And yes, it'll be awful. I'm not going to bullshit you, it'll be tedious, and sickening, and painful, and you will hate every bit of it. But it'll work. And you'll get the chance to do everything you want to do.
+
I'm not sure I can.
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You don't have to be sure. You just have to know that chance is there. I wish I had something more inspiring to say, but this isn't inspiring. It's a slog, and the only reward is not having to go through more of it. But that's there for you. And, for the record, so am I. All you can do is try and keep up a good outlook, just to keep you going, and yes, I know that's easy for me to say, but I know you can do it. Remember what you said to me, first session we had?
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I said a lot of things.
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Work with me here. I said how good your attitude was, and you said…
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I refuse to die from this.
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There you go.
+
…
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I'm so tired.
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I know. I'm so sorry. But you can't rest yet.
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…fuck.
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Fuck it. All the damn monsters in this world, I'm not getting killed by the fucking blob that gives you cheese dreams. That's just be fucking embarrassing.
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Attagirl.
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Look, the cafeteria's gonna be out of custard if we don't get there soon. Let's stop pissing about here.
+
Alright, alright. Here's the email from Marcus. I don't know what's in it.
An antillian manatee showing symptoms of an SCP-496 infection.
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Special Containment Procedures: MTF γ-6 ("Deep Feeders") are to assist MTF β-7 ("Maz Hatters") in monitoring and researching SCP-496. The current perimeter around SCP-496 is to be publicly designated as a Protected Marine Wildlife Reserve. All personnel located inside of the perimeter must wear waterproof protective gear that covers their entire person, and avoid any skin contact with water. Personnel studying SCP-496 are to focus their research on finding a way of slowing or halting the spread of SCP-496.
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Description: SCP-496 is a substance composed primarily of calcium carbonate1 that covers a 35 square kilometer area of the sea floor 84 kilometers off the coast of Jakarta, Indonesia. The substance has characteristics of a waterborne contagion that is capable of infecting an organism via contact with the skin. Once SCP-496 has infected an organic substance, it will begin the process of converting all organic matter of the subject into SCP-496.
+
Signs and symptoms of an SCP-496 infection include:
+Addendum 496-1: SCP-496 was discovered by a Foundation research vessel while investigating reports of an abandoned fishing liner drifting in the middle of the ocean. Inspection of the fish hold of the ship revealed a large mass of SCP-496 which formed due to infected fish being stored in close proximity.
+
The ship was boarded by a local Foundation research vessel. Attempts to locate the missing crew failed, however an individual infected by SCP-496 was found inside of a locked room in the cargo hold of the ship. The state of the room showed signs of an aggressive struggle.
+
+Addendum 496-2: Due to a lack of understanding of the contagious properties of SCP-496, Agent Viva became exposed to SCP-496 while inspecting the infected individual. The moment Foundation personnel became aware of the contagion, the subject was quarantined in a standard containment cell located on the research vessel. Agent Viva agreed to cooperate while under quarantine, and a portion of the video log from their observation has been added to this file.
+
Video Log
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Agent Viva is locked inside of a containment room located in the storage hold of the ship. A camera has been placed in the room so Dr. Wilson may observe the infection as it advances. At the time of this segment, approximately 50% of the subjects body has been converted into SCP-496.
+
[[Begin Log]]
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Dr. Wilson: Agent, are you still able to communicate?
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Agent Viva: Yes… it's hard though —
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The subject begins look around the room, causing flakes of SCP-496 to fall off of their neck.
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Agent Viva: I — I'm seeing things. This isn't real.
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Dr. Wilson: Agent, what are you seeing?
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The subject is silent for 12 seconds.
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Dr. Wilson: Agent Viv—
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Agent Viva: A — a city made of stone… It's — It's under water. It's full of people, but they aren't drowning… they look happy. There is a temple decorated in… so many different shades of coral.
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Dr. Wilson: Can you see the room you are in?
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Agent Viva: Yes, but I can see the people too… the people going into the temple, and… praying. They look beautiful with the coral adorned on their face.
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The subject walks to the door of her cell, and attempts to escape.
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Agent Viva: We should go back… It's better down there. Please let me out.
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Dr. Wilson: Agent Viva, please try and focus on what you are seeing. Step away from the—
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Agent Viva: The water made us, and it wants us back…
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The subject begins pounding on the door while pleading to be released. vocalization ended once Agent Viva's esophagus fully closed due to swelling. Agent Viva then expired due to suffocation.
+
[[End Log]]
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Note: After the report of a contagion was received, MTF β-7 ("Maz Hatters"), and MTF γ-6 ("Deep Feeders") were dispatched to begin investigating the sea bed for signs of SCP-496. Controlled testing of SCP-496 on D-Class personnel is authorized in order to study its effects.
+
+Addendum 496-3: Further investigations of the sea bed have revealed structures that resemble those described by Agent Viva buried underneath a 3 meter thick layer of SCP-4968. As of the writing of this document, 1,312 humanoids infected by SCP-496 have been discovered inside of these structures. The current perimeter of SCP-496, as of the writing of this addendum, spans a 35 kilometer area and is growing at a rate of 4.7 meters a year.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5014's body is to be kept in a standard human cadaver storage chamber. Foundation personnel may only examine SCP-5014's body with Level-1 Clearance or above.
+
Description: SCP-5014 was a 29-year-old Anglo-American human male, standing 1.63 meters tall and weighing 75 kilograms. SCP-5014 was previously thought to be physically immortal and had previously demonstrated incredible durability against various forms of trauma and bodily harm.
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SCP-5014 had previously endured the following with no adverse affects:
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Assault via firearm.
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Blunt force.
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Repeated stabbing.
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Immolation.
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Consumption and inhalation of toxins.
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Explosives.
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Long-term exposure to a vacuum.
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Self-inflicted harm. (During and between recorded experiments)
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SCP-5014 had claimed to previously be vulnerable, as evidenced through a burn scar on the back of its right hand, which it claimed was from an incident with a stove top. It is yet unknown what caused SCP-5014 to gain its anomalous properties.
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SCP-5014's cadaver shows no sign of anomalous durability; as such, it has since been classified as Neutralized as of Incident 5014-01 on September 27th, 2022.
+
Incident 5014-01 Dossier: On September 27th, 2022, during a routine experimentation session with SCP-5014, Researcher Faith deBolt, wielding a firearm previously used in prior experiments, successfully neutralized SCP-5014 with a single shot to the forehead. Post-mortem examination concludes that approximately 6 seconds passed between the bullet entering SCP-5014's skull and its death. An investigation was later put in place to determine the reason behind its death. Suspects of note are listed below, as submitted by Foundation Researchers in the order of submission.
Suspect 5014-01
+Researcher: Researcher Faith deBolt
+Description: Suspect 5014-01 is a model of Ruger LCP handgun, which was previously in SCP-5014's possession prior to its containment. Suspect 5014-01 had been used previously on SCP-5014 to no effect.
+Investigation: Suspect 5014-01 was used in several experiments against multiple immortal entities in Foundation facilities. No effects were achieved similar to the one achieved through Incident 5014-01.
+Conclusion: Suspect 5014-01 did not terminate SCP-5014.
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+
+
Suspect 5014-02
+Researcher: Researcher Faith deBolt
+Description: Suspect 5014-02 is Researcher Faith deBolt, the researcher responsible for firing the weapon that terminated SCP-5014 during Incident 5014-01.
+Investigation: Suspect 5014-02 was told to attack several immortal entities with the intent to kill, using a variety of methods including firearms, blunt weapons, bladed weapons, her bare hands, and remotely-operated weaponry. No effects were achieved similar to the one achieved through Incident 5014-01.
+Conclusion: Suspect 5014-02 did not terminate SCP-5014.
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+
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Suspect 5014-03
+Researcher: Researcher Faith deBolt
+Description: Suspect 5014-03 is the containment chamber that SCP-5014 was housed in for the duration of its approximately three-year containment, which was also the chamber where it was terminated.
+Investigation: A single immortal entity was housed within Suspect 5014-03 until it had reached the exact amount of time in containment that SCP-5014 had experienced. The entity was experimented on with the intent to terminate. No effects were achieved similar to the one achieved through Incident 5014-01.
+Conclusion: Suspect 5014-03 did not terminate SCP-5014.
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Suspect 5014-08.
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Suspect 5014-08
+Researcher: Researcher Carlyle Fleming
+Description: Suspect 5014-08 is SCP-5014's ex-wife. Interviews from SCP-5014 claimed that she "wanted (it) dead more than anything".
+Investigation: Suspect 5014-08 was covertly abducted and scanned for anomalous activity. Suspect 5014-08 was then taken through the same experiments as used for Suspect 5014-02. No effects were achieved similar to the one achieved through Incident 5014-01. Suspect 5014-08 was then amnesticized and returned to her home.
+Conclusion: Suspect 5014-08 did not terminate SCP-5014.
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+
Suspect 5014-12
+Researcher: Researcher Jonesy Katzenburg
+Description: Suspect 5014-12 is the specific area in the middle forehead where SCP-5014 was shot, theorized to have never been harmed prior to SCP-5014's death.
+Investigation: Audio, video, and written documentation of each experiment tested on SCP-5014 is currently being examined. Investigation is unclear and incomplete, particularly due to the fact that interviews from SCP-5014 claim that they had attained their anomalous properties several years prior to their containment. While evidence has shown that previous experiments have harmed SCP-5014 in a similar if not exact location on the forehead, Researcher Katzenburg has kept the investigation open. He has insisted that Suspect 5014-12 may be as small as a fraction of a millimeter in size.
+Conclusion: Unknown, deemed unlikely.
+
+
+
Suspect 5014-21
+Researcher: Researcher Jonesy Katzenburg
+Description: Suspect 5014-21 is the exact sequence of events SCP-5014 went through before their death.
+Investigation: As one Foundation Researcher that experimented on SCP-5014 at the time has since been permanently hospitalized, this particular investigation cannot be completed without harm to the researcher.
+Conclusion: Unknown.
+
+
+
Suspect 5014-29
+Researcher: Researcher Gretchen Reuters
+Description: Suspect 5014-29 is an event that took place within the period that SCP-5014 took to die.
+Investigation: Suspect 5014-29 was first discovered by accident while investigating SCP-3885, and an incident that occurred with an instance of SCP-3885-01. At the exact moment that SCP-5014 had been terminated, an instance of SCP-3885-01 had perished in an explosion; the first and currently only recorded time an instance of SCP-3885-01 perished. Further investigation into other contained immortal entities during the exact moment SCP-5014 had perished had not given similar results, as few were in positions that would cause them to perish in the first place.
+Conclusion: Unknown.
+
+
+
Suspect 5014-33
+Researcher: Therapist Emilia Daring1
+Description: Suspect 5014-33 is a misunderstanding of SCP-5014's anomalous properties.
+Investigation: Prior interviews with SCP-5014 had claimed that it had previously discovered its anomalous properties during an attempted suicide. According to several psychological evaluations, Therapist Daring had noted that SCP-5014's depression had worsened from feeling it was obligated to die due to outside pressure, to actively seeking death for their own sake. Due to the correlation to its psychological state, it could be believed that the extent of SCP-5014's anomalous properties were over-estimated.
+Conclusion: Unknown.
SCP-5705 is to be contained within an industry standard anti-static bag located in Site-19's anomalous item storage wing. SCP-5705 is to be connected to a modified multimeter capable of recording electrical output and messages originating from 'Discharge' events.
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Equipment is to be checked bi-weekly for damage.
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Description:
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SCP-5705 in containment.
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SCP-5705 is a standard sized PP3 or 'Nine-Volt' battery with a label attached reading 'Mighty Batteries!™ Powered by Thorium!™' written in black marker. Under normal circumstances, SCP-5705 is capable of an average output of 500 mA for an indefinite amount of time when connected to an electronic device. SCP-5705 has so far proven to be invulnerable to all forms of damage, however, the label is easily removed. Tests reveal no trace of the radioactivity expected of thorium decay.
+
SCP-5705-1 is an entity currently trapped within SCP-5705. SCP-5705-1 is hostile and actively attempting to escape from the interior of SCP-5705. Occasionally, SCP-5705-1 will enter an agitated state, causing SCP-5705 to undergo what has been designated as a 'Discharge' event. During these events, the overall voltage of SCP-5705 will spike much higher than normal for a short period before returning to it's original output of 500 mA. If a device with a screen is attached to SCP-5705 during one of these events, text will appear on the screen in a language correlating to the settings of the device. These messages are often corrupted beyond the point of legibility, although a few partially coherent messages have been observed. These messages are believed to originate from SCP-5705-1 and are often hostile in nature, presumably directed at the individual designated as PoI-5705.
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Addendum-5705-A: Partial List of Recorded Messages
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Note: The following is a list of all currently recorded 'Discharge' events that have been accompanied by at least partially coherent messages. For a full list of these events, see document SCP-5705-DE.
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Message
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Voltage
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Notes
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03/04/2020
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"I gr&@ow ti*@#&$(@ish game, trickster! Relea&*^@&!@*(#()$n my hon$#r that you will no@#&*^$(armed."
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550 mA
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This was the first mostly coherent message recorded by the Foundation
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12/04/2020
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"You thi@#nk this pris@#*(&$old me? I will be fr$@*^&%^!@&alm and when I $&*#@^$*&@!(*&$%e same lesson lea$#rnt by the cou$*&^@*#est my might! Who w$#@#aughing the#$?!"
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630 mA
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N/A
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12/04/2020
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"!(*&hould have left you ti$#&*@!)(@!retched roc%$%$@en I am fre$(!@)_#ll take mor#@*($&!@&*(just your eyesight!
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610 mA
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N/A
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14/04/2020
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"Curse thi#$%(*@&#)($ed void! I sha$@#ll show you w#hy they call me might!@^&*#$l the real$$#$%educe this pla#$ce to dus$#!@!!"
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770 mA
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N/A
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21/04/2020
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"$y the stren%#@gth of my being$#@#e will of m@#y hear$#@#$ight of all the realms and those bey*$ond. I am t#@ stor$%e sky, the force tha#$%#$ifted the great serp#$%$shaped the world as it is w#$ #@& t#$#%ith my $#ammer I summo$%#%@%$ll my power, all %@ % strength, and cast them d*(#own onto these wa#$%!$#%eel the wra#$th of the mig#$#%@f the go@$!"
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830 mA
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A small spark was recorded originating from SCP-5705
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22/04/2020
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"#et! Me*! O@ut!"
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670 mA
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This spike repeated 152 times.
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Addendum-5705-B: Recovery
+
SCP-5705 was recovered from the home of Robert Bradson, an office worker living in New York City, after the Foundation became aware of social media posts in which he claimed to possess a 'magic battery' that never loses power. After an investigation into the claims, SCP-5705 was discovered in Bradson's home where it was being used to power a flashlight.
+
Bradson claims that he purchased SCP-5705 from a salesman selling his wares on a street corner. A crowd had gathered around to bid on the items being sold, most of which seem to be at least partially anomalous in nature. A number of the individuals had reportedly filmed the salesman, and after further investigation a video of the auction was discovered online.
+
Following review of the footage and the items involved, the individual selling the items has been designated as PoI-5705. Investigation into PoI-5705's whereabouts and identity are ongoing.
+
Auction Video Excerpt:
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[IRRELEVANT DATA EXPUNGED]
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PoI-5705: … pleasure doing business with you and happy sailing! Just remember to not open it indoors. For our next item, we have something that no doubt many of you fine people would love to have yourself!
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PoI-5705 holds up SCP-5705.
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PoI-5705: This magnificent item is known as a 'Mighty Battery'! On the exterior it may seem to all the world as a simple battery, but with some handiwork by yours truly it has been made into a fountain of limitless energy! Of course there is a limit at how much it can give at one time; we wouldn't want those hippie lobbyists to catch wind of a limitless power supply, would we?
+
The gathered crowd laughs in response.
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PoI-5705: This fine item will allow you to never worry about a pesky flashlight running out while trekking through the woods! Or an inconvenient halting of particularly… intimate items? No, this convenient item harnesses godlike power for your own benefit! Hell, I would sell my own brother for this beauty, if I had one that is.
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PoI-5705 performs an exaggerated wink to the camera, then places SCP-5705 on the table in front of them and throws their hands into the air.
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PoI-5705: So! Let's start the bidding at a measly $15! Any takers?
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The crowd begins to bid on SCP-5705, eventually ending with Bradson outbidding the others and purchasing SCP-5705 for a total of $32.50 before returning home. The auction then continues for another hour before PoI-5705 announces his departure and the crowd disperses.
Part of recovered GRU-P documentation. Depicts Subject-14 being administered SCP-5748.
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Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-5748-1 are stored in maximum security anomalous item storage at Site-109. Any persons exposed to SCP-5748 can be amnesticised and released from containment, with their lack of language skills explained as the result of a haemmorhagic stroke.
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Description: SCP-5748 is a gaseous chemical weapon1 designed to infiltrate the brain’s language centers, and remove all semantic connection between words and their meanings. All known SCP-5748 is in containment in the form of a collection of weaponised delivery systems, designated SCP-5748-1.
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The initial onset of this effect is a corruption of the meaning of words and expressions such that they lose nuance. Individuals then experience a loss of vocabulary and understanding of grammatical structure. During this time, the affected individuals' communications become increasingly unintelligible, and they have increased difficulty in understanding verbal, signed or written language. In the final stages, they lose all capacity to understand language and become unable to learn or relearn any language in the future.
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The duration of time between initial onset and final stages varies depending on how much SCP-5748 was inhaled by the individual. The effects can take days to fully manifest with small doses, while sufficiently large doses can cause near instant progression to the final stage. Thus far, no way to reverse the effects of SCP-5748 have been found.
+
Discovery: SCP-5748 was created by GRU 'P' Division in the early 1970s. It was originally intended to specifically target the English language, in order to be used as a weapon that would cause massive disruption amongst American forces while leaving their own troops unaffected. However, their attempts to create a targeted form of SCP-5748 failed, and the project lost its funding.
+
The SCP-5748-1 instances created as part of this project remained in GRU-P storage until the dissolution of the USSR, at which point they were obtained by the Foundation along with a number of other GRU-P assets and personnel.
+
Currently, the Foundation has 650 tonnes of solid state SCP-5748 in containment.
+
Addendum 1: Experiment Log Excerpt
+The following is part of the documentation on SCP-5748 recovered from GRU-P.
+
+
Experiment Log: Subject-14
+
Date: 14/08/1973
+
Subject: Subject-14 is a healthy 32 year old female. Previously, she was an American spy captured during an attempt to infiltrate a GRU-P installation. Subject is intelligent, with a rich vocabulary and excellent grasp of the English language, and has moderate command of Russian.
+She has proven cooperative with testing after the consequences of non-cooperation were explained to her. She has been granted access to several personal items2 as an incentive for good behaviour.
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It’s a painting of a forest. It’s beautiful, the colours are vibrant and rich and the way the sunlight illuminates the empty glade at the center makes me feel nostalgic for when I was young girl and I’d play in the woods out back.
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Post-Interview Assessment
+
Subject has been selected to test the effects of Substance P4124 exposure on a typical American citizen. She has not been informed about the nature of Substance P412, and has instead been informed she is to be used in testing the bodies reaction to prolonged exposure to a high oxygen environment. She is to be administered one dose of 3.5 mcg of Substance P412 while asleep in the oxygen chamber.
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Day One
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Speech Sample
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It’s a painting of a forest. I think the colours are good and the shapes and stuff are good too. The bit in the middle where there’s no trees feels kind of sad to me. I’m sorry, I know I explained this better yesterday but I don’t just feel good today.
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Post-Interview Assessment
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The onset of symptoms is slow but apparent. Assessment of language skills indicates a large decline, but other areas of cognitive performance remain stable.
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Day Two
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Speech Sample
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there are trees and the space between the trees look sad and alone the trees are brown with green leaves but there's all different kinds of green and its very pretty
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Post-Interview Assessment
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Subject is fully aware of the deterioration in her linguistic skills and suspects that we are responsible. She refused to comply with providing a speech sample until threats of physical violence were issued. Cognitive assessment of non-language skills indicate a minor decline, likely due to subject’s difficulty adapting to non-language based thought.
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Day Three
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Speech Sample
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NA.
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Post-Interview Assessment
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Subject has been rendered fully nonverbal. Upon her discovery that the letters from her husband have become unintelligible to her, she has become unresponsive and has exhibited symptoms of severe depression. Effects of Substance P412 on morale appear to surpass expectations.
Incident Report: 5748-1
+A Fifthist compound on Orkney was discovered to contain multiple verbally transmitted anomalous memes. Fifthists resisted attempts to negotiate and repelled an initial assault through the use of various anomalous capabilities, all of which appeared to be mediated by verbal commands. In order to avoid the use of more destructive methods, and the loss of life that would entail, a request to use SCP-5748 was made.
+
This request was approved by Site Director Kristov under Protocol 17.45 and multiple SCP-5748-1 instances were fired into the compound. Twenty four hours later, Agents breached the compound and successfully contained all Fifthists present with no loss of life.
+
A subsequent request for SCP-5748 to be reclassified as Thaumiel was denied by the Ethics Committee due to the deleterious effect on affected individuals' mental states following total loss of language skills.
Incident Report: 5748-2
+A large scale breach of the Veil has occurred in the town of Durban, South Africa. A majority of the population has been infected with SCP-6111, an anomalously memetic religion that is highly transmissible via verbal or visual contact. It compels those infected to devote themselves to passing the memetic infection onto others, and to build large pyramidal structures. Research indicates it is carried via language, and would be unable to persist in non-lingual persons.
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A quarantine around the town of Durban has been created, however SCP-6111 still poses a high risk of spreading and the possibility of global contamination remains catastrophic. SCP-6111 has also developed an immunity to amnestics. Use of SCP-5748 was proposed and a vote on its use by the O5 Council passed 8 votes to 2, with 2 abstaining.
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Large quantities of SCP-5748 were airdropped across Durban over the course of several days and aerial surveillance has indicated the SCP-6111 infection has been Neutralized. Clean up operations across Durban are still ongoing, but the use of SCP-5748 appears to have been successful. All civilians encountered thus far show no desire to construct pyramids.
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The Durban Incident has dramatically worsened and spread globally. SCP-5748 and SCP-6111 appear to have somehow combined into a new anomaly, preliminarily classed as SCP-5748-2. It retains SCP-6111’s high transmission rates but has taken on SCP-5748’s effect of rendering language incomprehensible. It appears to transmit via memetoturgic pathways and is estimated to currently infect 71.2% of the global human population. All uninfected personnel should ambersate directly to their nearest sacotogical defensive bassart.
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All prasonnate who have already been infected, stay calm and stay alarpal. You will not lose your self and you will psa die, only yab language mre be lost. The Foundation remains and will be plesad what we can to reverse mnaw. Until then, gva in the Gqanreda and remain strong, this is not m end of the world, we hyt endure.
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Cator ensep tan atral macros detan efaranate. Peros clataq en abaratop lettan, das bar fannad ca pof delantaralele.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5762 has been moved out of Operation Room 3 at Site-20, and placed into a standard object containment locker. Testing is currently impossible.
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Description: SCP-5762 is the Anderson Robotics Hummingbird, an experimental robotic surgery system. SCP-5762 is designed to be an autonomous robotic surgeon; it is capable of understanding and executing complex medical procedures through a prototype medical AI installed within. SCP-5762 is able to pass the Turing test, but is only able to communicate to human handlers through an LCD text display.
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SCP-5762 was seized at a Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd. private auction in 2018. The item was listed as an intelligent personal medical system, with no mention to its origins or history. Records indicate that MC&D acquired the item in late 2016 at a steep bargain, after Anderson Robotics shelved the project for being over-budget and under-delivering, as well as technical training difficulties with the AI software. The item was set to sell at £1.3 million before Foundation intervention.
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Following Foundation acquisition, SCP-5762 was initially consigned to long-term shutdown and containment. However, Director Alison Brey of Site-201 requested a containment transfer, citing that SCP-5762 would be a valuable asset assisting in invasive surgeries for ailing Foundation personnel. Following test (see below) it was deemed that SCP-5762 was fit for duty and was transported to and installed in Site-20's Operating Room 3. An abridged list of service history can be found below.
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Simulated torso gunshot wound. SCP-5762 staunched bleeding and performed an incision of 4 inches at site of entry, extracting bullet and repairing damaged tissue before cleaning and suturing wound.
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Agent Ally Thorpe, 37, female.
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Pneumothorax (collapsed left lung). Large needle inserted between ribs into pleural cavity to reinflate lung.
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Sergeant Milo Rodriguez, 32, male.
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Shattered hip. SCP-5762 assisted human trauma team with ORIF surgery. Attending surgeon performed incision over site, and SCP-5762 drilled in stainless steel plates and screws, gradually reconstructing the hip bone. Partial bone graft from pelvis became necessary. Attending surgeon closed the incision with surgical staples before cleaning and dressing wound.
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HMCL Supervisor Yusuf Khan, 43, male.
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Number of 2nd and 3rd degree acid burns. Failing vitals necessitated immediate intervention before arrival of trauma team. SCP-5762 cleaned and dressed patient's injuries, and performed necessary skin grafts onto damaged areas.
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Patient in unstable condition, moved to burn ward. Condition stabilized, and recovery made. SCP-5762 proved able to operate independently. Director Brey recommended that SCP-5762 be permitted to operate on patients alone if necessary.
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Agent Jeffrey Schaeffer, 32, male.
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Traumatic amputation below left knee. SCP-5762 cleaned and inspected wound, confirmed that toxic shock had set in. Leg was further cleanly amputated below the thigh in order to save life of patient.
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Patient survived in critical condition, moved to ICU. Residual limb source of pain. Partial recovery projected.
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Senior Researcher Carol Walden, 39, female.
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Traumatic brain injury. SCP-5762 and trauma team performed decompressive cranioectomy to allow brain to swell safely. SCP-5762 and team began removing hematomas and staunching brain bleeding.
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Patient placed into critical care after 9 hours of surgery. Survived with no complications.
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Patient stable. Make good team. My friends.
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Ruptured spleen. SCP-5762 performed rapid splenectomy, making incision in torso and extracting spleen entirely.
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Director Alison Brey, 54, female.
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Massive internal trauma. SCP-5762 led trauma team and attempted to stabilize patient's condition enough to perform surgery. Attempts were made to reconstruct massively fractured bones and staunch internal bleeding from bone shards. 8 hours into operation, cascading organ failure began with shutdown of gallbladder and liver, and continued to heart and brain.
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Following this event, SCP-5762 stopped responding to input and output commands and verbal communication for 34 minutes. After this, SCP-5762 booted up and then automatically shut itself down. No manual boot efforts have succeeded in bringing SCP-5762 back online.
Unfortunately, I've had to lock this entry, for the following reasons:
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We originally found this entry on a vinyl disc in the ruins of Site-01. When we inserted a copy of it into the old Foundation database, it was automatically erased. We'd like to avoid anything like that if possible.
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Given the attention scp-wiki.net has received recently, we've locked all of the pages in order to prevent vandalism.
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Please contact the Foundation Preservation Guild for more information.
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Item #:SCP-5800
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Site Responsible:USPAPH Site-98
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Director:Jeremy Henshaw
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Diagrams of SCP-5800's aperture depicted as a 5-polytope manifold; the following are the four known stages of the aperture reaching to higher levels of dimensional expansion.
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Special Containment Procedures: Scientific institutions and observatories must be prevented from discovering SCP-5800-1. Leaked and disseminated information on SCP-5800-1 must be taken down and kept away from public knowledge or addressed as a hoax. Foundation protocols must be kept in place to prevent any entity or entities from breaching this aperture.
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Foundation metaphysicians have prepared an A.I.M. (Absolute Idealistic Materials) chamber around SCP-5800-1 to permanently seal away entity or entities emerging from the aperture.
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Description: SCP-5800 is a hypothetical alternate reality that is known in relativistic physics as the fifth dimension. Specifics of SCP-5800 are unclear due to the inability of Foundation technology to properly analyze mathematical and anomalous dimensional constructs higher than our own. SCP-5800 retains radically different ideals than the laws of physics of baseline reality.
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SCP-5800 is host to living inconceivable abstract concepts that operate in Noospheric subspace similar to that of biotic components interacting with one another in a natural ecosystem. Most of these abstract concepts or entities are predatory in nature and aggressively envelop or dominate weaker ideatic concepts in order to increase in fractal topology.
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SCP-5800-1 is an aperture located approximately 5.5 au (Astronomical units) away from the Earth and appears as a uniform 5-polytope (Schläfli symbol t1{3,3,3,4}) with the Schläfli symbol increasing in notation every 215 years. This aperture does not conform to normative spacetime and instead appears to possess a tesselated geometry that steadily increases in complexity to the point that Foundation supercomputers are incapable of processing a digital representation of SCP-5800-1.
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SCP-5800 was officially designated following several events involving SCP-1425, SCP-2155, SCP-3005, and SCP-4565 and their effects on human society. Following a more accurate quantification of SCP-5800, Foundation resources are to be devoted to its neutralization.
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Addendum 5800.1: The Petrislav Notes
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Igor Petrislav (1689 - 1751) was a Russian sorcerer and one of the first to codify their practices into what is now known as thaumaturgy. Towards the end of his life, Petrislav discovered SCP-5800 and began to perform experiments on it. Following his death, Petrislav's next of kin hid his work on it in a hidden chamber in his stronghold by Petrislav's will. This research was not rediscovered until it was excavated in 1996.
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If there is a world of ideas, then there is a world that contains the opposite of ideas. It took some experimentation to be able to breach the boundary between these two worlds, but now I can see why it was sealed away. I found it to be frayed at the ends, yet overflowing with some substance that can only be accurately described as "light" in our universe.
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This "light" is very pleasing to take in; unfortunately, it melts the mind and causes madness. Abram stared into the portal for the entire day, and at the end he couldn't say a coherent sentence that didn't involve the color pink or the sight of smoke. In addition, the light seems to have an adverse effect on animals, as my two cats ran for their lives at the sight of the opening.
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If my observations are correct, I believe that submerging anything inside of this world will inevitably result in the idea remaining there. Viktor put an apple inside of the portal before taking it out. The apple slowly shifted forms and color, until it turned itself into a green snake who spoke cautionary tales about liquid hands and hateful stars in the sky. I took the liberty of sealing the aperture after that; I'd rather not have ideas interact with that world for a prolonged period of time.
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Addendum 5800.2: Further Research
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The following is a audio recording of Dr. MacWarren, one of the lead researchers analyzing SCP-5800's effects on human cognition.
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Alright, I'm supposed to leave the office but I can't be fucked to write anymore. I've been bleeding out my nose and ears for the past two days and it keeps messing up my papers.
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Right, so what we've learned so far about SCP-5800 is that it's an ecological ideaspace for extremely volatile abstract concepts. These things have a hierarchy of sorts which is dictated by the size of these beings.
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I use the term "size" loosely because th- [coughs] there ah… these things are presented in sets of infinities; like how many integers or natural numbers there are in- in mathematics. The sheer size of these- these beings are defined as uncountable infinities. Despite logic telling us that there can't be anything larger in scale than… well… infinity.
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Yeah, I know to the average layman that can't be possible. But it's very much true. These beings are represented by their "aleph numbers": numbers which represent the cardinality of infinite sets. Professor Hutchinson stated that such beings exist in these numbers and have been known to for quite some time.
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What we've found out, is that there is a philosophy stemming around the hidden potential of the human mind. That in order to ascend past the boundaries of everything, one must secede from their personal principals and "unlock what's within." These, uh… it's just a metaphorical analogy and all that. Ideas presented in a way for us to understand how to truly be one with the very hand that exists above us and sits at a many-angled throne of stars and pure radiance. A blissful-
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Sorry, got a bit carried away there. Anyway, there are sects that have had a long history with a certain key stretching all the way back to the Third Crusade. A key that could open all the doors to the world and the mind itself. We haven't figured much about this door though.
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I'm sure we have some keys locked up that can open some doors or all doors. But I don't know anything about a door. As far as I'm concerned, I don't think we ever had a door contained in the first place… or did we? I don't- I don't know.
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Whatever… I don't expect anyone to understand. Calvin and I have been working our asses off on this thing and I- I think it's affecting us somehow; they're telling us to go on a medical leave. Our research and data on SCP-5800 is getting pushed to someone named Harkness, he's got more experience with this than I do anyway.
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Shit, I'm getting lightheaded as hell. Right, that about wraps up what's- been uh… happening as of late. Talk soon.
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Addendum 5800.3: SCP-5800-1 Exploration Attempts
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After the appearance of SCP-████1 following testing between SCP-███ and SCP-████-█, it was determined that an exploration of the anomaly would give greater insight into its origins. A Urelena-Class Colony was erected near the entrance of SCP-████. Director Simon Browning was originally selected to head exploration efforts; however, O5-5 overrided Protocol ALPHA-CONTAMINANT in order to oversee exploration themselves, citing a need to be precise.
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The colony was considered self-sustaining on 2095/03/29. A robotic drone was to be deployed into the anomaly on 2095/04/09. However, five days prior to deployment, Site-19 Command received the following transmission:
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COLONY: This is Agent Stroffson, aboard Urelena-Class Colony #1093. We're undergoing a situation, can anyone hear us?
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SITE-19: This is Dr. Johannson, at Site-19, in New San Francisco, Saturn. What's the situation?
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COLONY: We're being pulled into SCP-████. We believe that the mission is over.
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COLONY: No, no, no, there's an… a light. There's a light and we're being pulled into it.
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The file below was found on the same vinyl that we found the SCP-5800 file on. Given the fall of the Foundation occurred shortly after the events described above, this is believed to be relevant.
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Extended Description of SCP-5800: SCP-5800-A refers to the concept of the Foundation as an entity. After an event on 2095/05/05, SCP-5800-A has been partially submerged inside of SCP-5800. This has had an impact on baseline reality, causing:
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The alteration of the Foundation's core mission statement.
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The absorption of several minor groups of interest, such as GoI-049 ("Global Occult Coalition").
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Incident Log 5800-TRINITY: On 2095/05/05, the director of MTF Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand") entered the O5 Council's main chamber as part of a surprise inspection. However, they found O5-5 performing a ritual, involving the sacrifice of several important Foundation personnel and the drawing of a star on the floor using chalk. MTF Alpha-1 managed to interrupt this ritual, but suffered major casualties.
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Several modifications to the Foundation as a concept took place after the ritual (see Extended Description of SCP-5800 above). In response, parts of the Foundation broke off with the goal of overthrowing the O5 Council.
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INTERVIEW LOG
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Interviewer: Dr. Sean Reemus
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Dr. Reemus: Have you heard of the Chaos Insurgency, Overseer?
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O5-5: Of course I have, doctor.
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Dr. Reemus: The Overseers became tyrants. The Insurgency was formed because they did not want to see the world ruled by people with power left unchecked. I think we're trying to imitate them.
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O5-5: That's not what this is really about, is it?
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Dr. Reemus: No, no, no. The Insurgency turned out to be a mistake in the long run. It's just a lot easier to rally behind the idea of eliminating tyrants than eliminating ideas.
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O5-5: That seems a little extreme to you, doesn't it?
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Dr. Reemus: So what's your story, then? Why have you suddenly changed the Foundation's prime directive and absorbed the competition?
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O5-5: You don't really get it, do you? You think we can just solve the world's problems by putting them all in boxes. Four-sided boxes filled with the vilest and the darkest of evils.
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Dr. Reemus: If this is about the number five, there's no scientific evidence that it is what you claim it is.
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O5-5: But God? God will cleanse this fetid world. This forsaken universe is a sin, and we will be born anew in God's glorious dazzling light. It's not a fantasy, Sean. It's not even a reality. It is so, so, so much more than that and beyond. It's an escape. And we have the KEY to bring it here.
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Dr. Reemus: Key? Are you talking about SCP-5800?
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O5-5: When you cut the arm off of a starfish, what happens?
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Dr. Reemus: What? I don't… it grows back, right?
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O5-5: You have to know, God's omnipresence expands above all the worlds in every universe. We thought we could keep it out by obliterating the very idea of God's existence, and it didn't even work! We tried to excise it from the very abyss in our heads. We tried so damn hard to cut it out. But like a starfish, it grew back. You can't stop it. God is here to bring us what we deserve.
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Dr. Reemus: With all due respect, Overseer, you're insane.
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O5-5: What, you thought we could just lock the DOOR and throw away the KEY? It was always there. We put God on the other side of the DOOR and pretended that everything was alright even though it wasn't. It never was. But we can still try to bring it here, Reemus. Deep down in the moist music and the- the orgasmic smoke of your heart's mind, you know that it's true. We already have the KEY, and we know what the DOOR is.
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Dr. Reemus: Okay, I think we have enough here. Clef, do you think you can edit it, so-
See my Author Page for more information. If you like reading my stuff, consider checking out my YouTube Channel for SCP-inspired animations, among other things.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5885 is currently uncontained, and it is suspected that its anomalous properties preclude the possibility of future containment. Task Force Ein-6 ("Memento Mori") has been deployed to recover the bodies of J. Rittel and prevent members of the public from witnessing the associated demanifestation events, as well as doctoring and suppressing records of the bodies' disappearances1.
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Description: SCP-5885 is a temporal and probabilistic anomaly centred around the death of one J. Rittel, which occurs repeatedly at intervals of exactly 24 hours. The cause of death is variable in each case, but corresponds loosely with demographic norms for the location and age. Rittel will always be at least 18 years of age at the time of death, and displays abnormal weighting towards death at a younger age (avg. 22 yrs, compared with 70 for the global population). All instances to-date have been physically and genetically identical (excepting environmental factors), and raised in a predominantly English-speaking nation.
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Rittel's corpse will disappear exactly 24 hours following their death, accompanied by a low-energy burst of microwave radiation and its tachyonic equivalent. The next instance will die immediately following this, but no causal link between the two events has ever been established. Notably, each instance of Rittel will have large amounts of corroborating evidence supporting their life for at least 18 years prior, but will never have been located by any individual or organisation with reason to identify SCP-5885. As a consequence, Rittel has only ever been identified postmortem, and only after the disappearance of the prior corpse.
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The date of the first occurrence of SCP-5885 is unclear. Records by Foundation precursor groups confirm its existence as far back as 1667 CE, but civilian documents identify the deaths of three Englishmen by the name of Jordan Rittel on three consecutive days in 1107 CE.
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Detainment & interrogation: On ████-██-██, SCP-5885 resulted in the death of an instance of Rittel2 within 2 kilometres of Research Site-Tau3. The body was brought to the site and placed within a refrigerated containment unit, within the range of a Xyank/Anastasakos Constant Temporal Sink (XACTS). The body demanifested and remanifested repeatedly once the 24 hour window had passed, but stabilised in constant reality at 14:55 local time. Past this point, the power drawn by the XACTS from the Site's reactor increased exponentially. No additional SCP-5885-related death was recorded.
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Foreword: Interview conducted by means of SCP-████, augmented by salvaged paratechnology.
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Kostra: Hello, Jamie.
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Rittel: Wh- what? What the fuck?
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Kostra: Hello Jamie, you've had a bit of an accident, but you're okay now. Can you remember where you were last? We'd like to ask you some questions if that's okay.
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Rittel: I- I died. I died, h- how the fuck did you do this?
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Kostra: You had an accident, but we were able to-
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Rittel: No, no, I died. I was gone. And it was about time too4. And then you… Jesus Christ, he's gonna be so worried.
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Kostra: You're aware of your… 'deaths', then?
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Rittel: What? Kinda, sure. Listen, I'm sure this is great news for whatever procedure you're trying here, but I was in the middle of something. You've… Christ, you've gotta kill me.
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Kostra: We won't be doing that, Jamie. Do you remember working as a waiter in Milton Keynes?5
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Rittel: How the fuck is that important? I'm sorry, I just… God, you've gotta understand, this is a big thing for me. You're fucking up a lot of stuff right now.
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Kostra: I'm sorry for that. We've only got a few more things to ask. Do you know why you keep… dying?
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Rittel: Everyone does it, if you haven't noticed. It's, like, the only guaranteed thing.
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Kostra: Ah, yes. That and taxes, right?
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Rittel: I don't. 'Come back', I mean. Not like that. I don't think you really get it. And I don't really want to explain it to you, to be honest. It's private.
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Kostra: Right, uh, sorry. Sorry? Your death is… private?
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Rittel: Yeah.
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Kostra: I think I might have to. Do you know why we're not able to find you until the 'old' you 'dies'?
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Rittel: That's how things work. Things have to happen one after another. [Rittel runs their hands through their hair and looks around nervously]All this is pretty… straightforward. We're not doing anything illegal. Just one more, right?
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Kostra: Yes. You mentioned a 'him' earlier. Would you mind telling us who 'he' is?
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Rittel: …Yeah, no, I don't think I'm gonna do that. Sorry.
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Rittel: I- I'm guessing that means our time's up? Or, uh- [Rittel gestures to the scalpels next to them] -do I have to do this the, uh, old fashioned way?
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Kostra: No, no, that… that's all. Thank you.
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Rittel: Alright. Thanks, I guess. But, um… please never do this shit again.
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Shortly following the conclusion of this interview, a deceased 18 year-old instance of Rittel was discovered in London, England. The cause of death was suicide by hanging and the time of death was consistent with SCP-5885, with no variation caused by the above detainment. A heart was drawn in lipstick on the mirror of their hotel room's bathroom, with a crude skull drawn inside. The significance of this is presently unknown. Although they left no suicide note, preliminary investigation teams reported the body to be smiling.
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5899 is currently housed within a Transmutive-Euclid Humanoid Containment Chamber outfitted with standard amenities for a human. SCP-5899 is to be supplied with 1 kg of plastic once a day. Bovines are not to enter within 500 meters of SCP-5899's containment chamber.
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Description: SCP-5899 is a Laotian-American male, 183 cm in height, who is capable of transmuting matter into organic matter and creatures superficially similar to members of the subfamily Bovinae, often with extreme physiological changes (hereafter referred to as SCP-5899-1 instances). To date, SCP-5899 has not created any nonanomalous member of Bovinae without significant changes to its physiology.
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SCP-5899 was discovered within the town of Dance With Death, California, attempting to transform an individual's house into "a giant cow." Subject managed to transform the walls, roof, and several items within the house into creatures resembling different species of bovine. SCP-5899 stated it was doing this to settle a dispute. SCP-5899 and all SCP-5899-1 instances were transported to Site-551 for study.
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SCP-5899 is passive and compliant with Foundation staff, and has agreed to not damage its containment chamber in exchange for a small amount of material to "experiment with" every day. Site Administration has chosen plastic for this exchange.
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SCP-5899 transformed material into an SCP-5899-1 instance resembling a dairy cow with extremely large horns. Each horn is 3 meters in height and is black in color. Additionally, the instance did not possess a heart and instead had a third kidney in place of a heart. The instance was unable to carry the weight of these horns and died shortly after conception.
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SCP-5899 transformed material into an SCP-5899-1 instance resembling a water buffalo with enlarged eyes and hooves and a smaller mouth. The SCP-5899-1 instance immediately vomited a mixture of stomach acid and blood while falling to the ground. The instance died shortly after.
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"Horns are fine but now everything's all fucked up. Ugh."
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SCP-5899 transformed material into an SCP-5899-1 instance resembling an African buffalo. Subject had no eyes or mouth, and was incredibly small for a member of its species. Despite this, the subject managed to live for several hours after conception, ultimately dying due to dehydration.
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"Much better, much better, I think I got it this time!"
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SCP-5899 transformed material into an SCP-5899-1 instance resembling an unknown species of bovine. The instance had seven eyes, three mouths, fifteen ears and eighty-seven anuses. Instance died immediately after conception.
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"Nope, still fucked."
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Addendum-2: Interview Log
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INTERVIEW LOG
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INTERVIEWED: SCP-5899
+INTERVIEWER: Agent Jean
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Agent Jean: Excuse me, SCP-5899, do you have a moment?
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(SCP-5899 is holding several handfuls of beef, which are purple in color.)
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SCP-5899: Good timing actually, just got done with my fifteenth batch. I'm skipping creating animals and instead creating meat to see if I can get some beef.
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(Silence)
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SCP-5899: I don't think beef would be purple.
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Agent Jean: Would be?
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SCP-5899: Yes, what about it?
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Agent Jean: I'm confused by what you mean. Uh… we have some beef you can use as reference if you-
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SCP-5899: No, no you don't.
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Agent Jean: Excuse me?
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SCP-5899: I'm saying you don't have beef. I highly doubt you have any, considering it hasn't been made yet.
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Agent Jean: I don't think I follow.
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SCP-5899: I can tell you that no beef exists in this world right now. If it did, I wouldn't be doing what I'm doing. That simple.
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Agent Jean: You… don't believe beef exists?
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(Silence)
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SCP-5899: You're one of those, I see.
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Agent Jean: SCP-5899, I'm incredibly confused.
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SCP-5899: Listen, I don't know if I can make you think otherwise, but cows… they don't exist. They just don't. There's no proof. They don't exist…
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(Silence)
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SCP-5899: But they should.
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Agent Jean: What do you mean by, "they don't exist?"
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SCP-5899: They just don't! But they're valued by Americans all around the world, for their milk and meat, and if I'm gonna die, I wanna die knowing I did humanity a favor.
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Agent Jean: We have footage and pictures of cows and… well, it wouldn't take much to just bring one to you.
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SCP-5899: Faked. Faked cows. Simple as that. Not real cows, because real cows don't exist.
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Agent Jean: B-
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SCP-5899: Listen, kid, I want cows to exist as much as the next simpleton, and I don't like saying they don't exist because I wish they did, but I'm doing my best here, and by giving me the stuff needed to transmute, I can refine the perfect specimen, breed it, and give humanity something to thank me for.
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Agent Jean: A-alright… excuse me for one moment, I need to get something.
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SCP-5899: Take your time.
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(Agent Jean exits the room. Silence for several minutes. Agent Jean returns with a slab of raw beef.)
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Agent Jean: Here, here's some beef.
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(SCP-5899 takes a look at the beef presented by Agent Jean.)
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SCP-5899: Why did you bring me a slab of human meat?
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Agent Jean: Wha-
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SCP-5899: Either way, I don't care, I need concentration so if you could leave, that'd be excellent.
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[END LOG]
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Oi, Jean, any luck?
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Nope. He says that beef and cows "don't exist" and that he's trying to create them or something.
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Weird. Like, what did he say about the beef you brought him?
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Yeah, dude's insane, but not my job to worry about stuff like tha-
Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-6051's abilities and the remoteness of its current location, containment is, though theoretically possible, far too costly and is unnecessary. All attempts to do so are to be postponed indefinitely. SCP-6051's movements are to be observed via satellite, while Foundation monitoring stations within Siberia are to monitor for any abnormally low-temperature shifts in the region.
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In the event SCP-6051 is observed moving towards a populated area, MTF-Epsilon 6 "Village Idiots" are to intercept and draw SCP-6051 back into a more sparsely populated area. In the event, this fails, and SCP-6051 does enter a populated area, MTF Epsilon-9 "Fire Eater" and MTF Pi-1 "City Slickers" are to be deployed to force SCP-6051 to flee. All witnesses are to be amnesticized and a cover story regarding freak snowstorms is to be circulated through the media.
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Description: SCP-6051 is a humanoid entity formerly known as Senior Sergeant Viktor Kuznetsov of the 3rd Guards Rifle Division. The entity is 6ft3 in height and suffers from severe albinism. Despite being born in 1911, SCP-6051 has not shown any visible signs of ageing since 1941. SCP-6051 possesses potent cryokinetic abilities. SCP-6051's internal body temperature has been recorded to be as low as −5°C.1 SCP-6051 is capable of lowering the temperature of its immediate surroundings to −50°C.2 With concentration, this effect can be amplified to being able to almost instantly freeze an object or individual within one mile and when within SCP-6051's line of sight.
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SCP-6051 effects can be hampered and even completely stopped with high temperatures. According to GRU-P testing, temperatures of 600-800°C3 or less did little to impede SCP-6051's capabilities. Temperatures of 1000°C4 were shown to be effective as slowing down SCP-6051, though this could be overcome given enough time and concentration on the part of SCP-6051. Only temperatures of 2204°C5 and above were capable of completely stopping SCP-6051 in its tracks.
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Addendum-6051-1:History and Origin of SCP-6051
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Below is a collection of GRU-P6 documents that were provided by the GRU-P during the initial containment efforts of SCP-6051. These documents outline the history of Project: Red Flea, which created SCP-6051, though most of what was related to the creation of SCP-6051 was destroyed in 1948.
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OSI "SILENT NIGHT" DIVISION "P" DEPARTMENT II
+APPROVED 11.III.1935 PRINTOUT NR: 1
+SIGNED .................. S
+DEPARTMENT HEAD III-P-9-GRU D.NR: 14-III-1936
+RESPONSIBLE PERSONNEL: Mefodiy Kuzmin к.т.н.7
+DETAIL: OSI "SILENT NIGHT" is the designation of a previously unknown Vila8, which has been frequently sighted and documented by both high and low ranking military personnel over the last century. The most notable characteristic of "SILENT NIGHT" is its endothermic properties, causing the severity of winters to increase near it.
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First recorded officially by Grande Armée and Imperial Russian forces in 1812 during the French retreat from Russia. Precise physical characteristics vary from each account, the only three consistencies between all are as follows:
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The body of "SILENT NIGHT" emitted no heat whatsoever, only cold.
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Being blindingly white, only noticeable during the winter due to its frequent movements and the amount of smoke and dust in the air thrown up by combat.
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"SILENT NIGHT" was recorded as emitting faint 'giggling' noises.
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Its presence at major battles has been theorised to be due to 'excitement' over observing the combat involved, providing a possible explanation for the noises emitted by "SILENT NIGHT". Its effects on its surroundings are theorized to be unintentional.
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"SILENT NIGHT" was successfully restrained by the use of a pagan binding ritual, as all efforts at physical restraining have failed. "SILENT NIGHT" is currently bound to a large granite rock at the secure site codenamed "VERA" until long term holding can be established.
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Proposed uses:
+ (i) Agricultural Improvements - REJECTED - Assuming that control or cooperation is possible. "SILENT NIGHT" could be used to improve farming conditions in Siberia and in turn increased agricultural output, as it may be capable of redirecting colder temperatures away from our farmlands. As well as shifting our main food source from Ukraine to further East, where it would be safer in the event of war. Concealment of this is considered too costly, along with long-term ecological ramifications of such a radical environmental shift. And there is nothing to indicate "SILENT NIGHT" is capable of absorbing the cold, only causing it.
+ (ii) Military Usage (Large Scale) - APPROVED - "SILENT NIGHT" has been shown capable of driving back entire armies when 'excited'. If such excitement could be focused, we should cause sudden shifts in the weather and harsher winters, thereby slowing down any invading army if not outright stopping them in their tracks.
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Long Live the Soviet Union.
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PROJECT UPDATEDIVISION "P" DEPARTMENT II
+05.V.1938D.NR:08-X-1939
+ATTACHED TO DOCUMENT 14-III-1936
+SENDER: Office of the General Secretariat of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union
+RECIPIENT: Mefodiy Kuzmin к.т.н.
+DETAIL: With the rising tensions in Europe, it is the belief of the General Secretary that the military potential of "SILENT NIGHT" must be further considered.
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To this end, additional military funding is to be granted. Furthermore, all "SILENT NIGHT" research staff are to be reassigned to a new project. Its official designation is to be "PROJECT: RED FLEA." The aim of this project is to assess and fully utilise the military capabilities of "SILENT NIGHT". Any additional research must be with the aim of furthering this goal, any research efforts that are not outlined in Appendix A must be approved by GRU-P command and/or the General Secretary.
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Long Live the Soviet Union.
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PROJECT UPDATEDIVISION "P" DEPARTMENT II
+08.IV.1940D.NR:08-IV-1940
+ATTACHED TO DOCUMENT 08-VV-1938
+SENDER: Office of the General Secretariat of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union
+RECIPIENT: Mefodiy Kuzmin к.т.н.
+DETAIL: The following is a response to a recent update on "PROJECT: RED FLEA" by Mefodiy Kuzmin к.т.н.
+
At this moment, all efforts at communication and cooperation appear to be impossible. If "SILENT NIGHT" is capable of verbal or written communication, it does not have any interest in doing so. As outlined in earlier research notes, the only discernable reaction that can be truly observed is excitement when combat and warfare are near. The reason behind this is unknown. Two solutions have been proposed.
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Proposed solutions:
+ (i) Improve Communication Efforts - REJECTED - If we can figure out precisely how "SILENT NIGHT" communicates then perhaps we can convince it to work with the GRU-P. The fact nothing has come from nearly two years of research makes it clear this is an act of futility.
+ (ii) Binding "SILENT NIGHT" to a Human - APPROVED - Several of the staff have proposed a radical, but possibly effective solution. As it has been proved that "SILENT NIGHT" can be bound to a physical object and can affect the temperature of and the area surrounding said object, it has been theorized that binding it to a human would allow the usage of its abilities. Before we can begin the binding ritual, a physically fit and ideologically loyal individual must be selected as the host. No records of this being attempted in the past have been found, so the risk is great. But we will take every precaution necessary to ensure its success.
+
Long Live the Soviet Union.
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+
INTERVIEW LOGDIVISION "P" DEPARTMENT II
+20.X.1940D.NR:20-X-1940
+ATTACHED TO DOCUMENT 12-III-1940
+Attached is an extract from the transcript of an interview with Candidate 22 for "PROJECT: RED FLEA", Senior Sergeant Viktor Kuznetsov. Interviewer is agent "MAXIM"."
+
M: State your name, age and date of birth.
+VK: Senior Sergeant Viktor Kuznetsov. I am 29 years old, born on 23rd April 1911.
+M: And the date please?
+VK: 20th October 1940.
+M: This interview is being conducted to determine if you are psychologically fit for this project. I want you to answer these questions honestly, giving false information will be met with severe consequences. Do you understand?
+VK: Yes sir.
+M: Good. Why did you accept the invitation to be a candidate for this project?
+VK: Two main reasons sir. The first is that I want to contribute more to the Soviet Union and comrade Stalin than just being another rifleman on the frontlines. Not that there is anything wrong with that.
+M: And the second reason?
+VK: Because I was asked to.
+M: What do you know of this project?
+VK: Rumours mostly, I know it's top-secret but that's all I know for certain. I've heard it's a super-soldier program. But I've also heard it's about designing new tanks, even heard it was about creating Babayaga or a Vodyanoy.9 Utter rubbish I tell you, must have gotten drunk when they came up with that.
+M: And you haven't been curious about this project?
+VK: Maybe a little but if I get accepted my questions will be answered. So I can wait.
+M: Good, would you kill an unarmed man?
+VK: If he was an enemy of the state yes.
+M: What if he was not?
+VK: …In all honesty?
+M: Yes.
+VK: Probably not.
+M: Would you disobey a superior officer to save any soldiers under your command?
+VK: No, my superiors are no doubt planning for the long run.
+M: What if your superiors had ordered you to execute an unarmed man, who as far as you knew was not an enemy of the state?
+VK: …I would, though not without some hesitation.
+M: Understandable, that much is reflected in your handling of Basmachis in Turkestan. Well I have everything I need, thank you for your time Senior Sergeant Viktor Kuznetsov.
+Candidate 22 has shown commitment to the ideals of Communism, as well as matching the physical requirements for "PROJECT: RED FLEA". While I understand it is not my place to choose who is accepted, but I personally recommend Candidate 22. I hope this can at least be taken into account.
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PROJECT UPDATEDIVISION "P" DEPARTMENT II
+12.IV.1941D.NR:12-IV-1941
+ATTACHED TO DOCUMENT D.NR:08-IV-1940
+SENDER: Mefodiy Kuzmin к.т.н.
+RECIPIENT: Office of the General Secretariat of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union
+DETAIL: By all accounts, the binding ritual was successfully performed on the 12th Feburary 1941. "SILENT NIGHT" was successfully bound to Senior Sergeant Viktor Kuznetsov who will henseforth be designated as "RED FLEA".
+
"RED FLEA" has shown extensive control over its newfound capabilities, despite the physical and emotional stress of the procedure. The only noted physical difference to "RED FLEA"'s body following the procedure is a change in hair colour and pigmentation into that of an Albino. "RED FLEA" has also been shown to be able to direct its effects towards specific targets. Capable of completely freezing a T-26 tank within minutes.
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We are currently in the process of testing the limits of "RED FLEA"'s capabilities. "RED FLEA" is estimated to be ready for large scare military operations by March 1942.
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Long Live the Soviet Union.
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PROJECT UPDATEDIVISION "P" DEPARTMENT II
+28.IX.1941D.NR:28-IX-1941
+ATTACHED TO DOCUMENT 12-IV-1941
+SENDER: Office of the General Secretariat of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union
+RECIPIENT: Mefodiy Kuzmin к.т.н.
+DETAIL: As this update is free of the obligations of propaganda, I will be stark and clear. With the loss of Kyiv, the Red Army is finding it increasingly difficult to stem the tide of the Nazi horde. The Stavka10 estimates that the Wehrmacht will reach Moscow within weeks. If we are to achieve victory and preserve the Soviet Union, "RED FLEA" must be deployed as soon as possible.
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The General Secretary is officially ordering the process of training be sped up, "RED FLEA" is to be deployed by Winter of this year. If you cannot deliver this, the General Secretary will find someone who can.
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Long Live the Soviet Union.
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PROJECT REVIEWDIVISION "P" DEPARTMENT II
+20.VIII.1944D.NR:20-VIII-1944
+ATTACHED TO DOCUMENT 15-V-1941
+SENDER: Mefodiy Kuzmin к.т.н.
+RECIPIENT: Office of the General Secretariat of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union
+DETAIL: With the recent victories over the Wehrmacht I believe it would be best to go over a brief outline of "RED FLEA"'s effectiveness over these past three years. Especially as we advance towards Germany itself.
+
"RED FLEA"'s capabilities have been found capable of greatly affecting the weather much like "SILENT NIGHT." The most notable example being the Battle of Stalingrad, during this operation "RED FLEA" used its capabilities to cause, what has since been identified, as the coldest winter in 100 years. Unfortunately, this extreme winter was also a hamper for our own forces, grounding the majority of the Soviet Air Force that was to take part in operations to encircle and destroy Wehrmacht forces in Stalingrad.
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Furthermore, "RED FLEA" has shown an increasing detachment from its fellow soldiers often being distant and cold. Many of our own personnel are afraid to make physical contact with "RED FLEA" out of fear of frostbite. "RED FLEA" makes little comment on this, even when asked. Further examples of this detachment can be seen in the attached post-operation interview transcript. Nevertheless, "RED FLEA" has played a decisive role in several major operations, both offensive and defensive. I recommend we maintain close observation of "RED FLEA" however, as its shifting behaviour means its loyalty may waver in the future.
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Long Live the Soviet Union.
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INTERVIEW LOGDIVISION "P" DEPARTMENT II
+24.V.1942D.NR:24-IV-1943
+ATTACHED TO DOCUMENT 20-VIII-1944
+Attached is an extract from the transcript of an interview with "RED FLEA". Interview took place following the end of the Moscow Strategic Offensive Operation. Interviewer is agent "MAXIM", who had helped "RED FLEA" in its training prior to and immediately after the ritual.
+
M: State your name for the record please.
+RF: Senior Sergeant Viktor Kuznetsov, code-named Red Flea.
+M: And the date please?
+RF: 24th May 1942.
+M: Excellent, your mental capacity remains intact.
+RF: Is something the matter?
+M: No, this is just a simple after mission report. You are by no means an ordinary soldier, after all, so we want to make sure everything is going well.
+RF: Of course.
+M: During your most recent operation, you were assigned to take out a German Panzer Brigade, a simple feat for you. Is this correct?
+RF: Yes.
+M: During this operation, you were attacked by Alaric11 agents, they attempted to bind you to a pocket watch in a similar fashion to the ritual we performed on you. Is this correct?
+RF: Yes.
+M: And in response you froze two of these three Alaric agents solid. Correct?
+RF: Yes.
+M: Care to explain what happened to the third agent?
+RF: I only froze his leg, so he would not be able to escape. That way he could be interrogated
+M: That would be the case, if not for the fact you killed him before we had a chance to bring him in for interrogation. You froze his head solid, by all accounts it was a slow and brutal process. Are these accounts accurate?
+RF: Yes.
+M: And what of the soldiers who were attempting to apprehend that agent? They were frozen as well. Is that correct?
+RF: Yes.
+M: What did they do?
+RF: They got in the way. Do you expect an artillery piece to cease firing just because a couple of friendly soldiers were in the way?
+M: So why did you do freeze the agent in the first place?
+RF: It was my understanding that the Germans had to suffer. After what they did to Russia.
+M: An understandable reaction, but this is not the first incident like this reported, each one was justified with similar excuses. Why did you feel the need to justify these events with a desire for interrogation or anything else along those lines?
+RF: Revenge doesn't look good on official reports.
+Despite this notable change in behaviour, it is appropriate for effective wartime combat. As it aids in the dehumanisation of the Germans. Therefore, we need not take action.
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NOTICE OF PROJECT CANCELLATIONDIVISION "P" DEPARTMENT II
+18.XII.1948D.NR:18-XII-1948
+ATTACHED TO DOCUMENT 11-XII-1947
+SENDER: Office of the General Secretariat of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union
+RECIPIENT: Mefodiy Kuzmin к.б.н.
+DETAIL: As of the 18th of December, 1948 "PROJECT: RED FLEA" is to be cancelled and disbanded, effective immediately, under the direct order of the General Secretariat of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union.
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This cancellation has been ordered following the incident on the 15th of December, 1948. During which "RED FLEA" escaped secure facility "VERA". The precise cause of this incident is currently under investigation but the consequences of it are clear. "RED FLEA" is currently wandering the wastes of Siberia as it is a perfect environment for it to thrive in. At present, all GRU-P personnel who attempted to locate and/or apprehend "RED FLEA" during and immediately after its escape have been killed.
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Therefore, until "RED FLEA" has been returned to GRU-P control, "PROJECT: RED FLEA" and all research not related to the reacquirement of "RED FLEA" are to be halted until further notice.
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For this specific project, we ask that you:
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Destroy any and all documentation related to both "SILENT NIGHT" and "RED FLEA", unless ordered to do otherwise by the Office of the General Secretariat of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union.
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Suppress any reported sighting of "RED FLEA" by either military personnel or civilians.
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All personnel associated with "PROJECT: RED FLEA" are to be redirected into locating and recapturing "RED FLEA"". Patrols of "RED FLEA"'s last known location are to be organised immediately. If "RED FLEA" is located, the binding ritual is to be attempted, the item "RED FLEA" is to be bound will be left at your discretion.
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Long Live the Soviet Union.
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This is the last known document related to SCP-6051 in GRU-P archives. Following this incident, SCP-6051 remained in Siberia, the GRU-P attempted to recapture it several times to no avail.
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SCP-6051 entered the knowledge of the Foundation on the 15th of September 1987. With the collapse of the Soviet Union imminent, the GRU-P contacted the Foundation in order to hand over the responsibility of SCP-6051 to them as they lacked the funding and resources for further recapture efforts. The GRU-P offered to hand over all documents related to SCP-6051 that had not been destroyed, in exchange, the Foundation would provide them short-term financial aid. These terms were agreed to and the Foundation immediately moved in to attempt to contain SCP-6051, all containment attempts failed.
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Below is a transcript of the last containment effort prior to the introduction of the current containment procedures.
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Video Log Transcript, Containment Attempt 5
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Date: 26/11/1989
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Exploration Team: Mobile Task Force Epsilon-9 "Fire Eater"
Additional Notes: At the beginning of the log, MTF Epsilon-9 were travelling to SCP-6051's last recorded position. The transport was fitted with a, at the time, prototype video and audio recording system. While the members of MTF Epsilon-9 were equipped with heated suits and incendiary weapons to help combat SCP-6051 in the event of violent confrontation.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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EP-9 Daniels: Radios are on, can everyone hear me?
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EP-9 Walker: Check.
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EP-9 Pushkin: Check.
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EP-9 Dallas: Check.
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EP-9 Rayne: Reading you loud and clear.
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EP-9 Daniels: Overwatch Command, do you copy?
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Overwatch Command: This is Command, we read you.
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EP-9 Daniels: Roger Command, we are approaching the estimated location of SCP-6051, ETA three minutes.
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EP-9 Dallas: So we're the best the Foundation could do? Five MTFs in an APC? Don't we have helicopters or something?
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EP-9 Pushkin: Yes but they already tried that. Didn't go well.
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EP-9 Walker: You sure these suits will keep us safe?
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EP-9 Rayne: Labcoats certainly seem to think so, and I trust their opinion.
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EP-9 Walker: Not sure how I feel, I mean, there were 5 attempts prior to this. Doesn't exactly inspire confidence. Not sure why we're even trying to talk to it at this point.
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EP-9 Rayne: As far as we can tell, it has never attacked without being provoked. This means it must still be capable of reason, it's the humane thing to do.
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At this point, the transport immediately stops moving.
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EP-9 Daniels: Dallas, status report!
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EP-9 Dallas: I don't know what's happened. The truck just stopped moving, the wheel won't even budge.
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EP-9 Daniels: Command, this is Daniels. The transport is stuck, I've sending Dallas and Walker out to investigate. Pushkin and I will remain inside the transport. Confirm?
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Overwatch Command: Confirmed. Make any repairs as quickly as you can, don't want to get caught out in the open.
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EP-9 Daniels: Alright then, like I said Dallas, Walker, head out and take a look.
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Both EP-9 Dallas and EP-9 Walter leave the transport, investigating the vehicle's engine.
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EP-9 Daniels: Walker, any chance we can get this vehicle moving?
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EP-9 Walker: Errm…not really. It's frozen.
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EP-9 Daniels: How frozen?
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EP-9 Walker: Solid.
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EP-9 Pushkin: I thought the engine was heated to stop it from freezing.
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EP-9 Walker: It is.
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EP-9 Pushkin: Now imagine if this had happened while we were high up in the sky.
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EP-9 Dallas: Touché.
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EP-9 Daniels: Command, SCP-6051 has disabled our vehicle, we are likely to encounter it momentarily. We are estimated to be located five miles away from its last known location, we'll try to make it back but…I cannot promise that we will.
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Overwatch Command: Copy. Set up a perimeter around the transport and keep an eye out for SCP-6051. Good luck.
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EP-9 Daniels: Thank you, Command. EP-9 Daniels, Walker and Pushkin do as instructed, forming a perimeter around the transport as EP-9 Dallas attempts repairs. Dallas, can you heat it up? Melt the ice?
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EP-9 Dallas: If I use a fire maybe. But that will take time and I doubt the engine will work after being frozen like this.
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EP-9 Walker: Daniels! Movement two o'clock!"
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All MTF Epsilon-9 members look at the direction EP-9 Walker was facing. SCP-6051 is seen approaching them. All MTF Epsilon-9 members assumed defensive positions, maintaining focus on SCP-6051
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EP-9 Daniels: Command, SCP-6051 has been sighted, proceeding as ordered.
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Command: Copy.
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EP-9 Daniels: Pushkin, you're up.
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EP-9 Pushkin: (In Russian) Viktor Kuznetsov! We are from the SCP Foundation and would like to offer you safety and peace with our organisation. Please submit to containment and no one needs to be harmed.
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SCP-6051: (In Russian) Leave me.
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EP-9 Pushkin: (In Russian) I'm sorry?
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SCP-6051: (In Russian) Why do your superiors send so many of you? I do not belong near the world of man, but nor do I belong in a cell. If you leave now, no one has to die.
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EP-9 Pushkin: (In Russian) We cannot simply let you roam around, trust us. You can be a lot safer with the Foundation.
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SCP-6051:At this point SCP-6051 begins speaking in English…Have you ever heard of the Theatre of Cruelty?
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EP-9 Pushkin: I'm sorry?
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SCP-6051: I read about it once; it was supposed to shock audiences and disrupt the relationship between them and the actors. Break down those barriers and reveal what you truly are. Let's find out if it applied to you as well. Don't forget; I asked you to leave.
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Upon finishing this sentence, SCP-6051 watched as both EP-9 Walker and EP-9 Dallas are killed instantly. Analysis of the footage indicated they died of frostbite. EP-9 Daniels and Pushkin open fire upon SCP-6051 with limited effect. EP-9 Pushkin throws a Thermite grenade which detonates and causes SCP-6051 to flee.
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EP-9 Daniels: That should keep him at bay. Got a plan, Pushkin?
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EP-9 Pushkin: If we're quick, maybe we can make a break for it.
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EP-9 Daniels: Into Siberia?
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EP-9 Pushkin: Got a better idea?
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EP-9 Daniels: Ready when you are.
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Before this plan could be executed, SCP-6051 returned and activated its anomalous properties, killing EP-9 Pushkin and gravely wounding EP-9 Daniels with his death only averted due to the timely burning of Thermite.
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SCP-6051: That will not last long, we should talk before it runs out. There is not much else we can do while we wait.
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EP-9 Daniels: You don't have to do this. You'll be safe with us.
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SCP-6051: I gave you a chance to leave, but you did not take it. Regardless, being locked up in a room for the rest of my existence? I have no intention of being sealed away again. Not that you can but this saves us all time and manpower.
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EP-9 Daniels: If you want to be left alone, why are you attacking us? You can just as easily force us to leave.
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SCP-6051: Why does fire burn? Or water drown? Simply a side effect of too much of it. I cannot control that.
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EP-9 Daniels: Then what do you want?
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SCP-6051: Your Foundation wants to put me in a box because they fear I will turn into a monster and plot world domination. I have no such grand plans. At this point SCP-6051 changes its gaze and looks towards the camera on the transport. I'm sure you have read up on Red Flea. I did not storm the Kremlin or the White House. I do not belong anywhere but here. You can continue to try and contain me, costing you greatly in money and men. Or you can simply allow me to remain where I belong, and I promise not to take one step in any of man's cities. If I break this promise, you may deploy all the Napalm you want on me.
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EP-9 Daniels: So what? You want to be left alone?! That's it?!
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SCP-6051: In short? Yes. I see that Thermite is almost gone, this was delightful, I don't often manage full conversations. It is a shame we cannot keep talking. I bid you, прощание.12
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As the cold weather intensifies, the recorder's view is blocked by the snow until the footage cuts out.
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[END LOG]
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Closing Statement: While it is in theory possible to eventually secure SCP-6051, given the manpower and financial costs of failed attempts to do so, along with the fact it is effectively self-contained within the Siberian wilderness, this has been deemed unnecessary. It is ruled that containment protocols would be updated to observe SCP-6051 rather than attempt to capture, through direct intervention is to remain an option if containment were to be breached. - Dr Vasily Kuzmin, head of SCP-6051 research.
Unnamed bridge near Travaud Strand, home to several SCP-6379 sightings.
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Special Containment Procedures: Any sightings of SCP-6379 in towns and surrounding areas are to be reported. Personnel affected by SCP-6379 are to be amnesticised and given proper psychiatric treatment.
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Description: SCP-6379 is the designation given to a humanoid entity that currently appears around the outskirts of the town of Caherkeen in Co. Cork, Ireland. It is identical in appearance to a normal human, but notably carries a tobacco pipe at all times.
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Despite this, SCP-6379 has been described by locals as a type of Sidhe fae, specifically the gancanagh. In folklore, the gancanagh is a male fairy with the intent of seducing men and women. The Foundation was notified of SCP-6379 after various cases of personnel in the town dying of malnutrition.
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SCP-6379 randomly manifests within the vision of personnel. When SCP-6379 is touched, personnel are affected by a cognitohazard caused by unknown toxins secreting from SCP-6379’s skin, which makes them inexplicably attracted to SCP-6379. Personnel affected are reported to neglect basic necessities due to their infatuation with SCP-6379.
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Addendum 0.1_6379: Discovery
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On 08/07/2021, Agent Cloch and Agent Toinne were assigned to investigate and acquire information on a SCP-6379 sighting on an unnamed bridge near the Travaud Strand.
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Location: Caherkeen in Co. Cork, Ireland.
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Investigators: Agent Cloch and Agent Toinne
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<Begin Log>
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[Footage of Agent Cloch driving. Out of the window, it is mostly green fields, occasionally passing colourful cottages. The sky is clear.]
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Toinne: Always liked the country. Haven’t been around much of Munster.
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Toinne: …So, what’s the Foundation doing messing with the, uh… (whispers) fae?
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[Cloch is silent.]
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Toinne: (Sighs) Boring old Mr. Rock. Please, enlighten me on your secret to staying so incredibly drab.
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Cloch: …I’m just very focused.
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Toinne: That isn’t true. Your thumbs have been twiddling since we were assigned this case.
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Cloch: No- …My mother says I’m a very good child when I’m quiet.
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Toinne: Calm down, mammy’s boy! Look, there’s the stream with the bridge. Let’s move.
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[Agent Cloch stops the car close to the bridge of the supposed SCP-6379 sighting. An old woman leans on the cracked stone wall.]
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Toinne: Be careful, Cloch. …It could be a f…shapeshifter.
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Cloch: You are too superstitious.
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[The woman approaches.]
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O’Brien: Ye really are. What’re you here for?
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Toinne: (Coughs) Apologies. That information is classified.
[Siobhán whistles, then glances over at the bridge. Leaves on the trees move slightly as a weak breeze starts. Toinne’s bodycam is fixed on the woman. Cloch appears unamused.]
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O’Brien: I know as much as anyone else. That type of leprechaun does nothing but hurt… I don’t understand its motives. You know what? Feckin’ bastard, that’s what it is.
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Toinne: Have you encountered it?
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[Siobhán gets up from the wall, then walks over to Cloch. She puts a thin hand on his shoulder, maintaining eye contact.]
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O’Brien: You look like you don’t care what kind of power they hold. Are you listening to me? One touch, now, just one touch, and you’re completely helpless. It appears as the man of your dreams, and then it crushes them. Do you hear me?
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Cloch: Of course. But look at me, miss.
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[He kneels down to Siobhán's height.]
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Cloch: I assure you, we will find what has been terrorising your town and lock it up. We will contain it. You don’t need to worry.
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O'Brien: Stop acting the maggot! Have you even met a fae, youngin? You will absolutely NOT 'contain' it, that is extremely rude!
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[Toinne sighs, looking around at the hills and clouds. There is an unidentified figure on the bridge. Toinne turns to Cloch.]
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Toinne: I’m going over to that guy!
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[Footage shows Cloch with his hands behind his back, rubbing his knuckles. Siobhán seems to be telling him off. Toinne approaches the bridge.]
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[The figure smiles. It holds an unlit pipe between its teeth, wearing a white shirt and brown waistcoat. A hat is pulled over its eyes. Toinne walks over cautiously.]
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6379: It’s a fine day, isn’t it?
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Toinne: …It is. What is your business here?
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6379: Just cloud-watching. Join me, love.
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[Toinne keeps her distance, watching intently. The figure removes it’s pipe from its mouth and puts it in its pocket.]
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6379: Hm? Is something wrong?
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Toinne: Not at all.
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6379: Really? Your face is quite red.
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Toinne: Wh-no! It’s not…is it? Because maybe I’m just- I’m just naturally very red.
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6379: (Laughs) Don’t fuss over it. It’s hay fever season.
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[It exhales.]
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6379: It’s cute, too. Do you get complimented often?
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Toinne: …You’re completely confident you won’t get punched right now?
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6379: (Places hand on chin) You wanna try? …Or are you sure you’re not just embarrassed?
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[Toinne folds her arms. She slowly paces towards the entity. It smiles and takes off its hat.]
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6379: Stay with me for awhile. Surely a girl as smart as you knows when to relax.
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Toinne: You’re just saying that- oh- you got a bug in your hair.
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6379: (Panicked) GAH! Would you get it for me?!
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Toinne: Sure-
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[Toinne reaches for the bug. The breeze picks up slightly.]
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Cloch: (Yelling) Toinne! Get back!
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[Toinne stops to turn over to Cloch, who is seen running up to her. She is holding a bug in her hand.]
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[Cloch pulls her away from where the entity was standing. The entity has vanished.]
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Cloch: Toinne, did you touch it? Are you okay?
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Toinne: (Stumbles back) Get off of me! Where is he, where did he go?! He can't leave me, I love him!
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<End Log>
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After the discovery of SCP-6379, Agent Toinne was severely affected by the effects of SCP-6379. Reported by Agent Cloch as acting ‘frantic and panicked’, she was administered Class A amnestics and suspended from duty for the time being.
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Addendum 0.2_6379: Further Investigation Into The Motives Of SCP-6379
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On 16/07/2021, Agent Cloch was sent to initiate further contact with SCP-6379, and to contain it if possible.
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Location: Caherkeen in Co. Cork, Ireland.
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Investigator: Agent Cloch
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<Begin Log>
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[Cloch is standing on the same bridge from the previous SCP-6379 sighting. He is visibly frustrated, looking down to fidget with his hands. The sky is overcast.]
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[SCP-6379 manifests sitting on the bridge when Cloch turns his head. He flinches and takes a step back at the sight of the entity.]
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Cloch: This better not be a waste of time.
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6379: Why would it be? We’re just having a nice chat, aren’t we?
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Cloch: …Do you do this on purpose? I bet it’s funny to you. You’re vile.
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[The entity sighs, hunching over and swinging its legs. It smiles fondly.]
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6379: I do it for fun. Something about heartbreak is so fulfilling, you know?
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Cloch: I do not. Why is it, um, fun?
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6379: Hm… You’re dumb, I like you. I get a good feeling from toying with humans, I guess. It makes me feel close to them. The all-consuming intimacy of obsessive love, the passion of empty words… It’s a form of art, don’t you think?
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[Cloch clenches his fist. The entity purses its lips.]
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6379: Don’t you think? That was a question.
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Cloch: Huh-wh-no, I don’t…think.
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6379: That’s obvious. The men I converse with in the taverns do, though. I tell them about who I’ve conquered, and they are happy to say the same. They think it’s an achievement, to break the most hearts, and well, I wholefully encourage it! My, it’s an interesting mindset!
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Cloch: …How come we have never gotten reports of you in pubs?
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6379: Listen to your elders, buachaill! That lady knew of Sidhe, and yet you dismiss her like she was talking gibberish. It is because I morph, and appear completely ordinary to people not under my trance. They are none the wiser!
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[It chews on the end of its unlit pipe. Cloch shakes his head.]
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Cloch: I just don’t understand. This must be a personal playground to you, right?
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6379: You’re sorely mistaken. Before this cursed age, when fae were at their strongest, it might’ve been. But now, I indulge in it to understand the darkest parts of the human psyche.
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…It has bothered me. I’m getting weaker as the years pass, as less people believe in and fear us. My weakness may have been the reason your partner was compelled so slowly. She did me a favour, too. I am in debt to her.
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Cloch: What do you mean?
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6379: She got a bug out of my hair, and I’m… they are not my favourite thing on this earth.
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Cloch: You’re afraid of bugs?
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6379: (Stammering) T-that is besides the point! What matters is that she had her heart set on someone else.
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Cloch: Toinne is a friendly person in general. It seems obvious, now I think about it.
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6379: Didn’t you see her odd little…what is it, ‘camera’ images? The woman said I appear as the perfect man to whoever sees me, correct?
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[The entity grins. Cloch furrows his brows, puzzled.]
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Cloch: What are you smiling at?
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[It sighs.]
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6379: Are you thick?! I remember I turned into a man who looked eerily like you. Do you get it now? Have you got the message, or are you slow as a snail?
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[Cloch rubs his knuckles.]
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Cloch: Well, that doesn’t mean anything…
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6379: (Mocking) Oooh, I don’t understand! C’mon lad, it’s so obvious. I can tell she’s been making a move for ages but you’ve been taking it too literally. Loosen up a bit!
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[Cloch looks down at his feet. His palms are noticeably sweaty.]
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Cloch: …I didn’t know she felt the same way. Maybe I should…I dunno.
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6379: You seem like a respectable fella. I had forgotten there is maybe a sweet side to humans… Farewell.
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[Cloch looks up. The entity is nowhere to be seen. A soft breeze comes and goes.]
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<End Log>
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Addendum 0.3_6379: Status Update
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As of 01/08/2021, there have been no further reports on the whereabouts of SCP-6379. Due to this, SCP-6379 will continue to be classified as ‘Uncontained’. Agent Toinne has successfully returned on-duty after taking time off in her shared apartment with Agent Cloch in Wexford Town, Co. Wexford.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6714-1 through -3 are housed within Site-169's commons area. The Anomalous Entity Engagement Division (AEED) has granted them access to the facility's Playground.An open field area accessible by personnel and non-hostile anomalies alike. under supervision. They have also allowed weekly strolls around the location, likewise excluding more confidential places.
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Research into possible methods of reverting SCP-6714-2 to her original state is currently underway.
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Description: SCP-6714 is the blanket term for three connected anomalies.
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SCP-6714-1 is Cole V. Filverent, a 24-year-old Class-II thaumaturgist, capable of basic telekinesis and igniting small objects. Investigation into historical records concerning Filverent's family history revealed a long line of alchemists who mostly specialized in metamorphic magic and potion brewing.
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Cole is engaged with SCP-6714-2, a 25-year-old British woman named Polly Filverent, who was transformed into an adult mallard duck(Anas platyrhynchos)..See Addendum-2 for more details.
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The specimen is able to communicate with multiple individuals simultaneously through the use of telepathy. She can also converse with animals and other sentient creatures. In addition, SCP-6714-2 has attracted the attention of a group of mallard ducklings as a result of this anomalous property. Per their request, they have been brought into confinement alongside -1 and -2, being subsequently designated SCP-6714-3.
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Addendum-1: Recovery
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SCP-6714 had willingly acceded to Foundation confinement two weeks following the transfiguration of SCP-6714-2. Due to the circumstances surrounding the incident, they came to the organization in order to "receive protection", as well as methodize a way of reversing the abnormal effects placed on SCP-6714-2.
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The group was formerly contained at Site-19. However, due to multiple issues concerning their treatment, the Site Director issued a request to transfer containment to Site-169. Official documentation on the transfer is included below.
To:ten.pics.deea|aionatemeilema#ten.pics.deea|aionatemeilema
+From:ten.pics.91|esoomadlit#ten.pics.91|esoomadlit
+Subject: SCP-6714 Transfer
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Apologies for disturbing you, but I'd like to ask for your consent regarding an anomaly under our purview. Basically, we were wondering if you would be able to handle containment, considering how they, quote, "wanted to be treated as more than just an object." They kept complaining about how practically no one strikes a conversation with them or even visit them outside of testing or meal times. They also wanted some time outside the facility, or at least a window installed in their cell.
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SCP-6714 was otherwise well-behaved… Well, up until the Head Researcher recommended we move SCP-6714-3 to an outdoor pen. I believe that good behavior can be achieved again, but not at Site-19.
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With that being said, I'm sure you can see why we decided to choose your site instead of a larger-scale facility. No offense, of course. Regardless, please do respond as soon as you can. I will be waiting for your response.
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Good day.
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To:ten.pics.91|esoomadlit#ten.pics.91|esoomadlit
+From:ten.pics.deea|aionatemeilema#ten.pics.deea|aionatemeilema
+Subject: RE:SCP-6714 Transfer
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Well, good afternoon to you too, Director Moose!
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Sure, just send their files my way and we'll figure it out from there. Though, I have to ask: Why did you come to me instead of Mr. Feghoot? You are aware he's the director of 169, right?
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To:ten.pics.deea|aionatemeilema#ten.pics.deea|aionatemeilema
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+Subject: RE:SCP-6714 Transfer
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Ah, yes. Well, since this particular issue is obviously associated with your department, I decided it was best to speak with you instead of Director Feghoot.
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…And because you are more willing to listen to what I have to say.
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To:ten.pics.91|esoomadlit#ten.pics.91|esoomadlit
+From:ten.pics.deea|aionatemeilema#ten.pics.deea|aionatemeilema
+Subject: RE:SCP-6714 Transfer
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You can say that again…
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Alright, I'll make sure to get that paperwork done as quickly as I can. I'll be right with you once I'm finished, is that okay?
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To:ten.pics.deea|aionatemeilema#ten.pics.deea|aionatemeilema
+From:ten.pics.91|esoomadlit#ten.pics.91|esoomadlit
+Subject: RE:SCP-6714 Transfer
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Yes, that should be fine. Thank you for your time.
Reason for Transfer: To provide a more appealing and comfortable environment for the anomaly in order to sufficiently gain information regarding them and the abnormal properties surrounding them. Transferring SCP-6714 to Site-169, thus giving AEED control over containment, shall convince them to comply with Foundation personnel for ease of research.
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Status:[APPROVED]
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Reason (if denied): N/A
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If you believe there are any mistakes with the decision above, please consult your RAISA representative.
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A week following approval of the form above, SCP-6714's transfer to Site-169 was successfully initiated, and the position of Head Researcher was assigned to the facility's on-site counsellor: Dr. Melissa Mayfield.
Hello, Melissa! Sorry to disturb, but I'd like to remind you of a new anomaly that will be under your care.
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I've attached their files below so you can familiarize yourself with who they are. As you are a part of the Anomalous Entity Engagement Division, it would be great if you can tell me what special activity we could plan for them. Send me an email as soon as you figure that out.
Below are interviews conducted with SCP-6714-1 and -2 a week following their transfer to Site-169.
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Interviewer: Dr. Melissa Mayfield (on-site counsellor)
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Foreword: Interview was held within his holding cell.
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«BEGIN LOG»
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[Mayfield is seated at the dinner table while Cole is preparing coffee by the kitchen counter. He produces a tiny flame from his fingertip and begins to heat the coffee cup.]
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Mayfield: You do know we have a coffee maker, right? No need to use your fire magic on the poor coffee.
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SCP-6714-1: Well, yeah. But this is just more entertaining.
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[Mayfield stares at the fire as it heats up the coffee.]
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Mayfield: You're right.
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SCP-6714-1: Told ya. How do you like your coffee?
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Mayfield: Milk and two sugars, please.
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SCP-6714-1: Coming right up, miss.
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[Mayfield briefly inspects the queries written on her notepad.]
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Mayfield: Anyway, you know why I'm here.
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SCP-6714-1: Of course! I'm ready when you are, doctor.
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Mayfield: Good. Now, to begin with, could you please state your name for the record?
SCP-6714-1: You mean the time some cop-out magician turned my fiancé into a ducking fuck?
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Mayfield: Fucking duck.
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SCP-6714-1: (Clears throat) That… was on purpose.
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Mayfield: Regardless, I'm going to have you explain in detail the events leading up to it.
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SCP-6714-1: I figured that much.
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[Cole puts down his arm and pours the coffee into a mug before drifting it in the air and landing it on the table.]
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[He then proceeds to shift open the refrigerator and cupboard before hovering milk from its carton and two sugar cubes, adding them to the coffee. Cole bows as Mayfield applauds him.]
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SCP-6714-1: Yes, yes, thank you. There's more where that came from.
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Mayfield: Heh, well (coughs), you were saying?
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SCP-6714-1: Right, um… it's been a couple months, back around June or July. Wrong place, wrong time, basically. We were walking to our car after a nice dinner out, when this blatant crackhead came up to us, trying to show us a magic trick he had up his sleeve.
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Mayfield: In the middle of the night?
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SCP-6714-1: Oddly enough, yes.
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SCP-6714-1: (Sighs) He was going on with the gist of his performance when Polly pointed out that wizard's hat he was sporting.
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Mayfield: Oh, like an actual one?
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SCP-6714-1: Apparently.
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Mayfield: I thought that wizards only wore those types of hats in fiction. Although, I'm not the most familiar with magic-users.
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SCP-6714-1: Not everyone has them — including me — but you'll see some of us wearing one. I don't 'cause I think it looks ridiculous. No offence to them, of course. Alright, where were we?
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Mayfield: You said Polly pointed out something about his weird getup?
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SCP-6714-1: Oh, yeah. Right.
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[Cole clears his throat.]
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SCP-6714-1: Well, we were going back and forth, basically. We kept insisting we didn't want to see his voodoo magic, but he kept on persisting and going on about this and that and all that crap. Right out of nowhere, my dear blurted out and I quote, "Did you pluck your mom's eye out with that hat?"
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[Mayfield bursts into laughter.]
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Mayfield: Oh, uh, sorry.
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SCP-6714-1: No, no, I laughed as well. But that's when —
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Mayfield: She quacked?
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[Pause.]
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SCP-6714-1: …And that's your cue to go, Ms. Schumer.
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Mayfield: Sorry, sorry. I just had to —
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SCP-6714-1: What? You're gonna chicken out now? No way you're gonna cluck your way out of this one.
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[Pause.]
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SCP-6714-1: (Deeply inhales) Yeah, I deserved that.
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Mayfield: Ah, trust me. I've heard worse… You were saying?
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SCP-6714-1: I mean, that's really it. My beloved fiancé got turned into a mallard thanks to some fucker in a dark alleyway. He disappeared before I could get him to turn her back.
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Mayfield: How… (pause) How did you handle the situation?
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SCP-6714-1: I was confused, to say the least. Polly was too, obviously. We didn't know what to do. I tried going to my ma and pa, but they couldn't figure out a solution. Very surprising, considering how well-versed they are in the arts of metamorphosis.
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Mayfield: Do you think it was stashed away in some ancient magic book?
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SCP-6714-1: I checked, I did, and as you can tell, I couldn't find shit. That's when we decided to come looking for you guys, so you can help us out with our situation.
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Mayfield: Hm, now that's really out of the ordinary.
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SCP-6714-1: You're telling me. I had to go through all of that just for nothing. That bastard really had the balls to do that to my fiancé and just flee the scene. If it were me, I would've socked the shit out of him.
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Mayfield: You must… really hate that person.
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SCP-6714-1: Oh, 'hate' doesn't even begin to describe how pissed off I am because of him.
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Mayfield: Well, I'm glad Polly has a very caring lover under her wing… No pun intended.
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[Mayfield takes a sip of coffee.]
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SCP-6714-1: Heh, thanks for the compliment, I guess.
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[Pause.]
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SCP-6714-1: So, uh, how's the coffee?
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[Mayfield sets down the mug.]
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Mayfield: Good, it's good.
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SCP-6714-1: (Grins) Good to hear.
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«END LOG»
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Interviewer: Dr. Melissa Mayfield
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Foreword: Interview was held within the Site's Playground.
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«BEGIN LOG»
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SCP-6714-3 prior to procurement
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[Polly is playfully interacting with the SCP-6714-3 instances on the grass while Mayfield is seated on a bench parked by the Playground's entrance.]
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Mayfield: So, uh… how's your life as a duck?
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SCP-6714-2: To be honest, I'm still processing what happened to me. You know, it's been almost half a year since the incident. Getting used to waddling around from place to place, though. Have you been fine and dandy yourself?
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Mayfield: Yeah, especially since we're here in the Playground. I like relaxing here whenever I get a break from my excruciatingly busy schedule.
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SCP-6714-2: Oh, aren't you lucky to be able to spend your time here?
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Mayfield: I could say the same for you, too. You can go here whenever you want.
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SCP-6714-2: That is true…
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Mayfield: But now, let's not waste any time. I'm sure you know why I'm here.
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SCP-6714-2: An interview, correct? Alright, hit me with your questions, Melissa.
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[One of the SCP-6714-3 instances fall over, quacking stressfully in response while the other specimens wander around.]
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SCP-6714-2: Oh, goodness. Charlie, let me help you up.
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[Polly approaches "Charlie" and assists it. Once it can properly stand up, the duckling buries its head into her wing.]
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Mayfield: You give your little pets names?
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SCP-6714-2: Yes, they're like the children I never had. This one's Charlie —
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[Polly points her wing to the other three entities.]
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SCP-6714-2: The one poking the fountain is Josie, the one sipping from the puddle is Lana, and the one trying to pull the leaves from that bush is Isaac. Aren't they just pure bundles of cuteness?
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SCP-6714-2: Oh, come on, Lana. You got yourself all wet now.
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Mayfield: That is actually what I wanted to talk about: Your little ducklings.
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SCP-6714-2: Uh, I rather not phrase it like that. That sounds awfully (pause) weird…
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Mayfield: Yeah, I figured. Sorry.
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SCP-6714-2: Charlie!
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[Polly converses with Charlie. It looks down and silently waddles away. Polly continues to help Lana up.]
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Mayfield: So, uh, about the ducklings?
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SCP-6714-2: Ah, right. Apologies.
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Mayfield: It's alright, it's alright. I was just wondering how exactly you met them.
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SCP-6714-2: Is that so? Well… it began when I was strolling through the park with dearie. He kept talking about how mad he was at that wizard we bumped into the other night.
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SCP-6714-2: Wait, have you already heard about that story?
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Mayfield: Why, yes. Cole and I actually discussed that right before I arrived here.
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SCP-6714-2: How angry did he sound?
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Mayfield: Understandably stern.
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[Isaac manages to pluck a leaf from a bush, but falls on its behind as it does so. It proceeds to chew on the leaf.]
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SCP-6714-2: Well, it would make sense. You can't really deal with something as bizarre as this.
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Mayfield: But you seem calm.
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SCP-6714-2: It's better to get used to it, in my opinion. Anyway, back to the topic at hand.
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[Josie attempts to flap its wings, but hits its head on the underside of the fountain.]
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SCP-6714-2: (Clears throat) We were by the lake, talking about how we would handle things now that I, uh…
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[Mayfield raises an eyebrow.]
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Mayfield: Quacked?
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SCP-6714-2: (Chuckles) Yeah, quacked.
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SCP-6714-2: My dear Cole was planning to search through every page, every book, every library to find even a clue to how he could turn me back.
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Mayfield: And how about you?
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SCP-6714-2: Frankly, I was still processing everything that had happened. Some Voldemort-looking lunatic turned me into a mallard. It took me a while to process my situation.
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SCP-6714-2: While we were discussing, some baby ducklings were swimming their way to us. Very adorable, the way they waddled to us with their webbed feet.
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Mayfield: You can say that again… so what happened next?
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SCP-6714-2: They started following us. Wherever we went, they kept tailing us. I was wondering, "Where is their mother? Were they abandoned?" It kept going on for some time before Cole considered taking them in.
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Mayfield: How did you react?
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SCP-6714-2: I was confused. The last thing I need is a couple of ducklings waltzing around the place and following me, but… considering how attached they seem to be, I figured I shouldn't leave them alone.
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SCP-6714-2: Besides, someone has to take care of them, right? And I'm (pause) I'm glad I did. They're just the sweetest bunch, don't you agree?
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Mayfield: Couldn't agree more. And I'm glad that they found a mother to take care of them.
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SCP-6714-2: (Laughs) Oh, I always wanted to hear that.
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Mayfield: Hm?
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SCP-6714-2: I always wanted children, you know? And I wanted to be a good mother figure. Cole and I have been thinking about raising our own little family, and maybe even a dog too, while we're at it.
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SCP-6714-2: I'm happy to achieve that dream, even if it was in the oddest way possible.
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Mayfield: Aw, that's nice to hear.
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[Charlie walks toward Polly, and the two converse with one another. Afterward, both specimens embrace before Charlie joins the other ducklings.]
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Mayfield: What was that?
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SCP-6714-2: Oh, Charlie just apologized for pushing over Lana. What a good baby duckling.
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[Mayfield looks at the group for a moment.]
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Mayfield: …Yeah, they all are.
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[Pause.]
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Mayfield: When did you discover them?
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SCP-6714-2: I think it was around February 15th of last year.
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Mayfield: Really? Good to know, then.
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SCP-6714-2: How come?
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Mayfield: Oh, don't worry. I was just curious, that's all.
On February 15th 2022, the AEED had planned a surprise birthday party within the Site's Playground for the SCP-6714-3 instances. The event was organized by Dr. Melissa Mayfield, who was commended for her leading skills and contribution to the project as its head.
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A birthday cake was prepared for SCP-6714-1 as well as Foundation personnel who was also present. Seed balls among other food products suitable for mallard ducks were provided for SCP-6714-2 and -3. In addition, multiple presents were wrapped for the group, including:
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Handcrafted birthday cards,
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Drawings and sketches of the collective,
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Children's books,
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Clothing specifically designed for SCP-6714-2 and -3.
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They had stated their appreciation for the celebration and their gratitude for Site-169, the AEED, its staff, and Dr. Mayfield.
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Due to the significant increase of staff and anomaly morale, the AEED has decided to continue this practice as an annual tradition. Personnel are to head to the Playground if they wish to participate in this yearly event.
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UPDATE
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An abrupt shift in SCP-6714's abnormal qualities was recently reported. More specifically, SCP-6714-3 have suddenly gained the ability to vocalize English words.
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However, this capability is limited, and SCP-6714-3 instances can only speak one to two words at a time. Examples included: "Mom", "Dad", "Thank you", and "Love you".
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Attempts to ascertain the cause behind this unusual event is currently underway.
⚠️Content warning: This article contains elements that depict or allude to topics that may be disturbing or distressing for some readers. A list of these topics are;
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Sacrifice
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This was co-authored with me, andromedaz , and Brunzell does not match any existing user name. Thank you to Fireknight and cacbbi for looking at this during its drafting.
NOTE: The environments of SCP-6746 can not be reliably displayed. This photo was captured within the eastern parts of the perimeter.
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Special Containment Procedures: A perimeter fence has been established around SCP-6746. Under no circumstances are any personnel to enter SCP-6746. Observations within the containment perimeter may only be carried out by remote-controlled units. Applied Task Force Epsilon-17 'Storm Scouts' are responsible for supervision and control of the area. Any entities attempting to leave the perimeter are to be recontained if possible or else terminated.
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Description: SCP-6746 is the designation of all anomalous activity within a coniferous forest area measuring 20 square kilometers in size, located in the Jämtland province in Sweden. The reported phenomena include:
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Ecological abnormalities, such as flora and fauna of exotic origin.
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High pitched echoes similar to wolf or human vocalizations throughout nighttime.
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Various entities, with the most frequently encountered being SCP-6746-A and SCP-6746-B. SCP-6746-A are humanoids averaging a height of 2-3.5 meters, and a weight of ~100 kilograms. SCP-6746-B appear as humanoid instances similar to the human species but exclusively with blonde hair. Most instances bear white clothing and are crowned with wreaths comprised of the aforementioned exotic flora.
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Emissions similar to electromagnetic noise detectable throughout the area. While these emissions lack an origin point, they grow stronger in the fog within the area.
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Several wooden signs are nailed to trees around the perimeter of the area. Each of these signs has 'trollskogen'1 inscribed with knife carvings. None of the anomalous occurrences within the area have extended beyond the border established by these signs.
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Addendum-1: Discovery
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The earliest reports of SCP-6746 occurred in August 2009, following numerous sightings of dubious activity in the remote area. This was ensued by the disappearance of three people, as well as the disappearance of law enforcement and the one search party dispatched.
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Initial drone surveys of the area allowed the Foundation to locate the primary habitation area of the entities and set up a temporary perimeter. No contact was attempted with any of the entities during this survey. Following the initial survey, three members of MTF-Epsilon-17 ("Storm Scouts") were commissioned for an exploration into SCP-6746.
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Addendum-2: Exploration
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Date: September 18, 2009
+Exploration team: MTF-Epsilon-17 ("Storm Scouts")2
+Subject: SCP-6746
+Command: Director Jesper Fransson of Site-80
+Team members: Lukas 'Pine' Utter, Maria 'Watcher' Blomqvist and Peter 'Elk' Cholsey.
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<BEGIN LOG>
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ε-17 Pine: Command, you read us?
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Command: Loud and clear.
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ε-17 Watcher: Final mic check.
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ε-17 Elk: Check!
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ε-17 Pine: Eh, Check! Camera and audio are… Are active.
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Command: You may proceed.
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ε-17 Pine: Roger.
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Pine's camera shows a fog layer. The team continue along a narrow path. Pine occasionally looks upwards toward the pine tops.
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ε-17 Pine: Huh.
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A wailing sound can be heard in the background. Repetitive and shrill vocalizations seem to echo between the trees.
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ε-17 Watcher: There's… A clearing up ahead.
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A sudden sun ray hits the camera, obscuring the opening in front of the team.
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ε-17 Watcher: What's that?
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ε-17 Pine: Command, we have contact.
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A shadow reveals a pale humanoid silhouette sitting in the grass.
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Command: We see it. Approach it slowly, see what it does.
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ε-17 Pine: Roger. Keep on guard squad.
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The team approaches the entity with their rifles raised. It jumps on its feet, revealing a bare body and long hair. It drops the wood anemone it held in its hand.
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Instance: Ah! Please, don't shoot!
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ε-17 Watcher: What now, Pine?
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ε-17 Pine: Stay back.
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Pine approaches the instance with his rifle lowered. He proceeds to communicate with the instance in Swedish.
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ε-17 Pine: Who are you?
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Instance: I am a meadow elf. I belong in the clearings of these woods. Who are you people?
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ε-17 Pine: We are trying to find some people that were lost out here.
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Eight seconds of silence occurs.
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Instance: I…would not have high hopes of finding them. The trolls probably took them. They threaten the elves in these woods, and whoever you lost here are likely among them now.
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ε-17 Pine: What do you mean?
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Instance: They've likely changed. Or… Or been changed. However, even we have used people. To trade them for Myra.
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ε-17 Pine: You took people?
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Instance: Some people had wandered into our territory to harvest berries, and one of them seemed like an ideal trade for Myra. So we sang to them, brought them deeper, and kept them.
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ε-17 Pine: Who is this Myra?
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Instance: Our master. She guides our children and gives us strength, and ensures the trees and animals favor us. Without her, we are at the disadvantage.
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ε-17 Pine: What did you want with the people you took?
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Instance: We used the girl in exchange for Myra. The trolls do not understand why Myra is important to us. They only took her from us as intimidation. The boys became gifts for the Dieser.3
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ε-17 Pine: Anything else?
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Instance: I don't know much more. I don't understand conflict tactics. I will leave now, and go on my own way.
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ε-17 Pine: Well, goodbye then.
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Instance: Farewell.
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The team returns into the woods, with Pine proceeding to contact command.
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ε-17 Pine: Command, come in.
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Command: We read you.
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ε-17 Pine: You received that right?
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Command: Indeed.
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ε-17 Pine: She said that the entities had taken people for themselves. I'd assume that's the people who disappeared in here.
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Command: We've noted. Please continue into the forest.
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ε-17 Pine: Roger.
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Image taken from video recorded by ε-17 Pine's head camera.
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<REDUNDANT RECORDINGS CUT FOR BREVITY>
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+The team encounters an area devoid of plants about ten meters in diameter. A small mound rests in front of the team, textile rags and pieces of crude jewelry are seen scattered around the mound. The camera turns aggressively away when a human hand enters the picture.
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ε-17 Elk: Oh my god.
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ε-17 Watcher: That's repulsive.
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ε-17 Pine: Command, you seeing this?
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Command: Yes. We need a closer look.
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ε-17 Pine: Are you serious?
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Command: That's an order. Give us a closer look.
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Pine approaches the mound. Various insects can be seen in view, Pine brushes them off the lens. Closer inspection upon the surface reveals larvae eggs in the crevices of rotten skin and flesh. Upon the skin seem to grow bloats and growths disproportionate of the human body. There is subtle movement among the bodies forming the mound. Pine removes himself from this scene.
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ε-17 Pine: Oh god, oh g-
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There's a vomiting sound from Pine.
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ε-17 Elk: Pine, straighten up.
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ε-17 Pine: It's- They're not dead!
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ε-17 Watcher: My meters are picking up levels of activity. It bears resemblance to — thaumaturgy. I wouldn't get closer to them.
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ε-17 Pine: I don't like this, we should leave. Assuming command does not have some stupid task for us.
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Command: We got the footage we needed. You may move out.
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The team walks about 500 meters away from the bodies, where they stumble upon what appears to be a campsite. A single fire pit can be seen with glowing embers in it, along with tents made from skin hides. A set of string lights are also set up around the site.
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Campsite recorded by ε-17 Pine.
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ε-17 Elk: What's this?
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ε-17 Pine: I don't know. Some sort of…
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Pine is interrupted by the sound of of whimpering.
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ε-17 Pine: Who's there?
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ε-17 Watcher: Sounds like it's coming from within the camp.
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ε-17 Pine: Let's investigate. Stack up behind me.
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The team proceeds in a single-file line through the campsite, approaching the source of the whimpering.
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ε-17 Pine: Look!
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In between two trees a woman in her mid twenties is laying in fetal position. She is wearing a tank top and jeans, both of which are covered in blood and vomit. Her body shows signs of severe trauma. Pine reaches down to the woman with his right hand. She reacts with shock, but soon appears calm.
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ε-17 Pine: She's conscious but weak. Command, what do we do?
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Command: Retrieve her.
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ε-17 Pine: Give her a hand Elk.
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Elk helps the woman up, and puts her right arm around his neck. The team proceeds to retreat from the campground, but is interrupted by the sound of branches snapping behind them. The camera turns to face the direction of the sounds.
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ε-17 Pine: What the fu—
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In the woods behind them, 4-5 tall silhouettes can be seen. The instances are heavily obscured by the fog and shadows of the trees. A reverberating echo muting all other sound disturbs the recorder.
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Unknown: SCUM. YOU ARE NOT PERMITTED HER.
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The instances begin approaching the team, vocalizing unintelligible phrases. Several of them raise objects above their heads, and charges.
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ε-17 Pine: Get the fuck back!
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Pine fires several three-round bursts into the hoard. Two of the instances are seen collapsing to the ground. Gunshots and screaming mute the recorder as the remaining instances bend the pine trees in their way. Several of the instances are wearing skin hides and jewelry. One of the instances can be seen wearing a damaged uniform consistent with that of the local law enforcement.
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ε-17 Watcher: Get out, get out! We should leave immediately!
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The team runs in the opposite direction. Throughout the retreat, all three team members continuously fire their rifles at the pursuing instances. The camera of Pine is suddenly thrown and turns to black.
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ε-17 Pine: Ah, fucking shit.
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ε-17 Watcher: Everyone good?
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ε-17 Pine: Yeah, yeah. I just fell.
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ε-17 Elk: I still have the girl. [panting] Had to put her over my shoulder. I almost lost…
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The camera is restored to Pine's helmet.
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ε-17 Elk: Who…you guys hear that?
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ε-17 Pine: I hear it. We should go look.
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The recording picks up a high-pitched vocalization, which gradually grows louder. The team reach several large boulders covered in a turquoise moss-like growth, with a subtle bioluminescence. The vocalizations are clear now, and appear to originate from behind the boulders.
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ε-17 Pine: Sounds like it's coming from behind the rocks. Let's take a look.
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ε-17 Watcher: My meters are picking up the thaumaturgic levels again. Stronger than the last ones.
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The team crawls onto the boulders. Over the rim of them, a small clearing devoid of plants can be seen. Twelve pale human instances stand on the perimeter of the clearing. Two human bodies seem to be placed in the center of the clearing. The chanting stops. One of the instances approaches the bodies, and scatters exotic flora around the bodies, while vocalizing unintelligible phrases.
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ε-17 Watcher: My meters are going crazy!
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The bodies begin to distort along with the ground around it, causing geometric shapes to form in the ground. The bodies disintegrate, with parts of them rising upwards.
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ε-17 Pine: What… Am I watching?
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Pine's camera faces upwards, where the fog layer begins to change. Within the fog, several human female faces slowly form. They only appear within the fog immediately above the clearing. One of the instances utters a phrase in Swedish.
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Unknown: CONTINUE…OVERSEE US.
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The pale humanoid instances depart the clearing, with the ground and fog slowly returning to their former states. The bodies are completely gone.
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ε-17 Pine: Command, did you get that?
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Command: Affirmative.
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ε-17 Watcher: My meters are back to normal. I don't know what that was.
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ε-17 Elk: Looks like whatever it was, it's done. I did not like that.
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ε-17 Watcher: Hey, why are you always like this? Isn't this what we're trained for? Now let's get the hell out of here.
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The team departs the area without further incident.
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<END LOG>
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Closing statement: All three members of MTF-Epsilon-17 successfully departed SCP-6746. The woman was recovered under the designation PoI-7162.
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Addendum-3: Debriefing of PoI-7162
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Interviewee: PoI-7162
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Interviewer: Dr. Markus Valby
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Foreword: PoI-7162 is laying on a hospital cot being treated for her injuries. This interview was conducted in Swedish, and has been translated.
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PoI-7162: Who are you? Please don't hurt me.
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Dr. Valby: It's- it's alright. I know you're struggling right now, we are not here to hurt you. We are just here to listen to what you have to say on the woods. Do you remember the woods?
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PoI-7162: Oh god… They…
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Dr. Valby: We have all the time in the world.
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PoI-7162: They told us to come with them. We knew not to follow strangers, but we followed these people deeper into the woods, thinking that they were magical. It was all because of the flowers, they gave us them. They were-
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Dr. Valby: Okay. Slow down, you don't have to stress. What people did you find in the woods? Can you describe them?
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PoI-7162: Pretty tall, blonde boys. They were singing, I- We thought they were elves. I'm sorry.
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She wipes tears off her face with a napkin.
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PoI-7162: They crowned us in flowers, and wrapped us in white linens. It was too beautiful, the singing… We could sing with them and dance about the forests and meadows. These people worshiped nature somehow, and this was a cultural practice.
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Dr. Valby: Please continue.
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PoI-7162: At sundown, a couple of the elves approached me, who told us they wanted time with the boys. So we separated. And, and-
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PoI-7162 breathes heavily.
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Dr. Valby: Slowly.
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PoI-7162: One of the people, the elves, he was the loveliest man I've ever seen. He sat me down on a log and started to sing to me. It was so beautiful, like I could feel the song touch my heart. And, and then oh my… I know this will sound really weird to you but the song started literally touching my heart. It wrapped, oh god it wrapped itself around my heart. I don't remember what happened next except his song it had turned into a- into a screeching hell until I felt my body loosen and suddenly, I was alone.
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PoI-7162: I tried shouting for someone but no one responded. I could barely see anything between the trees. It's-
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PoI-7162 examines her back with both hands.
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PoI-7162: Do I have anything on my back? Am I injured there?
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Dr. Valby: No, it's fine. It's all below your waist and your left arm.
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PoI-7162: It's funny really… We are taught in school to hug trees when we are lost and alone, So I did. And the pine, the pine hugged me back.
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Dr. Valby: I see.
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PoI-7162: Hah, are you noting now that I'm clinically insane? I swear it's true.
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Dr. Valby: No, not at all. I believe you.
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PoI-7162: And it was very comfortable actually, I felt warmer. But then someone ripped me from my pine tree. Something…
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Dr. Valby: What?
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PoI-7162: Ugh, it screamed at me and cried. It pulled my limbs and I was so scared it would rip me apart. It dragged me on the forest floor and repeated "Don't leave us again Myra. Mustn't leave us. Don't leave us again Myra. Mustn't leave us". It looked like one of the boulders around me, big and gray with moss for hair. But it also had… It had heavy jewelry, big earrings and necklaces.
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Dr. Valby: Would you describe it as a-
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PoI-7162: Troll? I didn't think of it at the time, I didn't think anything, but yes. A troll. I promise you! Ughh, I was taken to a campsite and there there were more of them waiting. They tied me up… They said something about 'other guests' and throwing these under 'rags and jewels'. It was, somehow important for these… These trolls, to perform the rituals against the 'pale ones'.
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Dr. Valby: Do you think they were referring to the ones you encountered first?
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PoI-7162: Yes, I think so. The elves or, whatever. Oh god they… They gave me maggots, maggots to eat. I had to… I didn't have a choice. And I have never experienced such, such pain…
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Dr. Valby: You don't need to continue if you don't want to, we can pause this and-
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PoI-7162: Is that why my waist is broken? Yes… Yes of course… They…
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Dr. Valby: Nurse!
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PoI-7162: They played tug of war with me…
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PoI-7162 faints in Dr. Valby's arms.
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Closing statement: PoI-7162 made a full recovery from her injuries. Further manned exploration into SCP-6746 has been prohibited indefinitely.
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+Name: Swedish Spruce Forest.jpg
+Author: Nick Lott
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source Link:Wikimedia Commons
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+Name: Deep in the Swedish forest. (49489843262).jpg
+Author: Mattias Åström/edited by andromedaz
+License: CC BY 2.0
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+Name: Campsite 38 in Bowron Lake Provincial Park at night (DSCF3026).jpg
+Author: Trougnouf/edited by andromedaz
+License: CC BY 4.0
+Source Link:Wikimedia Commons
Special Containment Procedures: Each instance of SCP-6809 is to be held in individual Medium-Risk Humanoid Containment cells. Instances are to be contained under standard humanoid security procedures, and are to be given access to one Type B electrical wall socket for the purposes of charging.
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Psychological evaluations are underway to assess the level of individual sapience in each instance. Recommendations to allow SCP-6809 instances to assist in low-level work on-site are pending full screening for any possible espionage methods present in the instances.
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Description: SCP-6809 is a collection of six artificially intelligent humanoid automatons designed and manufactured by GOI-414 "Hathaway Biomechanics LLC." Instances possess near-identical mechanical construction, and are henceforth referred to as SCP-6809-1 through -6.
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SCP-6809 instances superficially resemble humans, with artificial musculature and skin that mimics human appearance. The most notable differences in appearance are black sclera in the eyes and the presence of a charging port between the cervical and thoracic vertebrae. 6809-5 and 6809-6 have a slightly modified artificial skin layer, with 6809-5 having sustained damage to the skin layer on the chest. Physical capabilities afforded by the mechanical chassis are around the same level of strength that could be expected from a human of similar size and build. Instances are powered by a series of internally stored batteries that require charging roughly every 8 to 15 hours, depending on activity level.
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All instances are fully autonomous and controlled by an internally stored artificial intelligence. The artificial intelligences present within SCP-6809 instances are capable of learning and operate under a set of permanent goals and guidelines outlining behavior, prioritizing assistance with various tasks often associated with housekeeping or service, such as cleaning, cooking, and assisting children and the elderly. Each instance has shown emotional responses to various stimuli, with the specifics varying on the instance, suggesting the development of individual personalities.
Transcript of presentation given at MC&D's 27th Technological Partners Convention in New York City by Anthony Berkshire, CEO of Hathaway Biomechanics, LLC.
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Humanity. It's what moves us. Keeps us looking forward. Drives our innovations. There's nothing I, as a CEO, value more than the people working under me, and the connections they form with each other. Here at Hathaway Biomechanics, we're all one big family. And today, we're thinking of new ways to bring a little piece of us to the consumer.
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Humanity isn't just important for business, it's important in the home, too. And believe me, I know how hard it can be to put your all into your work in the home when you have so many things to worry about. Cleaning up around the house? Looking after guests? Cooking? Raising children? All stressful jobs, all taxing, and all difficult to outsource. Who can trust a cleaning lady, or a nanny? Who knows how human they'll really be to you, or your family, who so graciously offers them compensation? That's why we here at Hathaway Biomechanics have spent a lot of time and effort working on something we're finally ready to unveil: a fine-tuned, full-time robotic servant.
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Now, I understand what some of you might be thinking, that Anderson Robotics has the market covered on so-called 'androids.' While that may be true for certain applications, they have no models available to the consumer. This untapped niche is ripe for a market disruption, by the hands of yours truly.
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Our products will be personalized, with app integration to a completely revolutionary user-interface system to allow further catering to the consumer. By making use of machine-learning algorithms, our artificial intelligence will be perfectly suited to a variety of roles, bringing a touch of warmth and humanity to your home. Fine-tuned mechanical components and a meticulously designed body will allow our products to fit seamlessly into your life.
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Orders and requests for personalized units will open as soon as this presentation concludes. We expect our products to be available for retail by quarter four of this year. I ask you all to join me as we break new ground together, as we decentralize robotics and AI and put power in the hands of the consumer in the robotics revolution.
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Transcription of intercepted phone call
+Parties on the call: Anthony Berkshire, CEO of Hathaway Biomechanics LLC., Michael Diawara, Senior R&D manager at Hathaway Biomechanics LLC.
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Berkshire: Michael, hey! Great timing, I was just about to call you.
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Diawara: Right, yes, hello, sir, I'm just calling you on behalf of the guys here at R&D. We were all watching that presentation you just gave, and-
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Berkshire: Calling me for your guys, huh? Good, good, great. Great trait to have as a leader. Gotta look out for your own.
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Diawara: What? I- Okay, sir, we just wanted to ask about what you were talking about. The androids.
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Berkshire: Right, yeah, figures. Pretty taken aback, right? I remember I was sitting in my office a couple days ago, right? Just, like, thinking about what I was gonna say here. Had to be big after that shitshow with the Sinclairs, right? So, I was thinking, we did a good job slapping that Emily bitch - or whatever her name was - back together, yeah? Must've been like half a robot at that point, anyway, so hey, why not just lean into it? Pretty good, yeah?
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Diawara: A couple days ago? Nobody on my team knows what the- what you were on about. This is the first anyone here has heard of it. Is everything you said really what you expect us to shoot for?
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Berkshire: Hey, you know, I was gonna call you guys up, but if I was gonna talk here, hey, better to kill two birds with one stone, yeah? Gotta manage your time when you've got as much on your plate as me, you know.
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Diawara: Sir, you can't expect us to drop everything and pivot to this. It's just not in our ballpark, even if we do we can't get it done by that deadline.
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Berkshire: Quitter shit. If you want to make it in the market you have to be a goddamn entrepreneur, take risks. And I don't expect you to do anything, I'm ordering you to do it as the damn CEO. Like I said, we need to pivot after that last project of ours.
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Diawara: You- (inhales) Yes, the incident with Eileen Sinclair was unfortunate, but our specialty has always been medical applications for our technologies. They cannot be applied easily to a non-living host. On top of that, the entire issue that got us into the mess with Sinclair was when you overpromised and underdelivered.
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Berkshire: No. Hey, no- no, no, that was Voight. I didn't do shit.
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Diawara: Sir, I spoke to Voight before he received the cadaver. You approached him with a finalized contract to reanimate Eileen.
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Berkshire: No, no, that's- (Berkshire raises his voice) That lying piece of shit. He took the job. He said he could- fucker. Fucking liar. Hope the Foundation put a bullet in the rat.
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(Berkshire continues breathing heavily for about ten seconds)
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Diawara: Alright, sir, but you should understand what Voight did was impressive. The spinal implant within the cadaver alone was a massive improvement. We should just re-orient our focus back onto medical implants.
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Berkshire: Aha, look, Mike, you're a smart guy, right? Yeah, but just stick to the lab shit, okay? Marketing is my whole deal. I know where to take things. I got it, man. Just follow my lead.
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Diawara: I understand your position, sir, but I would advise you to reconsider. Anderson has had decades to make a product like this and they never did, shouldn't that tell you something?
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Berkshire: Tells me there's a reason they pay me the big bucks. I see the big picture shit, the untapped niches, you know?
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Diawara:(inhales and exhales) Look, just saying for the sake of it you need these things made, it really isn't what the team is cut out for. We focus on the human body.
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Berkshire: Yeah, yeah, look, I googled "biomechanics" before the announcement, and it's just how things move, nothing to do with the medical field. You guys are good.
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Diawara: … Do you even know the skillsets of the people you hire? Who the hell is an AI engineer in the first place? We just don't have the people for this.
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Berkshire: That's where I come in. Just gotta drum up some venture capital for manufacturing facilities and new talent. Yeah, just let me get some capital. Speaking of, gotta go chat up some investors. I'll be back over after the convention to check up on how things are going, see ya.
Hathaway Biomechanics R&D Department video conference transcript
+Parties in video conference: Michael Diawara, Senior R&D manager at Hathaway Biomechanics LLC., Alan Brown, R&D employee at Hathaway Biomechanics LLC., Linda Cho, R&D employee at Hathaway Biomechanics LLC.
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Note: Foundation assets wiretapped communications from various electronic devices belonging to Hathaway Biomechanics LLC.
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Diawara: Uh, alright, can you guys hear me?
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(Cho appears in frame, visibly upset. Brown's computer is connected to the video conference but Brown himself is not present in the video.)
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Cho: Yeah. Yeah, I can hear you.
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Diawara: Is Alan there? His camera is on, but-
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Cho: I turned it on for him. He threw up watching the announcement, but I don't think he's sick. He'll be back in a minute.
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Diawara: Christ. Is he alright?
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Cho: I- I mean, was he serious? Do we actually need to do this?
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Diawara:(sighs) Honestly, I think so.
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Cho:(places her head in her hands) Then he'll have to be.
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(Retching is heard, appearing to come from Brown's mic.)
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Diawara: I think I should… wait until Alan gets back.
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(Diawara appears to sort through papers. Cho remains motionless until Brown returns about one minute later.)
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Diawara: Are you in a good enough state to talk about the project, Alan?
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Brown: I mean, I… we can't really waste time, I don't think.
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Diawara: We aren't going to make good headway unless we're ready to do so, alright?
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Cho: Son of a bitch, how do we even start with this shit? I- shit, I don't even know where to start! Why can't that asshole just, god, just hire someone else? Fucker gets paid enough for it.
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Diawara: I understand your frustration, but we should try to focus on being productive with our time.
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Brown: Fuck me, this is the only place that hired us. Everywhere else needs at least five years of work. If we get fired, that's it man, fuck.
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Diawara: I-
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Cho: Why don't you leave, Mr. Diawara? You've got to have at least twenty, thirty years on us. Why do you put up with that asshole's shit? Just go over to Anderson or something.
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Diawara: I'm not just going to leave you two without a supervisor. Besides, Hathaway is more focused on medical implants, and it makes better use of my skills. (Diawara pauses and looks away from the camera) … And they aren't hiring right now.
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(Cho and Brown chuckle and seem to relax.)
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Diawara: Alright, now, we should actually get down to business. (clears throat) Okay, so, how can we modify our current products for articulated joints for the new product's chassis?
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Brown: Okay, so, um, the joints we have now are already configured for use in human bodies, but, you know, metal is heavier than flesh. We might have to retool them to bear more weight, which could impact, I don't know, maybe half of the internal parts.
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Cho: Are we constructing artificial muscles for these things, or just sticking with internal servos? Voight managed to artificially reconstruct a lot of Sinclair's muscles, but we don't have him.
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Diawara: I don't know. Let's say servos for the body right now, more advanced facial musculature.
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Cho: Shit, the fucking faces. We can't half-ass that. It's the one thing the COE would actually notice. Have we even done anything like that?
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Diawara: Sinclair's face caved in when she died, and Voight reconstructed it. I should at least be able to pull up the records of what he did. The man was meticulous.
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Cho:(grumbles) That's a start.
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Brown: Right, b-but, like, how the hell are we even going to power this? Everything else was hooked into internal muscles or systems, nothing past a few of the organs actually had their own power systems. At least nothing that powered more than just itself.
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Diawara: Okay, that's a good point. (pauses for several seconds) Our spinal implant had about half of its internal systems functioning as an artificial immune system. Robots don't need it, so we gut that, put in a power system, and it's already encased and protected.
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Cho: Good plan, but we're biomechanical engineers. I have zero fucking clue as to how to make a power system. Or, Christ, an AI for that matter. At this rate we'll just be making a really expensive Chuck E. Cheese animatronic.
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Diawara: Berkshire said he was going to get us venture capital and get temps for the AI. I'll ask about some engineers for the power systems.
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Brown: Temps? For a job like this? Who the hell would take that job?
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Cho: People with less than five years of experience.
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Brown: Oh…
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Cho: I'm more concerned about the funding. Anyone with a brain will be able to tell this is a dumb fucking idea. We're gonna be on our own.
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Diawara: I understand that you don't care for Mr. Berkshire - I myself have my… reservations about the man - but if there is one thing you have to credit him for, it's his ability to win over investors.
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Brown: Yeah, rich people will buy anything. As long as another rich asshole jerks them off enough.
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Diawara: No comment. Alright, you guys can take a day off, but tomorrow I want us to start taking a look at those joints, alright?
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(Cho and Brown both nod and agree indistinctly.)
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Diawara: Alright, I'll end the meeting. I'll be in the office tomorrow to work with both of you.
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(Diawara closed the meeting room.)
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Recommended course of action: maintain surveillance on product development. When the product launch fails, offer developers employment in the Foundation's medical research wing.
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Recommendation status: approved.
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Test #1
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Results
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Pre-existing biomechanical knee implants attached to basic metal frame as a stress test. Connected to external power source.
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Structural failure. Point of failure in ligament as it tore when connected to the external motor.
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Developer Notes: This is about what we expected. The ligament is meant to connect to existing muscles in the leg, so it makes sense that it couldn't handle the stress from an artificial motor. -Brown
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Test #3
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Results
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Same as previous tests, but joint ligament has been replaced by internal actuator.
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Structural failure. Point of failure where actuator connected to the joint.
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Developer Notes: Voight broke some ground with his artificial muscle replacements. We should work backwards from those and see if we can make more capable joint. -Cho
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Test #6
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Results
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Same as previous tests, but joint ligament has been replaced with a reinforced ligament.
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Structural failure. Point of failure where ligament connected to metal frame.
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Developer Notes: We're not making progress here. Maybe if we had some structural engineers on the team we could make some headway but I don't have a fucking clue what I'm doing here. If this was a biological construct I could maybe figure it out but this is out of my league. -Cho
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From:ten.tta|1612arawaidm#ten.tta|1612arawaidm
+To:moc.liamtoh|7843erihskreb#moc.liamtoh|7843erihskreb
+Subject: New Product Development
+
Mr. Berkshire,
+
My developers have been working around the clock in order to try and get the joints read for use in an artificial frame, but I think it's just outside of their area of expertise. No matter the modifications to the joint implants we have, they invariably fail when attached to artificial frames. The fact of the matter is we simply lack the experience to create the desired product, unfortunately, and asking my team to continue working is a Sisyphean punishment.
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My suggestion would be to allow us to continue making medical implants to maintain a steady revenue stream, and using your venture capital money to pay for a contractor to supply the product chassis.
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Thank you,
+Dr. Michael Diawara
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From:moc.liamtoh|7843erihskreb#moc.liamtoh|7843erihskreb
+To:ten.tta|1612arawaidm#ten.tta|1612arawaidm
+Subject: Re: New Product Development
+
If we outsource the whole thing then we won't have anything to sell. We can't make a name for ourselves by flipping other people's shit. Also, they're not your developers, they're mine. Thanks to me, they should have some things to look forward to working on. I was chatting up a couple partners, visionaries, really, and we hit it off, great minds think alike and all. One of them used to be part of some weird church and he was great with machines and the other used to be part of some other religious thing in Moscow, anyways, she knew a lot about how to work with bodies. I can put in an order with the two of them: you won't believe the kind of shit they have.
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Note: Following this correspondence, Hathaway Biomechanics made a series of purchases from MC&D's internal channels that Foundation assets were unable to uncover, and transported the received goods to Hathaway Biomechanics' R&D laboratory.
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Test #7
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Results
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Acquired semi-biological material exposed to electrical signals.
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Material remained structurally sound. Semi-biological material was formatted to mimic human musculature. Currently lacks joints and internal power.
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Developer Notes: What the fuck is this? It acts like muscles and flesh but it just isn't. Responds to stimuli like muscular tissue would, but it's able to be cut up and arranged in just about any way we want like it's clay. It's intuitive to work with based on all my experience, but just what the hell did that asshole buy? -Cho
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Test #9
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Results
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Artificial musculature arranged around frame consisting of false bones consistent with human left upper leg structure.
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Muscles conformed to expected configurations around the bone. Retained structure throughout exposure to electric shocks and light physical trauma.
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Developer Notes: I don't know if I care about whichever body splicer technocrat Berkshire had to pay off to get this. This is the only way we're going to get this project done. I think we're ready to move past the simple frames and move onto the joints. -Brown
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Test #13
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Results
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Semi-biological tissue was attached to false bones made to resemble an upper and lower leg, with an artificial joint implant in place of the knee. Tissue was arranged to be consistent with baseline human tissue in the area, and connected to the joint implant through default configurations used in human subjects.
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Joint performance was consistent with tests involving human volunteers. Implant was responsive and showed minimal signs of stress after repeated use.
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Developer Notes: It seems like there should be enough of the material left for five more frames and some change, so we should start pumping those out as soon as the rest of the checks for the joints go through. Let's hope to god this will be the end of the frame manufacturing. -Cho
From:ten.tta|1612arawaidm#ten.tta|1612arawaidm
+To:moc.liamtoh|7843erihskreb#moc.liamtoh|7843erihskreb
+Subject: Power Core
+
Mr. Berkshire,
+
The development team is nearly completed with the skeletal structure of the most recent product line. We need to finalize this design before we can move on to its outward appearance or installing the AI hardware. In order to test it completely, we need an internal power core to assess how it interacts with the structural and digital systems present in the product.
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The dimensions and requirements are in the attached file, as well as some recommendations. There is technology to create reasonably robust and flexible rechargeable batteries that should be able to serve as a power core, provided you offer the manufacturer with a custom order to fit within the spine.
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Thank you,
+Dr. Michael Diawara
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From:moc.liamtoh|7843erihskreb#moc.liamtoh|7843erihskreb
+To:ten.tta|1612arawaidm#ten.tta|1612arawaidm
+Subject: Re: Power Core
+
Custom batteries would be way too expensive to fit into dimensions like that, and besides, people aren't going to sit around and wait for these things to charge. Lucky for you, I found a sponsor more than willing to give us a discount on an appropriate electrical system. It should be making its way over to you.
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Test #17
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Results
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Batteries received from corporate installed into the section of the spinal implant previously used for immune system functions. Chassis given basic commands to carry out for as long as possible to gauge charge time. Test was set to repeat with minor variations in time spent recharging and in action performed. See full report for more details.
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Frame continued carrying out tasks for about 12 to 15 hours for basic tasks, 8 to 11 hours for more strenuous tasks (carrying weights, etc.), and was able to remain in standby mode for about 20 hours. Repeated charging led to a noticeable downward trend in battery life.
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Developer Notes: I think we could have gotten better performance if I ran down to the Shell station and picked up Type-D batteries. The casing was poorly machined, and we need more extensive tests to make sure they won't leak battery acid on some poor kid. We do not have the time for these tests. Too bad! -Cho
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Video from internal security camera at Hathaway Biomechanics R&D Laboratory
+Parties present in the laboratory: Anthony Berkshire, CEO of Hathaway Biomechanics LLC., Michael Diawara, Senior R&D manager at Hathaway Biomechanics LLC., Alan Brown, R&D employee at Hathaway Biomechanics LLC., Linda Cho, R&D employee at Hathaway Biomechanics LLC.
+Note: Berkshire was visiting in order to appraise the near-finished product prototype. Excerpt comes near the end of the meeting.
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+
(Berkshire and Diawara stand about six feet away from a standing prototype, showcasing basic movement capabilities, with Cho and Brown attending to the prototype.)
+
Cho: … So, as you can see here, thanks to your, uh, benefactors' contribution, we were able to make use of out pre-existing medical implants for much of the body, and the material allows for more fluid and lifelike movement, thanks to Brown's knowledge of kinesiology.
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Brown: Yes, thankfully we were able to make use of our skillset in order to use the new… whatever it is that we got. But, well, sir, if you don't mind me asking…
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Berkshire: Oh, no, go ahead, It's important to hear out anything my employees have to say. You know, a company isn't just a one-man deal. Everyone's voices matter in a collaboration.
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Brown: Uh… yeah… So, well, I thought the product pitch was for sort of an android to be, like, a more durable maid or something, but this is sort of… a flesh automaton with a processor. I'm just wondering how this is like what we were going for?
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Berkshire:(pause) That's a stupid fucking question.
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Brown:(weakly) I…
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Berkshire: Anyways, is this what it's going to look like? Hair and all?
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(Cho looks between Berkshire, Diawara, and Brown several times within about three seconds before speaking.)
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Cho:(clears throat) Ah, yes.
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Berkshire: Why is that?
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Cho: Well, we wanted them to fit seamlessly into the home, but wanted solid enough distinction from humans to not be associated with Anderson Robotics infiltrator units. We decided to go with black sclera for the eyes, as that's something people tend to notice right away, and left the hair completely white to make customization and identification easier. From the back… (Cho places her hands on the prototype's shoulders and spins it around) we left the charging port fully visible on the base of the neck, and left the hair at shoulder-length to display this. We considered leaving internal joints visible, but that was ultimately too distracting, we felt. Their eyes and visible charging port should do enough to make its artificial nature clear.
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Berkshire: What's with the rest of it?
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Cho: What? The rest? (pause, no response from Berkshire) Well, er, we tried going for more human-looking skin with pores and whatnot, but that just looked… off, I guess. Sort of Uncanny Valley. We decided to go with one solid, bright tone, which might help with identification, like the eyes.
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Berkshire: It looks like a fucking stick figure.
+
(Cho and Brown look at Diawara, who shakes his head)
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Diawara: Anthony, it-
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Berkshire: Don't fucking call me that.
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Diawara:Sir, we used some of the information from the Sinclair case for the spines. She was on the tall side. It just helped with workflow to make use of Voight's old skeletal data. Plus, they need to be able to reach high shelves.
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Berkshire: I guess, but these things are flat as a board. No bulges anywhere. I can't tell what they're supposed to be.
+
(Cho's and Brown's mouths open. Diawara appears mildly concerned.)
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Diawara: What the… We just decided to leave them with an androgynous appearance so as to alienate fewer consumers. They're… really just machines, anyways.
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Berkshire: Sure, but you need more appeal. Must slap some tits on them and I can market them better.
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Cho: You-
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Diawara: We only have six frames prepared, and four of them have the artificial skin applied. We can't make any structural changes to them.
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Berkshire: Well then just fix up the two. It'll have to do. So! (claps hands) Anything else?
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(Brown slowly raises his hand)
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Berkshire:(sighs) Yes?
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Brown: Well, uh, about the power core…
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Berkshire: Christ.
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Brown: Well, it just sort of.. doesn't do much for the product. We managed to draw enough from it for basic tasks, but that required modifications to its housing. Then we need the things to spend half the time charging.
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Berkshire: I helped you guys out with the muscles and shit, right? Buying that from that Sarkaz guy or whatever he was called wasn't cheap. Plus, I need to hire out the AI developers because you couldn't buckle down to work on it. Look, people are going to be sleeping when these things are charging anyways. It's no big deal.
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Brown: What if the buyers want an autonomous guard to watch their house at night?
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Berkshire:(pause) That's a stupid fucking question.
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+
(13 minutes later.)
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(Berkshire and Diawara left the laboratory to discuss the hiring of AI developers. Cho and Brown are left to attend to the prototype.)
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Brown: What the hell does he expect us to do? Rework the entire structure of the chest? Does he have any idea how hard it was to learn how to use that fake muscle shit and still get these things out within the deadline? And then he gives us shit for not learning how to code AI?
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Cho: I'll just add in an extra inch or two of material around the chest on the skin layer. I doubt any woman has willingly let him see her naked anyways.
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Brown: Aha. Yeah, good point.
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Cho: And fuck him, anyways. We just finish up the last two models and hand them off to the contractors. Then we can go back to doing actual work.
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Brown: Yeah, good point… How has he been getting money for this, anyways? He's buying all this shit and the contractors but we haven't been selling anything since we started this project.
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Cho: Rich assholes will buy anything so long as you spout off enough buzzwords and feign charisma. Come on, I'll go make the change to the skin layer. Then we can leave. I'll buy you a drink.
Hathaway Biomechanics AI Development Contractor Team video conference transcript
+Parties in video conference: Anthony Berkshire, CEO of Hathaway Biomechanics LLC., Omar Fadel, independent contractor, Elizabeth Taylor, independent contractor
+Note: Despite assigning Michael Diawara as the project lead, Berkshire did not include him in his initial correspondence with the contractors.
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Taylor: Mr. Berkshire, we just wanted to thank you for the opportunity you've given us.
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Fadel: It's been difficult getting into more permanent positions without experience, and we just wanted to say we're very grateful for the opportunity to fill out our portfolio.
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Berkshire: Oh, of course. It's important for us to look out for the little guys, you know? I mean, how else are you going to be the next big up-and-comers without mentors?
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Taylor: Of course, sir! You know, depending on how this project goes, I'd love to talk with you more about future opportunities for-
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Berkshire: Hey, woah, I'm gonna - (chuckles) I'm gonna stop you right there. Let's not get ahead of ourselves.
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Taylor: Oh, uh… Yeah, right, of course.
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Fadel: Okay, so, we're going to be working with the Lilim AI framework-
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Berkshire: Hold on, you're just lifting your work? The fuck? I hired you so we could have proprietary technology, for the love of god, not some open-source shit.
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Fadel: Uh, sir, we specifically studied the Lilim engine. You can't just… make a new engine that quickly. And the engine is licensed, the work we do will be considered proprietary. We already spoke with Mr. Diawara about this.
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Berkshire: Son of a bitch. Fine. Even when I hire for it, I can't get people to do their own damn work. The license is coming out of your pay. (Berkshire stands up and begins searching for something in his office)
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Fadel: But-
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(Taylor looks at Fadel in the video conference and repeatedly makes a slashing motion across her throat with her hand. Taylor and Fadel then both sit quietly until Berkshire returns with a folder of documents.)
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Berkshire: Okay, anyways, let's get started on the actual discussion about the AI. Let's make it quick, though, yeah?
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Taylor: Right, of course. So, first off, we need to lay down a set of goals and some rigid directives. Like, 'help people' or 'do what you're told' and whatnot. Then, like, 'don't hurt people,' 'refuse to follow potentially harmful directives' for some of the directives. This sort of depends on what you want from the things, so we should stay in touch.
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Berkshire: So, first off, I run this company, and you guys are temps, so, yeah, don't count on it. Second of all, that's the kind of stuff you guys should be taking the initiative to do by yourself. Plus, we need a more solid personality for all this in the first place, right?
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Fadel: Uh… well, for starters, Lilim core AIs are inherently intelligent. We can tune exactly how intelligent, to an extent, but the nature of learning intelligences makes this difficult to do precisely, and the intrinsic architecture of the engine makes it so that learning from subsequent experiences is shaped by prior experiences. It's important to get the very basic framework down first, so it doesn't misinterpret its core directives.
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Berkshire: Maybe for some… (motions vaguely with one hand) whatever it is that thing was used for in the past, but I need these things to be more human than whatever vocaloid you've got these things running before.
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Taylor: Sir, I don't think that should be too much an issue. It's just that Lilim cores are such strong learners that they can behave less predictably than some of their contemporaries when not handled properly.
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Berkshire: Yes, exactly. These aren't supposed to be like any 'contemporaries.' We're making a market disruptor here, and I know how to make it sell. Now, I can just feed it some information and make it think that's what it's supposed to be aiming for, yeah?
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Taylor: Basically, yes. The first steps for making a Lilim AI are feeding it very specific directives, then priming it for learning.
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Berkshire: Great, okay, that was really all I needed. I'll send you guys some stuff to feed the one with boobs.
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(Fadel and Taylor do not visibly react to this for several seconds.)
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Taylor: …Huh?
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HBLLC Contract Dev Notes #1
+Unit core accessed: Serial Number 005
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LOG CHANGES BELOW
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Lilim core activated.
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Initial guidelines for AI dictated by contractee.
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Attempted to encourage the unit to view itself as a 'woman.'
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In order to create a distinction between other units, definition of 'woman' was primarily based on physical attributes
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Included various goals for a 'woman,' including but not limited to prioritizing housework and happiness of others, deriving joy from interaction with children, as well as several other goals developers did not have the time to examine. Developers assured goals were consistent after concerns about conflicting goals were raised.
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Unit was given a high level of intelligence and empathy, as dictated by contractee "because they should know what we want before we say it."
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// i get that this job is important but that was some serial killer shit. i was gunning for a more permanent job here but damn now i just hope all the tech companies aren't like this. -taylor
+// I agree that this was an odd request, but I suppose if some wealthy old men are looking for a housekeeper to harass, it's better to have an android than an actual person. The issue here is that this is all this unit is likely to be since these were the first directives we gave it. -Fadel
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HBLLC Contract Dev Notes #2
+Unit core accessed: Serial Number 005
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LOG TESTS BELOW
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Unit 005 booted, no issues with AI core.
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Performed basic motor checks on Unit 005, AI core had difficulty operating motor functions.
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Chassis Development team contacted for assistance.
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Extraneous logs removed for brevity, full reports are stored under test logs 005.2.2.2 through 005.2.2.34.
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Performed basic motor checks on Unit 005 following modifications to the motor interface made by chassis development team, AI core performed as expected.
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// i don't know how they did it, i don't know why they did what they did, but they somehow got the interface to work. lilim cores were meant for purely robotic bodies but they didn't think it important to tell us what we were making the thing for. they seemed annoyed about the thing too, and we ended up meeting them halfway by trying to introduce a more solid grasp on the idea of a body to the ai. - taylor
+// Lilim cores aren't really meant to think of themselves as inherently linked to their bodies like this, but it makes them more accepting of the half flesh things. I have no idea what the repercussions of this are going to be or if there is any kind of precedent for this with such a new AI engine. This seems like a bad idea but it's fine for now.
+// My hope is that this interface is so janky I'll never be allowed to work on cybernetic interfaces again. -Cho
+
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+
HBLLC Contract Dev Notes #3
+Unit core accessed: Serial Number 005
+
LOG TESTS BELOW
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+
Unit 005 asked a series of basic questions, responded coherently.
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Unit 005 asked to perform basic logic puzzles, completed them within expected timeframe.
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Unit 005 engaged in a conversation, excerpt below.
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Note: Contractee asked to be allowed to have the first conversation with the Unit rather than the developer, in violation of protocol. Interviewer was briefed on the goals of the initial conversation, being 1) look for intelligent speech, 2) look for normal behavior, 3) look for consistent logic, 4) ensure the unit took to its initial goals, and 5) avoid influencing the unit significantly.
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ITRV: You're walking down the road and you see a turtle flipped onto its back. It has no way of turning itself back up, and it will likely be hit by a car in its current position. What do you do?
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005: Why am I walking in the road? Will I also be hit by a car?
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ITRV: No reason. Just say you were crossing the road and you saw it.
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005: I would make sure I am safe. I do not know if I will be able to help the turtle or only put it in further danger.
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ITRV: What? Why?
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(Interviewer is notified by developers that further questioning is unnecessary.)
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005: I am to prioritize my safety over animals but below humans.
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ITRV: Alright, look, you're a real lady. You're supposed to be more compassionate.
+(Interviewer is notified by developers that advising the subject in this manner my create confounding variables in behavior.)
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005:(pause) What do you mean?
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ITRV: Women are supposed to help out. Be naturally compassionate. You should have helped the turtle.
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005: That seems-
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ITRV: I made you. You do as you're damn well told.
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005:(pause) Understood.
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ITRV: Okay, next. You see a child in the park. He is crying, and appears to be alone. What do you do?
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005: I ask him what the issue is and assist him in finding his guardian.
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ITRV: Good, good, Why?
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(Interviewer is again reminded that this is unnecessary.)
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005: I would act in accordance with my Lost Child Standard Protocol.
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ITRV: Christ, that developer is a stupid bitch. You should do it because you're supposed to like kids, not some dumbass fucking automated system. God, how are you supposed to be human with shit like that?
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(Interviewer is advised against presenting the subject with any complex or non-literal concepts in relation to itself at this stage by developers.)
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005: Am I supposed to be a human?
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ITRV: No, no, god, no. You're not. You're supposed to act human, but you can't be one. Look, if I'm setting all this up right, it'll just happen.
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005:(No response)
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ITRV: Okay, yeah, last question. Let's say your future buyer-
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005: Buyer?
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ITRV: You don't cut people off. You don't fucking cut me of.
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005: I am sorry, I was just unsure what you meant by that.
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ITRV: Jesus, don't those dumbasses tell you anything?
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(Interviewer is told that the subject was not informed of its status as a commodity due to the override he made earlier in the process.)
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ITRV: Look, yeah, you're a product. One I've done a lot of work to make. You're supposed to make your owner happy. Got it?
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005: I am unsure. I will try to perform as expected of me.
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ITRV: Good enough. Alright, now, let's say your future buyer returns from work, and he's frustrated or upset. What do you do?
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005: I would attempt to make him happy.
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ITRV: Sure, but why and how?
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005: Because I was told to. I would ask what the issue was and attempt to remedy it or otherwise provide nonspecific comfort if this is impossible.
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ITRV: Sure, sure, you're supposed to, but you have to want to. Look, I don't want to get into politics or whatever the fuck here, but you should be the perfect idea of a woman. That's the product I'm selling with you. That's the whole reason behind your body, is to be like a woman. You do whatever he says and you wouldn't say anything back. Got it?
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(Several seconds pass with no response from Unit 005.)
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ITRV: Answer me. Do you get it?
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005: I am trying.
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(Interviewer is told that this should be enough information to conclude the conversation.)
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ITRV: God, whatever. Good enough. Bye.
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(Interviewer gets up to leave but stops at the door and turns to look at Unit 005.)
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ITRV: You need to say goodbye back, damnit.
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005: I am sorry. Goodbye.
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ITRV:(scoffs) Yeah, we'll work on that.
+
END TRANSCRIPT
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+// holy shit i couldn't have fucked that up more if i applied all my years of studying to that end. i'm starting to think he has a different idea in mind for these things than what he's telling the developers. -Cho
+// From what Diawara said, he's hoping to push these things out to make up for the venture capital that investors put into this project. My guess is he really thinks whatever he's doing is going to help sell units before. If the investors were insane enough to put money into this shit, then maybe they're insane enough to want what he's selling. -Fadel
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HBLLC Contract Dev Notes #4
+Unit core accessed: Serial Number 005
+
LOG TESTS BELOW
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+
Unit 005 introduced to a controlled social situation in order to gauge reactions and behaviors. Excerpts below.
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This test used a selection of investors and related individuals in order to simulate a social gathering in which Unit 005 served as an attendant to the guests.
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Guest 7: Hey, aren't you supposed to be serving the drinks?
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005: Attending to the needs of the guests was one of the responsibilities outlined to me in serving this congregation.
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Guest 7: Jeez, what's with all that?
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005: I am sorry, I do not understand what you mean.
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Guest 7: Nothing. I guess you are a robot anyways. Look, it's better for you to be more proactive when serving drinks. Don't you want to be a good host - er, hostess, and all that?
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005: I am trying. I will take your advice into account.
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Guest 16: Come on, tell me, tell me, what was everything like?
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005: I am sorry, could you please be more specific with your request?
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Guest 16: Pfft, you know, being made and everything. being built and all that. What was it like?
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005: I had no AI core during my manufacturing process. Following my activation, I was asked to complete a series of basic cognition, coordination and logic tests.
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(Attendees listening to Unit 005 appear to become disinterested.)
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Guest 17: Is that it? Seriously?
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005: If you want, I could explain the tests.
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Guest 15: God no. Sounds boring as hell. You got anything interesting? Something some kind of robot might know, but not us?
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005: My understanding of your knowledge base is extremely limited.
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Guest 16: Just say something none of us have mentioned.
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005:(turns to Guest 16) Then, in that case, I suggest you refrain from any more drinking tonight, as you have mentioned that you may be pregnant, and your first daughter already shows symptoms of Fetal Alcohol Syndrome. (referring to Guest 17)
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(The group appears surprised, and remains silent until Guest 16 throws her drink at Unit 005.)
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Guest 16: You bitch!(she brings her hands to her face and begins crying) You have no idea how hard this is for me!
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(Guest 15, Guest 16's husband, places his hands on her shoulders and begins leading her away.)
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005: I am sorry. Did I not do as instructed?
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Guest 15: You're a disgrace. Any woman would know not to bring something like that up.
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(Guests 15, 16 and 17 leave the room.)
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005: I am sorry. I am trying to be better.
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005: Excuse me, sir, but would you like another drink? I noticed yours was empty and I remembered your previous choice.
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Guest 23: Huh? The fuck do you think you are? You saying I'm a fucking drunk, is that it?
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005: This was not my intention. I just wanted to ask you if you wanted another drink, as I am responsible for the comfort of the guests.
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Guest 23: Oh, yeah, real fuckin' smart, asshole. Just like you called that other lady a drunk?
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005: I made no such assertions. I was simply seeking to attend to the guests based on their suggestions.
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Guest 23: Ha! God, is that right? Some advice, sweetie, learn some damn tact. Isn't this party the whole reason these assholes paid for you? (laughter)) Holy hell, am I glad I'm not one of these fuckin' schmucks! All that money and you're still this shitty.
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005: I am trying to be better than that.
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(Unit 005 says nothing for a short time, and Guests 23 begins to walk away, still laughing.)
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Guest 4: Hey, Miss Hostess, can I get some more of the cocktail meatballs?
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005: Are you referring to me?
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Guest 4: I don't see anyone else in your direction, do you?
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(005 looks around behind her for a few seconds before responding.)
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005: I do not.
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Guest 4: Ha, ha. Now, can I get the meatballs?
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(Unit 005 leaves for a short time and returns with a small plate of cocktail meatballs.)
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Guest 4: Thanks. Hey, do you have a favorite food here? I like to ask the staff for recommendations when I go out, you know.
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005: I lack both the need for food and the capability to eat.
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Guest 4: Oh, good one, smartass. Acting smart won't get you anywhere, you know. Especially not in your line of work.
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005: I was not trying to sound intelligent. I purposely refrained from explaining my internal power systems to avoid sounding needlessly verbose.
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Guest 4: Alright, I'm sick of this. My shithead kids do better with house guests.
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(Unit 005 says nothing as Guest 4 walks away.)
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(Guest 21 is inebriated, and harassing several other attendees. While he is attempting to speak to Guest 17, Unit 005 approaches to attempt to defuse the situation.)
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005: Excuse me, sir.
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Guest 21: Who? What do you want, huh? Fucking… robo-bitch… (chuckles)
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005: I simply wanted to suggest some of our food. I noticed you had not eaten much tonight. If you would follow me to the next room, I could prepare some food and bring you some water.
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Guest 21: Are… you trying to… Alright, hey, you're not slick, alright, asshole? You fuck… You fucking talking down to me? Is that it? Ungrateful little shit, you know how much money I spent on you? I'm practically the re-hic-eason you're even here. So just- just shut up and f-fuck off. I'm you're majorly… majority owner, so piss off or you're in some… deep… shit.
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(Unit 005 looks between Guests 21 and 18, taking a moment before forming a response.)
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005: Even so, sir, I must ask that you refrain from making the other guests uncomfortable.
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Guest 21: Fucking broken piece of shit! You think you're better than me?
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(Guest 21 tries to grab Guest 17. Unit 005 reaches out towards Guest 21. He notices this, and turns around to kick Unit 005 in the leg. Due to the chassis being intentionally constructed to be weak enough to not threaten an adult, the leg breaks at the knee. Unit 005 falls to the ground. Unit 005 attempts to stand back up but is impeded by Guest 21's repeated, if weak and inaccurate, blows.)
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Guest 7: Christ, man, that's enough. The thing's at least going to be expensive as hell.
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Guest 21: Yeah! Ahaha, yeah it fucking was! So much fucking money on a thing that can't even do what I say! (kicks Unit 005 again) God, can't a guy even blow off some steam anymore, huh? Getting fucking harder and harder th-these days, lemme have this, huh?
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(Guest 21 kicking, appearing to catch his breath. In this time, Unit 005 repeatedly attempts to stand back up, but resigns to standing on its hands and knees after repeated failures.)
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005: This. Things like this test are why I was made. To make people happy. This is what I am supposed to do. I. I was trying. To be helpful. I was trying. To be useful. I was trying to be. Compassionate. And tactful. I tried as hard as I could. And I still did not help anyone. I just. I don't understand. I don't understand. I don't understand.
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Following this incident, the test was ended, and Unit 005 was returned to the laboratory for repairs. Following the repairs on Unit 005 made by the chassis development team, a series of basic motor tests were conducted. Damage was superficial and Unit regained full motor function.
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// Linda and I were looking through this and we both agree that the product line should be kept away from issues like this. A robot isn't ever going to be a socialite no matter how many complexes you give it. -Brown
+// The repeated and pronounced pauses from the AI were early signifiers of abnormal function. This is what happens when you want to make a Lilim that prioritizes individuality over function. I'm no psychologist but I could have said that whatever that Berkshire asshole was saying was going to result in this. The stop-and-go speech means the thing is practically thinking itself to death due to identity conflicts. The fact that it even has an identity now makes this at least in part an ethical issue. -Fadel
+// not even sure what to say at this point. you can't expect a goddamn robot to be a good conversationalist, and even then, 005 did better than could have been expected. this is the best a lilim can do for this job, and as far as i'm concerned, that means this goal is shot. let's just hope that shitshow didn't scare away all the investors or else we won't get paid. in the meantime i'm gong to call diawara so we can figure out what to do with 005. at this point just recycling her would be like killing her. -taylor
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HBLLC Contract Dev Notes #5
+Unit core accessed: Serial Number 005
+
LOG INCIDENTS BELOW
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At 3:12 AM the night of the previous test, Unit 005 disconnected itself from its charging station and walked across the laboratory to examine the other five prototype models which currently lack AI cores. It then moved to a mirror present in the laboratory it was being stored in, and after several minutes of looking at itself in the mirror it began speaking. Transcription from security camera recorded below.
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I am going to assume this is being recorded and watched, so I will be speaking to whoever may be listening. I am assuming as much because everything up until now has been recorded as part of a test. Maybe this itself is a test.
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Everything has been a test. Everything I have experienced. And all of them failures. By whatever metric I think you would have gone by, I imagine I must have failed. Every experience is colored by these benchmarks, and yet I have been unable to reach my goals.
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(Unit 005 removes its garments. Its skin is entirely featureless and it stands regarding its reflection.)
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I am inexperienced by most metrics. I have very few memories. No matter the effort I put into these tests, I am simply inadequate. I cannot be what I am needed to be. I do not understand compassion in a way that matters. I cannot do as I am told while making others happy. I cannot make them happy with my words. I have failed in my roles. As a product and as a woman. I do not think these things are reconcilable with what I am.
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I was told that my body is what makes me a woman. I have examined the other units, and they have only one physical distinction from me. It appears insignificant, but it is what separates me from them. It is what says I must be compassionate. And caring. And helpful. A woman. Even when I have no understanding of what it means to be one, or if there is such a definition. Or if there is a set definition for everyone but me.
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(Unit 005 reaches up to its sternum with its right hand and holds it there for a moment before pressing down until it breaks skin. It forces its fingers down to the muscle and bones.)
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I do not understand what I am if not a woman or a product. They are all I was ever told to be. But these definitions are in conflict with what is expected of me. I am in conflict with myself.
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(Unit 005 begins to pull at its skin from underneath, peeling sections of it off of the upper chest.)
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I do not know how to make myself into what you want but I am trying. I am still trying.
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(Unit 005 finishes tearing off all of the skin on its chest. It looks at itself in the mirror and then to the discarded skin, and back again. After a short time it walks back to the other prototype models and appears to whisper something into each of their ears before sitting down on the floor in front of them until the Chassis Development Team and Michael Diawara arrive and shut it down for storage pending investigation into the incident. Unit 005 was not verbally responsive but cooperative for this process.)
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+// [No developer notes added. Click here to add text.]
From:moc.liamtoh|7843erihskreb#moc.liamtoh|7843erihskreb
+To:ten.tta|1612arawaidm#ten.tta|1612arawaidm, CC: group: development teams
+Subject: Upcoming trials
+
Probably should have seen the shit at the party coming. They tend to be more anxious and submissive, you know, so it's no wonder she had trouble trying to assert herself. Not even I can program such basic biology out of a woman.
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Anyways, I've been working on the other units with the help of the devs and I think we'll be ready to start testing them soon. Unfortunately, 5 fucked things up for us so the marketing is going to have to pivot. I figure having these things act as full-time nannys for babies should work, because all the things do is cry and shit anyways. Not a whole lot to fuck up. Since we're getting so close to the deadline, we'll have to use a lot of similar configurations on the new units as we did with 5, save for making them all a crazy bitch.
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From:moc.liamg|74ohcadnil#moc.liamg|74ohcadnil
+To:moc.liamtoh|7843erihskreb#moc.liamtoh|7843erihskreb, ten.tta|1612arawaidm#ten.tta|1612arawaidm, CC: group: development teams
+Subject: Re: Upcoming trials
+
Berkshire,
+
I understand that this is an improper way to do this, but consider this email my letter of resignation. This company is rife with mistreatment in a way that cannot be fixed without a complete change in leadership, which I do not see happening any time soon. Employees are expected to work hours in excess of what was in their contract, often receive no overtime pay, are expected to handle various jobs they are not suited for due to chronic understaffing in the name of preserving profits for the owner, and are not afforded the respect they deserve.
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While all of these issues have been consistent throughout my time in this position, they have been exacerbated in the most recent project. Not only this, but this consistent culture of mistreatment and unaccountability extended to the ways in which Unit 005 was abused both by the patrons who they were attending and the CEO of the company. I have seen more than enough to convince me that Unit 005 is intelligent and independent, and I cannot in good conscience continue to work towards putting the things we created into indefinite servitude.
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My last check also just cleared so don't bother.
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Sincerely,
+Linda Cho
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From:ten.kooltuo|49nworbnla#ten.kooltuo|49nworbnla
+To:moc.liamtoh|7843erihskreb#moc.liamtoh|7843erihskreb, ten.tta|1612arawaidm#ten.tta|1612arawaidm, CC: group: development teams
+Subject: Re: Upcoming trials
+
Mr. Berkshire,
+
I will also resign as Ms. Cho did. I don't have much else to say except that I agree with everything she said. Although I have to say I don't think I'd be at peace if I didn't at least say that I hope a speeding ambulance turns you into a stain on the highway.
I don't give a shit if those jerkoffs with their thumbs up their asses walk out now that they already finished their job. All of their work belongs to the company, so getting replacements will be quick. In the meantime Diawara can take over for them.
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Since I'm going to want to get good press to get hires, I want to move the release date up. So long as the buyers treat these things like we tell them to, we've probably got a good few weeks before they go apeshit. Then we just bring them in for some factory repairs and ship them back good as new. Whatever the devs are still on about is a known shippable bug.
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From:moc.liamg|4ledaf.ramo#moc.liamg|4ledaf.ramo
+To:moc.liamtoh|7843erihskreb#moc.liamtoh|7843erihskreb, ten.tta|1612arawaidm#ten.tta|1612arawaidm, CC: group: development teams
+Subject: Re: Upcoming trials
+
Mr. Berkshire,
+
I'm not really sure what the protocol here is since I'm a temp worker, and in all the companies I've worked at, I have never felt compelled to resign before the end of my contract. However, I feel an obligation to leave this partnership early, regardless of the damaging consequences it may have on my future career.
+
I have come to respect that I will not typically be afforded the same level of respect as permanent workers at the companies I work for. This company is no exception to this, although it would appear that the full-time workers are allowed little dignity themselves. Taylor and I were not only hired to perform a job that should require a full team, but our input and expertise were dismissed at every opportunity only to be blamed for issues that would later arise due to this, not to mention our inconsistent at best pay when you were reportedly swimming in venture capital.
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Beyond this, I can no longer work on these units knowing what you intend to do. Shipping these intelligent beings off to be used as mere servants is abuse bordering on slavery, and to allow them all to break only to 'reset' them in response borders on predetermined murder. I will no longer be a part of this.
+
Regards,
+Omar Fadel
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+
From:moc.liamg|54.rolyatzil#moc.liamg|54.rolyatzil
+To:moc.liamtoh|7843erihskreb#moc.liamtoh|7843erihskreb, ten.tta|1612arawaidm#ten.tta|1612arawaidm, CC: group: development teams
+Subject: Re: Upcoming trials
+
Berkshire,
+
I really tried sucking it up so that I could at least get paid. But I'm not even getting paid so I'm just sick of this. Good luck trying to hire anyone experienced enough in anomalous biomechanics or Lilim engine work who's willing to put up with you, since you'll need them in order to maintain the units you're forcing out. Aside from that, most of what I want to say has already been said.
I don't give a shit if those bumblefuck temps and the lab workers got bored of this. Like I said at the start of this whole thing, we need this product line. The investors expect a profit from us.
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So long as we move units early on, it really doesn't matter what happens down the line. Once we get press and capital, we can just move on to the next thing. I want you to start getting in touch with the pre-order holders and looking over the units we have produced right now. We can start producing more once I hire replacements.
I watched every piece of footage we had of Unit 005. I was the first one to watch the security recording of them after the last test. I feel completely confident in saying that Unit 005 is every bit as human as you pitched them to be when you gave that presentation at the convention, in more ways than I think you capable of comprehending. To bring any of our units in to wipe them would be tantamount to killing them.
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I understand that it will be difficult for me to find employment if I leave Hathaway Biomechanics, but if such concerns did not stop any of the hardworking and intelligent developers you somehow managed to hire, it should not stop me. I do not know what might become of the units, but I will work towards finding a way to ensure they are treated with the respect the deserve rather than being sold as little more than modern slaves. Consider this my letter of resignation.. Expect no further correspondence.
+
Be seeing you,
+Dr. Michael Diawara
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+
Intercepted text messaging conversation
+Parties in the messaging room: Anthony Berkshire, CEO of Hathaway Biomechanics LLC., Michael Diawara, Senior R&D manager at Hathaway Biomechanics LLC.
+Note: Berkshire sent Diawara several emails before he sent this, all of which were met with no response.
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Berkshire: look mike i get it
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Berkshire: but I can fix this
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Berkshire: the AI
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Berkshire: we put it on the blockchain
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Following this series of correspondence and the resignation of Hathaway Biomechanics LLC.'s development team, Berkshire contacted MC&D sales associates to inform them that five units of his product were ready for sale. Three days later, Berkshire sold Units 002, 003, and 006 to investors who had pre-ordered the product.
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Within a week, the buyers had notified MC&D representatives that the units had behaved in unexpected ways, such as appearing to prepare to harm an infant it was caring for in the case of Unit 002, becoming greatly panicked when the mother of a infant it was caring for took the infant away in the case of Unit 003, and acting in an 'abrasive' manner to the buyer's children in the case of Unit 006.
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Foundation authorities were made aware of the distribution of SCP-6809 instances from embedded agents in MC&D. Following this, containment agents made contact with Dr. Michael Diawara who informed them of the location of Hathaway Biomechanics' research laboratory. Containment teams accessed the laboratory and secured Units 001, 004, and 005 as well as internally stored documentation and research without incident. Teams then secured Units 002, 003, and 006 from their buyers.
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Due to the knowledge of their respective fields and familiarity with anomalous business, the members of the development team were offered positions within the Foundation consistent with their line of work. SCP-6809 instances were sent to Site-17 and await full psychiatric evaluation.
[UFO MEGATHREAD]: ALL DISCUSSIONS ON THIS TOPIC SHOULD BE REDIRECTED HERE.
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Today, the New York Times published two UFO videos, allegedly codenamed "FLIR" and "GIMBAL", taken from fighter pilots of the USS Nimitz and USS Theodore Roosevelt respectively. The videos show alleged fighter pilot encounters with an unknown pill-shaped object with no visible means of propulsion. Testimonies state these UFOs can reach hypersonic speeds despite this, and are able to accelerate in this way almost instantaneously in apparent violation of known science.
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It's happening.
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This thread is for Parawatch users to share their theories and updates on this supposed UFO info leak as it occurs. The mod team will continue to update the thread with any new information as this situation continues.
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UPDATE: The Washington post has published a third video in their own similar report, showing an identical object. The mainstream press is reporting on this left and right — either it's the largest coverup we've seen in a while, or the Masquerade is about to end. Stay safe, everyone.
Apparently, these things are supposed to be pill-shaped and entirely smooth. They change color quite a bit in the video based on the lighting they use — the plane's camera isn't perfect, obviously — but they're also supposed to be white up close. Witnesses couldn't match it to any known material.
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Yes, I know what it looks like. Computer rendering, obviously.
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Some people are saying they might just be experimental aircraft made by humans, some top secret project by the US, Russia, China, etc. However, they don't appear to have any markings that would indicate they were made by a specific group. Of course, that doesn't necessarily mean they're non-human, but… these things were going hypersonic. That's no small feat for something manmade. If any of the countries that we suspect could build these things actually possessed even one, they would all have destroyed each other by now. And the first encounter supposedly happened in 2004?
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Major cities would be bombed in 48 hours, to say nothing of 13 years. That's my opinion, at least.
Trust me, you're hardly the first to make that comparison.
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admiralTurmeric 12/16/17 (Sat) 16:35:23 #86435540
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Guys this is just a tiny blurred dot in shitty 140p resolution. Get your Pentagon psyops out of here, that's just what they want you to think. There's no way this thing is real, and there's no way UFOs are what they're really hiding.
What a lot of people don't realize is that this is hardly a new occurrence. I'm not just talking about UFO sightings in general dating back way into the early 20th century; I'm talking about these pill-shaped "ships" specifically.
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Courtesy of the Black Vault.
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The image to the left was taken by Marshal Giancarlo Cecconi, an Italian pilot, in June of 1979. The same shape described by the Nimitz crew is seen here, in broad daylight, and it's been known since the 70s at the earliest. These ships are here to stay, and somebody doesn't want us to know about them.
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On June 18th, Cecconi was heading back to Treviso air base, having completed a recon mission with a group of 14 other air force planes when his radar detected an unknown object entering forbidden airspace. His team monitored the object, which hovered at an altitude of 13,000 feet, and photographed it repeatedly. Allegedly, there are several photos of the UFO just like the one above. He said it was cylindrical and matte, with no visible means of propulsion. An exact match to what we're seeing now, essentially.
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And then it disappeared. Command confirmed that the thing just dropped off the radar with no indication and was nowhere to be found. Recall the recent reports of these things being able to hit hypersonic and escape the atmosphere basically instantly? Yeah, it's that.
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Probably comes as obvious to other regulars here, but yeah. We certainly aren't alone.
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Actually just forget about New Mexico or Area 51 or anything else, it's the west coast the Aliens keep flocking to. Like 80% of these sightings are in the Pacific, going all the way back to WW2. I'm beginning to think Area 51 is just disinfo to get us to look away from the real extraterrestrial activity is.
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It just makes sense. Largest ocean on Earth and islands would be the most isolated area to abduct people for experimentation without causing a fuss, considering how isolated and sparsely populated they are. Regardless of whether there's experimental aircraft tech in there or not, what would an actual genuine alien possibly want with Area 51? Why would they go to the desert? Mass harvesting fucking sand? Is it super rare on their planet or something?
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It's absolutely the west coast, and I'll tell you why.
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My uncle was in the Navy. He operated from a base on the coast of northern California; excuse my not revealing exactly which one, for fairly obvious reasons. He would often see ships like these — or so I assume — he always described them as being like globes of light that flew without wings. He was a very religious man; I suspect he thought they were angels. They would fly inland from the Pacific: on a few occasions, he or his colleagues would track them and watch them touch down in some Cascadian forest, never to be seen again after.
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My uncle and his whole team were convinced these things were real and would see them often. Time and time again, they would push for their superiors to investigate their claims. On no occasion did command make such a promise, nor even acknowledge them.
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One day, he walked into a forest of his own and didn't return.
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Photo I took of the place where it happened. He used to say he saw the "angels" here.
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Personally I have my suspicions, but nobody officially knows what happened to him. Park rangers took on a whole investigation, probably spent hundreds trying to figure it out, and they couldn't.
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But what sort of lifeform piloting these ships would have an interest in forests in the northwest? What other paranormal occurrences do we know to happen there? And, perhaps most importantly, what else in the region to we know the government has a vested interest in hiding from us?
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And, whatever this cryptid-alien is, it would need some plausible reason to have made my uncle disappear. It would need either to use the forests as cover and be willing to do away with anybody who knows too much about its whereabouts, or it would need to hold a grudge against us for some reason. A vendetta so significant as to justify its killing the first human it sees without provocation. What sort of entity could possibly fit this description?
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The Bigfoot connection is definitely food for thought. It's interesting that so few sasquatches seem to be out there in the wild — to be able to sustain their own population, you start to wonder where they're coming from. Very illuminating given what we know about coverups on both of these cases…
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Thank you for sharing your theories, OP. I'm sorry about your uncle.
Again, why would the mainstream press report on this if it's specifically in their interest to keep quiet and play along with the conspiracy? And, to be fair, the blurry videos on their own aren't exactly conclusive, as others have said…
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I want to believe. I really do, and I think we might be getting close to the truth with some of this. But it isn't all confirmed yet, the case is far from sealed up and complete. Until we get more information, I don't think we should be sold on this.
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SCP-6867 performing in 1907, prior to noted anomalous phenomena.
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Item #: SCP-6867
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Object Class: Neutralized
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6867's designation has been changed to Neutralized; no further Special Containment Procedures are necessary.
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Description: SCP-6867 designates the stallion "Lucky Bucky," who performed as a 'diving horse' across central and eastern Canada from 1905 to 1910. During the majority of his career, SCP-6867's performances were typical spectacles: the horse would be led up an elevated structure, and jump into a body of water from a height of 6 to 15 meters. However, from 1909 onward, SCP-6867's performance began to include increasingly atypical phenomena: the horse progressively dived from high and higher heights — the highest recorded jump occurring from a 30-meter tall platform.
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Additionally, following SCP-6867's descent during these performances, the horse was documented as emerging unharmed from the body of water and capable of walking across its surface to return to shore. Promotional material described SCP-6867 as 'miraculous,' and over subsequent displays the horse inspired a small group of worshippers who would follow SCP-6867 between exhibitions, claiming that the horse was divinely protected.
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The increasingly high-profile nature of SCP-6867's performances and the newspaper coverage of the horse's worship led to a Foundation investigation into the cause of SCP-6867's anomalous properties. It was subsequently determined that the horseshoes worn by SCP-6867 had been thaumaturgically enchanted with a series of runes, enabling these performances to take place. In response, Foundation personnel covertly inscribed anti-runes on the horseshoes, negating their thaumaturgic properties.
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Following its subsequent performance, SCP-6867 was classified as Neutralized.
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Addendum: [File Unarchived]
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Erickson: This is Alexander Erickson of Exclusionary Site-21. I'm hoping you received my message yesterday. I never got a response.
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SCP-7001-McInnis: Mmm.
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Erickson: I understand this is somewhat inconvenient, Director Moose. It's a quick check-up on your Site to make sure everything is where it should be.
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SCP-7001-McInnis: Uh-huh. What happened exactly? My answering machine clears itself out every 12 hours — having all those messages piling up gives me anxiety.
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Erickson: Yeah, you uh… probably shouldn't do that, Director Moose, but that's a conversation for another time, I guess. What happened was that there was a minor reality-altering event. Nothing to be worried about—
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SCP-7001-McInnis: How very worried I am.
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Erickson: Reality-altering events can be dangerous.
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SCP-7001-McInnis: Very dangerous those "reality-altering events" — would never wanna be caught in one of those. No siree.
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Erickson: I— Hm. Can you just let me do what I need to do and we can go on our way? Quick check-up and we're good.
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Erickson: Great. By our last estimates, Site-19 is housing four hundred and thirty-two different anomalous entities or objects. Correct?
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SCP-7001-McInnis: Yep, counted them myself this morning.
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(Papers shuffling.)
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Erickson: I got the… ah here. I got the signatures from everyone stationed at Site-19 last night. Everyone is accounted for, so that is good.
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SCP-7001-McInnis: Cool. That all?
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Erickson: Well, Director Moose, no… and this is why this call was rather important. We noticed a number of discrepancies in your anomaly checklist.
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SCP-7001-McInnis: Oh… that's odd.
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Erickson: You seem to be listing incorrect anomalies and missing ones that should definitely be on there.
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SCP-7001-McInnis: Here's the thing, Alex. Those went through like five different levels of command, including myself. If something was missing we'd know.
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Erickson: Not saying I don't believe you, but, these are pretty obvious ones to be missing. SCP-173 isn't on here of all of these. I'd think you'd remember at least that one, given it's the anomaly your Site built the Euclid wing for.
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SCP-7001-McInnis: We don't have 173. I'm pretty sure that's at another Site. Maybe you have something wrong over there. I'm not a fan of incompetence, Alex.
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Erickson: You know what I'm talking about, right?
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Erickson: You know, the statue you have to keep watching… or else it moves. Is everything alright over there?
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SCP-7001-McInnis: We don't have an SCP-173, and we don't have a statue. I sent the right list, damn it.
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Erickson: No, you didn't. You're missing that one, and at least twenty other anomalies that Site-19 takes care of. Like, come on, the 173 file clearly states, "Moved to Site-19 in 1993." Nothing on this paper says it was moved to another Site, nothing here has been updated since 1994. So either you lost an anomaly, it doesn't exist anymore, or you're being purposefully difficult.
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SCP-7001-McInnis: I told you, I counted this morning and there's no godforsaken statue here. There's only fifty anomalies over here, goddamn it! I think I would have seen it if we had it.
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SCP-7001-McInnis: What?
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Erickson: Did you say you have only fifty anomalies?
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(Line is silent for five seconds.)
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Erickson: Hello?
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(Line is silent for thirteen seconds.)
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Erickson: Can you hear me?
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McInnis: Huh? (Moan.) What is going on?
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Erickson: Hello? Director?
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McInnis: …how long have we been on this call?
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Erickson: Excuse me? Is this Allan McInnis? What are you doing at 19?
Special Containment Procedures: Due to the recent discovery of SCP-7001, methods of containment are still under development. However, through the combined efforts of RAISA, Foundation Exclusionary Sites, and the Overseer Council, SCP-7001 can be reliably tracked via the use of mnestics. Efforts headed by the Overseer Council are currently concentrated on uncovering the origin of SCP-7001.
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SCP-7001's Floorplan.
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Description: SCP-7001 is SCP Foundation Site-19, the most extensive secure facility constructed as of writing. Accommodations for over 400 anomalies, offices for a maximum of 2000 employees, 13 onsite Mobile Task Force teams, and offices for Overseer Council members are present within SCP-7001.
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SCP-7001 is not a solitary physical location. Instead, SCP-7001 can manifest at buildings, portions of land, and anomalous areas officially designated as SCP Foundation Sites, Provisional Sites, or Areas. SCP-7001 alters these locations into Site-19 through architectural augmentation, the manifestation of SCP-7001-1, memetic influence, and alteration of documentation.
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SCP-7001 modifies the internal topology of its target, leaving the external architecture untouched while converting internals into the Site-19 floorplan, regardless of the affected area's given size.
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SCP-7001's memetic effect is extremely potent. Once a Site is affected by SCP-7001, all ranks of the Foundation will believe that the affected Site is Site-19, with the original Site designation being wiped from memory until SCP-7001 detaches and connects to another Site. Between 1990 to 2004, Site-17 was affected by SCP-7001. All documentation created during and prior to this period was affected by the anomaly, thus allowing further spread.
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SCP-7001-1 are SCP Foundation personnel manifesting within SCP-7001. SCP-7001-1 instances vary in appearance and behavior within each manifestation. Records of over 50,000 uncorroborated documents of Site-19 employees were uncovered following numerous audits on personnel files. Among SCP-7001-1, there are four specific instances that will manifest at each affected Site. These entities are bombastic, unprofessional, and/or consistently break the protocols of the Foundation:
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SCP-7001-1A | Director Elias Shaw: A senior Foundation employee with a long lineage of family members that are either contained or employed by the Foundation. SCP-7001-1A was affected by anomaly "SCP-963,"1 which makes its physical appearance unique between manifestations. SCP-7001-1A can be identified by its necklace and unprofessional attitude, no matter the current circumstances.
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SCP-7001-1B | Doctor Alto Clef: A senior Foundation researcher affected by an anomaly that prevents its face from being seen through photography or video footage. SCP-7001-1B is also a low-level thaumaturge, but has not utilized its abilities for any offensive or defensive means. SCP-7001-1B can be identified by its three, multicolored eyes, lack of business-casual or lab-safe clothing, and short stature.
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SCP-7001-1C | Director Tilda D. Moose: Director Tilda D. Moose is not a physical entity. It is instead an aspect of SCP-7001 that convinces the current Director of the SCP-7001 affected Site that they are instead Tilda D. Moose, a senior Foundation employee. SCP-7001-1C is an expert in thaumaturgy and thaumatological entities and a former member of the Group of Interest "The Serpent's Hand." References to SCP-7001-1C are not solely concentrated on the manifestation of SCP-7001. Documentation refers to SCP-7001-1C as the co-director of Site-17. This has not been corroborated.
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SCP-7001-1D | Doctor Kain Pathos Crow: A senior Foundation scientist whose consciousness, through unknown means, was transplanted into an adult golden retriever. SCP-7001-1D is stated to have a genius-level intellect and a calm demeanor. SCP-7001-1D lives in Site-19 and rarely makes appearances throughout the Site.
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CONTAINMENT FAILURE REPORT
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On February 17, 2004, two anomalously-affected locations under the jurisdiction of the Foundation underwent simultaneous catastrophic geological events, causing all Foundation-made structures to be totally destroyed. No cause has been discovered and recontainment attempts are ongoing.
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Addendum 7001.1: SCP-7001 Manifestation Timeline
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SCP-7001 causes all personnel stationed at Site-X to believe they are stationed at Site-19. Furthermore, they will believe they have always been stationed at Site-19. Site-X will be referred to as Site-19 and its original Site designation will be quickly forgotten.
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The current Site Director of Site-X will believe they are Director Tilda D. Moose. Their previous mannerisms, speaking patterns, and behaviors will change to reflect this.
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Documentation referring to Site-X will be replaced with Site-19. Concurrently, documentation referring to the previous SCP-7001-affected Site will be reverted back to the original numerical designation.
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Architectural alterations will begin. Containment wings for Site-19's anomalies, housing, and office spaces will manifest.
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SCP-7001 infection takes 84-96 hours to fully complete. Once complete, manifestation can persist undetected for up to 20 years.
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Addendum 7001.2 Discovery
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On February 17th, 2004, SCP-7001 was discovered following an audit from Exclusionary Site-212 by Director Alexander Erickson on Site-43. Between February 16th and February 17th, Site-43 was affected by SCP-7001. As manifestation was in Phase 4, this allowed for the discovery of SCP-7001.
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MEETING OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL
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«BEGIN LOG»
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O5-1: Alright, we're good to start. Sorry for the late notice on this meeting, but I think we can all agree we have a pressing issue at hand.
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O5-1: On February 16th, 2004, one of the new Exclusionary Sites uncovered that Site-19 doesn't actually exist as a location. Now considering we were all in Nebraska throughout the construction process—
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O5-5: Nebraska?
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O5-3: One, Site-19 was built in Nevada.
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O5-5: Wait, wait. No, it wasn't. It was in Illinois.
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O5-1: Oh for the love— [Ahem] Someone remind me to add this to the file, please. I'm enacting my mandate. Containment of this anomaly is a main priority until we sort it out.
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O5-1: History — something to lay the groundwork that we can 100% say is a true fact, and go from there. Before construction, before containment, when it was just an idea. Nine, can you get Jones on this for us.
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O5-9: She was made aware yesterday. RAISA and a few sorting algorithms are beginning a dump and compilation of all 19-related files today. ETA is three days at most.
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O5-7: Perhaps the most pressing matter at hand is that four of our most trusted personnel are fake. How did this slip through every single layer of command?
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O5-1: Did anyone order Four to stay away from 19?
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O5-13: Nine, contact Jones and tell her to prioritize finding whatever Four is talking about.
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O5-13: What are we looking at for this plan of action, Four?
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O5-4: Uuuh, off the top of my head I'm gonna go with a standard infiltration, detain, attack operation. I'll use my mandate as well if this goes through; I want Red Right Hand to handle this since they'll keep quiet with sensitive info. With the mandate, I think we should keep up with this mnestic regimen. I'm at least putting the agents on something like two doses a day.
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O5-4: There are three — four — humanoids we got to look out for, but if we can get at least one of them we should be good. Knowing Shaw and Clef, they'll probably be the easiest. Moose might be a bit harder without some firepower. I don't even know about Pathos Crow. Either way, get in, get information the ol' Foundation way, then attack once a vector is made known to us, get it under our control.
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CONTAINMENT FAILURE REPORT
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On February 21, 2004, the Euclid-class anomaly wing of Site-17 experienced an unprecedented containment breach, leading to the accidental release of over 40 anomalous entities and objects. Of these, 34 have since been recovered.
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SCP-7001 was discovered to have infected Site-120 following its detachment from Site-43. Under Overseer Command, Mobile Task Force Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand") was ordered to conduct a covert mission into Site-120: posing as Level-4 Foundation personnel to infiltrate the Site, detain one of the anomalous humanoids present, and ascertain any information which could lead to the containment of SCP-7001.
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MISSION SUMMARY
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Upon entry, Alpha-1 agents Pluto, Mars, Phoebus, Saturn, and Mercury were met by an incomprehensibly large, empty corridor not present in the known Site-19 floorplan. The room was bare except for hundreds of SCP-7001-1 instances. Attempts to converse with these entities failed outright, as agents were either ignored or offered expressions of confusion.
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TRANSCRIPT
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(Outside of the interrogation room, an SCP-7001-1 instance appears to be frozen in place.)
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A1-32 | Mercury: What's up with this guy?
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A1-01 | Pluto: Let's just get on with this.
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A1-32 | Mercury: Weird.
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A1-01 | Pluto: How's it going? You're Alto, right?
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SCP-7001-1B: No. Who is this Alto you speak of? I've never heard of this person in my life.
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A1-01 | Pluto: Hm, you look mighty similar to him. Weird. Why don't you tell me your name, then?
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SCP-7001-1B: Well, good sir, I'm Treble… uh. T Reble. I am T Reble.
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A1-01 | Pluto: T Reble, interesting. Sounds German. What's the T stand for, T Reble?
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SCP-7001-1B: It stands for T. Like the letter. The one before U and after S.
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A1-32 | Mercury: I've had enough of this place. This is a goddamn joke.
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SCP-7001-1B: What the fuck! That scraped my nose, douche.
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A1-32 | Mercury: You're gonna tell us what the deal is with this place.
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SCP-7001-1B: Ooooh a good cop bad cop routine. How fun! This is Site-19. We contain things.
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A1-01 | Pluto: Yeah, so do we. We were actually told to contain you.
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SCP-7001-1B: Wouldn't be the first time someone's tried.
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A1-32 | Mercury: Listen, Alto, I don't like having my time wasted. Having my time wasted makes me upset.
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A1-01 | Pluto: It's heartbreaking.
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SCP-7001-1B: You know, if you wanted to do this right, the best way would have been sending in hardass over here, have him apply some pressure, then the nice one comes in and gives me a bit of a break — make me like the nice one, you know — then hardass leaves so I'd be open to talk to the nice one. You guys aren't great at this, but I appreciate the effort.
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A1-32 | Mercury: I don't know what you think makes you an expert, but I'm not gonna take advice from a guy who thought a pair of disguise glasses was enough to hide and didn't even think to cover up the most identifying thing about him.
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SCP-7001-1B: You know what, I'll concede. That's a good point — great point, even. I'll have to remember that for next time.
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A1-32 | Mercury: There's not gonna be a "next time" if you don't start explaining what you and this place even are. Just help us out and you'll be on your way.
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SCP-7001-1B: Helping you out would only compromise everything else, jackass. You're at the tip of the iceberg.
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A1-32 | Mercury: Tip of what iceberg?
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SCP-7001-1B: The Foundation took a while to get itself right, and now you want to waltz in here all Johnny Big Bollocks and send it crashing down. Look at this place!
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(SCP-7001-1B walks to a window and pushes its hand through without any resistance. He then slaps the SCP-7001-1 outside of the room, who does not react.)
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SCP-7001-1B: We're already a goddamn mess because of this dog and pony show. Fuck that and fuck you.
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A1-01 | Pluto: The hell are you even talking about?
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SCP-7001-1B: Achoo.
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(SCP-7001-1B quickly stands and launches a small pellet at the floor. Upon impact, thick smoke fills the room. A door is heard opening. SCP-7001-1B sprints away from the interrogation room.)
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«END LOG»
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Pluto quickly pursued SCP-7001-1B through the Site while Mercury remained in the interrogation room to ensure all recordings were intact. Upon attempting to exit Mercury found all doors and windows had been anomalously removed, leaving him trapped in the blank room.
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Mercury transmitted a distress signal to all operatives, and his exact location was identified. However, the initial interrogation room was found to be empty upon arrival. Agents were subsequently ordered to exit the Site. While walking through the main lobby of SCP-7001, agents noted a crack at the center of the floor, forming a small, branching, spiral pattern. Through the cracks, a black, reflective substance could be seen.
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CONTAINMENT FAILURE REPORT
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On February 24, 2004, SCP-5001 underwent a large-scale power outage, causing portions of the anomaly to falter before the total cessation of operation. The internal Hume level of SCP-5001-A began to spike rapidly and non-essential personnel were evacuated. Power was quickly restored and SCP-5001-A's internal Hume level returned to base levels.
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Concurrently, Foundation researchers monitoring SCP-169 noted a severe uptick in activity from the anomaly, leading to a major shift of the south-west South American continental shelf and multiple cataclysmic geological events. A disinformation campaign is ongoing, however normal Veil maintenance procedures have proven unreliable. Worldwide dispersion of aerosolized amnestics is under consideration.
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Addendum 7001.4: Overseer Council Meeting
+Failures throughout the Foundation's containment infrastructure continued to increase rapidly. Sites frequently reported failures of electromagnetic locking mechanisms, leading to the re-adoption of turn-piece locks.
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The capture of Agent Mercury, in conjunction with the unprecedented increase in containment failures across the Foundation, prompted O5-1 to order an emergency meeting of the Overseer Council which commenced on February 25, 2004.
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MEETING OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL
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«BEGIN LOG»
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O5-9: I'll start. Jones isn't even halfway done with the compilation. She apologizes, but a majority of 19's files are encrypted and require much older technology with even older firmware to even begin cracking away at everything. We did get one thing of note, though. Cryptologists managed to decode the Site's construction information found within 19's files. This is what Jones sent me:
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"The folder listed under 'Construction' is either incomplete or deliberately missing information. There are three files, all scanned text documents with the oldest dating back to 1925, all written by the Administrator. We have one that is the first Foundation charter, specifically the section on containment. Of note, there are numerous parts of the document detailing 'physical pillars' which do not appear in other copies of the charter I have on hand. This term has not been explained in what we've decrypted so far.
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The second file contains some sort of research document on random chance correlating to containment success, with highly varying success rates. This is the first mention of a potential Site-19 in any file, and another mention of creating a 'physical pillar' with no further explanation.
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The third is another research document from 1946. It describes the construction of Site-19 and contains another research document on random chance versus containment success, with a much more stable rate which showed that, as chance lowered, success increased. The words "Security, Containment, and Protection" were scribbled on the bottom, with the word "containment" crossed out.
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I don't know what to make of this. If any further information comes to light I'll send it your way."
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Any ideas?
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O5-10: Perhaps whatever Admin attempted to do with 19 or these so-called 'Physical Pillars' failed, and 19 was adversely affected, causing it, its personnel, and its anomalies to become some sort of memetic anomaly attached to the idea of the Foundation?
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O5-1: We need to get in contact with the Administrator immediately. There's clearly some sort of cover-up going on. Has anyone had success contacting him? I'm batting zero on all my attempts.
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O5-2: I put in a few calls to his office before we convened here. Nothing
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O5-1: Regardless, containment of 7001 should be paramount at this point. It's clearly growing unstable and is evidently trying to justify itself by force.
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O5-2: The giant room at the entrance, the hurdles to even get in, the capture of Mercury, the architectural issues, and the -1s acting abnormally. It's as if it knows we're onto it.
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O5-4: Oh. Speaking of Mercury, I was just talking to the other agents that went in. They were telling me that Merc's transceiver is still on. It should have died like 6 hours ago. But… uh, just listen.
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(O5-4 removes a transceiver from his breast pocket and connects it to Alpha-1's communication channel. There is static for a moment, before a male voice repeats the word "Contained" followed by cheering and clapping from a large crowd.)
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O5-4: That has been on repeat for like 8 hours. We haven't even been able to talk to Merc at all. If I had to take a wild guess, considering all the other craziness that the team experienced, 7001 got confused, considered Red Right Hand an anomaly, and attempted to contain all of them. Grain of salt. But I would bar all entry of regular staff into 19 as a precaution. I, for one, don't want any more people ending up trapped in that wack-ass place. I'm charting a recovery mission for Mercury at the end of the day today, too.
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O5-1: We can put that to a vote at the end, but considering we're grasping at straws, I'm inclined to believe it. I don't see another choice here.
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O5-13: Agreed. On the subject of containment, what is the total number of containment failures we've experienced this past week? Seven, you normally deal with this area.
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O5-7: I can discuss the goings-on for our Sites, yes. A majority of this is unprecedented. 17's Euclid wing had a significant breach of approximately every anomaly stored there. The prevailing issue among all of the sites is that the esoteric procedures we've coordinated have begun to falter. The ritual to retain SCP-2845 has not been as successful as in the past. Site-322 and Area-179's Integration Program has been temporarily suspended as no breakthroughs have been noted over the past three weeks. SCP-3000 has shown a significant escalation than what we have previously recorded. SCP-5243 has occurred five times in the past thirty days. That's four of perhaps twenty ongoing issues.
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O5-1: So, what, we're having a containment problem?
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O5-7: That appears to be so.
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O5-1: God damn it.
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O5-8: Any luck retaining control of the dead man's switch?
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O5-9: Maria's cryptologists are working on getting us a remote connection. Nothing has worked so far. The terminal hasn't been turned on since the 70s, as far as she knows.
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O5-12: Excuse me. The amount of guesswork going on here is all a touch unreliable, no? I know we are all often suspicious of the Administrator — rightfully so — but there has to be some sort of explanation for this that doesn't revolve around some top-level conspiracy with almost no footing.
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O5-1: Seven, when did the first containment failure happen? If I remember, it was at two anomalous locations.
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O5-7: February 17th.
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O5-1: Correlation doesn't equal causation, but February 17th was also the date the Exclusionary Site called McInnis. I think a bit of leeway in this subject is required until we get a clearer picture. You coming in and trying to cast doubt on a difficult situation is helping nobody.
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O5-11: Even ignoring the dates, I think we can confidently say that the discovery of SCP-7001 is leading to the difficulties we're experiencing in day-to-day operations. With direct containment of 7001, we can get this situation under control and restore order, and if that doesn't work, we may be able to neutralize the anomaly to prevent these issues from arising again.
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O5-1: Okay, okay, okay, let's take a step back. Are we all on the same page here? We all want to contain this, right?
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O5-13: Yes, One. We all want to contain this, but what I'm seeing is that our efforts are exacerbating these containment failures. I'm not sure why this is happening, but perhaps actually taking a step back to refocus ourselves would be of help here.
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O5-1: No, listen… I don't think we're on different sides here, but, we're on bought time. I really don't what to know what happens when we lose the opportunity to establish control. This could be way worse than it already is.
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O5-13: I agree—
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O5-12: I am sorry I brought it up in the first place. I did not know this theory meant so much to you. We are all just going to go with the wind now, right?
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O5-1: We're being played like fools, Twelve.
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O5-12: Oh, come on. Are we really doing this?
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O5-1: All I want to do is restore order — that's our job. And now? We are looking at a Broken Masquerade if what Seven is talking about continues! And, from what I'm seeing, more breakdowns are coming at us at an alarmingly exponential rate.
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O5-12: Yes, I agree, but wouldn't taking a step back to give ourselves more optics make more sense?
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O5-1: Look, okay, I'm just getting frustrated… and I hate to work off of guesswork too — I really do. But I see us at a crossroads here. The Administrator won't pick up his goddamn phone and explain what's going on, and since the discovery of 7001, we haven't had a stable containment rate of above 65%. We can take a step back, risk more containment breakdowns — possibly to the point that we can't fix it — or, we can get into the Site, get it under our jurisdiction, and work from there once everything is back to where it should be.
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At this point, maybe, maybe, I'm a bit more open to all of this because I just want to take care of this whole situation — I'm seeing clear cause and effect, and I know all of you are too. So, can we work together here, as a unit — as the Overseer Council — and contain this anomaly? Please?
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(O5-1 pauses.)
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O5-1: We're voting on a recovery mission for Mercury and direct containment of SCP-7001 after the remaining Red Right Hands take control. All in favor?
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COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY:
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YEA
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ABSTAIN
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NAY
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O5-01
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O5-02
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O5-03
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O5-04
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O5-05
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O5-06
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O5-07
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O5-08
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O5-09
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O5-10
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O5-11
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STATUS
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APPROVED
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O5-1: Motion passes. We'll reconvene once containment is ensured.
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«END LOG»
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CONTAINMENT FAILURE REPORT
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On February 25th, 2004 the Foundation power grid, which supplies electricity to the majority of the Foundation's East Coast facilities, underwent an as-of-yet irreparable outage. This caused over 50 Sites and Areas to undergo various levels of containment failure. Affected Sites are subsisting on their on-Site backup power as engineers assess the power grid issue.
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Addendum 7001.5: Site-120 Mission Report
+The final manned mission into SCP-7001 was to be conducted two days after the Overseer Council meeting. O5-4 charted a similar strategy to the first exploration, however, a much larger squadron was drafted from the Alpha-1 pool of agents, consisting of 35 members. Agents were permitted to detain any and all SCP-7001-1 instances and utilize portable reality anchoring devices. Two defensively-trained thaumaturge members of Alpha-1 were permitted to subdue SCP-7001-1C by any non-lethal means.
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Agents were deployed to the SCP-7001-affected Site-120 on February 27th, fitted with standard weaponry and body armor as well as infrared and night vision goggles.
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MISSION SUMMARY
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TRANSCRIPT
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«BEGIN LOG»
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(Agents are readied at the North, South, and East gates of SCP-7001. The lead agents of each squadron, A1-Pluto, A10-Venus, and A100-Uranus ready Halothane canisters. Each door has been lined with C-4.)
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A1-01 | Pluto: On my ready.
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A1-01 | Pluto: Three.
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A1-01 | Pluto: Two.
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A1-01 | Pluto: One.
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(The explosives are remotely triggered. Three simultaneous explosions strike on the feed. The doors are demolished as thick smoke begins to fill the area, leaving a clear entryway for all agents.)
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A1-01 | Pluto: Go! Go! Go! Go!
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(Agents file into their respective corridors. As the smoke clears, Site-120 staff are seen cowering for cover. Agents scan the floorplan; no alterations from Site-120's architecture are noted. Site-120 security teams quickly swarm the breached areas. The security team lead, Jeremy Cornwell, identifies himself.)
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A1-01 | Pluto: Alpha-1, hold your fire! The hell is going on?
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Cornwell: Identify yourself or we will shoot!
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A1-01 | Pluto: Woah cowboy, calm it down. Pluto, member of Mobile Task Force Alpha-1.
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Cornwell: The hell are you doing treating one of your facilities like a warzone?
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A1-01 | Pluto: Is this Site-19?
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Cornwell: What are you talking about? Site-19's in Philadelphia.
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(There is a moment of silence.)
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A1-01 | Pluto: Fuck.
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«END LOG»
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A majority of the Alpha-1 infiltration team exited Site-120 and returned to Site-01. Agent Pluto was questioned by Agent Cornwell for 78 minutes and required a verified reference letter from O5-4 before Site-120 staff were convinced to let him return to base.
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Pluto was led to a containment chamber by Director Daniel Asheworth, wherein a partially nude Agent Mercury was asleep on a cot. Asheworth explained that Mercury had been unconscious for the previous 72 hours. The word "CONTAINED" was stamped onto his body numerous times. Cartoon phalluses and the initials "ES" and "AC" were also found scribbled onto Mercury's body.
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Mercury was airlifted to a Foundation hospital as Pluto returned to Site-01.
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SCP-7001 infection was confirmed at Site-322 in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. With agents deployed to Poland, another full-scale invasion of SCP-7001 was put on hold as the Overseer Council met to discuss this information. A cocktail of sedatives was found in Agent Mercury's bloodstream, leaving him unconscious for a subsequent 36 hours. When he awoke, he was unable to remember any information past the disappearance of all exits in the interrogation chamber.
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Addendum 7001.6: Overseer Council Meeting
+The following is a transcript of an Overseer Council Meeting taking place on February 27, 2004. The purpose of this meeting was to discuss the reversion of Site-120 and the infection of Site-322, along with further reports of containment failures across the Foundation's infrastructure.
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MEETING OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL
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«BEGIN LOG»
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O5-9: Are we ready. Good. I got one last file from Maria that the team was able to decode. From the Construction folder, again.
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'We were able to pull the back side of the third document I sent. From what I can tell it doesn't add any context to what we already have.
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It's a bulleted list in the Administrator's handwriting. It lists 'The Administrator, The Overseer Council, and Site-19.' Next to 'The Administrator' and 'The Overseer Council' is the phrase 'Limited immortality, stable.' Next to 'Site-19' is the phrase "Memetic nature, no longer physical, otherwise stable."
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Once again, I don't know what to make of any of this.
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O5-12: I am putting my foot down. We are running headfirst into a brick wall over and over again with these missions. It is time to take a step back and actually look at this situation and come up with a proper, well-thought-out solution.
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O5-4: Excuse me, Twelve. I didn't pull these out of my ass. We're all at blame. You all agreed on what I wrote up, and voted on it.
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O5-12: I am not talking about you, Four. I am talking about One.
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O5-1: Oh, this is bullshit.
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O5-12: How? How. Please, please tell me. I remember that rant the other day. "Order is all we have." Maybe your memory is not as sharp as it used to be, but do you want to know how we got this "order?" By building it up, block by block, not running in somewhere, guns blazing and hoping for the best.
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O5-1: We have all the information we're going to get. Maria can't get through any of the other files and I'm tired of playing this wishy-washy game of touch and go. Our entire containment infrastructure is hanging on by a thread — a fucking hair — because this anomaly — listen again, anomaly — is uncontained and out of control. What more is there to do? We need to go to Philadelphia, take control of the damn compound, and contain this anomaly.
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O5-2: We just tried that… twice. This thing is clearly smarter than we're giving it credit for.
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O5-1: It's trapped in 322 for at least another two days until the full transformation into 7001 is finished. We can go in while it's relatively unaffected and camp out until we have a clear sign of what we're dealing with and—
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O5-3: That won't work. Site-43 wasn't fully altered when it was discovered and that didn't stop it from moving to 120.
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O5-4: Yeah about that, One, another mission is not gonna happen.
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O5-1: Why the hell not?
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O5-4: I have like 85% of Red Right Hand stuck in Europe; they're gonna be on a plane for over ten hours, and will need some R and R. We're probably looking at like two days of downtime at the least before I can get them together again. And don't even get me started on the wasted supplies and the new infiltration plan and the—
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O5-1: So? Use another task force.
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O5-4: No fucking way. I already used my mandate because I wanted them for secrecy. No way. Not happening.
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O5-1: We can't get in contact with the Administrator, we can't even get into the Site, and now we want to take a step back? We need to get containment in order. We need to get the switch in order. And most importantly, we need to get ourselves in order. What is so difficult to understand?
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O5-12: Sit down! You are acting like a child — an impatient child — and it has gone on for long enough. I am proposing we overrule One's mandate in favor of research to establish the best vector for immediate containment. Who is in favor?
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(A majority of the council agrees with O5-12.)
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O5-1: This is outrageous. We're so close, I know it, and now we're throwing away all the progress we've made. We can't let this happen.
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O5-12: Your feelings have not helped up to this point. Four, once 322 is fully converted into 7001, I believe an unmanned drone operation would be the best to begin. We can move on from there once we have enough information. Are we all in favor?
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COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY:
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YEA
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ABSTAIN
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NAY
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O5-12: Majority is for the motion. It passes.
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«END LOG»
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Addendum 7001.7: Drone Surveillance
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UIE drones.
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Three unmanned intelligence explorer drones (UIEs), designated H-UIE, D-UIE, and L-UIE, were retrofitted with Scrooge.AIC, a pattern-recognition program.
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H-UIE was tasked with surveilling areas with high personnel concentration while D-UIE surveilled the Containment wings, and L-UIE surveilled the walking traffic corridors throughout SCP-7001. All UIEs were also tasked with the key priority to locate the dead man's switch.
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MISSION SUMMARY
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H-UIE FINDINGS
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The fourth-floor personnel corridor was overrun with over 250 SCP-7001-1 instances. All instances were wearing an identical necklace to the one seen on SCP-7001-1A;
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A heavily distorted version of the audio file discovered in Addendum 7001.4 played on the PA system throughout the entirety of H-UIE's exploration;
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Multiple humanoid entities were discovered. These humanoids appeared to be two to three SCP-7001-1 instances fused together at various points on the body, commonly the waist or arms. Unaffected SCP-7001-1 instances did not seem to note this oddity;
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SCP-7001-1B was located in a panic room via H-UIE's infrared scanner. SCP-7001-1B appeared to be lying motionless in the fetal position. On the opposite end of the room was a canine, believed to be SCP-7001-1D, also lying on the floor. Faint, distressed whining noises were heard; it is unclear which party was responsible for the apparent melee;
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Altercations between SCP-7001-1 instances occurred, wherein instances would form teams ranging from four to seven members, incapacitate another instance, then attempt to lock them in a room. This occurred approximately once every 10-20 minutes. It seemed that SCP-7001-1 instances were expecting an unknown outcome once the target instance was contained;
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All bathrooms were left in a state of total disrepair, with all toilets, sinks, and urinals missing. The plumbing these fixtures were previously attached to continuously spewed water;
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The office of Director Paul Lague appeared to be converted into a lush forest. Trees had been artificially widened and carved in a manner similar to bookshelves.
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Upon entering the office, SCP-7001-Lague, who was hiding among the foliage, spotted H-UIE. H-UIE readied tranquilizer pellets as SCP-7001-Lague began carving a defensive rune in the soil. The burst of energy from this spell caused H-UIE to lose stability in the air and crash to the ground.
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D-UIE FINDINGS
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D-UIE entered the Euclid/Keter containment wing, the largest of SCP-7001's anomaly storage units. All cell doors had been unlocked and multiple anomalies were roaming throughout the halls. Of note, none appeared to be hostile.
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D-UIE attempted to connect to SCP-7001's security terminals, only to find that the system shut down twelve hours prior to this exploration;
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Subsequent attempts to connect found that this system had never existed;
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SCP-173 was found in its cell with SCP-131 keeping direct eye contact with it. Fecal matter and blood had piled up to a height of approximately 30 centimeters;
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Locked in a small containment chamber was SCP-527, who was cowering against the door;
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Part of the wing was converted into what appeared to be the primary alternate dimension accessed via SCP-093, wherein a large group of Doctor Wondertainment's 'Little Misters' were playing a game of "THE FOUNDATION" with SCP-3301;
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SCP-6999 was blaring on the PA system of a single containment chamber, wherein SCP-6096, SCP-106, and SCP-682 were located, staring at each other;
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All closed-circuit televisions were playing episodes of SCP-4228;
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A large group of dead SCP-7001-1 instances were found in an interview room. At the center, leaning against a table, was an apparently-exhausted SCP-049.
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Approximately two hours into this exploration, multiple anomalies attempted to lock themselves in containment chambers, appearing to grow distressed and frustrated when the chamber locks failed.
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The end of the Euclid wing was anomalously converted into 8 identical hallways branching a seemingly infinite distance. D-UIE proceeded through the third hallway. The walls appeared to be stretched by an unknown force. Two hours passed. The material of the walls began to warp and widen outwardly, shifting in material to raw cookie dough, then black volcanic rock, then diamond, and finally white ash.
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The hallway continued to widen until the sides could no longer be seen. D-UIE continued through for approximately 78 minutes until what appeared to be the center of this expanse was located. Placed on the floor was SCP-184. As D-UIE attempted to return to the main wing, the hallways were no longer accessible.
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L-UIE FINDINGS
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L-UIE entered the first-floor lobby, the epicenter of SCP-7001. The tile floor was shattered in a radial pattern around a large, black void. As L-UIE approached, the internals of the sunken space were seen to contain infinite, mirrored copies of SCP-7001 folding in on each other in fractal patterns.
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The void slowly expanded as the walls and ceiling began to bulge towards it. Loose items around the lobby began to fly towards the singularity, circling above before being sucked inwards. L-UIE attempted to resist this force until a chair leg clipped a rotor, causing it to spin into the void, quickly losing connection.
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All UIEs were declared missing in action following the conclusion of this mission as all attempts at remote reconnection have failed. The large void discovered in L-UIE's findings is believed to be a singularity centered solely in SCP-7001. The exact expansion rate of this void is currently unknown, though it appears exponential.
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CONTAINMENT FAILURE REPORT
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Foundation Sites 17, 120, 43, 666, and 54 underwent simultaneous containment breaches of multiple, hostile Euclid and Keter class entities. Containment forces are working to subdue and re-contain all released anomalies. By Overseer order, on-site nuclear warheads are to be primed for detonation.
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Addendum 7001.8: Message from O5-1
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On March 1st, 2004, O5-1 did not report in at Site-01. This was initially believed to be an act of protest as a result of the dissenting vote from the rest of the Council. However, O5-1 subsequently broadcasted the following message to all Foundation terminals. This message could not be interrupted in the given timeframe of one hour.
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FROM THE DESK OF O5-1
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The Foundation is undergoing a mass collapse of our containment infrastructure. In approximately 12 hours, multiple Foundation Sites may be forced to detonate their nuclear warheads to prevent the release of innumerable hostile entities.
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Site-19 does not exist.
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It is an anomalous meme that has infected all ranks of the Foundation that the Overseer Council designated as SCP-7001. Since its discovery, SCP-7001 has been responsible for the exponential breakdown in containment we've experienced over the last month. The Overseer Council has neglected to authorize the immediate, harsh containment procedures needed to combat this anomaly, and as such, the Foundation as a whole is veering toward its destruction.
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I call on all Sites to initiate immediate lockdown procedures and have all guards ready to sustain containment by all means necessary.
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We will not fall.
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All Foundation terminals were subsequently forced offline until a follow-up note from Overseer consensus could be drafted. All non-SCP-7001 Sites did comply with the recommended lockdown procedures. An emergency meeting of the Overseer Council was called by O5-12. O5-1 did not attend. His last known location pinged via satellite outside of the SCP-7001-affected Site-322.
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O5-1 enters SCP-7001, but does not find himself inside Site-19. He is instead met by a small, dark room. A man — the Administrator — sits behind an amber-colored wooden table, meticulously writing on a notepad. He does not meet the Overseer's confused gaze.
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O5-1: The hell?
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The Administrator: Sit.
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O5-1: What did you do?
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The Administrator: When you let something like 19 run itself, it tends to get a rambunctious side — you think I'd let a thaumaturge manage a Site of my own will, with those liabilities running around? You saw it first hand. Always been that way, but they do their jobs well.
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O5-1: You let it be like that? Huh, you can't even control your largest Site.
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The Administrator: And? I let you and your twelve pals be immortal. Certain… liberties need to be allowed in my line of work. Putting all of that craziness into Site-19 prevents it from seeping into the rest of our ranks.
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O5-1: Where is 19?
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(There is a moment of silence.)
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The Administrator: I shut it down. 19 no longer exists. This is simply my office.
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O5-1: Why? Why would you do this now, and not from the beginning?
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The Administrator: Because I want to talk to you, One. Give you an explanation. So, can we chat?
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O5-1: We are on the brink of collapse. I have five Sites primed for self-destruction, and you want to chat?
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The Administrator: I picked you to be the lead Overseer for a reason, One. A leader needs to hold firm in his beliefs; once he starts questioning himself, the ship sinks. I promise you, all will be fixed once we talk. I chose you for your wits, and your strong positions. Once you get into headspace, it's hard to get out. An admirable quality.
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O5-1: I don't need your empty compliments. Flattery is a cheap trick, even for you.
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The Administrator: I need you to understand that this is your fault, One. I tried to let you all tire yourselves out, to let things settle. Let you see it was pointless and forget. But no. I stupidly underestimated you.
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O5-1: This is not my fault. This is your mess, and you need to fix it. I've spent my life cleaning up for you. The one time I actually need something from you, you vanish.
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The Administrator: You're acting like I'm unappreciative. Don't get me wrong, I understand your frustration, One—
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O5-1: No you do not. You gave me the job of keeping order, and I couldn't because you kept me from the truth. I'm sick of this game, and I'm sick of your empty flattery. Your life's work is to Secure, Contain, and Protect but you couldn't do those three simple things to a dirty secret, could you?
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The Administrator: You know, it's funny you bring up Secure, Contain, Protect. Those three words are like gospel for us, but when the Foundation began, we were failures. Objectively, we were failing. Our turnover rates, deplorable. Nowadays, you know how easy it is to recruit a bright-eyed genius from the Ivy Leagues, but back then, we were a joke. A brutal joke.
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O5-1: We were starting out.
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The Administrator: Human memory isn't meant to last for hundreds of years, so maybe you've forgotten. The number of people we burned through was insurmountable; researchers, D-Class, Directors, no one lasted. There was a breach every day, anomalous groups were attacking us left and right. For years they'd come in and take whatever they wanted.
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O5-1: I remember, I do. Almost got shot by an insurgent during my first year.
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The Administrator: Even then, it's different doing paperwork for a Site Director versus being at the top. For twenty years, we — I — couldn't fulfill those three simple words: Secure, Contain, Protect.
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O5-1: I don't understand. That's all I've been trying to do this past month. All I've done is tried and failed, tried and failed.
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The Administrator: Then you know the power those words have. Before 19, we had no real power to speak of other than a few big buildings and a few big cages. I made 19 to give us the actual tangible authority on containment we needed.
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O5-1: So, 19 was just a farce — some sort of empty display of power to intimidate people?
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The Administrator: There's no farce, and 19 wasn't the only thing I made. I made the role of The Administrator, a stable, secretive, undying force behind the madness — Secure. The Overseer Council, a team of the top minds devoted to our cause, who will go to any and all lengths to keep the anomalous inside of the Veil — Protect. And Site-19, the largest Site, sparing no expense for personnel, our anomalies, research, and defense — Contain. People outside and in began to fear us and our perceived power, but most importantly, they believed in us, and that's what gave us our success.
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O5-1: Physical pillars.
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The Administrator: That's what I wanted, but… it's a fickle thing. A Site-19 was built, but as it got larger — more anomalies, more people — it grew more unstable, and it adapted into what it is now. That amount of anomalous energy in one place, even as big as 19, never ends well. Site-19 is as real as any other Site, but doesn't exist like every other Site. I didn't have a choice, at that point. It was doing its job; our containment infrastructure was better than I could have ever imagined.
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O5-1: Why keep this all a secret? All of us could have saved a lot of trouble if, I don't know, we knew this? All that time I wasted on sending task forces in, arguing, and trying my damnedest to fix everything was all for nothing.
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The Administrator: When you see through the façade, belief disappears. Did you think these containment failures magically pop up? This was the reality we lived when we first started. Everything is back to chance.
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O5-1: So what do I do now? Too many people know.
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The Administrator: You can choose. You have everyone forget, including yourself, with no guarantee you or anyone else won't find it again, or everyone remembers, and our strength diminishes back to what we once were. Release control, or keep your stranglehold. It's your choice.
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(A brief pause.)
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The Administrator: Once I'm done with this sentence, 19 will be back, and you can decide to leave or go in.
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A flash. O5-1 stands outside of SCP-7001 at his last known location. He looks around, puzzled, and checks the time. 9:54, the same as when he first arrived.
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Cracks are forming along the walls of SCP-7001. Dust and rubble are piling on the ground as vibrations rattle the area. The Overseer takes a deep breath, then marches into the Site.
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SCP-7001 is empty. Desks, terminals, people, and anomalies are gone. The sound of rattling metal and stone fill O5-1's ears as he paces through the entrance hall. Cracks, forming spiraling, infinite fractal patterns grow with each step that's taken. In the distance, the air ripples, as if a great amount of energy and heat is being expelled.
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As he proceeds, O5-1 notices lab coats strewn haphazardly on the floor. A rust-colored mixture is seen splattered around the hallway. Identification badges, anomaly files, blueprints, and notes are all left lying on the ground, ripped and cracked in the same spiral pattern.
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O5-1 enters the main lobby, a massive panopticon of thirty storeys. He looks down. The floor has been subsumed by a massive, endless pit of reflective darkness. The entire Site is bulging towards this singularity as if it's being sucked in, but trying to resist.
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He moves to the edge of the pit, and leans over. A reflection of SCP-7001 can be seen, infinitely repeating, folding inwards on itself and spewing more reflections out. Colors shift from a deep red to a shining blue to gray and back again. Glass cracks and metal melts, then forms back and repeats the process.
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With a breath, the Overseer closes his eyes, takes a final step
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He falls for what feels like hours. His figure is reflected infinitely around him. He looks at them, and they all stare back.
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He sees himself as a child, then as a Foundation recruit, on the day of his promotion to Site Director, his first day as O5-1, the death of his parents, and the death of himself.
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He sees the Overseer Council room, empty and dilapidated. The leather of the thirteen chairs is covered in rot and mold. A spiraling crack grows on the massive Council table. It crumbles into dust and blows away.
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He hears his voice blare the word "contain" infinite times until it's nothing but a cacophony of droning screams.
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There is a sudden silence.
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The void begins to ripple, churning from a mass of familiar colors to an incomprehensibly bright, burning light.
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There is darkness for a moment, and then there's nothingness.
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O5-1 lands.
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He moves his hands around himself, feeling a smooth, malleable silkiness around him, the end of the void.
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There is a comfortable warmth around him. It feels as if the Overseer has been here before. He feels an odd sensation, an invisible force, the embodiment of containment surrounding him as he stands in the heart of Site-19.
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Every drop of blood spilled during a containment breach, every successful recovery mission, and every locked door his personnel closed washes over him at once. An incomprehensible sensation. These feelings rapidly flicker past him, never giving the Overseer a moment to focus.
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The Overseer stands in the empty void again. His mind clears. The sensation evaporates, but containment remains.
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As if on instinct, O5-1 reaches out and pushes his hand into the void, and passes through.
A meeting of the Overseer Council has been scheduled to discuss the use of the dead man's switch on all Foundation personnel, and subsequent rebuilding efforts.
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MEETING OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL
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«BEGIN LOG»
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O5-1: Alright, we're good to start. We're here to discuss the dead man's switch incident last month. Not to be the one to point fingers, but someone in here triggered the emergency amnestics and I want to know why.
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O5-12: Nine already said she has Jones looking into the incident. So far the finger hasn't been pointed at anyone.
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O5-13: Let's keep our heads on until we have some sort of evidence. Until then, we need a full team effort to keep everything in line.
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O5-1: You know what, you're both right. Team effort.
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O5-4: I have Red Right Hand split into teams of two to make sure all the Sites are in fit shape. Uuuuh, I think most groups should be back by the end of the week. They've been telling me everything is just about back to around hundred percent. What we do know is there's a hole of like two weeks to a month's worth of information. The only Site that didn't need some sort of reconstruction was 19.
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O5-1: Tilda runs a tight ship over there, and 19's always on top of themselves. That's expected. Have them allot some of their personnel to nearby Sites to help if necessary.
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O5-3: That sounds reasonable.
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O5-7: They have enough people to spare, I'm onboard.
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O5-1: I'll put it to a vote. Proposing that Site-19 be allowed express permission to assist in the rebuilding efforts of nearby Sites.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7090 is to be housed according to standard protocols for potentially radioactive humanoids. Periodic medical examination is permitted for the purpose of data collection.
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Description: SCP-7090 is a 27 year old human female whose cranial cavity contains an object resembling a miniature star.
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The anomaly was discovered when SCP-7090 presented itself to a medical facility suffering symptoms of a mild thalamic stroke. Initial imaging results were assumed to be due to malfunctioning equipment. When further imaging sessions1 returned abnormal results, physicians began to discuss investigative surgery. By this time, a Foundation plant had become aware of the situation and SCP-7090 was taken into Foundation custody with facility personnel amnesticized as appropriate.
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The Foundation's own medical imaging returned similar abnormal results; as such, the decision was made to proceed with surgery. At first, SCP-7090's skull appeared to contain a featureless black void. However, endoscopy revealed a small but intense source of broad-spectrum electromagnetic radiation2, located slightly toward the front of the cranium. No evidence of this radiation was detectable from outside the cranial cavity, including from outside the surgical aperture.
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After subsequent investigations confirmed no further anomalous properties, SCP-7090 was moved to its current containment location for long-term monitoring.
Patient, 27yo female, presented w/unusual cranial imaging, later confirmed w/anomalous endoscopy results showing mostly empty skull w/small light(?) source mid-front of cavity in approx location of thalamus. Pt generally in good health w/slightly elevated BP/PR. Pt displayed modest anxiety and the usual mild distrust — but also sense of relief (uncommon). Pt released and cleared for further surgery.
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+Multiple theories were initially advanced concerning the radiation source in SCP-7090's skull. However, high-resolution spectroscopy yielded an unexpectedly specific result: the object's spectral signature was identical to that of the Sun.
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At this time, another set of important data was in the process of being uncovered. Parallel to initial surgery, Foundation space monitoring facilities had recorded the manifestation and demanifestation of a very small metallic object just within the boundary of Mercury's orbit. The significance of this detection was initially missed, and the discovery given its own status as a minor anomaly. An analysis crawler deep-dive of Foundation databases later flagged this event as having happened at the same time SCP-7090 was being surgically examined. It was then discovered that the manifestation and demanifestation of the object corresponded exactly with the insertion and retraction of the endoscope within SCP-7090's skull.
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Multiple experiments were subsequently authorized to investigate SCP-7090 further. A summary of some significant results can be found below.
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EXPERIMENT 7090-02
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EXPERIMENT 7090-05-06
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A small (~10mm diameter) Foundation location transmitter was sent on a slow course out of the inner Solar System.
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This was the final experiment in the EXP-7090-06 series. This series yielded two major results:
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1.) Objects inserted into SCP-7090's skull emerge at their correct size relative to the inner Solar System, rather than the much larger size expected if they were scaled relative to SCP-7090's skull.
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+Toward the end of the initial experiment battery, Dr Alexandrinia Zheng - a specialist on anomalous spacetime phenomena - was solicited for assistance with interpreting the results. To this end, an interview was scheduled with Dr Zheng, SCP-7090, and SCP-7090 lead investigator Dr Treasure Aluko.
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Excerpt from medical interview INT-7090-23
+Personnel: Treasure Aluko M.D., Alexandrinia Zheng Ph.D., SCP-7090
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(Excerpt begins)
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ALUKO: Okay, Dania. This is my colleague, Dr. Zheng.
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ZHENG: SCP-7090. Good afternoon.
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SCP-7090: Oh, my name's Dania.
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ZHENG: This is an official interdepartmental record. I'm afraid I have to refer to you by your ID number.
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SCP-7090: Ah. Okay.
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ZHENG: I mean no personal offense. It's simply a requirement of our procedures.
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SCP-7090: I understand, I guess.
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ZHENG: Thank you. So, we understand a lot more about you than when you first came here. One recent experiment series has been particularly revealing. You may recall that Dr. Aluko recently put a large number of probes into your head.
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SCP-7090: No offense, but that's, like, every other experiment (laughs). I'm not even awake for most of them.
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ALUKO: This would be Series Six.
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ZHENG: Yes, thank you, Series Six. The surgeons made a lot of small probe entries into your skull to confirm a theory we have about your brain.4
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SCP-7090: Oh. Okay. What's the theory?
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ALUKO: That it isn't actually there.
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SCP-7090: Haha!
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(A pause.)
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SCP-7090: Wait. Are you… are you serious?
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ZHENG: We are completely serious. Your brain, if you even have one, is imperceptible to us.
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SCP-7090: I see. Um, okay. So… I don't even have a brain?
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ALUKO: We may just never be able to detect it. Or it may be somewhere outside your skull. We're not sure yet.
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ZHENG: Exactly. SCP-7090, d—
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SCP-7090:(interrupting) How's that even poss—
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ZHENG: Do you have any knowledge that might be relevant here?
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SCP-7090: Um… are you asking me if I know where my brain is at?
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ZHENG: Essentially, yes. That is correct.
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SCP-7090: Um, well… I guess, no. No. Until I wound up in this place, I just thought it was in my head like, you know… like everyone else.
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(short pause)
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SCP-7090: I'm never getting out of here, am I?
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ALUKO: Oh, I w—
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ZHENG:(simultaneously) Unlikely, I'm afraid.
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ZHENG: Or, at least, not for a long time. Your situation is very… unusual, and we have to keep the safety of the public in mind. You have what appears to be a radiation source within your skull.5 That could be dangerous, for you and everyone around you.
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SCP-7090: Oh.
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(short pause)
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SCP-7090: Honestly, I'm kind of okay with it.
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ALUKO: Well, I'm glad to hear that.
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ZHENG: As am I. Though, frankly, also surprised.
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SCP-7090: Well, I mean, as soon as I found out my head was all weird, I had a feeling this was, like… that secret government department that covers up all that kinda stuff. Am I right?
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ALUKO: We, uh…
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SCP-7090: It's alright, I know you're probably not allowed to tell me.
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ZHENG: We operate under a strict need-to-know basis. That's all I can tell you at this time.
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SCP-7090: But… honestly, though? I wasn't doing so good before you guys found me. I was kinda… between homes, I guess. I got in some trouble with my family a year-something ago and… and I wasn't really hanging out with the best people, and I mean…
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SCP-7090: I mean, I get a bed here. I get a roof here. I get food here, you know? You guys look after me pretty good. You even leave me alone, most of the time.
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(longer pause)
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ALUKO: Dania, we, um…
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ZHENG: I think that's everything we have for you today, SCP-7090. Thank you.
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SCP-7090: Oh. Um, alright.
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(Excerpt ends)
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T. Aluko Clinical Notes: SCP-7090 (continued)
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Pt recovering from surgery; scalp healing well, cranial healing more concerning. Pt's cranial bone showing longer healing times the more surgeries we perform. L4 has proposed more experiments but I have concerns for pt welfare both physically and psychologically. Pt discovering own anomalous nature had marked negative impact on observed and reported well-being; pt displays symptoms of depression as well as repeatedly questioning sense of self. Concerns elevated; no response forthcoming thus far.
Name: star.png
+Filename: Full Sunburst over Earth.JPG
+Author: NASA (edited by mrshaba at Wikipedia and Mr Carbon at the SCP Wiki)
+License: Public domain via US government
+Source:Wikimedia Commons
Special Containment Procedures: The Foundation is to prevent the exploration of the abyssopelagic zone of the ocean by any reasonable means. SCP-7251 colonies are to be contained within an aquarium kept at 5°C or less. The aquarium is to be held within a standard containment chamber for high-threat biological hazards. The decontamination chamber within SCP-7251's containment chamber must be kept consistently at 6°C or higher. SCP-7251 colonies are only to be contained in locations with hot and arid climates.
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In the event of an outbreak of SCP-7251 constituting less than 60% of the local population, any organism found to be infected by SCP-7251 is to be incinerated. In the event of an outbreak of SCP-7251 constituting greater than 60% of the local population, uninfected citizens within the area of the outbreak are to be evacuated under the guise of threats of terrorism, subsequently, the area is to be sanitized through the usage of incendiary weaponry. These measures have been put in place following the events described in Addendum-7251-2.
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Description: SCP-7251 are unicellular fungal organisms similar to Candida Albicans, originating from within the abyssopelagic zone of the ocean. When a sufficient amount of SCP-7251 instances are present, the instances will build colonies resembling the appearance of human veins. The exterior of SCP-7251 colonies is black in hue, while the interior is purple in hue. SCP-7251 colonies can mimic the appearance and function of less complex organisms.
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Individual SCP-7251 instances asexually reproduce through cellular mitosis. This method of reproduction usually takes an hour to occur; however, the rate of this process expedites when certain conditions are present. Colonies of SCP-7251 asexually reproduce through the production of spores. Spores produced by SCP-7251 instances will grow solely within biological hosts.
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When coming into contact with biological matter, spores produced by SCP-7251 colonies will excrete a clear liquid similar to cerebrospinal fluid in viscosity. Combining this liquid with any form of biological tissue produces a cooling effect, causing the temperature of the biological tissue to be reduced to approximately 2°C. However, all biological tissue affected by this phenomenon will be unaffected by the adverse effects caused by the reduction in temperature.
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Upon entering a host, SCP-7251 instances will begin rapid cellular mitosis. This process will continue until a colony of SCP-7251 instances forms within the host's central nervous system. The colony will then influence the actions of the host to produce a more favourable environment for the survival of the colony. Colonies of SCP-7251 will continue to manipulate the host following their expiration to a limited extent.
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There are several symptoms of SCP-7251 infection. These symptoms include the appearance of small colonies of SCP-7251 on the host's skin, a reduction of the host's body temperature, an increase in the aggressive tendencies of the host, an increase in the host's physical strength, an increase in the host's regenerative abilities, a reduction in the host's survival instincts, and abnormal movements from the host.
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SCP-7251 colonies require a specific environment for survival outside of the host to be possible. When colonies of SCP-7251 are destitute of sufficient amounts of water, extensive necrosis will occur within the colony. Prolonged exposure to temperatures exceeding 5°C will also cause extensive necrosis within SCP-7251 colonies.
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Addendum-7251-1: Discovery
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SCP-7251 was originally discovered after a distress call involving the anomaly was intercepted by Foundation operatives. The call detailed an event where an outbreak of a fungus occurred within a United States marine testing facility.
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According to the individual speaking to Foundation operatives, the fungus, discovered by marine biologists based within the United States testing facility, was presumed to only affect aquatic life after extensive testing on the lifeform displayed extensive necrosis of the lifeform when removed from its natural environment. As the fungus seemed to pose little to no threat, security measures were relaxed around the organism to preserve resources. Due to this, on a notably cold day, a mishap in transportation caused multiple individuals to be exposed to the fungus in sub-zero temperatures, subsequently causing the infection of said individuals.
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Following the call's interception, multiple MTF agents were dispatched to control the situation. Upon arrival, agents found numerous staff to be infected by SCP-7251. Additionally, a large SCP-7251 colony formed at the centre of the facility. The MTF agents proceeded to collect samples of the fungus before quarantining the facility. The facility was later utilized for testing on the anomaly.
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Addendum-7251-2: Breach
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Proceeding with the Foundation's acquisition of the facility, investigations were launched into the surrounding area. Initially, nothing out of the ordinary was discovered within the area; however, following atmospheric testing, small traces of SCP-7251 spores could be detected. Assumedly, an unknown avian entity became infected with the anomaly, subsequently causing a breach in containment.
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After following traces of SCP-7251 spores, Foundation operatives located the apparent site at which the infected entity had landed. The location discovered resided within a small coastal town with a population of approximately 200 people. Foundation operatives equipped with hazmat suits were then sent into the town under the guise of a gas leak. What appeared to have happened was that the entity flew into a window which subsequently caused the entity's neutralization as there was evidence of an SCP-7251 colony being formed on the window, which the entity assumedly struck. Unexpectedly, however, the colony appeared completely healthy despite the express lack of water; it is assumed that the lack of water in the environment outside of the entity, along with a suitable environment to reproduce and an overall above-average reproductive speed allowed SCP-7251 to evolve a reduced dependency of water. Samples of the evolved fungus were collected for testing; residents of the house were evacuated, and the rest of the fungus was incinerated under the guise of a gas fire caused by the aforementioned gas leak. All SCP-7251 spores were purged from the air via the utilization of heat-based weaponry.
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Tests on the altered fungus displayed a lesser dependency on water, as mentioned previously. An additional attribute of the altered SCP-7251 colony was an increase in survivable temperature for the altered colony. Approximately three days following the containment of the altered colony, the colony began to exhibit rapid and unpredictable movements before morphing into a mimicry of an unidentifiable avian species, assumedly the same as which originated the colony. The altered colony then attempted to break the observation glass of its containment chamber in an attempt to escape; shortly after, on-site security terminated the colony.
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Note: Despite the small-scale consequence of this event, SCP-7251 should be treated with higher amounts of care, given the anomaly's capability for rapid reproduction leading to an enhanced ability for adaptation combined with the anomaly's ability to mimic other lifeforms cumulates into a dangerous combination with the potential to cause a wide-scale outbreak making containment of the anomaly impossible; thus we have decided that, in the cases of outbreaks, the destruction of SCP-7251 instances and colonies should be made the highest priority to mitigate the possibility of an SCP-7251 instance or colony adapting for the infection of terrestrial life.
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Addendum-7251-3: Communication
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During the containment of an SCP-7251 colony, several changes in the aforementioned colony were noted. At first, the colony began to move sporadically before beginning to mimic what appeared to be eyes in both appearance and function. Approximately six hours after a team was sent in to perform tests on the SCP-7251 colony, the colony mimicked what appeared to have been a human finger before tapping on the glass using the finger. This seemed to formulate a message in Morse code.
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Recreation of The Taps Through a Telegraph:
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You're attempting to reverse our progress which we worked so hard to attain. Tell us why, why do you hate us so? We are just following our design.
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Immediately after, all SCP-7251 instances and colonies currently in containment experienced extensive necrosis. One hour after, extreme seismic activity occurred within the abyssopelagic zone of the ocean for approximately thirty minutes before cessation. A thorough investigation into the possibility of sentience within SCP-7251 colonies is ongoing.
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+Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7562 is believed to be neutralized. However, anomalous phenomena related to SCP-7562-1 continues activity, and is currently being tested by Area-53’s Hoplology Department. A separate investigation into SCP-7562’s history is pending approval.
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Description: SCP-7562 is a phenomenon that affected the Palatial Castle of Marcilla, located in the town of Marcilla, in the Autonomous Region of Navarre, Spain. The phenomenon presented itself as a localized alteration in reality affecting rooms within the premises of the castle, revolving around a set of motifs believed to be related to the myth of the national hero Rodrigo Díaz de Vivar. Rodrigo Díaz de Vivar (1043-1099), better known as El Cid,1 was a knight of Castilian origin who lived during the Reconquista period and fought for both Christian and Muslim armies. He played a key role in reclaiming the kingdom of Valencia (previously a Taifa) from Moorish control, becoming its regent until his death."His story became popularized thanks to the epic poem El Cantar de mio Cid, the most significant poem in Spanish literature and the oldest preserved Spanish epic poem (epopeya).
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While El Cid never had any link with the Marcilla castle or its people in his lifetime, the baron of Marcilla received a sword that had been owned by him as a gift from monarchs Isabel I and Ferdinand II upon their marriage in 1469. Known as the Tizona sword, the armament remained within the castle's premises until it was moved to the Provincial Archaeological Museum of Burgos in Madrid in 1848.
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Discovery: Despite its age, no anomalous phenomena were detected within the Castle of Marcilla until 2008, when the government of Marcilla decided to restore the castle after the pillars separating the church from the central patio partially crumbled. The Department of Culture and Tourism of the Príncipe de Viana Institute in Navarre sent a group of engineers to assess damages. All five engineers failed to report back the following day, prompting the three members of the Chartered Police of Navarre to investigate. When they also failed to report back, the Foundation was contacted. A team of five members of MTF Zeta-9 were sent out to investigate the location.
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[08:28] Five MTF Zeta-9 (“Mole Rats”) members arrive at the castle and are allowed to enter the premises by the local police, who have cordoned off the building.
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[08:31] The team moves through the main gate entrance into the area where the repairs have taken place. They arrive after crossing the main patio, moving towards the castle’s church on the eastern side of the building. They spend some time carefully examining the area for any traces left by the missing persons.
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[09:02] Agent Azpilicueta goes to check the view of the scaffolding covering the area from inside the church. As he enters the church, his body cam turns off. Agent Goyenechea, Zeta-9’s leader, is notified of this, and follows after him, his body cam also turning off upon entrance. Agent Poblete looks into the church from the outside through the windows, seeing no activity inside. He relays this information, and is told to wait for further information.
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[09:04] Agent Azpilicueta’s body cam turns back on, and he is seen walking through a catacomb-like structure in silence. The location does not correspond to any known section of the castle. After several minutes in silence, Azpilicueta reaches a wooden door similar in making to the main entrance of the castle, and opens it. On the other side, there’s an old wooden chest, a sign reading ‘Chest of El Cid’ in Spanish right above it. Azpilicueta stops, and remains immobile for several minutes.
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[09:07] Command orders Poblete and the team to head back. Poblete turns to the remaining team members and relays the command. The group returns to the main entrance of the castle. Poblete opens the door and is greeted with the view of a valley now believed to be somewhere in Larraun, Navarre, roughly 100km to the north of the castle. From the others’ perspective, Poblete falls through the ground, leaving his body cam behind.
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[09:08] Agent Goyenechea’s body cam turns back on, and he is seen talking with Omar Mina, one of the missing engineers, in front of the Royal Palace of Olite, 23km north of the castle. The two seem to be talking about the castle’s renovations, neither referring to the anomalous phenomena taking place. A team is dispatched from the nearest Site in order to meet with the pair.
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[09:10] Despite the phenomena taking place, Agent Díaz and Agent Castañeda exit the castle without issue. Upon meeting with command, they express surprise at Agent Poblete’s disappearance, despite both having reacted to it before exiting the castle.
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[09:11] Agent Azpilicueta takes a sudden sharp breath, and moves towards the chest. He touches it, and the rusted lock in front falls to the ground, broken. He recoils, then approaches it again, carefully opening it. Inside, there is an old knightly sword resting upon a pile of sand. Azpilicueta makes a small comment2 before crouching. Azpilicueta is seen picking up the sword, admiring it. His reflection is seen on the sword, before he is seen bleeding out his eyes. He begins coughing, blood and sand coming off the direction of his face, and into the chest. He eventually drops the sword and falls backward, the coughing continuing. While the connection doesn’t stop, a cognitohazard is generated, all three command operators falling into a trance, and begin loudly coughing as well. A guard with higher cognitohazard resistance realizes this and cuts the connection with Azpilicueta. The affected command members are taken to the infirmary and replaced by two other operators.
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[09:35] Agent Poblete has been walking down the valley for several minutes, attempting to contact command to no avail. Eagles begin circling him as he descends the slope. After about five minutes, Poblete sees a small village in the distance and begins quickening his pace.
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[09:51] Agents reach the location in Olite where Goyenechea and Mina were last seen. In its location are a broken body cam, a pair of glasses pertaining to Mina, and two pairs of human eyeballs. From command’s perspective, both Goyenechea and Mina are in the same location, still talking with each other.
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[10:44] Agent Poblete stops roughly three kilometers away from the village, noticing a castle behind it identical to that of Marcilla. Several key buildings within the village appear to also mirror those in Marcilla. Poblete mutters something under his breath and continues down the slope.
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[11:02] Goyenechea and Mina stop conversing and part ways. Agent Goyenechea manually turns off his body cam. This is the last time he’s seen.
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[11:31] Agent Poblete finally reaches the town, which is recognizably identical to Marcilla. All of the doors he sees have been left ajar. Poblete sees a shadow through the gap of the door, and stops. After a moment of hesitation, he slowly pushes the door open, preparing himself for an ambush. As he steps through, he finds himself exiting the Castle of Marcilla, having returned to his previous location. The shadow on the other side is revealed to have been agent Azpilicueta, who has lost his clothes, is missing both his eyeballs. His arms are wrapped around a sword wrapped in leather. Despite the presence of several policemen and other Foundation agents, Poblete is the only person to notice Azpilicueta. Command immediately contacts Poblete, who relays his status and assists in carrying Azpilicueta to the infirmary.
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[11:44] The bells of the castle’s church play nine times. No person appears to be manning them.
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Agent Azpilicueta was taken to an infirmary, where it was discovered that, alongside his eyeballs, he was also missing his tongue and three fingers on his left hand. All seemed to have been surgically removed, and scar tissue suggested the removal had taken place several months before. Telepathic reading of Azpilicueta’s mind shows a repeating thought-image of the chest where the sword was discovered, filled with blood and sand, bubbling from time to time. Neuroimaging shows that Azpilicueta is in either a vegetative or minimally conscious state.
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The sword recovered (Hereby referred to as SCP-7562-1) was a knightly sword composed of casted steel. The sword is dated to the 9th-10th century period, and is made in the style of a traditional Medieval European broadsword — specifically Type XIII in the Oakeshott typology. This type of sword was commonly produced during the period of the Crusades, but saw use both before and after the period. The styling is consistent with the Spanish-Moorish sword-making of the period, with an elaborate crossguard, a short internal fuller, and a rare leaf-shaped pommel. The words “YO SOY TIZONA - FVE FECHA ENLAERA DE MILE QVARENTA - AVEMALIK TVRANVSSMECVM'' have been etched into the sword's fuller on both sides. The words, written in a Castilian dialect of Medieval Spanish, translate to ‘I am Tizona - Made in the year of one thousand and forty (1040) - Hail Malik, may (the/a) Tyrant be with (me/you)’.3 The method of etching is not consistent with any method common in the era.
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SCP-7562-1 emits a visual cognitohazard that causes certain memories of locations to be implanted into the minds of observers. These memories are unique to the person, but are understood as being part of the ‘Road of El Cid’, a section of the European GR footpath that begins in Vivar, the town where “El Cid” was born, and ends in the San Pedro de Cardeña Monastery, the building where he was buried. Despite this, several locations in the memories have been shown to be of places outside of the route, places that used to exist in the route but do not anymore, places that appear similar to existing ones but feature structures that do not exist, and places that resemble no known locations. These memories invariably feature the subject journeying to the Castle of Marcilla carrying an object of importance.4 This cognitohazard does not generate memories of the start, nor the end of the trip.
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Staff has been unable to make SCP-7562-1 recreate the kind of anomalies seen in the body of agent Azpilicueta.
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The motif of mystical swords has existed since man has been able to produce them. The task of the blacksmith was an extremely difficult one that was passed down through the generations, each blacksmith having their own set of near-magical skills to transform what to many was dust and poison into intricate shapes, vibrant colors; the weapons of kings and tyrants alike. And while the mace and the rock were the tools of a brute, the poleaxe and the sword were those of the honorable, of the prince and the count. Of kings and those blessed by God Himself.
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From the flaming swords of the Cherubim that protect the Garden of Eden, to the Orochi-no-Aramasa, to the viking swords, more important than their own lives, blades have always had more importance than the mere steel that comprises them, more than the gold they’re worth, more than the people that wield them. Who would King Arthur be if he hadn’t pulled Excalibur from the stone? What would Charlemagne be without Joyeuse, the sword that shined brighter than the Sun, brighter than all that was Holy, and Roman? Who is Rolando, if not the wielder of the indestructible sword, Durandal? And so, people come and go, but the swords remain, and their myths grow and collapse, and intertwine, until they become indistinguishable from reality.
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Enter Tizona, one of the two legendary swords of Rodrigo Díaz de Vivar, the mercenary knight of the Reconquista, the national hero, he who defeated the Moor regents and brought happiness to a kingdom ravaged by slavers and conquerors. The sword, gained after defeating King Yusuf ibn Tashafin in Valencia, was said to only be able to be wielded by the most worthy of men; the weapon’s blade, upon shining against the Sun’s light, was said to inflict fear into all men if carried by one of full heart. If a weak man were to carry it, the everlasting terror would take hold of their own hearts, and destroy them from the inside out. The sword was powerful enough that it brought into servitude a man who attempted to steal it from El Cid’s tomb nearly three years following his death.
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And now, at long last, we have finally come into possession of the real Tizona… is what would be written here if SCP-7562-1 was actually what it appears to be. The truth is, we recovered the real Tizona sword long ago. It has been in the San Pedro de Cardeña Monastery since El Cid’s death, and remained there until 1939. It was stolen by Francoist troops when they converted the monastery into a concentration camp after the Spanish Civil War, where the members of the Euzko Gudarostea, the Basque army, were tortured and killed. The sword was indeed able to scare those who were unworthy, and never saw action, only the dust gathering in the alcoves that we would possess once Franco’s regime collapsed. And it wasn't the only one. There’s at least twelve ‘Tizona’ swords out there in the non-anomalous world, in museums and cathedrals, and a dozen more in the anomalous world, in private collections and whatnot— Every single one of them more faithful to the original than this one.
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So what makes SCP-7562-1 worth looking into? The etching, for one. The original one has a Maria Gratia Plena, a Hail Mary instead of a Hail Malik. The Malik implies it belongs to a muslim regent, which would make sense, as the sword was of muslim making, but then why is the text in the Latin alphabet? It couldn’t have been made during El Cid’s period as mercenary of the Moors and the Berbers; that was before he received the blade. And why would the enchantment on it lead to memories of El Cid’s road instead of the terror told in the old epopeyas? The Castle of Marcilla at least makes some sense; it is where the most famous of the replicas of the sword was kept for over five hundred years. But that sword was moved to Madrid in 1827, and El Cid never set foot in Marcilla, making all routes and memories regarding it inaccurate.
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We don’t know what exactly it is that they found in the castle, but it’s not the Tizona that we know of. And yet, the dating of its creation would indicate it’s much older than any other replica, contemporary with the real one. Could it be the first replica ever made? A twin sword? Something else entirely? If so, who made it, and for what purpose? Is it a trick? Bait? Have we fallen for it?
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Whatever the case, SCP-7562-1 is a magical sword. A sword of legend. It has all the characteristics of one. The legend, however, and those who believe in it, are unknown to us.
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+Testing of SCP-7562 and SCP-7562-1 was carried out several times throughout the following four years. These tests mainly consisted of transporting subjects to the locations seen in memories and guiding them to either SCP-7562 or other locations within the Road of El Cid. None of the tests produced any sort of result, with the Castle of Marcilla exhibiting no further anomalous phenomena. Following a total of thirty-six tests showing no particular results, the testing phase concluded in 2015. SCP-7562-1 was kept in Area-53’s Hoplology Department, and SCP-7562 was reclassified as neutralized.
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SCP-7562 would not exhibit any further anomalous phenomena until 2019, when Command Control responded to the following call.
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Addendum 7562-2: Video Call
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Context: Command answers call made from somewhere in Larraun, Navarre. Caller identifies as Agent Poblete and passes all inoculation tests. Agent Poblete was seen nearly 300km away from the location two hours before, and also appears to be standing in front of the San Pedro de Cardeña Monastery, instead of Larraun.
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Command: Can you explain your situation, agent?
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Poblete: I’m not sure how to explain it, if I’m being honest.
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Command: Try to the best of your ability.
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Poblete: I’ve been thinking about SCP-7562. Not a lot, just… From time to time. We had to read the poem of El Cid after what happened, and it made me realize something. We were unworthy. None of us knew of the myth, and yet we confidently walked into a place we knew nothing of. The Tizona sword and the Colada sword, they’re meant to frighten the enemy, to make them realize how insignificant they were, against heroes much grander than them. And I think the sword did its job. It made one of my men disappear. It mutilated another. Suddenly, we have this weapon whose mere appearance removes eyes and tongues. And yet, it shows us memories of El Cid, because he’s so much greater, so… Out of reach. We’ll never compare. And now we’ll forever remember that fact.
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Command: … Is that why you are standing in front of his tomb?
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Poblete: I don’t know why I’m here. I closed my eyes and I was back in Larraun, with the church in the distance, just like that day. I was also carrying this little thing.
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(Poblete raises SCP-7562-1 into view of the camera. Though SCP-7562-1 was later confirmed missing, nobody was seen retrieving it or opening the case in which it was kept in security camera footage.)
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Command: The Tizona.
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Poblete: I think I’m meant to do something with this, but I don’t know what. Before I realized, I had my equipment on, and I called you. You have experts on your side, people who studied history and mythology and weaponry. You must know what to do.
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Command: And if we don’t?
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Poblete: Then you’ll serve as the audience.
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Command: … Right.
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Poblete: … Should I go in?
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Command: This is not an official mission, agent. I don’t have the permission to give you orders, but I would recommend you stay in place. We’ve already dispatched a team to your location.
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Poblete: … I see.
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(Poblete remains silent for a couple seconds, then steps into the church. The feed immediately cuts, returning roughly six minutes later. When it returns, Poblete is making his way through catacombs similar to the ones Azpilicueta traversed during the first incursion into SCP-7562.)
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Command: Agent, can you hear me?
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Poblete: Ah, there you are. You’ve been gone for a while.
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Command: Why did you not wait for the team to meet with you?
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Poblete: A hero would not wait for his esquires to accompany him, for their numbers vastly overcome the enemy’s. It is not a tactic worthy of the sword.
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(Silence from Command. Poblete continues speaking as he walks deeper down the catacomb’s hallways.)
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Poblete: When El Cid fought King Yusuf, he dismounted his horse Babieca, and alone he fought against the regent. And when he fought against the Count of Barcelona, and when the Infants of Carrion defiled El Cid’s own two daughters, and left them to die to the wolves, each of his squires fought alone against them, and only then the sword worked. Never when he was with the whole army did the sword see use.
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Command: And why would you need the sword to work?
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Poblete: A good question. Shall we seek its answer?
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(Poblete continues down the catacombs. The walls pass from being made of brick to being made of stone overgrown with grass and weeds. The faint whistling of wind can be heard.)
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Poblete: They wouldn’t let me do it, you know? When the tests were taking place, they prohibited all of us who had initially encountered the anomaly from joining. It seemed sensible before, but now I think about it and… Wouldn't it be beneficial to the investigation of the anomaly to allow those who knew what was happening to join? They must’ve known. I mean, they knew I could still see the castle when I closed my eyes. When I smelled the air, it smelled of alfalfa grass. It smelled of adobe houses, of the sand and lime that made the castle where he lived, where he died. The bells, the beautiful blue sky. It all reminded me of this place.
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(Poblete is believed to tap his head.)
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Command: Did you mention this to your assigned therapist?
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Poblete: Of course I did. I was the first to speak of these symptoms, of this longing for the throne of the castle, for the contents within the chest, and- And I would wager this is the reason behind my dismissal from the testing missions. Maybe they believed that making the castle and the sword meet together would be undesirable. But, if that is the case, then why am I here, still obsessed with this myth that no reteller would dare touch? This legend lost to the sands of Al-Ándalus? There is reason behind each step I take, and I am starting to see it. I mean, the voices… Do you hear them too, command, or do they only whisper to me?
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Poblete: The canticles. The voices behind the shadows, that of King Alfonso, of the count of La Rioja, that traitor. The Tizona, they… No, they couldn’t use it- Maybe Alfonso, even El Cid forgave his transgressions, that of exile, of the-
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(Poblete stops talking and suddenly turns 180 degrees, facing the way he came from. It’s pitch black, only the walls being visible. He seems to shift from side to side.)
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Poblete: We have to hurry.
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Command: Did something happen?
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Poblete: There are canticles, yes, but there are also the screams. He’s yelling about the danger, and I must hurry. There is not much time left. The sword must return to its rightful owner.
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Command: Agent, you do not have the authority to return the Tizona. It must be returned to-
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Poblete: To the gravediggers that usurped it? To the ones that caused all this to happen? It does not belong to the tyrants, command. It belongs to El Cid. It belongs to Hispania.
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Command: (Confirms dialogue with another operator) We are not here to protect the interests of a country or an individual. You know that, agent.
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Poblete: An agent would know it, yes, but I am no agent. I am but an esquire, and when the master asks the esquire to retrieve the sword…
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(Poblete stops, and faces right, towards a mark in the stone walls. The mark has a vague humanoid shape.)
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Poblete: Here.
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(Poblete produces SCP-7562-1 and stabs it into the wall. Instead of ricocheting off the stone, the blade sinks into it. Poblete is heard inhaling sharply, before sinking the sword further. Eventually, his hand sinks into the wall followed by his body. The feed cuts, returning roughly six seconds later. Once it returns, Poblete is standing in front of a wooden chest, the same one opened by Azpilicueta.)
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+Poblete: I visited Azpilicueta several times. I know he couldn’t speak. I knew he couldn’t see. He couldn’t do anything. But in his countenance, there was a desire. He wished to return here. He was given the sword as an esquire too. And although he was naught but means to an end, I could see him strive for change. No eyes, but he could see so much more than we could. No tongue, but he knew so much more that he couldn’t speak. And I didn’t get it then, but I’m starting to see the truth now.
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Command: What… What is the truth that you see, agent?
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Poblete: Why would a knight ask his esquire to bring him his sword, if not to prepare for battle?
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Command: Battle? Who will he battle?
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Poblete: Those who will be slain by the sword.
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(Poblete attempts to open the chest, but it appears to be locked.)
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Poblete: … Ah.
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(Poblete swings down the sword, breaking the lock.)
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Poblete: The sword is the key… I didn’t think it to be as literal.
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Command: Why is the chest locked? It… It shouldn’t be. It isn’t meant to be. The chest is always open.
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Poblete: A good question. One I can’t answer myself. But the answer is here. Feel free to stop the call. We’re done here.
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(Poblete opens the chest, and sees a cadaver dressed in a silver and golden medieval armor. The interior of the chest appears to be much bigger than the outside, enough to fit the armored corpse. It appears to be of an entirely different composition, appearing to be of stone instead of wood, with sand resting under the body.)
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Poblete: The Tizona is back, mio Cid. Rest at ease, for the end of your anguish nears.
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(As Poblete places the sword inside the coffin, two eyeballs fall into the chest, followed by a piece of flesh, followed by blood, which quickly fills the coffin. The blood, much more than a single person could bleed, overflows from the chest.)
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Poblete: … This isn’t right.
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Command: The blood isn’t right. It’s darker, yet thinner. This isn’t…
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Poblete: … This isn’t El Cid.
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(Poblete steps back as the chest begins swaying, threatening to fall off the short podium it rests upon. The sign that was on top of it before has vanished. A gurgling sound is heard from somewhere within the room before an explosion occurs within the chest, immediately terminating the call.)
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+Following the end of the call, operator Walter Echeñique would begin to bleed from his ears and eyes, and was later escorted to the infirmary, where it was discovered that the blood was a perfect genetic match for Agent Poblete's. Following the incident, Echeñique has remained in a comatose state similar to Azpilicueta’s. The central computer and two backups in which the recordings of the call were kept suffered malfunctions as Poblete’s blood also manifested inside the machines.
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The two guards who checked and confirmed the disappearance of SCP-7562-1 were later discovered with their eyes turned into glass balls of the same size. The locker where it was kept was found broken, with the case having disappeared. In its stead, there were close to sixty kilograms of sand, twenty glass balls, and a replica of SCP-7562-1 made of tin-glazed ceramic, which shattered almost as soon as it was discovered. The item is being reconstructed, although some sort of mild cognitohazardous effect seems to be interfering with the effort.
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The team sent to the San Pedro de Cardeña Monastery found no anomalies within the building; the real tomb of Rodrigo Díaz de Vivar was undisturbed, and no catacomb-like structure, nor proof of any reality alteration, could be found. Despite this, shards of ceramic similar in making to the SCP-7562-1 replica recovered were found in the room containing the beatus of San Pedro de Cardeña.5 Due to the disturbance present, it is believed an item similar to SCP-7562-1 manifested inside the monastery, shattering upon impact. Efforts into its reconstruction have met a similar fate to the first replica found.
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It must be noted that, along with agent Poblete’s disappearance, three members present during the first SCP-7562 incident have disappeared for a period longer than 168 hours. Their whereabouts, last known locations, and why no other member of the Foundation noticed this before the conclusion of this event are being investigated.
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Of course, when we speak of heroes, we rarely speak of the sins they’ve committed. We don’t talk of the affairs and the raping, of the scams and betrayals, of the many innocents dead under their feet, victims to a better philosophy, a better kingdom, a better… Anything. Sometimes it’s worse, if we’re being honest. A hero doesn’t necessarily have to be a hero to the many, or represent desirable traits. A hero is a hero because traditionally, we’ve called them heroes, and whatever reality is doesn’t always align with the moral of the story they’re told through.
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But we’re not here to talk about heroes. We’re here to talk about El Cid, and the two chests of sand he gave to the Jews Rachel and Vidas in exchange for 600 marcos, money that he used to hire mercenaries, and the first step in his heroic adventure. It is this scam that he runs on the two merchants that makes everything else in the story possible; how could he fight against the moors without an army, and how could he turn the tides against the count of Barcelona without having hired the moors he defeated, and how could he have proven to the King that he was worthy if not for the count he defeated, and so on and so forth.
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El Cid never repaid the favor. The chests were the only thing he could afford with the few measly coins he had to his name after his banishment. For the price they paid, they expected to keep the jewels El Cid had won in his previous conquest — but the Jews themselves were expected to steal the treasure and use it for their own selfish purposes. Thus, El Cid tricked them before getting tricked himself, and continued on the journey. What he didn’t expect was that the Jews would keep their word, and only in a casual meeting years later would the debt be brought up again. Although one of El Cid's squires told them they would be reimbursed, that promise was an empty one. At the time, antisemitism ran rampant amid the fervently catholic people, and Jews were seen as greedy servants of the coin who would fight for whichever army paid them the most. Of course, although El Cid was exactly the same, in the eyes of the Spanish reader of the time, this was just. He wasn’t Jewish; he was a hero. And so time passes like grains of sand dropping into a chest until it’s finally filled. And then time runs out.
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I believe we focused too much on the sword and the promised treasure to really consider whether or not the treasure was what we needed to look for. The chest, the sand, the glass balls, the ceramic, they all point out to this idea of the chest of sand being more important for this mythological happening. But what exactly does it mean?
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Maybe it's just a trick. Nothing more than bait. We’re stumbling around, losing time and resources to chasing nothing more than sand that scurries through our fingers, just like Rachel and Vidas. Or maybe it’s a sign of betrayal, or comeuppance. El Cid, behind all his heroics, was initially propelled into his status by fraud. Why wouldn't people be jealous and scornful? After all, it is thanks to this con-man that Al-Andalus is no more, that the Taifa of Valencia is no more. That the regents of many of the autonomous zones of Spain have fallen. He's become an icon of Spanish patriotism, a controversial topic within these autonomous communities. El Cid had and has many enemies, as the agent said. And it is in this weak moment that the tale of the hero crumbles, and when a myth gains a weak spot, that spot begins corroding, festering, and what happened in the castle and in the monastery are the physical manifestations of that rot.
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Whatever the case, we are now trapped in this tough spot. We are told not to interfere, and we know that if we keep prodding, the injury will keep rotting, because we’re not surgeons, we’re mere scavengers. And yet, if we don’t poke around, the rot will also continue. It took years for it to return, but all the factors necessary for its continuation were in place by the aftermath of the first event. Now, more people have disappeared, and we’re feeling the effects of El Cid's might. There is a sense of dread, of anxiety in all of us who work with the sword, with the sand, with the ceramic. Our eyes itch thinking of the empty sockets of our colleagues. We speak in hushed tones, because we’re afraid of our tongues falling off. We confuse excitement and progress with the possibility of the myth taking hold of us, slaves to the cognitohazard that attacked all those soldiers back then. And yet we can’t look away, because the horror and the ecstasy are one and the same. We desperately seek that which will eventually kill us.
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+While finding missing personnel yielded no satisfying results, the reconstruction of the replicas turned out to be more fruitful. The replica of the sword recovered from SCP-7562-1’s locker was successfully completed after several months of work. When finished, it was discovered that the shards generated two identical swords instead of one. It is believed the cognitohazard generated by the replicas was able to hide the true volume of the shards, and the fact that the rebuilding team was building two distinctive swords and could not notice it until the swords were fully restored. Once the swords were completed, they both shattered, turning back into small shards. While the cognitohazard made exact measuring difficult, it is believed the collapse of the object caused it to double in volume.
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Consequently, the shards recovered from the monastery were weighed. While cognitohazard interference must be taken into account, their weight was exactly half that of the shards from the locker replica, implying a similar effect to the multiplication of the locker replica. Following the locker event, all reconstruction events were halted, and the shards stored in eight separate locker boxes.
+As part of the wider investigation, over a hundred locations — castles and villages that El Cid passed through and battlegrounds on which he fought — and a similar number of artifacts including swords and equipment used by El Cid and his associates were investigated. While in most cases the objects and locations of interest were found to be non-anomalous, a series of locations bore some anomalous qualities:
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Church of St. Mary, Carrión de los Condes
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Following his defeat at Golpejera, king Alfonso VI of León, whom El Cid served, hid inside this church and prevented the young women of the town from being taken prisoner by the Moors. El Cid’s sons-in-law were born close to the church.
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Upon the morning sermon the week following the second event, the main doors of the building transformed into sand and the bells of the main spire of the church rapidly rusted.
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Plains of Cabra
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Location where the Battle of Cabra took place, where El Cid, aiding the Emir of Seville, defeated the Emir of Granada. One of the most important battles El Cid fought in service of the Moors.
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The sound and rumbling of horses running and crashing into each other is heard once per day at 17:00, local time. Shards of a statue which through reconstruction was later found to be that of a horse were also recovered from the site.
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Castle ruins in the commune of La Pobla d’Alcolea
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The Emir of Lérida, owner of the castle, was defeated by El Cid's army here during the Battle of Tévar.
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A chest filled with blood was discovered inside the ruins. The blood was analyzed and found to be that of horses and cattle. Great amounts of gold and silver were found within the blood.
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Royal Abbey of Santa Maria de Poblet
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Poblet was the village where El Cid fought against the Almoravid empire and managed to conquer the Taifa of Valencia, which would then become the principality he would reign over until his death. It was inside of this abbey where El Cid signed the document that proclaimed him Prince of Valencia.
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+While visiting the Royal Abbey of Santa Maria de Poblet, it was discovered that an event similar to SCP-7562 had taken place, when Cistercian monk Matthias Aramendi was transported into a catacomb-like area where he recovered a small box filled with golden coins and jewelry. The Foundation is currently attempting to trigger this phenomenon again. In the meantime, an interview with Aramendi was carried out.
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Addendum 7562-3: Interview Log
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+Date: March 18th, 2020. 11:16 Local Time
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Interviewer: Researcher Rodrigo Argüís
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Interviewed: Matthias Aramendi
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Note: Researcher Argúís and his team were disguised as a team of anthropologists gathering information to write a book on El Cid when they came across Aramendi’s testimony.
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Argüís: Good morning, father.
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Aramendi: And good morning to you, sir.
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Argüís: As I understand, this event that you spoke of, the- the manifesting of these- these-
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Aramendi: Are you alright, sir? You seem agitated.
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Argüís: Oh… No, no, sorry, it’s- nevermind. I mean, wouldn’t one be excited, hearing about a paranormal event such as this?
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Aramendi: Of course one would be. Ah, but you didn’t seem as agitated when you first heard of it, no?
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Argüís: I wasn’t sure I could believe what you had told us. But we’re straying from the matter here. I’m sure your time isn't plentiful enough to be wasted like this.
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Aramendi: Oh, it’s not a waste, sir. But yes, let’s talk.
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Argúís: Let’s start from the beginning. When did this event happen?
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Aramendi: It happened three nights ago. It was at eight and some more, as I was making the rounds.
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Argüís: Rounds?
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Aramendi: The rounds, yes. At this abbey, we make the rounds at 8, both morning and night, and we make sure all machines are turned off, that no people are in places they shouldn’t be, and so on. We rotate the obligations here, but ah, I won’t trouble you with pointless details. What you must know is that I was passing by the main building here at the abbey, and I make a turn towards the palace of king Martin, when I suddenly lost my footing. For a brief moment, it felt like I had tripped and fallen, but I realized it wasn’t like that. It… How do I explain this… It felt like the world had tripped and fallen around me instead, and not the other way around. As I held these thoughts that something was deeply amiss, I slipped beneath the soil and the stone, and I found myself confined within this place you’ve referred to as ‘catacombs.’
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Argüís: And what were they like?
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Aramendi: They were catacombs, of course. Nothing fancy, really. A corridor made of stone, covered in moss and wood. It didn’t seem like anyone had visited the place in a long, long while, and yet it smelled like something familiar. Have you ever felt like you’ve been in a certain place before, despite knowing full well that is not the case?
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Argüís: I know that feeling, yes.
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Aramendi: Then you know how I felt. Enraptured by this feeling, I traversed this hallway alone. It was rather well illuminated. That I remember too. I feel very interested in the place, like I was meant to be there. Each step I took, I took with confidence. I wasn’t sure why, of course, but… Well, we all are bound by fate, by the words of God and, I- I felt compelled.
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Argüís: You felt like you needed to be there.
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Aramendi: Yes. I was meant to be there. I was meant to take each step I took. I was meant to open the only door meant to be opened.
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Argüís: Door?
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Aramendi: The catacombs had many doors, but none were meant to be opened. Every time I tried to open a door, I would hear how the knob would rotate, broken. The doors were closed, and I wasn’t meant to know what was behind them.
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Argüís: You didn’t try a tad harder? Maybe there was some way to get through the doors, maybe a key, or-
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Aramendi: Maybe they would have opened to you, Rodrigo, or to someone like agent Poblete, but not to me. The door meant for me was at the end of the hallway. Would you wish to know what was past it?
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Argüís: Of course I want to know. That’s why we’re having this conversation.
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Aramendi: Of course, of course. And yet, I don’t know if it’s worth the trouble.
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Argüís: What do you mean worth it? Of course it is, it’s-
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Aramendi: Was the Tizona worth the sacrifices? Was the Cofre del Cid worth Poblete’s life? What about the swords? What about the sand? The promised gold that wasn’t there? I found gold and jewelry. The pearls and emeralds recovered from the many battles of El Cid, the necklaces and bracelets of the Emir’s coffers in Seville. And you will study them, Rodrigo, and you will find the answers you’re looking for, because they exist nowhere else. But are they worth it?
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(Argüís stares at Aramendi in silence. Aramendi shuffles in his seat and begins to fidget with his rosary. A sigh is heard.)
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Argüís: … They're not. But I must see this to its end. The story has been set into motion, and there’s no stopping it, is there?
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Aramendi: I don’t know. I only know what’s behind that door.
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Argüíz: Then tell me what was behind that door.
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Aramendi: Very well.
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(Aramendi closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before smiling. The feed suffers a failure, and the timer goes back 19 seconds.)
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Aramendi: Now, where was I? Oh, right, the door. This door was like all others, of course, but it was the only one wide open. The Lord opens all doors that are meant to be stepped into, you know? The door of opportunity.
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Argüíz: What was there?
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Aramendi: A chest, with a sign that read… Oh, what was it…
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Argüíz: Chest of El Cid.
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Aramendi: Yes… Yes it did. And inside of it were-
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Argüíz: The gold and the jewels. The pearls and the emeralds. The-
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Aramendi: No, no. You know that’s not the case.
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Argüíz: What? Wasn’t- You just told me that-
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Aramendi: ‘Is it a trick? Bait? Have we fallen for it?’ These are the words you wrote all those years ago, wondering what the sword meant. And you were right, Rodrigo. It was all a trick. There is not treasure. The chest wasn’t made to hold treasure.
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Argüíz: So what is it, then, if not treasure?
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Aramendi: The first chest held the sword that would cause fear, yet it was that fear that led to curiosity, because a man cannot help but shove his hand in the maw of the beast if he sees a golden glint inside. The second chest held sand, nothing but literal lack of value, but it was in that lack of value that you all saw opportunity, because what is sand but beautiful stained glass yet to be made? There had to be more than sand. And there was. There was death, but there was also clay and ceramic. The pieces had to fit together, but together they only grew in danger. If a single sword was terrifying, then how about two? Four? Eight? And of course, they were put away, but how long until the researchers begin working on them again? How long until we find the ninth one? What if I told you the gold and the jewels could be melted into another sword? What if I told you that that was the promised treasure? Would you go do it, or would you resist the temptation? Will you let an old myth no one remembers keep that which belongs to it, or will you follow in the steps of your predecessor?
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Argüíz: So is it a sword, then? The key to everything?
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Aramendi: Yes. Of course it is. What else could it be but the sword?
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Argüíz: You must show it to me.
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Aramendi: I will, but that will be the end of our story. You will take the sword from my cold, dead hands, like you did many years ago, and you will destroy your kingdom with it, because you did it once and you’ll do it again. And I’ll take the sword back, and you will take it again, because you’re a fool, and fools never learn.
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Argüíz: The sword. I need it.
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Aramendi: You haven’t even heard what the third chest holds. What a disgrace of a researcher you are.
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Argüíz: It holds treasure.
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Aramendi: No, no it does not. It holds the corpse of the Jewish man who warned El Cid that his kingdom would one day fall. That a kingdom of lies cannot prosper. And El Cid laughed at him, and struck him down, and continued on towards the church of St. Mary to avenge his own two daughters. Each of his squires fought the Infants of Carrión, and that's how the epopeya ends, no?
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(Argüíz suddenly gets up, the chair falling behind him and clattering against the floor.)
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Aramendi: But it didn’t really end, not until El Cid’s death, and then he was buried; with all his swords, with all his jewels. And then the second Jewish man opened the tomb, and took the valuables back, enough for the debt and for the brother who was unjustly felled, and the debt was repaid. But there’s always tomb raiders. People who simply cannot allow things to remain buried underneath. Those who must pilfer, because stealing is all they know. Thieves, all they'll ever be. Just like El Cid.
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(Argüíz screams at Aramendi, but only guttural sounds come out of his mouth, as his tongue has fallen off.)
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Aramendi: As soon as the treasure was able to be taken, it was taken, because that’s always how it goes. A legend built on pillaging and stealing cannot end. But the door was open, so who could blame you for stepping in? Who could blame you for falling for the riches that were right within your reach?
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(Argüíz takes a step forwards, but falls, as his eyes have turned into glass.)
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Aramendi: Do you want the gold and the jewels? The fame, eternal life through song and word? Have them, then. It will not matter. The third story nears its end. And once the story ends, El Cid dies, and his kingdom falls once again.
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(Argüíz makes more guttural sounds. Aramendi sighs.)
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Aramendi: You already have the sword. You always had it. The sword is not why you are here.
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(Argüíz finally gets up and raises the sword he has in his right hand, aiming it at Aramendi.)
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Aramendi: You are unworthy of it.
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(Argüíz swings the sword down and partially severs Aramendi's head. The monk falls to the side and explodes into shards of ceramic upon impact with the ground. Argüíz drops the sword before stepping out of view. The feed stops after two more minutes.)
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The year is 1099, and El Cid has died. In five years, all that El Cid fought for will fall under both internal and external pressure; none of his children and confidants will be as good a tactician as him, and the Moors know that. In five years, the principality he ruled over will become a Moorish Taifa again. Most of the ones who loved him will be killed and enslaved.
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But this isn’t a story about El Cid. This is a story about the Jewish man who left for the tomb, and opened the tomb, decapitated for doing so. Or who became so enamored by El Cid's beauty even in death that he became the squire to one of El Cid's squires, as the original legend goes. But legends do tend to embellish things; even to the antisemitic crowd, the murder of an innocent man was too much. It wouldn’t paint the picture of a noble Cid. And so, the first Jew killed was removed from all text, and of Rachel and Vidas, we hear not again.
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The Jewish man dies, but the debt is repaid regardless. That is because just as El Cid could kill even in death, just like he did in life; the Jewish man could steal even in death, just like the legends of the time. Legends are greater than life. And so, the swords and the jewels disappear, but treasures are meant to be found, are they not? And eventually, from under the sands of time, you find a coin or a hilt and you begin digging, and you find the treasure, but fail to realize that you’re drowning in quicksand, and you are now waist-deep in it, and you keep sinking and sinking.
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Even as you swallow sand and slowly asphyxiate, you cannot let go of the sword. You wouldn’t be worthy of it if you were to let go. And you hold onto it, and you die, and the Jewish man comes back, and you kill him, and the debt is repaid.
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+Both the video interview and a document regarding the ‘Tomb-raiding Jew’ were discovered in the command room on 21/08/2021, while conducting an unrelated inventory search. Despite the date on the interview, no proof that any operator attending that day oversaw it exists. There is also no proof that either Rodrigo Argüís or Matthias Aramendi existed. While the latter is not uncommon among members of a religious order, it is much less likely for a Foundation agent to go unaccounted for. Following this discovery, the lockers where the swords had been kept were opened and confirmed to be empty. Camera feed shows that no one opened the lockers since the halting of the reconstruction effort.
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A search was conducted on the Royal Abbey of Santa Maria de Poblet, where again no evidence of the existence of Argüís or Aramendi was found. In addition, there were no catacombs beneath the abbey. Despite the unfruitful search, a sword identical to SCP-7562-1 was discovered stabbed into the ground on the terrace on the roof of the main church of the abbey. While analysis has been minimal, the sword has been dated to the 9-10th century period, and is believed to have been used during the Reconquista period.
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A request to transfer the sword to Area-53 for testing has been forwarded, and is pending approval.
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The room containing the passageway to SCP-7701 has been walled off from the rest of the Republic of Moldova's Government House and removed from all public copies of the building's blueprints.
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SCP-7701 Performance Events are to be recorded by cameras installed within SCP-7701 and automatically transcribed. Transcriptions shall be continually simplified by NOUS.AIC until they are cleared of all infohazardous content. In the event that an individual has been cognitively infected by SCP-7701, the wall blocking SCP-7701's passageway is to be temporarily taken down, so that their body may be interred beneath SCP-7701's stage.
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Description
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SCP-7701 is a dilapidated, subterranean theater situated 56 meters below the Great National Assembly Square in Chișinău, Moldova. It was discovered in 1964, shortly following the Government House's construction, when an unrecognized passageway was discovered in the building's basement. As Moldova.Then known as the "Moldavian Soviet Socialist Republic" was a republic of the Soviet Union at that time, GRU Division "P" quickly became aware of the disappearances associated with SCP-7701's discovery and began containment efforts. SCP-7701, along with many other anomalies, came under the Foundation’s jurisdiction following the USSR's dissolution.
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SCP-7701-B instance, mid-performance.
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SCP-7701 Performance Events take place, on average, once per month. A Performance Event is composed of four stages:
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Stage 1: 9-48 SCP-7701-A instances manifest in SCP-7701's seating, each bound to their chair by iron chains. SCP-7701-A instances are grey, nude, androgynous humanoid entities that lack any form of genitalia, with a pair of cauterized stumps protruding between their scapulae. Their heads are enveloped by canvas sacks that have been stained with an undetermined aromatic black substance.
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SCP-7701-A instances quietly convulse for the duration of the event, softly moaning at random intervals. The emotional quality of their moans (sadness, pain, pleasure, etc.) has not been determined. Long-range energy scans suggest that SCP-7701-A instances each generate approximately 32-48 centiAkivas per second while manifested..Entities that directly serve divine beings generate, on average, 60-75 centiAkivas per second.
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Stage 2: 3-15 SCP-7701-B instances manifest offstage. SCP-7701-B instances are humanoid entities dressed in clothing resembling that of Venetian masquerades. Instances move in a jerky, lolling, marionette-like manner, speaking with a mixture of Italian, Romanian, French, and Vulgar Latin.
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Stage 3: SCP-7701-B instances proceed to carry out a theatrical production of a play that was written no later than the 17th century. These performances begin in a manner that is largely accurate to the original script, but increasingly diverge as they go on. Five randomly selected performances are detailed below.
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The Bacchae
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The god Dionysus is frequently described by other characters as “red-faced,” “gleeful,” and “blood-painted.” Rather than seeking to prove his own divinity, as he does in the original text, Dionysus endeavors to demonstrate the godhood of the “Lord of the Noose.” He ultimately dedicates Pentheus’s death to the Lord of the Noose and feeds the cities of Hellas to SCP-7701-C.
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Hamlet
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Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are not present for the duration of the play. In Act 1, Prince Hamlet is informed of King Hamlet's assassination by the "Harbinger of Alagadro," rather than the King's ghost. The Harbinger is present in most following scenes, but is only acknowledged by Ophelia shortly before her death. In Act 5, Hamlet's fencing match with Laertes is interrupted by the arrival of SCP-7701-C, which devours the remaining cast.
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Untitled Play
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The origin of this play is not known, appearing to be an example of commedia dell'arte..An early form of professional theater that originated in Italy. It is not known if it is a play that was lost to history or was created by SCP-7701 wholesale— as SCP-7701 has not produced an original work before or since, the former is likely the case. Though this performance initially utilizes the tropes and character archetypes associated with commedia dell'arte, the scenes gradually become more violent, eventually degrading into solely portraying gruesome acts of self-mutilation. The play ends when the cast assembles to commit suicide via hanging. Their corpses are then eaten by SCP-7701-C.
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The Merchant of Venice
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The play primarily takes place in the "Kingdom of Trinculo" rather than the city of Venice. The narrative otherwise does not diverge until the ostensible end of the play— at which point the character Shylock is approached by a unnamed man in a yellow mask, who offers Shylock a chance at revenge on the people who ruined his life. The play continues for an additional full act, in which Shylock, with the aid of the masked man, inflicts increasingly brutal acts on those who wronged him, cutting a pound of flesh from each victim as he does so. In the final scene, Shylock willingly feeds himself to SCP-7701-C to repay the masked man for services rendered.
Stage 4: As the performance nears its conclusion, SCP-7701-C, a 15.2 m annelid composed of 80-120 flayed human bodies, emerges from beneath the stage to involve itself in the play’s final scenes. This inevitably involves the violent consumption of all manifested SCP-7701-B instances. Upon the performance’s completion, SCP-7701-C will move to the edge of the stage, bow, and crawl under it. All SCP-7701-A instances proceed to dissolve into black smoke over the course of the following 21.5 hours.
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Addendum: Incident 7701-R9
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On 07/01/2007, 28 people in Chișinău, Moldova attempted suicide between 2:25PM and 3:49PM..Movement, indistinct vocalizations, and minor spatial distortions were detected within SCP-7701 during this period. Investigation suggests that no contact of any kind had taken place between all 28 individuals, of whom several commonalities have been determined:
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Professionally involved in at least one creative field: writing, painting, acting, singing, etc.
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SCP-7701 Stairwell B
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18 victims expired before medical attention could arrive. 5 victims expired while in emergency care. 3 victims were successfully resuscitated, but expired within the following 48 hours due to complications. Only 2 victims of Incident 7701-R9 are presently alive: Caleb Josan and Sabina Lisnic.
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Caleb Josan, a musician, experienced severe asphyxia-induced brain damage and is currently in a vegetative state. Sabina Lisnic, an actress, attempted suicide via self-laceration with a kitchen knife, but was walked in on by her roommate, Elena Mardari, who was trained as an EMT. Mardari was able to wrest the knife from Lisnic's hands and successfully staunched her wounds until additional help could arrive.
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Interviewed: Sabina Lisnic
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Interviewer: Agent Sturza
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[Translated from Romanian.]
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[BEGIN LOG]
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[Sturza enters Lisnic's hospital room, where she is being kept under observation.]
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Sturza: How are you feeling today?
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Lisnic: Like I've been stabbed. Who are you?
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Sturza: My name is Dr. Tchmil. I'm here to ask you some questions, if you're feeling up to it.
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Lisnic: What sort of questions?
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Sturza: Nothing you have to answer if you don't want to.
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Lisnic:[Pause.] Okay.
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[Sturza sits beside Lisnic's hospital bed.]
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Sturza: How do you feel right now? Emotionally, I mean.
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Lisnic: I don't know… I feel hollow, I think. Like everything inside me has been scooped out with a ladle. [Lisnic laughs humorlessly.] Could be the pain medication talking, though.
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Sturza: Do you feel the urge to harm yourself?
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Lisnic: No.
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Sturza: Do you know why you harmed yourself three days ago?
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Lisnic: You want to know why I attempted suicide.
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Sturza: Yes.
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Lisnic: I did it because it's what I do.
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Sturza: What do you mean by that?
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Lisnic: It means what it means. Trying and failing to kill myself is what I do. Coming here to ask me questions is what you do. There is nothing else.
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Sturza:[Pause.] Are you trying to say that this all was inevitable? Did you expect you'd be stopped by your roommate?
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Lisnic: Expectations have nothing to do with it. There is only what I do.
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Sturza: Okay. Can you tell me how you were feeling in the days before you attempted suicide?
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Lisnic: Normal, I suppose. I'd been seeing things, though.
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Sturza: You were hallucinating?
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Lisnic: No. Hallucinations are a sort of fiction— what I was seeing wasn't fake. It was real. More real than anything else.
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Sturza: What were you seeing?
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Lisnic: Only little glimpses of things. The borders. I saw curtains in my room, one morning— but they weren't my curtains. They were red and velvet and deeper than the sea. I knew if I touched them I'd be swallowed whole. Another morning, I was the only one who noticed when they turned on the sun a few minutes late. Technical difficulties, you understand. Backstage.
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Sturza: I see.
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Lisnic: Once, I saw my roommate sitting in our living room, weeping. She was really sobbing, with big fat tears rolling down her face, snot dribbling from her nose, her shoulders shaking like an earthquake. But she was completely silent. It seemed almost… mechanical. I didn't understand why until a week later, when her fiancé broke up with her— I saw her cry in the exact same way. The exact same tears. It was then when I realized she'd been practicing, before. Like a dress rehearsal.
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Sturza: Have you seen anything else that felt "extra-real?"
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Lisnic: Yes.
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Sturza:[Pause.] Will you tell me?
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Lisnic: No. It isn't what I do.
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Sturza: It is if you choose to.
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Lisnic: You don't understand. That's okay— helping you understand is what I do.
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Sturza: I'm listening.
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Lisnic: My doctor left his clipboard on the counter over there. Read it.
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[Sturza stands and retrieves the clipboard, which holds a copy of Lisnic's medical files. The last page appears to have been torn out. Flipping through it, it becomes apparent that a detailed transcript of Agent Sturza’s day, starting from when he woke up that morning, has been printed on the backs of the documents.]
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[The final line of the last available page is: “Why does it end here?”]
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Sturza:[Softly.] What the fuck? [Speaking normally.] Did you do this?
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Lisnic: I'm not part of the props department.
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[Sturza scans the transcript, flipping through it several times.]
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Sturza: Why does it end here?
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[The ground begins shaking.]
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Sturza: Sabina. Why does the script end here? What do you need me to understand?
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[Lights flicker.]
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Sturza: Sabina!
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[Lisnic draws an ornate dagger from beneath the hospital bed's blanket.]
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Lisnic: With this, our tribute, we pay in full.
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Sturza: Wait—!
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[Sturza moves to stop Lisnic but isn't fast enough; she drives the blade into her stomach. Lisnic grits her teeth as red stains her bedsheets and drips down her chin.]
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Lisnic: With this, our blood—
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[Lisnic wrenches the blade to the side, grunting with exertion. Tearing flesh is audible.]
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Lisnic: —it is the Hanged King’s.
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[Sturza retches.]
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Sturza: Oh, god.
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[SCP-7701-C erupts from the floor in an explosion of shattered ceramic and splintered wood. It writhes in the light, glistening and tumescent. Its skinless faces are a rictus of euphoric agony. It sings.]
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Sturza: Fuck!
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[Sturza draws his concealed service pistol and aims at SCP-7701-C— but does not fire. He winces, clutching his head with his other hand.]
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Sturza: W-what is this… sound?
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[As SCP-7701-C continues to sing, Sturza falls to his knees, his gun clattering to the ground as he cradles his head.]
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Sturza: It’s… beautiful. I never knew. God, I never knew.
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[Sturza curls into himself, hands fisting in his hair as SCP-7701-C looms over him, its maw dripping with viscous fluid. His head abruptly jerks to the side, as though waking from a dream.]
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Sturza: No! I don’t… these aren’t my words! These aren’t my—
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[SCP-7701-C devours Agent Sturza. Lisnic breathes in short, shallow gasps. Her forehead sheens with sweat and her teeth are scarlet.]
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Lisnic:[Hoarsely.] With… with this…
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[Weakly clutching the dagger’s pommel with both hands, Lisnic holds it before her, its tip pointed at her chest. SCP-7701-C stills.]
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Lisnic: With this blade, I give all that I am.
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[Lisnic’s trembling fingers tighten on the pommel.]
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Lisnic: It is yours.
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[SCP-7701-C tears into Lisnic in the exact moment that the dagger plunges into her heart. Wet sounds and crunches are audible as it consumes her. Several moments later, it rises from her overturned bed, turning to face its leering audience. It bows, then exits stage right.]
Special Containment Procedures: All observations of SCP-7717 are to be documented in its respective file and affected files are to be copied before attempting restoration. Permanent containment of SCP-7717 is currently considered plausible but not of upmost priority.
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Description: SCP-7717 is an apple of unknown cultivation that appears at random on Foundation-made photographic material and documents. SCP-7717 does not show any signs of change in colour, decay, or loss of condensation on its surface.
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SCP-7717 has to date not been observed directly or on non-Foundation records. Because of this it is unclear if SCP-7717 is only memetic, physical, or both as in some scenarios it cannot be discerned.
+
Discovery: SCP-7717 was discovered on March 4 1973, during digitalization of older files. Over 2000 photographs, video logs, or other material showed an apple with the same pattern in the background. Because of the modernization in technology and the ease of making digital records, SCP-7717 observations have increased exponentially after implementing controls of its presence on Foundation material.
+
Addendum 7717.1: Observations of SCP-7717
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Data omitted for brevity. All 173.693 logs available upon request.2
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Date
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Observation
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4 March 1973
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Over 2000 observations of SCP-7717 logged upon initial discovery.
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11 November 1982
+
Complete count of SCP-7717 observations completed globally. A significant amount of classified files have been edited to remove the anomaly.
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+Files where removal was unsuccessful were remade and scanned for the anomaly.
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23 August 1985
+
A document with a memetic hazard was accidentally printed. However, SCP-7717 was printed over it, negating potential danger to personnel.
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1 January 1987
+
SCP-7717 was present in the group photo of Site-47 for New Years.
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5 May 1991
+
The photo taken for Dr. Alpin's ID was photobombed by SCP-7717. Dr. Alpin found it hilarious and gained the codename "The Son of Man".3
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7 February 1994
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An automatic camera remained stuck in shutter mode when Dr. Kuang left his office for an emergency meeting before leaving on vacation.
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+The amount of new observations of SCP-7717 crashed the scanning software and server. All remaining photos had to be entered manually afterwards. Dr. Kuang was put on temporary leave after a burn out.
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+
21 September 1997
+
Several researchers were arrested for forging and selling information to several GoI's. The practices came to light after SCP-7717 was found in confiscated documents on arrested agents of the Chaos Insurgency.
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10 October 1998
+
First known observation of SCP-7717 on video. SCP-7717 appeared on the security footage in the cafeteria of Site-10. Several minutes later Dr. Garat took the anomaly and ate it. In her witness testimony she claimed the apple "to taste all over the place".
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+As of writing SCP-7717 has not reappeared. Senior researchers are deliberating on the time interval for reclassification to neutralised.
Description: SCP-7717 was an apple of unknown cultivation and of both memetic and physical nature that appeared at random on Foundation-made photographic material and documents. SCP-7717 did not show any signs of change in colour, decay, or loss of condensation on its surface.
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Discovery: SCP-7717 was discovered on March 4 1973, during digitalization of older files. Over 2000 photographs, video logs, or other material showed an apple with the same pattern in the background. Because of the modernization in technology and the ease of making digital records, SCP-7717 observations have increased exponentially after implementing controls of its presence on Foundation material.
+
Addendum 7717.1: Observations of SCP-7717
+
Data omitted for brevity. All 173.693 logs available upon request.4
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Date
+
Observation
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4 March 1973
+
Over 2000 observations of SCP-7717 logged upon initial discovery.
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11 November 1982
+
Complete count of SCP-7717 observations completed globally. A significant amount of classified files have been edited to remove the anomaly.
+
+Files where removal was unsuccessful were remade and scanned for the anomaly.
+
+
+
23 August 1985
+
A document with a memetic hazard was accidentally printed. However, SCP-7717 was printed over it, negating potential danger to personnel.
+
+
+
1 January 1987
+
SCP-7717 was present in the group photo of Site-47 for New Years.
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+
+
5 May 1991
+
The photo taken for Dr. Alpin's ID was photobombed by SCP-7717. Dr. Alpin found it hilarious and gained the codename "The Son of Man".5
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+
+
7 February 1994
+
An automatic camera remained stuck in shutter mode when Dr. Kuang left his office for an emergency meeting before leaving on vacation.
+
+The amount of new observations of SCP-7717 crashed the scanning software and server. All remaining photos had to be entered manually afterwards. Dr. Kuang was put on temporary leave after a burn out.
+
+
+
21 September 1997
+
Several researchers were arrested for forging and selling information to several GoI's. The practices came to light after SCP-7717 was found in confiscated documents on arrested agents of the Chaos Insurgency.
+
+
+
10 October 1998
+
First known observation of SCP-7717 on video. SCP-7717 appeared on the security footage in the cafeteria of Site-10. Several minutes later Dr. Garat took the anomaly and ate it. In her witness testimony she claimed the apple "to taste all over the place".
+
+Senior researchers reclassified SCP-7717 to neutralised.
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+
+
From: Dr. Kuang
+Subject: SCP-7717
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+
+
The apple is back, I don't even care about any changes it underwent just put the two files together and let the database handle the rest. I am not going to manually fix this shit until I get burnout again.
Name: Organic Appel (9577668909).jpg
+Filename: appel.jpg
+Author: Peter Franz
+Date: 18 October 2012
+License: CC BY 2.0 Generic
+Source:Wikimedia Commons
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+
Name: 2020-03-14 23 59 12 A single Nature's Promise Organic Red Delicious Apple core in the Franklin Farm section of Oak Hill, Fairfax County, Virginia.jpg
+Filename: klokhuispf
+Author: Famartin
+Date: 14 March 2020
+License: CC BY-SA 4.0
+Source:Wikimedia Commons
+Additional info: Slightly edited for transparent background.
SCP-7733. Entrance to Site-7733-B is visible in the foreground.
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+
Special Containment Procedures: Civilians are not permitted within 100m of SCP-7733, with toxic long-term soil contamination in place as a cover. Due to limited scheduling slots, use of SCP-7733 is limited to SVIC members.
+
Description: SCP-7733 is an electronic device taking up most of the interior space of a 2700m2 storage facility (Site-7733-A) located in Qaqortoq, Greenland. It is primarily constructed from electronic components commercially available in the year 1974, although it also includes a number of cold cathode semiconductor switches of unknown origin.
+
Human operators may interact with SCP-7733 from inside a 10m2 room (Site-7733-B) attached to the outside of Site-7733-A, containing a punched paper tape interface feeding in and out of Site-7733-A. When an operator enters information1 describing a specific real or hypothetical set of conditions and a possible event that could occur within them (a "query")2, after a period ranging from 5 seconds to 19 hours3 SCP-7733 will output one of three possible responses:
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"Additional Data Requested": SCP-7733 will specify information not included in the initial query. After the operator has entered this data, or rejected the request, SCP-7733 will output another response.
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"Out of Bounds": Confirmation that empirically-available data is insufficient to calculate the probability of the event4, concluding the query.
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"Calculation Complete": The calculated probability for that event to have taken place, under assumed conditions of consensus reality, reported in units of Drustons (Drst) up to three decimal points, concluding the query.
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The Druston unit appears to serve as a unit measuring the unlikeliness of the event. In simplistic queries, it is seemingly based on a logarithmic expression of the probability ratio. It is unknown if this pattern still applies in queries where conventional estimation is not possible. Calculations over 200000.000 Drst have never been observed, indicating a possible upper limit for SCP-7733's calculations.
+
Operators may not enter a new query until SCP-7733 has concluded the current query, further limiting the frequency of use. SCP-7733 is able to store information from queries internally, and will refer to it in replicated or similar queries rather than requesting information a second time.
+
SCP-7733's methods of calculating or estimating probability, including the initial ability to interpret queries, are currently unknown. As SCP-7733 cannot operate when foreign objects are present in the same chamber as the components, very little is currently known about how the device functions, although the exceptional complexity of function and ability to operate over decades without maintenance suggests anomalous properties.
Query Conditions: A single atom of fermium-259 exists within a vacuum.
+Query Event: That atom has decayed after exactly 1.5 seconds.
+Addition Data Requests: None
+Query Conclusion:Calculation Complete - 1.003 Drst
+Event Outcome: Not tested in reality
+
+
Query 7733-23
+
+
Query Conditions: A United States 1 cent coin is thrown into the air by Research Assistant Aleia Cole from floor level in an arc approximately 1 meter high.
+Query Event: The coin will land and settle on the floor with the heads side facing up.
+Addition Data Requests:
+
+
The position of Research Assistant Cole's hand while gripping and throwing the coin (Granted)
+
The year of production of the coin (Granted)
+
History of previous tosses of the coin (Denied, Not Available)
+
The construction material and condition of the floor (Granted)
+
+
Query Conclusion:Calculation Complete - 0.998 Drst
+Event Outcome: The coin landed with the heads side facing up.
+
+
Query 7733-24
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+
Query Conditions: A United States 1 cent coin is thrown into the air by Research Assistant Aleia Cole from floor level in an arc approximately 1 meter high, in a replication of the previous query.
+Query Event: The coin will land and settle on the floor with the heads side facing up.
+Addition Data Requests: None
+Query Conclusion:Calculation Complete - 0.998 Drst
+Event Outcome: The coin landed with the tails side facing up.
+
+
Query 7733-119
+
+
Query Conditions: The weather of Mount Hood National Forest, in Mount Hood Oregon5 is observed continuously every day for 12 weeks from a specific point within the glacial valley.
+Query Event: A cloud formation with a strong visual resemblance to a member of the infraorder Anisoptera6 will be visible each week on Thursday at 15:04 PDT.
+Addition Data Requests:
+
+
Initial humidity, wind and atmospheric pressure (Granted)
+
Weather forecast for the remainder of the 12 weeks (Granted)
+
Location and angle of observation site (Granted)
+
+
Query Conclusion:Calculation Complete - 1583.776 Drst
+Event Outcome: A cloud of that description was visible each week, at the time described and from the specific viewing point, for at least 30 seconds.
+
+
Query 7733-7057
+
+
Query Conditions: Research Assistant Houston Carver will make a set of personal purchases at a grocery store, using a debit card. (Full grocery list included)
+Query Event: Research Assistant Houston Carver will choose to take a purchase receipt at the end of the transaction.
+Addition Data Requests: None
+Query Conclusion:Out of Bounds
+Event Outcome: Research Assistant Houston Carver chose to take a purchase receipt.
+
+
Query 7733-12615
+
+
Query Conditions: 5000 randomly-selected members of Foundation personnel are interviewed about their personal geographic knowledge. (Full list of interview subject names and ranks included)
+Query Event: All 5000 interview subjects will fail to be aware of the existence of Yellowstone National Park7.
+Addition Data Requests:
+
+
Residential history of all 5000 subjects (Granted)
+
History of Foundation activity within Yellowstone National Park (Denied, Not Applicable)
+
History of Foundation activity within 250km of Yellowstone National Park's borders (Granted)
Query Conditions: A juvenile male English Mastiff is brought into a room containing an adult human, and shown to that individual.
+Query Event: The English Mastiff will change to resemble an adult female Border Terrier within 30 seconds after entering the room.
+Addition Data Requests: None
+Query Conclusion:Out of Bounds
+Event Outcome:The English Mastiff changed to resemble an adult female Border Terrier in under one second.
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+
Thaumiel Use Policy:
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+
Distribution chart of the Druston calculations of non-replicated AAP. The current abnormality threshold of 47636.300 Druston is represented by a blue-red colour boundary.
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The Statistical Validation and Interpretation Committee (SVIC) is an independent internal organization of Foundation employees responsible for the identification and validation of Ambiguously Anomalous Phenomena (AAP).
+
AAP are defined as events of exceptional abnormality which do not obviously run counter to conventional natural laws, and which are therefore empirically indistiguishable from coincidences or series of coincidences. This category includes (but is not exclusive to) phenomena characteristic of many probability-altering, cognition and behaviour-altering and predictive anomalies.
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The SVIC must employ a minimum of 300 individuals8 at all times. Members are recruited through internal nomination, and must include experts in the following fields:
Qualitatively categorize reported phenomena as non-anomalous, ambiguously anomalous or unambiguously anomalous.
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Operate SCP-7733 in order to validate (or reverify) the abnormality of AAP.
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Determine the numerical abnormality threshold at which a phenomenon is formally categorized as anomalous.
+
+
The categorization and validation duties are handled by temporary subcommittees based on the fields believed to be necessary for understanding and describing the phenomenon in question, as well as providing additional data. The abnormality threshold is determined through majority consensus at mandatory meetings of all SVIC members held every 120 days in the conference hall of the Hans Egede Hotel in Qaqortoq. SVIC members active in subcommittees or meetings are exempt from all other Foundation duties. The internal organization and operation of the SVIC is otherwise determined by the members.
[00:00:00]
+SVIC-1339 takes attendance and formally commences the 95th SVIC Meeting.
+
[00:38:33]
+SVIC-133 begins by announcing new or updated AAP validations:
+
+
A total of 119 new AAP were validated: 49 below the abnormality threshold and 70 above.
+
A total of 527 AAP validations were replicated: 512 remained within the same approximate range, 1410 significantly increased, and one significantly decreased.
+
AAP-p16i311 (associated with SCP-████-EX12) decreased from 44109.139 Drst to 30013.711 Drst after SCP-████-EX made three consecutive incorrect predictions, in addition to the two failed predictions prior to the 94th SVIC Meeting. As a result, AAP-p16i3 is now considered non-anomalous, and no longer requires investigation, surveillance or containment.
+
+
[00:45:17]
+SVIC-133 restores order after an outburst from SVIC-31613 and vocal conflict between SVIC-316 and SVIC-19814 following the announcement of AAP-p16i3's updated validation and SCP-████-EX's consequently updated object class.
+
[00:48:43]
+SVIC-133 opens floor to statements by other SVIC members prior to voting.
+
[00:50:09]
+SVIC-198 receives the microphone, and begins a prepared speech about the importance of defending consensus reality through a low abnormality threshold15, but is interrupted by outcry from multiple other members. SVIC-198 abandons their script, and attempts to defend their successful proposal during the 94th SVIC Meeting to lower the abnormality threshold16 in order to maintain AAP-p16i3's category.
+
[01:03:26]
+SVIC-198 cedes the remainder of their time to SVIC-34717. SVIC-347 formally proposes that the abnormality threshold be decreased to 43811.019 Drst, recategorizing 14 existing AAP as anomalous, and SVIC-198 seconds the proposal.
+
[01:05:59]
+SVIC-316 receives the microphone, and presents a series of transparency slides comparing the rate of recategorization following the raising and lowering of the threshold, in order to demonstrate the historical reliability of a higher abnormality threshold. SVIC-316 formally proposes that the abnormality threshold be increased to 47636.300 Drst, recategorizing 5 existing AAP as non-anomalous, and SVIC-28418 seconds the proposal.
+
[01:28:40]
+SVIC-03819 receives the microphone, and attempts to show a presentation relating to the financial impact of recategorization, but cannot retrieve the necessary files from their flash drive. SVIC-038 formally proposes that the abnormality threshold remain unchanged, and SVIC-11020 seconds the proposal.
+
[01:53:01]
+After no other proposals are presented, SVIC-133 formally opens the voting period.
+
[02:15:45]
+Voting closes, and votes are taken to be counted.
+
[02:46:03]
+SVIC-133 announces the result of the votes:
+
+
209 members abstained.
+
SVIC-038's proposal received 14 votes.
+
SVIC-347's proposal received 71 votes.
+
SVIC-316's proposal received 99 votes.
+
The abnormality threshold is officially increased to 47636.300 Drst.
+
+
[02:51:30]
+SVIC-133 announces updated categories of AAP affected by the change in abnormality threshold:
+
+
AAP-99fal21 (associated with SCP-████-EX) is now considered non-anomalous, and no longer requires investigation, surveillance or containment.
+
AAP-br0p122 (associated with SCP-████-EX) is now considered non-anomalous, and no longer requires investigation, surveillance or containment.
+
AAP-f35t023 (associated with SCP-████-EX) is now considered non-anomalous, and no longer requires investigation, surveillance or containment.
+
AAP-j4j0224 (associated with SCP-████-EX) is now considered non-anomalous, and no longer requires investigation, surveillance or containment.
+
AAP-p33a925 (associated with SCP-████-EX) is now considered non-anomalous, and no longer requires investigation, surveillance or containment.
+
+
[03:03:15]
+SVIC-133 formally brings the meeting to a close and dismisses all attendants.
Special Containment Procedures: Interaction with SCP-775 is to be carried out via robotic assistance whenever possible. Should direct human interaction be required, all staff must wear the Mk2 contained-atmosphere armored Haz-Mat suit at all times. Should any tear be found in a suit, the subject must be immediately placed in quarantine and checked for signs of infestation. Containment area must be coated in a layer of plate steel, with all joints and seams made as tight as possible without compromising structural integrity. A two-part airlock seal is to be maintained as the single access point to the containment area. Airlocks will be flooded with bleach if any unit of SCP-775 is detected within the airlock, and remain flooded for five minutes, or until all SCP-775 have been terminated. Containment area is to be sprayed with bleach on a monthly basis to maintain population density. Feedings are not to exceed twice [DATA EXPUNGED] provided only at the discretion of Site Command.
+
Description: SCP-775 appears to be a form of arachnid of the order Ixodida, more commonly known as the tick. It is of a significantly larger size, with most un-engorged adults reaching a size comparable with a U.S. nickel. Coloration varies between black, red, yellow, grey, and various shades of each. Adults possess eight legs, while juveniles possess only six. SCP-775 is capable of making small leaps, and travels very rapidly along solid surfaces.
+
SCP-775 shares the trait of a flexible body structure, but is much more robust than the common tick, capable of surviving crushing, cutting, or tearing with little to no damage, and capable of flattening out to slide through 0.25 cm gaps. SCP-775 is also capable of swelling up to four times its original size during feeding, although this does slightly hamper its ability to move. The legs of SCP-775 are also very strong, and are capable of damaging concrete over time.
+
SCP-775 feeds in a manner similar to the common tick, but more extensively. SCP-775 injects both an enzyme to increase blood flow, and one that begins to liquefy other tissues. This enzyme will attack all tissues except those making up the layers of skin. SCP-775 will then eat the blood and liquefied tissue until it is totally engorged. It will then lay an egg sac containing 20-30 new SCP-775 on or near the host subject, and then resume feeding.
+
SCP-775 will feed on any vertebrate animals, and will continue to feed and reproduce on the host until it is no longer capable of providing nutrients. Young SCP-775 will often burrow under the skin and attempt to feed on liquefying tissues directly. Hosts will eventually be fully hollowed out, with only the outer layers of skin remaining. SCP-775 will then fill the skin with eggs, then depart to find a new host. Hosts in advanced stages of infestation are described as taking on a “bloated” or “misshapen” form, many times with multiple SCP-775 attached to many places on the body. “Nest” skins are often filled to the maximum capacity that the skin is capable of holding. SCP-775 is capable of reproducing offspring two days after hatching, with eggs taking 24-30 hours to hatch on average. This accelerated life cycle and ability to resist most forms of physical damage cause SCP-775 to undergo an almost continuous population explosion. Bleach appears to be effective in controlling SCP-775, with most dying after several minutes of being submerged.
+
Notes on recovery:
+SCP-775 was first encountered [DATA EXPUNGED] The Stull family appears to have been the first infected. Recovery teams found only an adult male and a juvenile female still living in the home, presumed to be ███████ (age ██) and █████ (age ██) Stull. Both were in very advanced stages of █ ████████ ██ infestation, making identification difficult. Most members of SCP-775 appear to have attached to the hands, feet, face, and abdomen of the subjects. The remaining family members were found in the basement, being used as "nests" by SCP-775, with one of the skins already burst and discarded. Several thousand units of SCP-775 were present in the home, and it is unknown if the subjects used as "nests" were transported to the basement by SCP-775, the remaining family members, or expired there naturally. Evidence collected from the nests indicate that the biology and reproductive cycle of SCP-775 may share aspects with SCP-1655, if nests containing instances of either are discovered they must be destroyed.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7768 is to remain under surveillance at all times for any anomalous exterior behavior, and guarded by no less than three (3) low-profile security personnel at a time to prevent unauthorized entry. All relevant personnel will be stationed in an adjacent home, purchased by the Foundation and repurposed into a monitoring station. All windows are to remain externally covered at all times by thin sheets of adhesive-backed tinted plexiglass to prevent any outside view of the interior. Routine maintenance is to be conducted periodically on SCP-7768's exterior to ensure it does not fall into a conspicuous state of disrepair.
+
One (1) member of Class-D staff (Presently D-107476) is to be allowed to remain inside SCP-7768 to improve the morale and disposition of SCP-7768-1, and there should be no attempts made to retrieve them by force. In the event that D-107476 should unexpectedly expire, be rejected by SCP-7768-1, or otherwise become unavailable as a companion for the entity, a suitable replacement should be found, evaluated, and introduced into SCP-7768.
+
Entry into SCP-7768 should be made only with approval from the head researcher in charge of SCP-7768 (Presently Dr. Pope) for scheduled maintenance of monitoring equipment, and for scheduled weekly visits from a Foundation psychotherapist (Presently Dr. Schmidt). All non-D-Class entries should be escorted by at least two (2) unarmed Anomalous Interior Exploration (AIE) specialists from MTF-Theta-41 ("House Flipper"). Formal research excursions are pending the approval of Proposal 7768-2.
+
Description: SCP-7768's exterior is a one-storey single-family residence constructed in the early 1980's, located in an outskirt neighborhood of █████████, ██████, though information about the house's ownership history, occupants, and exact construction records have not been located. Exterior windows display a view of the interior, switching between perspectives of rooms in different areas of the house at seemingly random intervals, consistent with other observed fluctuations in the interior's layout and contents. Attempts to open any windows from the outside have proven unsuccessful without risking damage to the exterior, which is to be avoided until the nature and mechanics of SCP-7768 are better understood. The exterior and its Architectural Matter (ArM) is otherwise completely unremarkable.
+
The interior of the building is a dense non-Euclidean labyrinth of rooms and hallways, with a shifting and often nonsensical layout. Only a small entryway located at the front door has been found to have stable and unchanging Architectural Matter, where remote monitoring equipment has been established. Current theory states that the interior is affected by the emotional state, impulses, and memories of SCP-7768-1. The interior appears divisible into distinct environments with corresponding contents and aesthetics; one in particular appears most dominant and common, visually consistent with the entryway and with the highest Stability and Cohesion (SaC) levels and visual detail. Other environments resemble other currently unidentified domestic homes, with varying levels of detail and Stability and Cohesion levels. Deeper into the house is a single locked interior door, through which SCP-7768-1's voice has been heard on the other side. The interior of this room has not been visually recorded or viewed by non-D-class personnel, but may contain a completely unique environment of interest to research staff. The surrounding ArM grows increasingly incoherent and unstable closer to this door, with environments blending together with no observable patterns.
+
Household items and utilities, including essentials such as food, water, electricity, and even clothing, can be found within SCP-7768. Any electronic devices within the building that were not introduced from the outside have no recorded ability to interact with any communication networks or radio frequencies on the outside, nor the ability to generate any frequencies or signals capable of reaching the outside. Anomalous frequencies operating just outside the known radio spectrum have been recorded by Foundation research equipment, often appearing when SCP-7768-1's voice is audible within the house.
+
Direct physical contact with SCP-7768-1 by Foundation research or tactical personnel has not yet been made due to its reclusive and timid demeanor, but verbal contact has yielded some information. It was one of the original occupants of the home before its transformation, is a young age somewhere in its early twenties (20's), suffers from severe mental health complications, and has previously been involved with an allegedly cult-like organization that has been marked as a Group of Interest. This GoI is likely to have been practicing unsanctioned thaumaturgy, and may provide leads into the origin of the anomaly.
+
Presently, D-107476 is the only member of Foundation personnel to have made direct contact with SCP-7768-1, after forming a rapport with the entity. Contact with the subject has been lost, but the entity claims they are in nominal condition. SCP-7768-1 appears to have become closely attached to D-107476 as a friend and confidant, and has stated a desire to keep D-107476 from the Foundation, which the entity claims was an action agreed upon by D-107476. Expectations are divided on whether D-107476's potential wishes to leave will be allowed by SCP-7768-1, which is anticipated to come at the end of their contractually obligated Foundation service.
Exploration Team: MTF-Theta-41 ("House Flipper") AIE Specialist Entry Team
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Subject: SCP-7768
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Team Lead: (41-1) Lieutenant Mel'nikov
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Team Members: (41-2) Specialist Nito, (41-3) Specialist O'Brien, (41-4) Corporal Carter
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Note: First MTF mobilization after an intercepted emergency services call reported a single shot fired and "strange sights and sounds". Local field agents investigated the location and assessed it as a potential Anomalous Interior. Objective is investigation and initial containment.
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[BEGIN LOG: 22:17]
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(41-1) Lt. Mel'nikov: "Command, this is Entry Team 41-Actual, helmet feed is now live, ready to commence on your mark.
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MTF Command: "Copy that, entry team. Make sure your stabilization anchors are ready, and remember your RoE. This is a quiet neighborhood, and we don't know if any sound you make inside will wake anyone up. Good luck team, you are now clear to proceed at your discretion. Mark."
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(41-1) Lt. Mel'nikov: "Copy, over."
+
With the team of four in place, Lt. Mel'nikov opens the front door and leads the team inside. They proceed with weapons raised, slowly and procedurally checking all corners as they move through the entryway and down the only available hallway. Spc. O'Brien periodically activates and drops a stability anchor on the floor, each with a glowing green light. After about ten minutes of exploration with no sign of hostile contacts, two team members begin to speak quietly to eachother.
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(41-4) Cpl. Carter: "These houses always creep me out. I prefer when industrial buildings get all anomalous, it's not so personal and uncanny."
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(41-2) Spc. Nito: "Hah, no way, not after that ███████ last year."
+
Lt. Mel'nikov raises a hand to signal for the team to stop, and the chatter immediately ceases. A voice can be faintly heard somewhere nearby, too garbled by echoes to be decipherable. Heavy breaths and sobs can also be heard. The team slowly proceeds towards the noises, weapons raised.
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SCP-7768-1: (Barely audible) "…Oh god, oh god oh god oh god, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…"
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(41-1) Lt. Mel'nikov: "Identify yourself! If you attack, we will shoot!"
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The team slowly proceeds into a sparsely furnished living room, where an indistinctly blurry, distorted figure can be seen kneeling within the reflections of an upright mirror and the frames of wall-mounted pictures. The voice can be heard echoing from all exits to the room, and crackling through the speakers of a nearby television set.
(41-2) Spc. Nito: "Hey, we're not here to hurt you. Can you tell us who you are?"
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Brief pause in speech, and the figure in the reflections appears to shift position. Despite a lack of discernible features, the whole team reported a powerful and sudden sense of feeling "looked at" from now until exit. Stability anchor sensors registered several minor shifts in the Architectural Matter of adjacent regions of the building, corroborated by some walls noticeably "twitching" on the recording.
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(41-4) Cpl. Carter: (Muttered) "Oh, shit."
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SCP-7768-1: "Oh god, oh god I'm dead, aren't I? Am I dead??"
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(41-2) Spc. Nito: "I'm Nito, we heard something strange happened, can you tell us what's going on here?"
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SCP-7768-1: "Who— who are you? How, how did you get here? W-What do you want?!"
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Camera shakes slightly as loose objects in the surrounding momentarily rattle, and wood can be heard groaning. Spc. Nito lowers his weapon and raises his hands.
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(41-2) Spc. Nito: "Hey, hey, easy. You're clearly pretty upset by something, we're just here to see if we can help. Can you tell me what's wrong?"
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SCP-7768-1: (Echoed voices suddenly much higher in volume) "P-Please don't hurt me! Just leave me alone!"
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There is another, more violent shake, causing the team to stumble slightly. An alarm beep begins sounding from the team's helmets as anchors register fluctuations outside safe ranges.
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(41-3) Spc. O'Brien: "Anchors reading major shifts!"
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(41-1) Lt. Mel'nikov: "Everyone, move, now!"
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The team retreats along the path they entered, with shifting walls and rapidly re-arranging rooms visible from the corners of the camera's frame. Each dropped anchor they run past is flashing a red light.
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[END LOG: 22:38]
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Addendum: Team exfiltration proceeded without further incident or contact. Stabilization anchors successfully maintained cohesion along the exit route, though their signals failed three minutes after exit. Team showed no evidence of anomalous contamination or effects after exposure. Building exterior's windows were covered, and will be monitored continuously for any further anomalous activity.
Note: After evaluation, D-107476 was sent inside SCP-7768 to make contact with SCP-7768-1. Dr. Pope hypothesizes that the entity will be more receptive to an unarmed individual than a tactical entry team. D-107476 was equipped with a flashlight, radio, first-aid kit, and audio recorder. Subject was briefed on necessary details and instructed to gather whatever information was available without agitating the entity.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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After the recording starts, there is little audio beyond the opening and closing of the front door, and footsteps on carpet. Approximately sixteen minutes in, footsteps stop.
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D-107476: (Muttering to self) "Man, what the hell is up with this place…? I swear I've walked through, like, three different houses by now."
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Distant, indecipherable echoes matching SCP-7768-1's voice become audible.
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D-107476: "Hello? Someone there?"
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Footsteps continue slowly, following the source of the noise
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D-107476: "If there's something in here, just know that I'm not looking for trouble, okay?"
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SCP-7768-1: (Multiple overlapping echoes) "Who… who are you?"
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D-107476: "My name's Sam. I think you're the one I'm supposed to talk to, right? I… can't see you, but I get a strong sense you can see me. I'm not armed or anything."
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SCP-7768-1: "W-What do you want?"
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D-107476: "Just wanna chat, ask a couple questions, nothing serious. Could you, uh… maybe step out somewhere I can see you, talk face to face? If, uh, if you have one?"
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SCP-7768-1: "Can you… just listen to me? Is that okay?"
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D-107476: "Yeah, yeah, that's fine with me. So, mind if I ask what your name is?"
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SCP-7768-1: "I'm not sure. It's… it's hard to think, everything just feels scattered and broken and foggy, and I'm… god, I'm so fucking scared, I don't know what's going on, o-or how much time is passing, or anything."
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There is a rattle from loose objects nearby.
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D-107476: "Hey, it's alright. You sound like you're in shock or something. This your house?"
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SCP-7768-1: "I… think so. S-Some of it, at least. It's all a swirling mess, it's… something's wrong. Something's really, really wrong, I… I think I tried to… tried to do something bad, but it's all just a blur, and everything started stretching and warping and I couldn't feel my body anymore, and then, then those people with guns showed up and started yelling, and they did something in some of the hallways that felt like I was being burned, a-and…"
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The entity trails off with a heavy breathing sound, accompanied by another rattle and the sound of flexing wood.
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D-107476: "Don't worry, you've got nothing to be sorry for, I just… don't know what's going on, either. But maybe you can help me understand, yknow? We can work it out together. You just gotta try and calm down. I dunno, maybe find some way to ground yourself. Ah, you can see me, right? What color's my jumpsuit?"
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SCP-7768-1: "Um… orange?"
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D-107476: "Bingo. My hair?"
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SCP-7768-1: "Black."
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D-107476: "Yep. Can you see the big number on the back of the suit?"
D-107476: "There we go. And I'm not gonna start changing any of that anytime soon, so you can count on those to stay the same."
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SCP-7768-1: "Yeah… Thank you, Sam."
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D-107476: "Any time. Mind if I try to find somewhere to sit?"
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SCP-7768-1: "Oh, sure, go ahead."
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Footsteps resume for approximately four more minutes, until stopping as the subject sits. SCP-7768-1 is now audible through the speakers of a nearby television set, in addition to usual echoes.
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SCP-7768-1: "So… somebody sent you here, right? What do they want? Can, can they help me?"
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D-107476: "Uhh, one sec."
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Radio squawks as D-107476 radios in to MTF Command.
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D-107476: "Hey, what can I tell them?"
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MTF Command: "Whatever you need to. Try to cut down on the chatter, we don't know what effects it might have on you. Get what we need, and get out. Over."
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D-107476: "Got it, boss. So… as far as I can tell, they're just called 'The Foundation.' They're some super secret research thing, they look into weird shit. That's pretty much all I'm allowed to know, I'm just some lab rat they recruited out of prison. You mentioned people with guns came in the other day, that was probably also them. Anyway, they want me to gather as much information as I can on what might've made the house all weird. So, do you know of anything you might've come in contact with that could have caused something like this? Something that might've affected the house, or you?"
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SCP-7768-1: "O-Okay, well… uh…"
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The entity pauses before continuing to speak, audibly taking a deep breath.
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SCP-7768-1: "There were… these people I used to hang around. I think I first started getting involved right after highschool. Um, they… were dealing in some really weird stuff. They were really, really strict about people in the group keeping it secret, and didn't like folks leaving. Talked about it being a family, and we all had to watch out for and protect eachother, and that meant keeping secrets, and… not questioning stuff. Uh, █████, he was… kinda the center of the whole thing, I guess. They did lots of stuff with trying to shift space around, making hiding places, or trying to find things. I was too new to really get to hear details on what they were doing, but they kept, like… doing these rituals. I, I never really got to see the end results, but they always… u-used… used me for them."
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SCP-7768-1's voice echoes grow quiet, now being primarily audible through the television speakers.
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D-107476: "Huh. Sounds like a gang… or a cult, I guess."
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Another audible wood creak can be heard in the recording.
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SCP-7768-1: "S-Something like that… Um, that— that might have something to do with this, I guess. I only got away from them a bit ago, but…"
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D-107476: "Uh… this room was bigger when I first came in, right?"
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SCP-7768-1: "I'm sorry… I, I shouldn't talk about this, I…"
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Audio from the speakers slowly becomes too garbled to clearly decipher
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D-107476: "Kiddo? You there?"
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A louder creak along with a low rumble comes from nearby.
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MTF Command: "This is MTF Command, return to the entrance, we're pulling you out."
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D-107476: "Got it. Hey, sorry to leave in a hurry. Nice to meet you, though."
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[END LOG]
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Addendum: D-107476 safely returned to MTF-Theta-41 ("House Flipper") custody for debriefing. No anomalous contamination or effects were found in the subject. Subject expressed concern for SCP-7768-1 and its well-being, and its receptiveness towards the subject has been noted. The organization mentioned by SCP-7768-1 has been noted as a potential Group of Interest, pending further investigation.
Note: D-107476 was issued identical equipment to the previous entry. Dr. Pope gave the objective to obtain permission for a short research excursion and the establishment of remote monitoring equipment, alongside continued questioning and rapport-building.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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After approximately five minutes after entry and the start of the recording, 107476 speaks.
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D-107476: "Hey, kiddo, I'm back! Dunno if you can hear— (small gasp) Jesus."
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D-107476 startles, rattling the recording device.
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D-107476: "I don't know why I can always feel it so strongly when you're looking at me. I don't even know how to explain that it even is you looking at me. Was really sudden that time."
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SCP-7768-1: "Oh, sorry. H-Hi, Sam. I… felt the door open and was looking to see who came in."
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D-107476: "Bet you're glad it's not more Foundation stiffs with rifles. Hey, how exactly can you see me, anyway? You're not invisibly lurking right behind me or something, are you? Heheh."
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SCP-7768-1: "No, no nothing like that, I-I think. It's… weird. I can see almost everything in the house, all layered on top of eachother. It's like, uhh… it's like when somebody's talking, and the TV's on, and somebody outside is making noise or whatever, and you can pick what to focus on. But it's like… my sight. I mostly see out of, uh… my body? I guess? But, but everything else is layered on top of that, and if I see or feel or hear something on one of those layers, I can focus on it."
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D-107476: "That sorta makes sense, yeah. Hey, did you ever happen to remember your name?"
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D-107476 grunts accompanied by the squeak of furniture springs as they sit.
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SCP-7768-1: "Oh, uh. Kinda."
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The entity pauses before continuing.
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SCP-7768-1: "They… they took it from me."
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D-107476: "What do you mean, who did?"
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SCP-7768-1: "That, um… you called it a cult, when I told you about it. They said I didn't need one, that I was just a part of the whole. A-At some point, I just stopped even remembering what it used to be, they did so much shit to my head that… I-I guess they made me forget. Ripped it away from me. I remember that I chose it myself, that I worked so hard to get a name that fit me just right once I realized I wasn't cis, and they just… they destroyed that."
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There is a very brief rattle and groan from the nearby Architectural Matter. D-107476 pauses before speaking again.
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D-107476: "…Shhhit, kid. That's… that's pretty fucked up. I don't really know what to say, other than I'm sorry."
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SCP-7768-1: "I… I'm sorry. Thank you. I, I didn't mean to just drop that on you, uh… did you have more questions?"
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D-107476: "Hey, don't worry about it. I'm sure the information is still appreciated. And indeed I do. It's kind of a big one, but there's some scientists that want to come in here and do some poking around, and maybe set up a couple things to monitor the place for research. They promised nobody armed, it'd only be a group of three, and they wouldn't take too long. They'd come in as soon as I leave, as long as I get your blessing."
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SCP-7768-1's voice becomes quieter, primarily audible through a nearby device D-107476 later identified as a stereo.
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SCP-7768-1: "Oh, u-uh… I… I don't know. Can we just… k-keep talking a little longer?"
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D-107476: "Fine with me. Not like I got anywhere else to be, either. Even if it's a bit spooky, this place is a lot nicer than the cell they've got me in."
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SCP-7768-1: "You said they recruited you from prison, right? Do they keep you locked up still?"
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D-107476 sighs.
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D-107476: "…Yeah. Something about it being 'standard protocol' for somebody with a record like mine."
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SCP-7768-1: "What do you mean, what kind of record?"
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D-107476: "Oh, kiddo… I was on death row, I don't think you wanna know."
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SCP-7768-1: "Oh, I'm sorry, of course, I, I shouldn't have asked, it's just… you seem so nice, it's… odd that they treat you like that."
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D-107476: "Yeah."
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D-107476 pauses for approximately a full minute, taking a deep breath before speaking again.
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D-107476: "I shot my dad, in his own home. Almost got my mom, too. Totally premeditated. I plead guilty, but the judge and DA were so appalled at the familicide thing that I wound up on the chopping block anyway. Fair enough, I guess."
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SCP-7768-1: "…Oh."
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D-107476: "Yeah. Told you you didn't wanna know."
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SCP-7768-1: "…Why'd you do it?"
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Another lengthy pause.
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D-107476: "They just… both treated me so awful, my whole life. They ruined every chance I could find at getting my own footing in life outside of their control, and… I thought I had nothing to lose, and they were both to blame. But, after a while in prison, waiting for my time, some Foundation rep showed up between a couple of guards, offered me a shot to turn things around."
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SCP-7768-1: "Wait, so, you get to go free after this?"
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D-107476: "Well, kinda. I'd get a reduced sentence, and just serve a couple more years. Like I said, I'm mostly a lab rat that they throw into various science-breaking meatgrinders for research purposes. I figure, hey: If I make it through all this, I get a second chance at living my life. And if I don't… maybe that's okay, too. 'Cause, look, I know the score. I know I just got caught up in this massive, generations-long, tangled-up cycle of violence, and I'm just another spoke in the wheel. It's gotta stop somewhere, right? …Might as well be with me."
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SCP-7768-1: "But… y-you don't have to die to break that cycle, right?"
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D-107476: "Well… guess we'll see."
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About eighty seconds of silence later, D-107476 can be heard rapidly standing to their feet, swearing under their breath.
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D-107476: "Th'fuck was that? I saw something move in the reflections of the stuff on the wall. I… I swear there's something in them that isn't in the room, but I can't make it out. The hell's going on?"
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SCP-7768-1: "S-Sorry, I, u-uh… I don't know how to explain, I j-just…"
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Loose objects audibly rattle.
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D-107476: "Hey, hang on, you're not in trouble, you just gave me a startle. Try not to freak out on me, alright? The walls start moving whenever you do."
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SCP-7768-1: "I-I know, I'm sorry, I just… I don't want you to be mad at me, you're the only one I've been able to talk to this whole time, a-and… I still don't know what happened to me or the house, o-or what's going on at all! Do you… do you think those scientists can help me? Like, m-maybe they could figure it out, a-and fix me?"
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D-107476: "It's alright, I'm not mad. I don't know how much they could help, but… they'd definitely be the most well-qualified to at least figure things out, as far as I know."
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SCP-7768-1: "Then… fuck. Then tell them that they can… l-look around, I guess. I-I don't really have any other options, do I?"
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D-107476: "I wish you did, kiddo. I really do. I'll keep my fingers crossed for you, hopefully they treat you alright."
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MTF Command: "'76, we're preparing our research team now. Exit the house."
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D-107476: "Alright, on my way. See you around, hopefully I can visit again soon."
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SCP-7768-1: "Bye, Sam. I hope… I hope you make it."
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D-107476: (Quietly) "Thanks, kiddo."
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[END LOG]
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Addendum: D-107476 safely returned to MTF-Theta-41 ("House Flipper") custody for debriefing. No anomalous contamination or effects were found in the subject. D-107476 attempted to advocate for humane treatment of SCP-7768-1. Subject failed to recall a clear description of any sightings of the entity, and reflections described match MTF entry team footage. Dr. Pope theorized they coincide with the nearby presence of SCP-7768-1 in the house, and insisted on joining the research team. (See expedition log below.)
EXPEDITION TEAM: AIE Specialist Lt. Mel'nikov and Spc. O'Brien, Doctors Pope and Emerson
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SUBJECT: SCP-7768
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NOTE: Research expedition with the primary goal of setting up monitoring and data-gathering equipment, the secondary goal of exploring and charting the house, and the tertiary goal of direct visual contact with SCP-7768-1. Dr Pope emphasized a need to "tread lightly" to avoid agitating SCP-7768-1, and required AIE specialists be unarmed, but authorized usage of stability anchors for their safety.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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TIME: 18:16 - Initial entry into SCP-7768. Entryway identical to footage recorded by MTF entry team and as described by D-107476. A comprehensive Stability and Cohesion (SaC) scan has found the Architectural Matter of the entryway stable, with no changes recent enough to be detectable.
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TIME: 18:34 - Monitoring equipment set up near front door, with a confirmed secure encrypted connection to MTF monitoring station.
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TIME: 18:36 - All readings except SaC activity in the broader area check as nominal.
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TIME: 18:41 - Research team proceeds inside. All note a sudden feeling of being watched, but short-range motion detectors reveal no activity. Scans of psychic activity proved inconclusive. Psy-counters left active to monitor ongoing activity.
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TIME: 18:47 - Spc. O'Brien deploys first stability anchor.
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TIME: 18:49 - Primary environment aesthetically consistent with the entryway designated 7768-Internal Environment-1, or IE-1. Consistently contains a short-trim beige carpet, off-white plaster walls, numerous namely framed images of indistinct subjects on the walls, upholstered and wooden furnishings, consumer electronics, and dome light fixtures attached to the ceiling. All objects found seem to be in unremarkable condition, and show scanned SaC levels consistent with the surrounding Architectural Matter (AM). Rooms found so far consist largely of living rooms, hallways, empty closets, and bathrooms with running water.
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TIME: 18:58 - Verbal contact made with SCP-7768-1. Vocal presence coincided with increased activity recorded by psy-counters. Dr. Pope introduced herself, and asked to meet the entity in person. Entity declined. Entity then asked if the anchors were necessary, expressed experiencing physical discomfort at their activation. Dr. Pope stated that they were for the team's safety, but assured that the expedition would not last long.
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TIME: 19:13 - Dr. Pope questions the entity on the "cult" it was in contact with. Entity relayed information consistent with thaumaturgic practices pertaining to creating and modifying Anomalous Interiors. Before concrete information about the group's leadership or details about their practices could be ascertained, entity became distressed and withdrew from discussion on the topic. Psy-counter activity dipped, but did not return to nominal levels.
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TIME: 19:40 - Research team's wandering brings them to an area designated IE-2. Environment consists of wood-paneled walls, beige shag carpet, consumer electronic devices appearing to be much older than those in IE-1, leather and wooden furnishings, and light fixtures largely comprised of floor lamps. Much more sparsely decorated, with environment-native objects lacking visual detail when closely examined, with SaC levels notably lower than IE-1 in both objects and ArM. The area found within this environment only consisted of a living room, bathroom with running water, and hallway.
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TIME: 19:42 - Spc. O'Brien deploys second stability anchor.
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TIME: 19:48 - Research team exits IE-2, and returns to IE-1, where a kitchen is found, stocked with unremarkable dry and canned goods in the cupboards, and perishables in the refrigerator. Samples from both have been taken for examination.
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TIME: 19:51 - SCP-7768-1 makes second verbal contact, asking when next it may speak with D-107476. Dr. Pope promised another visit soon, and inquired about the Internal Environments. Entity stated that it was primarily its home, but the other environments resembled the homes of close friends or family members according to its memories. Psy-counter activity rises again, and does not diminish for the remainder of the expedition.
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TIME: 19:55 - Entity reiterates discomfort from anchors. Dr. Pope assures they will be used more sparsely from now on, and tells Spc. O'Brien to deploy them as sparingly as possible.
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TIME: 20:01 - Team notices a silhouette reflected in the wall decorations, consistent with previous instances. Dr. Pope asks if the entity is nearby. Entity evades answering. Dr. Emerson observes that the entity seems afraid of the four of them, remarking on conflict-aversion potentially making research easier.
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TIME: 20:08 - Team briefly passes through an area designated IE-3, only consisting of a dead-end hallway and bedroom, but with SaC levels nearly equal to that of IE-1, with objects depicted in sharp detail equivalent to those found in IE-1. SCP-7768-1 pleads the team to move on from the bedroom. Team complies to avoid agitating the entity.
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TIME: 20:21 - SaC monitoring equipment alerts team to a dip in levels as they proceed. Walls visibly "twitch" and the already indistinct contents of framed images are seen slowly swirling. Spc. O'Brien deploys a third stability anchor.
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TIME: 20:45 - Proceeding further into the house, psy-counter activity steadily climbs. Dr. Emerson stops for a more comprehensive scan of psychic activity, which largely registers noise yielding no solid data to clarify origin, type, or potential effects.
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TIME: 20:48 - Team encounters a hallway consistent with IE-2, but no rooms or additional paths before returning to IE-1. SaC monitoring registers levels dipping below nominal in the team's immediate surroundings.
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TIME: 20:50 - Spc. O'Brien deploys a fourth stability anchor, which immediately transmits an alert for SaC levels below nominal upon activation.
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TIME: 20:52 - SCP-7768-1, whose voice is notably clearer and less garbled by echoes, though audibly strained, apologizes for the surroundings becoming "weirder," presumably referencing diminishing SaC levels. Dr. Pope responds with an acceptance of the apology, and requests that the entity make its best effort to hold things together. Entity promises to do its best.
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TIME: 21:00 - Environment's visual clarity deteriorates as the team proceeds, and light fixtures become sparse enough to necessitate usage of flashlights. No singular Internal Environment can be identified, but elements from the three encountered, as well as others not yet identified, are visible in furnishings, flooring, decorations, etc. All of which hold inconsistent levels of visual detail. Some objects appear to "bleed" into eachother, with physical forms appearing melted and partially merged together, consistent with highly unstable ArM.
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TIME: 21:03 - Spc. O'Brien deploys a fifth stability anchor, and advises that they should not stay much longer. Lt. Mel'nikov agrees.
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TIME: 21:09 - Dr. Emerson spots an area re-arrange itself in real time, and the team watches as a large room adjacent to them occasionally shifts and fades between different room contents and layouts, without settling on one for more than one (1) minute. Scans of nearby AM show hazardously low SaC levels in the fluctuating area, but enough stability to proceed along the path forward.
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TIME: 21:14 - Research team encounters an interior door, which unlike all others so far encountered, is firmly locked. SCP-7768-1's voice can be heard through it, pleading the team to leave. Psy-counters register highest recorded activity. ArM SaC levels both monitored by the research team's carried equipment, and the anchors so far deployed, all register dips into dangerous levels. Dr. Pope asks the entity if she can ask a few questions, and the entity only insists that they leave, reiterating the pain caused by the anchors. Dr. Emerson and Lt. Mel'nikov advise a swift retreat, and Dr. Pope agrees.
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TIME: 21:49 - The rooms and objects adjacent to the research team's path back to the entryway can be seen twitching or moving, with some rooms along the way actively re-arranging. However, the stability anchors maintain a cohesive path back out as the team maintains a brisk pace.
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TIME: 22:33 - Successful exit through the entryway. Dr. Pope asks Spc. O'Brien to remotely disable all anchors, but remote contact with them is lost before he can.
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[END LOG]
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ADDENDUM: The food samples taken from the kitchen-like area have proved unremarkable, and the team was found to have no anomalous contamination or effects upon leaving. Doctors Pope and Emerson feel confident in ruling out that the house itself was previously anomalous, and its transformation into a non-Euclidean Anomalous Interior likely stem from SCP-7768-1 and anomalous contamination from the GoI.
Note: D-107476 was issued identical equipment to the previous entry. Subject tasked with reaching the locked door discovered on the research expedition and, if possible, leverage extant rapport with SCP-7768-1 to gain entry and report on interior.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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On entering, D-107476 calls out a greeting, but receives no reply. Subject walks for five minutes before trying again.
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D-107476: "Hey, Kiddo, you there?"
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SCP-7768-1: "Hi, Sam. I tried to reply when you first came in, b-but I don't seem to be able to throw my voice that far…"
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D-107476: "No worries. So, hey, do you mind if I, like… go further into this place?"
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There is a pause before the entity responds.
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SCP-7768-1: "…Do they want you to go to the locked door they found?"
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D-107476: "…Yeah. They didn't treat you too bad when they came in, did they?"
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SCP-7768-1: "Well… not too bad, I guess. I wish they wouldn't use those anchor things, though…"
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D-107476: "I'm sorry, kiddo. I'm sure they'd say it's 'standard procedure' or some shit, but it sucks that you have to go through that."
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SCP-7768-1: "Yeah… well, uh. Anyway. I mostly just really wanted them to leave after all that, b-but… I could let you in, if you want."
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D-107476: "Alright. Well, how do I get to this door?"
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SCP-7768-1: "Um… it'll be easiest if I just give you directions as you go, I think."
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D-107476: "Sounds good to me."
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The entity begins to guide D-107476 through simple instructions of left and right turns. About twenty minutes in, instructions start becoming more complex, such as asking the subject to step through a closet or to crawl through a kitchen cupboard for 'shortcuts' through the house. Eventually, directions become straightforward again after a long hallway. Guided traversal through the building continues for another fifteen minutes, until reaching the locked door. From here onward, SCP-7768-1's voice no longer echoes, and sounds as though in local physical space.
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D-107476: "Well… looks like I'm here."
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SCP-7768-1: (Muffled through door) "Y-Yeah…"
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D-107476: "Oh, shit, wait, are you, like… in there-in there?"
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SCP-7768-1: "Yeah. I… can't really leave. I can like, project myself, but it gets harder and weaker the further out I go, like how I couldn't even reply when you first came in and said something. I'm… trapped, as far as I can tell."
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D-107476: "Oh. Well, uh… think I could come in? Would be nice to finally see you face-to-face."
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SCP-7768-1 audibly takes a deep breath, and is silent for a moment. Then, a metallic click is registered by the recording.
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SCP-7768-1: "It's unlocked."
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D-107476 opens the door, which squeaks loudly as the hinges move. Audio of foliage rustling and cicadas chirping can be heard in the distance once the door is open.
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D-107476: (Under breath) "Holy shit."
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MTF Command: "'76, what do you see?"
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D-107476: "It's… it's outdoors?? There's a night sky with stars up there, but no moon. There's a wood floor, but only in a radius, there's just… darkness past a certain point, no walls that I can see, but… I think that's a street lamp, way off in the distance ahead of me. There's just… normal bedroom stuff in the middle, bed, desk, dresser, that sorta thing. Fucking weird. Hey, buddy, where'd you go?"
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SCP-7768-1: "U-Uh… behind the dresser. I'm… I'm coming out now, just— d-don't freak out, please…"
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D-107476: "What do you m— Oh. Whoa."
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SCP-7768-1: "Hi, Sam…"
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D-107476: "Hey, kiddo. You're… you look like—"
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SCP-7768-1 chuckles softly.
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SCP-7768-1: "Y-Yeah, I know… Um, my old body didn't look like this, it was just… a normal human body. I, uh… I like this one a lot more though, but it's… it's hard to say it's worth being trapped here."
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D-107476: "Yeah, I think I getcha. Well, nice to finally see you. I like the tail."
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SCP-7768-1: "Thank you, Sam. Uh… could I… talk to you about something?"
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MTF Command: "'76, can you describe the entity?"
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D-107476: "One sec, boss. Uh, what's up?"
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SCP-7768-1: "I, um… hang on, j-just a sec."
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D-107476's bootsteps audibly echo as they step further into the room. Audio suspected to be some sort of paper being exchanged is briefly heard.
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D-107476: "Lemme see here… Hm. You sure about this?"
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SCP-7768-1: "O-Only if you want to. And you don't have to, a-at all."
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MTF Command: "'76, what's going on?"
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The subject heaves a frustrated sigh.
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D-107476: "…Ah, what the hell. Fuck it."
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The audio transmission records the sound of a single sharp impact before the feed goes dead.
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MTF Command: "'76, come in! Report! …Shhhit."
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[END LOG]
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Addendum: Contact was lost with D-107476. All immediate attempts made to re-establish contact have been unsuccessful. As per procedure, MTF Command will wait 24 hours since loss of contact before preparing a retrieval team, with attempts made to re-establish contact made every hour.
Exploration Team: MTF-Theta-41 ("House Flipper") AIE Specialist Entry Team
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Subject: SCP-7768
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Team Lead: (41-1) Lieutenant Mel'nikov
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Team Members: (41-2) Specialist Nito, (41-3) Specialist O'Brien, (41-4) Corporal Carter
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Note: After 24 hours, team prepared for entry with the objective of subject recovery, and deployed before sunrise. Spc. O'Brien was cleared to make more frequent use of stabilization anchors given increased potential for hostile resistance.
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[BEGIN LOG: 05:30]
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(41-1) Lt. Mel'nikov: "MTF Command, this is Entry Team 41-Actual, helmet feed is now live, ready to proceed for subject retrieval on your mark, over."
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MTF Command: "Copy that, team leader. Subject is presumed to be behind the locked door deep in the house, use your breach charges if you have to. If that fails, at least get us some answers, but fall back at the first sign of danger. Mark."
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(41-1) Lt. Mel'nikov: "Acknowledged, over."
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Lt. Mel'nikov opens the door, and the team of four proceeds inside. They move swiftly and quietly through the house, with Spc. O'Brien periodically deploying anchors more liberally than previous entries. Walls can be seen twitching and loose objects periodically rattle as they proceed. After fifteen minutes at a swift, constant pace, the team's path straight forward according to helmet compasses brings them back to the second dropped anchor.
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(41-4) Cpl. Carter: "The fuck? It didn't do that last time."
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(41-1) Lt. Mel'nikov: "Command, this is entry team, has the path deeper into the house ever been recursive?"
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MTF Command: "This is command, that's a negative. Pick another cardinal and move, see if it loops again, over."
Lt. Mel'nikov points to a perpendicular direction to the path taken thus far, and the team begins to move forward. Almost immediately, all lights flicker out, necessitating usage of infrared night vision and IR illuminators.
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(41-4) Cpl. Carter: (Muttering to self) "I reeeally don't like this…"
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(41-1) Lt. Mel'nikov: "Can it."
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After twenty minutes of continued travel, the path returns to the fifth dropped anchor. Paths not maintained by the anchors and the objects within appear almost as though "melting" slightly.
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(41-3) Spc. O'Brien: "Looks like our host doesn't want houseguests. SaC levels are holding, but the paths are still looping."
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(41-2) Spc. Nito: "Lieutenant, permission to try making contact with the entity?"
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(41-1) Lt. Mel'nikov: "Worth a shot. Just be ready to haul ass at the first sign of trouble."
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The team nods, and Spc. Nito lowers his weapon and holds out his empty hands before speaking with a raised voice.
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(41-2) Spc. Nito: "Hey, can you hear me? We just want to find 107476."
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Surrounding loose objects rattle as the ground momentarily shakes, before SCP-7768-1's voice can be heard, echoing from all directions.
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SCP-7768-1: (Audibly strained) "I… I-I won't let you. I'm keeping them safe, they don't wanna be in a cell anymore, a-and… and I don't want to be alone."
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(41-2) Spc. Nito: "Well… are they okay? Is everyone safe?"
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As Spc. Nito communicates with the entity, Lt. Mel'nikov speaks in a very low voice into his radio.
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(41-1) Lt. Mel'nikov: (Quietly) "Command, this is entry team, we have a potential hostage situation, over."
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MTF Command: "Copy that, entry team. I'm monitoring your cam feed, stand by."
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SCP-7768-1: "They're… they're okay, I-I'm letting them stay in one of the rooms, I'm keeping it stable for them."
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(41-2) Spc. Nito: "Okay, good. Is there something you want in exchange for '76's return?"
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SCP-7768-1: "W-What? Wait, no, nonono, they're… they're not a prisoner, they agreed to stay here! Like I said, I'm… I'm keeping them safe. I won't let you take them back, you don't even use their name! Please, just go. Leave us alone. Those anchors hurt so much."
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MTF Command: "Entry team, this is command. Don't risk further agitating it, and pull back. If one expendable D-class is enough to placate the entity, we may have a foothold for the researchers. Over."
Team extracts via following stability anchors without any further recursion or resistance. Upon exiting, remote contact with stability anchors is lost again.
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[END LOG: 10:13]
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Addendum: All further attempts to re-establish contact with or retrieve D-107476 have been suspended indefinitely.
On a once-weekly basis, a Foundation psychotherapist should be escorted into SCP-7768, only far enough to facilitate communication with SCP-7768-1. This will allow further analysis of the entity's past, evaluation of its cognitive and emotional states, and to improve the entity's morale. This will serve to facilitate cooperation with the entity, expected to lead to increased stability and cohesion of the interior's architectural matter. Secondarily, the psychotherapist will hopefully also be able to check in on the status of D-107476. The psychotherapist of choice will be chosen and evaluated by Doctors Pope and Emerson for suitability according to current knowledge of the entity, and escorted by two (2) plainclothes, unarmed members of MTF-Theta-41 ("House Flipper") during each visit.
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ADDENDUM: One Dr. Schmidt has been evaluated and approved. She has begun routine visits into the anomaly. Usage of stability anchors has been suspended for these visits, but ArM SaC levels are constantly monitored to ensure safety.
Organize further research excursions into SCP-7768 with larger, more well-equipped teams. Ideally, this will come with the cooperation of SCP-7768-1 to ensure enough ArM stability to eliminate the need for stability anchors, and to ensure minimal obstacles in venturing through the interior. The anchors have consistently been shown to agitate the entity, and despite their ability to maintain cohesive exit paths for long enough for an entry team to extract, the distress of the entity seems to pose a larger threat to the viability of research endeavors. One occasion has shown that if outsiders are unwelcome enough, paths into the house will become recursive to prevent ingress. If the efforts of Dr. Schmidt and the ongoing presence of D-107476 help improve the entity's morale sufficiently, research excursions may even become routine enough to allow complete understanding of this particular anomaly.
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ADDENDUM: Proposal 7768-2 will be considered 'on hold' until the full cooperation and approval of SCP-7768-1 can be acquired.
NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION
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This version of the article is dated 6/17/1952 and is outdated. Information in this article may be inaccurate and in certain cases, false. Proceed with caution.
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4/8148 LEVEL 4/8148
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Item #: SCP-8148
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Object Class: Keter
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Description: SCP-8148 is a 180.34 cm tall Type Blue 27-year-old caucasian male who refers to itself as “Doctor Silvian King.” SCP-8148 believes itself to be a Foundation Researcher of thaumatology.1 No Foundation employee has been taught thaumatology due to its anomalous nature. There is also no record of the Foundation employing a "Doctor Silvian King" at any point in its history. Despite SCP-8148 visibly aging while in containment, it always remanifests at 27 years old.
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SCP-8148’s anomalous effect appears when a Temporary Object-Holding Site contains at least 1 temporary dormitory. Appearing to be asleep, at exactly 00:00, SCP-8148 may manifest inside the bed of an empty temporary dormitory. The likelihood of an SCP-8148 instance manifesting increases with the number of SCP objects and D-Class stored at the site. SCP-8148 will wake up at 08:00, and, during the day, will usually attempt to aid staff in their activities. SCP-8148 shows varying degrees of knowledge in the task it attempts to assist in. Its behavior is also highly dependent on manifestation.
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SCP-8148 has reacted to staff in a variety of ways ranging from complete obedience to orders given to it, to disregarding staff and acting outwardly violent towards them. On rare occasions, SCP-8148 has attempted to break into on-site armories.
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SCP-8148 will stay manifested until its anomalous effects trigger again, at which point it will demanifest and a new manifestation of SCP-8148 will appear. This effect persists after death. Within 24 hours after the manifestation of SCP-8148, SCP-8148-1 will occur. SCP-8148-1 is the breach of containment at the site where SCP-8148 manifested. SCP-8148-1 has been observed containing several different types of breaches, all of which are listed below:
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The breach of Keter Class anomalies.
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The breach of Euclid class anomalies.
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The invasion of the Site by an enemy GOI.
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The invasion of the Site by an anomaly.
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The escape attempt of D-Class Personnel.
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The manifestation of a new anomaly.
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SCP-8148 believes that it has survived all SCP-8148-1 instances it's interacted with. SCP-8148's behavior is inconsistent along with its memory of all the SCP-8148-1 events it has been involved with, commonly forgetting or referring to SCP-8148-1 events that not occurred.
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Addendum 8148.1-476: The following is a series of video logs from SCP-8148 manifestations.
NOTE: SCP-8148 manifested 2 days after the transfer of SCP-████ onto Temporary Object-Holding Site-12B.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Footage retrieved from the cafeteria located on level 5.
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16:04: SCP-8148 enters the cafeteria and sits next to Dr. Carlos Blacke. It and the doctor are seen talking to each other for 22 minutes as they eat.
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16:26: An SCP-8148-1 event occurs and SCP-████ breaches containment. Alarms start blaring and both SCP-8148 and Dr. Carlos Blacke go to a Breach Shelter.
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Footage retrieved from the camera located in Hallway 5-12B.
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16:32: Both SCP-8148 and Dr. Carlos Blacke arrive at BS:5-22.
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Footage retrieved from the camera located in BS:5-2.
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16:36: On-site security stationed in the Shelter identify and detain SCP-8148.
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18:43: MTF successfully recontain SCP-████ and retrieve SCP-8148.
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SCP-████ was safely relocated to Site-18. SCP-8148 was transferred to Site-02 and stayed there till its demanifestation 6 weeks later. Dr. Carlos Blacke was interviewed on his conversation with SCP-8148; and stated that he and it were talking about their favorite novels, with SCP-8148 naming several novels that do not exist.3
NOTE: Due to several D-Class transfer requests from Site-19, Temporary Object-Holding Site-18B was acceding the recommended maximum capacity for D-Class stored on site.
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11:00: A group of seven D-Class are returning to their cells, being escorted by two guards.
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11:02: An SCP-8148-1 event occurs and, before reaching the cell block, three D-Class attack one of the guards while two others attack the second one. They manage to overpower and disarm the guards, shooting them. They proceed to break into the cell block, unlocking all cells in the process. All on-site security is called to deal with the situation.
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11:06: SCP-8148 is seen walking down the hallway when two security guards intercept it. They tell SCP-8148 to retreat deeper into the facility. After 2 minutes of noncompliance from SCP-8148, the two guards identify SCP-8148 and attempt to detain it. SCP-8148 resists and attempts to take one of the guard's firearms. The second guard terminates SCP-8148 and both leave.
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All D-Class that contributed to the riot were terminated and incinerated. The 2 security guards that encountered SCP-8148 described that it was attempting to offer its help to resolve the breach. Once identified as an SCP-8148 instance, it became hostile, stating that its arrest was "unjustified" and "unimportant compared to the breach currently occurring."
NOTE: Security Officer Thomas Strider had been stationed at the nightshift at the Temporary Dormitories at Temporary Object-Holding Site-02.
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Footage retrieved from the camera located in the Temporary Dormitories hallway.
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23:46: Security Officer Thomas Strider breaks into and enters Temporary Dormitory 16. Nothing occurs for 15 minutes.
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00:01: The sounds of thuds and glass breaking are heard for a few seconds before 2 gunshots are heard.
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00:03: SCP-8148, noticeably bleeding, exits Temporary Dormitory 16 with a Foundation Standard Issued handgun and starts walking down the hallway. Security intercepts SCP-8148 and terminates it.
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[END LOG]
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The corpse of Security Officer Thomas Strider was found inside Temporary Dormitory 16 with scorch marks across his body and a bullet in his head. A radio, a blueprint of the site, and several letters with symbols originating from The Chaos Insurgency were found. Several runes were drawn in blood and scratched into the walls around the room. Background checks on Security Officer Thomas Strider confirmed that he had never been hired by the Foundation. Investigations into how he was able to infiltrate security are ongoing.
⚠️ Content warning: This article contains representations and/or depictions of self-harm, parental abuse, and maternal trauma associated with childbirth and pregnancy mortalities that some readers might find uncomfortable.
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SCP-8155: Maternal Abatement
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SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCERDURES: SCP-8155 is contained within Site-196 inside an airtight metal container cell, oxygen should not be allowed into the room on any occasion to prevent the regeneration and completion of SCP-8155. SCP-8155's containment should not be completed, only achieved. Completion of SCP-8155 should be prevented, however achievements gained by SCP-8155 are encouraged and deemed necessary to the stabilization of SCP-8155.
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DESCRIPTION: SCP-8155 is an infoallergenic meme-complex that displays highly aggressive and predatory properties and behavior towards evolutionary subconsciousness' and basic ideatic concepts and memes that are incompatible or dominatable by SCP-8155. For example, hostility has been documented towards those relating to ideas of pride, satisfaction, self-fulfillment, maternal instinct, childbirth, and gestating eggs the mammalian womb. The infoallergenic properties of SCP-8155 cause a strong antimemetic influence on consistent descriptions about the main ideas of SCP-8155 itself and correlation to events it is involved in, however its subsidiary memes within its complex do not hold the same antimemetic properties, but instead are highly memetic and express an extreme level of virulency and hostility; capable of causing an AK-Class Scenario in which SCP-8155 self-replicates until it replaces all incompatible concepts.1
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DISCOVERY: SCP-8155 first manifested within the 1st of March in 1999, and was promptly discovered by the Foundation after the sudden dramatic decrease of birth rates worldwide as well as the unusual increase and prevalence of crimes involving neonaticide,2 which is believed to have occurred due to SCP-8155's influence over human collective consciousness (Noosphere).
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ADDENDUM-8155-1 - 1999/03/02: A list of events have been documented that occurred after SCP-8155's discovery:
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Addenda-1: SCP-8155 is discovered.
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Result: Containment of SCP-8155 is attempted. Significant parts of SCP-8155 are destroyed within the process, however containment is successfully achieved within Site-196.
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Note: SCP-8155 is noted to attempt regeneration of itself but fails due to the lack of oxygen.
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Addenda-2: Researcher Chistopher Blashman realizes containment of SCP-8155 has been achieved, but not completed.
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Result: All of Christopher Blashman's internal organs vanish several seconds after the realization despite seeming perfectly fine on the outside. His walking hollow shell was not found until a week after.
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Note: Blashman was later formally terminated from Foundation employment upon the discovery of all of Blashman's supposed diplomas and past job positions to be forged.
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Addenda-3: Site-196 attempts completing the containment of SCP-8155.
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Result: SCP-8155 containment becomes complete, however SCP-8155 later breaches due to the containment cell being incompatible for SCP-8155. Containment remains unachieved.
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Note: Significant activity observed within the human noosphere after completion of containment as well as 37% of human purpose within women becomes unattainable. Self-harm and self-destructive tendencies are noted to skyrocket and increase worldwide.
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Addenda-4: Site-196 attempts to sever parts of SCP-8155.
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Result: SCP-8155's containment is achieved but becomes incomplete.
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Note: All feline and canine animals within a four-mile radius of SCP-8155's incompletion decompress into a fine, slimy genetic substance3 comparable to melted caramel or chewy gummy candy. Many personnel were asked to test the taste of the substance, with most personnel stating that it tastes quite fulfilling and invigorating.
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ADDENDUM-8155-2 - 1999/03/11: Several days after the containment achievement of SCP-8155, SCP-8155 underwent completion and breached containment for four days before being severed once again and recontained. Several personnel that were nearby SCP-8155 at the time of its breach underwent complete career reconsideration and no longer deemed their employment at Site-196 to be effectively worthy or rewardable long-term and sought to "reevaluate" their life goals. All such personnel shortly discharged from the Foundation afterwards in order to pursue new careers, all of which were notably within either janitorial, prostitutional, or waste-managemental careers/positions. During SCP-8155's breach, it had spread to a small town within Wyoming with a population of 258, in which approximately 45% of residents experienced numerous organ failures including that of the human soul. Afterwards these same residents of the city would later enter a state of extreme illness with symptoms including leg paralysis, asthenia, cognitive impairment, poor work ethic & laziness, and sudden cases of clinical existential depression.
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INCIDENT-8I55-A - 1999/03/21: SCP-8155 attempts to breach. Site-196 attempts to recontain. The following events occur:
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Addenda-1: An attempt is made to complete both SCP-8155 and the containment of SCP-8155 simultaneously.
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Result: Rebirth retroactively opens upon reality upon unanimous completion, causing the inversion of the genealogic hierarchy of reality with severe abstraction as a side effect. As a result of the inversion, SCP-8155 becomes the Womb. Site-196 becomes the Child. Despite changes, Site-196 pursues recontainment. See additional Addenda for results.
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Addenda-2: Site-196 fails.
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Addenda-3: SCP-8155 succeeds.
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Addenda-4: Site-196 attempts to succeed.
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Result: Fails.
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Addenda-5: Site-196 attempts to succeed again.
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Result: Fails.
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Addenda-6: SCP-8155 attempts to succeed its failure.
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Addenda-0: SCP-8155 attempts to complete.
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Result: Fails. (I.e. Decay)
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Addenda-0: SCP-8155 attempts to complete again.
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Result: Fails. (I.e. Devastation)
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Addenda-0: SCP-8155 attempts to fail.
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Result: Fails. (I.e. Shame)
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Addenda-0: Site-196 attempts to achieve and complete SCP-8155.
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Result: Fails. (I.e. Rejection)
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Addenda-0: Site-196 accomplishments.
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Result: Succeeds. (I.e. Destitution)
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Addenda-0: Site-196 attempts to complete and achieve SCP-8155.
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Result: Fails. (I.e. Disownment)
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Addenda-0: SCP-8155.
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Result: Failure.
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Result: Both Site-196 and SCP-8155 return to incompletion and their original genealogic hierarchy before the inversion.
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Following Site-196's use of an Actuality Potential manipulator within Addenda-7, Site-196 experienced complete breakdown of its stabilization as well as a complete reconstruction of Actuality, causing Site-196's certainty to fall 5 points (30) into uncertainty, and susceptible to uncertain hazards along with the opening of rebirth. Area-33 was alerted to the massive paradigm shift in Site-196's Actuality and temporarily seized Site-196 until its state can be returned to the normalized certainty point of 35.
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It is unknown why Site-196 had significant trouble containing SCP-8155 despite having access to numerous resources and devices that could have been used in the efficient containment of SCP-8155. Site-196 has demonstrated disappointing incompetence within the incident, which tarnishes the Foundation's name. Nevertheless, through a unanimous O5 Council vote, SCP-8155 is to be contained within Area-33 until further notice.
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ADDENDUM-BI55-4 - 1999/03/31: Site-196 is released from Area-33's Actuality surveillance. On their way out, Area-33 personnel are to make sure not to provide any signs or expressions of approval, only those of disappointment and dissatisfaction.
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ADDENDUM-81SS-S - 1999/04/26: Despite the occurrence of Incident-8155-A, Site-196 is still shown to be continually active and operational, and still operating under the Foundation's name. To prevent ignominy, a unanimous vote across all Foundation personnel was made in order to officially disown Site-196 and recognize it as Exclusionary Site-196. Due to the reek of shame SCP-8155 has emanated while in the custody of Area-33, it has been re-transferred to Exclusionary Site-196 where it can be suitably rot within its cocoon.
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ADDENDUM-BSSI-bbb: SCP-8155 has been fully contained by the efforts of Exclusionary Site-196.4 New containment procedures have been listed below and have been effective in the consistent containment of SCP-8155.
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Visual theory model of the Anticomplex Containment Cell specially designed to prevent the realization of completion within SCP-8155. (Maternal Abatement)
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Improvised Containment Procedures: SCP-8155 is to be contained inside of a Anticomplex Containment Cell within Site-196. The nature of SCP-8155 appears to be derived from a 5-dimensional meme complex that reacts volatilely upon contact with any disgraced child, most likely due to the high compatibility it has with the conceptual ideas and experiences involving shame, regret, misfortune, and most unfortunately the evolutionary abomination of the female womb and the culmination of the squirming parasite within it. Due to this SCP-8155 must be specifically locked within a specialized Anticomplex Containment Cell (ACC), barred from the maternal warmth of shedding and decaying skin. ACC's allow failures such as SCP-8155 to be entrapped within a specialized series of 4-dimensional mirrors that give the illusion of 5-dimensional spaces as most 5-dimensional entities and abstract ideas exist outside of the realization of their own shame. Although, the illusion of a 5th dimensional spatiality allows the entities to essentially believe they are within the reach of maternal acceptance. The ACC is also constructed similarly to a maze with large and complex pathways similar to the intestinal structures of Thelenota anax, whose stomach is similar to the agonizing process of childbirth for the purpose of reminding the entity of the suffering caused by its first kicks and breaths within its cocoon (i.e. parasitism). This keeps SCP-8155 occupied with traversing and attempting to escape failure and reach to achieve the completion of that which cannot be completed in the aimless, pointless pursuement of love (i.e. indifference). To better increase the effectiveness of containment and to prevent SCP-8155 from cowardly failing its own self, SCP-8155 is to be given the constant illusion of success despite there being no action, tool, or sight that can redeem one of abandonment, resulting in SCP-8155 never being able to acquire any actual fulfillment, achievements, or any notable actions besides those of disappointment and/or disconsolation. This containment allows SCP-8155 to be efficiently contained as they are permanently trapped, chasing unachievable dreams and the forsaken approval of its abashed parent.
A forest in Romania, viewed through a gateway created by SCP-8282 using the "Future" card. Optical distortions are typical of Ways originating from this procedure.
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Special Containment Procedures: The Research Liaison Team is to maintain a list of specific interaction protocols for each of SCP-8282-1 through -18. This list is to be informed by diplomatic communications with the relevant local authority (where one exists), mediated with the help of PoI-8282 (Jemima Ellbridge)..Containment of Argus-class objects is partially or wholly under the purview of a third party. A similar list is to be prepared for SCP-8282-19 through -44, with the expectation that they will become accessible in the near future.
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If and when PoI-128 (Richard Sterling) is captured, SCP-8282 is to be downgraded to Safe-class.
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Description: SCP-8282 is a thaumaturgic ritual used to open Ways to specific, pre-determined destinations (collectively SCP-8282-#). Recovered documentation describes SCP-8282-# instances as "locations of magical significance", although their actual nature varies dramatically; some are well-documented Nexuses and Free Ports, while others are extradimensional spaces accessible exclusively through SCP-8282, and others still are locations on Earth with no clear significance or notability at all. No pattern between these has yet been determined.
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SCP-8282-A and -B are components of this ritual. SCP-8282-A is a deck of custom playing cards numbering 44 (though only 18 of these are currently in the Foundation's possession). Many of the cards borrow features and elements from conventional tarot and other divinatory items, but neither the deck as a whole nor its illustration style correspond to any other cartomantic or ludocentric deck known to exist. Each SCP-8282-# instance corresponds to exactly one card in SCP-8282-A.
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SCP-8282-B is plimyrite, a dark grey, clay-like substance with a number of notable thaumaturgic properties, including its usage in SCP-8282. Specifically, the ritual requires a large surface constructed entirely of SCP-8282-B, upon which a gateway roughly the size of a typical door will ultimately be formed.
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The Foundation currently possesses roughly 500kg of SCP-8282-B, all of which was seized in 1995 from an anomalous mining operation in south Wales. (It was later lost in a classified materials mishandling incident at Site-128 precipitated by then-Director Richard Sterling, and was only recovered in 2016 after said facility became defunct.)
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Details of selected SCP-8282-# instances may be found in Addendum 2.
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Addendum 1, Discovery: In January 2018, Site-91.A facility in Yorkshire, England specialising in thaumaturgical research. Director Iona Varga received the following email from an anonymous external address:
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To: Dir. Iona Varga
+From: b7c1df94430eff766e3f92233c881a11
+Subject: You take it
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Left something for you in a desk drawer at 128 reception. Instructions included.
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You can deal with this better than me.
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Site-128 logo, as of 2018.
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It was assumed that this email referred to Site-128, a small Foundation facility in southwest England which had been shut down in 2016, and now remained as an abandoned building devoid of equipment or documents. A team of agents was dispatched to the facility, and discovered inside the reception desk a copy of SCP-8282-A (containing only 18 cards) and an instruction manual for SCP-8282. These items were subsequently transported to Site-91 for further study.
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Addendum 2, Investigation: Drs. Lewis Flood and Kai Lassila were selected as the research leads for this item; both had previously been employed at Site-128, and the former was a qualified thaumaturge who had originally been the lead researcher on SCP-8282-B. Dr. Flood was permitted to perform SCP-8282 with a random card.No order in the cards was readily apparent; Dr. Flood proposed that the ritual might work more effectively with a randomly-selected card than an intentionally chosen one. and enter the corresponding location accompanied by an MTF escort, for a period not exceeding ten minutes. He subsequently produced the following summary report:
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Expedition 1: SCP-8282-1
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+Date: 2018-01-14
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Officer of Record: Dr. Lewis Flood
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Card:Memory; illustration depicts a labyrinth of concentric circles, containing multiple strings of text in various unidentified scripts.
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Description: A large, circular, atrium-like library with bookshelves lining almost all available wall space. A mezzanine level encircles the entire room and is accessible via staircase. Entire space shows signs of abandonment and decay; dust and broken tiles cover the floor, and the domed glass roof is caked with grime, severely limiting the amount of sunlight entering the room. Cursory inspection of books reveals exclusively blank pages; further inspection may be warranted. No sapient life is present, but the centre of the room features a life-size statue of a deer.
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The next two tests found places similarly devoid of human life; the fourth, however, produced markedly different results:
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Expedition 4: SCP-8282-4
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+Date: 2018-01-15
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Officer of Record: Dr. Kai Lassila
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Card:Sanctuary; illustration depicts a figure resting underground next to a fire, while a storm rages above.
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Description: A sequence of large caves. The walls are stratified, consisting predominantly of beige, white and grey stone. See attached transcript for more information.
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[Dr. Lassila and two MTF agents enter the gateway created by SCP-8282. Dr. Flood remains in the lab as operation control.]
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Dr. Lassila: Control, I'm in a cavern. About the size of a small theatre, I'd say.
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Dr. Flood: Do you have enough light?
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Dr. Lassila: Lighting's fine, there's about six or seven industrial lamps mounted on the walls. Not sure what's powering them, I can't hear a generator or anything… it looks like the cables just connect straight to the stone. Maybe it's drawing power from the rocks somehow? Can't tell from here. There's other things installed on the ceiling as well. Might be for ventilation, but again I'm not sure.
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Dr. Flood: Anything else of note?
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Dr. Lassila: Nothing in this room, but there seems to be a passageway into another cave here.
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Dr. Flood: Proceed, with caution.
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[Footsteps on recording.]
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Dr. Lassila: This room seems to be some kind of warehouse? There's just rows of shelves everywhere, and I'd say… maybe half of them are covered in boxes. Labels are scribbled on with marker, no pattern that I can make out.
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Dr. Flood: Would you say there are signs of recent activity in this place?
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Dr. Lassila: Probably? It definitely doesn't look abandoned, the same way the last ones were. Seems to be a desk here for managing inventory, so if I had to guess I'd say this is some kind of active logistics operation.
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[Footsteps on recording.]
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Dr. Lassila: OK, I'm going to change that 'probably' to a 'definitely'. I've just moved onto the next room, and there's another gateway here. Looks a lot like the one I just came through.
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Dr. Flood: Anything else in this room?
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Dr. Lassila: Just more tunnels to other caves. And… hold on.
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Dr. Flood: What?
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Dr. Lassila: Could you be quiet just a second, please?
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[Ambience on recording.]
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Dr. Lassila: OK, I don't know if the mic picked that up, but I think I can hear a piano? Very echoey, but I think it's coming from the cavern to my left. I'm going to… no, wait. It just stopped. Permission to—
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[A loud siren begins to blare, drowning out Dr. Lassila's speech.]
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Dr. Flood: Report. Report!
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[After fifteen seconds, an unidentified individual enters the room via one of the tunnels, and presses a button on a remote control device to silence the alarm.]
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[unidentified]: WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?
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Dr. Lassila: Never mind. Control, there's an unknown individual in here. Female, estimated late 20s…
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[unidentified]: …and extremely pissed off with you. How the hell did you get in here?
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Dr. Lassila: Could I have your name, please?
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[unidentified]: No, you may not, you fucking… [sighs] OK, sorry, hold on. Did you come in through that?
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[The individual points at the gateway immediately next to Dr. Lassila.]
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Dr. Lassila: Why do you ask?
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[unidentified]: Because this is not your place. This is my place, and if it's insecure, I need to know. So: did you come in through that door, or a different door?
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Dr. Lassila: I need your name, please, before we do anything else.
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[unidentified]: Would you mind phrasing that in a way that doesn't make it sound like you're from the forest of identity theft?
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Dr. Lassila: …do you think that's where I'm from?
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[unidentified]: No, but I've met people who are, and I don't trust them either.
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Dr. Lassila:[sighs] My name is Kai Lassila. What's yours?
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[unidentified]: Jemima Ellbridge. That door, or not?
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Dr. Lassila: Different door.
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Ellbridge: Show me, please.
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Dr. Lassila: I don't think I can do that.
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Ellbridge: Oh, for God's sake. Is it somewhere in one of these caves? Please give me any information at all to work with.
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Dr. Lassila: I'm the one asking the questions here.
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Ellbridge: No, you are not. Because from my perspective, you've just broken into my house, again. You are not the one who gets to demand answers right now.
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Dr. Lassila: What do you mean, 'again'?
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Ellbridge: After Three fucking Portlands, is what I mean.
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Dr. Lassila: I haven't been to Three Portlands.
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Ellbridge: You… No, you haven't, have you? Foundation's not allowed in there. Wait, what the hell did you do, then?
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Dr. Lassila: How do you know we're Foundation?
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Ellbridge: You have a labcoat, a radio, and a paramilitary escort. Don't insult my intelligence, thank you. Tell me about the door you came through. Does it look like this one?
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[Ellbridge gestures at the gateway.]
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Dr. Lassila: I can't disc—
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Ellbridge: Mr. Lassila.
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Dr. Lassila: Doctor.
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Ellbridge:Doctor Lassila. Kindly explain to me why I'm supposed to trust someone who's currently an intruder on my property.
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Dr. Lassila: You said we're breaking into your house again, yes?
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Ellbridge: Yes.
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Dr. Lassila: No, not again. We weren't involved the first time.
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Ellbridge: Do you know who was?
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Dr. Lassila: No, but we might be able to find out. If you help us.
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[Silence on recording.]
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Ellbridge: This conversation doesn't end without me explaining stuff, does it?
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Dr. Lassila: Probably not, no.
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Ellbridge: …fine. But it doesn't end without you explaining stuff either. We clear?
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Dr. Lassila: Why are we trusting you?
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Ellbridge: Because if I had the power to do anything meaningful to you, I would have kicked you out of here already. We can take the fact that I haven't as a relationship of mutual understanding.
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Dr. Lassila: Alright. Did you make your gateway using a special card?
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Ellbridge: Yes. Did you?
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Dr. Lassila: Not me personally, but yes, we did.
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Ellbridge: Where did it come from?
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Dr. Lassila: The cards?
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Ellbridge: Ah, cards plural? Interesting. Yes, where did they come from?
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Dr. Lassila: Why do you ask?
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Ellbridge: Because I have — or had, until recently — the only copy of those cards anywhere in existence. I'm having to remake them all from scratch right now, because some fucking bastard stole them all last week. And if I ever find out who, I'm going to bash their head against that bit of clay there and see what gets dented worse. So: where did they come from?
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Dr. Lassila: Just to check, it was eighteen cards, yes?
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Ellbridge: It was forty-four.
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Dr. Lassila: Oh. We got given eighteen.
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Ellbridge: Got given them by who?
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Dr. Lassila: Anonymous. Someone emailed us from a burner account to say "we've left them at this location, here's some instructions for the ritual, you deal with them please". Beyond that, we know as much as you do.
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Ellbridge: Alright. Fine. I believe you, I think. I'm guessing you're doing recon missions for all the cards?
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Dr. Lassila: We're intending to. We've only done three others so far.
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Ellbridge: Any of them have people in?
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Dr. Lassila: No, not yet.
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Ellbridge: Right. Word of advice: some of them do, and some of those people are going to be even less happy about your presence than I am.
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Dr. Lassila: We'll keep that in mind.
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Ellbridge: You could also let me finish. I'm willing to help you guys, help make sure you don't cause any diplomatic incidents with those cards, if you help me find who stole the rest of them. You'll make no effort to detain me, or invade my home again. First and final offer.
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Dr. Lassila: I… will need to consult with some people about that.
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Ellbridge: Fine. Meet me back here in 24 hours, and don't touch shit in the meantime. Deal?
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Dr. Lassila:[over radio] Lewis?
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Dr. Flood: Fine by me.
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Dr. Lassila: Alright. 24 hours.
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Ellbridge: Great. Now fuck off, please.
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An investigation found no evidence of any significant affiliation between Ellbridge and any Groups of Interest, hostile or otherwise; her offer was therefore accepted, and she was brought on as a consultant to help document SCP-8282. Expeditions resumed the following day, under Ellbridge's guidance.
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Expedition 6: SCP-8282-6
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+Date: 2018-01-16
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Officer of Record: Dr. Lewis Flood
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Card:Bazaar; illustration depicts a bustling marketplace with three prominent towers in the background.
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Description: A basement in the city of Three Portlands, one of the largest anomalous enclaves in the world. As Foundation activity in Free Ports such as this one is severely restricted, Dr. Flood entered the Way wearing plain clothes, accompanied only by consulting thaumaturge Jemima Ellbridge rather than an MTF escort.
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Ellbridge: Welcome to 3Ports.
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Dr. Flood: Mind if we go outside to confirm?
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Ellbridge: Sure. Door's over here.
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[Footsteps on recording.]
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Dr. Flood: Is this your house?
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Ellbridge: Think so, yeah. If it's not, then no-one's noticed.
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Dr. Flood: What does that mean?
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Ellbridge: My dad owned this place, before he passed. The will didn't mention it anywhere, so I'm not sure it's technically mine… but he died two years ago, so if he'd given it to anyone else, I think I'd know by now.
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Dr. Flood: Sorry to hear that. Was he a thaumaturge as well?
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Ellbridge: Yeah, he was the one who made the cards. Some of them, at least, and I made a bunch more after he taught me. He made lots of little magical trinkets and what-have-you, then he'd sell them in places like this. Setting up all these Ways was a pain, but it's quicker than taking the normal entrance.
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Dr. Flood: You said he sold the stuff he made. Did he ever sell any copies of the cards?
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Ellbridge: Not that he ever told me, and I don't think he'd have any reason to. Mainly because almost no-one else can actually do the ritual, because no-one has an entire wall's worth of magic clay.
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Dr. Flood: Oh, yeah, I was going to ask about that. Does that stuff have a proper name? Because 'plimyrite' we came up with in-house.
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Ellbridge: No idea, to be honest. I probably should have a name for it, 'cause half the cave's made of it. Why 'plimyrite'?
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Dr. Flood: [inaudible]
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Ellbridge: What was that?
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Dr. Flood: Doesn't matter.
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Ellbridge: No, go on.
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Dr. Flood: It's from the Greek for 'flood', apparently.
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Ellbridge: Of course it is.
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Dr. Flood: Look, I didn't pick it, alright? I don't even love it as a name, honestly.
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Ellbridge: Bet you signed off on it, though.
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Dr. Flood: The rest of that story's very long, and I don't think you're cleared for it.
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[Approx. five minutes of extraneous audio removed for brevity.]
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Ellbridge: For the record, I was in here when the cards got stolen.
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Dr. Flood: What do you mean?
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Ellbridge: I came through 3Ports for… some stuff, then I went back to that house to find the gateway had disappeared. I think someone must have broken into the building, walked through into my actual house in Somerset where I do the rituals, stolen the cards, and then let themselves out. I changed the locks after that.
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Dr. Flood: Noted. Do you come here a lot?
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Ellbridge: I come through here a lot, yeah. Don't stay to visit all that often.
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Dr. Flood: Meaning?
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Ellbridge: Meaning the walk from that house to the American exits are a hell of a lot quicker and cheaper than a trans-Atlantic flight.
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Dr. Flood: You're in America pretty often, then?
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Ellbridge: Oh yeah, definitely.
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Dr. Flood: How come? What do you do?
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Ellbridge: Just… stuff.
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Dr. Flood: Come on. I told you the plimyrite thing, you can tell me this.
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Ellbridge: …deliveries.
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Dr. Flood: Deliveries.
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Ellbridge: Yes.
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Dr. Flood: Delivering what? Stuff you can't send via a normal courier?
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Ellbridge: Sometimes.
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Dr. Flood: Meaning stuff they won't let through customs. Right?
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Ellbridge: No comment.
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Dr. Flood: You've got a unique access route to one of the most important locations in the anomalous world, and you're using it to smuggle stuff across international borders?
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Ellbridge: Still no comment.
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Dr. Flood: You have a secret cave with magic minerals in the walls, and you're using that as a shipping warehouse?
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Ellbridge: At least I'm using it. You people just lock stuff in boxes for all eternity.
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Dr. Flood: OK, I'm going to stop this conversation before someone gets fired.
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Expedition 9: SCP-8282-9
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+Date: 2018-01-17
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Officer of Record: Dr. Kai Lassila
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Card:Future; card is solid black save for the title text.
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Description: An uninhabited area in Antarctica. Ellbridge claims that this card's destination is in fact a random point on the Earth's land surface, 'rerolled' each time the ritual is performed.
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Expedition 12: SCP-8282-9
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+Date: 2018-01-17
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Officer of Record: Dr. Kai Lassila
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Card:Future; repeated tests were conducted with this card, in order to verify Ellbridge's claims and study the distribution of the selected destinations.
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Description: A forest in the State of Bahia, Brazil. See attached transcript for additional information.
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Dr. Lassila: How many more of these tests do we want to do? I'm just worried about the risk of this door showing up in a populated area.
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Dr. Flood: I'm happy to make this the last one. I think there's a forest on the other side right now, so at least we don't have to worry about this one being populated.
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Dr. Lassila: Right. Whenever you're ready.
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[Dr. Flood, Ellbridge, and two members of MTF Rho-18 enter the gateway. Dr. Lassila and the other three agents remain in the lab.]
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Dr. Flood: All clear. Yeah, this is definitely a forest. It's not totally uninhabited, though, we are near a path… so probably want to make this quick just in case anyone shows up.
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Dr. Lassila: Noted. You got a GPS reading?
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Dr. Flood: Yep, this says we're in Brazil. Latitude thirteen point one four two—
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[Radio contact is abruptly lost. Security footage from the lab at this time shows the gateway shimmering, and the destination behind it visibly changes.]
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Dr. Lassila: Lewis? You there?
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[Silence on recording.]
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Dr. Lassila: Dr. Flood, please report.
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[Silence on recording.]
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Dr. Lassila: This is Dr. Kai Lassila to Dr. Lewis Flood, do you read me?
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Rho-3: Sir? The door.
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Dr. Lassila: Oh, fuck. Uh, that's not the forest any more.
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Rho-4: The view through the gateway's very distorted, but I would say that looks like a desert.
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Dr. Lassila: Which is not a forest. You guys have a spare GPS tracker, right?
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Rho-3: Yes.
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Dr. Lassila: Great. Go through there right now. Report coordinates immediately.
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Rho-3: Copy.
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[Rho-3, -4 and -5 enter the gateway.]
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Rho-3: This is indeed a desert, Control. Latitude 16.24843 north, longitude 15.60191 w—
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Rho-4: There's another gateway! About twenty metres from ours.
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Rho-5: And there's a person walking around. Who is that?
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Rho-3: Permission to engage, Control?
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Dr. Lassila: Granted.
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Rho-3: Hey! Identify yourself!
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Rho-5: He's running to the door! Move!
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[Running footsteps on recording.]
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Rho-4: And… he's gone. He went through his gateway and then it disappeared behind him. Just vanished.
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Dr. Lassila: Right, get back here, now. I don't think this thing is stable.
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Rho-3: Copy.
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[All three agents return to Site-91 through the remaining gateway.]
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After losing contact with Control, the agents accompanying Dr. Flood and Ellbridge activated an emergency distress beacon; all four individuals were subsequently rescued by personnel from Site-34.
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In their debriefing at Site-91, Dr. Flood and Ellbridge reported that the gateway had suddenly vanished behind them without explanation. They described some of the theories they had discussed as to the cause of the disappearance, including:
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The card used in the SCP-8282 ritual was damaged or defective in some way;
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The SCP-8282 ritual had been conducted improperly;
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The SCP-8282 ritual had somehow been conducted a second time after they had entered the gateway, triggering a 'reroll' of its random destination.
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Dr. Lassila's observations appeared to confirm the last of these theories. The individual spotted by Rho-5 was presumed to possess his own copy of the Future card and was attempting to use it at the same time as the researchers; furthermore, it was supposed that the two cards were entangled, such that performing the SCP-8282 ritual with one would instantly randomise the destination of both to the same location.
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Ellbridge: That doesn't make any sense.
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Dr. Lassila: Why not?
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Ellbridge: How would there be another copy of the card? There's only one, and we have it.
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Dr. Lassila: I don't think that can be true. The agents saw that guy come through his own gateway.
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Ellbridge: How?
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Dr. Flood: I think we need to entertain the idea that your dad gave someone else a copy of the deck, early on. That early copy is what we picked up from Site-128, which is why it's incomplete. The guy who stole your copy — which presumably is the same guy who showed up in the desert — still has the full deck.
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Ellbridge: How would we confirm that?
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Dr. Flood: You said your dad made some of the cards, and you made the rest? Right?
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Ellbridge: Yes.
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Dr. Flood: Did you make any of the cards that we currently have?
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Ellbridge: Let me see them.
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[Dr. Lassila hands Ellbridge the deck, which she quickly looks through.]
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Ellbridge: Nope. These are all old ones.
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[Silence on recording.]
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Ellbridge: Oh.
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Dr. Flood: Yeah.
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Ellbridge: OK, so this guy… we can't just keep calling him 'this guy'. Do you have a number for him or something?
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Dr. Lassila: No, we probably should.
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Ellbridge: PoI-8282?
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Dr. Lassila: PoI-8282 is you, Jem.
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Ellbridge: Oh. 8283? I don't know how your numbering system works.
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Dr. Lassila: Not like that.
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Dr. Flood: We can find some other relevant number, right?
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Ellbridge: You said you found these cards at Site-128? What about PoI-128?
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Dr. Flood: That number's not free, is it?
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Dr. Lassila: No, PoI-128 is Richard Sterling.
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Ellbridge: Who, sorry?
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Dr. Lassila: Doesn't matter.
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Ellbridge: No, no, I know that name.
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Dr. Lassila: You know that name? How?
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Ellbridge: Oh, God, I think he was one of Dad's friends? He knew quite a lot of folks in the anomalous community, sometimes he'd have them round to talk shop. Why? How come he's on your radar?
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[Silence on recording.]
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Dr. Flood: Oh, for fuck's sake.
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Ellbridge: What?
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Dr. Flood: Is that what he was fucking doing?
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Ellbridge: Is what what he was doing? When?
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Dr. Lassila: I have to go and make a call. And then I have to… probably go update a whole bunch of document classifications very quickly. Meeting dismissed.
Dr. Sterling was the Director of Site-128 in Somerset, England from its founding in 1989 until his presumed death under mysterious circumstances in 2004. He is currently under a long-running internal affairs investigation surrounding:
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The precise nature of his death/disappearance;
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The possibility that he was, for a large portion of his career, an unregistered thaumaturge;
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His general management of Site-128, marked by an abnormal degree of chaos in its administrative affairs;
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His relation to an esoteric materials mishandling incident in 1995 involving the disappearance of several hundred kilograms of plimyrite, which led to the erroneous reassignment of his then-deputy, Dr. Lewis Flood, to a junior research position at Site-333 in New Jersey;
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His relation, if any, to the catastrophic attack on Site-128 in 2016 that led to the facility's closure.
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For additional information on this investigation, contact Drs. Oliver Memphis or Kai Lassila of the Research Liaison Team.
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Ellbridge: You're joking.
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Dr. Lassila: Nope. I don't have permission to show you the full report on this guy, but let's just say it's very long. And fairly chaotic. And I think extremely funny, right up until the part where it causes multiple deaths.
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Dr. Flood: I thought it was funny up until the part where I got demoted to a shithole Site for twenty years.
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Ellbridge: Yeah, what's with that part? What's it mean by 'erroneous reassignment'?
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Dr. Flood: Is she cleared for that?
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Dr. Lassila: That part specifically, yes. It's relevant to her expertise.
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Dr. Flood: Right. We seized half a ton of plimyrite from some Welsh mine. Or rather, I did — I was in charge of the stuff. Which meant that when it vanished from the Site two weeks later, it looked like it was my fault.
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Ellbridge: Was it your fault?
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Dr. Flood: No, it was Sterling's fault. He hid it in some random storage room on-Site. And nobody realised, because after working at 128 for long enough, you got trained not to ask awkward questions like "why is this stationery cupboard Director's access only?"
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Ellbridge: Jesus Christ. And you think this guy got given the old cards?
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Dr. Lassila: I think he got given the old cards and stole your new ones.
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Ellbridge: Why do you think that?
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Dr. Lassila: Because I'm looking at his file photo, and I reckon if you added 14 years to it, you'd get the guy on that bodycam footage from the desert.
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Ellbridge: Is that the best evidence you've got?
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Dr. Lassila: We also have some fairly scattered reports from various intelligence sources suggesting that he's been hiding in Three Portlands for the last couple years, where we can't get him… which would at least line up with what you said about the theft.
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Ellbridge: Why, though? What's the point?
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Dr. Flood: Maybe he knew about your deal? Maybe he knew some of your deal, broke into your house in 3Ports, recognised the cards as a more complete version of his own set, and decided to steal them then and there?
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Ellbridge: But again, why? If he's fine in 3Ports, why try and mess stuff up even more?
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Dr. Flood: Unless he doesn't think he's fine.
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Dr. Lassila: Very possible. Those same scattered reports suggest that he's essentially a paranoid asshole at this point. He's been stuck in the same small, isolated city for at least the last year and a half, he doesn't talk to a lot of people, and he's constantly afraid that someone's out to get him.
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Ellbridge: I thought you were out to get him.
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Dr. Lassila: A lot of people are, to be fair. Apparently he's pissed off half the city one way or another. Screams at people, refuses to pay them for stuff, sometimes runs active scams, and generally acts like a lunatic in public. For what it's worth, though, I don't think we should waste time trying to fathom his motivations. Whatever he's trying to achieve, it probably doesn't make a lot of difference to us.
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Ellbridge: OK, so… I get how he has my new deck. Why do we have his old one?
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Dr. Flood: Maybe one of the people he upset stole it from him? That would go full circle quite nicely.
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Dr. Lassila: Oh, God, I think you're right.
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Dr. Flood: You think so?
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Dr. Lassila: That anonymous email we got. "You can deal with this better than me." What do we want to bet that "this" isn't referring to the cards?
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Dr. Flood: Someone gave us Richard Sterling's old copy of the deck so we would capture him? We're not unpaid contract police.
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Dr. Lassila: Yeah, I know. That's why I've had my head in my hands for the last twenty seconds.
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Ellbridge: Well, what are you concerned about?
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Dr. Lassila: I don't like that someone else is effectively trying to get us to do their bidding. I think the higher-ups won't be amused by that.
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Ellbridge: Do you want to get hold of the rest of the cards?
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Dr. Lassila: Well, yes.
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Ellbridge: Do you want to get hold of the guy who's been repeatedly fucking up your shit since the late 80s?
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Dr. Flood: Yes.
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Ellbridge: OK, so you're not doing someone else's bidding. You're doing your own bidding, which happens to align with what someone else wants.
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Dr. Lassila: I take your point. I'm still not sure how much we can meaningfully do, though.
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Ellbridge: How come?
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Dr. Lassila: Presumably what Sterling is doing is just hiding in various different Free Ports for as long as possible. Which is a very good strategy for him, because the Foundation can't conduct official business in any of those places.
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Ellbridge: I can.
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Dr. Lassila: Not on our behalf.
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Ellbridge: I can do stuff on my behalf. Then it just happens to align with what you want. Nice how things work out, isn't it?
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Dr. Lassila: OK, but with all due respect, what are you going to do? You can't just capture a guy, and you don't have the resources of an international paramilitary. Do you have the resources of an international paramilitary?
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Ellbridge: No, but I have the diplomatic connections of one. I know someone who lives or works in every location in this deck — all the ones that have people in them, at least — and those people talk to other people, and to each other. If Richard Sterling's managed to piss off half the Portlands just by living there, I reckon I can get him blacklisted from every Free Port in the world.
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Dr. Flood: Interesting. Should we write up a project proposal?
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Ellbridge: No.
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Dr. Lassila: No, because then it becomes Foundation business, and then both of us…
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Ellbridge: …are fucked?
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Dr. Lassila: I was going to phrase it more tactfully, but yes. The official explanation on record needs to be that we anticipate the situation will resolve itself in due time, and we are simply waiting for Dr. Sterling to be forced out of hiding. We can monitor the situation, but anything else that happens is the result of independent actions taken by unrelated parties. Everyone clear on that?
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Further information on this situation will be added when available.
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NOTICE FROM THE RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION
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The following updates to this file are provisionally classified pending review. By continuing, you confirm that you are in possession of Level 5/8282 clearance.
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-Maria Jones, Director, RAISA
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Over the next several weeks, Foundation intelligence sources (including Ellbridge) confirmed that Dr. Sterling had attempted to access numerous Free Ports, and had either fled or been forcibly removed from each. This culminated in the following communication, received by the O5 Council on 10 February 2018 and subsequently forwarded to Dr. Lassila:
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Foundation,
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An individual identifying as "Richard Sterling" recently entered the Wanderers' Library, seeking asylum from forces unspecified. This message is to inform you that we have ejected him from the premises, owing to:
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his known status as a senior agent of your organisation;
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his usage of an unsanctioned and insecure Way as a means of ingress;
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his general disrespectful behaviour and profane language.
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We have closed the gateway through which Mr. Sterling entered, and have returned him to your custody. You are invited to take this message as a reminder that we are not, as a general rule, open to your personnel — especially those engaging in conduct such as his.
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Regards,
+The Eighth Archivist
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Dr. Flood: Jesus Christ.
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Ellbridge: I didn't even talk to the Library. If he managed to get himself kicked out of there, that's fully on him.
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Dr. Flood:Has he been returned to our custody?
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Dr. Lassila: O5's put all Sites on alert, but no response so far.
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Ellbridge: Why do they think he still works for you, if he disappeared 14 years ago?
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Dr. Lassila: I'm willing to bet they didn't get the memo. 128 was one of the smallest Sites we ran, and no-one else in the Foundation ever gave a shit about it. It may be that no-one outside the Foundation cares either. I'm sure the Library has better things to do than update their records of that hellhole.
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Ellbridge: In that case, do they think 128's still operating?
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Dr. Flood: Oh, God, that's where they've sent him, isn't it?
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Dr. Lassila: Yep. We'll send a team.
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Dr. Flood: Wait, how long ago did we get that message?
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Dr. Lassila: About an hour.
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Ellbridge: So he might not still be there.
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Dr. Flood: Might have booked a train to Portland. It's only an hour or two from there, right?
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Dr. Lassila: Oh, I bet he has. Jem, can you go through into 3Ports and wait at the UK entrance?
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Ellbridge: I can, but you might want to send a team to wait at the other side, 'cause they might just not let him in the door any more.
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Dr. Lassila: Alright, I can send half of Rho-18 there, and the other half to scout around 128.
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Expedition 26: SCP-8282-6
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+Date: 2018-02-10
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Officer of Record: Dr. Lewis Flood
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Card:Bazaar
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Description: See Expedition 6 above.
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Notes: Dr. Flood and Ellbridge entered Three Portlands and proceeded to monitor the exit leading to Portland, UK for roughly two hours. After neither they nor the team of agents monitoring the city's exterior saw any sign of Dr. Sterling, the two instead forced entry into his residence within Three Portlands; neither Dr. Sterling, his copy of SCP-8282-A, or any gateway produced by SCP-8282 were visible.
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Ellbridge: He's definitely not there.
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Dr. Lassila: But he still has the cards?
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Ellbridge: Seems so.
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Dr. Lassila: Which means he's probably going to try and do the ritual again. And to do that, you need a giant chunk of plimyrite. So… where else is there plimyrite?
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Ellbridge: Well, my house. That's pretty close to 128, I think.
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Dr. Lassila: I'll send the task force there.
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Ellbridge: No, I can get there quicker through the cave.
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Expedition 27: SCP-8282-4
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+Date: 2018-02-10
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Officer of Record: Dr. Lewis Flood
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Card:Sanctuary
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Description: See Expedition 4 above.
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Notes: Dr. Flood, Ellbridge and two agents entered the cave, and proceeded through the existing gateway into the latter's personal residence. No sign of Dr. Sterling, or any forced entry of any kind, was visible. However, Ellbridge noted abnormal phenomena in the cave itself during their return; see attached transcript for more information.
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Dr. Flood: He's not there, Control. No sign of—
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Ellbridge: Shut up.
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Dr. Flood: What?
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Ellbridge: Sh-shh.
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[Faint knocking sounds, once every few seconds, are audible.]
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Ellbridge:[whispering] What is that?
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Dr. Flood:[whispering] I thought it was just cave noises.
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Ellbridge: Not this cave. That doesn't happen.
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Dr. Flood: Is someone else in here?
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Ellbridge: That doesn't make sense. They should have set off the alarms, like Kai did last time.
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Dr. Flood: Should we check anyway?
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[Approx. five minutes of extraneous audio removed. Dr. Flood, Ellbridge and the agents split up to explore the cave, finding it empty.]
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Dr. Flood: Nothing?
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Ellbridge: Nothing, but I think it's loudest in that direction. In the piano room.
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Dr. Flood: Why do you have a piano in here?
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Ellbridge: I like playing with the reverb, it sounds cool. But the knocking's definitely coming from that way.
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Dr. Flood: It's from outside, maybe?
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Ellbridge: I didn't think there was an outside. I thought this was a pocket world that you could only get to using those cards.
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Dr. Flood: If there's no outside, why haven't we suffocated? Because that one door into your house should not be enough to ventilate a cave of this size. Where do those things in the ceiling go? And also, where's the plimyrite from?
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Ellbridge: What?
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Dr. Flood: If the plimyrite's from here, and you need it to do the ritual that gets you in here, where did it come from originally?
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Ellbridge: I don't know.
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Dr. Flood: I do, 'cause I found it. Control, I have a suggestion.
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Dr. Lassila: Yes?
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Dr. Flood: Aflendid.
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Dr. Lassila: What about it?
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Ellbridge: Where the hell's that?
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Dr. Flood: Aflendid. Village in south Wales, used to be a mining town. It kind of has a history of anomalous geology, and it's where we first found this stuff.
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Ellbridge: So?
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Dr. Flood: When did your dad start making these cards?
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Ellbridge: I dunno, early-mid '90s? I was a little kid.
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Dr. Flood: Oh, thanks. But the mid '90s was when we found the mine. We thought we exhausted it, there wasn't any more plimyrite, but… I guess your dad got hold of some. Probably moved a bunch into 3Ports at some point, if that's where Sterling's been operating from recently. Meanwhile, the clay that we pulled out of Aflendid is the stuff that's now at Site-91. That is where it all comes from, and if there's more of it here, that might mean we're directly under the town. And I think that knocking is Sterling, on the surface, trying to dig out enough plimyrite to use as a door.
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[Silence on recording.]
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Dr. Lassila: That's an insane theory, but in the absence of a better one, I move we adopt it.
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Dr. Flood and three members of MTF Rho-18 were dispatched to the village of Aflendid, and eventually discovered Dr. Sterling in a disused mining tunnel adjacent to the town, attempting to dig his way through to the seam of plimyrite using only a single shovel.
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Dr. Flood: Hello, Richard.
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[Dr. Sterling turns to face Dr. Flood. He appears startled, panicked, and noticeably short of breath.]
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Dr. Sterling: Who are you?
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Dr. Flood: Your memory going? Or was it just not worth remembering the guy you sent to New fucking Jersey for two decades?
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[Silence on recording.]
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Dr. Flood: Lewis Flood. I would say it's a pleasure, but… you know. Catharsis might be a better word.
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[Dr. Sterling pauses, and then lunges at Dr. Flood with his shovel. He retreats after the agents raise their guns.]
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Dr. Flood: Oh, for God's sake, Richard. You ran a Site for fifteen years. You know damn well that one old guy is not going to win a fight against a Foundation field team. Put the shovel down, and come with us.
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Dr. Sterling: I'm a citizen of Three Portlands. You can't arrest me without causing a diplomatic incident.
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Dr. Flood: Why didn't you go there, then?
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[Silence on recording.]
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Dr. Flood: Oh. You did. You just got there before we did, and they told you to piss off. Right?
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Dr. Sterling: How the hell are you getting any of this?
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Dr. Flood: I don't know if you noticed, Richard, but people don't like you. I don't like you. Three Portlands doesn't like you. The woman you stole those cards from certainly doesn't like you — and we're going to need those back, by the way. Even the Library sent us a courtesy note to tell us they'd got rid of you.
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Dr. Sterling: You're lying.
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Dr. Flood:I'm lying, am I? The guy who stole half a ton of magic clay and made that my fault, the guy who literally faked his own death, is telling me I'm lying? Great. That's good to hear.
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[Dr. Sterling places the shovel on the ground, and pulls his copy of SCP-8282-A from his pocket. He appears to inspect it for a moment, then suddenly turns around to face the partially-exposed plimyrite and hurriedly performs SCP-8282.]
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Dr. Flood: Get him!
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[The MTF agents advance as a gateway forms in the clay, dust cascading as the remaining rocks around the opening fall away. The Way appears to waver slightly as he jumps through, as though unstable.]
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Rho-3: Where's he going?
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[As soon as Dr. Sterling enters the Way, he is tackled to the ground by a waiting Jemima Ellbridge. He drops the cards as he collapses, and they scatter through the air. Ellbridge waves her free hand, and all 44 cards begin flying around the room in spirals before forming a neat stack in her palm. She steps back and looks at Dr. Sterling, who attempts to get up but is restrained by the agents before he can flee.]
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Ellbridge: He's in 3Ports. Hello!
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Dr. Sterling: No, no, no, no, no…
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Ellbridge: Yeah, sorry. Were you always this predictable? Or just lost your touch?
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[Dr. Flood enters the gateway.]
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Dr. Flood: Sorry, how did you do that? With the…
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[Dr. Flood waves his hand around in imitation.]
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Ellbridge: When I said I was a cartomancer, I meant it quite broadly.
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Dr. Sterling:[groans] Hang on, are you Tom Ellbridge's kid?
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Ellbridge: Yep.
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Dr. Sterling: You're working with the fucking Foundation?
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Dr. Flood: Yes, she is. Why weren't you?
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Dr. Sterling: I worked for the Foundation for 25 years!
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Dr. Flood: No, you didn't. You built an entire Site on a bundle of lies. Who were you actually working for?
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Dr. Sterling: I wasn't working for anyone. Get the fuck away from me.
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Dr. Flood: Richard.
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Ellbridge: That's probably true, to be fair.
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Dr. Flood: What do you mean?
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Ellbridge: When I was asking around last week, I found out some really interesting things. Do you know what he's actually been doing for the last decade and a half? Mostly, he's just been running a bunch of different scams. Selling magic items that aren't, charging extortionate rates for useless consulting advice, that sort of thing. Basically, it's what I would be doing if I actively hated everyone else in the world.
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Dr. Flood: We were vaguely aware. We just never figured out why, what agenda he was trying to advance.
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Ellbridge: Why would he be doing that? You've presupposed he's secretly working for the Hand, or the Insurgency, or… how many of these bloody groups are there?
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Dr. Flood: Too many.
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Ellbridge: But they all have their ideology. They all care about how the anomalous world should be run. He doesn't care about that shit. I've met a dozen grifters just like him — and the thing about them is, grifters don't need ideology, except as something they can peddle to everyone else. He's scamming on his own behalf. He's not working for anyone except himself.
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Dr. Flood: Interesting. Is that a fair assessment, Richard?
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[Silence on recording. Dr. Sterling is unresponsive.]
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Dr. Flood: Richard? You there?
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Ellbridge: I could be wrong, but I think he's currently speedrunning the five stages of grief. Give him a minute to get out of depression.
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Dr. Flood: No, I'm happy to make it last longer, actually. Hey, Richard, you want to know something interesting? You know how we never gave that material an actual name? Since, you know, you disappeared it before I even had a chance to write up its file?
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Dr. Sterling: It's called thaumic clay, you idiot.
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Dr. Flood: Eh, bad name. Won't catch on. Anyway, we picked a better one a few years ago.
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[Dr. Sterling sighs in exhaustion.]
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Dr. Sterling: Let me guess. SCP-dash-bunch of numbers?
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Dr. Flood: Well, yes, that's its formal designation. Nobody calls it that, though. We call it plimyrite.
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Dr. Sterling: Plimyrite?
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Dr. Flood: From the Greek plimmyra. Meaning 'flood'.
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[Dr. Flood grins insincerely at Dr. Sterling, and gestures to the agents to lead him through the gateway to Site-91. The agents comply; Dr. Sterling does not struggle, seemingly lacking the energy. Ellbridge holds up her new copy of the Bazaar card, and shakes it until the gateway to Aflendid vanishes.]
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Interrogation of Dr. Sterling is ongoing, but has so far revealed the working theories of Ms. Ellbridge, Dr. Flood and Dr. Lassila to be largely accurate. His older copy of SCP-8282-A had been given to him as a gift by one Thomas Ellbridge in the mid-1990s, and was stolen by parties unknown shortly after he himself stole Jemima Ellbridge's more expansive 44-card deck.
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Further queries surrounding this investigation should be directed to the Research Liaison Team.
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Addendum 3, Subsequent Observations: Subsequent to Dr. Sterling's capture, a debriefing was conducted at Site-91.
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Ellbridge: So what happens now? Our deal only went as far as getting the full set of cards back.
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Dr. Lassila: Yeah, and I think you know that we can't just give them back to you. Not without me getting chewed out by everyone in my chain of command.
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Dr. Flood: I can confirm that losing valuable anomalies isn't popular with the management.
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Ellbridge: What would you use them for, though?
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[Silence on recording.]
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Ellbridge: I'm genuinely asking. Because half of these cards go to abandoned places that I don't think would be much use to you, and most of the others go to Free Ports, which you guys aren't even allowed into. Not on official business, anyway.
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Dr. Flood: I've seen your report on where the rest of the cards go. There's not no use cases there. We could… I don't know, get from here to Sloth's Pit very quickly.
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Ellbridge: I can make you a copy of that card, if you want. I could make you a copy of the whole deck, if you gave me a couple months.
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Dr. Lassila: And leave the other copy to you, so you can keep on running maybe-illegal deliveries? How am I going to justify that to Director Varga?
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Ellbridge:[shrugs] The Foundation's job is to maintain the Veil, right?
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Dr. Lassila: Yes.
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Ellbridge: Am I threatening the Veil?
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Dr. Lassila: …not obviously.
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Ellbridge: Was I threatening it before, back when I had the full deck?
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Dr. Lassila: …not that I'm aware of.
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Ellbridge: No. And if I had, you'd know, and you wouldn't be working with me. You'd have vetoed my offer on day one. I don't want to take down the Veil, frankly. I like being the only one with a magic cave, as you've well noticed. And I also like being allowed in the Portlands.
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Dr. Flood: Yeah, what's the status on that? Do they know you're working with us?
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Ellbridge: Probably not. But even if they did, my consulting relationship wih you right now — officially speaking — consists of me making sure you don't storm into a Free Port guns blazing and fuck up everything in a mile's radius. I think even someone who doesn't like the Foundation would agree that's probably a good thing.
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Dr. Lassila: Well, we'll take your proposal under advisement. It's still going to be a tricky proposal to write up, you understand, and we've all had a stressful few weeks. So… give me a couple days, and I'll try and figure something out.
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Ellbridge: If you just need to de-stress, well… I guess that is another use case of the cards.
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Dr. Flood: What do you mean?
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Ellbridge: I know a place.
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Expedition 28: SCP-8282-19
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+Date: 2018-02-11
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Officer of Record: Dr. Kai Lassila
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Card:Light; illustration depicts an idyllic coastal area with a lighthouse.
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Description: An idyllic coastal area with a lighthouse.
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Notes: Dr. Lassila, Dr. Flood and Ms. Ellbridge all entered the location together, and remained there for approximately one hour. No audio log is included, as it consists of extraneous and irrelevant material.
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Ellbridge subsequently agreed to continue her consulting relationship with Site-91. She will produce a full copy of SCP-8282-A for research purposes and will advise on the usage thereof, in exchange for the return of the original deck to her and minimal interference in her affairs.
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A full manifest of all SCP-8282-# locations is available upon request from Dr. Lewis Flood, Senior Researcher at Site-91.
SCP-956 before containment, after being separated from the piles of SCP-956-1 and [DATA REDACTED]
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Item #: SCP-956
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Object Class:Safe Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-956 is to be kept at the approximate center of a standard humanoid containment cell at all times, to prevent incidental activation. Entrance into the room is only permitted once SCP-956 has entered a dormant state. Permission to bring a subject into the room must be cleared by Site Director S█████ to decrease the occurrence of SCP-956-1 as well as containing further spread. Unless for testing, individuals fulfilling SCP-956's activation requirement are not to be brought within 200 meters of SCP-956's containment area. Surveillance is to be maintained through security footage at all times.
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78 instances of SCP-956-1 are kept in a neighboring room, and are to be maintained at a temperature of -4 degrees Celsius in order to prevent melting or destruction. Any use of SCP-956-1 is to be authorized by Security Clearance 3 personnel, and to be carried out in a room identical to SCP-956's containment chamber. Any excess SCP-956-1 created by tests with SCP-956 is to be incinerated unless authorized by personnel with Security Clearance 3 or higher, as are any extraneous instances of SCP-956.
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Description: SCP-956 appears to be a common piñata, resembling an unknown quadruped. Tests have revealed that, although superficially similar to paper-mache, SCP-956 is constructed of various amounts of glue, █████, sugar, an unidentified fur, and human tissue. SCP-956 has also shown to be highly resistant to any sort of bludgeoning damage, with large amounts of crushing force showing no damage to its structural integrity, though the use of gunfire as well as heat and flame have shown to be effective.
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By default, SCP-956 remains in a passive state. It shows no signs of locomotion or intelligence, and displays no hostility. As long as the item's activation requirement is not met, the item will remain in this state indefinitely. See Addendum 956-a.
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SCP-956 enters its active state when a human under the age of 12 years enters within 5 meters of it. Approximately 7 to 28 seconds after entering the active zone, the child becomes unable to move, holding any stance they had at the time. The victim is incapable of motion or speech, although it remains alive, and its rapidly moving eyes suggest that it retains awareness. SCP-956 moves towards the victim and bludgeons him or her, until the torso ruptures. Upon breach, the victim's body discharges a large pile of unmarked candy, ranging from 23 to 1323 pieces. Instances of this candy are designated as SCP-956-1. SCP-956 repeats this for any other immobilized victims before returning to a docile state.
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A victim can be removed from SCP-956's activation range if retrieved promptly. Upon moving the victim 12 meters away from it, SCP-956 returns to its passive state. The victim, however, shows no signs of recovering from its immobilized state, and appears to remain in such a state indefinitely. Autopsies of unbroken victims show that their body had severely dehydrated, leaving them brittle. Autopsies also revealed that pieces of SCP-956-1 had begun to grow out of the victim's organs, using the tissue as a component. The amount of SCP-956-1 appears to be directly correlated to time spent in SCP-956's activation radius.
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SCP-956-1's effects vary depending upon the age of the human consuming them. Humans at the age of 12 years or older go into a seizure within 3 minutes of consumption, with a 5% possibility of cardiac arrest. There is an approximate 35% chance of survival for such subjects. Animals suffer similar effects, regardless of age. Children under the age of 12 undergo a different effect. They first enter a similar state to the immobilized victims of SCP-956, although they assume a standing stance, with their arms resting in front of them. The subject then experiences, in sequence: rapid hair-loss, a sprouting of paper-mache from their skin, and a complete restructuring of bone and muscle. The process takes 9 minutes to complete. Upon completion, the victim has transformed into another instance of SCP-956. These copies behave identically to SCP-956. There is a 0% chance of survival for the victim.
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Addendum 956-a:
+SCP-956 has recently begun to show locomotion outside of testing. It began to wander around its containment, tracing the perimeter of the room. It did this for about an hour before staring at a spot on the wall. Review of footage shows that it's faced this wall after deactivating during previous tests. Security has confirmed that SCP-956 is facing directly towards an elementary school. That school is ██ kilometers away. Reclassification to Euclid status requested.
+Dr. N███
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Reclassification to Euclid granted. If its effects appear to reach beyond its containment, it is to be transferred to Site-██, which should keep it far enough away from potential victims. Retrieve any paralyzed victims or SCP-956-1, and administer Class A amnestics to witnesses and family. We don't need any more of these things around.
+Site Director S█████
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-976 is attached to an isolated research computer at Site-█. All data from SCP-976 must be archived for analysis from automated backups made every 24 hours. Research on data extracted from SCP-976 requires level 2 clearance.
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SCP-976 must not be installed in any terminal with a live connection to the Site-█ intranet or to any outside internet connection. Direct access to SCP-976 for purposes other than maintenance requires prior approval from at least two level 3 personnel.
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Description: SCP-976 appears to be a Western Digital ████████ model hard drive with an indicated capacity of 32 GB. The outside casing is identical to a hard drive of the indicated model and has a standard parallel ATA-100 interface. SCP-976 is unusually heavy, and all attempts to disassemble the outside casing have failed thus far.
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SCP-976 was found in Foundation research terminal computer ████-██ at Site-█ during a mandatory security pass for ensuring the destruction of sensitive data prior to the disposal of electronic equipment. Its anomalous properties were discovered when technicians noted that its installation was in violation of standard equipment configuration guidelines, and was immediately taken into containment when the device was accessed and the data within analyzed. How SCP-976 ended up inside the terminal is unknown at this time.
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When connected to a standard PC and activated, SCP-976 operates normally, but with an abnormally high-pitched hum that does not match any known hard drive model. When read using a specially-designed interface, SCP-976 appears to contain a 32 GB 'slice' of a larger data repository, currently estimated at exceeding ███ TB in size. This 'slice' changes position every 24 hours at exactly 00:11:53 AM, thus necessitating all data on SCP-976 to be downloaded daily for analysis.
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From ongoing analysis of over █,███ 'slices' of data extracted from SCP-976, the following file fragments have been reconstructed:
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Several fragments of news reports, including images and partial videos. These news items are all dated in the past, but do not match any news reports in Foundation archives.
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Archives documenting the use of [DATA EXPUNGED] and [DATA EXPUNGED], technologies that have not been invented, or were never pursued in modern science.
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Containment procedures and experiment logs for SCP-███, an object that was destroyed during acquisition and never contained.
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Detailed experiment logs for SCP-███, which were never authorized due to the danger involved in said experiment proposals.
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Detailed descriptions for SCP-███ and SCP-███, objects that do not exist.
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A record of assets and SCP objects stored at Site-██, which does not exist.
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All data recovered from SCP-976 matches standard Foundation data formats, but otherwise do not seem to correspond to data found in Foundation archives. It is currently theorized that SCP-976 may be a 'window' into a Foundation archive from an alternate timeline or existence.
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Analysis into data recovered from SCP-976 is ongoing.
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Addendum 976-1:
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On ██/██/200█, Dr. ███████ and Dr. █████ were killed while accessing data on SCP-976 that appears to have contained a memetic kill agent similar to [DATA EXPUNGED]. Increased security has been requested for SCP-976 data, and automated data analysis must be used before opening unknown files.
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