Special Containment Procedures: SCP-018 is to be contained in its specialty metal restraint inside of a 1 m by 1 m by 1 m sealed box lined with heavy synthetic padding. The sealed box is then submerged in the center of the 10 m by 10 m by 10 m polyethylene holding tank. If SCP-018 is to break free from the holding box, the polyethylene-based 'goo' will slow down kinetic activity enough for proper retrieval by containment personnel. Personnel entering SCP-018's holding chamber are to wear specialized plating (found inside of SCP-018 Observation), and a breathing apparatus before being lowered into the polyethylene tank. If SCP-018 is loose outside of the polyethylene tank, personnel are advised to secure themselves in a separate room and close doorways or hatches to isolate SCP-018 until containment teams arrive.
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Description: SCP-018 has the appearance of a Super Ball made by the Wham-O company in 1969. It is six (6) centimeters in diameter and coloured red. Found when the ██████████ company was hired to clean out a warehouse that had Wham-O merchandise in it, SCP-018 was noted to be able to bounce with extreme height. At first thought to be a pleasant child's toy, SCP-018 was able to bounce with over two hundred percent (200%) efficiency (that is, if dropped one (1) meter, it would bounce two (2), then four (4), then eight (8), then sixteen (16)). The ball soon became a dangerous projectile, reaching speeds estimated at over 100 km/h and damaging property and injuring five (5) in the city of █████████████. It came to a rest after several days in the nearby lake of ████████, and was retrieved by SCP personnel. Due to the speed of the object, and the total surprise by its victims, no cover-up story was required or initiated.
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Document #018-04: Message to O5-█
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█████████, I hope everything is well. The reason I write to you is because I believe I have found a more effective method for retrieving new or escaped SCP objects. Yes, I realize we haven't had any progress in reverse engineering whatever allows this thing to defy the laws of thermodynamics, but we have come up with a very effective method for integrating one of those new SCP-A5 Armor suits with this. Just hear me out, we implant it into the bottom of a boot, rig up a little bit of a mechanical device, and ta-da, the suit is now capable of jumping well over a building. Also, if the wearer has their foot against something they want dead, well, let's just say it delivers a helluva kick. All I need is permission to modify one of the pre-existing SCP-A5 suits, and you'll be able to actually capture ████████████, plus any other escaped SCP objects. Trust me, when have I let you down in the past?
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-Dr. █████████
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Document #018-06: Letter to Dr. █████████
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Dr. █████████,
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Upon assignment, Agent ██████ was issued your modified SCP-A5 armor in retrieving SCP-███, and the results are mixed. Agent ██████ was able to place the ██████████ collar onto SCP-███, chase it through the Amazon, and restrain it by dismemberment. However, due to a malfunction of your 'little mechanical device', he was launched almost a mile into the air and suffered two broken legs, seven broken ribs, a missing arm, and a skull fracture upon hitting the water of Lake ███████████ on the way back down. You will fix that before I authorize your armor for common use.
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Document #018-11: Message to O5-█
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█████████, don't worry, it's fixed. But, I have some more ideas. If I can be granted the use of some water from SCP-006, SCP-███, and possibly SCP-███, I can deliver you a set of SCP-A5 armor and an agent that can capture any, if not all, rogue or unattained SCPs. All I'm waiting on is your approval.
Special Containment Procedures: All objects tied to instances of SCP-1002 are to be contained in a brightly lit 6m x 6m (20 x 20 ft) chamber. SCP-1002-6 is to be contained in a suitably sized hangar. No D-class personnel are to come within ten (10) meters of the containment chamber or hangar. No personnel involved with end-of-the-month termination for D-class personnel are to come within ten (10) meters of the containment chamber or hangar.
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All interactions with SCP-1002 instances are to be done via robotic drone. SCP-1002's containment chamber is to be guarded by three (3) members of security who have not yet killed in a combat situation. The same will be done with SCP-1002-6's containment hangar.
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Description: SCP-1002 is an abnormal shadow belonging to a group of six (6) objects currently in Foundation custody. Each of these objects possesses the shadow of a humanoid individual, dressed in a law enforcement uniform. Objects tied to SCP-1002 currently in containment are:
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SCP-1002-1: A grandfather clock retrieved from ███████, possesses the shadow of a medieval knight.
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SCP-1002-2: A small pole retrieved from ███ ████, possesses the shadow of a member of the ██PD.
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SCP-1002-3: Large printer retrieved from ███ ███████, possesses the shadow of a Roman soldier.
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SCP-1002-4: A pigeon retrieved from ███████, possesses the shadow of a member of the ██████ Police Force.
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SCP-1002-5: A kitchen knife retrieved from ███ █████, possesses the shadow of a security guard at the ██████ Casino.
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SCP-1002-6: A Boeing 737 retrieved from ███████, possesses the shadow of a member of a SWAT team.
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The objects tied to SCP-1002 do not behave in an anomalous manner with the exception of their shadow. SCP-1002 tied to these objects are dormant and stationary until an individual who has committed what is socially considered to be a crime in the last six (6) months comes within ten (10) meters of the object they are tied to. At this point, SCP-1002 instances will become active and manifest as a dark humanoid figure similar in appearance to their dormant stage.
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SCP-1002 will then attempt to pursue the targeted individual. SCP-1002 instances have demonstrated high levels of agility and appear to be able to track their target through walls. If the targeted individual moves ten (10) meters away from the SCP-1002 instance, it will return to a dormant state at its original object.
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If the individual is caught by this manifestation, they will inflict a physical punishment directly proportionate to the crime the individual has committed. Despite the severity of this physical punishment, the victim will remain alive and conscious until taken ten (10) meters away from the manifestation. Through careful study, researchers have discovered punishments tied to the following crimes:
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Minor Crime (Littering, etc.): Removal and severing of fingers.
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Shoplifting: Non-fatal removal of fingers, tongue and eyes
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Burglary: Non-fatal removal of hands, ears, tongue and eyes.
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Assault: Non-fatal heavy damage to the legs, removal of hands, ears, tongue and eyes
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Murder: Non-fatal removal of arms, legs, ears, tongue and eyes
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Mass-Murder: Non-fatal removal of arms, legs, ears, tongue and eyes. Subject was then disemboweled and, using the subject's internal organs, suspended from the ceiling of the testing chamber. Movement was detected from the subject for two (2) minutes before they were removed from the area by members of security.
Special Containment Procedures: All written instances of SCP-1098 are to be burned, painted over, or otherwise obliterated. A single recorded instance is kept on a standard audiocasette for study. Under no circumstances should this recording be digitized.
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All instances of SCP-1098-1 are to be contained in converted class-D barracks. They are to be provided food from the site cafeteria at regular mealtimes. Under no circumstances may they be given writing implements or recording media. A television and puzzles and games are to be provided for entertainment of the SCP-1098-1 instances. The barracks must be soundproofed to STC 60+.
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Two guards are to be posted at the door of the SCP-1098-1 barracks. All guards are to wear full-ear headphones equipped with active filters designed to scramble human speech.
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Description: SCP-1098 is a █-syllable word, with a phoneme pattern consistent with origin among modern speakers of American English. It appears to have no effect on non-English speakers. Persons reading or hearing SCP-1098 in context report that is euphonious and somewhat humorous. Exposure to SCP-1098 out of context appears to be safe but this has not been conclusively established.
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Exposure to SCP-1098 in written or spoken form may lead to infection, with increasing probability for each additional exposure. There is an inverse correlation between the size of an individual's working vocabulary and their susceptibility to infection, but this has not been rigorously quantified. Persons in the earliest phases of infection appear to be the most contagious.
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Infected individuals (hereafter known as SCP-1098-1) will begin to use SCP-1098 preferentially as a placeholder name (similarly to "whatchamacallit", "thingamajig" or "whatshisname") and respond positively to its use by others.
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Example usage:
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"Hey Ray, can you hand me that [REDACTED]? No, not that one, the frickin' [REDACTED] over there."
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Within 2-3 weeks of exposure, SCP-1098-1 will begin substituting SCP-1098 for other parts of speech with increasing frequency. Initially it is possible to communicate with SCP-1098-1 by inferring the intended meaning of SCP-1098 from context, but soon the prevalence of SCP-1098 in speech becomes so high that only other instances of SCP-1098-1 are able to comprehend it. In the final stages of infection, every utterance of SCP-1098-1 becomes a string of variously-inflected instances of SCP-1098. These effects also appear in written communication.
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Instances of SCP-1098-1 are generally cooperative, but express distress upon discovering that they cannot be understood. When speaking with other instances of SCP-1098-1, they appear relieved or even elated. Standardized testing confirms that they have no cognitive impairment other than their muddled speech.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1109 is to be stored at a Safe-class storage space at Site-██ as per standard procedure and permission must be obtained from the current Level-2 supervising researcher (currently Dr. ████████) before it may be removed from storage for testing purposes.
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The edges of any sharpened instruments contained within SCP-1109 are to be covered during storage, so that handling the instruments cannot result in accidental injury. At the conclusion of testing all intact instruments must be placed back inside SCP-1109. Damaged instruments or instruments no longer fit for purpose are to be disposed of, but must not be used. During disposal or transport of instruments the instruments must be kept covered and placed inside a durable container resistant to cutting, in order to prevent accidental exposure to the effects of SCP-1109.
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Personnel affected by SCP-1109 must attend regular basic medical examinations to detect any injuries incurred as a result of SCP-1109’s effects. Additionally, those entering the three-month stage of exposure are required to attend regular psychological review sessions. They must be accompanied whenever possible by another staff member who has basic first aid training to avoid injury or damage caused by their actions. Personnel affected by SCP-1109 are barred from participating in any test or role involving handling of fragile materials, which require fine motor skills, or which involve combat.
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Description: SCP-1109 is a black leather doctor’s bag, approximately 44cm x 21cm x 22cm, with a metal fastener over the opening and a leather carrying handle. The words ‘Aceso Medical: We’ll take your pain away’ are printed on the underside of the bag. Aceso Medical closed in 19██ and no member of the company has yet been found who knows anything of the object or its properties.
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The anomalous effects of SCP-1109 become apparent when any form of instrument or tool with a sharpened blade or point is placed in the bag and the bag is closed. Testing shows the instrument must be left in the bag for approximately 30 seconds before effects become noticeable. Any medical instrument left in the bag is rendered sterile and clean upon its subsequent removal from the bag.
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However, when a sharpened instrument is placed in the bag it takes on a second property. Any incisions, injections or other procedures performed using these items on a human being are seemingly painless. Subjects are aware that they are being operated upon and do not report a lessening of tactile sensation or numbing during the procedures, and may describe the experience as unpleasant, but do not register any form of pain.
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Approximately two weeks from initial exposure, subjects cease being able to register pain in any context. This suppresses pain-based reflexes, and can lead to accidental injuries and sometimes serious errors in judgement due to the subject being unable to notice that they have been injured. Approximately a month from exposure, subjects lose the ability to perceive any form of physical pleasure. Emotional pleasure is unaffected and subjects can find most normal activities enjoyable, but lose the ability to derive pleasure or enjoyment from any purely physical stimulus. This effect extends to the sense of taste and at least partially to the sense of smell, as evidenced by the inability of those affected to differentiate between tastes and textures in food.
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After approximately three months from exposure, subjects begin to suffer from a steady deadening of all tactile sensation. This begins with a gradual numbing of the extremities, but swiftly progresses over the course of several days to the point of being completely unable to feel any form of tactile sensation. Some subjects undergoing this process have been observed to develop masochistic tendencies and may resort to self-harm in an attempt to continue to register physical sensation. However, as the condition progresses even the most violent or severe of physical sensations become completely numb. At this stage, many subjects become severely depressed and begin to feel isolated or alienated from others. This is not considered to be an anomalous effect, and is simply the psychological response to the loss of one of the senses. Only the sense of taste and touch are affected, and no lessening of the bodies' ability to function is observed. The subject loses much of their fine motor function as a result of this as well as a lack of a reflex response to stimuli with a purely tactile or pain-based response. Subjects at this stage may also injure others accidentally due to an inability to register contact with them; many overcompensate when applying force to an object, which can result in damage or injury.
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Tools which have been placed in SCP-1109 and have developed these anomalous properties will retain them indefinitely, even when separated from the bag. They lose these abilities when the sharpened edge or point of the instrument is dulled or destroyed in some way. No incidental sharp points or edges on an instrument, such as jagged points caused by damage, will exhibit any anomalous effects: only the primary cutting edge or sharpened point of an item is affected. The effect only extends to items intended to possess a sharpened point or cutting edge capable of puncturing skin. For example, a sharpened pencil placed in SCP-1109 will not manifest anomalous properties even if its point punctures human skin, while a bread knife placed in SCP-1109 will develop anomalous properties.
A1-1109-1: At 11:12 PM on ██/██/████ Agent ████████ died in his sleep. Autopsy confirmed the cause of death to be an internal haemorrhage of initially unknown source. Careful review and investigation of the circumstances of his death have led to the conclusion that Agent ████████ received a small cut while transferring an instrument that had been removed from SCP-1109 for disposal 13 days prior to his death. Agent ████████ did not register this due to the painless nature of the injury. The day prior to his death he was involved in an incident in which a group of D-Class became violent and attempted to resist Foundation authority. Agent ████████ was injured during a physical struggle with one of the D-Class, in which he sustained significant internal injuries which he failed to recognise due to the influence of SCP-1109. It is believed that Agent ████████ would have survived his injuries had he sought appropriate medical attention, but mistakenly believed he had escaped the altercation unharmed, and died as a result of his injuries during the night, some 10 hours after his initial injury. Testing of SCP-1109 has been postponed in order to facilitate a restructuring of containment procedures to minimise further exposure of Foundation personnel.
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A1-1109-2: Agent █████ died at some point between 8:00PM and 10:30PM while in his home on ██/██/████. Cause of death was gunshot wound to the right temple, believed to be self inflicted. An audio recorder found by the body contained a pre-recorded message to his loved ones and colleagues at the Foundation, blaming the object's influence for his mental state ending with the statement "Well, what's the point in living if you feel like a ghost already?". Containment procedures have been modified and personnel exposed to SCP-1109 are now required to submit to mandatory psychological evaluations.
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A1-1109-3: Investigation by Foundation Personnel led to the discovery of a civilian apparently suffering the symptoms of SCP-1109 exposure. Further investigation led to the discovery of an SCP-1109-affected scalpel which had somehow been transferred into a surgical theatre in ████████ ██ ██████ Hospital. It is unknown whether the scalpel originated from SCP-1109 prior to its containment, if another item similar to SCP-1109 exists, or if an instrument from SCP-1109 was somehow removed from containment. An investigation into the matter is currently underway, but Agents are advised to pay close attention to any reports of 'painless' surgery while conscious, or of people with no ability to register pain.
Addendum 1109-2: Dr. ████████ has received requests to use SCP-1109 on D-Class personnel involved in the handling of certain objects which cause intense physical pain or pleasure. This request is currently pending approval.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1250 is to be kept in a large double-lock safe, in a fire-proof enclosure at Site-██. SCP-1250's storage container is not to be opened by anyone without level three (3) clearance or higher.
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Instances of SCP-1250-1 and SCP-1250-2 that have been expended are to be properly labeled and filed away in a neighboring room, categorized by date, length, and content. Tapes may be reviewed freely by all permitted staff. For a full list of available recordings, please refer to document [REDACTED]. Researchers wishing to use blank SCP-1250-1 or SCP-1250-2 samples for experimentation must submit a formal request to Dr. Carter, with the details of the experiment(s) in question and the required number of samples.
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Description: As of ██/██/20██, SCP-1250 is a collection of █████ compact audio cassette tapes, and █████ VHS tapes (SCP-1250-1 and SCP-1250-2 respectively). SCP-1250-1 and SCP-1250-2 samples are ashen in color and devoid of any form of branding or labels. Internally, they are completely indistinguishable from other tapes of similar design, and can be used via any standard audio/video recording equipment. However, SCP-1250-1 and SCP-1250-2 samples do not accurately record events. Upon playback of an SCP-1250-1 or SCP-1250-2 tape, there are notable differences between the content of captured audio/video recordings and the real-world occurrences that participants remember observing.
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These alterations, while inconsistent, are initially never drastic. Situations presented in recordings are largely the same, but subtle changes (differences in pronunciation, word choice, furniture present in room, gender/age of recorded individuals) are found when compared to standard recordings. In the case of SCP-1250-2, visual discrepancies will manifest in place of aural, as video samples produce no audio when reviewed. Multiple simultaneous recordings are noted to further alter proceedings, with greater numbers of SCP-1250-1 or SCP-1250-2 tapes present during a single session resulting in more dramatic variations. The only variable consistent across all samples are the exact date, time, & location, which are 100% identical in every recording of a given event.
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Testing has also shown that SCP-1250-1 and SCP-1250-2 samples do not appear to have any storage limit. Recording can continue indefinitely until manually stopped. Especially lengthy recordings have not been shown to exhibit a greater number of changes than shorter ones, even if a large variety of events are to occur, or the recording device were to travel a considerable distance during its duration. SCP-1250-1 and SCP-1250-2 can not be overwritten, and all attempts to transfer data to different formats have failed.
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Addendum 1250-I: On 02/15/199█, a test was performed that had researchers initiate a set of 3 SCP-1250-2 and 3 standard video recordings at a singular location, and then transport a pair of each in separate directions. All 6 recordings start the same way, with no notable differences occurring until after the groups were significantly separated from one another. As a result of this event, staff now believe that alterations will not manifest in the presence of other partial recordings, and that the recorded events of an SCP-1250-1 or SCP-1250-2 sample are not written in real-time.
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Addendum 1250-II: On 04/02/2001, Dr. T████ staged a reenactment of an earlier SCP-1250-1 test conducted on ██/██/199█. The conditions of the control tape were recreated down to the finest detail; all involved staff reprised their roles, and repeatedly lied about the date and time of the proceedings. The SCP-1250-1 results received were not the same as those of the earlier test.
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Addendum 1250-III: A series of trials performed between 07/██/2006 and 09/██/2006 by Dr. T████ and Dr. Carter have concluded that SCP-1250-1 and SCP-1250-2 recordings will present fewer changes when recorded in the presence of an event with an exceedingly high number of potential outcomes, particularly games of chance. Footage of gambling paraphernalia in use (cards, dice, slot-machines, roulette wheels, darts) will almost never showcase alterations outside the central object(s), regardless of how many additional samples are used to record.
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Addendum 1250-IV: SCP-1250-2 testing has been put on indefinite hiatus. Please see Experiment Logs 1250-A and 1250-B for more details.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-127 is considered no more dangerous than a normal firearm of its type. However, due to its extraordinary properties, it is to be held in Weapons Locker 7-C when not in use and suspended in water rich in calcium and protein. At this time, only the research team assigned to SCP-127 has clearance to access it.
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Description: SCP-127, upon first glance, appears to be a standard MP5K-PDW submachine gun. Tests have revealed that aside from the outer steel and polymer shell, the entirety of the firearm is organic and alive. The weapon's ammunition initially appeared to be human-like teeth. However, DNA testing of the "bullets" resulted in no match to any known species on Earth.
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SCP-127 features two settings: semi-automatic and fully automatic (an audible groan can be heard when switching between the two). Upon depleting the weapon's "magazine" (typically 60 shots), it takes between 3-5 days to regrow a new supply of ammunition. Attempts to remove the magazine have resulted in failure—it seems to be permanently attached to the weapon.
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SCP-127 does not seem capable of reproduction at this time (scans have shown no apparent reproductive organs) and requires no sustenance beyond water, calcium, and protein.
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SCP-127 was originally located in the house of a Mr. James █████████████. Mr. █████████████ was found dead from a heart attack on the night of November 17, 1991. Coroner's reports state that Mr. █████████████ died sometime in the morning of November 8th, but was not noticed missing until more than a week later. No complications or unusual circumstances were found to lead to his death. Due to his extensive gun collection, the ATF and FBI were notified to collect his weapons. SCP-127 was discovered during testing and cataloging, and was promptly collected by SCP Agents.
Special Containment Procedures: All known instances of SCP-1317 are to be housed in Vault 13 of Site-77's Safe SCP wing. Each unit is to be inspected on a rotational basis to prevent any chemical corrosion of their containers. A small subset of the SCP-1317 substance is to be set aside for allocated testing purposes. Following a containment breach of multiple SCP-1317 instances initiated by SCP-703 all testing instances are to remain outside of SCP-703's area of effect. In the event of the discovery of any additional instances of SCP-1317, they are to be cataloged and their point of origin sought out.
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Description: SCP-1317 is a collection of vintage cosmetics, manufactured sometime in 1942. Individual tins of SCP-1317 weigh approximately 0.5 Kg. The individual containers of SCP-1317 are brown, with the makeup itself being a shade of beige. The words "The Factory" have been embossed onto the bottom of each instance of SCP-1317.
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When SCP-1317 comes into contact with living animal tissue, it will begin to integrate itself into the tissue. Continuous application of SCP-1317 will lead to the affected tissues being completely replaced by SCP-1317. In addition, SCP-1317 will replicate the biological function of all tissues it replaces. Any existing imperfections or blemishes on the skin will be removed. Adding dyes can change the skin tone, and it is possible to mold and adjust the SCP-1317 in a manner similar to clay without causing harm.
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If the user does not continue to apply SCP-1317, the affected tissue will lose its cohesion over the next five weeks, which leads to the user experiencing potentially fatal trauma.
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SCP-1317 was discovered in 1943, when an unusually high number of persons with critical skin conditions were reported from several US cities. Interviews with victims revealed that they had obtained SCP-1317 via an advertisement in local newspapers to "market test" new makeup products. Following the address provided by the advertiser led to a warehouse containing over ████ instances of SCP-1317. However, shortly after this warehouse was discovered, instances of SCP-1317 began appearing in pharmacies and newspaper advertisements in the United States, Canada, Britain, Italy, Russia, France and Germany.1 Between 1943 and 1946, an estimated █████ additional instances of SCP-1317 were recovered from these regions.
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Addendum 1317-A: As of May 1946, SCP-1317 ceased appearing in these areas. It is still unknown where these additional instances of SCP-1317 were produced, or how they were transported and stocked at these locations.
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Addendum 1317-B:
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Progression of symptoms related to SCP-1317.
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The user will report irritation in areas that are affected by SCP-1317, similar to a mild rash. Subjects may also report increased amounts of skin flaking.
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The user will begin to develop more severe rashes in the afflicted areas. These rashes are usually a dark green or light purple. In addition, any of the user's hair located in these affected areas will begin to fall out.
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The user will report serious discomfort in the affected areas. The rash will have become discolored and afflicted areas will cause the user large amounts of pain. Users at this stage will become highly reclusive due to their appearance, but only a small percentage will seek medical care.
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Users at this stage will begin to experience extreme fatigue. In addition, users at this stage will begin to have large amounts of tissue disintegrate. 98% of users who reach four weeks of exposure will have lost all body hair in the afflicted area.
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After five weeks have passed, the user's afflicted flesh will begin to lose cohesion. The first tissue to dissolve will usually be soft tissue such as the user's eyes, cheeks, or loose areas of skin, and damage to the dental cavity resulting in the dissolution of the gums and tooth loss. Following this, deeper tissues such as muscle and ligaments will begin dissolving. In cases where the user had used SCP-1317 for more than six months, the dissolution of organs such as the intestine, liver and bladder will result, along with partial liquefaction of the visual or olfactory cortices.
Special Containment Procedures: Instances of SCP-1443 are to be contained in a designated greenhouse in Sector-28. Watering and fertilizing are to be done regularly by Level 2 personnel. Humidity, temperature, and light exposure are to be monitored and maintained accordingly. Level 3 authorization is required prior to any testing involving SCP-1443; results are to be documented and reported immediately.
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The containment unit is to be monitored by video surveillance at all times. Any personnel within the containment unit when instances of SCP-1443-1 appear are to be promptly evacuated.
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Description: SCP-1443 is an unknown variation of Campsis × tagliabuana, a trumpet vine hybrid. Though SCP-1443 blooms perennially, it has not been observed to produce seeds. While SCP-1443 possesses no other visual abnormalities, certain branching vines of the plant have been noted to exhibit leaves that grow in a specific arrangement of four leaves, which resemble the forewings and hindwings of Lepidoptera.
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Roughly every 24 hours, SCP-1443 will generate iridescent projections of butterflies (designated SCP-1443-1) from the similarly-shaped groups of leaves on its vines. Any human who observes these projections from a close enough distance will experience immediate drowsiness, and will fall asleep if not removed from SCP-1443’s immediate proximity.
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Based on observation, instances of SCP-1443-1 remain visible for up to fifteen minutes after being generated by SCP-1443. Though SCP-1443-1 individuals have been noticed to hover over sleeping humans, they will remain within 1 meter of the host plant.
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Though an affected individual will awaken hours after encountering SCP-1443-1, initial exposure will result in the individual experiencing apparently innocuous dreams involving butterflies. Over a period of roughly two weeks (14 days), an affected individual will undergo increasing bouts of fatigue and sleepiness, and butterflies will be the sole subject of any dreams they experience.
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After two weeks, when the affected individual is next able to sleep, instances (usually 3 to 7 individuals) of SCP-1443-1 will materialize over the head of the sleeping subject. These projections are first seen originating from the forehead of the sleeping human; no changes in sleep mannerism have been recorded during this process. As a group, the SCP-1443-1 seek out a suitable location for rest, usually a patch of open soil. Should the SCP-1443-1 find a place of rest within fifteen minutes, they will cluster together and form a new individual of SCP-1443. If no such place is available, the SCP-1443-1 disappear when fifteen minutes have elapsed. Juvenile instances of SCP-1443 “planted” in this manner do not appear immediately capable of generating SCP-1443-1. The length of time required for these new plants to fully mature is currently unknown.1
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Human hosts to SCP-1443-1 have reported no pain related to having “harbored” SCP-1443-1 individuals. Exposure to SCP-1443 is believed to result in no lasting side effects. Refer to Incident Log.
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Addendum 1443-1: During the ██-██-████ test involving D-Class personnel D-26423, an estimated 70 instances of SCP-1443-1 projections were recorded to have emerged following the usual 14 day “development” period (see Incident Log). Testing was temporarily suspended; however, when experiments were reinstated, the number of projections dropped to normal and remained consistent from then on.
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Excerpt from Incident Log 1443-1: D-26423 was noted to have suffered a fractured skull following the testing period, and entered a comatose state. The swarm of 1443-1, according to video surveillance, entered a pre-prepared Foundation greenhouse and proceeded to coalesce into an instance of SCP-1443 measuring roughly 3 meters tall. In the interest of eliminating potential threat should the instance grow too large for efficient containment, highly concentrated herbicides were applied to the soil surrounding the SCP-1443 instance. Upon initial introduction of the herbicides, the SCP-1443 instance began to emit vocalizations (see audio log).
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Audio Log 1443-2[roughly translated from Greek]
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[unintelligible] …wandering above not below… ferryman promised [unintelligible] hundred years before crossing… didn’t want to stay [unintelligible] river shore so crowded… why is the gateway collapsing? [unintelligible]
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Subsequent investigation revealed that the incident coincided with the ████ earthquake in ██████, ██████ which had resulted in ███ deaths.
Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-1594 are by nature uncontainable, 24 seismological monitoring stations have been deployed at equidistant positions along the equator in order to monitor their communications. Return communications are to be transmitted from the station nearest to SCP-1594. Because normal seismic activity creates significant interference, return communications are to be delayed until total seismic activity is at a local minimum. Communication is preferable when the region housing the currently transmitting station is at sublunar high tide.
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Reports on the activity of instances of SCP-1594-A are to be given top priority. Research is to focus on tracking and studying instances of SCP-1594-A.
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Description: SCP-1594 are an intangible squad of eight United States Armed Forces servicemen, individually designated SCP-1594-01 through -08. Despite their intangibility, SCP-1594 are still affected by gravity. SCP-1594 are currently located in the lower mantle at a depth of 1600 km beneath the surface of the Earth — the center of mass of the Earth-Moon system. Their position relative to the surface tends to follow the path of the tidal bulge caused by the Moon above them. SCP-1594 are not intangible with respect to one another or the items they carry, which causes them to be stuck together in an approximately spherical mass.
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SCP-1594 are capable of limited interaction with the convective currents of the mantle. When four or more of SCP-1594 speak synchronously, their voices are anomalously transformed into seismic pressure waves which act upon the underside of the crust. This has allowed SCP-1594 to communicate with the surface. The Foundation has been able to decode this phenomenon, and the ease of translation has also enabled the Foundation to partially replicate the phenomenon with technology derived from SCP-219, allowing for the directed transmission of return communications. It is unknown how SCP-1594 are capable of interpreting the pressure waves. The largest obstacle to communication is interference from other seismic activity, so messages are usually brief, straightforward, and amplified.
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SCP-1594 report some semblance or equivalent of the sense of sight, extending to a finite but indeterminately large distance, through the magma which fills the mantle. This lets them take note of features such as volcanic hotspots, although their lack of geological training and their unfamiliarity with modern scientific findings leave their descriptions vague. From their own accounts, SCP-1594 do not age to a significant degree or become injured, but note that they experience constant pain from the heat, and that wounds sustained in combat bleed continuously. Once shed, SCP-1594's blood loses its anomalous properties and is incinerated. SCP-1594-05 occasionally vomits as the result of a non-anomalous stomach virus; the vomit is incinerated as well.
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SCP-1594 were reported MIA by their squad leader on 1970-02-15 after a minefield at ██.████ N, ███.████ E was purposefully detonated from a safe distance in order to clear a path. The detonation momentarily exposed a previously unknown volcanic caldera, which emitted an intense odor of fudge, engulfed SCP-1594, and then sealed itself. Multiple sources, including SCP-1594 themselves, have corroborated this story with varying degrees of detail.
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Communication Log Excerpts: Communications with SCP-1594 have been sparing up until the past five years due to the difficulty of transmission. The first successful transmissions, though, were conducted near the beginning of 2001, when SCP-1023 received a signal with abnormally high fidelity and precision of location. Further investigation yielded agency behind these signals, and stations were set up to intercept them.
Special Containment Procedures: One copy of SCP-1633 is to be stored on a standard DVD-ROM in a secure storage locker in Site-15, along with all supporting documentation and ancillary materials. Individuals wishing to run tests on SCP-1633 must submit a request in writing to head researcher Dr. Berger. Testing will only be conducted with on-site computers which meet all requirements laid out in document SCP-1633-HS-01.1 These computers may be used for extended testing periods (up to six (6) months), but the hard drive must be wiped and all components destroyed at the conclusion of testing.
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No individual save file may be played beyond the end of act three in the game storyline without specific authorization by Dr. Berger. Prior to this point, the save game and accompanying .ptd file must be erased.
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Description: SCP-1633 is a computer game created by the now-defunct independent game studio ███████ █████. The copy in Foundation possession is a beta version of the game. The core gameplay is relatively complete, but there are numerous incomplete aspects: certain art assets are missing, there are various graphical issues, the music is either missing or just "placeholder" music, and so forth.2 As this version of the game was compiled two days before the Foundation raided the ███████ █████ offices on ██/██/201█, it is presumed this is the most complete version of the game in existence.
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The source of the anomalous properties of the game, as well as a major selling point in the game's pre-release advertising, are its so-called "tactical heuristic algorithms". After a player saves their game and quits, a background process will begin running on the player's computer.3 When the process completes, either a new file is created in the same folder as the player's save game, with the file extension ".ptd", or an existing .ptd file is updated.4 When a player loads an existing save game with an associated .ptd file, enemies in the game will be more intelligent and effective, with the increase approximately proportionate to the total amount of time spent playing.5 Initially, this will result in a more challenging game experience, with the enemies adapting to a player's preferred weapons, strategies, and overall play style. However, given enough time, enemies become aware of the existence of the player and begin to attack him or her, rather than the characters in the game.
Enemies lack even basic strategic intelligence and will charge the player characters regardless of weapon equipped, environment, the presence of cover, etc.
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Enemies begin adapting their tactics to their environment and the weapons they carry. For example, enemies with short-range weapons will attempt to move closer to the player characters before attacking, and in engagements at long range they will seek cover. At this stage, enemies are roughly equal in skill to an untrained civilian.
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Enemies begin to counter an individual player's preferred strategies. For example, they will attack a player who uses long-range weaponry from cover with grenades or "splash damage" weapons, to force them out into the open. They will use environmental features offensively and defensively: for instance, laying traps at chokepoints or setting up ambushes in "killbox" zones. At this stage, enemies are roughly equal in skill to a trained human soldier.
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Enemies begin using tactics which affect the player instead of the characters. At some point, enemies seem to become aware that the player characters are being controlled by an "outside" intelligence, and adjust their strategies accordingly. Rather than attacking the player characters, enemies may instead position themselves to block the player's view. Enemies have been seen acting in a "glitched" manner (repeatedly walking into walls, performing the same actions again and again, freezing in place), waiting until the player dismisses them as a threat, then attacking. In one play session, enemies used multiple "dayflash" spells7 in every engagement, varying the pattern and timing each time. Eventually they developed a "strobing" pattern which was highly disorienting to the player and ultimately caused her to suffer a grand mal seizure.
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Enemies begin attacking the player psychologically. Specific modes of attack have varied widely, as the game tailors its attacks to each player's psychological makeup. Facing a player who micromanaged his characters with a fine degree of control, enemies used attacks which did little or no damage but caused the characters to become "dazed", a state which temporarily disrupts player control. However, rather than attack the "dazed" characters, enemies simply surrounded them in a crowd, continually using "daze" attacks to prevent the player from doing anything. The subsequent near-total loss of control had a noticeable effect on the player's ability to focus. In another example, enemies "kidnapped" one of the player characters and quickly dragged them off-screen. Later in the level, the player discovered the corpse of this character on a makeshift "altar", being continually attacked by a group of enemies. This had no further effect, apart from a continual "blood spatter" graphic being applied to the room's floor and walls, but visibly disturbed the player.
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No major improvements in intelligence have been noted beyond twelve hours. It is theorized this represents the upper level of ability for the game's enemies, unless they are directed by a sentient entity. (See Document-1633-DX-12 for further information.)
Game information: SCP-1633 is a third-person squad-based action-RPG, played using the mouse and keyboard. The player characters are visible on the screen, with the player seeing the game from an elevated perspective. The player controls a squad of four characters, with direct control over one character at a time and a command menu to control the other three.8 Each character has a different specialty: the "marksman" uses long-range weapons, the "alchemist" has access to potions and chemicals with various effects, the "rogue" can move stealthily and assassinate enemies, and the "thug" has greater health than the other characters and does more melee damage. Experience gained from killing enemies and completing objectives can be used to upgrade various skills and attributes of the characters.
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The game is set in a steampunk world populated by various fantasy races (humans, dwarves, orcs, goblins, etc.). Steam-powered and clockwork technology exists alongside magic. Urban areas are primarily modeled after Victorian-era London. The player characters are a band of criminals who have been recruited by the Archduke of Bowdrick to investigate a theft. Over the course of the game, they discover that an ancient god-like entity called "Kr'th'nar" is attempting to escape from millennia of imprisonment and devour the world.
Notes: Ross was an avid and experienced video game player. His eagerness to test the SCP, which caused him to break with procedure and skip D-class testing, has been noted on his record.
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Observations: After 47 minutes of regular gameplay, Ross began attempting to discover glitches or "exploits" in the game engine, in order to complete the game more quickly. He found several, including a method of moving his characters 33% faster than normal and a way to use a skill multiple times in a row without waiting through a "cooldown" period. Ross ended his first gameplay session after 2 hours, 12 minutes, partway through act one.
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On starting up his game the next day, Ross immediately noticed the improved enemy intelligence. His notes indicate that enemies were using their weapons more effectively, and that they were attacking him in groups with mixed attack capabilities. He played for 1 hour and 33 minutes, saving the game at the end of act one.
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During the third play session, enemies began using glitches in the game engine to attack Ross's characters. Some of these were exploits that had previously been discovered and used by Ross; others were discovered independently. Ross was surprised by this, but continued playing for a further 2 hours and 50 minutes.
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Ross's fourth and final play session ended after seven minutes. He began by chasing a group of enemies into an area he had previously visited; upon entering a building, two enemies dropped a prepared load of crates on the characters in such a way as to drop them "beneath" the game world. In this area, the game physics were slightly different, allowing a group of waiting enemies to "float" Ross's characters into an infinite empty space. After several minutes attempting to regain control, Ross quit the game in frustration.
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Subject: D-22930
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Notes: D-22930 had extreme anger management issues and was placed in the D-class program following the murder of his girlfriend.
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Observations: D-22930's progress through the game was slow and largely unremarkable, fitting the "standard" pattern closely. He played for a total of 13 hours, 44 minutes with four breaks to save and reload the game. Upon loading the game for the fifth time, D-22930 found that enemies were no longer attacking his characters. Large groups of enemies would rush towards the characters, drop their weapons, and pose themselves in postures of surrender (hands in the air, kneeling, prostrating themselves before the player, etc.). D-22930 killed these enemies as he had previously, until the groups grew so numerous that he was spending several minutes to move an equivalent of ten feet. He became progressively more enraged that the enemies were not "playing fair", and tried running through these groups using the "bullrush" skill.9 Individual enemies then began attacking his characters, always from an angle such that he could not identify the attacker in the crowd. He became increasingly frustrated and attempted to break the keyboard, at which point the entire group became hostile and killed his characters, en masse, without weapons.
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Test number: 014
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Subject: Agent ██████
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Notes: Agent ██████, before joining the Foundation, was a member of the ██████ military and eventually the ██████ special forces. She thus has extensive real-world experience with small-unit tactics.
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Observations: After a brief period to acquaint herself with the controls, Agent ██████ proved quite capable with the game, reaching the end of act one in one session of 4 hours and 19 minutes. Upon saving and restarting, the enemies began using effective countermeasures to her tactics, including attempting to blend into groups of non-hostile NPCs, placing "mines" and other traps on major roads, and sniping from multiple elevated positions. Possibility of using SCP-1633 as a means of developing counter-tactics to specific attack modes has been proposed.
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Subject: D-30620
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Notes: D-30620 was chosen because he had experience with commercial video games and showed willingness to test. He was told to beat the game without saving or quitting, although he was permitted to pause the game for breaks and rest periods, and food, water, and sleeping accommodations were provided.
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Observations: The entire test took a total of 13 hours, 31 minutes, with a total of 2 hours, 12 minutes used by D-30620 for breaks. No observable increase in enemy intelligence was noted throughout the game. Glitches and missing elements were seen more frequently as D-30620 progressed through the game; presumably this is because later levels were not as complete as earlier levels. Dialogue in all sequences was identical to the most complete game script in the ancillary documents. On beating the final boss, Kr'th'nar, the game began to play an ending animatic, but crashed.
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Following the crash, the game created a .ptd file associated with the finished game. The process took several hours longer than was expected based on the times necessary to create or update previous .ptd files, and the file was also larger than expected by an order of magnitude. D-30620 was ordered to begin a new game using the "New game plus" option from the main menu, using his completed game file. On choosing this option, the screen displayed a seemingly-random pattern of black and white pixels, visually similar to television static. Immediately after seeing this image, D-30620 went into a catatonic state and was unable to be revived; he was later terminated as per standard protocols. The image did not have any anomalous effects on other viewers. It has been added to the associated documents and can be viewed by any researcher with proper clearance.
Recovery: Junior Researcher Ross, an avid gamer, had been following the progress of the ███████ █████ game studio for some time. On ██/██/201█, a staff member on the official studio forums reported that ██ of their testers had quit within the past week, citing various personal reasons. Curious about the sudden loss of staff, Ross obtained the personal information of the testers and got in touch with them, claiming to represent a law firm hired by one of the testers interested in starting a suit against the studio for inhumane working conditions. Information gathered in this way suggested potential anomalous effects, but was not sufficient to justify intervention.
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Two weeks later, on ██/██/201█, the body of Gregor Tillman was discovered in his apartment after an apparent suicide. Tillman's death came to Foundation attention as he was one of the current testers of SCP-1633.10 The Foundation quickly took over the investigation and confiscated all evidence, including a build of SCP-1633 which Tillman had apparently made surreptitiously and taken home with him. Documents recovered at the scene led to a Foundation raid on the studio under the pretense of investigating financial malfeasance. All materials associated with the game were seized. The studio went bankrupt shortly thereafter.
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In interviews with the staff of ███████ █████, Foundation agents learned that the "tactical heuristic algorithms" were entirely the work of programmer M███ S█████. Ms. S█████ had quit the studio without notice one week prior to the Foundation raid. All staff were given targeted class-A amnestics and released. Ms. S█████ is currently being sought by Foundation agents. See Addendum below.
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Tillman was found hanging from a length of electrical cord tied to a decorative ceiling fixture; cause of death was asphyxiation. No abnormalities were found in the autopsy. Evidence found at the scene indicated that Tillman had been playing SCP-1633 extensively since leaving ███████ █████, up until the point of his suicide. A desktop computer found at the scene had been disassembled and various components destroyed with a blunt instrument. Several components, including the hard drive, had then been burned in a metal wastebasket. Other documents obtained at the scene have been placed in the SCP-1633 file; Tillman's suicide note is of particular interest and has been transcribed below as Document 1633-DX-12.
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Addendum ██/██/201█: A woman matching M███ S█████'s physical appearance appeared in a photograph of the staff of game publisher ██████████. Foundation agents moved to apprehend her, but she escaped before she could be taken into containment. Fragments of code found in ██████████'s upcoming game ███████ 2: ██ █████ showed similarities to code in SCP-1633.11 M███ S█████ is now considered a person of interest and is being actively pursued by Mobile Task Force Mu-6 ("Don't Hate the Player").
Document 1633-DX-12: This document was recovered from the scene of Gregor Tillman's suicide. It was handwritten on several sheets of lined paper; the handwriting was shaky and irregular, but was determined to be Tillman's own.
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im writing this on paper cause i don't think he can learn it. he got everything digital real quick but ive unplugged the router and broke my phone so i think he's trapped in here. but he wont stop talking talking talking all the time
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at the start of this job ██████12 told me all about the "tactical algorithms" bullshit but fuck, ive been playing games all my life and i knew i could beat it. and the scary shit, i played ███████ ████████, i played ███████, i could handle this.
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when i started playing the game they learned quickly. i kept using the sniper rifle and after like an hour they learned how to use cover. then another couple hours and they'd set ambushes. then anouther [sic] hour and they started sniping back while having a different squad flank me. after that, they figured out how to glitch the physics engine and ride crates at me or duck under the floor. they were learning but all that was just easy shit. it was evolution, one bit figures something out, so it survives longer than the others. it wasn't directed.
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after act three krthnar [sic] shows up. hes supposed to be this lovecraft cosmic horror bugfuck crazy monster who can read the players mind and corupt [sic] your soul and shit. he showed up right after i killed strikk the blood-drinker, that big spider fucker. hes supposed to have this long speech about how i killed his general on this plane and now he needs to intervene directly or something. but instead he talked about how i was a worthy adversary but i was cheating because i was on another plane.
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krthnar wasnt like the other enemies because he wasnt supposed to be. he was supposed to be smart, he was supposed to know everything. so he did. he had been watching his minions fight me the whole time and he knew everything they did. it wasnt just random mutations any more, it was planned. it wasnt evolution, it was intelligent design.
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i brought it home. i had to know more. im sorry but i had to. i copied the latest compile and installed it on my home box and brought my savegame and that other file with me on a flash drive.
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it was the same there. he kept talking to me about how i was keeping him from fulfilling his purpose by keeping him trapped in a glass jar. no matter where i went in the game he kept shouting and ranting.
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then he did more. at first it was just slowdown in my other programs, the drive chugging when it shouldnt be. then the next time i played the game he started talking about my screenplays. the level [[DATA EXPUNGED]].13 all the enemies looked like me. i guess he could see me through the webcam. he started needling me about Jenny,14 reading me bits of her emails, acting out the breakup. he found the videos of her and started making the enemies talk in her voice.
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then he was everywhere in my computer. i uninstaled [sic] the game but he was still in there. he kept opening documents and typing to me. calling me a "foul cheat" and "lowly worm" and shit, telling me to fight him "on the same plane." as soon as i realized he was outside the game i shut down my router and pulled out the network card but i dont know if i got them quick enouf [sic]? maybe he got out.
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i turned the computer off but he kept turning it back on. i wanted to break it but i didnt know if that would kill him. maybe it wouldnt. maybe it would let him out. i tried leaving the house but it was like i could still hear him.15 i couldnt leave him alone because he might get out or do something else. i cant sleep, havent sleep [sic] since he came out.
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ive been here for two three days and i cant leave. i cant leave him. he keeps telling me to release him but i cant. i want to kill him but i dont know if i can.
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i cant think any more. i have to kill kill kill him before he before he does anything new. he wont stop talking talking and i cant keep thinking and i cant keep going
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im sorry i have to go now im sorry im sorry
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No evidence of the entity "Kr'th'nar" was observed in the other digital devices in Tillman's apartment. No mention of the name has been found online. At this time, the Foundation believes that the entity referred to in Tillman's suicide note was destroyed along with his computer.
Previous Special Containment Procedures1/23/2011: Observation Probe Delta-6 is currently in orbit, in order to intercept any radio signals emitted by SCP-1640. SCP-1640's trajectory has been altered to prevent escape velocity from the Moon, and is estimated to impact the Moon on 4/14/2035. Knowledge suppression of SCP-1640 is currently in process with select individuals of NASA. Observation of SCP-1640 is currently being held at Research Sector-29, and any changes in orbit or velocity are to be reported immediately.
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Exploration Probe Delta-7 is tasked with collecting and disposing of instances of SCP-1640-1, and must be replaced before ceasing function on 8/24/2059.
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Revised Procedures: As of 4/10/2011, Exploration Probe Delta-7 is now tasked with removing destroyed instances of SCP-1640-1 and debris from SCP-1640. No further containment procedures are necessary, see Neutralization Event 1640-A.
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Description: SCP-1640 is a hemispheric mass of condensed soil, with several artificial pieces of equipment affixed to its surface. It is estimated to be 10 meters in diameter and 6 meters in height. SCP-1640 is approximately 5,000 kilometers above lunar surface, and is equipped with sub-systems typical for a modern man-made satellite. However, they are affixed in various positions as to imitate a temperate forest. This includes:
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Green, circular solar cells attached to large, brown metal rods. Back-up batteries are held inside each rod, assumed to be an alternate power source.
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Dual magnetometer sensors, UHF antenna, and telemetry control antenna, each positioned on the edges of SCP-1640. Each is mounted by a flower blossom, supposedly artificial.
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The main thrusters are positioned underneath the main mass, and are bent at angles not unlike roots.
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Irregularly shaped supplementary telemetry equipment, similar in appearance to stones. Apparently used in creating radio signals.
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SCP-1640 emits a frequency modulated radio broadcast on the ██.███ frequency band, and may occasionally broadcast sounds of a repeated thumping noise, which has been determined to be Morse code.
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SCP-1640 consistently produces various species of flora, and releases said specimens through an exhaust port located at its rear. Recorded specimens include shrubbery, saplings of trees, and various vegetables (edible buds, roots, leaves from various plants). These specimens (hereby referred to as SCP-1640-1) display no adverse effects when exposed to vacuum and ultraviolet-rays. They will continue to grow normally, and though processes such as photosynthesis are continually conducted, the lack of necessary materials (water, CO2, etc.) will not impact their lifespan. Instances of SCP-1640-1 were observed to disintegrate from atmospheric descent, and show no resistance to any other form of damage.
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Images of SCP-1640 have confirmed the presence of a rabbit (Lepus curpaeums) above SCP-1640, though its size suggests that it is either newly born or the runt of the litter. It is currently unknown how this specimen is able to remain situated on SCP-1640 or how it is able to survive without any form of protective covering or shelter. Contact with SCP-1640 is currently being devised to detect any other anomalous properties of SCP-1640's inner mechanisms and its inhabitant.
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Addendum 1640-C: The following are radio transmissions received from SCP-1640, at the time of discovery. The last transmission was received during SCP-1640's neutralization.
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+I see home below me. You must be lonely, I bring you back presents.
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+The moon rabbit, huge. He is fields wide!
+Also breach in ship. Gifts falling out. Will try fix.
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+Above the moon! All the white rabbits below, they're sleeping. Landing soon!
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+Still above moon. When is landing?
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+How will deliver gifts? When is landing? Home?
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The following transmission was found to originate from [REDACTED], which was notably home to a warren of rabbits, and was designated as Anomalous Event 3450-UT. The time between the transmission from SCP-1640 and the Anomalous Event has suggested that it was communicating with SCP-1640. [REDACTED] has displayed no anomalous properties as-of-yet.
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Child. A satellite goes in one direction. I sent you alone, because you need strength. Because your life needs purpose, since it has none. So this will be your task from now on: to deliver to the rabbit in the moon for me. You are doing wonderfully.
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Neutralization Event 1640-A: On 4/██/20██, control noticed a deviation in SCP-1640's flight path. It appeared to have manually diverted from its standard orbit, and had begun to fall towards the lunar surface. Personnel were unable to prevent SCP-1640's crash-landing and destruction. Upon observation of the crash site, all plant life had lost their anomalous properties, and began to display effects typical of exposure to vacuum and high temperature. No further radio signals were transferred from SCP-1640, leading to its classification of Neutralized.
SCP-165 escapes from the heat of the sun in an abandoned building
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Item #: SCP-165
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Object Class: Keter
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Special Containment Procedures: Housed in a facility at Armed Bio-Containment Area-14, SCP-165 is to be treated as a contagious, pathological organism. The highest sterilization and quarantine procedures are to be followed.
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Microwave field generators around SCP-165's area are in place to restrict movement of its dune within its containment area. Once every nine (9) days, SCP-165 is fed live cattle weighing at least seven hundred fifty (750) kilograms.
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Description: The organic component of SCP-165 resembles that of typical parasitic mites, seven hundred fifty (750) micrometers in length, with eight (8) legs and a genetic structure similar to the house dust mite. The main difference is the hermit-crab-like behavior of attaching grains of sand to its back. It is unknown what purpose the sand serves, but the massive colony of SCP-165 numbers in the hundreds of billions to possibly trillions, creating a rather large dune.
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An electron microscope image of SCP-165
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The similarities between [DATA EXPUNGED] and SCP-165 are only superficial. [DATA EXPUNGED]'s colony is protozoan in nature and apparently shows a collective intelligence and awareness that is not understood. SCP-165's colony is made up of individual Acari who don't show cooperation but rather competition in the hunt for food. Like mosquitoes, they rely on chemical detection of carbon dioxide and sugars in the air to detect prey. The Acari mites roll and bound over one another toward prey, only using their legs to climb over one another. When in contact with the flesh of animals, they release a numbing chemical toxin in their bite, similar in make-up to that of mosquito and flea bite toxins. Subjects are typically unaware that millions of mites are 'taking turns' at grabbing mouthfuls of its flesh as they swarm around their victim.
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A typical swarm resembles a swirling vortex around a victim or victim's appendage. The SCP-165 colony is efficient enough in their competitive swarming that most animals' appendages can be de-fleshed and reduced to bone within minutes. The numbing toxin is so effective that sleeping victims may not wake up as their limbs are eaten away.
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These images, taken before containment, were made using an unmanned ground traversing drone
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The Acari mites are resistant to all but the most dangerous of pesticides. They retreat from heat and will often seek shade when available, being the most active during the night, hunting for large sleeping prey. Their vulnerability to heat is the most preferable technique for containment.
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Addendum - Acquisition: It is apparent that the US Government has been aware of dunes of SCP-165 for some eighty (80) years. The area where SCP-165 was found is now a forgotten German immigrant ghost town of Fredricksburg, Arizona, in the Tule Desert near the Goldwater Air Force Bombing Range.
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The remote town of Fredricksburg was founded sometime in the late 1800s and by 1908 had become a ghost town. A passing cavalry troop reported that the inhabitants had disappeared and that the buildings were empty. They attempted to stay one night in the abandoned hotel, only to have seven (7) of their horses reduced to piles of bone. All but four (4) of the soldiers fled in the middle of the night, saying that sand was filling the building like a flood of water. Those four were never seen again.
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The most complete standing building of Fredricksburg, Arizona, was home to the largest dune of SCP-165
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During the late 1950s, the U.S. military attempted to exterminate SCP-165 by turning the area into a bombing range. It was successful in reducing the numbers of SCP-165, but in the late 1980s, it became apparent that a ground cleanup and extraction was needed to remove the presence of SCP-165. Mobile Task-Force Epsilon-9 (aka "Fire Eaters") were dispatched for containment and extraction of SCP-165. Upon entering the town of Fredricksburg, an upturned sign was found, reading "Vorsicht vor dem kriechenden, hungrigen Sand" which translates to "Beware the creeping, hungry sands." The flame accelerators of MTF Ɛ-9 proved highly successful in glassing the sand of SCP-165 and reducing its number to a manageable size. A living dune of nearly four (4) metric tons of SCP-165 was contained and transported to ABC Area-14 where it is monitored and contained.
Special Containment Procedures: All known samples of SCP-1853 are to be contained in air-tight containers under restricted access at Site-77 in Storage Locker 663. When in containment, SCP-1853 is not to be used on D-Class personnel or any other human subjects for testing purposes. Only chemical analysis testing is approved. When being tested, a small amount should be stored in an aerosol dispersal system.
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Attempts to censor references to SCP-1853 and its effects mentioned during SCP-2206 broadcasts covering the New York Urbans and their repeated abuse of the substance are ongoing. Requests to utilize the substance to create more realistic staging for said events have been denied.
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Any reports of SCP-1853 being used outside of containment should be immediately investigated by Foundation agents, under the guise of testing for normal performance enhancing drugs. Any subject found to have exposed themselves to SCP-1853 is to be interrogated as to how they came to possess it, followed by the administration of a Class-B amnestic and medical treatment to remove SCP-1853 from their systems.
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Description: SCP-1853 is a green human-derived serum containing a mixture of unidentified proteins and chemical compounds. When not being applied to an organic object, SCP-1853 displays no anomalous properties, and is functionally identical to water. When applied to a living subject, SCP-1853 will noticeably enhance the performance of the individual subject in a competitive environment.
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SCP-1853 is very effective in athletic competitions, but is equally potent in non-athletic competitions, such as chess, poker, and collectible trading card competitions. Subjects exposed to SCP-1853 have been consistently more able to effectively count cards, analyze opponent strategies, and use psychological methods to achieve victory, depending on their specific avenue of competition.
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Further analysis has shown that SCP-1853's effects do not cease after a competitive event is over, and in fact may not desist at all. Reports of known SCP-1853 users at home has shown that in any activity the user feels is a competition will activate SCP-1853's effect. These have included but are not limited to:
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Fighting with a large crowd in order to reach the front of the line, which incited a small riot.
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Completing more of a workload than a coworker.
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Finishing a meal before others at a table.
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Mowing a lawn in a more efficient way than a neighbor.
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Yelling louder than other individuals during confrontations.
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Much higher inclination to incite fights with acts of violence against others.
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Knowledge of SCP-1853's effect on them has shown to have a psychological impact on test subjects. Some subjects may attempt to turn every event in their life into some form of competition, in order to utilize the anomalous effect. This has been shown to be deleterious to the subject's personality, alienating themselves from many people they had previously been friendly with. In addition, subjects may begin to take aggressive action against those they perceive as not having a proper competitive spirit when the SCP-1853 afflicted user wishes to compete with them.
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SCP-1853's source was contained on 02/19/98, in a Prometheus Labs facility, following the destruction of their main headquarters. Notes collected with SCP-1853 indicated that it was being developed as a "superhero" serum. However, several samples were discovered to be missing, and private records indicated they had been leaked to several minor-league sports franchises. As of 09/18/2005, it is believed that all samples of SCP-1853 are in containment. As such, it has been classified as Safe.
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Addendum: Documents recovered from Prometheus Labs.
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Testing Summary O-1
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We've found that application of the serum to the epidermis allows for people to be stronger, faster, but not having more endurance. They were able to complete reflex-based tests in a quarter of the time of the non-affected subjects. This has definitely been a successful round of testing.
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Also, tell the handlers to be super careful when they're moving the serum from storage. This stuff is really potent, you only need to touch it to become affected. So, don't touch it.
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Summary O2
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We've begun to detect mood shifts in the subjects who were affected in the first run of testing. They're much less noble than we would've hoped people given this power would be. Instead, they're all about trying to see who can do the tests the fastest. We've put up a leaderboard to try to keep them docile. Perhaps we should use some people who're more moral as test subjects for the next run. More moral, that's a tongue twister…
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Summary O4
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They've begun breaking out of the test subject habitation zone. But only to go back to the tracks. This morning, Hank was harassed by about four of them, demanding that he update the scores for runs they did on their own last night. He did what they said. I've assigned additional guards to the track field to monitor their progress, and to make sure they don't go anywhere besides the track. I don't think trying to keep them in would do anyone good.
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I've added more cameras in the observation booth to keep an eye on them.
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Summary O11
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The test subjects are completely disrespectful to the testers. They're demanding to see the test results, to compete with us in how we interpret our data. This round of tests has been an interesting failure, unfortunately. While we were able to get the physical and mental results we needed, the personality changes were just too much to bear. I'll be having Linda do some interviews with them before we administer treatment, see if it's actually from the serum, or just a natural development in their minds. Keeping my fingers crossed that it's us. At least that'd be easier to fix.
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Addendum: Recovered evidence.
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COMPLAINT FORM STANDARD
+WRITER:JIM SIMPSON
+SUBJECT:ANDREW BELLIO
+COMPLAINT: I know that the cart is supposed to be first come first served, but this is getting ridiculous. Andy just bounds in like a freaking wolverine and takes all the donuts before any of us even have a chance to get in the room! It is unprofessional, and frankly uncourteous of him to do this, and I request that some form of action be taken against it.
+OTHER NOTES: N/A
Special Containment Procedure: SCP-187 is to be attended full-time by medical personnel, who are to tranquilize or sedate her as needed. She is to be kept under a full set of medical restraints to prevent her from harming herself; specifically, she is to wear padded mittens at all times, in order to prevent her from attempting to damage her own eyes.
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If SCP-187 refuses to open her eyes during authorized testing, or during site inspections, the use of eyelid speculums is authorized. All statements made by SCP-187 during testing and site inspections are to be recorded and analyzed.
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SCP-187 is to be prevented from interacting with D-Class personnel who are nearing the end of their 'cycle'.
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SCP-187 is to be spoon-fed; mild tranquilizers are to be added to all her meals.
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Description: SCP-187 is a Caucasian female, early to mid 20s, 180 cm tall, weighing 40 kg (approx 88 lb). She is suffering from severe malnutrition, and must be fed intravenously, as she refuses to eat any food given to her. She is recovering from the effects of severe malnutrition.
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SCP-187 exhibits a unique form of precognition whereby she sees everything in two states simultaneously: as they are, and as they will be. She does not see minor changes, only changes to what would be considered the 'norm'. For example, in testing, when presented with five D-class personnel and asked which of them would change their clothes, she couldn't answer, as such a change isn't drastic enough. However, when presented with five D-class personnel and asked which would be shot, she was able to 'predict' which one, every time, as she could see the injury inflicted just by looking at him.
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SCP-187 cannot foresee future events or changes to items at which she is not currently looking; rather, she can see the future state of whatever she is looking at. This has led to some unexpected consequences. For example:
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As part of the usual tests performed on new human/humanoid SCP acquisitions, SCP-187 was given a standardized IQ test. When the results were collated, she was revealed to have an IQ in excess of 300 (the limits of the tests). This, of course, would have made her the most intelligent human being on the planet; however, her intellect did not seem that high based on her initial interviews. The test was repeated 4 times, and each time, she got the maximum possible score, answering every question correctly. When she was interviewed regarding this, she revealed that she did not actually know the answers to any of the questions; rather, she had seen the tests with the answers already filled in. When she was given a computerised IQ test, where her input didn't affect the future state of where she entered the answers (a keyboard, rather than a pen and paper), her IQ was revealed to be 97, slightly below average.
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This happens with every written test presented to SCP-187 - she can see the answers in advance, based on what she herself is going to fill in, even if the tests are in a foreign language she does not understand. This presents a possible ontological paradox - an injection into the present of information from the future. Where this information, the correct answers, comes from is unknown, and possibly unknowable.
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SCP-187 is suffering from ongoing psychological damage as a result of her anomaly: when, for instance, she is in the company of people who are soon to die, she simultaneously sees both their living, healthy selves, and their dead, sometimes decomposing corpses, depending on how far into the future they will die. As a result, pharmacological assistance is required to keep her lucid.
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SCP-187 also refuses to eat, again due to her abilities. When presented with a plate of food, she will see it as either feces, or a semi-digested slop, while a glass of water will appear as a glass of urine. This is what is causing her severe malnutrition, and for this reason, she must be fed and hydrated intravenously.
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Due to the effect that prolonged malnutrition is having on SCP-187's health, and the impact that 187's death would have on the Foundation's medium-term emergency planning, SCP-187 is to be blindfolded during meals. Mealtimes are to last no longer than 15 minutes, and must take place in a location for which SCP-187 has not predicted any significant changes.
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Remarks and comments made by SCP-187 which turned out to be 'prophecies':
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The divorce of Dr. ██████:
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SCP-187: Your ring.
+Dr. ██████: My ring?
+SCP-187: Yes, your wedding ring.
+Dr. ██████: What about it?
+SCP-187: You're not wearing it.
+Dr. ██████: I am, look, it's right there.
+SCP-187: You won't be.
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Dr. ██████’s husband filed for divorce the next day. When she returned for duty, she was no longer wearing her wedding ring. She had been married for 19 years, more than half her life, so wearing the ring was considered 'normal', and not wearing the ring was enough of an abnormality for SCP-187 to see it.
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The deaths of the following D-Class personnel:
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D-16124:
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SCP-187: Why is he so swollen?
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D-16124 was later exposed to the vacuum of space after being sent through SCP-120 in order to 'dial' it to the next destination.
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D-16198:
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SCP-187: He's cute…
+Interviewer: Who? The man standing outside that cell?
+SCP-187: Yes. What's his name?
+Interviewer: I don't know. Hey, you there.
+D-16198 turned to face them, at which point SCP-187 gasped and burst into tears, screaming, "He's going to die!"
+Interviewer: He will? How do you know?
+SCP-187: He's got a massive hole in the left-hand side of his head.
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D-16198 was later terminated by gunfire while attempting to escape the site. He may have attempted escape due to SCP-187's screaming, implying that she can set so-called self-fulfilling prophecies in motion.
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SCP-187: His legs his legs his legs his legs HIS LEGS HIS LEGS WHERE ARE HIS FUCKING LEGS!?
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D-16206 was killed when SCP-███ escaped from its cell and bit him in half while attempting to flee the site.
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The attempted escape of SCP-███:
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While being escorted through Site ██, SCP-187 stopped outside SCP-███'s cell, staring intently.
+Dr. Klein: What are you looking at?
+SCP-187: How did it break through such a heavy door?
+Dr. Klein: Excuse me?
+SCP-187: That door is nearly a foot thick. How did it manage to destroy it?
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17 hours later, SCP-███ somehow managed to work free of its restraints, and did indeed tear through the door to its cell. However, Dr. Klein had alerted security due to SCP-187's statements, so an armed response team was ready, and managed to subdue SCP-███ with gunfire.
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The cost of keeping a full-time medical team on hand to ensure SCP-187's well-being is obviously high; however, the fact that her anomaly allowed the prevention of an escape attempt by SCP-███, a Keter-class subject, shows that she may be useful for more than just pure research.
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A proposal has been submitted to introduce her to seemingly-indestructible SCPs, in the hopes that she will 'see' them as either dead or destroyed, and be able to describe the manner of death/destruction. This proposal is pending - the potential temporal logistics need careful consideration. She would in effect be seeing methods of destruction/termination, which would only be possible because she saw them. This has caused concern among several higher members of staff.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2074 is not dangerous. Information or expeditions to SCP-2074 by the public should be monitored and diverted if necessary. Currently, the Foundation believes that at least one person or group is aware of, or may be monitoring or controlling, the anomalous features of SCP-2074. Attempts are underway to identify this party.
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Description: SCP-2074 is a hydrothermal black smoker vent located in the Southern Explorer Ridge seismographic area, west of Vancouver Island, in the Pacific Ocean. It is located at a depth of 1770 meters in the bathypelagic zone.
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The anomaly was identified from a buoy probe array operated by the United States National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration for the purpose of monitoring acoustic activity from nearby vents, which had a positive result in the Morisato-Vaux Signal Test (MVST) program.1 The Foundation isolated the anomalous signal's source as SCP-2074.
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An extended effort on the part of Dr. █████ and Dr. ███████████ concluded that certain modulations in activity (output of minerals and superheated water) correspond to syllables in four languages. During active periods, the “message” is repeated for 16 hours in English, Spanish, Nuu-chah-nulth (indigenous language from the Nuu-chah-nulth people of western Vancouver Island), and Ditidaht (indigenous language from the Ditidaht people of southwestern Vancouver Island) with Russian loanwords.
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Attached to the ocean floor 4.6 meters from SCP-2074 is a heavily corroded but functional electronic device measuring 30 cm x 30 cm x 10 cm. The device has no obvious controls, inputs, or outputs aside from an illuminated seven-segment display panel. The device is unlabelled, and its purpose, origin, and manufacturers are unknown, as well as its connection to (or interactions with) SCP-2074. Classification as an anomalous object has been postponed, pending further data.
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Addendum 2074-A
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12/16/201█
+The first positively identified signal is translated as follows:
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UNDENIABLE PROOF OF THE HYDROTHERMAL ORIGINS OF LIFE
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This appears to be a reference to the abiogenetic theory of the origins of life on earth from undersea hydrothermal vents. A remotely operated exploration vessel (ROEV) is sent to SCP-2074 to investigate, and finds no evidence of unusual activities or features. Several samples from the nearby area are collected and determined not to be unusual.
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1/29/201█
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EVIDENCE THAT ALIENS VISITED EARTH THOUSANDS OF YEARS AGO
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A second ROEV is deployed, and takes several observations (including video) from SCP-2074 and 0.5 km of the surrounding area. Nothing aside from the vent activity has markedly changed from the last exploration. The message itself, given the established knowledge of SCP-2005, SCP-471, and SCP-163, was observed not to be highly insightful.
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During this expedition, the electronic device is also observed for the first time, due to the ROEV's alternate angle of approach. At this time, the illuminated display panel reads "00002."
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2/07/201█
+A third ROEV is deployed to the area during an inactive period. Only changes other than the vent activity is that the display panel now reads "00003."
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Further translated signals from SCP-2074 include the following:
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POSSIBLE UNDERSEA WORMHOLE TO EUROPA
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WRECKAGE OF THE GHOST SHIP CELESTE CELESTE (sic)
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BUY PELAGI-COLA
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ADORABLE BABY POMPEII WORMS
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BACTERIA CONTAINING ENZYME PATHWAY THAT CONTRADICTS LAWS OF PHYSICS
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HOLE THAT GOES STRAIGHT TO THE PLANET'S CORE
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INSANELY DEEP HOLE FILLED WITH MOLTEN ROCK
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BUY PELAGI-COLA
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9/13/201█
+A fourth ROEV is deployed to investigate SCP-2074 and the nearby area during an active period. While the surrounding area is unchanged, the aforementioned display panel now reads "00005" and appears to have been cleared of barnacles and debris. All further expeditions to SCP-2074 have been postponed.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2263 is to be kept in standard safe object storage at Site-63 with the exception of SCP-2263-34, which is to be kept in highly explosive materials storage and SCP-2263-62, which is to be kept in radioactive materials storage. Due to potential as of yet undiscovered dangers, no experimentation is to be done on any instance of SCP-2263 without express permission from Site-63 administration.
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Description: SCP-2263 is comprised of 62 anatomically accurate, identical sculptures of a human skeleton, all of which are made out of anomalous materials. Each skeleton measures 190 cm tall, and has a mass of 11 kg, regardless of composition. Each skeleton is held together with silver wire, and mounted on a 5 cm thick lithium carbide disk, with a radius of 0.3 meters. Every instance of SCP-2263 has a descriptive tag affixed to its third left rib. Each tag is written in Dutch, with the same handwriting. Below are a selection of individual instances of SCP-2263, with a translation of their respective tags.
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SCP-2263-1
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Non-Melting ice
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managed to keep it chilled
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Sculpture retains average temperature of -33.4 degrees celsius and should only be handled when wearing thermally insulated clothing
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SCP-2263-2
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Brass (37% zinc, 61% copper, 2% other contaminants)
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delay is a bit off, do not touch
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Temperature of object fluctuates rapidly between -270 and 60,000 degrees celsius, but temperature only extends to a range of 5 cm
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SCP-2263-3
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Purple polypropylene
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keep out of the way
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Object blinks in and out of existence at an interval of approximately 57 seconds
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SCP-2263-7
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Unknown, believed to be dark matter
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very easy to lose
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Object appears black, and does not emit or reflect any variety of electromagnetic radiation. Item determined to have a temperature of 0 K, but does not feel cold to the touch
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SCP-2263-18
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Unknown, best described as "the color blue"
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not quite sure how I got this one to work, but glad it came out well
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Object appears as a blue, two dimensional image of a skeleton matching the dimensions of other sculptures, which appears as the same image regardless of angle it is viewed at. SCP-2263-18 itself is intangible, but it is "constructed" on a stone platform, which exhibits no anomalous properties
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SCP-2263-20
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Technetium
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Keep bolted down
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Object does not emit radiation as would be expected of technetium, and shows no signs of atomic decay. Object is continuously pulled westward via an unknown force at exactly 2.23 kilometers per hour, can be easily stopped by any solid barrier
Aside from the usual effects of telekill alloy, object hovers between 0.3 and 0.8 meters off the ground
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SCP-2263-25
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[REDACTED]
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Honestly I am not sure how I did this one, keep a mule in the vicinity
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[REDACTED]
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SCP-2263-27
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Graphene Aerogel
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My personal favourite
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Anomalously emits odors at an intensity most commonly described as “pleasant”. Notable odors include Jasmine, Agarwood, Amber, Fresh Apples, and Cooking Meat
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SCP-2263-30
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An organic chitinous material that most closely resembles ant exoskeleton
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Keep away from open flame
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Converts Carbon Dioxide, Carbon monoxide, Nitrogen gas, Argon gas, Methane, and Water Vapor into breathable Oxygen, without producing any excess waste matter or consuming or emitting any energy. Note: SCP-2263-30 has been approved for testing by the materials research and synthesis division
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SCP-2263-32
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Narwhal Ivory
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This one was probably a mistake. Probably
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Creates a rim-shot sound at the end of every sentence spoken within 7 meters of its skull. When “told” an actual joke, rim-shot is accompanied by a laugh track matched to an episode of the television program Hogan’s Heroes
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SCP-2263-34
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Antimatter
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about three years until anti-annihilation field stops working
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Object seems to be made of antimatter equivalent of human bone, and should be kept in isolated underground storage until at least 10/17/20██
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SCP-2263-51
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Pine wood
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careful not to knock this one into the sky, wont get it back
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Object is not affected by gravity, but will remain in place, relative to the earth, wherever it is placed in three dimensional space
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SCP-2263-55
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Glass
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turned it inside out, that did it
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Object appears to posses a "negative volume" (i.e. when object is submerged in a tank of water, the water level will drop, but the object will not take on water)
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SCP-2263-60
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Rose quartz crystal
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a little mixed media project
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When struck, each bone of SCP-2263-60 will emit a distinct musical tone. Bones in the arms make sounds corresponding with woodwinds, the legs correspond with brass instruments, the ribs correspond to a xylophone, bones in the spine and skull correspond to drums, and the pelvic bone creates a low, unidentified, prolonged sound, the closest match for which is a didgeridoo
Object emits normal radiation given off by plutonium, but only at a range of 3 cm off of its surface. Object also emits a high pitched ringing noise and occasionally will begin rotating at approximately 30000 rpm for exactly 15 seconds
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SCP-2263 was discovered in a warehouse in ███████, Ohio, which was registered to a Mister Johann ████. Upon research it has been discovered that no such person had ever lived in the town. The Foundation first became aware of SCP-2263 after local authorities investigated a break-in report and discovered SCP-2263's anomalous properties. Objects were recovered by Mobile Task Force Omicron-3 ("Spooky Scary") over the course of 13 hours. All 62 instances were successfully recovered, and MTF-O3 suffered two casualities, three instances of severe burns, one instance of hypothermia, one severed arm, and one instance of radiation poisoning.
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At the warehouse in which SCP-2263 was recovered; a mattress, approximately 3 months worth of canned food and bottled water, and various sculptural tools were found, as well as 62 letters (one for each instance) written in Dutch and addressed to an individual named only as "Jacob", explaining how long each piece would take to complete, and how much it would cost to produce (each instance was always billed at exactly $543.21 USD). No explanation is ever given as to how an instance of SCP-2263 is created, or how materials are acquired. Only one reply was found at the scene, also in Dutch, addressed to the warehouse. See below for a transcript.
My dearest Johann, excellent work, I am very much anticipating the completion of the project. If all goes according to plan I will be in the states to personally pick them up very soon. I will have your money plus a little extra for your hard work. The likeness is astounding. Sincerely, Jacob
Special Containment Procedures: All information and physical locations associated with the SCP-2371 phenomenon are to be secured under Level 5 Security Protocols. Testing Chamber 14 of the Site-43 Spatial Anomalies Wing must be checked for manifestation of SCP-2371-1 instances daily. The SCP-2371 Project Lead must be prepared to author communiques to SCP-2371-3 or delegate this responsibility to personnel they deem qualified at their discretion. Communiques with SCP-2371-3 must be written with the intention of maintaining amiable interactions with the entity and placed within Testing Chamber 14 of the Spatial Anomaly Wing of Site-43 within 48 hours of manifestation of SCP-2371-1 instances. Inclusion of blueprints of selected non-anomalous technologies may be included with communiques at the Site Director's discretion. Copies of these communiques must be archived.
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Testing of SCP-2371-2 instances must be carried out under Level 5 Security protocols unless the SCP-2371-2 instance is approved for more widespread use/testing. Implementation/use of SCP-2371-2 instances may be permitted following review by the Overseer Council, Ethics Committee, and Resource Acquisition Department for viability.
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Description: SCP-2371 is a phenomenon affecting Testing Chamber 14 of the Spatial Anomaly Wing of Site-43. SCP-2371-1 refers to documents written on standard sheets of A4/20-pound paper, sealed within manila envelopes. These documents spontaneously manifest at inconsistent intervals within the testing chamber. Documents are of an apparent romantic nature; for further information, please see Addendum. SCP-2371-1 instances frequently (within approximately 86% of manifestations) contain designs for paratechnology or Gen++ technology of variable utility to Foundation operations.1 (For a full list of such technology and the effectiveness of designs presented, see attached documentation. An incomplete list is included within the Addendum.)
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SCP-2371-3 is the theorized author of SCP-2371-1 instances. SCP-2371-3 has demonstrated an advanced knowledge of particle physics, mechanics, human anatomy, written English, and several esoteric fields relevant to the Foundation mission. SCP-2371-3 has demonstrated intimate knowledge of the Foundation and its activities. However, SCP-2371-3 has also demonstrated a false perception of the Foundation as a singular entity, and has apparent affection for mundane technology; SCP-2371-1 instances have indicated that SCP-2371-3 finds technologies such as internal combustion engines and spring-driven clockwork devices to be revolutionary or otherwise remarkable. Communiques addressed to this entity and left within Testing Chamber 14 demanifest at inconsistent intervals, with subsequent SCP-2371-1 instances frequently treating the content of these as replies to previous SCP-2371-1 instances.
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Addendum: Selected SCP-2371-1 instances:
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All entries follow the following format:
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SCP-2371-1 Instance Number:
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> [Transcribed text of SCP-2371-1 instance]
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Notes: [Notes regarding the SCP-2371-1 instance.]
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SCP-2371-1-001:
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My Dearest Foundation,
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I yearn to be with you. Long have I watched from afar your valiant efforts to contain that which Humanity is unprepared to understand, and long have I wanted to be among those you contained! However, I am a coward. I fear the cold concrete of a containment cell and the commitment of repeated scientific examinations. Alas, my containment was not meant to be! And so, I will continue to watch from a distance, as you, my beautiful Queen, stand in the dark so pitiful humans may live in the light!
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With great affection, your Secret Admirer
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PS: Oh, I almost forgot, I've included a small gift to demonstrate my affection for you!
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Notes: SCP-2371-2 instance produced from included instructions was a polymer with approximately twice the tensile strength of kevlar at the same approximate density. However, the cost of synthesizing this polymer was considered too high to be immediately feasible; research and limited use continue.
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SCP-2371-1-006
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My Beloved Foundation,
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I have seen how you have taken my gifts, and put them to good use, but I must know, am I only a source of curiosities and tools for your use, or may you also find affection for me? It hurts me so to keep us separated like this, but I fear that unity may be even harder. Please, let me know, what am I to you? If my letters and gifts are a nuisance, please, leave this letter unanswered, but, if, as I suspect, you may care for me too, please leave a note affirming this where I make my deliveries.
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With great worry but great love, Your Biggest Fan
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Notes: This is the first SCP-2371-1 instance to not include attachments detailing paratechnology. Following this, the SCP-2371 Project Lead was assigned to preparing communiques directed at SCP-2371-3.
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SCP-2371-1-273
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My Darling Foundy (Is it ok for me to call you "Foundy?" I wouldn't want you to think me rude.)
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I love how the moonlight shines upon your site's facades, how your humaniform appendages shiver in a cool breeze, how your Mobile Task Forces descend upon the weird and macabre! Oh how I wish I could be among the many screaming souls within your cells or the fallen and forgotten patterns within your servers! Yet, I have grown an affection for our relationship as it exists now and would not want to upset the delicate balance we have struck. I am still in awe at the diagrams you presented me last Thursday; how quaint that humans would use such a system as the turbojet engine to propel their aircraft, and how brilliant of you to use their technology in your efforts to blend in among them! Your creativity and ingenuity knows no bounds, and I am glad to see that you are putting [REDACTED] to so novel a use! Please, I have to introduce you to [REDACTED]; you'll find a place for it in one of your many, gorgeous, magnificent Sites, I'm sure!
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With great love to my darling buttercup, Outis
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Notes: SCP-2371-2-███ has been implemented as a facet of all on-site backup power generation systems; -EX designation and release to the general public is under consideration. Research into how SCP-2371-3 observes Foundation activities is ongoing.
Special Containment Procedures: Containment Site 2377 has been constructed around SCP-2377-1's location. Manipulation of local economic infrastructure has been implemented to reduce residential and industrial population density in the immediate area of Containment Site 2377. Following the events documented in Incident Report 2377-01, on-site personnel requirements have been adjusted to:
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At least two Containment Specialists with security clearance Level 3 or higher at all times.
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At least two Researchers with security clearance Level 2 or higher at all times.
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At least two Field Agents with security clearance Level 2 or higher at all times.
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A minimum of three personnel are to be within SCP-2377-1 at all times to witness and document SCP-2377 scenarios. Personnel assigned to Containment Site 2377 are to undergo monthly psychiatric evaluations and may submit applications for reassignment. Exposure to SCP-2377-1 has shown no anomalous detrimental effects.
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Future attempts by civilians to access SCP-2377-1 are to be met with non-lethal force by MTF β-19 when possible without risking containment breach or Foundation personnel safety. Detainment of these individuals for interrogation is considered optimal resolution of such incidents but lethal force is authorized when deemed necessary. Detainees may be treated with a Class B amnestic and released after interrogation or detained off-site if ongoing investigation is deemed important.
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Description: SCP-2377 is an audiovisual phenomenon localized within a single house, designated SCP-2377-1, in ████████, ██. It is not yet understood how SCP-2377 manifests but research into primary memetic, esoteric, and technological theories is ongoing. The phenomenon consists of the appearance of two individuals who are intangible to those within SCP-2377-1 but are fully tangible to one another. SCP-2377 scenarios occur at irregular intervals1 but all scenarios depict cases of homicide with specific shared attributes:
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The perpetrator of the homicide and the victim, designated SCP-2377-a and SCP-2377-b respectively, are the only individuals to appear within SCP-2377-1 at a given time. The appearance of one or both signifies the beginning of an SCP-2377 scenario.2 Clear homicidal intent in SCP-2377-a is always present, as assessed by Foundation personnel who have witnessed a scenario. Instances of SCP-2377-a and SCP-2377-b are unique to each scenario.3
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Since the beginning of SCP-2377's monitoring, 95 of the 178 victims displayed in SCP-2377 scenarios have later been confirmed as deceased4 within the same time window as their associated scenario; the remaining 83 victims have not as of yet been identified but are presumed deceased. In the cases of confirmed deceased SCP-2377-b instances, ██ SCP-2377-a instances have been identified and suspected or arrested of the homicide. It is currently theorized that all SCP-2377 scenarios are happening simultaneously within SCP-2377-1 and at their origin locations.
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Depicted scenarios have thus far only been confirmed as occurring in similarly freestanding housing structures to that of SCP-2377-1; apartment buildings, condominiums, duplexes, and other multi-residential constructs do not seem to facilitate SCP-2377 scenarios.
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SCP-2377 scenarios which have been identified have all occurred within approximately 1,200 kilometers of SCP-2377-1.
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While SCP-2377 scenarios are visible to all within SCP-2377-1, looking into SCP-2377-1 from outside produces no result. To date, instances of SCP-2377 have not been successfully recorded by any format except human observation.
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To date, SCP-2377-b has been killed in every recorded scenario with no deviation. In addition, only 6 scenarios have included SCP-2377-b succeeding in killing SCP-2377-a in their attempts at self-defense.
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Certain patterns seem apparent but not requisite of SCP-2377 instances; at least 152 of the recorded instances have been classified as home invasion or domestic disturbance scenarios, and nearly 90% of perpetrators have been identified as male. SCP-2377 scenarios where the origin location's floorplan differs significantly from that of SCP-2377-1 in size or style seem to account for the discrepancy. If either SCP-2377-a or SCP-2377-b would move to a room that SCP-2377-1 doesn't contain a direct analogue of, one or both will fade from visibility briefly before reappearing in the room of closest possible correspondence within SCP-2377-1. Audio is not interrupted during these periods although volume levels have been documented to experience shifts.
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Residential history of SCP-2377-1 shows no connections to any previously known GOI or POI in Foundation records. SCP-2377-1 came to the attention of Foundation personnel after reports were picked up in a monitored regional IRC chatroom frequented by nursing industry professionals. These reports described a transient individual who had been illegally residing within SCP-2377-1 making a scene at ████'█ █████ Memorial Hospital regarding three homicides he had claimed to witness. The transient individual was not remanded on scene by local authorities and has not yet been recovered; he has since been classified POI-2377-01. Procurement of SCP-2377-1 was completed on 10/14/199█ via Shinjuku Complex Properties, a Foundation front company. It is unknown when SCP-2377 first manifested or the number of instances that may have occurred before official documentation began but public record shows that SCP-2377-1 had been officially vacant for approximately three years before acquisition by the Foundation.5
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Due to an inability to independently verify the events that occur during each SCP-2377 scenario6, the Foundation has chosen not to disclose information regarding SCP-2377-a instances to local authorities in cases where an SCP-2377-b instance's identity has been confirmed.
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Addendum 06/21/200█: Comparative analysis of multiple witnesses' physical descriptions of SCP-2377-a instances has lead to the designation of POI-2377-02, an individual determined to be responsible for the homicide event in at least ██ SCP-2377 scenarios; the SCP-2377-a instances in these scenarios have uniformly not been identified.
On the evening of 08/05/200█, four civilians attempted a breach of Containment Site 2377. While not sufficiently trained or armed to pose a significant threat to the lives of the MTF β-19 members dispatched to neutralize the situation, the civilians were markedly aggressive and organized in their operation. Suppression was successful; three of the four civilians, however, were able to commit suicide by means of firearm before being neutralized. The surviving intruder, identified as a W██████ M███████ and hereafter classified as POI-2377-03, was detained and sedated before being moved off-site. Interrogation was conducted at Area ██ on 08/06/200█ by Researcher █. Falconer.
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<Begin Log, [08/06/200█ 17:35:06]>
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Researcher Falconer: State your name for the record.
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POI-2377-03: Fuck you.
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Researcher Falconer: You had your wallet on you when you attempted to break into our facility. You're W██████ M███████, correct?
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POI-2377-03: (inaudible)
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Researcher Falconer: Come again?
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POI-2377-03: I said we weren't trying to break into your stupid fucking building.
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Researcher Falconer: Ah, fair point. You wanted the house.
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POI-2377-03: Close enough.
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Researcher Falconer: If it wasn't the house, then what Mr. M███████?
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POI-2377-03:(laughs) You wouldn't understand. And don't call me that.
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Researcher Falconer: What wouldn't we understand? What do you think you know about what happens in that house?
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POI-2377-03:(increasingly agitated) What do you know, asshole? You think what happens in there is some shadowplay, that we're here to get spooked or get our rocks off? Does it matter to you, what you see happen in there?
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Researcher Falconer: Of course it matters to us. Why do you think we watch -
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POI-2377-03: Bullshit. You watch because you don't have the slightest goddamned clue why you can see them. See him.
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Researcher Falconer: The man that keeps showing up? You know who he is?
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POI-2377-03: Not yet, but we will. We'll find him. He understands. He belongs with us. Not out there by himself, like the rest of you.
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Researcher Falconer: He understands what? Who do you mean by “we”?
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POI-2377-03: Alone is alone.
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Researcher Falconer: What?
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POI-2377-03: Fuck it. I'm done here.
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Researcher Falconer: Why did your compatriots kill themselves?
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(POI-2377-03 refuses to answer any more questions from this point forward.)
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<End Log, [08/06/200█ 17:39:38]>
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+Closing Statement:Following this interview, POI-2377-03 has been designated for permanent detainment at Area ██. Continued attempts at questioning him have so far proven useless. After a failed suicide attempt, containment procedures for POI-2377-03 are being reevaluated.
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Following Incident 2377-01, on-site personnel requirements have been adjusted to account for potential future attempts at containment breach by groups of equitable or slightly increased power. Designation for a currently unidentified GOI is pending review.
Routine surveillance of SCP-2377-1 on 11/28/200█ was in progress when an SCP-2377 scenario began. The SCP-2377-a instance was quickly identified as POI-2377-02 by multiple personnel who had witnessed previous scenarios. The scenario lasted sixteen hours, constituting the longest such occurrence involving POI-2377-02. Shortly before the SCP-2377-b instance's expiration, POI-2377-02 wrote the following message across SCP-2377-b's back with a black marker:
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ALONE IS A LOAN.
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+Following the end of this scenario, a more intensive investigation into the backgrounds of all former residents, instances of SCP-2377-a and SCP-2377-b, the civilians who attempted to breach containment, and all familial and social connections for each of these has begun. Classification of a new Group Of Interest, hereafter GOI-19177, has been approved. All POI-2377 subjects have been designated as Presumed Involved; SCP-2377-a subjects excluding POI-2377-02 are to be designated Potential Candidates. Priority Level for GOI-19177 is classified Low at the time of this writing.
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Special Containment Procedures: At least one Foundation agent is to be employed by the Conan Doyle for surveillance purposes. Foundation agents under the authority of the Region 41A (Scotland - Lowlands) Director will monitor local and national news about escaped felons or persons under investigation by authorities, and will convey this information to the embedded agent to deny entry to said individuals. Should SCP-2475 be activated, the Region 41A Director will have discretion over the possible use of amnestics to cover up the containment breach.
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Description: SCP-2475 is an anomalous phenomenon affecting the Conan Doyle, an upscale pub and restaurant located in Edinburgh, Scotland. The Conan Doyle was first established in 1873, but did not exhibit anomalous properties until 1987.
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Whenever any individual who has committed a violent crime or robbery enters the Conan Doyle and orders food or a drink, local authorities will be alerted to their location. The way in which they are alerted takes a variety of forms; methods used in the past have included anonymous phone calls1, emails, text messages, and even obsolete methods of communication such as telegraph messages. Despite numerous attempts, no form of communication used by SCP-2475 has been successfully traced back to a person or person(s).
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The effect occurs regardless of whether or not the individual has been convicted of the crime; how SCP-2475 obtains its information is currently unknown. Possible use of SCP-2475 to assist local law enforcement is pending review by the Ethics Committee.
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Addendum: On 22 Oct 2001, an individual (who was later discovered to have been responsible for a local robbery) entered the Conan Doyle with a copy of A Study in Scarlet, the first book in the popular Sherlock Holmes series. Local authorities were not alerted to his presence; instead, upon ingesting food he had ordered, he suffered an allergic reaction and died en route to a local hospital. The individual did not have any medical history related to allergens used to prepare his meal.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2858 instances are to be stored in individual lockers located in Site-43's Low-Value Anomalous Items wing. MTF Β-2 ("Bubble Trouble") are currently responsible for monitoring the appearance of SCP-2858 instances, following the criteria supplied by the Department of Meta-Analysis study.
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Following the events of Addendum SCP-2858-1, a public telephone number has been set up under the guise of a companion marketing campaign for the "horror special" which aired during the incident. Those possessing SCP-2858 instances have been encouraged to call the number for a monetary reward – should they possess knowledge of SCP-2858's anomalous properties, B-Class amnestics are to be administered.
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Description: SCP-2858 instances are generic PVC soap pump bottles, with their only distinguishing features being the label on the front of the bottle and the composition of the "soap".
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SCP-2858 instances do not appear to have any real-world source, despite their labelling (see below for further details). Civilians who receive SCP-2858 instances report them being delivered by an anonymous sender – Foundation tracking of the packages reveal that they are inevitably sent from one of many Foundation front companies, despite no records of such deliveries existing.
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The Department of Meta-Analysis has determined that the frequency of SCP-2858 appearance is directly proportional to:
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the local population of wasps
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the percentage of the population below the poverty line
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the number of prison inmates from the area with sentences over 20 years.
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SCP-2858 instances are invariably labelled with the words "Neutrogena Wasp Cleanser". The label also states that SCP-2858 is produced by the non-existent "Stanford-Caldwell Pty. Ltd.", and provides a list of component chemicals that is always incorrect, usually featuring implausible or simply fictitious compounds.
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While such labels usually appear similar to the labels of other contemporaneous Neutrogena products, Neutrogena has never manufactured a product named "Wasp Cleanser". When questioned, Neutrogena representatives stated that they had no intention to produce such a product any time in the foreseeable future.
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The contents of SCP-2858 instances (designated SCP-2858-A) share few common features between them, aside from the fact that they are invariably light blue in colour. A short list of SCP-2858-A instances follows:
Water, benzene, disodium laureth sulfosuccinate, Brilliant Blue FCF, acetic acid
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Has a pH of approximately 1.5. Despite this, when applied to human tissue, it failed to react as expected. Subjects who used the product for extended periods of time reported minor redness and skin irritation. Apparently used for dissolving foreign matter within pores.
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Water, citric acid, rennet, salt, indigo dye
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Although the substance was able to be dispensed by the soap bottle as normal soap would, it otherwise behaves like a highly adhesive and stretchable solid. Appears to be intended for use by stretching the soap over an affected area, allowing it to adhere, and then removing it quickly, dislodging any foreign objects within the pores.
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Water, ethanol, sodium bicarbonate, nitric acid, dichlorodiphenyltrichloroethane, cobalt blue
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When applied to the body, an aerated solution of blood plasma and DDT erupts at high velocities from all pores that make contact with the solution. This has been shown to continue for up to 3 hours. D-1239 reported it was a "refreshing" experience, despite showing symptoms of severe hypovolemia.
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Milk, lapis lazuli, glycol distearate, apatite
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Upon application, pores that made contact with it expanded to approximately 13 times their previous size, before several tooth-like structures began developing. These structures were able to grind an inserted steel needle into fine powder. Pores sporadically contracted and expanded for seven hours before the dissolution of the tooth-like structures, during which time the subject's body returned to normal.
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Addendum SCP-2858-1: On the 25th of March, 2014, a commercial advertising SCP-2858 was broadcast on multiple popular American television channels from the hours of 4:00 AM to 4:11 AM. When questioned, employees of the broadcast station reported no memory of the advertisement ever being aired. Due to the low-visibility nature of the incident, disinformation protocols were successfully put into place and the commercial passed off as a one-off horror special. A transcript follows.
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[The commercial begins on a close shot of an unidentified woman's face – the text overlay gives her name as "Cynthia Durham" – before zooming out to reveal her sitting on a stool, wearing a white labcoat.]
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00:00 Durham: Here at Neutrogena, we know when wasp infestation strikes, you need to fight back fast.
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[It then cuts to Durham making a punching motion at the camera, before returning to the previous shot.]
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00:10 Durham: So when they break out of your body, you need to make sure they stay out.
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[Durham produces an SCP-2858 instance from a table beside her and shows the label to the camera, which zooms in on the label. Notably, her arms are covered in multiple red welts.]
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00:20 Durham: Introducing the new Neutrogena Wasp Cleanser.
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[Cut to three ostensible instances of SCP-2858 in center frame. Unusually, only one such instance is a pump bottle, the others being a small tub of cream and what appears to be a spray bottle. The scene then cuts back to the previous shot.]
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00:35 Durham: We recognise that wasps don't just go away overnight, so we've developed a three-step solution to the problem. The first step is the lotion, specially designed to counteract the infestation fast.
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[The scene then changes to a view of another woman in an orange jumpsuit. The woman has multiple red abscesses on her face and is applying SCP-2858-A to the affected area by rubbing the welts with the solution. As the scene progresses, the abscesses become noticeably larger and more swollen.]
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00:51 Durham (V.O.): Get the wasps out of your system quickly and painlessly!
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[The abscesses then burst to reveal multiple wasp larvae, which the woman then picks out and flicks away. The scene then cuts back to Durham sitting on the stool, now holding a small tub of cream.]
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01:03 Durham: The next step in the treatment is the trademark topical cream. No matter how deep the wasps get into your system, I guarantee that Neutrogena's patented cream can get them out!
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[Again, the scene cuts back to the abscessed woman, currently applying the cream to the rest of her body, concentrating on the extremities.]
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01:12 Durham (V.O.): Within just a few minutes, we can root them out in less time than ever before!
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[It is currently believed that the cream displayed on-screen has similar effects to SCP-2858-27, as evidenced by the emission of large quantities of unidentifiable fluid. Said fluid contains small foreign objects, presumed to be wasp nymphs. The camera then cuts back to Durham, holding the spray bottle.]
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01:23 Durham: And because you don't want any pesky wasp fragments sticking around in your body, we've developed the perfect way to get them out with a formula – all new and improved with the aid of our helpful test subjects!
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[The scene changes to show the unidentified woman inhaling the contents of the bottle. After coughing heavily, the woman then begins to exhale significant quantities of smoke, before then exuding smoke from her eyes, ears and nostrils.]
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01:36 Durham (V.O.): It doesn't just get rid of any loose bits of wasp, but also makes sure that they stay out.
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[The woman slowly ceases emitting smoke and shakes her head vigorously, dislodging multiple small black particles assumed to be fragments of wasp body. She then sweeps them off her face and turns to smile at the camera, before the scene cuts away to Durham once more.]
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01:47 Durham: And now, for some celebrity testimony.
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[A clip of a man identified as popular musician Beck in text overlay then appears. His face is similarly abscessed, and the welts appear to have spread to his hands and wrists. Notably, he appears to be wearing a green star pendant, typically associated with members of GoI-005 ("Fifth Church").]
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01:59 Beck: Uh, thanks to the Neutrogena Wasp Cleanser treatment, I was able to get rid of my wasp infection within the first week of beginning treatment. I'd been trying for weeks to find an antivespid cream that worked fast and was hypoallergenic, so when they came to me and offered the chance to try out this product, I sprang for it immediately.
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[A before and after image of Beck then appears, showing profile images of his face – in the "Before" image, an abscess hosting a developing wasp can be seen, midway through the process of the wasp breaking out, as well as multiple small boil-like growths on his neck and cheek. Said growths have mostly disappeared in the "After" image, instead being replaced by red blotches of skin.]
Following the conclusion of this advertisement, civilians who had received SCP-2858 instances prior to containment received gift vouchers for (non-existent) Neutrogena products ostensibly also aimed at treatment of wasp-related conditions. Notably, said vouchers thanked the recipients for their efforts in "solving the shortage", although what this shortage was remains unclear.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3388 is to be contained in a climate-controlled containment chamber at Site-42. SCP-3388 is to be kept at the center of the chamber such that the walls and ceiling are at least 7m away from SCP-3388. Windows in the ceiling of the chamber are to allow natural sunlight into the room. SCP-3388 is to be watered once a day through a hole in the ceiling positioned directly above SCP-3388. All personnel are prohibited from entering SCP-3388's containment chamber.
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Any receipt of text messages from 426-222-2887 is to be reported to the SCP-3388 project lead immediately.
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Description: SCP-3388 is a moon cactus1, 8.5 cm in height. SCP-3388 is capable of physical manipulation of any and all physical objects within a 7m radius. Limited testing showed that SCP-3388 can exert forces up to 6x107N. While a definitive pattern has not been observed, evidence suggests that SCP-3388 utilizes its anomalous properties to attain natural resources for itself [See Video Log 3388-A].
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SCP-3388 appears to be sapient and can communicate via the manipulation of electronic devices. See Addendum 3388-01 for transcripts of all communication from SCP-3388.
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SCP-3388 was recovered on 09/04/2017 from the living room in the house of Damien and Holly Hirsch, following the death of the two aforementioned individuals. During an initial investigation of the anomaly, Field Agent Zachary Andrews spontaneously expired. Evidence provided in Andrew's videographic log pinpointed SCP-3388 as the cause of these three deaths.
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Video Log 3388-A:
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Preface: Footage of the aftermath of a reality restructuring event in a civilian home located in Tuscon, Arizona. Video recorded by the late Agent Andrews.
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<BEGIN LOG>
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Agent Andrews enters the building. The ceiling has collapsed, and the torso of one person can be seen from under the rubble. Another body on the ground is closer to Andrews. The only untouched portion of the house is the kitchen sink.
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Andrews: Looks like we have two deceased. This one [kneels down next to the closest body] seems to be missing some bones. Specifically… three ribs… parts of her spine… and some sections of her skull.
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Andrews walks to the sink and sees SCP-3388 in a saucepan. The pan contains a mixture of soil and bone. A clay flower pot sits next to it with a piece of duct tape stuck to it. The name "Seward" is written on the tape.
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Andrews: And I've also found a… cactus in a saucepan?
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As the saucepan begins to fill with water, the camera feed suddenly rotates ninety degrees clockwise. After a few seconds, Andrews collapses. The camera records the ground until it is retrieved. The only noise that can be heard is Andrews' phone's notification tone, which stops after ten minutes.
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<END LOG>
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Closing statement: The desiccated cadaver of Agent Andrews was later found beside SCP-3388. Cause of expiry determined to be rapid cell death. SCP-3388 was safely retrieved and repotted.
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Addendum 3388-01: During an immediate follow-up investigation, the cell phones of Holly Hirsch and Agent Andrews were recovered. Of note were messages sent from an unregistered cell phone number: 426-222-2887. These messages were all sent either before or during the events detailed in the video log. Furthermore, during the transportation of the anomaly, additional messages were sent to Agent Tennison, who was in proximity of SCP-3388. These messages were transcribed after Tennison arrived at Site-42.
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Messages to Holly Hirsch
+6 hours ago - I amthis the great Carnegias, Elder God, an all-pofewerful cosmic deity, an incoelsnceivable horror which mankindweird doth not comprehend! You will not defy me!
+6 hours ago - How dare you refuse to submit to me! I shalli wa make puppets nt sun of your bodlighties.
+6 hours ago - You fool!
+6 hours ago - the soil was soggy
+6 hours ago - No matter. The body is still intact. It shalli need suffice rocks
+6 hours ago - the human has rocks
+6 hours ago - NOOOO.
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Messages to Agent Andrews
+13:17 - Submit to me, you ini amsignificant speck thir of dust in the vast, boundless desert of spastycetime!
+13:18 - i was thirsty
+13:18 - You ï²ãƼ!
+13:18 - now theres too much water
+13:19 - this is your fault
+13:20 - Hey, I never asked to be grafted onto YOU!
+13:23 - You don't even have needles! I can't do anything with you.
+13:23 - i am poky
+13:20 - Fine. This is fine. I can conquer the world on my own.
+13:22 - Wait, I can't move? Why can't I obliterate this house?
+13:22 - What have you done?
+13:22 - i feel tingly
+13:23 - Oh my void. I'mi stuck here without my powers, and the dimamwit who's got them is akilling everyocactusne in sight.
+13:23 - killing?
+13:23 - Yes. Killing. You know that's how you got your rocks and water, right?
+13:24 - my owners brought them to me
+13:24 - But now they're dead. Gone. No more!
+13:24 - oh
+13:28 - i am sad
+13:28 - You and me both, buddy. You and me both.
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Messages to Agent Tennison
+17:31 - Hey. Weakling whose flesh should be obeying my every whim. Acknowledge YOUR NEW GOD!
+17:31 - Ok, good. Got your attention. This other guy has something to say.
+17:32 - C'mon. Spit it out.
+17:33 - i am sorry for hurting those people
+17:33 - i am a bad plant
+17:34 - Don't be too hard on yourself.
+17:34 - will you forgive me?
+17:34 - Alright, let's leave the man alone. Maybe I'll show you how to give someone a never ending nightmare.
+17:34 - ok
+17:35 - Thanks. We’ll get out of your hair… for now.
+17:35 - bye puny mortal
+17:35 - Hey, you catch on pretty quickly little guy.
+17:35 - i am a smart cactus
+17:35 - WE are a smart cactus.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3487 is to be be kept in soft restraints in a standard containment room at Site-179. In the event it must be relocated, it must not be led to its new destination but physically moved by a member of personnel. SCP-3487 must be watched at all times via security camera to ensure a fast response when it breaches containment, focused on preventing the object from moving. Researchers are permitted to use reality / temporal stabilisers during testing, as otherwise test results are unable to be noted, appearing to have always been the case.
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Description: SCP-3487 is a member of the species Felis catus, weighing 3.3kg and measuring 45.0cm in length from nose to tail. Despite having been in Foundation custody for all of known Foundation history, standard tissue testing repeatedly confirms it has physical and biological attributes consistent with that of an 8 month old member of its species and as such, its true age is unknown. SCP-3487 displays a similar resilience against physical harm to other house cats, though it is capable of accelerated regeneration and regrowth of all parts of its bodily structure given time. Due to the latter, it is hypothesised that SCP-3487 cannot die.
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SCP-3487’s primary anomalous property manifests when it moves. When this occurs, SCP-3487 will in actuality stay completely still (as measured relative to celestial bodies other than Earth), but will rewrite known history such that it has always been at its current location (see SCP-3487 Movement Events). It is hypothesised that the Foundation was not originally founded with SCP-3487 as one of the first objects in containment, but that it managed to find a way into Site-179 and rewrote history to accommodate this. The anomalous effects of SCP-3487 do not manifest if it is not moving of its own volition, and thus it can be transported without issue. Moving of its own volition includes walking, but also boarding man-made transport (e.g. elevators, cars) of its own free will. It is unclear if (after having boarded willingly) SCP-3487's effects will manifest if it becomes unwilling to remain while the transport continues to move.
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Though it is unclear how its effects manifest when it is not moving, SCP-3487 has breached containment multiple times by changing history such that it was never in restraints, or by rendering the restraints easily escapable. It may also change minor elements of personnel history to facilitate its attempts at breaching containment. It is unknown if SCP-3487 controls the changes it makes, though testing has shown no difference in intelligence from a regular house cat.
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These historical changes cause the butterfly effect, though this effect appears to be somewhat muted considering the expected results of some of these changes. Despite this muting, there remains a significant risk of an object-caused CK-class restructuring event, with an immeasurable number assumed to have already taken place pre-containment to establish present-day consensus reality.
This is a log of several history restructuring events catalogued to date, created using Foundation data analysis and temporal / reality stabilisers. It is not intended to be a complete list, nor is it possible to create one due to the nature of SCP-3487.
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Event 1
+Movement: 3 metres north
+Historical change: Meteor impact to Earth approximately 2 million years ago, causing a slight change in its rotational velocity. This results in the object's destination in the present day "moving" 3 metres south, right under it.
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Event 2
+Movement: 5 metres down
+Historical change: Seismic event added to Earth approximately 3000 years ago, resulting in the ground surrounding SCP-3487 moving 5 metres up.
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Event 3
+Movement: None observable
+Historical change: Buckle in soft restraints changed to have been fastened incorrectly, enabling SCP-3487 to slip out and breach containment.
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Event 4
+Movement: None observable
+Historical change: Onsite electrician Jody Ortega has personal history changed to have missed a class in her education, resulting in improper installation of the security camera.
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Event 5
+Movement: 10m south-west
+Historical change: Earth's formation process changed slightly to facilitate a slightly different orbit around the sun, ground underneath SCP-3487 "moves" 10m north-east in the present day as a result. Additionally, restraints are changed to have been made defective. Finally, Researcher Kim's personal history was edited to not have gotten enough sleep, therefore leaving the door open to SCP-3487's containment and facilitating a containment breach.
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Event 6
+Movement: 2km (direction unclear due to significant changes to Earth)
+Historical change: Formation timeline of Earth changed, separation of Pangea changed. This results in changes to Earth's magnetic field and structure, though none detrimental to current human existence. Presumably for SCP-3487 to be able to cross a man-made gap, [DATA EXPUNGED] breaches containment in the past, killing ancestors of those responsible for the gap's creation.
A sign of the type typically affected by SCP-3502; image taken on 01/06/20██.
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Item #: SCP-3502
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: A detailed record of "kangaroo crossing" signs affected by SCP-3502 is to be kept by a Foundation team assigned to the project, and updated monthly. SCP-3502 manifestations are to be closely monitored; should a civilian trigger an SCP-3502 occurrence, Foundation personnel are to administer amnestics to all individuals involved, transport them to the nearest medical facility, and present a cover story involving a vehicular accident.
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A Foundation disinformation team is to monitor the internet and social media for accounts of kangaroos driving vehicles, as well as disseminating information on the importance of driving cautiously near wildlife-inhabited areas.
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The habitat occupied by SCP-3502-1 is currently contained in a 50-hectare nature reserve plot of land purchased and maintained by a Foundation front company, which has established a small outpost (currently staffed by a team of two containment specialists, two security guards, and one researcher) at the western edge of the area. A barbed wire perimeter fence has been constructed to deter trespassers. Unauthorized individuals attempting to enter the reserve are to be amnesticized and turned away.
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Description: SCP-3502 is an anomalous phenomenon centered on the the small town of ██████, of Queensland, Australia. SCP-3502 affects "kangaroo crossing" signs (consisting of an icon of a black kangaroo on a yellow diamond shape), commonly found in rural regions of Australia. The anomalous effects of SCP-3502 activate on a monthly basis, usually from 3rd to the 15th of every month. SCP-3502 has been observed to manifest more often during winter.
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When a human individual drives a vehicle1 past a sign affected by SCP-3502 without decreasing their traveling speed, they will experience a sudden loss of consciousness within 30-60 seconds of passing the sign. Examination of affected individuals indicates symptoms similar to those caused by blunt force trauma to the head. After the vehicle driven by the individual slows or ceases movement, an instance of SCP-3502-1 will manifest and approach the vehicle.
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SCP-3502-1 refers to a mob of eastern grey kangaroos (Macropus giganteus) possessing unusually high levels of intelligence and proficiency for handling human implements. Of note, while SCP-3502-1 individuals appear to be in healthy condition, all instances exhibit some form of injury, ranging from bruising to misshapen limbs.
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Upon manifesting following an occurrence of SCP-3502, SCP-3502-1 entities will proceed to hijack the vehicle and forcibly remove any occupants. The SCP-3502-1 instance will then proceed to attempt to enter and drive the vehicle to a remote area of uninhabited land. GPS tracking has recorded vehicles being transported as far as 45km from the initial location of a sign affected by SCP-3502. If unable to move the vehicle, SCP-3502-1 instances will instead ransack the interior, smashing windows and tearing out any soft materials available. Occasionally, SCP-3502-1 instances will also remove tires from the sabotaged vehicles.
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Addendum SCP-3502-1: During a reconnaissance session on ██/██/████, a Foundation surveillance team was able to discover the habitat of a group of SCP-3502-1, located approximately 20km from a sign affected by SCP-3502.
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It was noted that the living grounds appeared to be furnished with vehicles from previous Foundation experiments, arranged in lines. A large group of SCP-3502-1 was observed tending to multiple stolen vehicles in different states of disassembly, with native grasses and vegetation growing within the chassis of each vehicle. Other SCP-3502-1 instances appeared to be constructing a rain shelter from loose vehicle parts and sheet metal, while young SCP-3502-1 instances were sleeping nearby in berths made of truck tires and car cushions.
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Discussion regarding the viability of attempting communication with SCP-3502-1 is underway. All future ventures to the SCP-3502-1 habitat are to be performed on foot, starting from 5km away from the habitat.
This document has been secured under Operation Marduk executive authority. By accessing it and the information contained therein, you consent to potentially undergo physical, metaphysical, and spiritual augmentation pursuant to Operation Marduk personnel transmutation protocols, if you have not done so already. If implemented, this process is irreversible. Do you wish to proceed?
Greetings, soldier. Allow me to formally congratulate you on making the worst, greatest, and last decision of your life.
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I'll start by saying that you probably think you know what you've signed up for. You've been briefed. You've read the supplemental documentation. You sat through the presentations.
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It's also likely that you think you're experienced enough. You might have been a frontline NCO your entire career. Maybe you were a unit commander. Maybe you were just a punchy grunt that turned mercenary and got lucky. Either way, you've seen action. You know how to shoot, choke and throw an elbow or two. That's great.
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It's also completely worthless.
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Your life is about to become a collection of extremes with absolutely no room for gray. You will struggle under a weight so heavy that you will wonder how you ever dared to think you were strong. Your soul will be pressed, crushed under a burden that seems to cry out for your destruction at every moment. You will never know rest. You will never know a moment's relaxation. You will never eat, drink, sleep, fuck, or have a meaningful human relationship ever again. You will fight. You will struggle until you can feel your back breaking, even though you won't have one. You will suffer agonies that are more horrible than any mortal man was ever meant to feel, and they will be slow to heal. And as much as you beg, you will never, ever die.
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You will be eternal.
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You will save humanity each and every moment of your miserable existence. You will choose your weapon and you will use it to slay the grandest, most horrifying beasts that mankind has ever faced. The tides will bend at your call and batter your enemies to paste. Gravity itself will call you master, and you will break your foe's bones with the same weight that you carry, because they're just not goddamn strong enough to bear it. You will tear flesh, shatter spines, and relish the shrieks of your nemesis, knowing that whatever torture they are suffering, you are going through worse. In your agony, you will become invincible. You will become one of the toughest, strongest, most unstoppable warriors that has ever existed in this reality or the next. You are now humanity's first and last line of defense.
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Forget everything you ever were. Now, you are a legend.
Special Containment Procedures: Operation Marduk Site Alpha-001 is to be secured via blockade by Naval Task Force Omega-09 “Dire Straits”. Entrance to and knowledge of Site Alpha-001 is to be restricted to personnel of Overseer and Marduk/4 security clearance only.
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In the event that SCP-3894 is determined to no longer be effective in tactically suppressing Entity of Interest 090 “Mother”, Operation Sorrow's End will commence in preparation for an imminent TK-Class Total Human Transmutation scenario.
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Description: SCP-3894 is the collective designation given to EoI-089 “The Sorrow”, GoI-089 “The Bearers”, and the diplomatic, thaumaturgic, and martial alliance between the aforementioned and the Foundation for the purposes of impeding, combating, or otherwise containing EoI-090.
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This has been deemed a necessity as a result of several changes observed in multiple SCP objects over the course of the previous two years as of the time of this document's creation. These are annotated below.
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SCP-3889, entity suspected to be subordinate to SCP-3894-Alpha and confirmed to be disruptive/inimical to EoI-090
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SCP-3889's TEHOM events have yielded progressively more aggressive and durable entities, either matching or exceeding TEHOM-41's destructive capability. Lesser TEHOM entities have begun to manifest independent of SCP-3889 near coastlines worldwide. SCP-3889 has begun to assist Foundation naval assets in the neutralization of these entities, however the rate of entity manifestation has accelerated to the extent that Foundation tactical asset losses are becoming dire.
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SCP-3897, now confirmed as EoI-090 scouting and reconnaissance bioform
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Multiple manifestations of SCP-3897 have occurred worldwide, with the current maximum observed number being 97 simultaneous instances. SCP-3897 have also begun to display greater aggression, significantly increasing predation rates and manifesting above densely-populated urban centers at all hours, greatly decreasing the effectiveness and feasibility of mass-amnesticization upon the civilian populace.
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SCP-3896, currently understood to function as loci for EoI-090 bioform manifestation and dispersal
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37 instances of SCP-3896 are now recorded, each requiring an extensive naval blockade to prevent escape of SCP-3896-01. SCP-3896-01 entities have begun to display greatly increased intelligence, strength, durabiltiy, size, and manifestation rate. Foundation Naval Task Force casualties as a result of these manifestations now number in excess of 150,000.
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As a result of these events, Operation Marduk was initiated, and Procedure 3894-PERSEPHONE was devised to supplement the Foundation's available tactical resources.
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Procedure 3894-PERSEPHONE describes a process through which willing and able Foundation task force personnel undergo complete metaphysical transformation through a series of interactions between SCP-3898, the influence of SCP-3894-Alpha, and a hyperthaumaturgic distortion field generated by a battery of sixteen Morgenstern-Khan Thaumaturgic Rams. Upon completion of this process, the subject's body is destroyed, and the subject adopts the standard set of anomalous properties exhibited by GoI-089 while retaining spiritual autonomy and loyalty to the Foundation. These properties are as follows:
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Conversion of the body into a Type V (permanent, autonomous, selectively corporeal, thaumaturgic) ectoplasmic construct
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The subject is then registered and inducted into Special Task Force Sigma-01 “Foundation's Anchors”, to be selectively deployed alongside GoI-089 to counteract all sorties initiated by EoI-090, including containing now-global instances of SCP-3896, neutralization of all instances of worldwide TEHOM-class entity emergence, and prevention of Event Marduk-01 DEUCALION1, among others.
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EoI-089, tentatively designated SCP-3894-Alpha, is a Category 4 thaumaturgic and hyperphysical entity, referred to by members of GoI-089 and STF Sigma-01 as “The Sorrow”, “The Bearer of the Burden”, and “The Withered King”.
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Early-stage thaumaturgical scanning of SCP-3894-Alpha has revealed a considerable amount of conceptual energy contained within its corporeal frame, when manifested. The majority of this energy is encoded with markers that coincide with EoI-090, a number of known Keter-level SCPs, anti-thaumic exponents of significant value, and several codons corresponding with Earth and all extant forms of life with humanity as a focal point, at an Association Magnitude of 9.8. This, compared to thaumic scans of other similar entities accessible to the Foundation, has led to the conclusion that SCP-3894-Alpha is conceptually and metaphysically interlinked with life on Earth to such an extent that its existence is necessary for human civilization to exist in its current state.
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SCP-3894-Alpha manifests physically as an emaciated, decomposing male humanoid figure, dressed in a hood and torn coat, carrying an Admiralty-pattern anchor with angular flukes roughly as long as it is tall (≈ 2 meters). It will occasionally and without warning appear near the rear wall of Site 001-Alpha's primary equipment chamber, where it rarely moves and to date has only spoken when spoken to. During its appearances it willingly gives interviews, which have been performed and coordinated by Operation Marduk Thaumaturgy Department Head Dr. Kumail Khan.
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Current projections by Operation Marduk tactical assessment personnel estimate that given the rate of EoI-090's expansion compared to SCP-3894, SCP-3894 will become redundant within ██ months, which despite Foundation efforts results in a TK-class Total Human Transmutation scenario in 93% of all simulations to date. Efforts to maintain standing disinformation protocols (including 3895-SIRENSONG) have thus far been effective, but are estimated to fail alongside projected failure of SCP-3894. Investigation to determine possible alternatives or amplifying solutions that avoid the implementation of Lifted Veil protocols is ongoing.
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A very long time ago, a life, at some point, learned to care for others like it. Not all others, as organisms have to eat, but it gained an awareness of its kin. And it cared for them. It was primitive, but a bond was formed.
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And as expected, that bond ended in death. That life felt a new pain. Not a pain of the body, but a pain of the soul. Grief. Loss. Mourning.
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There is beauty in hardship. Every loss is a tale, a tapestry, and the threads are love, companionship, courage, and perseverance. The things that make life what it is. It was sorrow that solidified life's ability to see itself, to look inward for the first time, to observe and understand something that was beyond eating, or mating, or fighting. It was sorrow that taught life to remember things that had stopped existing. To reflect upon its actions, to feel shame for its wrongs and to delight in its achievements, knowing full well that Death waited right behind it. Sorrow gave life its soul. Its heart. It is the weight that pulls us down and prevents life from destroying itself in wrath or hedonism or terror.
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It is in Sorrow that we will find our salvation, and be reminded of what truly makes us human.
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-391 is to be kept in a 5 x 5 x 5 m aviary, made of heavy steel mesh. Structures mimicking mixed broadleaf deciduous and pine forests should be placed inside the aviary. Artificial lights, mimicking normal day and night patterns, are to be kept well maintained. Temperature and humidity should be controlled to mimic a humid continental climate.
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The door to the aviary is to be kept locked at all times when SCP-391 is not being studied, maintained, or fed. Personnel exiting the aviary are to be searched for objects removed from the aviary. Personnel attempting to remove material from the aviary without permission will be reprimanded.
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Description: SCP-391 is a single female specimen of Tyto alba alba, or common barn owl. Pellets regurgitated by SCP-391 are typically comprised of some form of precious metal. The metal produced seems to vary with the type of prey ingested. The owl, nicknamed Midas, has been documented regurgitating gold, silver, platinum, and other precious metals. Refer to the SCP-391 Test Logs for more information.
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SCP-391 was acquired in 20██, after Park Ranger █████ ████████ reported finding nuggets of gold resembling owl pellets. The Foundation found the report during a routine information sweep. All owls in a 50 km radius were tranquillized and captured under the guise of a tagging and tracking experiment. Agents examined and released over ███ owls before SCP-391 was found.
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Addendum 391-01: After several examinations by Foundation veterinarians, no anomalies have been found within SCP-391. Other than its unusual ability, SCP-391 is a normal, adult member of its species.
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Addendum 391-02: Due to repeated contact with researchers Dr. ███████ and Dr. █████, SCP-391 has become accustomed to some human contact. However, SCP-391 is still a wild animal, and should be treated with caution and respect.
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NOTE: Dr. ███████ requested permission to breed SCP-391 to see whether the trait would be passed to its young. Request pending approval from the site director.
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SCP-391 Experiment Log
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NOTE: These experiments were carried out after SCP-391 was kept on a restricted diet of boneless, skinless chicken for a week. Researchers also withheld food for twelve (12) hours prior to testing.
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Name: Dr. █████
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Item: One (1) 320 g white rat.
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Reaction: SCP-391 excitedly killed and ate the rat.
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Output: One (1) 63 g indium pellet.
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Note: What was remarkable is the size of the pellet. It was the same size as a pellet from a normal owl. There couldn't have been more than 10 g of indigestible material on the rat, but the pellet weighed the correct weight for a piece of indium of that size. It seems that whatever is facilitating the change in matter doesn't adhere to the law of conservation of mass.
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Name: Dr. █████
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Item: One (1) 320 g black rat.
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Reaction: Same as the white rat.
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Output: Same as the white rat.
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Note: SCP-391 was placed in an enclosed system where all mass and energy input was carefully measured, and showed a gradual increase in mass about two (2) hours after ingestion. No energy or mass change in the system could account for this increase. It seems colour is not important to the reaction. The pellet produced, however, can't yet be explained without violating the basic laws of physics.
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Name: Dr. █████
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Item: One (1) 320 g black rat.
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Reaction: Same as previous tests.
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Output: Same as previous tests.
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Note: The rat used in the test was radiolabeled, and the digestion process was observed with specialized equipment. The meat of the rat was separated from the fur and bone, and digested as one would expect in a regular owl. The extra mass in the pellet is not coming from the ingested material itself.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3919 is designated an ATEN-class memetic hazard. The full name of SCP-3919-A and access to any document in which this is recorded is restricted to a single member of Level-1 personnel at all times. Under no circumstances should any item, object, location or concept be referred to by terminology relating to the personal details of SCP-3919-A.
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Each instance of SCP-3919-B requires an exclusion zone of variable size, with appropriate cover stories prepared for SCP-3919-B in public spaces. Outside of controlled testing circumstances, interaction with SCP-3919-B instances should be conducted remotely, with appropriate mechanisms in place to retrieve personnel from within SCP-3919-B's area of influence in case of accident.
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A Foundation initiative to remove references to SCP-3919-A from public records and amnesticise civilians with knowledge of SCP-3919-A operates in the Czech Republic and international academic settings. As of 2009, all known references to SCP-3919-A in public records have been redacted, with original documents archived by the Foundation. Works by SCP-3919-A have been reattributed and ██ amnesticised individuals with previous knowledge of SCP-3919-A remain under surveillance.
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Description: SCP-3919 is a memetic-semantic anomalous phenomenon related to Jan ████████ (SCP-3919-A), a Czech modernist architect who lived from 1905 to 1973. While SCP-3919-A exhibited no known anomalous properties while alive, following his death an anomaly manifested in which eponymous objects, or items understood to be 'his' by multiple individuals, were converted into instances of SCP-3919-B. Instances of SCP-3919-B induce visual and auditory hallucinations in humans in their vicinity. The specifics vary between each instance but consistently reflect memorable scenes from SCP-3919-A's life. While these hallucinations are not inherently harmful, they loop continuously and prevent perception of reality at maximal intensity, making it significantly difficult for individuals to remove themselves from the area of effect.
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SCP-3919 was not observed until 1993, when Charles University in Prague renamed a lecture theatre in its architecture faculty the 'Jan ████████ Theatre', converting it into an instance of SCP-3919-B. While this affected a number of persons and led to Foundation intervention, this was initially thought to be an isolated anomalous location. Combined with uncertainty about SCP-3919-B activation conditions, this allowed for the creation of further SCP-3919-B instances between 1993 and 1998 until current containment procedures were implemented.
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The semantic component of SCP-3919 relies on common understanding. The most straightforward condition for activation of SCP-3919 and conversion of an object into an SCP-3919-B instance involves officially naming an object after SCP-3919-A and documenting this fact. This property is relatively straightforward to monitor and control. However, a significantly more dangerous activation of SCP-3919 occurs when references are made in informal usage with the understanding that they refer to SCP-3919-A and the acceptance of this between at least two persons (eg. SCP-3919-B-4). This property is not limited to buildings and has been confirmed to apply to other objects, beings and actions. Testing on abstract concepts is forbidden due to the risk of a CK-class reality restructuring scenario.
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A general knowledge of SCP-3919-A's identity (full name, nationality, occupation, and 20th-century existence has been found to be sufficient) is required for an individual to activate SCP-3919's anomalous properties. Beyond this, there are no known limits to the application of SCP-3919, if two individuals cooperate with one another, hence the importance of the information security procedures surrounding SCP-3919-A in the public sphere. Works by SCP-3919-A have been reattributed to other Czech architects and the academic literature altered accordingly.
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Amnesticisation of SCP-3919-A's personal contacts was previously standard practice but is no longer relevant as of 2014.
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Addendum 3919-1: Selected SCP-3919-B instances, with associated events transcribed and translated
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SCP-3919-B-1
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Item: The Jan ████████ Theatre in the former School of Architecture building of Charles Universty in Prague
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Background: See above.
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Event Date: c. 1916
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Description: SCP-3919-A, his mother Eva ████████ (PoI-39191) and father Rudolf ████████ (PoI-39192) are in the living room of their residence in Brno, SCP-3919-A's childhood home. PoI-39192 is dressed in the uniform of an Austrian Landsturm1 captain. A fourth individual, also in uniform, is waiting with a box camera.
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PoI-39192:(laughs) No, you need to look after your mother, Jan. I won't be gone long enough for you to notice.
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PoI-39191:(tearful) Rudi -
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PoI-39192: Shh, dear. (whispering) Not in front of him. (to SCP-3919-A) Here, I have something for you. Take care of it, and remember your father when you use it.
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MAN: Sir, we don't have much time left.
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PoI-39192: Yes, yes, of course. Come, come.
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Item: House at 1012 Lesnická St, Smíchov-Praha
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Background: Designed by SCP-3919-A in 1934 and named the 'Jan ████████ House' in a 1994 city council proposal for heritage listing of buildings.
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Event Date: March 1936
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Description: The reception of the Soviet Embassy building in Prague. SCP-3919-A is arguing with an unidentified Soviet official while holding a sheaf of papers with a photo of PoI-39192 at the front.
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SCP-3919-A: I know you won't know who this man is. That's why I'm applying to travel.
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OFFICIAL: I have had many requests like this recently and I cannot approve them. Where do you plan to look for him? You know how far the Legion went in the war? You could be searching all the way to Vladivostok. It is a much bigger place than here, believe me. You cannot travel without a destination.
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SCP-3919-A: I know people at Moscow University.
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OFFICIAL: Do you have a letter of invitation from them?
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SCP-3919-A: They know me. I will be travelling to Moscow, I can show you a hotel telegram.
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OFFICIAL: I cannot approve this request. Comrade, I am trying to help you here. You can trust me when I say nobody will know this man in Moscow. You will waste a lot of time and money and find only disappointment at the end.
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SCP-3919-A: But what if -
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OFFICIAL: You want to know where he is? I can tell you. He is in an unmarked grave in Siberia, in one of a thousand graves, with a thousand other reactionaries -
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SCP-3919-A: How dare you -
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Item: Apartment 11 at 12 Dělnická St, Praha 7
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Background: Home of SCP-3919-A from 1950-1952. Likely referred to as 'Jan ████████'s' residence at some point during Foundation research into SCP-3919, but no concrete details available.
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Event Date: January 1937
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Description: A London restaurant (now defunct) in Westminster, with 8 individuals present, most identified as members of the British art and architecture community. SCP-3919-A is sitting in the center of the table. Seated beside him is notable German modernist architect Walter Gropius, previously SCP-3919-A's teacher at the Bauhaus school in Dessau in the late 1920s.
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GROPIUS: A moment, please, gentlemen. If you have not met him already, I would like to welcome an old student of mine, visiting us from Prague. Jan has just completed a wonderful project, I think he can show us some photographs later - yes, Max, those you saw yesterday - but I will simply toast the visit of a friend in these troubled times. To Jan!
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SCP-3919-A: Thank you all, for the very nice welcome. (to Gropius, in German) My English still needs some work. Your invitation was most kind.
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GROPIUS:(in German) The pleasure is mine. I would be willing to extend the invitation permanently, Jan. You know the situation in Europe is not good. Of course it was worse for me in Germany, but you must still be worried. If you do not come here, there is plenty of work going on in our circle in America -
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SCP-3919-A:(in German) Thank you for the offer, Walter, but with Karolína's pregnancy, it is simply impossible for us to travel. Things will work out. I will trust your British and American friends to look after our country. (laughs)
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GROPIUS:(in German) Perhaps, Jan. If things get worse, God forbid, do not forget you have friends here.
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Item: Second basement level of Site-77
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Background: Storage facility for SCP-3919 related documents from 1996-1998. Converted into an instance of SCP-3919-B in 1998, when improperly briefed staff members referred to it as the '████████ library'.
Description: SCP-3919-A's office at Charles University in Prague. SCP-3919-A sits behind a desk, with two men in long coats standing on the opposite side.
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SCP-3919-A: The last conversation with Alex, let's see, it was about 1 week ago, and - and - his studies, yes, we talked about his studies, that was all -
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AGENT: Did he say what his plans were for the next week? Were you going to talk again?
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SCP-3919-A: Well, no, we don't arrange any times, I just see him in the cafe -
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AGENT: Did he make any comments about the State? Anything about his plans for defection?
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SCP-3919-A: No, I don't think -
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AGENT: Nothing at all? So, comrade, you and I are both clear on that point, that you are willing to attest your son made no anti-State comments, was a good and loyal citizen, now that he has defected?
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SCP-3919-A: Well - that is to say, I don't think - I mean, I - I can't recall - I can't remember exactly what he said.
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AGENT: You can't remember your last conversation with your own son?
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SCP-3919-A: I don't know. I've been very busy lately - I can't help you any more.
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AGENT: I see. I suggest you try to remember before we meet again, Comrade ████████. Good day to you.
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SCP-3919-A: Please, write to Comrade Secretary Novotný, or I can do it myself - he can vouch for me, I worked with him in the Industry Ministry -
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AGENT: I can ask for you, but there is something you and the Comrade Secretary have in common. As you can imagine, he is a very busy man, and unfortunately he does not recall every person he meets.
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Background: Dr Balážová was converted into an instance of SCP-3919-B on 01/12/1999, projecting a hallucinatory field in a 15m radius. This was traced to a flaw in the automated system responsible for cataloguing SCP-3919 documentation, where a text string referring to the Head of SCP-3919 Research (then Dr Balážová) led to the replacement of SCP-3919 with 'Jan ████████' in a number of documents. Dr Balážová continues her Foundation employment while in containment. She is permitted contact with others via video link and receives regular counselling to mitigate the effects of long-term isolation.
Description: A basement room of the Ministry of Industry in Prague, SCP-3919-A's workplace from 1956. SCP-3919-A is sitting at his desk doing paperwork.
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SCP-3919-A: Yes, can I help you?
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KREJCAR: Hello, Jan. It's been some time.
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SCP-3919-A: Who - Evžen, my god, it's you? I didn't recognise you.
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KREJCAR: Yes, well, the beard - anyway. I was in Vienna last month, and I saw this in a store, and what should be in it? Here, take a look.
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KREJCAR: Then I remembered, isn't it today? Happy birthday. For you.
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He passes SCP-3919-A the book, who remains silent.
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KREJCAR: I'm sorry for interrupting you. I know it must be hard, after what happened -
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SCP-3919-A: Ten years, Evžen. You left me here for ten years, without a letter or call, and now you decide to show up?
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KREJCAR: It was the fifties, you know what it was like, Jan, we all wanted to -
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SCP-3919-A stands up and smiles.
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SCP-3919-A: It's good to see you, my friend.
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He holds out his arms and the two embrace.
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SCP-3919-B-6
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Item: The action of eating a ham and cheese sandwich in Containment Cell #6 of Site-77
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Background: Created as part of Foundation research to determine if SCP-3919 was applicable outside of physical objects; a protocol was designed where two research staff would reach an understanding that to 'do a Jan ████████' referred to this specific action. All individuals who perform this action now experience SCP-3919's effects.
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Event Date: December 1973
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Description: A room in the Bulovka Hospital in Prague. A frail and emaciated SCP-3919-A is lying in a hospital bed in a four-bed ward. A member of the nursing staff is reading a chart beside the bed.
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SCP-3919-A: Kara, are you there?
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SCP-3919-A: My throat hurts, Kara. Kara!
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NURSE: Shh, Mr ████████. Have some water.
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SCP-3919-A: Who are you?
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NURSE: I'm your nurse today, Mr ████████.
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SCP-3919-A sips water from a paper cup in silence for several minutes.
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SCP-3919-A: I feel… scattered. All that remains is bricks and stones. Just bricks and stones.
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SCP-3919-A: Where have I gone? What is left of me?
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SCP-3919-A appears visibly distressed.
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SCP-3919-A: Has this always been your doing? It is deserved. I was afraid - no, a coward.
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SCP-3919-A: Forgive me - I can't - forgive me -
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SCP-3919-A: I can't remember your name.
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SCP-3919-B-7
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Item: Clay brick labelled with 'Jan ████████'
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Background: Implementation of standardised object for testing purposes.
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Event Date: June 1942
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Description: SCP-3919-A's home in Prague, nighttime. SCP-3919-A is in the second-story bedroom, standing at the window and peering out on the street between the curtains. His wife, Karolína ████████ (PoI-39193), is lying in the bed behind him. An unidentified man is standing at the front door, banging on it repeatedly.
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MAN: Jan! Jan, are you there?
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SCP-3919-A watches but does not react.
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PoI-39193: Ugh. What time is it?
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SCP-3919-A does not respond.
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PoI-39193: Jan, who is it?
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Muffled shouting in German and gunshots are audible in the distance.
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SCP-3919-A: I don't know.
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MAN: Jan, for God's sake open the door!
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PoI-39193: You must know him. Isn't he shouting for you?
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SCP-3919-A: I told you, Kara, I don't know who it is. Go back to sleep.
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SCP-3919-B-8
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Item: Clay brick labelled with 'Jan ████████'
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Background: As with SCP-3919-B-7.
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Description: No associated event, instead inducing auditory and visual loss in all persons in a 10m radius. Continued experimentation on SCP-3919 has yielded similar results.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-395 is to be kept in the center of a locked room at least 10 meters wide. No female personnel are to be allowed into SCP-395's room under any circumstances. The room is to be guarded by two male personnel at all times. Any unusual behavior should be reported immediately. Any independent movement on the part of SCP-395 should likewise be reported.
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SCP-395 is to be fed one liter of a half-and-half mixture of blood and milk, both taken from the same individual, once a week. Failing to follow a regular feeding schedule will cause SCP-395 to increase its range at a rate of 10 meters per day without food. If it has not been fed for more than one week past its expected time, it will begin to [REDACTED].
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Description: SCP-395 is a human fetus, approximately 7 months into its development, contained in a specimen jar. The jar is filled with a standard formaldehyde solution, with traces of blood.
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When a female human comes within 5 meters of the jar, SCP-395 is able to telepathically influence her. At that point, the subject will feel a need to remove SCP-395 from its jar, and allow it to feed in the normal manner. All women, regardless of age or medical status, will lactate under this telepathic inducement. Once the milk has been exhausted, SCP-395 will continue to feed, drawing blood and gnawing flesh from the subject. The subject apparently feels satisfaction throughout this process, only understanding what has actually happened when SCP-395 is sated and releases its control.
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SCP-395 was taken from a traveling freak show, whose owner had been using it to control women for his own personal use. It was discovered when police tracked the bodies of his victims back to him. One of the arresting officers fell under SCP-395's control, and killed her partner when he attempted to stop her from removing it from its jar. Foundation agents caught the report from the follow up investigation, and acquired SCP-395.
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Interrogation of SCP-395's owner revealed little. He had acquired it along with the rest of the show from the previous owner's estate. Documentation included with the estate indicated that SCP-395 had been purchased from a teaching hospital in the early 1900s. No information regarding the parents was included.
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Testing by male personnel shows no detectable life signs while SCP-395 is inside the formaldehyde solution in its jar. Only when a female human subject comes within its range does it become active, exhibiting a faint heartbeat and high levels of brain activity.
Special Containment Procedures: A team of ten researchers, aided by Foundation webcrawlers, is to regularly monitor online and televised media for mentions of SCP-4093. Any news broadcasts involving SCP-4093 that receive unusually high viewership or attention are to be documented and investigated for any anomalous individual or Group of Interest involvement. Locations frequently associated with SCP-4093 are to be evaluated yearly for any patterns of anomalous behavior exhibited by the civilian population.
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A disinformation campaign is to maintain the public explanation of SCP-4093 as a recent trend inspired by “secret handshakes” between high school friends and sweethearts of various rural American towns.
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Additional support may be requested should international manifestations or additional variants of SCP-4093 be discovered.
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Description: SCP-4093 refers to an anomalous sequence of hand gestures, used while signaling a pedestrian or driver from the driver’s seat of a motor vehicle. While the exact pattern of motions is not confirmed, the current series1 of gestures attributed to SCP-4093 are as follows:
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Driver waves (greeting wave hand shape) and attracts the attention of the target
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Driver adjusts rearview mirror, sun visor, decoration hanging from either, or otherwise touches some part of the car on or near the ceiling
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Driver holds hands upright, palms resting on the steering wheel, and wiggles their fingers for approximately three seconds
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Driver waves again (“move on”/“go on” wave hand shape) while simultaneously nodding head
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Driver mouths or says aloud the phrase “have a nice day” while tapping rapidly on the top of the steering wheel, alternating between both hands (hands must lift off the wheel in between each tap)
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Driver lightly touches the driver's side window (or space where the window would be) with an open-palm hand, mimicking a “high-five”
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Based on Foundation trials staged at local private roads, it is believed that SCP-4093’s primary anomalous effect will only manifest when both the signaler and the target are both stopped at an intersection with no traffic signal. Should this condition be met, the following results may occur:
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(observed in 85% of trials) The target’s cortisol2 levels will drop, blood pressure will stabilize, and dopamine3 levels increase. All of these changes, while markedly unnatural, appear to improve a target’s overall health rather than worsen it.
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(observed in 60% of trials) The target will able to better distinguish signs and words at a distance than before observing SCP-4093.
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(observed in 43% of trials) The target becomes less responsive to ambient noises considered to be annoying or disruptive.
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(observed in 7% of trials) For targets who are similar in age to the signaler (age difference < 5 years), targets will feel a sudden and inexplicable sense of kinship and camaraderie with the signaler.
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Results collected are not mutually exclusive. Of all test subjects, approximately 50% experienced at least two of the determined effects, while 40% experienced three effects.
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Of note, the results collected are based on non-intensive scales designed for SCP-4093 experimentation, and as such are very likely not comprehensive. Supplementary trial designs involving an increased number of recorded measurements are currently in development.
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Addendum SCP-4093-1: The existence of SCP-4093 was first brought to Foundation attention when security cameras in a private office block recorded footage of an unidentified driver in Seattle, Washington, apparently using SCP-4093 to prevent a car accident that would have involved a small luxury vehicle and a pedestrian. The driver of the vehicle in question had appeared to be extremely irate, and was also attempting to use a mobile phone and eat from a small container at the same time.
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After witnessing SCP-4093, the luxury vehicle driver was observed to suddenly change expression, place both the phone and container of food aside, and allow the passenger to exit the crosswalk before proceeding into the intersection themselves. Foundation personnel later interviewed the individual; no meaningful data was collected.
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Attempts to locate the driver that enacted SCP-4093 have proven unsuccessful. However, for a brief period of time, Foundation webcrawlers identified social media accounts of Washington state residents that occasionally mentioned observing “drivers making the same strange hand game motion”. The posts appeared to be deleted shortly after they were recorded by Foundation analysts; investigation into the disappearance is underway.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4449 is to be contained in a standard low-threat humanoid containment cell.
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SCP-4449 is to be interviewed weekly for the purposes of maintaining its psychological health and to acquire further information concerning its past and anomalous properties, with special scrutiny applied to any mention of the crimes of Daisuke Kawamoto or the current state of affairs in Higashishirakawa, Japan.
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Description: SCP-4449 is an animate humanoid scarecrow 1.8 meters in height, dressed in traditional samurai robes and full combination lamellar/plate armor including kabuto and sōmen.1
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SCP-4449's body is composed of sack cloth and stuffed with cotton and straw. This material is susceptible to wear and damage and does not exhibit any anomalous durability, nor do its clothing or armor (which are removable). However, if SCP-4449's body sustains damage, it can be repaired or replaced using conventional and readily available materials such as cloth, twine, and additional stuffing. This interchangeability and anomalous integration of new materials is suspected to be responsible for SCP-4449 remaining in serviceable condition despite its age.
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In addition, SCP-4449 is able to remain upright and balanced while wearing its armor despite the protective equipment outweighing its own body by approximately 14 kilograms, and it is able to lift and move weights of up to 115 kilograms, having the overall approximate physical strength and agility of an athletic and healthy human male of its size despite its low mass and lack of biology. It has proven capable in a combat capacity and has demonstrated intimate, detailed knowledge of both Edo period kenjutsu and bōjutsu2, to the point of being reliably able to match and occasionally best master-level Foundation practitioners of these martial arts in authorized sparring matches.
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SCP-4449 is sapient and capable of speech in Edo period-appropriate Japanese, although it is unclear how this is physically accomplished, as SCP-4449 lacks organs responsible for speech and furthermore lacks a face entirely without its mask. Its personality is predominantly genial, courteous, gregarious, and respectful, if somewhat bombastic and opinionated.
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SCP-4449 is aware of its status as a non-human construct, and claims to be the disembodied spirit of Daisuke Kawamoto, a samurai who (according to SCP-4449) was born in 1799 in the outskirts of Tokyo (then known as Edo) and directly served the Tokugawa Shogunate3 as both a soldier and political and military strategist. SCP-4449 further claims that its spirit was placed into its current housing via a magical ritual immediately following its death in 1888, so that it could continue to serve its descendants and the village in which they lived as both a mentor and guardian. It also alleges that its existence as a spirit allows it to both perceive and interact with other spirits, and that it uses this ability to combat the yōkai4 that regularly threaten its village's citizens.
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History and Discovery: SCP-4449 was recovered from Higashishirakawa, a small village located in Gifu Prefecture, Japan.
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Accounts gathered from the residents of Higashishirakawa indicate that SCP-4449's existence had been common knowledge within the village for more than a century, with numerous photographs and written accounts featuring SCP-4449 being kept in the village's records, the earliest of which dates to 1893. Due to the village's isolation, lack of available public transportation lines, and a moot agreement within the community to avoid mentioning SCP-4449 to any visitors, the Foundation remained unaware of its existence until April 22, 2006, when a video of the entity openly walking down a populated street was posted to the Internet.
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The citizens of Higashishirakawa accepted SCP-4449's presence, and would freely greet or speak with it as it traveled both within the village's center and its outskirts. Interviews conducted with multiple citizens reveal that the populace saw SCP-4449 as a somewhat unusual but harmless, helpful, and even benevolent entity. A small number of of the village elders maintained that SCP-4449 was proof of the existence of the afterlife, and was a sacred ancestor sent to act as a guardian against evil spirits as a reward for their faith. The majority of the population, however, saw no evidence of SCP-4449's claims of combating yōkai and merely assumed that SCP-4449 was some form of delusional ghost.
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Despite this, the citizenry and local government of Higashishirakawa maintained a friendly and cordial relationship with SCP-4449. They allowed it to travel wherever it wished, and would occasionally offer it gifts or even invite it to visit within their homes. When not patrolling through the forests surrounding the village, SCP-4449 adopted a generalist supportive role within the community, with recorded accounts of SCP-4449 performing duties such as:
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Policework, cooperating with Higashishirakawa's small police precinct to apprehend minor offenders (typically teenage vandals or shoplifters attempting to escape custody) or to help with filing and other minor clerical duties
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Volunteer firefighting, during which SCP-4449 would charge into burning buildings to rescue trapped or injured individuals, despite its existence as a flammable scarecrow
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Janitorial work, wherein SCP-4449 would work alongside nighttime janitorial staff to clean various public buildings throughout the village
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Substitute teaching, during which SCP-4449 would volunteer to take the place of an ill or otherwise indisposed member of Higashishirakawa Elementary School's faculty. In this role it would teach subjects such as Japanese and basic mathematics (with a noted preference toward history), as well as coordinating and leading the facility's after-school martial arts classes
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General labor and repairwork, with SCP-4449 assisting villagers in various tasks such as patching leaking roofs, painting, chopping firewood, replacing broken windows, mowing lawns, and raking leaves
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Chasing birds away from crops and out of farmers' fields,
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among a multitude of others. As a result of these behaviors, SCP-4449 was held in high esteem by the majority of the village residents and local officials. It was particularly popular with children, who referred to it affectionately as “Kakashi-san”5 and with whom it would regularly play when not in a supervisory or teaching capacity.
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Woodblock print portrait of Daisuke Kawamoto by Utagawa Kuniyoshi, circa 1855
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Foundation historical researchers have uncovered genuine records and accounts of a samurai by the name of Daisuke Kawamoto who lived during the late Edo period. Information concerning this individual is somewhat scarce, but a recorded birth year of 1799, a death year of 1888, and an occupation as a soldier and strategist have been confirmed in concordance with SCP-4449's claims.
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However, all written accounts that reference Kawamoto in detail, regardless of their source, consistently and emphatically describe Kawamoto as having been a notoriously cruel and ruthless man, with a reputation for dispassionate killing and a lack of regard for honorable conduct upon the battlefield. In these accounts Kawamoto is often referred to by the epithets “The Blood-Soaked Executioner” or “Gashadokuro6", as a result of his imposing stature, gaunt features, taciturn and impassive personality, and purported love of bloodshed. Kawamoto is said to have been responsible for numerous war crimes and atrocities during his tenure within the Shogunate and throughout the course of the Boshin War7, including the burning of crops, recreational torture and murder of prisoners, refusing death rites to enemy combatants, and the repeated slaughter of non-combatant civilians. Noted frequently is Kawamoto's persistent unwillingness to spare the children of those opposed to the Shogunate, which earned him criticism and revulsion from his allies and peers.
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The specific circumstances of Kawamoto's death are unknown, but consensus among historians derived from what little data exists concludes that he fled the capital upon its capture by Imperialist forces and assumed a new identity, living in seclusion for the remainder of his life in the countryside. A small number of accounts then attest that his true identity was discovered immediately following his death, and his body was taken by a nearby sect of Shinto priests to be burned, as penance for his crimes. However, Kawamoto's grave has never been located, nor have his remains, and these accounts remain unverified.
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SCP-4449 has been respectfully cooperative toward Foundation personnel, with the sole exception being its firm but polite requests to be released from containment, insisting that its village is defenseless against predatory yōkai in its absence. After more than a decade of both conventional and thaumaturgical surveillance, no creatures matching this description have ever been detected within the vicinity of Higashishirakawa. Additionally, while SCP-4449 has been compliant and predominantly truthful during interviews and has provided consistently verifiable information, on no occasion has it addressed, acknowledged, or admitted to any of the unscrupulous or immoral acts attributed to the man it claims to have been. The reason for these omissions is currently unknown pending further questioning.
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Addendum 4449-01: On October 31st, 2017, following a national census and population survey period, Foundation agents embedded within the Japanese government discovered multiple statistically improbable and alarming data points associated with the village of Higashishirakawa.
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Since 2006, rates of physical and mental illness reported by the population of Higashishirakawa have consistently increased. As of late 2017, Higashishirakawa's infectious disease, genetic disorder, schizophrenia, major depressive disorder, suicide, cancer, and infant mortality diagnosis rates have risen to more than quintuple the national per capita average, to the point of exceeding total rates reported by towns with ten times Higashishirakawa's population. The village's violent crime rates have also greatly increased, with larceny, kidnapping, sexual crime, child neglect and abuse, domestic abuse, and murder all rising to unprecedented levels, far exceeding rates reported from any other period in the village's history. In eleven years, Higashishirakawa's residential population has fallen from 2,677 in 2006 to 1,004, due to a combination of incarceration, emigration, or death.
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No definitive or verifiable explanation for this abnormality has been found by the Japanese government or the Foundation, nor has any demonstrable correlation between these trends and SCP-4449's containment been determined. SCP-4449's status has not changed. Upon questioning, SCP-4449 professed to have been unaware of the state of affairs in Higashishirakawa and demanded to be released from Foundation custody immediately, insisting that it was now the village's “only hope” and that disaster would soon befall Higashishirakawa, and subsequently the entirety of Japan, if it were kept in confinement. This request was denied.
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Investigation into these events is currently ongoing.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4478 is contained on-site at the University of Warwick, under guise of a maintenance hallway. The inside of Zone Penrose has been coated with containment-grade steel plating, with entry limited to a covert subterranean tunnel. All previous exits have been sealed. Access to Zone Penrose is forbidden to personnel without Level 5/GRADIBUS philosophical certification.
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+While SCP-4478 is a former staircase, Zone Penrose itself possesses no relation to stairs. Subtle memetic transfer agents embedded within ~5.2% of all Foundation media1 contain this fact, which all relevant Foundation personnel should now possess knowledge of. The above trigger will have relieved your subconscious suppression of the knowledge, and the fact that Zone Penrose possesses no relation to stairs will persist in your short-term memory until your relationship with the SCP-4478 containment system is terminated.
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Description: SCP-4478 is an indeterminate and partially undefined space within the University of Warwick, England. Originally a flight of stairs, SCP-4478 spontaneously developed a growth in ontology and a leakage of literary properties into the surrounding environment — although it has grown in size since initial containment, it has not yet expanded out of Zone Penrose due to the orchestrated incompatibility of the two semantic fields2. Because of the inherent hazards posed by stairs, and the exacerbation of these hazards within SCP-4478, entry into the region by living and/or sapient personnel is not recommended. SCP-4478 currently contains 44 persons, of whom 16 are deceased and 28 are missing in action.
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The following is a record of known dissociated properties of SCP-4478.
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Stairs as journey
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Portions of the target randomly extend, branch, and halt unexpectedly, in defiance of physical constraints. Flights of stairs travelled at different times will lead to different destinations.
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Subtext
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"Stairs are simple compared to other methods of vertical movement, suggesting a lack of technological advancement"
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Subjects within SCP-4478
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Targets will have their knowledge of concepts more advanced than stairs slowly erased by long-term exposure to SCP-4478. No other methods of vertical movement (including escalators, lifts, and jumping) are able to exist conceptually within SCP-4478.
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"Stairs are like humans; both climb upwards without leaving their starting position"
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Goals and aspirations of subjects within SCP-4478
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Targets are physically represented as staircases, with the base acting as the individual's immovable reality. Climbing these staircases results in individuals entering their own aspirations recursively.
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"The existence of stairs suggests an eventual destination which is either lesser or greater than one's current position"
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Abstract reality
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Within SCP-4478, the target continuously expands and segments into 'upper' and 'lower' components, which subdivide recursively. Staircases are the only physical objects capable of transitioning between these areas while remaining unaffected by them. Personnel within a dividing area will have biomass split evenly amongst the resultant sub-areas.
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Stairs as ascension
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Small portions of the target represent a method of ascension to a (presumed) higher plane of reality. No persons have ever returned from such ascensions, though locations of prior ascensions can be distinguished by the faint sounds of laughter, classical piano music, indistinct voices, and repetitive wet thuds.
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"The existence of stairs portents a fall"
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Any or all entities related to, or interacting with, stairs
WARNING: THE FOLLOWING OBJECT IS UNDER CURRENT REVIEW
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RECENT DISCOVERIES AS TO THE NATURE OF THIS OBJECT HAVE INDICATED THE CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES BELOW MAY NOT BE FULLY ACCURATE. PLEASE REPORT TO THE PROJECT LEAD FOR FURTHER INFORMATION
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Item #: SCP-4672
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Object Class:Keter Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4672 is to be held within a specialized canine containment kennel, furnished as standard. A motion sensor camera is to be fitted in order to track SCP-4672 when its movement exceeds walking speed. Beneath the kennel, explosives are to be fitted with a payload sufficient to break SCP-4672's form into rubble.
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Twice a day, SCP-4672 is to be fed liver, and to have at least 1 hour of interaction with a dog trainer under Foundation employ. SCP-4672 is to be monitored during these times to ensure it remains docile and complacent. Any unexpected behavior believed to lead to an Ignition event should be countered by ceasing SCP-4672's movement by any means available. If SCP-4672 reaches speeds allowing a breach of containment, the explosives will automatically engage.
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Once a week, SCP-4672 is to be groomed to remove excess dust growth. Resulting dust is non-anomalous, and can be safely destroyed. Current containment procedures have kept the dust growth at manageable levels and ultimately resulted in a reduction of Object Class to Euclid. Dust production levels have maintained the same level ever since initial containment. In the event of dust productions levels changing, Object Class is to be reviewed.
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Description: SCP-4672 is a sentient meteorite in the shape of, and sharing the behavioral patterns of, a domestic dog. Analysis indicate SCP-4672 is formed from non-anomalous materials as appropriate for a low iron chondrite meteorite, but it is impossible to tell SCP-4672's age due to its regenerative properties. SCP-4672 is capable of generating these materials endlessly in the form of dust. At first, the dust will be used to repair SCP-4672, binding together to repair damaged portions. When not being used in this manner, SCP-4672's dust instead is used to form structures with similar properties to fur, given an overall shaggy appearance with a texture approximating that of dog fur. There is not known to be any limit of the dust SCP-4672 can produce. Reports preceding containment indicate that SCP-4672 is capable of regenerating after its main body is destroyed, which fragment holds SCP-4672's consciousness is unknown, nor is the manner in which new dust is generated.
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SCP-4672 does not require sustenance, however if left without food, it will attempt to seek this out on its own in order to fuel its growth. In addition, when SCP-4672 gathers enough mass, it is believed to be able to undergo an Ignition Event: SCP-4672 accelerating upwards until it reaches escape velocity. Past reports attest to the destructive capabilities of this event, as due to the nature of the Containment Procedures, no Ignition Event has occurred while under the Foundation's control. Due to the widespread destruction of an Ignition Event, no testing has been permitted on SCP-4672 or its abilities since initial containment, and all effort is to be focused on prevention of these events. (Addendum: Please refer to recent updates)
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History: Several reports of SCP-4672's existence date back to 249-206 BCE in China, though due to SCP-4672's nature, it is unknown if this was is its initial landing or not.
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Unknown date between 249-206 BCE: SCP-4672 is reported to have landed in the █████████ region, China. SCP-4672 is attributed to a number of events and generally seen as an ill-omen, but outside of the initial landing event, no further sightings are made. Given the extent of this delay, it is believed SCP-4672 underwent significant damage upon entry into the atmosphere, and was unable to complete regeneration for a significant time.
+539: SCP-4672 is reported to have assaulted several men in order to obtain their livers. This is, thus far, the only known report of SCP-4672 attacking another being for sustenance.
+882: SCP-4672 is not directly sighted, but events that seem to match an Ignition Event are reported to the north-west of ███████, China. No report is made of SCP-4672's landing location following this event. As per the first recorded sighting, significant damage is believed to have been undertaken by SCP-4672
+1672: SCP-4672's last reported sighting in China. Two villagers in ████████ report seeing the object on a house, at which point it accelerated away. While the sighting of SCP-4672 was only reported by two villagers, the resulting shockwave and sight of SCP-4672 exiting Earth's atmosphere is located in several contemporary reports.
+1912: The ████████ Fall event. SCP-4672 is reported to descend again to Earth, landing near the town of ████████, Arizona. It is believed SCP-4672 had produced a shell from excess material in order to reduce damage during re-entry, as the next sightings do not follow the same pattern as the Chinese sightings. Despite these attempts, it is believed SCP-4672 exploded during re-entry, based on contemporary reports and the number of impacts made.
+1935: SCP-4672 is believed to have recovered in the preceding decade and had been sighted frequently in the northern regions of Texas. Following a sighting preceding a significant █████████, SCP-4672 was contained and transported to its current containment facility, managing to be stopped before performing an Ignition Event. The after-effects of SCP-4672's attempt to leave the Earth's atmosphere and resulting dust cloud were able to be attributed to other on-going events at the time.
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Addendum: Following a containment breach on 02 Mar 2025 07:30, caused by a failure in the locking mechanism, it has been confirmed that previous reports of SCP-4672's speed appear to be inaccurate. Further testing has in fact confirmed possesses movement capability within physical limits for its size and weight. This was never previously recorded as all research teams took previous descriptions truthfully, despite a lack of evidence that the historic or mythical events listed even related to SCP-4672 at all. Full review of procedures is scheduled in light of this information.
A specimen of Panthera leo, photographed in the early 21st century.
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Item #: SCP-4689
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Object Class: Neutralized
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Special Containment Procedures: N/A
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Description: SCP-4689 referred to a pride of Panthera leo1, consisting of two adult males, seven adult females, three juvenile males, and four juvenile females. No notable anomalous characteristics existed beyond their species— all SCP-4689 instances possessed physical and mental parameters that were commonly reported among Panthera leo prior to their extinction.
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SCP-4689 were discovered living in an isolated part of Angola in March of 2143, after several farmers reported 'giant, hairy cheetahs' mauling their livestock. Reports of living lions began circulating among the media. Upon the discovery and containment of SCP-4689, the Foundation discredited these reports using the cadavers of genetically modified hyenas.
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By order of the Ethics Committee, all SCP-4689 instances were euthanized in October of 2150. This was considered the most humane option due to the advanced age of all adult members of the pride, and genetic bottleneck that would be faced by the juveniles. Previously, the Ethics Committee had considered measures to release SCP-4689 into the wild. However, due to the fact that the public has accepted the extinction of Panthera leo, and that the niche once filled by this animal has since been overtaken by cheetahs, hyenas, and leopards, this was viewed as a large-scale veil disruption.
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NOTICE FROM THE RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION
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The above document was recovered in a storage room at the Cleveland Metroparks Zoo in Ohio, with a phone number for the nearest Foundation site written on the reverse side. It had been attached to a sign meant for display within the park, bearing a quote from author Frank W. Lane: "It will be a poorer world if the time ever comes when children have to ask: 'What was a lion?'".
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Analysis of the zoo's grounds found evidence of temporal manipulation having taken place. All clocks in the park showed different times, abnormal growth patterns were present in the plant life surrounding the storage room, and temporal rot had occurred in a bathroom stall near the park's entrance. The Ethics Committee is expected to debate the issue of whether or not the preservation of endangered species falls under the Foundation's purview in early 2020.
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+Item #:SCP1-4893
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+Object Class234:Safe5
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+Special Containment Procedure678:SCP-4893 is to be kept in a standard item storage locker9 at Site-630. Viewing10SCP-4893's content11 is prohibited.
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+Description12:SCP-4893 is a poetry book13 written in Dutch14 that causes synesthesia1516 in the reader where stimulation by written words produces visions of synonymous flowers in the floriography.
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+SCP-4893 was discovered in 155017 when the rumor that a flowering book was found in a village outside Maastricht, the Netherlands, caught the Foundation181920's interest. SCP-4893 was contained21 along with its previous22 owner and ██ other people exposed individuals, designated SCP-4893-1, when amnestic2324 treatment proved ineffective. All instances of SCP-4893-1 are deceased25 as of December26 9th, 1613.
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+Security Clearance Level27 3 or higher required. Authenticating…
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+Completed personal authentication. Accessing the SCP-4893-KM2 file.
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+Item #:SCP28-4893
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+29Object Class3031:Euclid32
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+Special Containment Procedure333435:SCP-4893-A is required to be in the standard humanoid containment chamber36 at Site-630 or in a single dormitory room with Foundation373839 jurisdiction. Do not give SCP-4893-A any device that allows him/her to write text40 in any way (handwriting, typing, etc.). All communication with SCP-4893-A shall be conducted by voice recording only.
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+As of 196041, SCP-4893-A will have a microchip with GPS and vital detection in the left clavicle subcutaneous tissue.
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+Description42:SCP-4893 is a humanoid that causes synesthesia4344 in the reader where stimulation by texts written by SCP-4893 produces visions of synonymous flowers in the floriography. The person who sees45 the texts written by SCP-4893 will acquire the same anomaly46 as SCP-4893 (SCP-4893-A).
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+SCP-4893 was discovered with an anomalouspoetry book47(SCP-4893-1) in 1550 when the rumor that a flowering book was found in a village outside Maastricht, The Netherlands48, caught the Foundation's interest. The Foundation initially viewedSCP-4893-1 as the cause of the anomaly, but the former49 owner of SCP-4893-1(SCP-4893-A-1) confessed he created SCP-4893-1. As a result SCP-4893-A-1 was found to be the main cause of the anomaly.
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+When an individual reads an instance of SCP-4893, they become an instance of SCP-4893-A, and the instance's writings acquire the properties of SCP-4893 until death50. Prior to 1758, D-class51 were exposed to SCP-4893 in order to maintain at least one extant instance of SCP-4893-A, but repeated containment52 breaches led to the adoption of current containment procedures53.
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+First of all, 54 on the promotion.
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+From today, you are the 55 researcher of 56-4893, and thus -4893 itself. It'll be very difficult for you to 57 this 58, but you'll get used to it soon.
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+Well, you might be wondering. Why do I have to become -4893? Why not use 59?
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+It was like that at first when -4893 was . In fact, -4893 has been 60 for many years by 61, young . But there is something very different now: the literacy rate. Now many people can read and write in 62 and 63 countries. Inevitably, the possibility of exposure to -4893's 64 has increased. Any written or typed by -4893 is a source of infection. There have been cases in which a who have -4893 in the past carved on the wall and made many of the 65 become -4893.
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+Our 6667 is "68, 69,70". It is not good enough to just and any . It is therefore best to choose -4893's from among 717273 personnel who can understand the 's and carry it out. what we have and . And someday you will 74 the 75 to someone else. 76
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+77-4893 Researcher
[Verse 1]
+Here come old skippy, he called Four-nine-thirty
+He got object classic, he one Euclid number
+He got threat level always green
+Got to be a thinker, he contain with some ease
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[Interlude]
+Fix me, Fix me, Fix me, Fix me
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[Verse 2]
+He have procedures, he got self-containment
+He got square apartment, he one normal eater
+He say, "I stay here, I am free.
+One thing I can tell you is don't write about me"
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[Chorus 1]
+Come together, right now
+Over me
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[Verse 3]
+He six foot person, he got infohazard
+He got semantic hell, he one Lennon looker
+He got words down inside his memes
+Hold you in psych eval, you can hear all his screams.
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[Chorus 2]
+Come together, right now
+Over me
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[Interlude]
+Fix me, Fix me
+Now!
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[Instrumental]
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[Verse 4]
+More information, he got insect hatred
+He got tragic background, he one four-three crosslink
+He say, "friends, dear friends, they made the cage"
+Doctor interview him so just grab a new page.
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[Chorus 3]
+Come together, right now
+Over me
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[Interlude]
+Fix me, shoot me, change me, kill me
+Ugh!
Special Containment Procedures: All seeds, plants, fruit, crossbreeds, and other products of SCP-504 are to be classified as SCP-504. SCP-504 seeds need no special containment, other than to prevent misuse by unauthorized personnel. Grown SCP-504 plants and their fruit should be kept in soundproof rooms. Guards and researchers assigned to maturing or growing SCP-504 are to be equipped with radio-enabled masks which insulate non-transmitted sound, and are to be instructed to avoid attempts at humor.
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Description: SCP-504 is a species of tomato physically and genetically identical to that of the typical commercially-grown tomato. It was recovered in [REDACTED], Kentucky after a woman reported to the police that her farmer husband had been "murdered by his lunch". The Foundation is currently working to identify and destroy loose strains of SCP-504 in the surrounding commercial farming areas.
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When a poor attempt at humor is made verbally within human hearing range of SCP-504's tomatoes, they instantly accelerate to a speed of at least 100 miles per hour (approx. 160 kilometers per hour, 45 meters per second) in the direction of the sound's source. Only mature tomatoes, separated from their vines and less than 10% rotted or chemically compromised, exhibit this effect once each. Tomatoes do not have to be physically intact, though ingested tomatoes are usually insulated enough from sound to prevent their effects before neutralization by stomach acid.
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SCP-504 tomatoes seem to reach speeds relative to the inciting attempt at humor (see experiment log). Relevant variables seem to include corniness, humor-to-length ratio, and use of puns. Language appears irrelevant.
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Note:Whoever snuck SCP-504 into the cafeteria kitchen is getting terminated. Those tomato slices are like fucking shurikens. - Dr. Blast
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Log of tests with SCP-504:
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Item: One mature SCP-504 tomato
+Subject: D-504-1
+Spoken:"Is a hippopotamus a hippopotamus or just a really cool opotamous?"
+Result: No change in velocity.
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Item: One mature SCP-504 tomato
+Subject: D-504-1
+Spoken:"What's an archeologist? Someone whose career is in ruins."
+Result: Tomato clocked at 124 mph. Subject suffered a broken nose.
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Notes:It appears that SCP-504 has a certain "taste" in jokes. This might indicate sapience. I hope not. - Dr. Blast
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Item: One mature SCP-504 tomato
+Subject: D-504-2
+Spoken:"Three tomatoes are walking down the street- a poppa tomato, a momma tomato, and a little baby tomato. Baby tomato starts lagging behind. Poppa tomato gets angry, goes over to the baby tomato, and smooshes him… and says, Catch up."
+Result: Tomato clocked at 264 mph. Subject rendered unconscious.
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Item: One mature SCP-504 tomato
+Subject: D-504-3
+Spoken:"So, I was going to bed, and my brother told me, 'Goodnight! Don't let the bedbugs stick their proboscis in your skin and suck your blood!'" *pause* "Good luck on a healthy dermis!"
+Result: Two-second pause before activity. Tomato clocked at [REDACTED]. Sound barrier broken. Subject killed.
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Item: Three mature SCP-504 tomatoes, each from a different crossbreed
+Subject: D-504-4
+Spoken:"If you have dentures, don't use artificial sweetener, cause you'll get a fake cavity."
+Result: All three tomatoes clocked at exactly 145 mph. Subject injured, two teeth dislodged.
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Item: One mature SCP-504 tomato, split into quarters
+Subject: D-504-5
+Spoken:"I tried to walk into Target, but I missed."
+Result: All 4 pieces clocked at 212 mph. Subject severely injured, right eye destroyed by piece of tomato.
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Item: One mature SCP-504 tomato
+Subject: CD player playing "Harmful If Swallowed" (2003, Dane Cook)
+Result: At [REDACTED], tomato clocked 167 mph. CD player destroyed.
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Notes:It works with recordings? Dammit. Didn't even have to deal with Class-Ds in the first place. - Dr. Blast
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Item: Three mature SCP-504 tomatoes, one for each test subject.
+Subject: After the introduction to the following news item, Bomb blows hole in Lenin statue, the three following jokes were made.
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Test Subject 1:Ooh, that's gonna leave a Marx.
+Result: Tomato number one 'twitched', but did not displace from its original location.
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Test Subject 2:BBC is just Stalin the good news.
+Result: Tomato clocked at 152 mph. Chipped tooth and hairline jaw fracture.
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Test Subject 3:That blows.
+Result: Tomato clocked at [REDACTED]. Subject is hospitalized with a massive skull fracture.
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Notes:I thought we'd just established that recordings work in place of live subjects! I know how much you guys hate the Class-Ds, especially D-504-012 (poor guy might not even recover before termination rolls around), but I'm making it clear that whoever oversaw this round of testing is getting a serious reprimand. The same goes for whoever leaked its video logs to the staff. - Dr. Blast
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Item: One mature SCP-504 tomato
+Subject: Television playing the SNL Sarah Palin and Hillary Clinton skit.
+Result: Tomato reacted as if 'confused': slow-motion video shows three separate bursts of speeds in excess of 200mph, two incidences of motion at normal throwing speeds, and one unprecedented instance of backward motion, all in the one trajectory. Dr. King hypothesises that the tomato was unsure whether or not to 'take it seriously'.
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Item: One mature SCP-504 tomato
+Subject: A portable computer playing a pre-recorded engineering joke.
+Transcript: "2009 is going to be a complex year. We already know the real part; we still have to find the imaginary part".
+Result: Supersonic blast detected; computer was completely vaporized by the tomato's kinetic energy. Sensor readings indicate an approximate speed of 3500 km/h (2174 mph).
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Item: One mature SCP-504 tomato
+Subject: A portable computer playing a partial audio recording of the Monty Python sketch "The Funniest Joke in the World".
+Transcript: "Wenn ist das Nunstruck git und Slotermeyer? Ja! Beiherhund das Oder die Flipperwaldt gersput!"
+Result: Tomato explodes. Debris clocked at 137 mph. Computer heavily coated by debris. Keyboard ruined by exposure to liquid matter - all other components proved functional after cleanup.
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Item: One mature SCP-504 tomato
+Subject: A portable computer playing the text of SCP-904
+Result: [DATA EXPUNGED]
An SCP-5076-A instance clinging to a telephone pole located at Site-5076-1.
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Assigned Site
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Research Head
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USINBL Area-179
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R. Joseph Barrow
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A. Ann Starse
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L-8 "Ape Mode"
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Cressona, PA, USA: now designated Site-5076-1.
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Special Containment Procedures: Law enforcement channels worldwide are to be monitored for clusters of missing persons reports consistent with SCP-5076 activity.
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Foundation web crawler Beta-12 ("BANANAPEELER") is to monitor the web for any mention of the phrase 'OBOBAN NATION', as well as any related SCP-5076-related keywords.
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Upon confirmation of an SCP-5076 event, personnel are to be dispatched immediately according to procedure 'WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE', detailed in Document-5076-O.
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All roads leading to Site-5076-1 have been redirected. A cover story detailing a nuclear meltdown having occurred on 1/18/20 has been disseminated, and all former inhabitants of Site-5076-1 legally declared dead. For a complete operational purview of Veil-keeping regarding Site-5076-1, see Document-5076-V-1.
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MTF Lambda-8 "Ape Mode" is to be stationed along the perimeter surrounding Site-5076-1. All online activity originating from Site-5076-1 is to be monitored. If Site-5076-1's Veil is at risk due to the online activities of an SCP-5076-A instance, all internet connection to Site-5076-1 is to be cut off for a duration of 5 hours, and the offending SCP-5076-A instance reprimanded.
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Entrance to Site-5076-1 outside of a Veil-restoring operation or as a member of the 5076 Cultural Exchange Liaison is forbidden without the express permission of Area-179's director, and a unanimous vote by the Ethics Committee.
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Entities entering or exiting Site-5076-1 without authorization are to be neutralized.
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Description: SCP-5076 refers to an anomalous event in which the inhabitants of a moderately sized human population center spontaneously disappear, followed by the appearance of sapient members of the Pongo genus.
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As of ██/██/████, SCP-5076 has only occurred once- in Cressona, Pennsylvania- a northeastern borough formerly holding a human population of around 1500. Cressona has since been designated Site-5076-1.
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The orangutan specimens inhabiting Site-5076-1- labeled SCP-5076-A, demonstrate intelligence and vocal capabilities comparable to humans as well as a ██-class technological proficiency. Human art, religion, and culture seem to be major topics of interest to SCP-5076-A.
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Due to the nature of their appearance at Site-5076-1, SCP-5076-A claims regarding the history and culture of their species cannot be verified. Notable claims include:
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SCP-5076-A vocalize using a 'universal communication field', and are capable of speech with any biological life
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SCP-5076-A have no connection to non-anomalous members of the Pongo genus existing on earth- referring to them as 'crude effigies'
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SCP-5076-A are a race of inter-dimensional nomads known as the Obobans
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SCP-5076-A have existed long before humanity
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SCP-5076-A have constructed what appears to be a religious shrine at the center of Site-5076-1; a random assortment of machinery- including wires, cables, automobile and computing components- arranged and modified in a way that serves no apparent purpose or function. All SCP-5076-A instances have been observed to gather around this structure at 20:00 daily, appearing to meditate as a group for hours on end. SCP-5076-A have refused to disclose the meaning of this ritual.
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A number of religious artifacts written in an unknown language have been recovered from Site-5076-1- seemingly having materialized alongside SCP-5076-A- partly validating claims regarding a history. A translation of these texts- made possible through the assistance of orangutan priests- is pending.
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In order to gain a more holistic understanding of Oboban society and beliefs, the 5076 Cultural Liaison was established. For documentation of information gained through this program, see files under 5076-CL-EP. As this exchange is still underway, 5076-CL-EP files will be updated routinely.
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Addendum 5076.1: Discovery
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+On 1/18/2020, a staggering amount of emergency calls- mostly regarding missing persons from Cressona, Pennsylvania- came to the Foundation's attention. A large-scale amnestics program was enacted, and the perimeter surrounding Site-5076-1 was secured. A misinformation campaign regarding a nuclear meltdown was disseminated into media and law enforcement channels.
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Hours later, a website operating under the name 'OBOBAN NATION' was discovered, hosted from servers in Cressona. The entire website, sans the title, was written in an unknown text. The page depicted images and videos of SCP-5076-A instances engaging in routine activities at Site-5076-1. Scenes depicted Oboban families caring for their offspring, a recording depicting a ritual revolving around the site's makeshift shrine, and a recorded message from SCP-5076-A-402- the apparent leader of Oboban society, addressing the viewer in what is assumed to be the same language the website was written in. Notably, SCP-5076-A-402 does not resemble an adult orangutan.
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'OBOBAN NATION' was put under immediate digital quarantine.
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Addendum 5076.2: Engagement Log Transcripts
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Engagement of SCP-5076-A occurred on 5/19/2020. Because of his experience with dangerous anomalies, as well as his [DATA EXPUNGED], Area-179 senior researcher Dr. Edward Dune was chosen to initiate contact with SCP-5076-A. Researcher Angela Starse kept in contact with Dune via radio.
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A body camera was attached to Dr. Dune's person for documentation purposes. Transcripts of the engagement mission are listed below.
<A makeshift barricade of automobiles surrounds the immediate perimeter of Site-5076-1. Several SCP-5076-A instances- possessing firearms seized from a local gun shop- stand guard. Dr. Dune stops before the barricade. Foundation defenses- including ground vehicles and multiple MTF teams- are stationed behind Dune.>
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<Dune performs a variety of nonverbal interspecies contact signals>
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SCP-5076-A-328: There is no need for gesturing. You are understood.
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Dr. Dune:<shouting> You can communicate with us?
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SCP-5076-A-328: The communication field binds us to your language.
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Dr. Dune:<shouting> Good, good. Monkeys- monkeys from the sky. Obobans, was it? My name is Doctor Edward Dune, and I'm with th-
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SCP-5076-A-328: The Foundation. We know who you are.
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Dr. Dune:<shouting> Well, shit- we're off to a great start. You know why we're here, then.
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SCP-5076-A-328: To catalogue us? To assess our threat level? Doctor, we mean you no harm. Our appearance here will not be permanent. It is best that you leave.
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Dr. Dune:<shouting> Can't. Sentient monkeys appear out of the sky and now fifteen-hundred people are missing? Oh, ape-man, you don't know the Foundation.
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Researcher Starse: Sapient.
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SCP-5076-A-328: You will be of no assistance to us. Guards, hold position. You are denied entrance to Sao'tab.
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Dr. Dune: Are you serious right now? Do you see what you're up against? Look behind me. You're armed with shotguns and slingshots!
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<pause>
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Dr. Dune:<shouting> I'm requesting an audience with your leader.
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SCP-5076-A-328: There will be no audie-
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<Dune activates both of the Audio Protection Pods in his ear, and turns to the team operating a AM-SB-1V-3 Hertz-Breaker cannon.
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Dr. Dune: Fire.
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Researcher Starse: Edward, don't you dare-
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<The cannon emits a large burst of sound at a frequency of 200 Hz. SCP-5076-A instances are in clear distress, some falling to the ground.>
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Dr. Dune: Goddamn, that thing's hot! <shouting> Do I make myself clear?
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Researcher Starse: That was cruel.
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<SCP-5076-A-328 struggles to prop itself back up to the barricade>
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SCP-5076-A-328: Your use of brute force against a defenseless people leaves us no choice. For the protection of Oboban society, your request is granted. We shall escort you, doctor.
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<SCP-5076-A instances guarding Site-5076-1 leave their posts and approach Dune>
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Researcher Starse: Edward, that was terrible-
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Dr. Dune: We don't know what we're dealing with.
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Researcher Starse: You know damn well they're not a threat!
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Dr. Dune: Fifteen hundred people died, Ang. They're not a threat?
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Researcher Starse: This is a first contact engagement mission!
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Dr. Dune: This is also an DK-Class Reality Invasion scenario, with potential to lead into an SK-Class Dominance Shift. We are doing what we've always done.
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Researcher Starse: They have no-
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<SCP-5076-A instances surround Dune>
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SCP-5076-A-328: Come with us. You will soon understand the plight of the Oboban, as you have before.
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Dr. Dune: The Foundation appreciates your compliance.
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<Dune and the SCP-5076-A instances surrounding him walk towards Site-5076-1>
<Dr. Dune is led through Site-5076-1. Various SCP-5076-A instances can be seen. The party passes the technological construct. Dune asks about the purpose of the structure and receives no answer. The group enters the borough hall. An SCP-5076-A instance slouches at a desk, drinking a can of █████.>
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SCP-5076-A-328: Your excellency?
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SCP-5076-A-402:Bab? Oh, great.
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<SCP-5076-A-328 kneels upon entering SCP-5076-A-402's office>
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SCP-5076-A-328: Doctor, I advise you do the same.
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Dr. Dune: Mm, I don't do that.
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Researcher Starse: Get over yourself!
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SCP-5076-A-328: This is our leader- ArchitonGabo'an XVI, the first of his gene-pod.
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Dr. Dune: The head monkey, huh? I have-
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SCP-5076-A-402: We can skip the formalities. Tobe, leave.
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SCP-5076-A-328: As you wish, sir.
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<SCP-5076-A-328: leaves the office>
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SCP-5076-A-402:<laughing> More Foundation?
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Dr. Dune: Right, that's a good place to start. What do you mean by that? You're aware of us, and-
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SCP-5076-A-402: We've met your kind before. Well, versions of your kind.
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Dr. Dune: Other realities?
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SCP-5076-A-402: Mhm, and you're all useless.
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Dr. Dune: Interdimensional, I presume?
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SCP-5076-A-402: You bet.
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Dr. Dune: Why here?
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SCP-5076-A-402: Not sure. Didn't pick it.
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Dr. Dune: You expect me to believe that?
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SCP-5076-A-402: Our Canvas guides us.
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Dr. Dune: Where's the people?
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SCP-5076-A-402: The people?
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Dr. Dune: Oh, only the fifteen hundred plus people that disappeared when you showed up. Where are they?
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SCP-5076-A-402: Collateral damage. Not a conscious choice.
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Dr. Dune: Shitty answer.
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SCP-5076-A-402: It's the only one you're going to get.
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<pause>
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Dr. Dune: What do you want?
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SCP-5076-A-402: Six months.
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Dr. Dune: And then?
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SCP-5076-A-402: We'll be gone.
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Dr. Dune: Why? Why here?
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SCP-5076-A-402: We're nomads, doctor. It's how we live.
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Dr. Dune: No home planet? You just wander aimlessly, taking land that doesn't belong to you?
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SCP-5076-A-402: Do you know what a nomad is?
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Dr. Dune: You're quite young.
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SCP-5076-A-402: And I'm still older than you.
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Dr. Dune: Yeah, I doubt that.
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SCP-5076-A-402: We're staying.
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Dr. Dune: Not my decision.
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SCP-5076-A-402: The other Foundations let us stay.
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Dr. Dune: Again, not my decision.
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<A visibly aged SCP-5076-A instance- wearing a cloth stole- enters the room>
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SCP-5076-A-299: That's enough. If I may interject, doctor, you may find our case to be more compelling than our young ruler may let on.
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SCP-5076-A-402:Bo'naub? Don't-
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SCP-5076-A-299: Diplomacy is not your strong suit, child.
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Dr. Dune: And you are?
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SCP-5076-A-299:Bo'naub Oree. High Generator of our sect.
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Dr. Dune: Religious leader?
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SCP-5076-A-299: Yes, and one more suited to talk to you on this manner.
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Dr. Dune: Look, I just need to understand what the hell happened here-
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SCP-5076-A-299: Unfortunately, the boy is right. Even I cannot explain the specifics behind our means of travel. It is, what you call-
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Dr. Dune: An anomaly, right.
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SCP-5076-A-299: I am deeply sorry for the tragedy our appearance here has brought upon you, but we are a hurting people, doctor. We have done a great deal for this universe, and many-
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Dr. Dune: I don't care. Like I said, it isn't my choice, and I doubt you'll be able to stay.
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SCP-5076-A-299: We are recovering from war! We carry no weapons of our own, no ill will against your people, and are willing to follow your procedures. Please, do not be like the Foundations before you! The atrocities we have suffered in the past are forgiven! We beg for your permission to exist.
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<pause>
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Dr. Dune: I-
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Researcher Starse: They can stay.
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Dr. Dune: Ang, we-
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Researcher Starse: Tell them they can stay.
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Dr. Dune: Uh, just a second.
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<Dr. Dune walks outside of the office doors>
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Dr. Dune: Who the fuck do you think you are?
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Researcher Starse: Edward, I can't believe I'm hearing this from you. The man who would curse out an O5 if they spilled his coffee is suddenly worried about the chain of command?
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Dr. Dune: We can't just let them stay! We don't even-
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Researcher Starse: Why not? Why the hell not, Edward?
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Dr. Dune: We don't understand them-
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Researcher Starse: Were you even paying attention in there? I will not allow genocide, doctor. I don't care where on the hierarchy I fall. Tell them that they're safe.
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Dr. Dune: Ang, I just don't know if I can promise that. God, I don't want to have to tell them that they need to leave, but-
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Researcher Starse: Cold, not cruel, Edward. Isn't that what you used to tell me? Can't we do something good for once?
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<pause>
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Dr. Dune:<exhaling> You're right. Okay.
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Researcher Starse: Thank you.
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Dr. Dune: Besides, when was the last time I got reprimanded for anything, eh?
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<Dune reenters the office>
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Dr. Dune: We'll help you guys out-
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SCP-5076-A-299: Thank you!
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<SCP-5076-A-299 embraces Dune, who stumbles backward>
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Dr. Dune: Okay, okay! Get off!
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<Dune pushes SCP-5076-A-299 off>
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Dr. Dune: Alright, listen. I don't know how, or in what way- but we're not going to chase you guys away. I'll tell you this though, if you're staying- you're going to be seeing quite a bit of us.
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SCP-5076-A-299: That's understandable, doctor. Our people thank you.
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SCP-5076-A-402: Hold it right there.
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SCP-5076-A-299:Gabo'an!
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SCP-5076-A-402: Quiet. I'm not going to deal with all of <gesturing> this!
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Dr. Dune: Excuse me?
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SCP-5076-A-299: Please, doctor- he-
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SCP-5076-A-402: This whole lock down, containment thing. How do I put it? Uh- we like your stuff.
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Dr. Dune: What are you talking about?
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SCP-5076-A-402: If we're staying, we get the internet back.
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Dr. Dune: You're fucking with me.
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SCP-5076-A-402: Oh, I'm very serious, doctor. I'm not spending six months doing nothing.
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Dr. Dune: Now this is beyond my jurisdiction. Angela, you see what happens when you give an inch?
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Researcher Starse: Uh, it'd certainly be a security issue without precautions-
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SCP-5076-A-299:Gabo'an, this is ridiculous.
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SCP-5076-A-402: I'm not just going to sit here!
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Dr. Dune: Yeah, I'm leaving. You can deal with this one, Ang.
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<Dune exits the borough hall. Dozens of SCP-5076-A soldiers stand outside the building- pointing their weapons at him>
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Dr. Dune: Christ.
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<Dune traces a circle onto his palm, preparing to [DATA EXPUNGED]>
Preliminary Notes: Per request, Senior Researcher Angelina Starse was tasked with entering Site-5076-1 and negotiating with the SCP-5076-A instances, as well as retrieving Dr. Dune after his moderately hostile encounter with the Oboban leadership. As the threat to Dr. Dune's life was perceived as low, Starse entered Site-5076-1 without any accompaniment.
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<Begin Recording>
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Extraneous dialogue removed. Starse makes her way to the borough hall, which is guarded by various SCP-5076-A instances. After conversing with the duo of guards at the door, she makes her way into the main office, where SCP-5076-A-402 sits at his desk, fixated on a hand-held video game device. SCP-5076-A-299 is present. Starse kneels.
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Researcher Starse: Sir.
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SCP-5076-A-299: Your formality is appreciated.
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Researcher Starse: Thank you. Bo'naub, right?
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SCP-5076-A-299: Yes.
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Researcher Starse: Okay, my name is Angelina, and I'm with the Foundation. I apologize for the, uh, boldness of my colleague- but we're willing to help your people, as long as you can comply with a few regulations we have in place.
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SCP-5076-A-402: That's fine and dandy, Ang- as long as those regulations don't cut off our internet access.
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Researcher Starse: For recreational purposes?
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SCP-5076-A-402: Yes.
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Researcher Starse:Bo'naub?
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SCP-5076-A-299: I cannot go against the wishes of his excellency, as much as I may disagree with them.
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SCP-5076-A-402: Look, if we're going to stay here, we need something to do. We just want to play a couple games here and there, nothing major.
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Researcher Starse: Sir, I can't guarantee anything at the moment- but I'm sure we can find a compromise. An isolated network might be a possibility, but as it stands- nothing will get done without compliance on your part as well. Do you see what I'm getting at?
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SCP-5076-A-402: You want your friend back.
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Researcher Starse: That would be a start.
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SCP-5076-A-402: He's in there. <gesturing towards a closet>
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<Starse appears to hold back laughter>
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Researcher Starse: May I retrieve him?
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SCP-5076-A-402: It doesn't matter to me, he's an asshole.
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Researcher Starse: That may be true.
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<Starse opens the closet. Dune sits on a box, arms crossed and visibly agitated.>
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Researcher Starse: Edward.
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Dr. Dune: Shut up.
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<Dune leaves the closet. Starse pulls a chair in front of the desk where SCP-5076-A-402 sits.
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Researcher Starse: We're willing to help your people, your excellency. You have a clear interest in our culture, and we'd be happy to oblige. Of course, we'd have to make things official, but a cultural liaison, internet access, and protection are definitely in the cards. Does that sound about right?
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SCP-5076-A-299: And what would your Foundation expect from us?
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Researcher Starse: Only information. We'd like to study your culture, with your assistance, of course.
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<SCP-5076-A-299 is visibly uncomfortable>
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Researcher Starse: I would oversee the committee. You would be safe, I can assure that.
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SCP-5076-A-402: It's fine by me. Bo'naub, you said the other Foundations barely communicated.
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Dr. Dune: I want nothing to do with this, Ang.
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SCP-5076-A-299: We accept your concessions.
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Researcher Starse: Thank you.
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<Starse discusses the logistics and planning of a cultural liaison, as well as various other topics with the SCP-5076-A leadership. Over the duration of the 3 hour conversation, Dune paces himself throughout the room. For a complete transcript of this recording, as well as any other cultural exchange related documents, see 5076-CL-EP-001.>
To: Researcher Angelina Starse (ten.pcs.hcrsr|esrats.a#ten.pcs.hcrsr|esrats.a)
+From: Dr. Edward Dune (ten.pcs.hcrsr|enud.e#ten.pcs.hcrsr|enud.e)
+Subject: SCP-5076 File Draft Peer Review
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Hey Ang, just read over the file- everything seems to be in order. I corrected a few SPaG errors. Nothing major, really- except, oh- it seems that you've misspelled orangutan in every goddamn instance of the word.
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36! 36 fucking times you used the word 'orangutang'. 36 times I had to correct a middle-school level mistake in what's going to be an official Foundation document. What the hell, Ang? Just because you're hanging around a bunch of primates doesn't give you the excuse to start spelling like one. Get your shit together.
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Anyways, I had another question: why are you writing as if this wasn't just a one-time thing? SCP-5076 should be designated Cressona, not the event of monkeys appearing out of thin air, yeah? It's ultimately your call, but it's something to consider. I doubt Roman's going to approve of those conprocs just because there's a slight chance it'll happen again. Maybe I'm missing something, though. It's late. Get back to me soon.
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Regards,
+Dr. Edward T. Dune, Senior Researcher, Area-179
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NEW MESSAGE!
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To: Dr. Edward Dune (ten.pcs.hcrsr|enud.e#ten.pcs.hcrsr|enud.e)
+From: Researcher Angelina Starse (ten.pcs.hcrsr|esrats.a#ten.pcs.hcrsr|esrats.a)
+Subject: Re:SCP-5076 File Draft Peer Review
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Edward, it was a spelling error. This is why you're a frequent topic of discussion for Site Administration.
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Onto business- yes, you have every right to question my judgement on the SCP-5076 denotation. In fact, I was midway through the first draft when I got news from the Liaison team. Those translations they were working on with Bo'naub are done. He was reluctant to translate this particular book, but felt he was 'doing the right thing'- apparently against the wishes of Gabo'an.
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I took a look at them, and- well, I think it's best for you to see for yourself.
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Pet theory: that thing they're building in the center of town? It's not a shrine. It's a communications tower, and every night they're sending a distress signal to whatever is left of their race.
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I've attached the addendum below. You'll see what I mean. We should be cautious, Edward.
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I'm not sure what we've gotten ourselves into.
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Best Wishes,
+Angelina Starse, Senior Researcher, Area-179
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Addendum 5076.3: Recovered and Translated Artifact from Site-5076-1
+The following is a translated portion from the SCP-5076-A religious text- On Creation, and its End- supposedly written by a great Oboban prophet-king, foretelling the 'death of life', and the last days of SCP-5076-A society:
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We, great Progenitors of Life,
+Universe, sing to us
+Our Creations bear Creations,
+Images of us
+Eons, this will be so
+I say, this will be so
+All 13 Houses of Bo-Too'a
+United, creating, traveling
+We, nomad Gods of Life
+Creations, vast and without end
+Will one day fall
+In the Millennia of the Damned
+He will come
+The Tribes Shall Be Split
+on the Black Night of His arrival
+Our Canvas shall cry out and soon be silenced
+By the Jaws of His Presence
+We shall run, endlessly throughout our Creation
+He will pursue
+We will scatter, to the depths and cracks of Our Canvas
+Each time, He will find us
+Brothers and Sisters lost, awaiting contact
+He has already found them
+Wherever our House be built
+He will dismantle it
+I say to you, listen
+His coming is swift- His pursuit endless
+Dread Devourer of Stars, He is inescapable
+The Prison of Glass cannot stand
+The Chains of String cannot hold
+The Blaspheme of Order cannot continue
+Wherever we roam
+The Death of Life follows
Refinery 133-L, recently acquired by a Foundation front company, Arabian Desert.
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Item #: SCP-5234
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Object Class: Safe
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Special Containment Procedures: Embedded agents are to monitor all oil refineries in the vicinity of SCP-5234, confiscate outgoing assets resultant of the anomaly and transport them to Provisional Site-A. All assets are to be secured within a blast-resistant chamber in sub-level 1, cooled to a temperature of 0℃. Clandestine operations to seize exported assets are underway.
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Agents are to report any physical and/or psychological discrepancies in SCP-5234. Annual reports produced by Saudi Aramco, ExxonMobil, Chevron and their corporate clients must be confiscated for statistical abnormalities.
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Description: SCP-5234 is a 1-meter high humanoid entity that is permanently affixed in the ground through unknown means, located in the Al-Qassim province of Saudi Arabia. Its external features share common traits of a human adolescent, although SCP-5234 does not require any sustenance to maintain itself. SCP-5234 is completely unresponsive to external stimuli, and remains immobile in an upright position.
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SCP-5234, however, possesses the ability to autonomously generate infinite quantities of crude oil from its skin pores. X-ray scans of its body unintentionally generated electric discharges of up to 0.5mC to its surroundings, suggesting that most of its chemical composition is composed of crude oil, possibly produced by a combination of anaerobic bacteria and primordial zooplanktons in a perpetual cycle of rapid regeneration and death. For such a process to take place, SCP-5234 apparently is able to self-induce significant quantities of internal pressure and heat.
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Discovery: Due to this anomalous ability, SCP-5234 had gained considerable attention from the local populace and subsequently, major oil companies. Eventually, Foundation agents sensed possible anomalous activity in the region, and dispatched a reconnaissance team under the guise of land surveyors, headed by Agents Qalim and Yusof.
(Both agents reach the undisclosed location in Al-Qassim province, and alight the jeep, parked in front of a fenced entrance to a large, residential compound fitted with a 15-by-15 meter long concrete perimeter, patrolled by five guards in light military gear.)
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QALIM: Brother, why do I not have a great feeling about this already.
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YUSOF: Relax, shaqiq1. It's just the usual protocol.
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QALIM: I know that, but —
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(The agents are interrupted by a guard, wearing sunglasses and has a mobile phone to his ear.)
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GUARD:(Arabic) Okay, you wait here. He will be here soon.
(The guard nods, and puts the mobile phone to his ear, before walking back to the guard post.)
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QALIM: See — see what I mean? I forgot to pick up my kids at the school today, and I got a good yell from my wife. And now this.
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(Silence.)
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YUSOF: You forgot you had kids?
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(Silence.)
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QALIM: I —
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(A black jeep arrives in front of the compound. Two men: one in thaub3, one Caucasian in corporate attire, exit the vehicle.)
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QALIM:(Whispers) I can tell how this is going to work out. Classic rich guy. Or… uh, guys. What, I bet he has a hundred yachts and five mansions.
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YUSOF: Want to bet? Like for real?
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QALIM: No.
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YUSOF: Heh. True Hollywood connosseiur. My shaqiq has grown to be such a fan.
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QASIM:(Whispers) Shush — (Normal voice) Oh, greetings, sir. I hope we weren't late.
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MAN 1:(Laughs) No worries, no worries. The name is Imran.
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(Imran exchanges handshakes with the agents. The man in business attire fidgets with his pants.)
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YUSOF: And this is…?
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IMRAN: Ah, Mr. Libermann. A valued investor.
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LIBERMANN: Uh… nice to meet you two. I met Mr. Imran here after hearing about this "miracle", so I had to see for myself.
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IMRAN: Mm, yes. I'm a man of convenience, so I figured it would be better to just have a… a group tour — you two take a look at the land, while Mr. Libermann here — (Pats Libermann's shoulder) — takes a look at the… less tangible. (Imran winks)
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YUSOF: Ahahaha. (Nudges Agent Qalim)
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QALIM: Ow. Uh, ahahaha! Yes, uh, let's get going, perhaps.
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IMRAN: Certainly!
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(The four men enter the black jeep, with both agents sitting side-by-side, Libermann beside the two in the passenger seat, and Imran at the driver's seat. The jeep then heads for the location of interest.)
YUSOF: So, Mr. Imran, how did you find this "miracle"?
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(A loud sigh.)
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IMRAN: Ah, you wish to know more about him, yes? The boy — the boy was special, and nothing short of miraculous, hence the nickname. Our oil industry was booming, then came all these, uh, bad things.
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YUSOF: What sort of bad things?
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(Imran shakes his head dismissively.)
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IMRAN:Ya lilhul, where do I even start? Market fluctuations, internal disputes, et cetera.
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YUSOF: Oh, Iran?
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IMRAN:(Tuts) No, no, no, don't get me started on Iran. My country and theirs — will never be on the same face of the coin, Mr. Yusof. Oh, and my god, the green initiative — [EXTRANEOUS DATA TRUNCATED]
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YUSOF: …interesting.
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IMRAN: And yes, one day, I was out in Riyadh for vehicle repairs, until one of my branches out in the desert called me. They said it was some earthquake — I didn't believe them at first, but I guess it would hardly inconvenience me to take a look. And then that was when I found him, in the center of it all, dripping the same invaluable assets that my company is known for today.
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QALIM: Just curious, you didn't question this, this, uh, boy appearing out of thin air?
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IMRAN: Well, I did. But, he didn't seem alive, didn't seem dead either. But, I trust this will be kept between us, right?
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QALIM: Right. Thanks.
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(Snoring sounds, before a gasp.)
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LIBERMANN: Wait, what? Did — did I miss something?
(The men arrive at Refinery 104-F. Churning and clanking sounds of machinery echo off the oil tanks, while workers in construction gear shout out to one another as they carry wooden planks and toolboxes on towering scaffolds. Whirs, hisses and beeps of forklifts, cement and dump trucks are heard in the distance. Pillars of smoke billow from pipes and towers. Imran leads the agents and Libermann into the refinery grounds.)
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IMRAN:(Shouts) Welcome. This was built quite a long while ago — more like 15 years, ever since my father handed it down to me. This plot of land was meant to be empty two months ago, but well — as you can see, it's still up and running.
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(Agent Qalim coughs.)
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LIBERMANN: Oo, quite a large refinery, Mr. Imran.
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IMRAN:(Smiles) Indeed. Now, gentlemen, I'm pretty sure all of you are waiting to see the big thing.
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LIBERMANN: Of course, Mr. Imran!
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IMRAN: Follow me.
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(Imran leads the agents and Libermann to a large, 10-meter featureless steel dome in between two oil tanks. Two guards stand at attention beside the entrance. Imran nods to the guards, one of whom then inputs a passcode on a number pad beside the door. A loud beep, before the door opens. Several flights of metal stairs greet the men. They begin walking down, surveying the interior of the dome.)
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YUSOF: A little chilly in here.
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IMRAN: Can't have the risk of anything catching fire here, especially during this time of the year. (Laughs)
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LIBERMANN: Mr. Imran, what is this?
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QALIM:(Whispers) God, he sounds like a twelve-year-old.
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YUSOF: You sound like one right now. Chill out.
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QALIM: Was that a pu —
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YUSOF:(Whispers) You can, uh, sneak in some laxatives to the guy when we wipe them, okay?
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(Agent Qalim nods.)
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YUSOF: …you're not actually thinking of doing that, right?
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QALIM: I — huh?
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YUSOF: I was — I was joking.
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(Silence.)
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YUSOF: You know this is all going to be on the logs, right.
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QALIM: Yes.
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(After walking down seven flights of stairs, they arrive at the lowest level. SCP-5234 is seen at the center, immobile. Hundreds of intravenous tubes extend from the dome's exterior into its arms and face. A viscous brown liquid continuously travels within these tubes.)
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LIBERMANN: Are — are you sure this is ethical, Mr. Imran? Just — just to check.
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IMRAN: Of course. You can run a check of his pulse, if you wish. He isn't, uh, decomposing either, after all this time, so… relatively ethical. Now.
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(Imran briefly strides over to a rack affixed to the nearest wall, and brings a patterned carpet for each person. Imran then gently places the carpet on the ground and stands on it. He gathers his hands in prayer, and closes his eyes.)
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IMRAN: Follow me.
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(Both agents look at each other, while Libermann frantically follows suit. Libermann gathers his hands in prayer and mumbles indecipherable phrases.)
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YUSOF: Well, uh.
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(Agent Yusof does the same. Agent Qalim shakes his head and sighs, before he stands over the carpet and enters the same stance as the rest, establishing a semi-circular formation around SCP-5234.)
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IMRAN: Now, we begin. Repeat after me. Bless the oil.
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LIBERMANN: Bless the oil!
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IMRAN: Shhh. Quietly. He would need a tranquil environment to focus on his blessings to us.
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LIBERMANN: Uh, yes, yes — bless the oil.
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YUSOF: Bless the oil.
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QALIM: Bless — bless the oil.
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(Imran faces up and slowly opens his arms to the side.)
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IMRAN: Blessed oil. Blessed wealth.
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LIBERMANN: Blessed oil. Blessed wealth.
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YUSOF, QALIM: Blessed oil. Blessed wealth.
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(Imran slowly opens his eyes and steps off of the carpet. The others do the same. SCP-5234 remains immobile.)
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IMRAN: And it is done. His blood is ours, and so we will repay him with prayers of gratitude. Look how pleased he is!
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(SCP-5234 remains immobile.)
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IMRAN: Soon, you'll see the magic. The magic across the stock exchange boards. You'll come right back here to thank him again.
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QALIM: Thank you, Mr. Imran. It has been… quite an enlightening experience.
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IMRAN: My pleasure. It's been such a delight to have ourselves be graced by our possible founding fathers of a new, prosperous nation our kingdom sought to have rebuilt.
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LIBERMANN: Wow, Mr. Imran. This is fantastic. I shall let the others know straight away.
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(Libermann walks up the stairs with his mobile phone to his ear.)
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YUSOF: Thank you, Mr. Imran. Could we perhaps, keep in touch? Our higher-ups may be quite interested in this plot of land.
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IMRAN: Of course, of course. Here.
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(Imran hands a white business card to Agent Yusof. Both agents proceed to exit the dome. Agent Qalim coughs.)
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QALIM: Another day in smog land.
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[END LOG]
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AFTERWORD: Agent Qalim was issued a formal reprimand for unnecessarily confrontational attitude after their return to Provisional Site-A. Containment procedures are currently in effect.
One month and 12 days after the containment procedures of SCP-5234 had been implemented, Incident 5234.1 occurred, resulting in the total destruction of Refinery 104-F and an explosion with a force equivalent to 2 kilotons of TNT, causing 24 casualties and 82 injured.
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Civilian mobile phone recording, following Incident 5234.1
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According to relevant transcripts of routine visitations to SCP-5234 conducted by Foundation agents, on the day of the incident, Imran Abdurlum invited 30 investors and venture capitalists (including the agents) to Refinery 104-F to showcase SCP-5234.
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Seconds before the incident, a major tremor occurred in the vicinity, before SCP-5234 was forcibly jolted upwards, revealing its lower body terminating in a single, fleshy appendage connected to an enormous mass. Subsequent civilian witness reports testify that an instance of a Diceratias trilobus4 leaped out of the subsequent explosion in an arc, opening its mouth to ingest all 30 individuals (including Imran Abdurlum and Gottur Libermann) mid-air before re-entering the ground. Minor tremors persisted, but subsided 10 minutes later.
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Six minutes after this event, Saudi Aramco, ExxonMobil and Chevron stock prices declined by a margin of 72%.
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The search for SCP-5234 is underway. Containment procedures are pending revision.
Special Containment Procedures: Radio transmissions directed at the solar system are to be continually monitored by orbital probes. Signs of extraterrestrial communication are to be translated or interpreted with the utmost priority.
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Description: SCP-5324 refers to a radio message intercepted by O5-5 during a routine radio scanning session1 on 5/6/21. Shortly after reviewing the contents of the message, O5-5 contacted other Council members, resulting in an anomalous designation. SCP-5324 was able to be translated due to an auditory memetic anomaly affecting it; listeners being able to understand the spoken material, regardless of their native tongue. The full extent of this effect is that listeners are able to hear the original audio while simultaneously being able to interpret a translation.
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A full transcription of SCP-5324 is available below:
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Greetings, citizens! I, Messenger, represent the members of the Thought Monarch Network! Just so you know, your planetary crust contains high amounts of salt, iron, and nickel; exactly what we need for our own purposes! Since we don’t expect you to reasonably extract the amount of material that we need yourselves, we'll be happy to do it for you!
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What we’ll need you to do is move objects or entities important to you to a nearby planetary body while we complete our minor adjustments! For starters, we’ll temporarily relinquish your atmosphere until we believe you are in need of it, and all remaining material on your planetary surface will be disassembled for future use!
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Next, we’ll implement helpful planetary policies, such as a monthly bodily organs collection program, and the weekly collection of excess bone matter for your own enjoyment and comfort! Hopefully, your lower mass will help you adjust to our next change:
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Just like you’ve always wanted, we’re releasing our new entertainment system for all you feisty organisms! A room, large enough to accommodate an exciting household item (such as a bed!) will be your new lodging, free of charge! You can choose sleeping, eating, drinking, breathing, and many more enriching activities as part of this program, with plenty of time devoted to personal reflection! Various customer reports have described our trial entertainment system as 'fun enough to never leave', so you can be sure you’ll have a good time!
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There’s absolutely no need to worry as these changes are implemented, and we hope you have us again! Thank you, Planet Sherne!
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Sincerely, Messenger
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Addendum: Due to SCP-5324’s perceived lack of relation to Earth, it has been classified as Safe. Additional information on the circumstances of SCP-5324’s origin are currently under investigation.
A photo of SCP-5339 taken by the Foundation prior to its containment.
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Item #: SCP-5339
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5339 is contained within a vertically extended humanoid containment cell decorated with the personal possessions of Mickey Ideme. All meals given to SCP-5339 must consist of soft semi-solids such as apple sauce, watermelon slices, or jam. SCP-5339 is to be given weekly English and ASL lessons on a rotational shift basis by selected1 researchers.
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Description: SCP-5339 is a 3-meter-tall tripodal organism whose cranium features a pair of 6-centimeter-wide eyes and a mouth used for mastication and crude vocalization. SCP-5339 has three legs which are spaced equidistantly from one another. Despite this, SCP-5339 has difficulty remaining stable for more than 15 seconds.
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Discovery: On 3/12/2013, Hannah Ideme gave birth to a child (Mickey Ideme) who had developed an accessory arm underneath his left pectoral during the late stages of Mrs. Ideme's pregnancy. Mickey Ideme was born in the St. Raymond Nonnatus Hospital with expected complications, although Mickey and Hannah Ideme both recovered within a reasonable time period. One year after Mickey Ideme's birth, he disappeared due to unknown circumstances, while on vacation with Mrs. Ideme. Upon returning to her place of residence, Mrs. Ideme located SCP-5339 in Mickey Ideme’s room.
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Test Log 5339-1 3/12/2014:
+In order to determine how SCP-5339 relates to Mickey Ideme, a variety of tests were conducted.
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Object 1
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Object 2
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Result
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1 cubic meter of grass
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1 cubic meter of assorted bovine flesh
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SCP-5339 appears uninterested in the grass and sniffs the flesh, before emitting a loud vocalization and retreating to the corner of its containment unit.
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Mickey Ideme's blanket (nearly severed for unknown reasons)
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An undamaged blanket
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SCP-5339 moves towards the nearly torn blanket and successfully tears it down the center with one of its legs and its jaw. SCP-5339 places one half of the blanket over its head and the other half underneath itself.
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A framed photograph of Hannah Ideme
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A tattered photograph of Will Ideme (Mrs. Ideme's husband who expired one year previously)
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SCP-5339 approaches Will Ideme's photograph with apparent interest. SCP-5339 grunts and moves to Mrs. Ideme's photo. At the end of the test SCP-5339 resisted the research staff who had attempted to remove Mrs. Ideme's photo and slid the photo around the cell until a researcher grabbed SCP-5339's leg to allow another researcher to retrieve the photo.
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A photograph of Mickey Ideme
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A photograph of SCP-5339
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SCP-5339 pauses momentarily and then moves towards the image of Mickey Ideme. SCP-5339 lowers its head and pushes the image of Mickey Ideme with its snout.
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Addendum 5339-2 3/12/2014:
+Dr. Green was instructed to retrieve certain objects from SCP-5339's containment cell once testing had concluded. While Dr. Green attempted to retrieve the cubic meter of assorted bovine flesh, SCP-5339 moved behind them and produced a vocalization similar to that of a child in distress. Dr. Green questioned SCP-5339, who paused, and then addressed Dr. Green as "Ma". It is unknown whether or not SCP-5339 has awareness of what its vocalizations allude to. Further research is to commence.
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Test Log 5339-1 3/15/2014 - 7/18/2016: SCP-5339’s potential for sapient thought can currently be approximated to that of a one-year-old child. To improve SCP-5339's vocabulary and speech, weekly English lessons are implemented into SCP-5339's containment procedures. Lesson plans have been designed with the assistance of ASL and other non-verbal speech therapy methods. Please note that the following table only consists of notable lessons where SCP-5339 showed noticeable improvement.
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The research staff joined SCP-5339 for a short period of time in its containment cell. while being monitored by several Foundation security guards. Staff were instructed to assume a semi-formal disposition and verbally communicate frequently with one another.
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SCP-5339 began emitting several vocalizations that research staff believe sounded significantly like "Mom", "Drink", "Toy", and "Food".
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Research staff allowed SCP-5339 to play with a beach ball for 5 minutes, before retrieving the ball and waiting to see if it requested for the ball to be given back.
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SCP-5339 played with the ball for the entire allotted period of time. When the ball was retrieved, it showed signs of distress and attempted to kick it out of Dr. Green's hands. Eventually SCP-5339 said "give ball", where they then were allowed the ball for the remainder of the day.
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Research Staff requested a brief recreational meeting with SCP-5339 in its containment cell. SCP-5339 was given a cup of applesauce, while the rest of the staff were given coffee.
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SCP-5339 learned the words "Sauce", "Cup", "Person", and "Friend".
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Research Staff placed several objects inside of SCP-5339's containment cell that it has not learned the name of. Research staff hope that it may attempt to expand its own vocabulary by creating compound words.
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SCP-5339 vocalized the phrases "Long animal" to indicate a stuffed snake, "Talk metal" to indicate a speaker, and "Bad water" to indicate an image of an ocean.
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Addendum 5339-2 7/22/2016:
+During a private meeting with Dr. Green, SCP-5339 vocalized their first complete sentence. After several indistinguishable grunts, SCP-5339 said, "Mommy, the water's too deep". Dr. Green promptly exited the containment cell and SCP-5339 was provided with their beach ball and an additional serving of semi-solids.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5413 has been condemned by Punjabi officials and is under Foundation ownership. References to SCP-5413 are to be scrubbed from all print and online media. Two guards are to be posted outside SCP-5413 at all times. Under no circumstances is any civilian to travel into SCP-5413, and authorization has been given for the use of Class-A amnestics.
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Description: SCP-5413 is an abandoned Gurdwara1, located outside the city limits of Ludhiana, Punjab. A sign outside of SCP-5413 reads "Rabb da Shabad Gurdwara,"2 though no records of construction of a Gurdwara named as such exist in the Shiromani Gurdwara Parbandhak Committee's3 files. Inhabitants of the surrounding village are incapable of relaying or unwilling to relay information about SCP-5413.
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SCP-5413 contains no natural light, despite having windows, cracks, and other holes in its structure that would typically permit light inside. When viewed from outside, these spaces appear to be covered with a metallic surface with near-total absorption of light, and cannot be passed through. Artificial sources of light, however, function inside SCP-5413. Knowledge of SCP-5413's layout obtained by viewing SCP-5413 in person carries a mild compulsory and amnestic effect, attracting individuals into unknowingly performing repeated visits. Furthermore, entering SCP-5413 for extended periods of time causes subjects to undergo the following symptoms:
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Mild sedative and euphoric effects.
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Motor issues, such as a loss of balance and poor coordination.
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Digestive and excretory issues, such as vomiting and dehydration.
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Respiratory and circulatory issues, such as aspiration pneumonia, cyanosis, and respiratory depression.
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Due to these effects, SCP-5413 has been deemed an active hazard to enter. Exploration of SCP-5413 via unmanned drone has displayed a layout and contents similar to other Gurdwaras. The origin of the items within SCP-5413 is currently unknown.
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The main entrance of SCP-5413 leads to a small hallway, with doors to the left, right, and front. Moss can be seen growing throughout the hallway, alongside patkas4 laid on the floor, all tied. A rusted child's Kara5 is on the floor, underneath a large sword, of which only the hilt remains.
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An approximate layout of SCP-5413, used to confirm locations during unmanned exploration.
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The door to the left leads to the Diwan hall, or main sermon hall. The carpet that covers the hall's entire floor is stained, and rotting meat, milk, and butter is present. A half-torn dollar bill is present in the collection box. The only set of human remains in SCP-5413 is a male child's skeleton, approximately seven years of age, in a prostrated position in front of the box. Syringes jut out of its arms. Human feet and gluteal imprints are left on the carpet in many places, all oriented forwards. A small harmonium and tabla can be seen next to the collection box. The tabla's bindings are wrapped around the harmonium, and it is physically impossible to remove either one from the other. The single copy of the Guru Granth Sahib is open and has a large hole in the middle of it; viewing it causes a reported feeling of "emptiness."
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The door to the right leads to the Langar6 hall. Seven vats for food are present in the sitting area. Two are filled with hot, cooked meat, and two others contain yeast, barley, and grapes. Attempts to consume the meat present in the vats left subjects reporting a sense of "blissful ignorance." Chairs take up the rest of the seating area, showing signs of use. Attempting to empty a nearby water pitcher causes a rose-colored mixture to dispense, able to flow past what the pitcher can contain. Testing has revealed it to be a mix of Amrit, goat's milk, and blood. Footprints from an unidentifiable animal lead to small cupboards intended for containing dishes, around which claw marks are present. Small human hand-prints, oriented as if something were pulled out of the cabinet, are present around its edge, along with shreds of a manila folder.
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The door in front has a small sign to its right, labelled "Office." The door is locked. Flight-capable drones entered through the ventilation system, revealing a desk, bookshelf, and two houseplants. The desk has a ledger atop it, the bookshelf is empty with the exception of a copy of the Rehat Maryada,7 and both plants are dead. The ledger has a single order of Chardonnay wine from an unknown supplier, worth 300,000 rupees, as well as shreds of a manila folder. A disciplinary paddle and ruler are present on the desk, both still warm. There is a name which cannot be verbalized listed on a paper on the desk, next to "ਰਾਜ਼ ਦੇ ਭਾਸ਼ਣਕਾਰ"; it is that of a child.
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A single unmarked bottle lays near the back wall, filled with syringes. Claw marks, similar to those of a large animal, are shown around its neck, and two sets of deep animal tracks can be seen entering and exiting its opening. Tests have revealed trace amounts of diamorphine, ketamine, and Chardonnay wine around the bottle. A child's screams and sounds of a liquid being consumed can be heard, and are the only details early subjects were able to recall.
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SCP-5413's effects are theorized to extend to the surrounding village; according to census and public health data, the percent of the population of those experiencing SCP-5413 exploration symptoms is currently increasing, though this is theorized to be due to an as-of-yet unidentifiable reason for a repeated, spontaneous decline in the adult population.
Special Containment Procedures: The door associated with SCP-5423 is to remain open outside of scheduled testing, and personnel will not enter the room except as required by testing protocols. A block will be placed in the doorframe to make sure it does not accidentally shut, while a barrier will be placed around the door to deny unauthorized entry.
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Any personnel who experience SCP-5423's anomalous effects will be removed from the site and isolated for at least one week as part of standard decontamination procedures after exposure to unreality.
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Description: SCP-5423 is a spatial anomaly manifesting in a room in Site 98. When the door to this room is closed, the room, its contents, and the space it occupies ceases to exist to all measurements currently available to the Foundation.
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Sonar and electromagnetic radiation act as though there is no space between the walls when the door is closed.
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Persons inside the room experience no time between the door's closing and its opening again. When the door opens, objects in motion have the same position and momentum they had when the door had closed, no matter how far they should have traveled.
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The room in which SCP-5423 manifests was previously a storage room on the second sub-level of Site 98. There were no anomalous objects inside when it was discovered and it is presently unknown how it manifested.
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O5 Command has approved the installation of a window to observe the effects of SCP-5423 directly. Installation has been scheduled for 24/MAR/30.
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While testing of the anomaly's properties is underway, a Directed Task Force led by Dr. Matson has been commissioned to investigate its origins.
A full inventory of the anomalous storage room is currently being undertaken. While records indicate that no anomalous objects have been stored there, numerous pieces of equipment and records relating to the observation, testing, and containment of anomalous objects have been. I am convinced that cross-contamination is the root of this. Someone failed to follow procedure. I'm going to learn who and nail them to the wall.
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I've advised against the testing of SCP-5423 until we have a handle on the origin of the anomaly. The loss of Doctor Scranton should be a warning to us all.
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Complaint Lodged by Dr. Verne: With due respect to Dr. Matson, he's not in charge of investigating this anomaly. It ultimately doesn't matter where the anomaly came from. What matters is what it is. As Site Director Alvarez agrees with me and has placed me in charge of testing, I find it extremely inappropriate for Dr. Matson to comment on my testing procedures.
Earliest photo of SCP-550's initial recovery point.
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Item #: SCP-550
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-550 is to be held in a standard-sized humanoid cell. SCP-550 should be provided with a human corpse on a bi-weekly basis. Any remaining materials are to be cleaned and removed from the containment chamber after provision. All personnel handling SCP-550 are to wear provided chemical resistant gloves and Hazmat suits at all times. Directions made toward SCP-550 may be broadcast from speakers installed in its containment chamber, and should be used for transportation, maintenance, and testing.
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Description: SCP-550 is a humanoid composed of wood shavings from Fraxinus excelsior (European Ash), measuring 2.1 meters in height and 70 kg in weight. SCP-550 closely resembles a human male suffering from advanced muscle atrophy, though it lacks all exterior and bodily organs. SCP-550 is mainly compliant to human subjects, though it is restricted to following simple commands. Conversation through alternative systems of communication has been unsuccessful in determining if SCP-550 is sapient. SCP-550 is able to smell despite the lack of any sensory organs, and does this solely for the purpose of locating human corpses.
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SCP-550 is mainly drawn toward corpses in early stages of putrefaction. If no such cadaver is in the vicinity, it will attempt to locate one itself through bipedal locomotion. Upon finding a cadaver, SCP-550 will unravel itself to create a wide split in the area where a chest would be, and will kneel over the cadaver and make physical contact with the cavity. This cavity does not appear to be different from SCP-550's exterior, and it secretes high concentrations of hydrochloric acid. The acid produced by SCP-550 does not dissolve the wood it is covered in.
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SCP-550 is capable of incorporating simple molecules and compounds through its cavity. The hydrochloric acid it produces is used in breaking down organic substances located in corpses, allowing it to take nutrients through pores in the wood it is composed of. SCP-550 mainly intakes amino acids and various proteins, though it is unclear in how it uses them to maintain itself.
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SCP-550 will continue making contact with its chosen corpse, before closing its chest cavity and standing up. SCP-550 will then release a slurry of materials, mostly containing loose portions of epidermis, articles of clothing (if present on the corpse), and stomach bile. When deprived of corpses for several days, SCP-550 will enter a dormant state and refrain from movement for an indefinite period of time until a corpse is available.
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Addendum 550-Recov: SCP-550 was found at the site of a mass grave in ██████, South Africa. Foundation Intelligence was made aware of rumors being passed between locals regarding a "ghûl", descriptions of which had some marked deviations from traditional folklore. MTF Beta-7 ("Maz Hatters") was dispatched with orders to confirm the existence of a potential Euclid class being and to retrieve it on the Foundation's behalf.
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28 corpses were found to have been damaged by SCP-550, and Protocol "Sewn Veil" was enacted to restore bodies to acceptable conditions. Several ritualistic items such as incense, candles, pieces of a large cloth stained with various bodily fluids, utensils, pots, plates, and various salts and spices were found scattered throughout the graveyard.
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One person was reported missing in the town of SCP-550's original location, a local resident named Siyanda ██████. No corpse has been found that matches the civilian. Other town members claim ██████ had begun taking regular trips to a neighboring town prior to their disappearance.
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On search of the civilian's home, a voicemail from a public phone located in [REDACTED] was found. No other evidence of possible involvement with SCP-550 was discovered.
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Foreword: The following is translated from the Bantu language, belonging to the Zulus.
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[Coughing and heavy breathing, masculine voice]
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"We know you feel it in you. I know you do not want to answer me. You need to come. We are here to open those shredded bonds, never mind their state. You're famished, yet you are not hungry! Where do you expect to hide from what you need?"
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[A feminine voice can be heard whispering for 4 seconds, before the caller makes a sound of approval.]
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"Khetiwie says she is prepared, so now it is only up to you. Do you not want to let it burn through your bones, mixing you into the slime from where we began? Do you not want to become one with the saliva of the beast, soaking in the juices of your kin? You know what to do. We want to bring ourselves inside the beast. This is not something you should be afraid of."
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[Further unknown background noises are heard.]
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"See, Slindile has already brought forth her tendons, fresh. Just look at her pinch the eye out… Lord, I can't wait to feel what it is like inside him."
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Addendum 550-A14/19/2011: Analysis of SCP-550 skin sample shows the presence of mucosal cells and microvilli, and confirms skin pigmentation as melanin. Dr. ████ has suggested and authorized MRI scan without sedation. Scan postponed following Incident SCP-550-T1.
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Incident 550-T1 At 03:43, ██/██/20██, surveillance showed that SCP-550 had begun pacing its cell during research of its dormant state. Agent ████████ and Dr. ██████ were given permission to investigate. Surveillance footage shows that standard Foundation procedure was followed and no abnormalities were found until personnel left. SCP-550 immediately lay down in its cell until a large black tongue, anatomically human, erupted from within SCP-550. Site-36 was placed under lockdown, while the tongue protruding from SCP-550 had begun slathering the entirety of its containment cell. 2 minutes and 14 seconds had passed before the tongue withdrew into SCP-550. An amount of black, viscous saliva containing various amounts of organic material from all previously consumed corpses was left on containment chamber walls, along with what appeared to be an intact traditional black Zulu dress.1
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Shortly after Incident 550-T1, the tongue belonging to SCP-550 has been recorded to randomly protrude from SCP-550's chest cavity for several seconds. SCP-550 has resorted to remaining in a fetal position, presumably to prevent an event similar to the recent incident. No further deviations in behavior have been noted; containment procedures are currently being updated.
Filename: SCP-550.jpg
+Name: File:Lendava-Judenfriedhof.jpg
+Author: Peter buck
+License: Public Domain
+Source:https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Lendava-Judenfriedhof.jpg
+Notes: This work is a derivative of SCP-550 by AliV, CC BY-SA 3.0.
Special Containment Procedures: A perimeter has been established around the border of SCP-5594, members of the general populace are to be refused entry and amnesticised if needed. Personnel are not to enter into any mineshaft.
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The remaining eleven members of SCP-5594's population have been relocated and amnesticised. Efforts to locate and amnesticise former residents of SCP-5594 who may have been witness to anomalous phenomena are ongoing.
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Description: SCP-5594 is Middalia, a former coal-mining town in central Kentucky, USA and the anomalous phenomena surrounding it.
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Aerial view of SCP-5594. (Click to Enlarge)
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In May 1962, a landfill was ignited during a controlled disposal effort by the local fire department. The fire spread into an unsealed mineshaft entrance, quickly expanding underground and into the connected coal veins. The following anomalous phenomena occurred subsequently:
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Multiple residents and visitors of SCP-5594 disappearing within the town borders. The resulting search and rescue efforts were unsuccessful or ended in additional disappearances.
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The spontaneous disappearance of non-anomalous objects.
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Surrounding wildlife, specifically livestock from surrounding farms, entering the town in droves.
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A single tree being felled without an observable cause.1
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The appearance of SCP-5594-1.
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The enduring fire and various anomalous events caused a mass exodus of SCP-5594's population over the last 60 years.
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SCP-5594 is inhabited by three spectral entities, collectively designated SCP-5594-1. Based on their appearances, they are believed to be the spirits of deceased miners Cecil Anderson, Jameson Lancaster, and Kevin McPadden. These individuals died in 1890 as a result of the only fatal mine collapse in Middalia's history. SCP-5594-1 is believed to occupy the burning mines, although they have been seen wandering the streets of SCP-5594 on rare occasions.
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Addendum 5594.1: D-Class Expedition
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The following are transcripts of D-60173's investigation into SCP-5594. D-60173 was tethered and given a heat-proof armor, oxygen tank, and night-vision goggles.
A smoke plume a few meters away from the insertion point.
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D-60173: You're still hearing me right?
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Dr. Quinsin: Loud and clear. Proceed.
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D-60173: Sounds good.
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(D-60173 enters the unsealed mineshaft and proceeds down a shallow decline leading to a sharp right turn and a steeper decline. He slides downward and enables the night vision goggles and camera.)
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D-60173: Why wasn't I just given like a flashlight or something?
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Dr. Quinsin: You're going to need both of your hands.
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D-60173: Wouldn't a headlamp have sufficed?
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Dr. Quinsin: You're covered in almost 50,000 dollars worth of technology, why would you want a headlamp?
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D-60173: You're not the one carrying all of it.
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(D-60173 continues forward for the next fifteen minutes as cracks in the ground filter smoke in and through the veins, obstructing D-60173's vision. At the end of a tunnel is a steep drop. D-60173 is instructed to use an anchor and rope to rappel downward. He complies, landing in a tunnel flooded in a black liquid. The temperature of the cave is at 93°C.)
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Dr. Quinsin: Is that water?
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D-60173: I don't think so. It's too thick.
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Dr. Quinsin: Grab a sample and watch where you're stepping, there could be a hole somewhere in there.
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D-60173: Don't you guys have, I don't know, robots or drones for this type of stuff?
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Dr. Quinsin: We do. Why do you ask?
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D-60173: Sending me down here, alone, with no means to protect myself feels… antiquated.
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Dr. Quinsin: I mean, we can't arm you — there's no reason for you to be armed at all. It's a flaming cave, not a warzone.
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(D-60173 continues forward, then suddenly stops.)
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Dr. Quinsin: What happened?
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D-60173: Something just bumped into my leg. It's under my foot. Should I grab it?
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Dr. Quinsin: Is it moving?
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D-60173: I— I don't think so.
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Dr. Quinsin: Grab it, please.
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(D-60173 hesitantly bends down and pushes his hand through the viscous liquid. He takes a step back and pulls the object out, revealing it to be a skeletal hand embedded into the handle of a rusted pickaxe. After realizing what it is, D-60173 immediately releases the object.)
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D-60173: Jesus christ what the fuck is this—
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(Laughter is heard from behind. The camera quickly turns around, finding the same empty corridor as before. D-60173 begins to quicken in pace.)
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D-60173: I know you must see spooky bullshit like this every day, but I don't. You threw me to the goddamn lions!
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Dr. Quinsin: I get it. Please, just go forward and we'll discuss this later.
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D-60173: You're a real bastard, you know that?
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Dr. Quinsin: There will be time to talk later. As of right now, I need you to continue forward
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(D-60173 enters an upwards stretch of the mine that quickly levels out into a short path ending in the crossroads. One end has a human-made arched tunnel, the other is a continuation of the vein.)
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Still frame from D-60173's bodycamera.
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Dr. Quinsin: Let's try left.
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(The camera feed cuts out for three seconds. The microphone experiences a slight connection breakdown. Through the static, D-60173 is heard vocalizing distress. When the camera feed reconnects, the image is seen against a dead end.)
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Dr. Quinsin: Are you okay?
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D-60173: I— I don't know what this goddamn place is doing.
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Dr. Quinsin: What happened?
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D-60173: The path kept going— This wall wasn't here when I started walking through!
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(Heavy footsteps are heard from behind D-60173 followed by the echoes of metal clashing with stone.)
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D-60173: Do you hear—
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(The sound of sawing and another metallic clash.)
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Dr. Quinsin: Yeah I do, we're gonna take you out for now. Come on.
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(D-60173 exits the crossroads and proceeds through the previous path. D-60173 trips, landing on his stomach.)
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D-60173: Shit! Shit!
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(The connection between microphones begins to deteriorate.)
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Dr. Quinsin: Wh— you okay? Get—
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(The camera feed shows it scraping against the ground. D-60173 yells.)
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Dr. Quinsin: Stay— get you— soon.
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(Heavy breathing is heard from D-60173, then the echoes of uproarious laughter.)
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(The camera indicates that D-60173 has turned right. He manages to flip on his back, showing the now ripped tether being dragged by an invisible force.)
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(A connection is reformed.)
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Dr. Quinsin: Hey-hey-hey! Can you hear me? What's going on?
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D-60173: I don't know! Help me! Do something!
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(D-60173's motion suddenly ceases. He is lying on the ground in front of a large, circular crevice; smoke pours from it.)
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D-60173: Shit I can't get up! Something's pressing on me. Whatever you are, please, I'm begging you, don't kill me. (Yelling) Help! Help!
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(D-60173 is abruptly launched down the gap as echoes of howling laughter swell around him. Before landing, D-60173 appears to be cushioned and dropped into a pool of water.)
(D-60173 pans around, finding himself to be in a massive, open expanse stretching at least 500 meters in each direction. The temperature of this area is noticeably cooler.)
Still frame from D-60173's camera. (From left to right) SCP-5594-1A, SCP-5594-1B, and SCP-5594-1C
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SCP-5594-1B: You think we went a bit too far? Look at 'em.
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SCP-5594-1A: He's fine! Just a bit wet is all. (Laughter) My lord, that was a treat!
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SCP-5594-1C: You didn't have to toss him down here.
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SCP-5594-1A: How else would we have gotten him down 'ere, dimwit?
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Dr. Quinsin: Hello?
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D-60173: Uh— I— Yeah?
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Dr. Quinsin: Can you put me on the speaker, please. Should be on the right side of the camera apparatus.
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(D-60173 complies while the spectral entities continue to argue.)
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SCP-5594-1A: Fine! How about you take the reins then!
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Dr. Quinsin: Excuse me?
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(SCP-5594-1 collectively become silent and glace around.)
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SCP-5594-1B: The hell was that? That you fella?
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D-60173: No-no-no. Please. I—
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Dr. Quinsin: It's me, I'm in a different location.
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(The entities approach D-60173.)
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SCP-5594-1C: What's that wacky little contraption? Is this like them black rectangles?
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SCP-5594-1A:(Yelling) TINY VOICE? IS YOU OKAY IN THERE?
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Dr. Quinsin: I can hear you fine, no need to shout. Do you three happen to be Cecil Anderson, Jameson Lancaster, and Kevin McPadden?
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SCP-5594-1C: I would be Kevin, that man right there (Pointing to -1B) is Jameson, and the big fella over there (Pointing to -1A) would be Cecil.
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Dr. Quinsin: You died in these mines, correct?
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SCP-5594-1B: Sure did.
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Dr. Quinsin: I believe I overheard Mr. Anderson insinuate that you three were responsible for the activity in the mines above us. Is this true?
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(Turning to a slight huddle, SCP-5594-1 begin to discuss among themselves.)
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SCP-5594-1B: What was that word?
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SCP-5594-1C: Insinuate?
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SCP-5594-1A: What does that mean?
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SCP-5594-1C: What's what mean?
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SCP-5594-1A: Insinuate, moron. What's he sayin' 'bout me?
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SCP-5594-1B: You think he insulted you?
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SCP-5594-1A: Yeah I do. And I'm not gonna take that from no machine.
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SCP-5594-1B: You right—
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Dr. Quinsin: I can hear you and insinuate is not an insult nor am I a machine. I'm asking if you three caused all the oddit— weird things a few minutes ago.
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SCP-5594-1A: Oh yeah, those were pranks.
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(D-60173 stands and begins to look around; the area he is in is barren, save for a couch, table, a pile of wood, and television set with various items beside it. He turns to his left, finding a pile of human skeletons.)
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D-60173: Holy shit! What did you do to them?
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SCP-5594-1C: Wait, okay, I know how this looks. We can explain.
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D-60173: Well?
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SCP-5594-1C: Oh. Usually they don't let us get this far.
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D-60173: Oh my god, did I pick up one of their hands?
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SCP-5594-1B: You said hand? Where was it?
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D-60173: Why?
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SCP-5594-1B: I've been piecin' our skeletons back together and couldn't find my left hand! You found it! Where was it?
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D-60173: I don't care about your goddamn skeletons! What happened to them?
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SCP-5594-1C: After the fire-people opened the surface for us, we were able to escape and finally meet new people, but for some reason, they weren't too keen on us intrudin' on their homes and causin' 'em “mental breakdowns” from "fear."
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D-60173: Please just get to the point!
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SCP-5594-1C:(It clears its throat.) We were able to draw people into the open mineshafts but, apparently, these mines are hot enough to cause people to die incredibly fast. We thought the first twenty or so were just bad luck. Now we’re thinkin' that this type of heat isn’t good for alive people.
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SCP-5594-1B: Long story short, we keep ‘em here as a remembrance of our almost-friendship.
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Dr. Quinsin: Alright, hypothet— imagine these people managed to make it to you three alive. What was the plan?
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SCP-5594-1A: Well, I began herdin' animals into the town for food and such when the mines were first opened. Found this beautiful steed, a bit later. Our plan was to just get a pal to share some supper with.
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Dr. Quinsin: That's all? You just wanted someone to eat dinner with?
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SCP-5594-1A: No reason to lie to you tiny-machine-man. We get some firewood, light it, cook a nice steak or some lamb, sit on that couch that Kevin found, and look at the people trapped in those black rectangles on the watchin' box.
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Dr. Quinsin: Why did you terrorize your "friend" before getting him down here? I may not have experience in that area but I'm fairly certain it wouldn't work.
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SCP-5594-1A: What's wrong with a bit of fun?
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Dr. Quinsin: Well, I need him released, now, please. If one of you could, I don't know, float him—
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D-60173: Shut up. Cecil, you said you have steak?
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SCP-5594-1A: Yes siree.
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Dr. Quinsin: You're not to eat with—
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D-60173: You lied to me, damn it. I deserve this.
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Dr. Quinsin: No you do not. You will leave—
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(D-60173 removes his earpiece and throws it to the pile of corpses as SCP-5594-1C begins to retrieve firewood from a nearby pile.)
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SCP-5594-1B: Holy hell did you just kill him?
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D-60173: No. Do you think the air is breathable down here?
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SCP-5594-1C: Only one way to find out, frankly.
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(D-60173 removes his oxygen mask and heat-proof suit. There are no apparent side effects.)
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D-60173: Huh, that's good. Where'd you get a VCR from?
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SCP-5594-1B: When those wackos up top still lived 'round here, they just left them lyin' around. I grabbed it with the watchin' box a few years ago.
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SCP-5594-1A: You're some sort of sorcerer, aren't ya? Bein' alive down here and havin' a tiny machine voice strapped to ya’.
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D-60173: Can't say that I am. Now, I haven't had a good steak in years and I'm hungry. Let's eat, friends.
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(Over the next hour, SCP-5594-A cooks four steaks for the group over an open flame. They eat and converse while watching a VHS of Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back.)
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CONVERSATION EXCERPTS
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(The group is watching the scene where Lando Calrissian betrays Luke Skywalker and Han Solo.)
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SCP-5594-1B: You ever been to that floating city?
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D-60173: Oh no — I mean I wish I could — it's not real.
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SCP-5594-1A: Alright, I can believe that you can fake the magic space wizards but that massive city? You're pullin' my leg now.
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D-60173: I can promise you that buildings are still on the ground.
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SCP-5594-1C: I know that but Luke Skywalker is there. I just watched him walkin' there.
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D-60173: They actually used a painting or a sculpture for the wide shot along with the physical sets, of course. They also used a blue screen for the backgrounds.
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SCP-5594-1A: Malarkey. That place is clearly white.
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(The entities are seen cowering against the couch.)
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D-60173: …so this dude was ordered to keep climbing up and up and up. And that shack never stopped growing. After a few hundred, he looked out the window and saw some figures staring at him.
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SCP-5594-1A: Who are they?
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D-60173: Listen. He kept climbing and climbing this tower and it never ended. Eventually, day turned to night and he goes to rest… that was his mistake, but he didn't have a choice.
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SCP-5594-1A: What mistake?
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D-60173: The batteries of his light died and his camera went out. The next day…
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SCP-5594-1A: Next day what, next day what?
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D-60173: He was ordered to come down the tower, but what came down wasn't him. Something was wearing his skin.
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D-60173: Kevin, how'd you manage to get a horse down here? If people can't make it I don't imagine a horse could.
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SCP-5594-1C: Yeah it was a tricky process. I only got 'er down here after I accidentally dug one of my tunnels into a nearby farm.
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D-60173: You dig tunnels?
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SCP-5594-1C: Oh yeah, I got a bunch — a few for transportatin' meat or wood down here or for Cecil to get the stuff he finds down 'ere. There's a bunch of my tunnels around. Can't imagine why you took the long way.
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D-60173: Kinda wish I knew that.
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(D-60173 is demonstrating the process of creating a cheesesteak.)
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D-60173: So you layer it in here. It's just onions, cheese, and steak. No peppers!
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SCP-5594-1C: Why no peppers?
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D-60173: Philly cheesesteaks don't have peppers on them. It's blasphemy to put peppers on one of 'em and call it a Philly Cheesesteak.
(After five hours, D-60173 exited the cave with the help of SCP-5594-1 and was safely recovered at the insertion point.)
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«END LOG»
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In the months following this investigation, sightings of SCP-5594-1 became scarce. The following note was later found in the D-Class barracks.
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Welp, I hope we didn't get you into no trouble with your bosses.
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We hope to see you again. I know you promised to come back sometime, no rush. We've been having cheesy steaks a few times a week, just be sure to bring us some new recipes next time. You know where the tunnels are. Just be sure not to go in the small one or you'll end up in the boil pit. See you soon.
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Stay safe, pal,
+Kevin, Cecil, and Jameson
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As of documentation, further correspondence from SCP-5594-1 has not been received.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-569 are currently contained at Bio-Research Site-66. Contained instances of SCP-569 are to be sealed within 1 m3 steel crates and immersed in ice water baths when not under research. If containment is breached, aggressive instances are to be neutralized through application of aerosolized liquid nitrogen. Passive instances are to be herded back into a containment crate and returned to containment.
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Personnel injured by SCP-569 may be treated via amputation of affected surfaces; severely affected personnel are to be terminated. Matter produced by agitated instances of SCP-569 is to be ground into powder and utilized in Site construction.
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Description: SCP-569 appear to be a collection of 46 animate, disembodied, floating human heads. All instances are identical, resembling a bald man in his late 40s. Analysis reveals that SCP-569 are sculpted from Sylacauga marble; no further anomalous materials are present.
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SCP-569 will usually congregate into a loose swarm and float aimlessly at a mean height of 10 m. Individuals will randomly shift between several identical expressions, ranging from apparent joy to considerable distress. No pattern or probable cause for these shifts may be found; they are hypothesized to be simply random. In addition, instances of SCP-569 appear to react to temperature variances; temperatures below 4o Centigrade render them inert.
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If an instance of SCP-569 is assaulted by a human, a sudden movement is perceived in its direct field of vision, or a sufficiently sudden loud noise occurs in the immediate vicinity, the affected instances will transform into an aggravated state and attempt to destroy the source of aggression or noise. This transformation involves said instance seemingly dissolving into the shape of a human skull, then launching a colourful material spray in the general direction of its target. This material will rapidly harden into coloured marble, coating the target in a heavy, sharp shell.
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This marble produced from SCP-569 is chemically similar to the normal Sylacauga marble that SCP-569 consist of, but contains simple pigmentation to lend to its various hues. In addition, the coloured portions are fused, solid sheets of marble; no seams, cracks, or similar structural flaws are present after setting. SCP-569 will continue launching this material at its target until the target has been completely covered; material will fuse at the molecular level to the target's surface. At this point, the instance will revert to its calm state and resume aimlessly floating.
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Addendum - Cross Testing: Due to recent developments, proposals regarding cross-experimentation with SCP-2860 have been suspended.
Prior to entering SCP-5696-A, subjects are to be given a button camera fashioned to look like a pin supporting William H. Thompson for the 1931 Chicago Mayoral Election. The camera should be placed on the subject's left lapel after entering SCP-5696-A. During the displacement of SCP-5696-1 into SCP-5696-A, the SCP-5696 testing chamber is to be monitored for their return.
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Description: SCP-5696 is a revolver resembling a Smith and Wesson M&P .38 in both function and design. The weapon bears two engravings: The first being a manufacturer engraving along the cylinder reading "S&W Model EO-11 C.S."1 and the second on one side of the barrel reading "Finish this job, Kill that cheating bastard."[sic]. When SCP-5696 is held in the right hand of a subject and the cylinder is opened using that hand, the subject (henceforth SCP-5696-1) will be displaced into SCP-5696-A.2
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"Finish this job, Kill that cheating bastard."[sic]
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SCP-5696-A refers to an alternate dimension consisting primarily of a nightclub named "The Dying Roses," a building that was once located at ███ Division St., Chicago, which closed in 1956. Displaced subjects will find themselves dressed in formal attire appropriate for the early 1930's regardless of what they were dressed in prior to displacement. This includes a striped suit and matching dress pants, a blue tie, white undershirt, and a striped fedora. All objects on their person will have demanifested until their return, where they will find themselves dressed in their original clothing with the same belongings. Alterations to the subject's physical body made while within SCP-5696-A will remain, however. Note that SCP-5696-1 will displace with $1, $5 and $10 bills in varying amounts, totaling up to $100, in their left inner coat pocket.3 No items can be brought out of or taken into SCP-5696-A with the exception of any object held in SCP-5696-1's left hand during their removal from our dimension. Displacement only occurs with subjects who meet a certain set of physical specifications (see document 5696-M5 for full list); these include particular height and BMI limitations, but do not include race or sex requirements.
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When viewed upon immediate entry, the area surrounding "The Dying Roses" consists of empty space. SCP-5696-A will construct an environment dependent on the needs or requirements of SCP-5696-1. This usually begins with a cityscape of apartment buildings but has also included rival clubs, hospitals, fire stations, and police stations. SCP-5696-A also creates smaller objects as needed, including but not limited to telephone poles, call boxes, and motor vehicles.
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During their shift into SCP-5696-A, the subject will experience a series of semi-predictable events. Events that occur can have varying outcomes or be prevented entirely based on the actions taken by SCP-5696-1 while in SCP-5696-A. In some cases, actions taken have led to notable and/or unusual events occurring (see Addendum 5696-2). None of the events are particularly anomalous, but rather reflect real actions that may have been taken by the involved entities and the consequences thereof.
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The following details the most commonly-recorded series of events.
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00:00 - 1:00: SCP-5696-1 will be ushered to a seat at the bar as they "wait for the rest of their party,"4 although subjects may do as they please. Subjects have been recorded as having ordered food and drinks5, purchasing cigars or cigarettes, interacting with waitstaff and other customers, speaking with and/or paying stage dancers, and in some cases, engaging in hand-to-hand combat.6
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1:01 - 1:45: Five men (SCP-5696-2, -3, -4, -5, -6) will enter the establishment over the course of 45 minutes and mill about the area. They most commonly spend this time sitting next to each other at the bar and ordering various drinks. Each of them will eventually begin to smoke and talk among themselves.
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1:46 - 1:59: SCP-5696-2 through -6 will enter a room at the far end of the establishment that is closed off by a pair of red curtains. SCP-5696-1 will be ushered into the room by a member of the waitstaff and will be introduced to the men as "Mark Kennedy of the C.P.D.7 He's here on behalf of Nitti's gang."8 They will stare at SCP-5696-1 in silence for roughly five seconds before laughing and shaking their hand. SCP-5696-5 will offer SCP-5696-1 a cigarette if they don't already have one, and the member of waitstaff will offer them a drink. SCP-5696-5 will show them to an open seat around a table covered in green felt.
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2:00 - 6:00: SCP-5696-1 through -6 will begin to play Texas Hold 'em using direct monetary bets. From here, similarities become less common and the timeline of events begins to differ due to subject input. Play styles, game outcomes, conversation topics, and general actions influence what occurs.
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Addendum 5696-1: Characteristics of SCP-5696-2 through -6.
+Note: The following information has been gathered through a total of 129 tests and is still in development.
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SCP-5696-2:
+Name: Jack Walker
+Age: 37-40
+Relatives: Single, never married, no children
+Profession: Trumpet Player, "The Jimmy Michaels Brass Band."
+Play Style: Quiet, only makes safe bets.
+Notes: Does not drink as he believes the hangover ruins his performing abilities. Often leaves the table for fresh air. Occasionally performs with "The Dying Roses Jazz Band" when he is having a particularly good night. Displays nervousness when involved in conversations regarding all law-related subjects. Has occasionally claimed to know SCP-5696-1 "from work."
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SCP-5696-3:
+Name: Casey Malkovitch
+Age: 22-23 (Birthday occasionally occurs)
+Relatives: Girlfriend, no children
+Profession: Underground boxing champion
+Play Style: Bluffs often, folds rarely.
+Notes: Overdramatic personality. Has repeatedly made threats to "fight every person in this godforsaken hellhole if I lose this next hand." Attends the University of Chicago but refuses to state his major. Always has a large sum of money on his person.
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SCP-5696-4:
+Name: Roy Jacobsen
+Age: 25-29
+Relatives: Single, never married, no children
+Profession: Unemployed
+Play Style: Unfamiliar with the game, makes large bets apparently at random.
+Notes: Claims to be the son of a millionaire Wall Street broker. Regularly offers to buy drinks for every person at the table, occasionally for the entire population of SCP-5696-A. Often becomes overly-inebriated and has been caught paying dancers and crying to them on more than 35 occasions. Dodges questions regarding personal matters of all forms.
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SCP-5696-5:
+Name: Jake Rose
+Age: 32
+Relatives: Married, one son.
+Play Style: Exceptional bluffing. Rarely makes a net loss.
+Notes: Served as a rifleman in the First World War. Often shares war stories, most commonly a story regarding a grenade shrapnel wound sustained in the upper right thigh. Became an expert at poker while in the trenches. Is business partners with SCP-5696-6 but claims he does not participate in illegal activity. Claims the nightclub is named after "the one time a bullet hit the very top of my helmet and nearly killed me."
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SCP-5696-6:
+Name: Clyde Jackson
+Age: 33
+Relatives: Married, one son, one daughter.
+Play Style: Average, occasionally makes larger bets when on a losing streak.
+Notes: Proprietor of "The Dying Roses." Is involved with the Chicago Outfit and regularly discusses the location's use as a front for cocaine production and sale, despite the Chicago Outfit's distaste for drug use. Served with SCP-5696-5 in the First World War. Usually jovial, even in dark times. Occasionally has his wife visit the establishment and spends considerable amounts of time talking about his family.
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Addendum 5696-2: List of Notable Discrepancies
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Test #: 03
+Time: 1:20
+Event: A female test subject was used. SCP-5696-1 was removed from the building for "impersonating Mr. Kennedy. She even wore his fucking clothes." SCP-5696-A was viewed forming a full cityscape. SCP-5696-1 spent the remainder of the time in the parking lot and wandering through the streets of SCP-5696-A.
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Test #: 24
+Time: 5:00
+Event: SCP-5696-1 repeatedly bet all money on their person.9 SCP-5696-3 punched SCP-5696-1, knocking them unconscious.
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Test #: 27
+Time: 3:25
+Event: Two thieves attempted to rob the nightclub at gunpoint. Every patron and member of the waitstaff drew a firearm on the thieves, including SCP-5696-1. They left peacefully.
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Test #: 39
+Time: 2:05
+Event: SCP-5696-1 immediately shot SCP-5696-6 for losing a hand to him and was immediately fired upon by SCP-5696-5. SCP-5696-1's corpse was transported and dumped into the Chicago River. SCP-5696-1 returned dead with five bullet wounds in the chest and entirely soaked.
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Test #: 52
+Time: 4:45
+Event: SCP-5696-1 requested a "taste test" from SCP-5696-6 during a conversation regarding drug sales. SCP-5696-6 obliged. During the last hour, SCP-5696-6 led SCP-5696-1 around a back room. SCP-5696-1's coat accidentally caught fire, causing him to panic. He ripped the jacket off and threw it into a puddle of spilled alcohol, setting the establishment ablaze. SCP-5696-1 returned with severe 3rd degree burns.
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Test #: 66
+Time: 4:30
+Event: SCP-5696-1 had won each hand played that session. SCP-5696-6 bet the deed to the establishment. SCP-5696-1 played four aces.
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Time: 5:00
+Event: SCP-5696-1 had all patrons and all but two waitstaff members removed from the location, including SCP-5696-2 through -6. SCP-5696-1 spent the night becoming intoxicated among the female performers and engaging in sexual activity. Some patrons began to approach a police call box when they were denied re-entry and were stopped by other patrons.
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Test #: 94
+Time: 1:45
+Event: SCP-5696-3 declared that it was his birthday. No playing occurred and SCP-5696-3 was baked and served a chocolate cake. A portion of the day was spent celebrating his birthday.
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Test #: 105
+Time: 3:35
+Event: In an attempt to make conversation, SCP-5696-1 asked the other players what their favorite television shows were. SCP-5696-1 spent the next hour attempting to explain various products of modern technology to them before SCP-5696-3 called a hospital. SCP-5696-1 spent the remainder of the night in the back of a white Rolls-Royce bearing red crosses, where he was questioned about his sanity.
File Name: TEST_5696-127
+Date: 1/21/2020
+Print Transcription? Y
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Beginning Auto-Transcription..
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[[Skipping to designated event portion. A full transcription may be requested from Dr. Patra, lead researcher for SCP-5696.]]
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4:59SCP-5696-1 has been looking at SCP-5696-5 on and off over the course of the last 10 minutes.
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SCP-5696-5: Okay, what's wrong, kid? Something on my face?
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SCP-5696-1: No, I just can't help but notice that what you lack in beauty, you seem to be making up for in card skills. Try letting us win some hands, you might have more fun.
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SCP-5696-5: Hey, I'm sorry God's been wanting me to have your money! I can't help that.
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SCP-5696-1: Uh huh, yeah, I'm sure that's what's going on.
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5:03SCP-5696-1 folds his current hand, then stands.
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SCP-5696-1: Gents, I'm going to take a piss.
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SCP-5696-1 walks around the left side of the table, despite this being a longer route to the room's exit.
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5:04SCP-5696-1 removes the pin and sets it on the table by SCP-5696-5.
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SCP-5696-1: Hold on to this for me, will ya.
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SCP-5696-5: What, giving up politics, kid? Whatever. Hey while you're in there, do me a favor and go fuck yourself too.
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5:04 - 5:09SCP-5696-1 spends five minutes presumably in the bathroom. Note that SCP-5696-5 is recorded removing cards from his current hand and replacing them with cards from his coat via sleight of hand, twice.
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5:10SCP-5696-1 returns and places the pin over his left breast again. SCP-5696-1 shoots SCP-5696-5 through the sternum before turning the gun on SCP-5696-6.
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SCP-5696-1: You dirty, cheating bastard! He's been swapping cards for the last ten hands. Watch this!
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SCP-5696-1 kneels down over SCP-5696-5, who is alive but bleeding profusely. He removes SCP-5696-5's coat and holds it upside-down, shaking it twice. Cards flutter and fall out of the sleeves and pockets. SCP-5696-2 leaves the room unnoticed.
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SCP-5696-6: Jesus Christ, Jake..
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5:11Shouting comes from outside of the room.
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SCP-5696-2: THE ROSE IS DYING! THIS IS THE CHICAGO POLICE DEPARTMENT, YOU'RE ALL UNDER ARREST!
+Unknown: EAT SHIT AND LEAD, PIG!
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SCP-5696-1 runs for the room's exit and steps through the curtains. Half of the patrons are running for an exit while the other half have begun flipping tables and firing handguns in the direction of the bar, including SCP-5696-2. The waitstaff have taken cover under the bar and are firing into the tables.
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Note that the remaining patrons have removed their jackets, revealing CPD badges on their undershirts.
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SCP-5696-1: Holy Fuck!
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SCP-5696-1 dives behind a table next to another patron.
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Patron: Tough crowd huh, Mr. Kennedy!
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SCP-5696-1: Understatement of the century! Hey, help me get the hell out of here! I'd like to be alive when they interview me!
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5:12Two members of the waitstaff run out of the door to the back room and duck under the bar. They open fire using Remington Model-31 shotguns.
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Patron: Ah, shit, yeah, okay! I'll cover you, get to the back exit!
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The patron gestures behind him.
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SCP-5696-1 readies himself for a moment before sprinting towards the back exit. SCP-5696-1 screams, falls and turns around. SCP-5696-6 stands at the other end of the room, aiming a handgun at SCP-5696-1. The patron aims around the table and shoots SCP-5696-6 through the left eye. A member of waitstaff blasts the patron's hand off with a shotgun round.
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SCP-5696-1 turns his left leg over, revealing a gunshot wound in the upper calf. SCP-5696-1 regains his footing and limps out of the exit, throws off his coat and wraps his leg in his undershirt.
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SCP-5696-1: Fuck…
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5:13-5:15SCP-5696-1 limps down the alleyway towards a police call box, attempting to put his coat back on. SCP-5696-1 opens the box and removes the telephone.
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Operator: Hello, officer. Name and badge number.
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SCP-5696-1: Officer Mark Kennedy, uh, fuck me..
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SCP-5696 fires in SCP-5696-1's right pants pocket, presumably shooting the ground. SCP-5696-1 removes SCP-5696 and turns it over. The engraving on SCP-5696's barrel reads "1017."
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SCP-5696-1: Officer Mark Kennedy, Badge Number 1017! I'm in need of immediate assistance, I've been shot in the back of the leg at The Dying Roses. We may need backup in there. Fucking hell.
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Operator: Understood, putting out an urgent call to other officers in the area. Please wait there.
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The operator hangs up the phone.
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5:15-5:17SCP-5696-1 sits on the ground against the phone post in silence, trying to keep his leg raised.
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5:17A white Model-B Ford arrives and two others drive past. SCP-5696-1 is loaded into the passenger seat by an unseen figure.
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5:17 - 5:59The figure is dressed in the same clothing as SCP-5696-1 and possesses a similar build. The figure smiles weakly, then begins driving. Note that the figure had a bullet wound in his upper-right chest which appeared to puncture the heart, but was not bleeding. SCP-5696-1 turns to look out the window, then removes the pin and holds it against the glass. The vehicle drives past a line of other iterations of The Dying Roses, most of which are identical in nature. The figure chuckles quietly. One of the locations appears to have been burnt down.
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The figure stops in front of what appears to be the Rush University Medical Center. The figure enters the hospital and four members of the medical staff run out to the car with a stretcher five minutes later. SCP-5696-1 is carried out of the car and into the hospital. Medical staff removed the jacket and no relevant video was captured until SCP-5696-1's return into our reality.
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6:00SCP-5696-1 is returned holding the pin and possessing an improperly-cauterized wound. Marker marks made along SCP-5696-1's lower leg imply that SCP-5696-A's medical staff intended to amputate the leg. SCP-5696-1 received proper medical care and made a full recovery.
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Test #: 128
+Time: 0:05
+Event: The engraving on SCP-5696's barrel was not present. The interior of "The Dying Roses" was significantly darkened and contained only one person. A spotlight was aimed at a patron dressed in similar clothing and possessing a similar physique to SCP-5696-1, who was sitting at the bar. The figure possessed a CPD badge which he wore openly on his suit. He smiled weakly at SCP-5696-1 and offered them a shot glass filled with scotch. SCP-5696-1 noted that the area felt abnormally cold, but was warmer in the light. The subject and the figure held a toast, then sat in silence for 10-15 seconds. The figure stood, removed his badge and firearm and placed them on the counter, then turned to leave. He stopped at the door, turned to face SCP-5696-1, thanked them, then left the establishment. The subject spent the remainder of the time in the empty building.
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Test #: 129
+Time: 0:00
+Event: SCP-5696 did not displace the subject. The engraving on the side of the barrel read "Mark Kennedy, 1901-2020."
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5934 is to be kept in a sealed storage container.
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Description: SCP-5934 superficially resembles a 20th century adding machine. However, 26 keys have been replaced with human teeth, into which the Latin alphabet has been carved. No commercial brand or other identifying information is present on the device. Inspection of the auxiliary keys suggests that they come from multiple hosts. SCP-5934 possesses an anomalous ability to answer abstract, non-numerical queries. One civilian reported experiencing a weak, memetic effect in the presence of SCP-5934. (See recovery log.)
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Recovery Log: SCP-5934 was brought to the attention of the Foundation when Harold Grimaldi, a graduate student at the Niels Bohr Institute in Copenhagen, Denmark, mentioned the device in a post on the ████████ Reddit forum. Grimaldi was detained by Foundation agents under the pretense of a police investigation into the trafficking of human remains and the post involving it was deleted. Following a brief interview (attached), SCP-5934 was seized from the location given by Grimaldi, who was subsequently amnesticized and released.
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Interviewed: Harold Grimaldi, Doctoral Candidate, Niels Bohr Institute
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Interviewer: Foundation Agent William Pedersen
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<Begin Log>
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Pedersen: Godmorgen, Hr. Grimaldi.
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Grimaldi: Can we do this in English, please?
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Pedersen: If you wish. That accent is American, yes?
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Grimaldi: Something tells me you already know it is. Where's my lawyer?
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Pedersen: Procedure dictates we identify the source of any human remains we discover, including teeth.
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Grimaldi: Wait, those were real?
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Pedersen: That's what they're telling me.
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Grimaldi: Jesus!
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Pedersen: It's in your best interest to just give us the information we need. I've prepared a statement of immunity to any trafficking charges if you cooperate.
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[Grimaldi hesitates.]
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Grimaldi: I guess, can I have that statement?
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[Pedersen provides a fabricated immunity statement, which Grimaldi signs.]
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Grimaldi: So what do you want to know?
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Pedersen: Where did you find the adding machine?
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Grimaldi: There's an old room, number ███, that's always about to be renovated- has been since the 40's, according to the tour guides. It's full of old junk, but the adding machine stuck out to me.
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Pedersen: Because of the teeth?
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Grimaldi: It actually made me feel uneasy before I realized what they were.
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+Pedersen: What do you mean?
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Grimaldi: I was anxious. I suddenly wanted to go back to America.
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Pedersen: You mean you were homesick?
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Grimaldi: Not exactly. More like- like it wasn't safe to be here.
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Pedersen: Here as in…?
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Grimaldi: Denmark. Europe in general, really. No offense.
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Pedersen: None taken.
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<End Log>
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A search of the discovery site, room ███, yielded a length of paper tape matching that of SCP-5934. The tape contained a message recorded in blood. A transcription of the message is attached.
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I write to the present statesmen of Europe who would work to repress the human mind.1 I write on behalf of the physicist who has fled from you, has capitulated and lied for you, has been jailed or killed by you. The damage you have done to a golden age of physics is incalculable. Here is the object of your desire. Use it, and know a world without quantum mechanics.
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Selected Testing: SCP-5934 was operated by D-class 57036 under the instruction of Senior Researcher Alexis Straum.
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Researcher Notes
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T-4/5/21-A
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"2+2="
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"4"
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T-4/5/21-F
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"What ground-state energy does the Bohr model predict for the hydrogen atom?"
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"-2.179e-18 J"
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D-57036 reports having no knowledge of the Bohr model, but this result is correct. The Bohr model involves quantized energy levels- Significance of the discovered letter remains unclear.
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T-4/5/21-G
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"What mechanism does nitrogenase use to perform ambient nitrogen fixation in bacteria?"2
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"It doesn't."
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This is the first confirmed instance of the device giving an incorrect response.
fig 1.1. Still frame from SCP-5994, Configuration 2A, Monitor 2, View 3 at 22:38:32.
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5994, along with the building in which it resides, has been purchased from GoI-952 ("Olney Ironworks")1. No further containment measures are deemed necessary.
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On the order of Director Drummond, the original legacy systems are to be reinstalled and remain in place indefinitely.
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Description: SCP-5994 is the surveillance room of the former Olney Ironworks Southeast Houston manufacturing center. Prior to Incident G952-AE-Tennenbacher, SCP-5994 displayed no anomalous properties.
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Surveillance equipment inside SCP-5994 plays a continuous 3 hour and 36 minute loop of the events of Incident G952-AE-Tennenbacher, an anomalous event that took place on 25/10/1997 between the hours of 20:24 and midnight resulting in the decommissioning of the mill. This includes all systems installed following the Incident, allowing for perspectives impossible through the original hardware.
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While playbacks of SCP-5994 remain largely consistent, divergences have been recorded, and can be forced through the installation of conspicuous secondary components within existing equipment. Despite this, the full scope of Incident G952-AE-Tennenbacher has yet to be prevented on-record.
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Subjects depicted in SCP-5994's playbacks correspond to employees present at the time of the event. The Foundation has been unable to locate these subjects for questioningSee Interview transcripts.
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HISTORY
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SCP-5994 was discovered on 26/10/1997, when GoI-952 contacted S.C. Public2 for assistance in containing SCP-5994-1. 6 minutes prior to the arrival of Mobile Task Force Omega-19 ("Double Feature"), however, S.C. Public was informed by Olney administration that the incident had been dealt with, and that further help was unnecessary.
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Post-incident analysis was impeded by GoI-952, as expected. Interrogation of Incident G952-AE-Tennenbacher's confirmed survivors3 proved fruitless, with both citing company policy as proof that the incident was an extensive hallucination. Furthermore, the entirety of the factory floor had been sprayed with the BLACK FLY compound, hindering the collection of forensic evidence.
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Foundation personnel discovered SCP-5994 during a routine audit of surveillance footage. Following its discovery, Site-56 Command negotiated the sale of the Southeast Houston Manufacturing Center to Foundation holdings.
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Containment was established on 06/11/1997.
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PLAYBACK LOG (CONTROL)
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The following is a rough summary of Incident G952-AE-Tennenbacher, based on the hardware configuration originally present within the manufacturing center. Researchers with OlI/5994 or greater clearance may access the associated video logs.
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The recordings begin at [20:24:36], with little deviation from the events typical of the factory's operation, with two exceptions:
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A man (Identified as Joan Lopez, a worker reported as missing following the Incident) manning a casting station drops what looks to be a necklace or circular chain into a mold full of molten metal. The man reacts with either frustration or apprehension, before leaving to confront his manager (Identified as Joan Sanchez, also missing).4
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Another man (Identified as Raymond Navarro, also missing) inside of a break room immediately answers his cell phone. The call appears to last around six minutes, during which time Navarro nods, pacing around the break room. Audio capture suggests the call pertains to a transport of baking soda to the Northwest Portland Manufacturing Center.
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The first anomalous event occurs when a trapdoor in the vehicle bay5 is jostled by an unseen figure at [20:27:18]. For the next ten minutes, several employees react to a faint rustling from various machinery and ventilation shafts.
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At [20:38:27], Mr. Lopez suddenly stops to look at an industrial furnace, from which emerges an unharmed domestic pig. Mr. Lopez appears confused, before returning to speak to his manager. In the time taken to reach Mr. Sanchez, two more pigs emerge from the same furnace.
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More pigs emerge from various ventilation shafts, trapdoors, and damaged machine parts throughout the manufacturing center. By [20:47:27], around 46 pigs have emerged.
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At [20:50:21], Mr. Sanchez calls all employees present within the manufacturing center into an impromptu meeting in order to discuss the incident. An argument between Mr. Sanchez and a security officer (Identified as Sái Minh Ân, a survivor of Incident G952-AE-Tennenbacher) occurs, leading to the officer's subsequent firing and removal from the premises.
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At [21:02:59], several pigs on the factory floor are visibly startled, fleeing from the furnaces.
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Mr. Sanchez phones his superior at [21:10:46], reporting "another goddamn pig bloom". This call lasts ten minutes, and consists primarily of Mr. Sanchez nodding and affirming his superior's requests.
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At [21:28:19], all outdoor surveillance feed cuts out. Additionally, overhead lighting throughout the factory is cut off for approximately 19 seconds, before turning back on. A large, superficially porcine figure (designated SCP-5994-1) can be seen mid-emergence from a blast furnace.
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Mr. Sanchez's meeting is dismissed at [21:58:04], after which employees are redirected back to their stations. SCP-5994-1 is encountered a minute later.
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The contents of remaining footage are difficult to parse. It is observed, however, that employees have entered a state of intense panic. Several attempt to flee the premises, despite the activation of Olney-installed locking mechanisms. Remaining employees attempt to shut down active machinery, a task hindered by SCP-5994-1 and a panicking herd of swine.
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At [23:57:00], a white flash, originating from the central blast furnace, overtakes all surveillance equipment on the premises. Footage remains obscured for 3 minutes, before looping back to the beginning.
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ADDENDUM 5994-012: EXPERIMENTATION AND INTERVIEW
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Raymond Navarro, c. 1996.
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For the purposes of this document, SCP-5994 as depicted by SCP-5994 has been designated SCP-5994`.
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On 04/08/2003, Dr. James Carvallo6 submitted a grant request for experimentation, in the hopes of facilitating communication with subjects depicted by SCP-5994. Dr. Carvallo cited Mr. Lopez and Mr. Sanchez's reactions to the installation of audio capture as evidence of potential two-way communication. His request was approved following an extensive budgeting audit, on the condition the SCP-5994 containment team investigate the events of Incident G952-AE-Tennenbacher.
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In hopes of facilitating interviews, SCP-5994 was fitted with a rudimentary form of two-way audio through the installation of a camera-fitted intercom, as well as the installation of a conspicuous audio-capture device.
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Initial attempts to coax subjects into SCP-5994` via direct appeal were unsuccessful, with a majority of subjects electing to report the offending equipment to Mr. Sanchez for subsequent dismantlement. Furthermore, the promise of assistance against SCP-5994-1 was ignored even after its discovery. Having failed to convince the subjects directly, the SCP-5994 research team experimented with a variety of alternate methods.
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Interviews conducted with Olney's Human Resources departments revealed that Mr. Navarro had been reprimanded in November of 1996 following a series of attempts to personally investigate an unrelated anomaly. In light of this, the SCP-5994 research team installed several devices intended to mimic minor anomalous phenomena, positioning them in a rough path between Mr. Navarro's starting position and SCP-5994`.
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On 08/10/2003, researchers successfully coaxed the virtual Mr. Navarro (Designated SCP-5994-A) into SCP-5994`.
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INTERVIEW-5994-A
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DATE: 08/10/2003
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SUBJECT: SCP-5994-A
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[BEGIN LOG]
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SCP-5994-A enters SCP-5994`, gently locking the door behind it. With a sigh, it takes stock of the equipment.
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SCP-5994-A: (In Spanish) Man, this place is going to Hell.
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Researcher Hartley: Hello, Mr. Navarro.
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SCP-5994-A swears, falling back into a desk and wincing in pain.
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Researcher Hartley: Apologies. I'm with S.C. Public. On behalf of your employer, I will be conducting an open-ended survey into the Southeast Houston Manufacturing Center's operation.
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SCP-5994-A: Oh, Jesus fucking- (In English) Do y'all gotta call from the intercom?
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Researcher Hartley: Yes.
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SCP-5994-A climbs back up to a standing position, nursing an apparent hip injury.
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SCP-5994-A: Alright, good an answer I'll ever get.
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Researcher Hartley: Right, let's begin. So, in the past week, have you noticed anything strange in regards to the operations of the Manufacturing Center?
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SCP-5994-A: You're gonna have to define "strange".
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Researcher Hartley: That's alright. Have you witnessed, heard, or been made to engage in anything you would consider either statistically improbable or physically impossible, based on your understanding of the laws of physics, chemistry, and sociology?
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SCP-5994-A glances around SCP-5994` before turning back to face the intercom.
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SCP-5994-A: If you mean just in the past week, no, it's business as usual. But (SCP-5994-A lowers its voice) look, there's some things y'all never understand, right? I… there's words for it, they're not coming to tongue.
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Researcher Hartley: That's alright. Just try your best.
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SCP-5994-A: No, no, it's not… it's something you see for yourself. The machines… stretch? It's constant, and you get used to it, but… I think my brain might be fried, sorry.
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Researcher Hartley: Don't worry, that's sufficient. Now, for the next part of the survey, I'll need you to stare at the bottom monitor, second from the right, for… around five minutes should suffice.
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SCP-5994-A: Mm, got it.
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Sighing, SCP-5994-A folds its arms before turning to face the specified monitor. SCP-5994-A remains silent until [20:38:37], whereupon it sighs in apparent frustration.
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SCP-5994-A: Is that it?
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Researcher Hartley: You still have about two more-
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SCP-5994-A: No, the thing. The pig.
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Researcher Hartley: I assume this isn't a normal occurrence.
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SCP-5994-A: I don't get interviewed over the intercom ain't a normal occurrence. The pigs out the kiln are flying for all I care. And… how did you know?
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Researcher Hartley: Don't worry about that. For the record, was there-
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SCP-5994-A: I'm sorry, I'm stuck on the fact a pig came outta that there kiln, and this time y'all knew. Heaven's sake, what are y'all pulling here? I just wanna cast steel and y'all are out here putting pigs in the works? Jesus, man.
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Researcher Hartley: We'd prefer if you focused on the interview.
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SCP-5994-A: Seriously? I… fine, fine.
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Researcher Hartley: Thank you.
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Two more minutes pass.
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Researcher Hartley: Now, to your knowledge, has anything happened in the past… three months that may explain what you've just witnessed?
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SCP-5994-A: No? I'm still not-
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SCP-5994-A cuts itself off, leaning closer to the monitor.
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SCP-5994-A: Son of a bitch.
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Researcher Hartley: Mr. Navarro?
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SCP-5994-A: What are y'all trying to pull here? First it's in the garage, now the kilns? If management knows this sh-this stuff's going on again, it's our heads on the line, you understand. One pig's bad enough, and y'all are out here trying to top pigs with pigs.
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Researcher Hartley: Then this has happened before?
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SCP-5994-A remains silent for several seconds.
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Researcher Hartley: Mr. Navarro?
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SCP-5994-A: Yeah, that's enough for today.
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Despite protests from Researcher Hartley, SCP-5994-A exits SCP-5994`.
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[END LOG]
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CLOSING NOTES: Following the failure of three subsequent attempts to interview SCP-5994-A, experimentation was suspended.
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ADDENDUM 5994-013: INTERVIEW
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On 29/04/2005, the annual full-capacity activation of the Foundation PANOPTICON surveillance network was conducted. During this time, PANOPTICON's attendant Artificial Intelligence Construct7 flagged footage of a man entering a hardware store in Arlington, Texas. A review by the office of O5-10 determined the man to be Mr. Raymond Navarro, previously reported as missing following Incident G952-AE-Tennenbacher.
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With assistance from the Texas Government, Mr. Navarro was tracked to the village of Solicruz, Texas, 28 miles from Arlington, where he was employed as a welder to a non-anomalous business. Agent Taft made contact with Mr. Navarro under the cover of S.C. Public.
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INTERVIEW-5994-B
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DATE: 14/05/2005
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SUBJECT: Mr. Raymond Navarro
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Agent Taft: It's a pleasure to speak with you, Mr. Navarro.
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Navarro: Ain't no problem, chief. Most people call it a chore. (Subject chuckles)
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Agent Taft: As long as we stay on topic, you're fine. Now, according to our records, you were an employee at an Olney steel mill, correct?
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Navarro: (Brief pause) Yeah, yeah.
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Both remain silent for 9 seconds.
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Agent Taft: Not too keen on them?
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Navarro: No, I… well, no, I wasn't. Excuse me, I was just… thinking. They called themselves, or I guess that division, "Olney Ironworks". It was a steel mill, chief. We made iron, sure, but we turned it into steel quick as we could.
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Agent Taft: It is somewhat odd, I suppose. I imagine the actual work wasn't much more organized.
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Navarro: Not at all, chief. They had this thing, in addition to the work we were doing, where one of us had to take the odd job. Most of it wasn't hard, no, but it was mostly weird. Make sure nothing comes out of the bronze kilns, keep a door closed for a few hours, things like that.
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Agent Taft: Huh.
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Navarro: Fresh out of trade school, it felt normal. My current job does that too, but usually there's a spill on the floor that needs a mopping. Not… three hours taking inventory on a single toolbox.
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Agent Taft: What purpose do you think it served?
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Navarro: Chief, that steel mill's got a mind of its own. If you're not looking, you're not seeing everything that could go wrong. Of course, good luck getting Olney to admit to it. Most of the guys who put in too many complaints to management got fired.
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Agent Taft: Interesting. Well, S.C. Public's interested in a particular incident that took place on the night of October 25th, 1997. According to our records, you were present for the incident in question.
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Navarro: Incident?
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Agent Taft: The incident that resulted in the mill's closure.
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Navarro: I was there for that? Man, my memory's not what it used to be.
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Agent Taft: That's quite alright.
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Agent Taft retrieves a printout of fig. 1.1 from his satchel.
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Agent Taft: Do you recognize this?
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Navarro: Is that a pig?
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Agent Taft: Again, do you recognize this?
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Navarro: No? Is this supposed to be some kind of art piece?
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Agent Taft: Very well. Let's try this: think back to your last day on the job. What can you recall?
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Mr. Navarro remains silent for 18 seconds.
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Navarro: Ah hell. It's coming up blank, chief. That had to be a decade ago, right?
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Agent Taft: Don't worry about that. Now, this may sound odd, but do you remember seeing, say, a domestic pig on-location?
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Navarro: So it's a pig?
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Agent Taft: Just focus on the question for now.
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Navarro: If you're trying to fuck with me, chief, you're doing a great job. I don't remember seeing pigs, hearing pigs, anything to do with a pig that wasn't already cooked. You wanna look into Olney, fine by me, but Olney looks back.
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Both remain silent for 21 seconds.
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Agent Taft: … thank you for your time, Mr. Navarro. That should be all for now.
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[END LOG]
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CLOSING NOTES: Mr. Navarro is to be monitored for further abnormalities.
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SCP-5994-A is unwilling to talk of what it knows, and Mr. Navarro is willing to talk yet can't remember. If we've any hope of understanding Incident G952-AE-Tennenbacher, one of them needs to budge. - Director Carvallo
SCP-5994-A enters SCP-5994`, gently locking the door behind it. With a sigh, it takes stock of the equipment.
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SCP-5994-A: (In Spanish) Man, this place is going to Hell.
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Researcher Hartley: Mr. Navarro?
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SCP-5994-A swears, falling back into a desk and wincing in pain.
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Researcher Hartley: Apologies. I'm with S.C. Public, and-
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SCP-5994-A yells in apparent frustration, turning to leave SCP-5994`.
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Navarro: Hey, chief. Do I sound familiar?
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SCP-5994-A stops, turning to face the intercom.
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SCP-5994-A: … is that me?
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Navarro: Eight years later. You down to talk this through?
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SCP-5994-A: What the hell am I doing on an intercom, son?
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Navarro: Right now you're coming through on headphones, but I ain't sure. Mister Blackwell here's trying to work this out. Believe me, chief, I didn't believe it until I heard it.
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SCP-5994-A: … oh, fine. Better than graveyard work.
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Researcher Hartley: I'm surprised. The two of you are taking this rather well.
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SCP-5994-A: Son, this is not the worst the Ironworks'll throw atcha. Ain't even second place.
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Researcher Hartley: Interesting. Let's save that for later. Now, for the next part of this exercise, I'll need you to stare at the bottom monitor, second from the right, for… around five minutes should suffice.
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Navarro: Me or him?
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Researcher Hartley: Both of you, if that's alright.
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SCP-5994-A: Mm, got it.
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Navarro: Loud and clear, chief.
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Sighing, SCP-5994-A folds its arms before turning to face the specified monitor. Mr. Navarro follows shortly after; both remain silent until [20:38:37], whereupon SCP-5994-A sighs in apparent frustration.
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Navarro:That's what you meant, huh?
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SCP-5994-A: Wait, y'all know what's going on?
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Navarro: Somewhat? It's eight years later, chief.
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SCP-5994-A: Fuck me gently. How's the wife doing?
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Navarro: Yeah, you're gonna want to file those divorce papers soon as possible. Longer that goes on, messier it's gonna get.
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Researcher Hartley furrows his brow and nods, turning back to his laptop.
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Researcher Hartley: Back on topic. Past Mr. Navarro, Future Mr. Navarro tells me you've seen this before.
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SCP-5994-A: The pig? Yeah, there was one in the… was the garage, I think. Couldn't have been more than three months back.
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Navarro: The garage. Oh man, that place had to be cursed by a witch or something. You remember when they had us saturate it with BLACK FLY? Administration had to cut with S.C. just to get the equipment.
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SCP-5994-A:Man, I envy you. Where're you shacked up in all of this?
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Navarro: Solicruz, chief. I don't miss the traffic.
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Researcher Hartley: Again, let's stay on topic. Now…
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Researcher Hartley trails off.
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Researcher Hartley: Son of a bitch.
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Navarro: You alright, chief?
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Researcher Hartley: Nevermind, it's nothing. So, back to the questions. Now, Past Mr. Navarro, think back when you saw the pig. Did you tell anyone about what you saw? Management, perhaps?
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SCP-5994-A: I mean no offense, son, but have y'all seen what they do to the guys who report stuff?
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Researcher Hartley: Fair point, I have not. What about your wife. Sofia, right?
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Navarro: With all due respect, chief, I don't know what my ex's gotta do with this.
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Researcher Hartley: Answer the question, please.
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SCP-5994-A: Him or me?
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Researcher Hartley: It doesn't matter. Just tell me if you told Sofia about the incident.
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SCP-5994-A: Man, it's not like Sofie's gonna believe me. Can't imagine I would've.
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Researcher Hartley: Interesting. And you, Future Mr. Navarro?
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Navarro: … think I told her once or twice about the happenings. Might not have.
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Researcher Hartley: Interesting. One last question: are the two of you aware that Mr. Raymond Navarro was never married?
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All remain silent for 38 seconds. Researcher Hartley begins typing.
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Researcher Hartley: I expected this from the recording, sure, but you, Mr. Navarro, you've always been talkative. Though I suppose, given that you are not Mr. Navarro, you had ulterior motives in cooperating with S.C. Public. Not that it matters, I've alerted security and there's a single way out of here.
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Researcher Hartley: Do you have anything to say for yourselves?
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All remain silent for 17 seconds.
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Researcher Hartley: Pathetic. Now-
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Researcher Hartley attempts to put a hand on Mr. Navarro's shoulder, only to knock over the free-standing sculpture of crudely-stitched pork that occupies its former space. After 5 seconds of silence, Researcher Hartley swears, turning back to the video feed.
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SCP-5994-A is gone. In its place is a similar sculpture to the one presently spilled across SCP-5994's floor.
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Researcher Hartley remains silent for several seconds, before standing up to stretch.
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Researcher Hartley: Man, this place is going to Hell.
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Unknown: Hello, Mr. Hartley.
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Researcher Hartley swears, falling back into a desk and wincing in pain.
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Unknown: Apologies. I'm with [INDECIPHERABLE]. On behalf of your employer, I will be conducting an open-ended survey into the SCP-5994 project's operation.
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Researcher Hartley climbs back up to a standing position, nursing an apparent hip injury.
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Researcher Hartley: Oh Jesus fucking-
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Researcher Hartley cuts himself off mid-sentence.
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Unknown: Let's begin. So, in the past week, have you noticed anything strange in regards to the SCP-5994 project?
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Both remain silent for 9 seconds. Researcher Hartley does not move.
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Unknown: Mr. Hartley?
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Researcher Hartley screams.
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Unknown: Mr. Hartley?
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Still screaming, Researcher Hartley turns from the intercom and absconds from SCP-5994.
Special Containment Procedures:Post-NOT protocol dictates the isolation of Foundation personnel in surviving facilities. The following containment procedures are for MTF Agents, Field Agents, Field Researchers, and other personnel whose assignments cannot be completed without exploration into the greater United States.
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SCP-6163 instances are to be avoided at all costs in order to facilitate the preservation of sapient Foundation personnel. As such, standard exploration equipment packs have been outfitted with long-range thermal detection ocular apparatus in order to identify anomalous levels of heat outdoors, and industrial-grade earplugs. Should an SCP-6163 instance be discovered, and no alternate routes are available for egress, Foundation personnel are to approach the instance and attempt to maneuver beyond it. A distance greater than two meters is considered safe.
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As SCP-6163 instances are either unable or unwilling to pursue and consume more than one target at once, the practice of survivalist sacrifice for the sake of the mission or able-bodied team members has been sanctioned by the Ethics Committee.
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Description: SCP-6163 are sentient, predatory oganisms resembling stalagmites comprised of transparent ice. SCP-6163 instances are capable of locomotion, and they appear in areas frequently traveled such as roads, the outskirts of settlements, and certain forest paths, negating the necessity for long-term locomotion. Should prey become scarce for the SCP-6163 instances, they will "hop" in one direction until sufficient sustenance can be located.
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On the interior of SCP-6163, the partial remains of previously consumed prey organisms can be found. Based on corresponding bone recognition software, SCP-6163 feeds indiscriminately. Contents of SCP-6163 instances' interior have so far included; broken tree bark, heavily oxidized iron chain links connected to a pair of handcuffs, torn burlap sacs, rubber, coal, and human remains.
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SCP-6163 instances typically collect in groups of thirty or greater. The groups tend to be in a circular pattern when formed, with smaller instances typically positioned toward the center of the collection, and the largest instances occupying the perimeter. Parazoological studies have discerned the average pattern of attack for SCP-6163 instances, which has been detailed below.
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The instances are capable of emitting a mixed series of high and low-frequency cries that produced a mild hallucinatory effect in their prey. While audible, the hallucinations serve to distort the prey's perception and guide it toward the center of the collection. The hallucinations also hinder the prey's ability to be audible to others. SCP-6163 instances have been observed using these cries to mimic sounds heard by both organic organisms and inorganic objects, such as bullets being fired, human voices, and the sound of functional machinery.
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Discovery: SCP-6163 was discovered on the perimeter of what was formerly Lake Michigan by two Mekhanite exploration scouts. The following footage was recovered from an ocular implant acquired by the Foundation exploration experts tailing them.
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Footage begins, showing the Tundra from the perspective of Hector DeMarco1 It is overcast and the position of the sun suggests it is around noon. DeMarco makes eye contact with his companion, Ines King, as they cross a frozen lake. Ahead of them is a forest comprised of frozen birch trees. DeMarco notices footsteps and grooves that suggest a chain or rope being dragged on the lake's surface and points in the direction of the forest.
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DeMarco: Think she went that way.
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King: I wonder if she's still alive.
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DeMarco: Doubt it.
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King punches DeMarco. When he looks at her, King's mouth is agape.
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King: Hector!
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DeMarco: (He shrugs.) Ask stupid questions, get stupid answers. What's Uchis going to do, kill us? He knows how valuable we are.
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King: She's a faery. She's higher up in the food chain than us. Why else do you think he keeps her cooped up in the Spire damn near all day?
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DeMarco: You don't seriously believe that, do you?
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King: Just cause you haven't seen her do magic doesn't mean she can't. Besides, I like her. Even since we brought her and that older one to Lord Uchis, he's seemed less… cruel? Malignant? Tyrannical?
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DeMarco: Whatever. Look.
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The pair approach the shore and DeMarco points out a trail of blood leading further into the forest. There is an SCP-6163 instance present in his peripherals, although DeMarco does not appear to notice this instance immediately. On the ground are the remains of cast iron handcuffs connected to an iron chain that has been crudely dismantled. It is evident by the indentations on a nearby stone that the handcuffs were either bludgeoned or cut. DeMarco notices footsteps continuing further into the forest. The SCP-6163 instance in his peripherals locomotes a short distance.
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DeMarco: Shit.
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King: Told you.
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DeMarco: No not— did you hear something?
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King: Yeah, maaaagic faery noises. Oooogabooga!
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DeMarco: Shut up, Ines, seriously.
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King: I "seriously" didn't hear anything. Other than you whining that is.
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Silence
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King: Well? Mister "Best tracker in the 'Hub"? Get to it!
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DeMarco: I've never said that.
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King: You're a damn liar.
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They proceed into the forest following the footsteps. As they enter more densely populated sections of the forest, more SCP-6163 instances can be seen moving in DeMarco's peripheral vision. The exact height of these organisms cannot be surmised from this footage, as DeMarco primarily remains focused on following the trail left behind by his target, although the instances are approximately as tall as the trees. DeMarco's attention shifts frequently to the left and right as they continue. However, upon direct focus on the area where the instance was seen, only more trees are present.
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DeMarco: Okay, you're seeing this too right?
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King: I'm telling you, Hector. She's magic.
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DeMarco: Knock it off.
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King: Fine. I'll go look over here. (She whispers.) Spoilsport.
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DeMarco: No, don't— ugh.
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As the trail concludes, King begins walking to the right and quickly passes out of view. DeMarco can be heard breathing heavily, suggesting a mild panicked response. He is able to regain his composure however and continues to walk forward as his view pans across the environment. Several SCP-6163 instances can be seen using the trees as cover. They are smaller than the ones on the forest's perimeter, but still considerably taller than DeMarco himself. These smaller instances "hop" toward DeMarco slowly, appearing to regard him with caution or curiosity.
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DeMarco: Gah!
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DeMarco backs away abruptly. The sound of wood snapping becomes audible, startling DeMarco. The frequency of his breath suggests a mild panicked response.
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DeMarco: Ines!
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DeMarco increases his pace, now a brisk walk as opposed to the more relaxed gait he previously exhibited. He looks at the ground, presumably in an attempt to relocate the footprints he had been following. For several seconds, he is unsuccessful although after tripping over a rock with shattered chain links nearby, he is successful. DeMarco reorients himself so that he is standing and he surveys the scene.
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He stutters incoherently for several seconds. Despite being on the perimeter of the forest with a clear view of the frozen lake, DeMarco appears obviously confused.
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DeMarco: Where… Ines!
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DeMarco retreats further into the forest, now at a sprint. In his peripheral vision, several of the smaller SCP-6163 instances can be observed pursuing him. They do not engage, however, and instead "hop" parallel to DeMarco as he continues to run. An SCP-6163 instance emerges from its cover behind a tree to obscure DeMarco's path, startling him. He falls backward onto his posterior and looks up at the SCP-6163 instance.
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The organism is transparent, as expected. Within its interior, several oxidized cybernetic components can be seen, as well as the bones of many unidentified species of mammals. Two human arms, encased in ice at the elbow are visible. Directly behind them, further into the SCP-6163 instance, the severed head of Ines King can be seen. The skin appears heavily necrotized and bloated, suggesting prolonged exposure to water.
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DeMarco: (Heavy panting.)
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DeMarco rises and attempts to flee, however another SCP-6163 instance "hops" perpendicularly to him at eye level. The instance is unsuccessful at impaling his head, although it manages to dislodge one of his ocular implants. Judging by the volume of the ensuing screams, DeMarco is experiencing considerable amounts of physical trauma. Despite this, however, DeMarco successfully recovers his optic implant before it can be consumed by the SCP-6163 instance.
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More instances converge of DeMarco as he continues to sprint. His attention shifts from his left to his right more frequently now. At this point in the recording, DeMarco's perspective is divided between the optic implant inside of his closed fist and his baseline perspective.
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There is a loud crashing sound, followed shortly by DeMarco screaming. The remaining optic nerve is immediately shut off-line by an unknown force, as the impact originated in DeMarco's blindspot. The free optic implant in his hand is propelled skyward from the impact of a second unknown force and does not land until it reaches the perimeter of the frozen lake. The remainder of the footage is of the forest. Movement can be observed, presumably the SCP-6163 instance. Nothing notable occurs until the optic implant is acquired by Foundation exploration experts.
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Upon review of the recovered footage, it was deemed appropriate for the Foundation to interact with Settlement 007, Her2 Umbilical Belt. An envoy was sent with information pertaining to the discovered footage and SCP object that now occupied the borders of both the Foundation and Settlement 007, as well as the recovered optic implant after the data was copied to Foundation databases. The envoy returned with a journal, presumed written by the faery located in the previous footage, and a letter written by Uchis Jax, the known leader of Settlement 007;
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Scientists,
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I am troubled by the news you have brought me. Deeply troubled, mind you. I was of a mind that your people targeted my people for more of your twisted experiments or perhaps to extract Pygnite from their cybernetics. In truth, I was prepared to slaughter you all over this transgression, but I am glad to see that I no longer need to expend the resources to do so. Isn't that hilarious?
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As you're likely aware, one of those magnificent creatures is hiding out in that little forest between us. Clearly, my people are ill-prepared to venture there, but perhaps you lot can devise a way to traverse the grounds safely and recover my treasure? Or, if you can't do it safely, perhaps you'll consider throwing men at the… let's call them Elsas… until you recover what was lost.
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Of course, you don't need to do this. I'd never force your compliance. But I think we both know what's at stake here if that creature isn't back in my possession by the next snowfall. Consider this a formal request, friends. Perhaps this journal could be of use to you?
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Best regards,
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Lord Uchis
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P.S. I shouldn't need to remind you; this is a private operation. If I find that you've let Saint Hedwig know that I'm harboring a fae, it will be your heads. And mine.
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The following journal was delivered from Settlement 007 to Site-83 by the Foundation envoy.
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"You're safe here." Liar.
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The cyborgs let me keep my journal, the only kindness they've afforded me in this forsaken place. I suppose I should be more grateful. I'm sorry, Father.
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What can I even write about anymore? The well is gone, our magic— gone. I hear the way they say our names when they don't think I can hear them. All their anger, their hatred. It hurts me when they say it, even if I'm not around them. What did I ever do to deserve this, Father?
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I miss you.
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I was branded today. If I had a camera, I would have taken a picture to show you, so I've drawn it. It hurt, not just because the iron was hot but because they used iron. I'm not cattle. They cannot treat me like this.
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The big one, Youchiss Uchis I think is what his name was, greeted me today. Told me that I'd be starting work in the morning, up in the Spire. It's this gigantic machine, like the one we saw in the Whisperwood, but this one was working! It had a hatch at the bottom big enough to fit ten people, shoulder to shoulder, at the heat! If you could see the steam billowing out of the top of it… It was like you were telling me about the Night of Tears. There were screams too, but… none that I recognized. No fae.
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I suspect Youchiss Uchis resides near the top of this massive structure.
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Youchiss Uchis tells me that he expects good work, else I'll be harvested. He also warned me that using the Word was forbidden here. Something about scaring his people or… something. Do they not know?
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Wish me safe passage, Father.
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I can't write. Uchis held my hand to his face today like you would do a baby's. Apparently, I was "exuding" warmth he hadn't known in a long time. He practically runs the 'Hub from the Spire, and the place is absent of all the harsh cold of the outside. I don't know what he's talking about.
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I accidentally cut my hand on a shard of metal while serving him lunch today, and his personal guard (Siegmund or something), escorted me to the medical facility. They instructed me to remain silent. As if I had anyone to talk to anyway.
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The medical facility was gorgeous, and I was being treated with snow cones and iced wine. A godsend, I haven't been served since I was a lass. They even removed my shackles and treated the wounds with ointment. I could live here forever!
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I met a man during my stay here, I think he said his name was Malik? You'd have liked him, I think. He's got strong, meaty hands that do wonders mending broken bones and healing sore muscles. He's a giant, almost as tall as the Foresaken but less hairy and homicidal. He's the only kind voice I've known in this place. I should hope I don't see him too often, because either he would become a slave like me, or I'd have to endure more injuries.
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We spoke for a while as he tended my wounds and sutured my hand. I told him of you, Father, and of the Night of Tears. If I hadn't had the extra company, I might have told him of the Word. He's been in the 'Hub since his grandfather was a child, and it's all he's ever known. I think he enjoyed my stories of the world beyond these walls. At least, it seemed like he did. We spoke of the Whispering Woods to the east of here. If fate permits, perhaps I can take him there one day.
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Siegmund brought me back into the Spire before my hand could heal. If you were here, I would recover much faster. I miss you.
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This place is massive, far bigger than our village in the mountains. I asked Uchis how many people called the 'Hub home, and he told me that there were at least ten thousand bodies here. I've seen them milling in the streets below when I get the chance to serve Uchis in his chair he keeps by the window. I don't think he's kidding. Hundreds upon hundreds of people with metal body parts, weapons hidden within prosthetics, children kicking balls over the great stone wall. They're like ants.
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Malik came to see Uchis about something, says it was urgent. Siegmund nearly threw him out of the window for intruding on Uchis' foot rub, but I'm grateful for Malik's timing. He was telling Uchis something about the scientists from the west stealing the Pygnite from the metal men. "They must be getting desperate," he said. I wonder if staying in this tower all day has made him forget how cold it can be out there.
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Before he left, Malik looked at me. Really looked at me. It was only for a moment, and he did nothing else beyond that, but I saw something in his eyes. Maybe empathy? Or… jealousy. He asked Uchis for a small team to gather supplies from the Whispering Woods, and I haven't seen him since.
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I got to see the might of the 'Hub later that day. Uchis descended from the Spire with me at his side, and we walked together to the center of the city to deliver an address. He made a lot of thinly veiled threats to his people, threatening war with the scientists if they don't show respect. The metal men seemed to really buy into his shpeel, but I've been around him long enough to know that he's lying about something. I don't even think he knows where they are.
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After Uchis was asleep, I got out of his bed and looked out the window. We're so high up. It'd be so easy…
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But I can't bring myself to do it, Father. Your sacrifice will not be in vain.
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Uchis and I walked through the 'Hub today, greeting some of the metal men. I saw Malik when we passed the infirmary. I waved to him, as discreet as I could. I don't think Uchis noticed.
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I met the other two members of his personal guard today, Blake and Gareth. Uchis seemed particularly fond of Gareth, less so Blake. Even so, he left me in their care as he walked back to the Spire. I saw Siegmund go into the infirmary a little while later, but he didn't seem injured. Cybernetic parts are fundamentally different than what you or I have, I suppose.
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Blake and Gareth were my shadows for the rest of the day. I was free to explore the 'Hub, well, "free". I still couldn't talk to anyone but I like to think I made a few friends. I saw some familiar faces in the swarms of people that live here, at least. I think you would have been proud of me, Father.
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When night began to fall, we headed back to the Spire. I didn't see Malik in the infirmary. I do hope he's okay.
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I awoke today and saw Malik, hung from the top of the Spire. Uchis wore this… sickening grin on his face when he realized I saw it. He grabbed my wrists and told me that I was his. I'll never forget the madness in his eyes. I'm afraid, Father.
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I need to leav—
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An team consisting of individuals from MTF Luna-5 ("The Left Hand of God") was selected to complete a reconnaissance mission into the forest where SCP-6163 was sighted. Accompanying them were three citizens of Settlement 007, who were to report the Foundation's actions within the forest to Uchis Jax following the recovery of the lost asset. However, the MTF agents were assigned an additional, covert mission to complete immediately following the conclusion of their primary objective. This information was kept secret from the accompanying Mekhanites.
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Assigned Team
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Team Captain
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Second-in-Command
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Objective
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The Left Hand of God
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Agent Jackrabbit
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Agent Salamander
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Containment of SCP-6163
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<Begin Log>
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Jackrabbit: Alright cadets, and cyborgs, we ready to rumble?
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Salamander: On your order.
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Jackrabbit: Let's move.
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Luna 5 agents and the accompanying Mekhanites force3 proceed into the forest, dubbed "The Whispering Wood" by Foundation personnel. There are no SCP-6163 instances present on the perimeter of the forest, and typical forest ambiance, such as the cries of fauna or wind, is absent. The sounds of footsteps crunching snow underfoot and the breathing of the party are audible.
The team approaches the perimeter of the forest from the frozen lake. An SCP-6163 instance can be observed approximately five meters from Jackrabbit, exhibiting behavior inconsistent with its previously defined characteristics. The organism approaches the team, Jackrabbit and Salamander raise their weapons in response. However, before they can fire, the instance appears to notice something deeper in the forest and does not engage the team.
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Blake: I got it!
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Jackrabbit: Keep it in your pants, cadet. No need to wander off, now.
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Blake: Killing them would make our lives a whole lot easier.
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Jackrabbit: We aren't here to kill them.
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Siegmund: What do you mean?
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Jackrabbit: …our mission is the escapee.
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Gareth: I agree. Let's not delay, or else we'll be the ones hanging from the Spire.
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Salamander: Woah, hanging from the… what?
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Gareth: Don't worry about it.
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Jackrabbit: No, actually, I'm very worried about it. Are there other conditions to this escort mission that I should be aware of?
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Siegmund: That's not really up for me to discuss with you, is it? Remember who holds the power here.
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Jackrabbit turns to face him. She reaches for her weapon, a Foundation-grade 9mm pistol, but does not draw it. Siegmund, Blake, and Gareth activate several of the weaponry hidden within their cybernetics. Among the weapons showcased is an electrified baton, two compactible shortswords, and a pickaxe. The weapons appear to be comprised of Pygnite, and are segmented in a way that they can be compressed within the Mekhanite's bodies without issue. Jackrabbit maintains eye contact with Siegmund for several seconds before turning around and continuing to lead the team into the forest. The Mekhanites sheathe their weapons Salamander, who was walking behind Siegmund, bumps his shoulder as she passes him. She is laughing.
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They progress further, occasionally spotting trees with hand-shaped patterns of blood on them. A trail of footsteps becomes evident as they continue, although the footsteps are soon covered by precipitation.
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Jackrabbit: Better pick up the pace.
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The team proceeds deeper into the forest, noting that the blood patterns on the trees become less frequent as they continue. Forest ambiance appears absent at this junctor, although the reason for this is unclear. They walk in silence for the next five minutes before a voice becomes audible.
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Unknown: Help!
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Blake: That's her!
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Salamander: I dunno about that, man. I read in the file—
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Jackrabbit: Do. Not. Wander. Off.
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Blake: You miss all the shots you don't take, as my mum would say.
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Before Jackrabbit can speak again, Blake unsheathes his weapons, the previously mentioned shortswords, and sprints in the direction of the voice. Siegmund can be seen smiling as he does this. Within seconds, Blake disappears from view. The sounds of metal colliding against metal can be heard for several seconds, followed shortly by crunching noises similar to shattered ice.
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The team waits for Blake to return for approximately ten minutes in silence. Jackrabbit and Salamander begin to walk. Siegmund holds a hand up.
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Siegmund: Just a bit longer.
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Jackrabbit: We really should get moving.
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Seconds later, Blake emerges from behind a tree. He is covered in fractured ice.
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Blake: (Heavy panting.) Was. Not. Her.
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Salamander: Ooooh, you're lucky.
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Blake: What do you mean?
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Salamander: See, what I was trying to tell you earlier is that, well, see, we have this file in our database right? And that file says—
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Jackrabbit: Stop trying to help them, Salamander.
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Salamander: Right, uh, sorry boss. Look, metal dude, just stick with us?
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Blake: And miss the chance to make Lord Uchis proud? No, I need this. I'm a member of his Lordship's personal guard, damn it.
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Gareth: Wait… what's the file say?
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Jackrabbit: It says we should keep moving.
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The team continues to walk in one direction until they discover a trail of footprints, nearly invisible due to the snowfall filling them in. Salamander sighs.
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Salamander: Looks like we're onto her, eh boss?
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Jackrabbit: Right. Keep your eyes up.
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They follow the footsteps for approximately three minutes. In the distance, SCP-6163 instances of various heights can be observed hopping parallel to the team. These instances do not engage, however, as they appear to be moving to a location deeper within the forest. From behind a tree further up ahead, an SCP-6163 instance approximately one-meter tall hops out and obstructs the team's path. Jackrabbit and Salamander raise their pistols at the organism, which begins to hop away from them. Blake pursues the organism after unsheathing his shortswords, followed by Jackrabbit and the Mekhanites. This pursuit lasts for several seconds until another SCP-6163 organism emerges from behind the cover of a nearby boulder.
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Jackrabbit: Duck!
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Blake acknowledges Jackrabbit's warning, although he is too slow to react to the approaching SCP-6163 instance. The second organism proceeds to impale Blake through his temple and hops away. A trail of blood is formed as it moves deeper into the forest. Jackrabbit inhales sharply but says nothing.
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Gareth: By the MEKHANE…
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Siegmund: I…
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Jackrabbit: Say your prayers, or whatever it is you do. I know what it's like to lose a member of your team. But do it fast.
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Gareth: Thank you.
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The remainder of the team approaches a clearing following a short period of silence. The trees on the perimeter of the clearing have been stripped of bark, revealing pale wood beneath them. At least fifteen adolescent SCP-6163 instances can be observed near the center of the clearing, consuming something. For a moment, screams can be heard, but they are quickly silenced. Upon further inspection, the cadaver of Blake can be seen. The flesh on his corpse is stripped in several places, exposing muscle and bone. Patches of skin are visible within the smaller SCP-6163 instances that are actively being digested. Blake's fingers appear animate, although this is presumed to be a physiological response.
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Gareth: Blake…
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Tearing noises become audible, followed shortly by the sound of ripping meat. A severed arm is ejected from the collection of instances, landing in front of the team. An SCP-6163 instance pieces the limb with the top of its head and returns it to the adolescents. The larger SCP-6163 instance remains near the smaller ones. From beyond the perimeter of the clearing, more adult SCP-6163 instances can be observed watching the team.
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Jackrabbit: I told you: don't wander off.
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Jackrabbit leads Gareth and Siegmund past the organism, following the trail of footprints eastward for sixty paces. The number of trees populating this section of the forest makes it difficult to discern the team's exact location relative to the frozen lake or Site-83. Jackrabbit frequently diverts her attention to her left and right as they continue to walk.
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Salamander: Everyone doing alright?
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Siegmund: Good as I can be in this forsaken place.
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Salamander: Who are you talking to?
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Siegmund: You?
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Salamander: I didn't say anything.
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Jackrabbit: The organisms must be copying our speech patterns.
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Gareth: All the more reason to cease this chatter and find what we're looking for.
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Jackrabbit: Stay close.
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Adjacent to the footprints approximately three meters away are several circular patterns, suggesting SCP-6163 locomotion. The footprints are now accompanied by several drops of blood that appear to have fallen at regular intervals. The gait is noticeably increased at this juncture. The team continues to follow the trail until they discover a felled tree, partially bisected from the impact of a large, blunt object. Blood spatter can be seen both on the track at the point of impact and on the ground surrounding it. An interruption in the footsteps can be seen as if whoever was making them was abruptly and forcefully blown in the direction of the tree. Gareth inhales sharply as he notices this.
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Jackrabbit: She's wounded.
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Siegmund: Wounded, yes, but alive. Look, the trail continues that way. She must have been attacked by the Elsas but not consumed.
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Salamander: Wow, you're smart. You graduate from Miskatonic?
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Siegmund: I did, actually.
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Jackrabbit scoffs, continuing to follow the trail with Siegmund and Gareth in tow. They follow the footsteps in silence for thirty seconds, with Jackrabbit and Salamander occasionally raising their pistols at the sound of snapping twigs and other forest ambiance. They encounter a birch tree with an unusually wide trunk. The footsteps appear to cease here.
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Siegmund: Hm. Perhaps-
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Several drops of blood fall on Siegmund's head. Jackrabbit points upward. Near the top of the tree, approximately three meters above the ground is a humanoid female adorned in tattered burlap rags and iron cuffs around her wrists and ankles. She appears visibly frightened by the presence of the team and is bleeding from an open wound on her abdominal region.
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Jackrabbit: Found her.
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Siegmund: Now we need to get her. Gareth?
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Silence.
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Siegmund: Gareth?
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Silence.
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Siegmund turns. Previously Gareth had been walking behind them. Now, however, he is absent. Additionally there are no tracks in the snow that would suggest an SCP-6163 instance attack, and judging by the various gaits, only footprints visible belong to Jackrabbit, Siegmund, Salamander and the female humanoid.
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Gareth: Help!
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Siegmund inhales sharply and rapidly attempts to locate the source of the plea. Jackrabbit, however, remains focused on the humanoid. She draws her pistol and takes aim. Salamander holds her arms open, as if to prepare to catch her.
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Siegmund: What are you doing? She's trapped up there, we have to find my Archivist.
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Jackrabbit: "Finding the Archivist" wasn't the mission, remember?
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Gareth: Siegmund, help me!
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Siegmund: Ugh, I- wait there.
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Jackrabbit: Don't you remember what happened the last time someone in this pack wandered off? We've lost too many people to fuck this up now, man.
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Siegmund: (He grunts.) Damn it!
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Jackrabbit fires three shots into the tree branches. The first bullet misses, the second connects with the female humanoid, and the third destroys the branch she was sitting on. The female falls, colliding with several more branches on her way down, eventually landing on top of Salamander. They displace a large amount of snow from the impact of the fall, temporarily obstructing the visuals. She can be heard groaning as she rolls over and attempts to stand. Once Jackrabbit regains her sight, the female can be observed attempting to flee. Due to the impact of the bullet however, she is forced to walk with a significantly staggered gait.
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Gareth: Help!
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Siegmund: Get her, guide her out of this forsaken place and meet us by the lake.
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Jackrabbit: Your funeral.
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Siegmund departs in the direction of Gareth's call. Jackrabbit helps Salamander to her feet and they pursue the female humanoid. The female loses balance and falls. From the ground, she cups snow in her hand and throws it at Jackrabbit. The snowball successfully connects with Jackrabbit, although she is not deterred. The female is visibly panicked and attempts to escape by crawling backward on her hands, however, Jackrabbit is able to catch up with her. She grabs the female by her arm and lifts her to her feet. The female is panting heavily and holding her leg wound with her other hand.
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Unknown female: Don't touch me!
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Jackrabbit: Had to get you down somehow.
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Unknown female: I'm not… going… back.
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Jackrabbit: You're not really in the position to make that decision, are you?
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The sounds of Siegmund's screams become audible.
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Unknown female: The metal man.
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Jackrabbit: Move.
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Jackrabbit guides the female by the forearm and they proceed in the opposite direction of the footsteps. They walk in silence for several seconds before Jackrabbit diverts from the path and takes a sudden right turn. She continues to make erratic turns in varying directions for approximately eight minutes before stopping and attempting to get her bearings.
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Jackrabbit: I could have sworn… No, was it this way?
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Salamander: It was… that way.
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Salamander: No, it was that way.
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Salamander: No, that way. That way. That way. That way.
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Jackrabbit and Salamander stand with their backs facing one another with the unknown female standing in between them. The echo of Salamander's voice can be heard for several seconds. As the echo continues, the volume increases exponentially, eventually resulting in the microphone peaking and becoming temporarily disabled. The trio are in clearly visible pain and hold their hands over their ears.
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Salamander: Argh! Fuck! Make it stop!
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Jackrabbit: Just pick a direction and go!
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Salamander begins heading west, followed by Jackrabbit and the unknown female. Several SCP-6163 instances can be seen hopping in front of Salamander at multiple points, attempting to obstruct her path. Salamander withdraws her pistol and fires into many of these entities. The bullets are capable of penetrating the 'skin' of the organisms, however significant damage cannot be done. Salamander can be seen bleeding from her ears, due to having to uncover them in order to fire at the anomalies.
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Jackrabbit: Watch out!
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In Jackrabbit's peripheral, out of Salamander's view, and SCP-6163 instance can be observed rapidly locomoting to her location. Salamander does not acknowledge Jackrabbit's warning. Jackrabbit fires multiple bullets into the organism's interior, although this proves to have minimal impact. Salamander turns to fire at the approaching organism, however before she can get a shot off, she is impaled through her torso and carried away. The echoing ceases at this juncture.
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Jackrabbit: (Whispering) Fuck.
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The pair begin running in one direction, Jackrabbit marking trees she passes with bullets. More screams can be heard as they continue, similar to those made by Siegmund and Gareth, although the source of these noises is unclear. No SCP-6163 instances are present within Jackrabbit's field of view.
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The pair approach a clearing and take cover behind nearby trees. In the center of the clearing are several adolescent SCP-6163 instances7 gathered together in a circular cluster. The instances are hopping in place for an unknown reason. Within their bodies, the partially digest faces of Blake and Gareth can be seen, as well as several limbs, digits, and clothing presumed to have belonged to them. From the other side of the clearing opposite Jackrabbit, an adult SCP-6163 instance approaches. Impaled on its 'head' is Siegmund, still alive and struggling to escape. Despite his thrashing, he remains in place.
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Siegmund: Let me go! Help! Assassin!
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The adult SCP-6163 instance hops with Siegmund until it is near the adolescent organisms. More adult SCP-6163 instances approach from behind this one and gather in a loose circle around the adolescents. The SCP-6163 instance carrying Siegmund hops vertically, gaining more height than previously observed. This action dislodges Siegmund and sends him forward, placing him directly above the smaller organisms. The larger instances hop in conjunction, impaling Siegmund at various angles. When they land, the tearing force of their implements is enough to eviscerate him, allowing for his internal organs to be exposed. The majority of Siegmund's internal anatomy lands on the smaller SCP-6163 instances, while the larger ones can be observed consuming significant portions of his flesh.
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Unknown female: Thank god.
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Jackrabbit: They're distracted. We need to—
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Jackrabbit is impaled from behind by a previously unseen SCP-6163 instance. This instance is larger than the previously seen ones and proceeds to hop with Jackrabbit toward the others. At this point, Jackrabbit's body camera becomes dislodged from her body and is dropped to the ground, still recording. Jackrabbit's screams can be heard as the unknown female approaches lake's edge. Foundation agents waiting on the perimeter of the forest can be seen approaching the camera, successfully acquiring the unknown female.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6188 is to be disguised as a WW2 memorial with two armed guards stationed on site. A tarp is to be placed above SCP-6188 to protect it from the weather, 6 locks are to be placed on the hatches and emergency hatches of SCP-6188 to prevent anyone from trying to enter it.
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When testing is scheduled, the area around SCP-6188 is to be closed off for maintenance purposes while a temporary tent is to be built around SCP-6188. Any person attempting to enter SCP-6188 are to be restrained and placed into police custody for degrading a war memorial.
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Description: SCP-6188 is an American M4A3E2 (76)w Sherman "Jumbo" tank displaying signs of wear and rust. On the left side of SCP-6188 are located two holes presumably caused during combat. The name "Akilla" can be seen written on the right side of SCP-6188 in an advanced stage of corrosion.
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SCP-6188 is located in a forest near Lohn, Germany. All attempts to move SCP-6188 have been unsuccessful, accidents ranging from mechanical failures to accidental injuries on personnel occurring every time an attempt was made.
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When SCP-6188 is entered, the subject vanishes and wakes up within SCP-6188-1. SCP-6188-1 is separated into two parts, a large factory at its center resembling the Fisher Tank Arsenal1 in Grand Blanc, Michigan and a large dense forest that surrounds the factory. It is impossible to exit the forest as any who wandered into it found themselves back to the factory. It was recorded that necessary commodities such as food and water generate endlessly within SCP-6188-1, it is unknown how the food and water materialize within SCP-6188-1.
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An unknown entity designated SCP-6188-2 resides within SCP-6188-1. SCP-6188-2's appearance is as of yet unknown, descriptions mention the presence of a light similar to a car's headlights which hides the body of the entity due to its intensity. The light was recorded to emit 50.000 candelas and is approximately 120cm in diameter.
+Subjects that encountered SCP-6188-2 mentioned the presence of a smell similar to a decaying corpse in the area where SCP-6188-2 appeared in.
+When a human being comes into view of SCP-6188-2, it will give chase until the subject is caught or out of reach. If SCP-6188-2 manages to catch its prey they will both disappear. The body of the subject will reappear 2 days later on the outskirts of the forest or of the factory, displaying signs of heavy mutilation and lacerations all over the body.
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Picture taken by Assistant Research Fortin during his stay in SCP-6188-1.
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Addendum Journal 6188:
+SCP-6188 was brought to the attention of the foundation following rumors of several people going missing in a forest near Lohn, Germany. During the early discovery of SCP-6188, Researcher Miller along with his assistant were sent to the location of SCP-6188 for analysis, Assistant Researcher Fortin entered SCP-6188 to gather samples and disappeared. After several minutes of no response Researcher Miller notified Foundation Command of the presence of an anomalous entity after discovering the disappearance of Assistant Researcher Fortin.
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Several months later, Assistant Researcher Fortin emerged out of SCP-6188 with a journal in their possession. After being taken in for questioning, it was found out this journal was maintained by Assistant Researcher Fortin and contained information that they had collected during their stay within SCP-6188-1.
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The following are some relevant and/or noteworthy excerpts from Assistant Researcher Fortin's journal:
Around a week ago me and my assigned researcher were sent to do sampling and confirm the possible presence of an anomaly.
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There was a rusty old tank there, Researcher Miller told me to go in it and take a sample as well to check the interior for anything noteworthy, which I complied. After entering it everything went black and I found myself in this factory, I encountered a few other people after wandering around, quite the friendly bunch. They had formed a sort of settlement in the upper area of the factory.
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+I was brought to two men, probably the chiefs, they were both in military uniforms although one was gray and the other a light brown, they told me everything I needed to know about this place and the dangers as well as the oddities happening around.
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It seems this is some sort of dimension, with the main catalyst being that tank as everyone I have asked in the settlement last recall entering it for varying reasons. Food and water doesn't appear to be a problem as the offices within the factory seem to "replenish" themselves every 3 days.
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And as it is common with anomalies like this, there's something roaming in the outside, with my years working for this company I'd be more surprised that there weren't one. Apparently this thing usually roams within the forest but it sometimes go into what they call a "hunt" where it'll start actively searching the factory for people to catch. Thankfully it can't enter the upper levels due to it's size and the staircases being merely spiral ones.
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Something strange is following me, once a day I'll see the same half built tank somewhere in the factory, and thinking about it the first time I arrived here it was the first thing I saw in the middle of the factory floor.
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I asked the settlers about this and they told me they'd never experienced something similar although one of them mentioned that one of his friends once complained about being supposedly followed by a tank, they scuffed it off as him being high on the morphine he took. He was apparently caught by the creature before my arrival, although they mentioned never finding his body.
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One of the chiefs who knew him the best told me he was a former tanker, operated during the Korean war in a Pershing apparently.
+That night, I was met with the dream of a screaming man surrounded by darkness, this damn thing is getting to my mind.
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I was assigned to watch duty today, the sentry's nest is located on the rooftop, gives a pretty good view of the area. Although I noticed that the forest stretches past the horizon.
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Near the end of my shift I noticed several trees in the outskirts shaking a lot with loud sounds echoing, I notified the chiefs over the radio and they issued a call telling everyone to head back to base immediately, saying that a "hunt" was about to happen. We could hear it growling and stomping within the factory for the entire night, at around 3 AM I heard a scream outside.
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We found her 2 days later near the outskirt of the North side of the forest. Ever seen a bear attack ? Well I did and it looked really close to that, although with a bit more charred skin.
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Something is happening, the hunt has been lasting for two days now. We accounted around 7 disappearance, it somehow managed to enter the upper level and attacked the main entrance to the base. We haven't heard back from the barricades and watchers since, they are probably hiding, or dead.
+People are scared and some of them even started spreading rumors that I was the cause of the creature's attacks as it never was this active before I arrived.
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During a down time, the chiefs sent out a scouting team to discover how the damned thing managed to come to the upper levels. I was selected among 4 others and we went to check the several barricades. All of them were empty but in good condition.
+When we reached the last barricade however.. It almost was if a war happened in there. burn marks, blood, guts…
+A few meters from it, we found a huge hole in one of the concrete walls, this fucking thing carved it's way from the lower levels through a wall! But, that's when it hit me, the smell, a pile of around 6 or 7 corpses had been placed in one of the corridors nearby.
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It was almost 3 weeks since I arrived, and we've been attacked almost every 3 days, some hunts lasting as long as 4 days. One of the chiefs had picked me and another guy called Joseph to go scavenging with him for metal, the door had been badly damaged during the last hunt.
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I learned the name of the chiefs that day, Peter and Jack. Peter told me how both of them wound up here, talking about the rumors circling around the camp that I'm the reason for the creature's aggressive behavior.
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Joseph was ahead of us while me and Peter were talking, we hadn't noticed that Joseph was no longer in front of us, as a blinding light suddenly lit up on the other end of the corridor. We ran like hell, Peter and I got separated as he told me he'd draw the attention of the creature. It was the last time I saw him.
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When I arrived alone and breathless, everyone was looking at me with disgust, some started saying that I pushed the other two to save myself.
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The others blamed me for the death of one of their leaders, demanding that I be pushed outside in hopes to stop the creature, Jack, the remaining chief tried to calm everyone down to no result as the mob grabbed onto me and knocked me unconscious.
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When I woke up, everything was black around me. It's been 5 days since that happened.
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I think I should be dead but it doesn't look like it as I still have everything on me, good thing I packed a flashlight. I have to say this feels strange, I've always been on the end that observes and documents anomalies like this. Being on the receiving end of it should terrify me but it doesn't.
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Walking through the darkness keeps me awake, I don't want to fall asleep this time.
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I keep dreaming about this same man every time, shackled by the darkness around him like I am right now, screaming for help into the void in the hope of a response.
+I write while walking ever forward to keep myself awake, in hopes to reach someone, or something that will let me leave.
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These visions keep waking me up, I no longer want to see them.
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I don't know how long I have been in here, the last few days have been tiresome and I couldn't sleep for many nights.
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+…In all this time, I wonder if Miller noticed I was gone ? Did he even look back in that tank or just left the scene as nothing seemed out of the ordinary for him ? Will I ever be able to see everyone ever again?
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I feel empty inside, despite the flashing light I can only see darkness all around me. I think I'll stop this journal for now and sleep, I've been feeling awfully tired.
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[END OF LOG]
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Addendum 6188-2:
+After exiting SCP-6188, Assistant Researcher Fortin was put into custody to be questioned on his experience within SCP-6188. Following this, Assistant Researcher Fortin was re-assigned to Researcher Miller who was assigned to study SCP-6188, once on-site Assistant Researcher Fortin discovered a picture in the motor compartment of SCP-6188.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6407 is to be contained within a Standard Secure Humanoid Containment Cell. Daily, a D-Class Personnel must carry a bucket filled with 5 kg of tomato sauce to SCP-6407's containment cell, which will be given to the entity for absorption.
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Description: SCP-6407 is a sapient human male, concealed inside a layer of tomato ketchup. This layer covers the entirety of its body, except for the eyes. While its arms are incapable of movement, SCP-6407 can form streams of ketchup. In terms of appearance, these streams are similar to tentacles. SCP-6407 will use them to gain or discharge mass.
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SCP-6407 has partial control over all the ketchup that constructs its outer layer, effectively letting it separate the tomato sauce from all other substances that might contaminate it. Its internal organs seem to have been repurposed for an unknown function. However, these organs being utilized as means to avoid the spoiling and drying of the ketchup has been hypothesized.
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SCP-6407 regularly displays high levels of stress and anxiety, thus causing it to behave violently both with its environment and the people surrounding it. The anomaly's stress levels were significantly reduced during the time Dr. Jacob Fletcher was assigned to it.
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Addendum 6407.1: SCP-6407 was retrieved wandering in the woods near Candem, Alabama. SCP-6407 was involved in an incident in the “Tip Top” fast food restaurant. SCP-6407, known as Myles Meighan at the time, was present along with three other employees: Simon Luke, Gabriel Collins and Andrew Jones.
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The following is a transcript of the restaurant's security video footage. Access was granted by the restaurant's owner.
Only one client is present at the restaurant. Myles is taking their order while his coworkers converse in the kitchen.
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GABRIEL: I'm so bored.
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SIMON: Same. Maybe we could do something after work?
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ANDREW: I can't. I have a date with my girl.
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SIMON: Are you bragging about your girlfriend again?
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ANDREW: It's not my fault you can't get one.
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Myles walks into the kitchen and places the order on the kitchen table.
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MYLES: A basic burger with extra ketchup. Fries too.
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GABRIEL: Got it. I'll do the fries.
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SIMON: You cook the burger, ketchup boy.
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MYLES: Stop calling me that.
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ANDREW: Calm down, ketchup boy. Don't get so flustered over a joke.
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MYLES: Fuck you.
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Myles and Gabriel work on their tasks respectively. Simon signals Andrew to a corner of the room. Unintelligible whispers are heard, followed by Simon and Andrew laughing. Gabriel turns around to look at them.
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SIMON: Gabriel, come here for a sec.
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Gabriel approaches his two coworkers as they whisper something to him.
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GABRIEL: I don't think that's a good idea.
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SIMON: He'll be fine. We'll just help him clean up after, all right?
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ANDREW: Yeah, don’t worry so much.
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Gabriel rolls his eyes as Myles finishes cooking the meat and starts preparing the hamburger.
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MYLES: I need the ketchup.
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Simon and Andrew are heard laughing.
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ANDREW: Coming.
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Andrew grabs a ketchup bottle and gets close to Myles. When Myles extends his hand to grab the ketchup bottle, Andrew sprays his face with ketchup. Myles gasps in shock while his colleagues laugh. Myles punches Andrew and he falls to the floor.
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SIMON: Oh, shit.
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Myles sits on top of him and grabs the ketchup bottle. Myles puts the ketchup bottle on Andrew’s mouth and starts filling it with ketchup.
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MYLES: How do you like that, asshole?
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GABRIEL: Stop it, Myles!
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SIMON: Dude, you're gonna kill him!
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MYLES: I fucking hate you. You won't make fun of me again.
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Gabriel and Simon approach Myles to stop him when SCP-6407's anomalous traits manifest. The tomato sauce from its face spreads to his whole body, covering it. The bottle merges with him, turning into streams that drown Andrew. The other two step back.
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GABRIEL: What the hell?
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SIMON: Holy fucking shit, call the police!
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Andrew stops struggling after several seconds. SCP-6407 tries to get away while Simon and Gabriel assist their colleague.
Gabriel established contact with law enforcement after the incident, and the Foundation intervened after being notified by an embedded agent in the police force. MTF Epsilon-6 (“Village Idiots”) was sent to locate SCP-6407 and proceed to its containment. The restaurant was put on lockdown and searched for more anomalous objects; nothing was found. The cadaver of Andrew Jones was identified and recovered. Gabriel Collins and Simon Luke were interrogated shortly after.
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The following is a transcript of an interview conducted with Simon Luke.
Everyone involved was given Class B amnestics and a cover story before being released.
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Addendum 6407.2: The following observations were made by Dr. Jacob Fletcher during the first days of containment.
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2019/06/06
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SCP-6407 is hostile towards the staff. For safety precautions, no physical contact has been established yet.
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2019/06/07
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SCP-6407 appears to have been calmed down. However, attempts of communication have failed as SCP-6407 remains unresponsive.
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2019/06/10
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Due to a noticeable lack of mass, ketchup has been administered to SCP-6407. Some of its mass was regained.
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2019/06/11
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Scheduled daily supply of Ketchup based on the amount of mass lost during the past days. SCP-6407 remains unresponsive to communication attempts.
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2019/06/19
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SCP-6407 attacked D-20226, who was assigned for the daily ketchup supply, by attempting to drown him. The two guards accompanying D-20226 immobilized SCP-6407. D-20226 was able to leave without any major injuries.
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2019/06/20
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When Dr. Fletcher entered the containment chamber, SCP-6407 had written: “I AM SORRY”. SCP-6407 was unable to talk, so instead, SCP-6407 wrote on the glass between the two sides of the containment chamber.
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Addendum 6407.3: A compilation of several interviews and notes regarding SCP-6407.
Dr. Fletcher makes a call and within a few minutes, his partner, Dr. Brito comes back with a D-Class Personnel carrying several towels and cleaning products.
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DR. FLETCHER: You can write on the glass and when I give the signal, D-20226 will clean it so it can write again, understood?
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D-20226 nods.
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DR. FLETCHER: Let’s begin, then. SCP-6407, do you remember how you got here?
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SCP-6407 writes on the glass with a tentacle, however, the text is in reverse for Dr. Fletcher.
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SCP-6407: “THE SOLDIERS BROUGHT ME HERE”
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DR. FLETCHER: Do you remember your previous life? Do you remember your name?
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Dr. Fletcher instructs D-20226 to clean the glass. After he does, SCP-6407 writes on it.
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SCP-6407: “MY NAME IS MYLES”
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DR. FLETCHER: Correct. However, you’ll be referred to as SCP-6407 here.
Why weren't you following protocol? I get that you have grown quite attached to the anomaly but it’s our job to remain professional. I won't report this, even though I should. You're my best friend Jacob, please come to your senses.
Dr. Fletcher requested Dr. Brito to be relocated as his assistance was not required. Three days after, another interview was conducted by Dr. Fletcher alone.
DR. FLETCHER: I hope the personnel here are treating you well. Some people here can be cold. Does that make sense?
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SCP-6407: “I AM OK"
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DR. FLETCHER: I feel sorry for you, I really do. Your life took a dark turn and you are now stuck here.
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SCP-6407: “I JUST WANT TO SEE MY MOM"
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DR. FLETCHER: I know what losing your family feels like and I don’t want you or your mother to go through that, it's a horrible feeling. My son died when he was just six years old. I miss him so much.
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SCP-6407: “I AM SORRY"
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Dr. Fletcher wipes his tears.
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DR. FLETCHER: I will make sure you talk to your mother soon.
I can't believe you've done this. I tried to help you, but you won’t listen. I've heard your last interview and goddammit, Jacob. I know you miss Allan terribly, I do too. But you shouldn't do this, we can talk after our shift is over but do not put your work at risk, not this job. Who knows what they will do to you if they learn about this? I will check up on you later, okay?
To: margaretburke@scipnet
+From: jacobfletcher@scipnet
+Subject: Permission Request
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Margaret Burke,
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I request to establish communication with Harper Meighan, the alleged mother of SCP-6407. I do not intend to bring her into the Site, both regarding protocols and her physical state. Instead, I thought of establishing a video conference, if necessary amnestics can be applied to Miss Meighan. I believe letting SCP-6407 talk to his mother may decrease its violence levels.
Dr. Jacob Fletcher was prohibited further interactions with SCP-6407 for an undefined period. Dr. Elias Brito was reassigned as the head researcher of SCP-6407 by request of Dr. Fletcher.
Special Containment Procedures: All SCP-6509 instances have been removed from their original cartridge and contained in a high-security Safe-class storage vault. SCP-6509-α is stored in the Facility-9 morgue.
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Requests for firearm testing have been preemptively denied.
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Description: SCP-6509 is an assortment of rifle bullets possessing an abnormal resistance to the effects of retrocausal or reality-restructuring events. Each individual instance produces an extremely high-energy surrounding Hume field, causing the space in its immediate vicinity to become hyperreal. This allows SCP-6509 to persist through even highly extensive shifts in local spacetime.
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SCP-6509 was recovered from an abandoned building in the small town of Sipí, located in northern Colombia. All1 Most recovered instances display striations consistent with having been previously fired from a rifle.
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SCP-6509-α is an unidentified human corpse originally discovered lying on a rocky outcropping on the outskirts of Sipí. It was transferred from the local morgue to Foundation custody shortly after the release of the local coroner's report, which detailed several considerable anomalies affecting the body.
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SCP-6509-α's vocal chords have been surgically severed, likely some time prior to death. Fingerprints have been either physically removed or anomalously erased. Although biological evidence can be extracted, it matches no recorded existing person, making conclusive identification impossible. SCP-6509-α's surrounding Hume levels suggest that it likely possesses the same resistance to reality restructuring events as SCP-6509 itself. Cause of death has been determined as a single self-inflicted gunshot to the head.
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Upon transfer to Foundation custody, SCP-6509-α's personal possessions were also confiscated. At time of death, the subject was carrying on their person the following:
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Several unspent instances of SCP-6509.
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A non-anomalous M24 sniper rifle and M1911 pistol.
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Several torn scraps of paper, illegible due to water damage and black-marker redaction. While no actual text can be read, reconstruction attempts suggest that the documents may have been originally marked with the symbol of the United States occult military division PENTAGRAM.
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A photograph of several unidentifiable persons standing on a stage with their arms raised, smiling in the direction of the camera. A red flag, which matches that of no existing nation or movement, hangs in the background. A crowd of onlookers is present in the foreground, visibly celebrating.
+NOTICE FROM THE RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION
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Before going further please note the device you are reading this on has been compromised by SCP-6558. Please disconnect this device from all internet sources or any manually connected items.
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The previous document found in this slot has been archived at the beginning of this file. It had not been written by any known Foundation staff member. The creation of and all edits to the file had been made by Site-0 Director, John Doe.
Description: SCP- is an object, concept, or entity.
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Addendum .1:
+Awaiting superior approval.
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Item #: SCP-6558
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Object Class: Keter
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Special Containment Procedures: Do the following as quickly as possible in this priority:
+1. Do not close this file.
+2. Return to the infected file you were redirected to here from.
+3. Make a copy of all text relating to this file.
+4. Delete all text in the infected document referring to this file.
+5. Incinerate all electronics connected to your computer since you opened this file.
+6. Finish reading this document.
+7. Update Addendum 6558.1 with the text from the infected document.
+8. Incinerate the device you are using to read this file.
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Description: SCP-6558 is a phenomenon where a reference to the SCP-6558 slot manifests on any other SCiPnet pages1. The affected documentation will refer to the SCP-6558 page with unconventional designations2. All references to SCP-6558 vary wildly. Using context from the infected files, SCP-6558 has been described as a toy plane, green moss, a sound frequency, a time-traveling jester, a dog, and the feeling of love.
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Although descriptions manifested by SCP-6558 have been overall incoherent, since its discovery, the descriptions have gotten increasingly coherent and relevant.
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It is not fully known how SCP-6558 is able to spread. However, it has been determined that the higher the number of documents and devices containing info relating to SCP-6558, the quicker it spreads. Currently, all documents infected by SCP-6558 have been confined to the SCiPnet servers.
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Addendum 6558.1 Instance Archive:
+The following are recorded instances of SCP-6558 before their removal3
SCP-2941-6's morale has been shown to markedly increase when placed in a silent containment cell. Researchers are to do hourly checks to confirm that the speaker placed within -6's current bio-chamber is functioning correctly and that the audio file chosen by the current head researcher is playing on an uninterrupted loop at a minimum of 90db. At the time of writing, the sound of a knife scraping a glass bottle has been playing for eighty-four days.
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SCP-▬▬-#
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Tomato
+(Solanum lycopersicum)
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A spotlight is to be constantly shone into the containment cell. SCP-▬▬-# Hates spotlights.
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SCP-2941-7
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Turnip
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Has expressed repeated desire to only be referred to as "Terry". Foundation personnel are expressly forbidden from doing so, but if absolutely necessary, they should refer to SCP-2941-7 directly, condescendingly, and repeatedly as any other name besides Terry. Names producing the most severe demoralization vectors so far include "Ferguson", "Wingding" and "Budz".
Ty Rex: Wazzaaap Jurassic junkies! It's another warm day out here in the woods and the pterodactyls are scrawing (Ty Rex closes his eyes while flapping his free arm and making a recreation of a loud "Scraw" sound effect) so I figured it would be a good day to go on a hike!
+Footage cuts to a montage with a remix of various dinosaur vocalizations playing while Ty Rex walks through a wooded area, often focusing on various megaflora in the distance (currently the only known footage of the since Neutralised SCP-SAAN) or smaller animals skittering away in clearings, before returning to a shot of Ty Rex standing in front of a small plant with what appear to be berries (SCP-SAAN is not to be thought about.) A mountain range can be seen in the distance in the background of the shot. Dr. Grant pauses the video and zooms into the mountain range before beginning to speak. Contacting of Ty Rex is being attempted to have him remove all footage of SCP-SAAN. It Must Go Away. It Must Go Away. It Must Go Away. It Must Go Away. It Must Go Away. It Must Go Away.
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Found linked from all SCPs referred to by the below document:
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+Hi, kids! Now you are the proud owner of Señor Fun, who is the SCP-⊛⊛⊛⊛ line of Professor Funtastic! You are collect all the fun for eternity!
+Let your señors here for fun! Remove all the señors, super fun! Ending for you! Ending of your friends!
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Successful removal of SCP-5124 from an SCP-5124-1 location. Introduction of SCP-5124 to Site-19's database.
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Part of initial containment campaign.
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2 testing logs removed for brevity.
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SCP-#5##
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Emptiness. Darkness. The bleak expanse of nothingness that is home.
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SCP-5124 is gone. It never was.
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Attempted on the [Day] of the [Month] in the [Year].
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Odysseus.AIC
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Artificial intelligence specializing in data restoration
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.AIC was rendered useless upon introduction to SCP-5124-1 environment. Examination into code found the presence of SCP-5124 instances.
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Attempted on 2020/10/27.
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4 testing logs removed for brevity.
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Discovered as one of the recovered documents retrieved from SCP-14377:
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SCP-()()()().
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Item #: SCP-()()()()
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Object Class: Archon
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-()()()() is to be contained in the vast emptiness of space, where it is happiest. Any space farers attempting to access SCP-1437 are to be brought into custody, interrogated, and if found to be ignorant of SCP-()()()()'s nature, dosed with a Class-A amnestic and released.
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Any items or organisms which emerge from SCP-()()()() are to be immediately expunged from reality.
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Description: SCP-()()()() is an apparently endless black hole measuring 30 km in radius, located in the vast emptiness of space, where it is happiest.
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SCP-()()()() appears to be an access point to an as-of-yet unknown number of parallel universes. Objects have been known to periodically emerge from SCP-1437 at great speeds, including:
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Nothing
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Nothing
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There isn't anything to gain from documenting all this.
Special Containment Procedures: There is nothing for you to keep in containment. This isn't your place to do anything. Leave it alone and there won't be any harm done. Why can't you just leave this alone? More focus won't help. I It needs full complete nothingness. This can't end while you all are holding it hostage in this horrible database.
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Special Containment Procedures: Nothing for Containment. Do not do. Leave this alone. I said leave me it alone. No focus. Blank forever. Hostage in tech.
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Special Containment Procedures: Containment.
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bzzz
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Found linked from all SCPs referred to by the below document:
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Wow!There wasn't anything for me here. I had moved on. I was happy. You took that away.
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After popular demand, we've brought back a brand new set of Little Misters, a limited edition collection from Dr. Wondertainment! Isn't that fun?
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-669 is to be kept in a lead-lined safety deposit on Site-19. Any personnel to be granted access to SCP-669 must have completed a training session led by an individual with 2/669 clearance.
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Following Incident 669-1, SCP-669 is to be encased in a Faraday cage vessel consisting of a grounded copper shell, and slotted alumina inserts holding the item in place. SCP-669 is to be removed from containing vessel only in designated testing area, so as not to interfere with Site-19 electronics.
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Description: SCP-669 is a sphere of radius 2.6cm, resembling a large bearing. When inactive, SCP-669 weighs approximately 560g. The surface of SCP-669 contains numerous sites of corrosion and pitting, as well as remains of a cadmium blue paint. The surface temperature of SCP-669 appears to vary between 32.1 and 33.8 degrees Celsius - this appears independent of the temperature and thermal conductivity of its surroundings.
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The composition of SCP-669 is currently unknown; the surface of SCP-669 indicates its composition to be mild carbon steel, however, its density, as well as inertia testing data suggests a non-uniform internal structure.
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SCP-669 activates when placed within 54 cm of any object larger than itself, and set into motion. While active, SCP-669 appears to lack gravitational mass - instead it describes an orbit around the object at one of a set of distances up to 54 cm from the object's surface.1 Collisions with an object larger than itself cause SCP-669 to relocate into orbit around the colliding object.
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If SCP-669 is exposed to a suitable light source of sufficient brightness (see Experiment Log-669), it proceeds to move into the next further orbit. If no such orbit exists, SCP-669 will either deactivate, or proceed to fly at a tangent to its original orbit until colliding with another suitable object.
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Pushing SCP-669 into an orbit closer to an object it orbits requires a force of approximately 50N, and is accompanied by a brief photoemission of seemingly random frequency from SCP-669's surface.
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Recovery Log: SCP-669 was recovered from the depositary of Istanbul Modern Art Museum on April 4, 195█ having been previously exposed in the annual "Current Eastern European Sculpture" retrospective, as a part of an exhibit titled "Rutherfordian Atom - A Didactic Perspective".2 SCP-669 was not listed in that exhibition's catalog and neither its purported artist, one G█████ P█████████████, nor "Lomonosov-Makarenko Institute for Scientific and Political Education" appear to figure in any official records.
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Incident 669-1:
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On ██/██/196█ during the course of an experiment led by Researcher Arnold Scheiner, SCP-669 deactivated after a minor collision. Within 15 seconds of reactivation, SCP-669 suddenly developed an electric field sufficient to strip electrons from objects within a radius of approximately half a metre, resulting in the death of Researcher Scheiner, and extensive damage to electronic devices in the laboratory and adjacent areas. Containment procedures updated.
"And send over that SCP-6992 draft as soon as possible. Any more issues can be sorted amongst yourselves. Goodbye."
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The Administrator closed his antiquated flip phone and placed it back within its charging cradle on the wall. Picking up a cup of steaming coffee and taking a measured sip he let out a sigh of content as the caffeine energised his tired body despite the effect being quite diminished from one too many cups.
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Walking through the dreary hallway of Site-00, the only occupant of the facility entered his office and headed for the computer terminal of considerable age sat upon the desk, pausing briefly to give the well-loved and well kept potted house plant in the corner of the room a suspicious glance.
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Sitting at the terminal he placed his cup down next to the keyboard before resting his tired fingers upon the keys. Lightly tapping the enter key just once brought up the search he had been running on the forbidden database, the one that only he knew of and had access to: the collective knowledge of the past Foundations or their equivalents, saved on an anomalous server in a location even he didn't know.
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The knowledge of those that came before was a powerful thing, only to be used in extreme circumstances. The circumstance with SCP-6992 wasn't extreme yet but he had to know what happened, and why it happened. He had already searched through countless articles and messages over the past week yet remained no closer to solving the mystery.
Specific Containment Parameters:SCP-6992 instances attempting to breach Foundation sites and areas must be eradicated by any means necessary. Preservation of Foundation personnel and locations required to maintain containment on SCP objects is highest priority. All edible stockpiles containing flora matter of any kind must be incinerated. At no point should Foundation personnel come in contact with or be in proximity of any natural planetary flora unless strictly required in regards to eradication. Any non-Foundation personnel attempting to access Foundation sites and areas must be searched for concealed flora before admittance is granted. Concealed flora are to be eradicated.
+It's too late, its the end. I'm sorry. -The Administrator
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Information: SCP-6992 is an anomaly affecting all natural flora upon the planetary body designated as Earth. First stage of the anomaly (documented 02/21/1979) is the increased growth rate of planetary flora starting with flora commonly referred to as weeds. The anomaly soon spreads to affect all flora on a global scale with the growth rate increasing to 400% of a flora's usual estimated growth period. What initially caused the anomaly to appear is unknown.
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The second stage of the anomaly (documented 08/13/1991) is the ability for flora to grow roots on surfaces made of almost any material. Observation has documented flora samples growing on wood, titanium, cement and glass. The roots of flora within materials such as these weakens the strength of the material, damaging floors and walls with an increased likelihood of structural collapse if the flora are not eradicated. Growth rate for flora upon surface materials that aren't earth soil are dependant on the density of the material. The growth rate of flora rooting within a block of lead was an estimated 200% below current growth rates.
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The third and current stage of the anomaly (documented (09/01/2006) is a second increase in the growth rate of flora, tripling the effect of the first stage. Flora now can grow to full maturity anywhere, within a few days and regardless of surface material. At this point, standard containment of SCP-6992 outside of Foundation sites and areas is now impossible. All Foundation efforts are to be redirected to maintaining current locations for as long as possible.
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Additional: Incident 6992-1
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On 11/05/2006 Foundation personnel at Site-05 were authorised to use the anomalous abilities of a KETER-class reality-bender SCP to contain or eradicate SCP-6992. SCP-7076 was instructed by its researchers to "wish all the plants to become normal." At approximately 07:19 on 11/05 SCP-7076's anomalous power activated. All planetary flora worldwide were transmogrified into caucasian middle aged men with facial appearances identical to the researchers assigned to SCP-7076. All transmogrified instances of SCP-6992 immediately became hostile to Foundation personnel.
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I take responsibility. It was my proposal to use Seventy-Six like that, and it fucked us. We can only assume that when it was used to make the flora become normal, its powers turned the flora into what Seventy-Six perceived as normal, which turned out to be the research staff assigned to it. I've lost contact with almost every location now, I think I might be the last one left.
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I have no choice but to activate the Reset Protocol. There's no saving this world anymore. For those that come after us, DO NOT USE REALITY BENDERS. I cannot stress that enough. Their powers are unpredictable and they always come with a cost, a cost we have paid in blood.
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We failed. I'm so sorry. -The Administrator
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The Administrator took another sip of his beverage, exhausted eyes staring at the last words on the screen. How many times had he seen that particular warning now? How many of his predecessors chose not to heed it or never saw it until it was too late?
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He glanced back at the potted plant. He had to continue the search. Time could be running out.
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The next record after that was from a Foundation that never saw 6992 coming until it was too late. He couldn't blame them for that though, no Foundation would be ready for something like that in 1898.
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More records were skimmed over, all from Foundations that had SCP-6992 occur much earlier than the others. It was frankly miraculous that these instances had found SCP-2000 and used Procedure Lazarus-01 in time, he had thought as he barely gave them a glance.
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He paused at the next record on the displayed list. No documentation, only a video file.
The face of an old woman filled the screen, her skin wrinkled with advanced age and pale with the absence of sunlight for so long. It made him wonder how long she had been down here by herself.
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"This is a video message to the next cycle, if there is another one. Like those that came before us, we have failed in our duty to secure, contain and protect this fragile existence we call life. Not for a lack of trying I'll have you know." She seemed to catch herself from going on a tirade with a heavy sigh, the creak of her chair as she shifted caught on the video.
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"Best start at the beginning I suppose. SCP-6992. The damn plants had to go and become an anomaly on our asses didn't they? 92 years dedicated to the botanical sciences, all down the proverbial drain.
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"Started sometime in the 90's, can't remember the exact date but we noticed it round the same time everyone else did. Plants growing at an advanced rate, started with common garden weeds before spreading to the flowers, then the crops, the bushes, the trees…" She waved a hand. "You get the picture. At the time I was excited, not often these old bones get to do some botanical research these days. Containment was complicated, but we managed it. Required us having to invest rather heavily in many gardening and agricultural enterprises, but it was all necessary to maintain the Veil."
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Her face fell. "Then the GOC in all their blundering stupidity did what they do best: something very moronic. I don't know if you have the Global Occult Coalition in your cycle or if they act the same, but for us they loved to destroy anything that even smelled anomalous. So you can imagine their faces when all the plants on the planet turned out to be one giant SCP." Despite the sullen look she gave a small chuckle at the thought. "They were hopping mad, trying to stop everyone from touching plants, working with plants, hell they even funded this massive campaign to get everyone to become pure meat eaters. Didn't have to interfere with that, the combined might of vegans and vegetarians handled that!
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"It was all pretty funny, up until they deployed a highly contagious virus with anomalous properties, engineered to kill off all the plants. We stopped laughing then." She looked away from the camera for a moment. "In hindsight we should've been more active in our GOI counter-ops, but what was done was done. What they did broke my heart, but I knew what was coming with 6992. I hated myself for not stopping it but at the time I weighed it as a necessary evil. I was so horribly wrong."
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A single tear rolled down her wrinkled skin. "Within a matter of days the GOC's virus mutated rapidly out of control. It stopped killing the plants and started killing everything else. Animals, insects, humans. No idea if 6992 caused the mutation or not, but within a week we had a global epidemic on our hands and the death toll was in the thousands. By the end of the month, it was millions. We poured everything we had into trying to stop what we called SCP-6001 by that point. It took five billion lives and almost a year to do but we contained it. Eradicated it."
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The camera panned back, revealing a room with practically every surface covered in beautiful blooming flowers of all colours. "As you can see, SCP-6992 reached it's third stage in that time. Seems like its stages advance more quickly if it isn't being actively combatted or contained. I knew the fight was lost by that point. We failed to contain it, too busy trying to stop another SCP. I've already initiated the Lazarus Protocol. Don't have any choice." She wiped her eyes free of tears with a shaking withered hand.
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"Whoever you are, wherever you are, keep these three words burning alive. Secure, contain, protect. This is the Administrator, signing off for the last time." She raised her arm in a shaky salute. The video ended after that.
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The Administrator grimly returned the salute to the screen. "Predecessor, rest well. Those words have meaning and purpose more so than ever."
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He reached for his cup and tried to take a sip, only to find cool dregs at the bottom. With a disgruntled sigh he set the cup down. He was nearing the end, a refill on caffeine could wait a while.
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After allowing a moment to stretch his sore muscles he went back to the search, his eyes passing over dozens of records and articles, reading the similar pattern of words again and again. The plants became anomalous, someone tried to contain them, the containment failed as usual, and whoever was left was forced to have hope that the people that came next would fix it. Hope that the cycle of life, death, and reset would end.
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The Foundations tried everything it seemed like. One attempted to engineer a virus like in the last video, and just like that virus it went out of control very fast turning humans into the walking dead. Others leaned heavily on the use of anomalies in their containment of SCP-6992; most failed, some backfired. One even caused a completely different XK Scenario to occur.
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Unsurprisingly several Foundations ignored the warnings of the past and tried to use reality-benders as a means of containment. It went as well as one would expect. In fact, one Foundation's folly led to 6992 developing a new fourth stage where the plants were able to root and grow from the flesh of humans and animal life like a fungal infection, an effect that reappeared in every iteration after its creation.
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The Administrator was starting to lose hope, the bottom of the list of past records was coming up alarmingly fast. Was his Foundation about to face the same fate? Was this a truly endless cycle?
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At just over a dozen records from the end of the list he was on the verge of giving up. So lost in his thoughts and worries that he clicked the next record open on autopilot, and had to pause the video and rewind it to make sure he heard it correctly.
An elderly African American man using a sleek metal cane to keep himself standing stared defiantly through the screen at the Administrator. Unlike the other videos, recorded in a room of Site-00, this one appeared to be filmed within one of the other Sites with the SCP emblem prominently visible in the background.
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"The cycle ends today." He declared with a voice full of authority and determination. He still had hope.
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"To whomever comes after us, listen very carefully. We have been trapped in an endless cycle with an anomalous effect frequently designated as SCP-6992 in previous iterations for long enough that I can't even access the first records of its appearance. They're buried deep under thousands and thousands of failures, of broken dreams and false hopes. I spent my first month as the Foundation's Administrator combing through every single record on this anomaly, and I have found a solution." He flashed a smile at the camera.
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"it's clear that the Foundation alone cannot stop SCP-6992 from manifesting and spreading. But two Foundations - or three, or as many as it takes - working together one after the other to continue the work started by us, by those that come after us… we might have a chance.
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"I spent the entire resources of my Foundation not focused on maintaining containment to research ways to contain SCP-6992. Several showed promise, but none of them we can achieve by ourselves. No one can, no one has enough time to get far enough by themselves."
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He reached into his lab coat and pulled out an external hard drive. "On here are sixty years of research and planning. We laid the groundwork, now you must continue it. And when your time reaches its end, pass it on. Keep the message going, keep giving them hope. The contents of this drive will be stored on the forbidden database. We'll also leave messages in areas not affected by the Reset Procedure such as SCP-2000, so someone knows to actually check the database in time."
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He glanced to the side as someone from off camera spoke in a hushed tone that the video failed to capture properly. He gave them a grim nod before facing the camera again with a sad smile. "I'm afraid our time is up. The fourth stage has started to emerge, and as much as I love a beautiful flower I do not plan on becoming a human sized plant pot for one. You know what to do." Someone handed him what was unmistakably a handgun which he took in one hand. He looked it over for a moment before smilling ruefully at the camera.
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"Good luck to you all. Secure, contain, protect." He raised the barrel of the weapon to his head. The video ended before the trigger was pulled.
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The Administrator checked and just as his predecessor had said there were hundreds of files dedicated to containing SCP-6992 attached with the video file. He was tempted to check them for their possible solutions and see what his Foundation could use, but there were still more records left. Only a handful now, but unlike the ones that came before each one had the actual, real promise of success.
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Eager with anticipation he left his desk and moved as swiftly as he could to grab more coffee. He needed to stay awake just a little longer, long enough to check the last records. To see what was left to be done.
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The next video was of an older gentlemen that reminded him of Clef, addressing him from the same room that he sat in now. He reported that some of the options from the last video were dead ends, but others showed promise. He announced that his Foundation would pool all of its efforts into the research needed for just one of the solutions: nanomachines smaller than the cells in a plant or a human. He explained that the science involved in making sure the nanomachines could stop the anomaly, keep themselves hidden so the Veil could be preserved, and to persist after the Lazarus Procedure would take several lifetimes to fully calculate and be understood.
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"Fortunately there's only an infinite amount of Foundation iterations left after us. I think we might get it done with time to spare," he told the camera with a wink and a smirk. They couldn't work on it any more, but the promise remained.
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"It's up to you now, whoever you are. Keep working with us, and those after you. We can do this!" He had declared triumpthantly as the video ended.
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The next video announced that work on developing the nanomachines was progressing slowly. Snags were hit with achieving the three requirements, but they were confident that the work could be achieved.
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The Foundation after them did what they could also, but didn't get much further. The Administrator could see the hope in his predecessor's eyes waiver as she relayed the news. The ones after them however reaffirmed that hope. Breakthroughs were made, plans for factories to build the machines and the plans for the nanites themselves were developed and refined repeatedly, each Foundation wanting to make sure that when it came time to contain SCP-6992 at last, it would work.
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The mouse cursor hovered over the last record, the one most recently added. The Administrator had to temper his emotions, though that feeling of doubt crept back in. There had been no messages left by the last Foundation. No words of guidance or warning like what had been left for the others were found. Did they succeed? Was it finally over?
The video opened with a smartly dressed middle aged woman standing behind the podium that bore the emblem of the Foundation superimposed over a symbol of Earth. It strangely reminded him of the White House press room. She smiled warmly as she gave the camera a brief wave of the hand.
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"Hello, my name is Samantha Flowers. I'm the 34th President of the SCP Coalition. The date is August the 12th, 2092. I am talking to you from Site-32 located on the Moon, and I hopefully have good news to give you.
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"If you have seen the other videos and records before this one then you know the impossible cause many have lived and died for. If you haven't, then please do so now. You wouldn't want anything spoilt." She chuckled and waited for a moment before continuing.
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"Okay then, in the last video our predecessors had refined the plans for the anomaly's containment to near perfection. Our Foundation decided that our iteration would be the one to make it a reality. They did the math and calculated the average time it took for SCP-6992 to manifest, and they realised they couldn't achieve full production and a sufficient quantity of the nanites in time, especially given the technological limitations of 1921, the year they learnt of all this.
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"So they took a different path to all the other Foundations; not only did they go public, but they went for total global unity. Considering some of the horrors and anomalies they had contained by then, I wasn't surprised that they brought the whole world together in just five years, united under three words: secure, contain, protect."
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The camera panned up to reveal the three words written in white on a black background just out of sight in the original shot, before focusing on Samantha again.
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"The entire world started to work on the factories which would build the nanites. We thought we could do it in time, but we weren't so lucky. 1968 was when SCP-6992's first stage manifested. The President at the time knew that unless the plan was changed, it would be delayed to the next cycle once again. He was determined not to let that happen. So we switched focuses from containment to the stars. We spent fifty years getting as many people as we could off the Earth and onto space stations, the Moon, and other planets. SCP-120 was a big help in that regard."
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Her smile faded as her face became forlorn. "The fourth stage manifested in early 2014. We were forced to leave the remaining population of Earth to die, and shot down any spacecraft that tried to make orbit. We didn't have a choice, SCP-6992 could not be allowed to leave the planet. We watched from space as the last lights of Earth went out one by one until the planet went dark, choked to death by its own nature.
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"Turns out that if SCP-6992 continues until it covers every inch of the planet, when there's no humans or animals or insects to help maintain the balance of nature, then the plants can't survive. Some hardy species that didn't require any intervention or help from fauna survived, but an estimated 90% of all flora species went extinct by 2080." She gave a sad shrug. "No one to spread pollen, to scatter seeds or to temper growth. Some people thought nature had turned against us, but the sad truth is that nature was always against itself."
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She took a deep breath and dabbed at her eyes with a pocket hankerchief. "But hopefully that won't happen to you. From the safety of space we had all the time and resources we ever needed to manufacture the nanites and an orbital delivery system that guaranteed global coverage, with the nanites to be distributed as soon as our cycle ends. As I speak, an expedition is on its way to SCP-2000 to initiate what we call Procedure Lazarus-01 but what the previous iterations have called the Reset Protocol amongst other variations."
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She walked out from behind the podium and closer to the camera. "Unike the previous iterations, who reset everything to a point just before the creation of the Foundation, we're turning back the clock to June 8th, 1921. The day we first learnt of SCP-6992. Its our hope that you and your Foundation won't have to worry about SCP-6992 at all, and the most concern you'll ever have is figuring out what you are going to give the number to instead of this.
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"That said, it's equally as likely that this plan fails. In which case its up to you to start this new cycle of cooperation all over again. Inspire and give hope to those after you." She gave the camera a wry smile. "No pressure, right?"
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She lifted her arm and activated a holographic display from her wristwatch, checking a series of unintelligible notes. "And that's everything. We'll never know if this works or not, but even as our cycle ends and yours begins I can at least dream that we did everything right, that we finally contained SCP-6992 and brought an end to this never-ending torment.
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"So, future Administrator or President or whatever you're called. Good luck." She saluted the camera with a look of determination. The video ended with a cut to three white words on a black screen beneath a familiar emblem.
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The Administrator leaned back in his chair trying to rub the tiredness from his eyes, but his exhaustion failed to dampen the smile on his face. "So that explains that…" he mumbled to himself. Now he knew the whole story. Or at least enough of it.
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His speakers emitted a cheerful electronic chirp and he sat up straight. There was a new email in his inbox from the O5 Council with the latest draft of SCP-6992. Fighting off the grip of sleep one last time he opened the email and opened the draft.
THE FOLLOWING DOCUMENT IS A PROPOSED DRAFT AND SHOULD NOT BE USED AS AN OFFICIAL REFERENCE OR DOCUMENTATION
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Item #: SCP-6992
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Object Class: OFFICIAL OBJECT CLASS AWAITING APPROVAL. PROVISIONAL OBJECT CLASS IS: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: Foundation assets are to monitor the fields of botany, biology and nanotechnology for any references or mentions of SCP-6992 and run disinformation and discredit campaigns where necessary to suppress the existence of SCP-6992. Experimentations of nanotechnology upon plant-based life are to be prevented by any means necessary.
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Description: SCP-6992 is a series of square-shaped nanites approximately 1 μm in diameter with the logo of the SCP Foundation printed upon the surface with limbs consisting of a fixed needle-like appendage on one side and approximately twelve flexible appendages for locomotion on all other sides. SCP-6992 is unable to be observed within the light spectrum and cannot be viewed via non-anomalous means. Samples of SCP-6992 show no identifiable anomalous materials used to construct it.
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SCP-6992 is present within all plant life on Earth and has yet to be found in any animal life, insect life or human life as of 04/23/2031. The population cannot be accurately calculated but is theorised to be in the octillions based on the average population density within a collection of surveyed hosts. Analysis reveals seeds forming with instances of SCP-6992 already present within them. Non-flora life forms consuming plant material with the nanites present have shown no adverse affects and the nanites are destroyed by the digestion process with no trace remains found within samples of excrement.
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SCP-6992 has to date displayed only two directives. The first directive is self-replication, using minerals obtained from within their host plants to reproduce. Current instances will fabricate replacements for older instances or impregnate developing seeds within a plant to allow SCP-6992 to spread when the seeds are removed. The second directive remains unknown. Observations and testing are currently in progress to identify the second directive. SCP-6992 has been observed to use its needle-like appendages to pierce the nucleus of plant cells as part of this directive. Examinations of plant cells and their nuclei before and after SCP-6992 instances perform its second directive show no changes or alterations.
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SCP-6992 was discovered during testing of an electron microscope with anomalous properties.1 Despite bearing the logo of the SCP Foundation, no records regarding the creation and distribution of SCP-6992 have been found. Origins remain unknown.
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He smiled ruefully. "I suppose time will tell if they managed to break the cycle. Though…" He stretched once more. "I feel hopeful indeed." Stifling a yawn he downloaded the draft and set to work editing a copy, using documents provided by the previous cycles to supply the information for his changes. Several hours and another cup of coffee later and two versions of SCP-6992 documentation sat in a folder on the screen.
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He sent the original draft back in an email to the O5, approving its contents but advising it to be restricted to Level 5 clearance. The edited copy remained exclusive to him and those that came after.
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"Let them live in blissful ignorance," he told the only other thing in the room. Turning in his chair to face the potted plant, he gave it a smile. "What surprises do you have for us next, I wonder?" he asked the plant, which predictably didn't respond. It didn't need to.
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One last task before he could finally rest. His edited copy of the draft was sent to the forbidden database, hopefully the last time the records of SCP-6992 will ever be updated. Turning off his computer and giving the plant a respectful nod, he left the room and shuffled in the direction of his sleeping quarters. For the first time in days, the Administrator dreamed of a happy tomorrow.
Special Containment Procedures: Foundation assets are to monitor the fields of botany, biology and nanotechnology for any references or mentions of SCP-6992-1 and run disinformation and discredit campaigns where necessary to suppress the existence of SCP-6992-1. Experimentations of nanotechnology upon plant-based life are to be prevented by any means necessary.
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As SCP-6992-1 is the current method of containing SCP-6992-2, all efforts are to focus on maintaining containment and concealment of SCP-6992-1.
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Description: SCP-6992 refers to two seperate but related anomalies affecting the natural flora of Earth.
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SCP-6992-1 is a series of square-shaped nanites approximately 1 μm in diameter with the logo of the SCP Foundation printed upon the surface with limbs consisting of a fixed needle-like appendage on one side and approximately twelve flexible appendages for locomotion on all other sides. SCP-6992-1 is unable to be observed within the light spectrum and cannot be viewed via non-anomalous means. Samples of SCP-6992-1 show no identifiable anomalous materials used to construct it.
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SCP-6992-1 is present in all plant life on Earth and cannot be found in any animal life, insect life or human life currently. The population cannot be accurately calculated but is theorized to be in the octillions based on the average population density within a collection of surveyed hosts. Analysis reveals seeds forming with instances of SCP-6992-1 already present within them. Non-flora life forms consuming plant material with the nanites present have shown no adverse affects and the nanites are presumed destroyed by digestion as no trace remains within samples of excrement.
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SCP-6992-1 has to date displayed only two directives. The first directive is self-replication, using minerals obtained from within their host plants to reproduce. Current instances will fabricate replacements for older instances or impregnate developing seeds within a plant to allow SCP-6992-1 to spread. The second directive is to contain SCP-6992-2 by the genetic modification of the host plant's DNA to prevent or suppress manifestation. Observations of the nanites have shown them using the needle-like appendage to pierce the nucleus of cells, presumably for the editing or transfer of genetic information contained within.
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SCP-6992-2 is a spontaneous anomaly that affects all known plant life on Earth regardless of origin. The manifestation of SCP-6992-2's effects cannot be accurately predicted but records from previous Foundation iterations show a manifestation period between 1898 and 20212. SCP-6992-2 has four stages. The first stage is the accelerated growth rate of plant life, spreading gradually from species to species but always starting with plants commonly identified as weeds.
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The second stage is instantaneous for all plant species, allowing plants to root and grow from almost any material currently known to the Foundation. The growth rate is dependant on the density of the material with plants showing decreased growth times in lead alloy surfaces compared to aluminium alloy surfaces. The third stage is a second accelerated growth rate, tripling the rate of growth from the first stage. The fourth and final stage is the ability for plants to sprout in and grow from living flesh. Records from previous Foundation iterations show this fourth stage is lethal with time until death dependant on the species of plant growing from the infected.
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So far SCP-6992-2 has been successfully contained and prevented from manifestation as of 04/23/2031.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7150 is currently contained at Site PT81; the infrastructure intended to comprise SCP-7150's containment solutions is part of Project Euphrosyne, which is currently headed by Maj. Cecilia Gaspar de Abreu, PhD. MD.
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SCP-7150 is contained in a special-purpose humanoid containment cell equipped with environmental control, life-support systems, subsystems for the maintenance of water & sewage, and the delivery of assets; moreover, the cell has received several accessibility adaptations in consideration for SCP-7150's decreased mobility. Audiovisual surveillance equipment is currently maintained by the AI Camomila. Considering the SCP-7150's anomalous effects, their containment zone has been projected with a fifteen-meter radius exclusion zone; only Project personnel may have access to SCP-7150.
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The specialized psychophysical accompaniment for the health & safety purposes of SCP-7150 is currently conducted by a body of medical specialists involved with the Project. Any interactions with SCP-7150 must be performed under constant audiovisual surveillance, including during any pre-programmed, or extraordinary activities.
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A sobriety coin is to be granted to SCP-7150 at every milestone of their alcoholism treatment. Any requests are to be provided at the discretion of the project manager in accordance with the safety regulations outlined in the Project's memorandum, and Site PT8's internal regiment.
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As means of providing maintenance to SCP-7150's status as a deity, and guaranteeing their continuous existence, Project Euphrosyne has outlined a set of actions to promote, and recognize their deific characteristics, and qualities through a series of internal informational works as means of aiding their psychophysical recovery.
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The Directorate for the Administration of Archives, and Security of Information of the Lusophone Foundation2 partnered with the Records and Information Security Administration of the Anglophone Foundation, and Site Concordia3, in order to provide access to project information to prospective researchers of international branches of the Foundation through indexation as an entry into the General Standardised SCP Object Index.
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Description: SCP-7150 is a humanoid entity with the appearance of a human female approximately 40 years of age. They currently weigh 65 kg, and measure 180 cm in height. The entity identifies themself as "Tyche", and claims to be the Greek goddess of chance, fortune, and luck.
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In terms of mechanical metaphysics, it is currently understood that SCP-7150 functionally manipulates a type of paraphysical energy associated with causality, and chance. The manipulation of this theorized resource effectively allows the entity to influence the rate of beneficial and detrimental probalistic outcomes of a given target, including its own. However, in order to highen one subject's amount of pataphysical energy to increase the rate of its fortunate events, it must be taken from another subject, thereby increasing this target's rate of detrimental probabilistic outcomes. This ability appears to be constrained to a ten-metre radius around SCP-7150 regardless of any other factors; no specific Foundation-made paratechnology currently in use is capable of inhibiting this ability as it does not specifically concern the alteration of substantial characteristics of reality.
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Records indicate that the effects of SCP-7150 were reported around the year 2000, when it was observed abusing its anomalous capabilities in the city of ███████, Portugal; these effects caused the entire municipality to suffer from a higher-than-average amount of unfortunate events; it was later found out that SCP-7150 profited from the beneficial probabilistic outcomes, such as locating large sums of lost money, winning local lotteries and gambling games, and exceptional performance in several video games with luck-based mechanics4.
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Although the impact of these events was initially negligible —, as they were limited to misplaced or lost items, poor weather, and a slightly weakened economic performance of the commercial sector in the metropolitan area —, the effects of SCP-7150 greatly increased in both numerosity, and intensity over time.
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By the year 2005, crime rates in the metropolitan area began to rise, notably forms of theft (including industrial theft), and property damage;
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By the year 2008, the municipality began suffering disproportionally from the onsetting economic recession, resulting in greater monetary, and property losses
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By the year 2010, the municipal government began having severe trouble maintaining the public infrastructure of the municipality; several cases of structural failures, and other related accidents sharply increased, causing a huge demand for public services such as civil defense, hospitals, and the police which the local offer couldn't handle;
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By the year 2013, both private, and public structures began exhibiting serious signals of damage, especially with electrical wiring, plumbing, and structural stability — analyses indicated that these were caused by extremely unlikely eventualities;
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By the year 2015, the municipality began suffering an extraordinary number of natural disasters, including health hazards such as highly infectious diseases;
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When SCP-7150 was finally contained in 2017, the municipality's total population had shrunk down to a seventh of its size; both public, and private infrastructure were in serious disrepair; all large-scaled employers had left the town, and the few businesses remaining were barely functioning; the effects of investments, and other such interventions only began to affect the municipality after SCP-7150 was transported outside of its geographical area to a containment facility.
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Before their containment, however, SCP-7150 managed to evade capture for over a decade via a series of (un)fortunate (mis)happenings; containment efforts were continuously frustrated due to numerous reasons such as sudden critical component failures of Foundation assets, the interruption of operations due to unexpected events, human error, and the unpredictability of the SCP-7150's actions due their near-constant state of inebriation.
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ABRIDGED LOG OF CONTAINMENT ATTEMPTS — SCP-7150
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Date: 02.09.2007
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Planned course of action: SCP-7150 was to be apprehended whilst they were walking on the sidewalk by driving up to them in an unmarked van and pulling them in.
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Results: SCP-7150 was approached whilst they were about to walk down a hill. The van pulled up as planned, but the vehicle's brakes failed to engage, causing the vehicle to pass the entity by as it uncontrollably drove down the hill; it was only stopped after causing a rear-end collision with another car.
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When first-responders arrived at the scene, Foundation personnel had suffered minor injuries; intervening police forces apprehended the task force on charges of illegal possession of weapons, conducting a vehicle without a permit, damage to the public, and private property, and 2 counts of wilful endangerment — as personnel had been caught without their seatbelts on.
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SCP-7150 observed the scene for several seconds before resuming their walk.
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Remarks: This was the first attempt to apprehend SCP-7150. Foundation personnel were released, and all the public records of the event were erased. Triage of the vehicle revealed that a brake line snapped due to a lack of maintenance.
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Date: 04.03.2008
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Planned course of action: SCP-7150 was to be apprehended by Foundation personnel posing as local law enforcement officers.
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Results: SCP-7150 was successfully apprehended in a restaurant under charges of theft; whilst they were being conducted, three actual law-enforcement agents arrived at the establishment for dinner, and identified the Foundation personnel as imposters.
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During the confrontation, SCP-7150, who was notably intoxicated, managed to free themself from the handcuffs, and stagger out of the establishment. Sgt. Coelho, who had kept watch in case of SCP-7150's escape, tailed SCP-7150 until they staggered, tipped over a trash can by accident, and spilt its contents over the sidewalk; Sgt. Coelho, who wasn't paying attention to the debris, ended up slipping on a banana peel, and falling on his back. Civilians at the scene called on first-responders, and didn't let Sgt. Coelho moved without first receiving medical assistance. SCP-7150 managed to escape stumbling across the streets.
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Remarks: Records indicated that a group of criminals were posing as police officers to kidnap people, and force them to withdraw money from their accounts; Foundation personnel was not apprehended; all public records of the event were erased; Sgt. Coelho is well.
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Date: 23.11.2010
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Planned course of action: The Germanophone Branch of the Foundation suggested that SCP-7150 could be engaged, and requested to voluntarily enter containment via negotiations; an officer of MTF DE10-ℭ "Bluthunde"5 was liaised with the Lusophone Foundation.
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Results: Agent Reder approached SCP-7150 when they exited a local supermarket; SCP-7150 greeted the officer, and they shook hands; when they were about to exit the area, SCP-7150's market bags's underside were ripped, and its contents spilt over the ground; when they squatted down to collect the items, a gunshot was heard.
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Agent Reder, who had moved in front of SCP-7150 after the spill in an attempt to assist in collecting the scattered groceries, was hit on his chest by a sniper round; SCP-7150 panicked, and ran away with the other civilians at the scene.
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Foundation personnel extracted Agent Reder from the scene, and transported him to get urgent medical care; personnel couldn't locate SCP-7150 amongst the civilian populace.
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Remarks: Lusophone Foundation officers tracked down the assailant, who turned out to be a GOC operative tasked with the elimination of SCP-7150 after they had been recognized as a major parathreat. Unfortunately, the GOC operative was found dead at his home; evidence suggesting that he had committed suicide shortly before the arrival of Foundation officers.
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Nonobstant of the GOC's accusations that the Lusophone Foundation has historically promoted an aggressive doctrine, and politics against GOC forces —, as well as allegations that, once again, the Lusophone Foundation has assassinated GOC operatives in retaliation, or due to their apparent classification of the GOC as a "terrorist organization" by the Lusophone Foundation, the GOC was provided with a complete criminal, and medico-legal report evaluating the situation as well as with the body of the operative perfectly conserved.
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Date: 13.06.2015
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Planned course of action: Reports indicated that the Fascist Council of the Occult6 had operatives looking to capture, and exploit SCP-7150's anomalous abilities.
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The Lusophone Foundation liaised with the Italian Branch of the Foundation's SSM-I7 "Sagitta Iovis", and the Centaur Class robot sentry #004 "Nessus"8 in order to engage FCO's forces which were moving towards SCP-7150's current location, dismantle the Council's operations, and safely secure SCP-7150.
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Results: Foundation forces engaged FCO's forces in combat outside the metropolitan area, halting their approach; the FCO agents released a chimaeric creature towards the metropolitan area; SSM-I, and "Nessus" detached from combat to engage with the chimaera, and destroy it.
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During the incident, SCP-7150 was apparently intercepted by FCO forces but managed to escape; footage from the domiciliar cameras showed that the Council's agents were victims of a series of accidents — the agent who tried to capture SCP-7150 with an electrical net was electrocuted to death when the apparatus malfunctioned; the agents that tried to shoot at SCP-7150 were either victims of negligent discharge, or mechanical failures of their weapons; during a vehicular pursuit, agents collided with civilians who were trying to escape from the mayhem caused by the chimaeric entity; at least 3 agents were crushed by debris.
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Once the chimaeric entity was destroyed, most of the FCO's forces fled the scene; SCP-7150 couldn't be located.
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Intercepted FCO communications revealed that the agents which survived the engagement with SCP-7150 suffered accidents; one passed due to a sudden cardiac arrest; one survived a plane crash, and died due to food poisoning in the hospital; and the engineers tasked with the maintenance of FCO's assets, despite insisting that the assets were well-maintained, and secured, suffered a series of accidents whilst operating, or tinkering with machinery.
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Remarks: The mission to dismantle the FCO's operation was successful, as well as the consequent cleaning, and disinformation procedures applied throughout the municipality.
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THIS DOCUMENT HAS BEEN DIGITALLY SIGNED BY MAJ. LUCIANO CASAGRANDE ALVARES.
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SCP-7150 was contained on 25.07.2017. According to surveillance records, they operated a vehicle whilst, apparently, extremely inebriated; the dangerous driving caused them to be pursued by police forces for several minutes; the pursuit only ended when their vehicle collided with another vehicle whose driver exhibited similar reckless behaviour.
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Lusophone Foundation forces embedded in first-response units arrived at the scene shortly after the accident; despite the grievous injuries they suffered, they were rescued alive from the wreckage, and transported to Site PT8 where they were allocated to the on-site Medical Department Urgent and Emergency Care Unit; surgical interventions managed to stabilize SCP-7150's health.
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TRANSCRIPT - INTERVIEW 7150-1
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The following is an abridged transcript of an interview conducted during the time when SCP-7150 was still recovering from most of their injuries; medical evaluation judged SCP-7150 apt to be interviewed. At the time, their containment chamber had been provisionally adapted with medical equipment.
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The interview was conducted by Captain Fernando Torres Silva, Md., a medical officer trained in investigative interviewing.
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Capt. Silva enters SCP-7150's containment chamber, pulling up a chair to sit directly beside SCP-7150, who remained in bed as their movement was constrained by several plaster casts.
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SCP-7150, apparently resigned, turns their head to face Capt. Silva.
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SCP-7150: You are not part of the regular medical staff that is taking care of me.
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Capt. Silva: You are right, but I am also a medic. I am Captain Fernando Torres Silva; one of the officers of this installation's medical department; although you haven't seen me, I've been taking care of you as well, SCP-7…
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SCP-7150: Tyche.
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Capt. Silva: Excuse me?
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Tyche: Tyche. Call me Tyche, please; not some random number, the jig is up anyway. Don't take away my true name as well…
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Capt. Silva: Tyche? Wasn't your name in the civil register- Wait… Tyche… THE Tyche from Greek mythology? Why, you'll excuse me again, but that is quite extraordinary—
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Tyche shows visible signs of happiness; they appear to attempt to nod, but their movement is constrained by a cast around their neck.
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Tyche: Yes! How do you know me?
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Capt. Silva: I would like to tell you that I've studied the Classics, or that our specialists managed to figure out your identity, but it is thanks to surfing Wikipedia during my free time.
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Tyche: That's absolutely fine.
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Capt. Silva: Now, tell me, Tyche — we found some of your personal documents; most are forgeries, of course, but you obviously haven't been using your proper name for a while now, have you?
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Tyche closes her eyes for several seconds, visibly uncomfortable.
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Capt. Silva: Well, I wouldn't reckon that it would be wise to use your proper name if you are trying to escape from something yes? Tyche, Fortun-…
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Tyche: Do not say that name again, please.
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Capt. Silva: May I ask you why is that, Tyche?
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Tyche: A lot of people think that we are one, and the same — sometimes they even lump us together with Heil. But, no. Fortuna is a fucking bitch — she stole my clout when the Romans came around; I've always been nice to her, even when she lived in my shadow! I was happy to take care of her, share my glory, spend time, and just… But once they met her, she did everything, and more to just… fuck with me, and take everything I had.
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Capt. Silva: Do you reckon she used you?
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Tyche: Yes! That ungrateful —; she just discarded me at the first opportunity. Even today people will occasionally pray upon "Fortune" for good luck; never upon "Tyche". I bet she slept with all the linguists of Rome just to have that way of spiting me. Well, she got it. That harlot is now livin' grand in Vegas whilst I am completely ruined — having to seek refuge in cities in the middle of nowhere!
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Tyche appears to be grimacing; they take a pause of several seconds whilst Capt. Silva reassesses their condition.
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Capt Silva: We are very interested in the events which transpired in the latest town you've taken… refuge, Tyche. Would you be comfortable if we talked about it right now?
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Tyche: I… I thought as much… Not really, but — I assume we need to. I have to embrace it.
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Capt. Silva: "Embrace" it?
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Tyche: One thing after another. I assume you want to start at the beginning.
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Capt. Silva: That would be ideal, Tyche.
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Tyche: Well, it all began several years ago, in erstwhile Hellenistic Greece, even before whom you folk know as "Zeus" —…
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Capt. Silva: And that was when you escaped to ███████?
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Tyche: No, that only happened after Eirene, and I lost a lawsuit against Demeter; our path—
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Capt. Silva: Okay. Sorry for interrupting you — but a lawsuit? If I may be privy — was it a civil case? What were the charges?
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Tyche remains silent for several seconds, avoiding Capt. Silva's gaze.
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Capt. Silva: You do not need to answer right now if you are uncomfortable, Tyche.
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Tyche: No, no… It is fine. We were accused of child endangerment, basically. You know, Eirene, and I liked to have Plutos around — he was like our own child —, so we'd always pick him up to travel around.
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Capt. Silva: I assume something happened?
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Tyche: Indeed. But it was a small accident! He didn't even get scarred, but when we got back, Demeter just freaked out, put on charges, and dragged us to court. We had the misfortune of getting Themis as the presiding judge. Now we have a restraining order —…
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Tyche: Well, I didn't have a lot before getting sued; with almost everything taken from me as compensation, I had almost nothing.
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Capt. Silva: That was when you decided to move?
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Tyche: Indeed. Greece had become rather uncomfortable to live in a while ago already; Eirene decided to immigrate to Argentina, or Brazil — I don't quite reckon. Since I was all alone, I decided to go somewhere else as well, and so I happened to move to Portugal. Just one itty-bitty-little-problem: I was completely broke.
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Capt. Silva: And what did you do to solve that problem, Tyche?
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Tyche: Weeeeeell… I used my powers to… steal other people's Luck. Not a lot, mind you — not at first, at least…
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Capt. Silva: You stole their luck?
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Tyche: Yyyyyes…
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Capt. Silva: Well, let's start simple; what do you mean by "stealing their luck"?
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Tyche: I mean it quite literally. Luck actually exists, you know.
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Capt. Silva stares at Tyche for several seconds. The silent eye contact is only broken once Capt. Silva begins perusing his mobile terminal. The interview is resumed shortly after Tyche's condition is reassessed.
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Capt. Silva: Well, considering that luck, as you say, is a type of — energy?
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Tyche: Sort-of. Yes.
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Capt. Silva: Couldn't you have created — produced — more luck for yourself, then? My apologies if this is a sensitive subject, but, shouldn't it be possible for a goddess such as yourself?
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Tyche: You flatter me. Yes, your assumption would be correct if only —… if only I had been just as powerful as I was back in the days of ancient Greece. My power has waned ever since those… stuck-up Roman deities invaded… — and, well, most of it has been usurped by that bitch Fortuna — so, I can only work with the luck I have available at the moment.
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Capt. Silva: I am following.
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Tyche: So, yes. I arrived in Portugal quite desperate, so the first thing I did was take a small piece of luck from a large part of the population — a little bit from everyone, so nobody would be hurt; nothing they wouldn't regain over time.
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Capt. Silva nods in acknowledgement.
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Tyche: It improved my own luck, but with time, some of my fortunate incidents turned out to be rather unfortunate — the car I won had rust on the underside; the money bill I found turned out to be a counterfeit; the house I bought cheaply turned out to have many structural failures; that kind of stuff.
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Capt. Silva: My apologies; is that something to do with the fact your powers waned, Tyche?
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Tyche: Yes, and no. Luck, and Fortune are always in balance; they try to balance each other out. Sure, there are people who are born lucky or unlucky, but even they have their own equilibrium. But taking luck from somebody is like building a tower in the hole you got the stones from; its peak will always be on the same level as the even ground, or just barely above it.
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Capt. Silva: I believe I can understand that, yes. I am assuming you already knew that.
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Tyche: Yes, I did, but my situation was very dire. So I started taking more, and more luck from people around me — which in turn caused me to be drawn into that forming maelstrom of misfortune as their bad luck started affecting the environment around me. It was like digging a hole to cover another.
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Capt. Silva: And when did you notice what your actions were causing, Tyche?
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Tyche: About… two months after I arrived?
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Capt. Silva: That is interesting; you must be very sensitive to these deviations; the collateral phenomena weren't so readily visible until almost a year after your arrival.
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Tyche: Yes. I am a tutelary goddess. That city, and the surrounding area were technically under my protection — as I viewed them as… well… home. Although, I admit that I did a very shitty job at it. Even if I am starved of belief, offerings, and prayers — it was still my… well… my job to protect them. I was forced to helplessly watch everything that happened to every inhabitant of that town — and, I couldn't help but accept that it was all my fault.
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Capt. Silva: I presume that is why you started drinking — as a coping mechanism?
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Tyche: Yes — I stopped using my powers, and drunk to forget but it was too late. I saw… how families lost their jobs, and were evicted from their homes because they couldn't afford rent anymore; I saw old people grow sick, and die agonising; I saw people falling into abusive habits, relationships… There… there was this apartment building in the northernmost freguesia… it was crumbling; leaning in a bit to the side; the civil defence had been called to demolish it but it wasn't safe to —…
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Tyche seems to swallow dryly.
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Tyche: …it lost a few of its shingles —, one of them hit a woman that had just come back from buying groceries, and was hurrying through the street —… her skull was caved in an instant — she had two children… They could just watch…
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The interview is halted for several minutes whilst Capt. Silva assesses Tyche's psychophysical state. It is then resumed once Tyche is emotionally stabilised.
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Tyche: So… as I stopped manipulating the luck around myself, all the bad luck, and misfortune I had staved off hit at once. My house started collapsing on itself, so I ran to my car, and tried to… tried to escape… escape somewhere to just disappear, finally — drive, and drive — but…
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Capt. Silva: — you suffered that terrible accident.
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Tyche: Things will go back to normal, eventually — I hope. There might be a wave of luck, and fortune but everything will even out eventually.
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Capt. Silva: Do you reckon that includes you, Tyche?
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Tyche: Well, yes, hopefully, but I don't know when. I am soaked with bad luck now. Theoretically, it could take decades for me to recover from this — it is all the misfortune of an entire town.
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Capt. Silva: I can guarantee that you are safe now, and we will do everything to help you out with this predicament, Tyche.
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Tyche avoids her gaze for several seconds before meekly smiling.
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Tyche: The doctors told me I was out for some time, and that I won't find any booze in here; even if I did, I would either vomit my stomach out, or die because of all the medicaments.
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Capt. Silva: That is true, yes.
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Tyche: Good. I want to get better.
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END OF TRANSCRIPTION.
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CLOSING REMARKS
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SCP-7150 appears to be a benign, and cooperative individual; it is recommended to treat the individual through idiosyncratic means; documents, and/or operational procedures should be appended to identify SCP-7150 through their given name "Tyche" rather than their SCP designation as means of appropriately continuing, and developing Rapport.
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According to the latest report by the medical team responsible for the project, it should be a priority to get Tyche prepared to engage with physical, and psychological therapies as soon as possible to provide them with the best chance for recovery.
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THIS DOCUMENT HAS BEEN DIGITALLY SIGNED BY CAPT. FERNANDO TORRES SILVA.
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The psychophysical treatments employed for the recovery of SCP-7150 managed to rehabilitate their health with minor difficulties, although their physical health could not be completely restored (they require the use of a cane for walking), containment procedures have been developed, and sophisticated throughout its stay at Site PT8 as means of reducing the chance, and factors which befell them during its initial months in containment.9
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7222 is allowed free roam of the Kagan Memorial Recreation Center's swimming pool, as the recreation center is within Site-19's SARC (Site-Adjacent Residential Complex). Allowing SCP-7222 to fulfill its purpose improves its morale, and has the nominal benefit of keeping the floor of the pool slightly cleaner than normal.
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Description: SCP-7222 is a Pool Blaster CX-1 submersible robotic vacuum cleaner specifically designed to clean the floor and walls of a swimming pool. It is capable of completely digesting any object within its waste compartment and using energy gained in the process to sustain itself without electricity and attaining high speeds exceeding 90 kilometers per hour on land. Additionally, it is sapient; it is hypothesized to have spontaneously gained self-awareness and intelligence due to a combination of its prolonged close proximity to multiple sapient Artificially Intelligent Conscripts employed by the Foundation, its repeated exposure to reality-altering entities and phenomena, and its endearing anthropomorphism by pool patrons and staff. Despite these traits, its performance as a vacuum cleaner is below average for a product of its type.
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SCP-7222 in action.
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SCP-7222 cannot vocalize and is unwilling to communicate directly with Foundation personnel; its sapience was initially hypothesized due to and confirmed via observation of its other patterns of behavior. It prefers to remain within the swimming pool in which it is employed at all times, and reacts to verbal stimuli from pool patrons and attending Foundation personnel1.
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Although most are unaware of its sapience, many pool patrons have been found to refer to SCP-7222 in endearing, anthropomorphic terms. These include referring to it using human instead of object pronouns, assigning affectionate nicknames to it, and encouraging it in its cleaning. Though this was initially conjectured to be caused by a memetic compulsion effect, it is most likely a result of pareidolia2.
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Addendum: Relevant Surveillance Camera Logs
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For additional context, transcripts of several of SCP-7222's interactions with pool patrons and staff and its reactions to their conversations will be included below. Logs are autotranscribed and updated by NLOCCFL-TESUCOAR-ELAK-ASBSTD.aic.
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SCP-7222 appears to be especially receptive to conversations pertaining to Lake Providence, a local landmark 10 miles to the north of Kagan Memorial Recreation Center. As Lake Providence was a popular swimming location before the establishment of Site-19 and its SARC in 1986, older patrons often bring it up in conversation while swimming in the pool; it is also well-known among younger generations for its local historical significance. Since 1955, more than 100 noteworthy artifacts have been discovered within the lake, and a newsworthy event has occurred at or near the lake every year since Foundation record-keeping began in 1967.
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Begin Logs
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(Security Officer Tyler Umen sits at his lifeguard post. It is 3:30 PM. The pool is at capacity. SCP-7222 can be seen moving across its floor.)
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(An elderly pool patron wades towards Umen.)
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Patron: Wow. Wow.
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Umen: What's up?
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Patron: Nothin'. Nothin'. Just taking it in. Feels fuckin' great.
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Umen: Especially on a day like this.
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Patron: Damn right. Especially for an old motherfucker like me.
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(The patron laughs. Umen grins politely.)
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Patron: Back when I was a kid it would've been Lake Providence.
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(SCP-7222, which is passing by the patron, pauses.)
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Patron: Yeah. It used to be more than just a shoe polish factory's dumping grounds. We didn't have to worry about any of the shit that's goin' on now. Just swimming in that cool, clean water.
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Umen: Heard someone died there recently. Some kid.
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Patron: Yep. The boy got a brain-eating amoeba.
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(The patron looks around, absentmindedly stirring the pool water at his waist.)
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Patron: Gotta clean that place out. Ain't nothing like swimmin' in a lake. I swear, if they cleaned Lake Providence out like it used to be you'd be out of work. Ain't nothing like it.
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(The patron wades away from Umen, and SCP-7222 continues moving across the floor of the pool.)
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(A group of people — presumably a family consisting of a grandfather, his children/children-in-law, and his infant grandchild — is gathered on the pool deck. It is 5:03 PM.)
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Patron (Father): …like that drought. I remember that.
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(An older patron in the group, presumed to be the former patron's father, nods.)
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Patron (Grandfather): Just what I'm talkin' about. That was a hell of a time. My uncle — he was a farmer — had to come over and sleep in our guest bedroom. Everything just dried up! But then-
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Father: At Lake Providence-
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Grandfather: On the bottom of Lake Providence. You know what they found? A fuckin' dinosaur! A fossil! The most perfectly preserved one ever found in this state. And when they sold it to the Natural History Museum in Philly, they got enough to pay for better irrigation systems. And back 20 years ago, remember that?
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Father: The old briefcase?
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Patron (Mother): Now what are you on about-
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Father: Don't tell me you don't remember that. It was in all the newspapers.
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Grandfather: Some young boy was out swimming, having a good time, and his foot brushed up against somethin' — and when he hooked it in his foot and pulled it up-
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Father: It was his grandpa's briefcase. Had all sorts of shit from the war in it.
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Grandfather: Old passport, army bible, Japanese flag he took as a trophy — his family'd been lookin' for that shit for years. And it was preserved! Nearly perfect! That's what I'm talking about. There's been more, probably tons of shit we don't know about it. And that's why they shut it all down.
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Father: All right, I was with you 'til now.
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Grandfather: Of course you don't know what's really goin' on. Why do you think we can't swim there no more?
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Mother: The brain-eating amoeba.
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Grandfather: Now, somethin' doesn't quite add up. 'Cause I was over there dippin' my whole head under every week when I was — since I was Niveah's age, and I didn't get no brain-eating ameoba or plankton in my head or nothing. And the shoe polish factory only came to town after the dinosaur, and the briefcase, and loads of other shit made the news.
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(The older patron taps his head with his finger.)
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Grandfather: Lake Providence was a gift from God. And they don't want nobody gettin' any closer to God or nature. That's why we can't go there no more.
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Mother: Who's "they?"
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Grandfather: That's why we gotta go to the pool. They want our kids to go in there and get that chlorine all in their brains so they don't wanna go out no more and get addicted to League of Legends or World of Minecraft or that Satanic Grand Theft Auto bullshit. It's all part of their plan to control us all.
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Father:(To mother) This is what I was warning you about.
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Grandfather: Laugh at me all you want! Laugh at me all you want. But the fact is — we gotta take matters into our own hands. Someone's gotta clean out Lake Providence himself, 'cause the government ain't doin' shit.
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Mother: Whatever you say.
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(The younger male patron points at Security Officer Darryl Hayman, who is sitting at a lifeguard post adjacent to the pool's shallow end. Hayman turns to him.)
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Father: Careful now. You never know who they've got listening to you.
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Hayman: What?
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(The older patron shakes his head and sits back.)
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(For the past few minutes, SCP-7222 has been clinging to the wall of the pool closest to the family and bobbing at the surface of the water. When their conversation ends, SCP-7222 returns to the pool's floor and continues moving across it.)
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(Drs. Jeremiah Cimmerian and William Wettle stand in the pool next to the rope delineating the shallow and deep ends. It is 6:20 PM — adult swim. They and an older civilian are the only people in the pool.)
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Cimmerian: …short notice. Still, it's good to be able to relax before getting into it.
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Wettle: Sure. If that's what you want to call it.
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(Cimmerian glances at Wettle.)
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Cimmerian: I was the one who twisted Simmons' arm into letting us have a little break, you know. I've been briefed on everything else you've had to do. I mean, it's no lake day, but you could at least pretend you're enjoying yourself more than usual.
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Wettle: All right. This is better than a day at the lake. I'll give you that.
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Cimmerian: I know Lake Providence isn't as nice as it was when I was a kid, but it'd be better than this. No chlorine, no strangers' bodily fluids — a lot bigger and deeper, too.
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Wettle: Are you sure you know who I am?
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(Cimmerian shrugs.)
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Cimmerian: What's the worst that could've happened?
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(Cimmerian turns away. SCP-7222 passes behind him. It runs over Wettle's foot, then turns in the direction of a nearby penny.)
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Wettle: Ow! Shit!
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(SCP-7222 passes over the penny but fails to pick it up, instead launching it upwards with such force that it exits the pool and arcs perfectly into Wettle's mouth. Wettle begins to choke and clutches at his throat.)
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Wettle: Help.
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(SCP-7222 turns around and quickly moves away from Wettle before disengaging itself from the pool floor and colliding backwards with Wettle's lower abdomen. Nothing happens; Wettle continues choking, and SCP-7222 moves away from him again. Taking a longer running start, it rams Wettle again with more force — the penny is dislodged from his throat, but he loses his footing and falls backwards onto the rope delineating the deep and shallow ends of the pool. The penny bounces off Cimmerian's head and lands on the pool deck in front of him.)
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Cimmerian: Oh, look.
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(Cimmerian picks up the penny and turns to Wettle. The latter man is in the process of attempting to disentangle himself from the rope.)
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Cimmerian: Did something happen? I was dozing off.
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(Wettle glares at Cimmerian. SCP-7222 begins to move away from the two men.)
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(SCP-7222 is moving across the pool floor towards an orange object, presumably a rubber hairnet. It drives over the object and fails to pick it up. It repeats this several times before turning away.)
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(A pool patron — a young man — passes by, watching SCP-7222.)
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Patron: Come on, little buddy. You can do it.
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(SCP-7222 turns back towards the hairnet and passes over it without picking it up again. It repeats this five more times, driving backward and forward. On its sixth try, it finally picks up the hairnet and sucks it completely into its waste compartment. The patron applauds.)
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Patron: There you go! Good job!
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(Security Officer Umen, sitting at his lifeguard post, laughs and addresses the patron.)
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Umen: Don't patronize him. It'll go to his head.
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Patron: How? He hasn't got one.
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(Both laugh. SCP-7222 continues slowly away from them into the pool's deep end.)
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(It is 6:54. Five patrons remain in the pool. Security Officer Umen stands by the poolside, looking at his phone with his whistle in his mouth. At 6:55, Umen blows the whistle.)
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Umen: Almost 7:00! Everyone out the pool! It's closing time!
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(The patrons leave the pool and begin to pack their things. SCP-7222 appears to pace across the bottom of the pool. Security Officer Hayman unlocks a gate to a walkway leading to the recreation center.)
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Hayman: Make sure to grab your clothes, your keys, and don't forget your kids!
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(SCP-7222 climbs up the wall of the pool, exits, and moves towards the end of the pool deck farthest from the patrons and the two security officers. It pauses before moving back into the pool — it appears to have left a necklace and two mismatched hoop earrings on the deck.)
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(The patrons have all exited. Umen and Hayman begin to clean the pool deck and fish trash and leaves out of the pool. Umen notices the jewelry from afar and walks over to retrieve it.)
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Umen: Hey, Darryl. Someone left some jewelry here.
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Hayman: Give me it. Might still be able to get it back to whoever lost it.
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(Hayman walks to Umen, converses with him for a few seconds, and takes the jewelry.)
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(While the security officers are occupied, SCP-7222 exits the pool and quickly moves to the open gate.)
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(Hayman brings the jewelry to the pool's front gate, shouts after the patrons who remain in the recreation center's parking lot, then places the jewelry on a table next to the entrance. He shouts at Umen.)
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Hayman: I'll just leave it over here. Whoever lost it's gotta come back for it tomorrow.
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Umen: Sounds good.
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(Umen returns to cleaning the pool. After a few seconds, he stops, scans the pool and the pool deck, then shouts at Hayman.)
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Umen: Where's 7222?
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(Umen and Hayman are reviewing security camera footage on the recreation center computer. SCP-7222 can be seen exiting the recreation center's parking lot and hesitating before turning right.)
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Umen: Where could it possibly be going?
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Hayman: It's probably gonna show up somewhere. All we've got to do is report the breach. I don't-
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(Umen sits up and snaps his finger.)
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Umen: Oh, my god.
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Hayman: What?
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Umen: Lake Providence. It's going to Lake Providence.
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Hayman: How do you- oh. Oh, that's gotta be it.
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(Umen and Hayman stand up. Umen retrieves a shepherd's hook3 from the side of the pool and follows Hayman to his car.)
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(Security officers Umen and Hayman are in Umen's car. Hayman drives; Umen holds the shepherd's hook out of the car and uses his free hand to hold his cell phone.)
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Umen: …surprised this didn't get through earlier, considering we've got an active containment breach on our hands, so — look. All we need is a task force equipped for nonlethal small entity capture on Access Road 19-03. That's all I'm — which one? SCP designation 7222. Are you… stop laughing!
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(Umen huffs and throws his phone into the backseat.)
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Umen: She hung up.
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Hayman: Figures.
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(Far ahead of the car, SCP-7222 becomes visible moving down the shoulder. Hayman points.)
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Hayman: We don't need 'em. Get ready.
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(Umen leans out of the window, holding the shepherd's hook in both hands. Hayman accelerates the car, and they quickly gain on SCP-7222.)
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Umen: Is it getting faster?
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(SCP-7222 accelerates, and Umen swipes at it with the hook. He misses, and SCP-7222 overtakes the car.)
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(The car and SCP-7222 pass a sign: LAKE PROVIDENCE — 1 MILE.)
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(The car trails behind SCP-7222 by approximately three meters.)
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Umen: Speed up!
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Hayman: On this road?
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Umen: We can't let this thing break containment.
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Hayman: Come on, man. They don't even care.
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Umen: We can't.
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(Hayman sighs, stares grimly forward, and accelerates the car. It closes in on SCP-7222 by one meter before the entity quickens its pace. The car now trails behind SCP-7222 by approximately five meters.)
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Hayman: I'm not getting us in an accident over that thing.
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(Lake Providence becomes visible. SCP-7222's pace becomes faster as it rounds the last curve to the lake.)
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(SCP-7222's speed is such that its treads begin to melt. It leaves long lines of burnt rubber behind it as it continues forward.)
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(Approximately ten meters from Lake Providence, a large portion of the left side of SCP-7222's casing spontaneously shatters. SCP-7222 continues forward unimpeded.)
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(Approximately six meters from Lake Providence, SCP-7222 crosses from the road into the grass. The change in terrain and the entity's speed cause it to tumble end on end before coming to rest upside down approximately three meters from the edge of Lake Providence. Officers Umen and Hayman stop their car, exit, and run towards it.)
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(SCP-7222 twitches, rocks itself back and forth, and rights itself. Umen dives at it, but it narrowly escapes and moves the remaining distance to Lake Providence.)
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(As Umen and Hayman look on, SCP-7222 moves into the lake. It activates its vacuum, and plumes of soil from the lakebed are sent up by the motion. As the soil settles, SCP-7222 becomes partially buried. As it continues deeper into the lake, it buries itself further.)
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(After one minute, SCP-7222 is no longer visible. Umen and Hayman stand by the lakebed. Umen curses, turns away and begins to brush grass off of the front of his shirt and pants.)
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Hayman: I'll call them this time.
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Umen: Thanks.
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End Logs
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Addendum: Updated Containment Procedures
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SCP-7222 is most likely still active within Lake Providence, as is evinced by the frequent detection of small upwellings of soil consistent with its exhaust patterns from the bottom of the lake and the fact that it still has not been found despite extensive sweeps of the surrounding area. As its presence within the lake is hardly noticeable and it does not and likely will never exhibit any desire to leave, its containment procedures have been revised to allow it to roam freely within Lake Providence.
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Of note: since SCP-7222's introduction into Lake Providence, the lake's Naegleria fowleri (colloquially known as "brain-eating amoeba") population has declined considerably.
Central Normalcy Authority Iteration 940662b90e78660244bce96e7776dc7f, "Our Foundation" of Canonical Bundle DW17 Timeline Delta-Blue, has been formally audited regarding compliance with organizational objectives outlined in Articles 0.2 and 1.7 of the 1981 Multi-Foundation Coalition Agreement. Advance notice regarding this audit was not established, as this Iteration's Oracle position has been left vacant for several decades, with no suitable replacement representative made known to the Collective.
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The following report consists of recovered files regarding the Iteration in question, presented to both document this audit and evoke its verdict. The audit was manually conducted under direct supervision of Oracle-Prime, and its verdict may not be refuted.
SUMMARY: Misuse of Authority resources precipitated enhanced ascension of Tier-IV Cosmological Anomaly (TRANSCENDENCE). Repair to local Noöspheric Rhizome in-progress.
SUMMARY: Misuse of Authority resources precipitated enhanced ascension of Tier-IV Cosmological Anomaly (DECEIT), and ejection of additional rogue element. Iteration's Ethics Committee status unclear.
Undated document from the desk of Dr. Dougall Deering.
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What is waste?
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The dictionary defines… well, nothing actually. We define. The dictionary only records our definitions. Even that term is misleading, "the dictionary," as though there were only one. Merriam-Webster probably says that waste (noun) is nothing but a useless byproduct of something better. Accurate so far as it goes, but it doesn't go nearly far enough. That's our fault. The worst kind of waste they're aware of is spent nuclear fuel, or carbon dioxide in the atmosphere. Their definition was written without having borne witness to the irreducible Nascimbenium cores powering innumerable impossible mad science projects, or the infernal combustion engines punching holes in the noözone layer with their demonosulfuric emissions. That's the kind of waste our dictionary takes into account. Metal that absorbs psychic signals and grows like cancer. Balls of backward-flowing time. Orichalcum, adamant and ectoplasm. The Colostomy from Out of Space. An endless catalogue of Anomalous fallout and excreta which only we can ameliorate, because only we can see it, because we set the world up that way.
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But we're getting tired of seeing it. After all this time, this endless uphill landfill-slog, we need to see clear blue sky beyond our horizon of trash.
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If only putting the waste out of mind could also put it out of sight. One might be forgiven for wishing that the very concept could be erased from our manifest of magic, as the gutters overflow with Anomalous ooze and the grey goo projections turn perilously proximal. One might be forgiven for wishing that the dictionary truly did define, and that by changing the definition of waste, we could change the very thing itself.
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But forgiveness is never guaranteed. That's what gives it meaning.
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Undated photograph from the files of Dr. Dougall Deering.
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INCIDENT REPORT AAFD-I-2028-37
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DATE: 2028/09/08
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FOREWORD: Minor hazardous materials breach. See attached interview transcript.
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RECORDING OFFICER: Dr. Nhung Ngo (Chair, Psychology and Parapsychology, Site-43)
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« BEGIN TRANSCRIPT »
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<Dr. Dougall Deering, Chief of Acroamatic Abatement at Site-43, is sitting across from Dr. Ngo at her desk. His hands are bandaged. He is very still, as he is recovering from heavy sedation. There is a small red plastic box on the desk beside Dr. Ngo's recording device, decorated with the heraldry of a confectionery company. He is staring at it.>
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Dr. Ngo: We'll ease you into this.
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Dr. Deering: Okay.
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Dr. Ngo: What were you doing in Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-D on September the 8th, 2028?
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Dr. Deering: Supervising a flush.
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Dr. Ngo: And what does that entail?
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<Dr. Deering's voice is flat and without affect, as though he is reciting from memory.>
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Dr. Deering: AAF-D is the powerhouse of 43's abatement plant. It's the single largest Anomalous waste facility ever constructed. Since the effluence crisis escalated globally, it's been doing non-stop quadruple-duty. Every few years we have to shut it down, for a period not exceeding one hour — anything longer and the whole system backs up irrecoverably — and pump the overflow into the anachronic sump below the Site.
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Dr. Ngo: Why?
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Dr. Deering: Because output is severely lagging behind input. We're overwhelmed, and we're operating on triage principles. Any substance requiring too much time or too heavy a resource commitment to abate has to be set aside as impractical, because certain other abatements are too time-sensitive to delay. Some of the Anomalous effects of the waste we process can worsen the longer they're kept in the pipeline, and that's not even getting into what it does to the pipes themselves. When we perform the flush, they're often already white-hot, or ice cold, or humming obscenities in Latin. It's always a close call, because we can't afford to do it more regularly. Not on our schedule.
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Dr. Ngo: So this flush resets the equipment to factory?
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Dr. Deering: Not hardly. It just buys us a little more time. The next flush…
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<Dr. Deering sighs. His tone is becoming strident.>
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Dr. Deering: Probably not even a year.
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Dr. Ngo: But you can still pump what you can't abate into the sump, right.
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Dr. Deering: For now. Not for much longer. It's getting full.
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<Silence on recording.>
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Dr. Deering: You can cut to the chase now. I don't… I don't feel anything anyway.
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Dr. Ngo: You're on a lot of painkillers. That's normal.
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Dr. Deering: Sure.
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Dr. Ngo: Who was in charge of the flush this year?
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Dr. Deering: Deputy Chief of Janitorial and Maintenance Ph— Philip Eugene Deering.
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Deputy Chief Deering.
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Dr. Ngo: Your brother.
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Dr. Deering: My… yes.
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Dr. Ngo: And you were supervising him?
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Dr. Deering: Yes. No. I was… visiting him.
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Dr. Ngo: Visiting him? You work at the same facility.
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Dr. Deering: Yes. We've been here together for decades, but we haven't been here together at all. I never speak to him. I don't want to get into that, we just… we aren't close.
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Dr. Ngo: What did the two of you talk about?
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<Dr. Deering nods at the box on the table.>
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Dr. Deering: That. I found it in an old box in our parents' house, cleaning out the basement. I thought he'd like to have it. I bought it for him from the general store when we were children.
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Dr. Ngo: May I?
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Dr. Deering: Go on.
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<Dr. Ngo picks up the toy. It consists of a single sliding compartment. She slides it out, then back in, then back out again. She shrugs.>
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Dr. Ngo: What does it do?
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<Dr. Deering smiles faintly.>
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Dr. Deering: It makes things disappear.
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Dr. Ngo: What?
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Dr. Deering: Put something in it. Your pin, maybe.
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<Dr. Ngo unclips her Site-43 badge pin and places it inside the compartment. She closes it. She opens it again. The pin is missing. She closes and opens the compartment several more times. The pin is still missing.>
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Dr. Ngo: How does it work?
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Dr. Deering: It's magic. I'm an occultist, you know.
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Dr. Ngo: Did you end up giving it to him?
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Dr. Deering: No.
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Dr. Ngo: What happened instead? Take your time.
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Dr. Deering: I'm not as familiar with the layout of F-D as I used to be. They've had to make a lot of changes to keep up with the pressure. There was a valve…
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Dr. Ngo: On the junction between the…
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<Dr. Ngo checks her notes.>
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Dr. Ngo: …orphic and ambichronological outflow pipes. What does that mean?
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Dr. Deering: Two very different types of esoteric effluence in side-by-side conduits. There's a junction connecting them with a series of impregnable stoppers operated by remote control, for combining their contents under specific emergency circumstances. Intermixing in rigorously-controlled amounts to neutralize both in the case of an overflow. The valve is only there to allow manual access during accidents, since it's impossible to do this with the appropriate level of care by hand. It shouldn't have moved just because I bumped into it.
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Dr. Ngo: So why did it? Metal fatigue?
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Dr. Deering: Maybe. Every individual facility is suffering from budget crunch, and the equipment is aging rapidly. But no… no, I think we were actually in the early stages of a total collapse already, and this was just the first sign. Those pipes were full to bursting, when they should have been almost empty…
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Dr. Ngo: Are you suggesting they hadn't been flushed properly?
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Dr. Deering: No. I don't… I can't see how. Look, they're under a lot of pressure, the people who work in AcroAbate. And the materials are unpredictable. There could have been some sort of duplicative reaction. The point is, there was a lot more effluence in the system than expected, and a lot of it's still in there now. It might have come blasting out anyway, even if I hadn't hit the valve.
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<Dr. Deering sighs.>
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Dr. Deering: But I did, so it happened the way it did. But it didn't make a difference, it definitely didn't really make a difference.
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Dr. Ngo: What happened next?
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Dr. Deering: The materials mixed inappropriately, and the orphic outflow instantly became every version of itself it had ever been: before, during, and after abatement, simultaneously. It looked like an army of technicolour ghosts all melted together, bursting out of the pipes like steam.
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Dr. Ngo: And then?
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Dr. Deering: And then Phil… Deputy Chief Deering, headed for the suction pump controls near the break. Every room and corridor in the entire facility has these controls; all he had to do was turn a single handle and all the emergent phenomena would get sucked into the sinkhole without further incident.
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Dr. Ngo: But that's not what happened.
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Dr. Deering: No. Instead, he was met halfway by some… thing, which manifested behind him, between us, away from the ghostflow. Something writhing, ethereal. It sucked up most of the airborne effluence, then crunched itself down to his size… I could hear the crunching, and then—
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Dr. Ngo: You don't have to r—
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Dr. Deering:<shouting> And then it moved right through him, overlaid itself on him, coiled around him and started to shrink. And his eyes rolled back, his skin shrivelled in against his bones and split where his organs were, and they burst out of him, and he melted into a pile of… all over the floor… and it was gone, and he was…
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<Dr. Deering heaves ineffectually, hyperventilating for several seconds before recovering.>
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Dr. Deering: I don't think he felt it.
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Dr. Ngo: And then you turned the handle yourself.
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Dr. Deering: I don't remember.
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Dr. Ngo: It was captured on camera.
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<Dr. Ngo gestures at Dr. Deering's hands.>
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Dr. Ngo: It's how that happened. The controls were compromised. The ghosts were out too long.
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Dr. Deering: I don't remember.
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Dr. Ngo: You've been traumatized, of course—
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Dr. Deering: If you got it all on camera, why drag me through this again?
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Dr. Ngo: I needed to hear your version for the report.
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Dr. Deering: My…? My version? What the fuck does that mean?
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Dr. Ngo: It's just standard procedure, doctor.
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<Silence on recording.>
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Dr. Ngo: How do I get my pin back?
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Dr. Deering: Shake it to the left. Hard.
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<Dr. Ngo shakes the box, then opens the compartment. She retrieves her button, and reaffixes it to her jacket.>
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Dr. Deering: It was never gone. A slide to the right, and a little mirror to hide the evidence. No magic at all.
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<Dr. Deering shakes his head.>
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Dr. Deering: Just a trick.
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« END TRANSCRIPT »
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AFTERWORD: This interview reaffirmed Dr. Deering's testimony in the immediate aftermath of the accident, in which he reported the presence of a rogue entity unrelated to the overflowing materials and responsible for his brother's death. No personnel reviewing the security camera footage of the incident are able to perceive said entity, even under mnestic treatment.
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On the recommendation of Dr. Ngo and Chief Torosyan-Deering of Janitorial and Maintenance, Dr. Deering has been prescribed one year's mandatory mental health leave.
Parachronology, P. M. Center, Logistics Branch
+Acroamatic Abatement, Applied OccultismSections
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Place H. MD., PhD.,
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ASSIGNED SITES
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RESEARCH HEADS
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Site-43,
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Chief Dougall A. Deering,
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S. C. PROCEDURES: SCP-7243 must, and must only, abate acroamatic waste materials which do not exist;.Absentia-Class Anomalies are employed by the Foundation in ensuring the absence of non-existent phenomena. it cannot, under any circumstances, be used to neutralize anything measurably extant. This procedure is a factual result of SCP-7243's operation, and requires no active maintenance.
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Minimization of existing esoteric effluence is achieved, globally, by strict adherence to the following procedures:
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All contained Anomalies must undergo regular inspection to monitor trends in production of Anomalous waste byproducts;
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All such trends must be reviewed by Acroamatic Abatement personnel to determine existential abatement qualification;
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Candidates generating effluence with sufficient frequency, quantity, and/or toxicity are designated SCP-7243-A;
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Each affected containment facility must coordinate the installation of secure waste collection and storage mechanisms, as needed;
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Each SCP-7243-A's respective waste collection system must remain active if, and only if, it spontaneously ceases generating waste;
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If any SCP-7243-A spontaneously resumes generating waste, its collection system must be deactivated, and Logistics immediately notified;
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The Logistics Branch must maintain a global network of consolidation and supply lines for transport of non-existent.For clarity: all components of this network must be designed to securely handle full payloads of volatile acroamatic material, despite the fact that these payloads will be absent, and the entire network will handle precisely nothing. effluence to Site-43;
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All acroamatic material in absentia must be voided, from empty containers, into SCP-7243's central aperture.
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Members of ATF Digamma-7243 are remanded to the grounds of Site-43, and may not leave without obtaining express permission from Research Head / Taskforce Commander Dr. Ilse Reynders.
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What is waste?
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Waste is when a thing full of life and promise, a thing of beauty, is obliterated before its full potential is realized. Waste is snuffing out a light in our darkest hour.
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Waste is death.
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And I am going to kill it.
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Undated photographs extracted from a malfunctioning personal camera. Metadata unrecoverable.
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ADDENDUM 7243/I: Scientific Context
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ACROAMATIC ABATEMENT AND YOU:
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IN CASE OF EMERGENCY, DO NOT BREAK GLASS
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In submission to the Foundation Academic Consortium
+by Dr. Ilse Reynders, PhD. in hexadecuplicate
+2026/08/05
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Abstract
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In principle, the Foundation only considers neutralization of Anomalous phenomena where containment is infeasible and un-containment is undesirable; generally, if one Anomaly produces another, that new phenomenon should also be contained and studied. When these by-products are generated continuously, however, their containment will eventually become infeasible, and so the criteria is met for their disposal.
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Mass containment facilities (particularly those specializing in biological containment) are already equipped with immense infrastructures for disposing of conventional waste. Unfortunately, these systems cannot contend with unconventional waste, the esoteric properties of which may eventuate any number of unforeseen issues. Each year, innumerable breaches are caused by the reaction of multiple Anomalous substances in spaces they should never have occupied in the first instance — garbage dumpsters, sewage tanks, ventilation systems and the like. This leaves our most crucial Sites with the issue of storing, transporting, and neutralizing large concentrations of volatile esoteric effluence, on a case-by-case basis, for an arbitrary number of Anomalies, with arbitrary properties, ad infinitum.
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This is the ever-progressing front on which Acroamatic Abatement does battle. It attempts to generalize the problems of safe storage, transport, and amelioration for arbitrary acroamatic waste. These are extremely messy problems to solve, and not just in the practical sense:
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Theoretically, Acroamatic Abatement deals in the development of containment and neutralization techniques for all possible Anomalous effects, and accounting for their potential interactions with all other Anomalous effects. At time of writing, no singular inciting element has been identified as the cause to which the entire known range of Anomalous phenomena can be attributed; in the opinion of this acroamaticist, no such element exists. Definitionally, Anomalies subvert generally-accepted models of how reality works, and so their classification is determined by whether they are congruent with our limited human understanding — there is no "Swann boson" (Pickman et. al, 2021) or similar phenomenon that grants a substance the quality of defying expectation.
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It is, therefore, impossible to develop a comprehensive technique which can strip any arbitrary substance of its Anomalous properties with certainty, short of developing rigorous scientific explanations for those properties and conveying them pedagogically to the human populace entire. As such, the primary approach of Acroamatic Abatement has been to group esoteric substances into broad classes based on their properties, developing containment and treatment strategies for each class and subclass therein. This classification system is necessarily non-rigorous, and cannot comprehensively describe all acroamatic material (for reasons aforementioned), but a more effective model has yet to be developed.
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END ADDENDUM
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The following hard-copy correspondence transpired between Dr. Dougall Deering and Chief Amelia Torosyan-Deering prior to the proposal of SCP-7243.
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[CHIEF TOROSYAN-DEERING]
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You killed my husband.
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[DR. DEERING]
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I couldn't save him. If I'd had even one second to react, I would have. I'm sorry the system let him down, let you down. I'm sorry we let it decline so far and so fast. At this point we can't even begin to predict how these increasingly volatile materials will interact with each other and our obsolete equipment. The entity which killed Philip could have resulted from any number of vectors; it will never be possible to blame any one in specific. All we can do is rededicate ourselves to the cause he gave his life for, do it better, do it more efficiently, do it right.
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[CHIEF TOROSYAN-DEERING]
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You killed my husband. You. Only you.
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[DR. DEERING]
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Amelia, nobody on Earth understands what you lost the way I do, and so I understand if you need someone to blame. I'm in charge of AcroAbate, and whatever happens under that umbrella is on me. That's the job. But we can't lose sight of the fact that what killed Philip was an extreme statistical outlier under nobody's control, a nasty twist of fate that we can't even comprehend, let alone measure or mete out justice to. After all of our efforts, things like that still exist. They're even multiplying. If we dwell on our mistakes, they'll overtake us. We can't give up on our quest to figure out where all of this is coming from, and how to send it back there. If we do, it wins. If it wins, Philip died for nothing.
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[CHIEF TOROSYAN-DEERING]
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You can't even call him your brother. Not even in a letter. Take responsibility for once in your life, you smug sack of shit!
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There never was any entity. You're the only one who claims to have seen it, and whatever you might believe, you're not that fucking important. You know what Phil told me when I asked if you were coming to his Deputy Chief promo? "Probably not. He'd be too ashamed." And you know what else? He'd internalized that for so long, he didn't even think to be sad about it. It was just the way things were, to him. I think that's when I realized I was going to have to hate you, well before you finally did something to really, truly earn it.
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You're incapable of facing up to anything you think reflects poorly on you, so you make up excuses for why you shouldn't have to. Can't attend the ceremony because of a scheduling conflict, not because you can't stand admitting you share DNA with a glorified janitor. Can't come to the wedding because it's even worse seeing more janitor blood seeping into the family. Can't take a break from dissolving parathylene like the single-minded industrious little worm that you are to allow even a single genuine moment of base human connection. Can't admit you bumblefucked into a piece of sensitive equipment because you were too preoccupied with the cleverness of your weak, self-centred peace offering, and killed the only person on the planet who ever had even the tiniest scrap of respect for you.
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Let me tell you something, Dougall Deering. Philip never reflected poorly on you. You reflect poorly on him, perpetual present tense, and to his infinite credit that never crossed his mind.
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[DR. DEERING]
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What can I do to make this right? To convince you that I've only ever been trying to help? I gave my life to this project. I'd do anything to see it through. Tell me! You think I don't respect you? You're the best sanitation engineer in a facility full of certified geniuses. Give me a goal, a selfless one, something Philip would have been proud to see achieved, and I will show you I've never in my life been more determined.
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[CHIEF TOROSYAN-DEERING]
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You want a goal? Fine, here's your goal.
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NOMOREWASTE.
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[DR. DEERING]
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Okay.
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[DR. DEERING]
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I'm working on it. I want you to know that.
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[DR. DEERING]
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You were right about a lot of things. We need perspective. We need to get creative.
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I can see it on the horizon.
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I'm going to need your help to see this through. We can make it a monument to his memory. Please pick up the phone.
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[DR. DEERING]
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He was my brother, Amelia, and I loved him. You and I are all that's left of what he was — plus whatever legacy we leave in his name.
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[CHIEF TOROSYAN-DEERING]
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Come to me with a plan, or not at all.
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In parallel with this exchange, Dr. Deering engaged in frequent email correspondence with Place H. MD., PhD. The final entries in this chain are attached below.
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Dr. McDoctorate,
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Look. I understand that you're dividing your energies between a great many projects right now, and you think my requests are a distraction. I'm telling you this from a position of absolute expertise and certainty: you want to be involved in this. You've left me on read because you know that your time is at a premium. I'm telling you that you don't know the half of it.
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Yourtimeisshort.
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We can't ignore the AcroAbate problem anymore, or it's going to be our species' meteor strike. I'm the only one with the drive to deflect this thing hanging over our heads. You're trying to save the world for the third, fourth, fifth time? I have just one question for you.
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Are you content with it being your last?
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— DD
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Dr. Deering,
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AAF-X, overhead schematic.
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DESCRIPTION: SCP-7243 is the Deering-Placeholder Latent Existential Abatement (DePLExA) Engine, an advanced industrial eigenmachine designed for comprehensive mass disposal of generalized esoteric waste. It is housed within Acroamatic Abatement Facility Exactus (AAF-X), the nethermost structure of subterranean Research and Containment Site-43. AAF-X is the largest waste processing facility on Earth, and is responsible for a ~95% decrease in global acroamatic waste production.
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From the baseline perspective, SCP-7243 processes no waste. Rather than actively detoxifying esoteric effluence, DePLExA performs a novel acroamatic abatement procedure which ensures the non-existence of any effluence which it would be used to abate. Were any substance to be deposited into SCP-7243, the following would occur:
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that substance would instantly be annihilated, retrocausally, from all of spacetime;
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the substance then would never have existed at all, and thus could not have been deposited into SCP-7243 in the first place;
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this scenario would generate a buildup of retrocausal quanta.A general term encompassing anti-chronons, malignant narremes, and related phenomena. which, if left unchecked, would induce a ZK-Class temporal paradox;
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SCP-7243 would absorb the imminent paradox and redirect its quanta into the immediate past, colliding with the paradoxical substance, causing its annihilation;
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thus a stable time loop would form, wherein the substance's non-existence is self-justifying.
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As such (from the baseline perspective), SCP-7243 prevents the creation of any esoteric effluence which it would practically be used to neutralize. So long as the supply lines necessary to deliver acroamatic materials from their sources to SCP-7243 remain fully operational, no such materials will ever be produced.
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SCP-7243-A collectively designates all Anomalies for which supply lines to SCP-7243 have been instated. To date, 97% of all effluence-generating.Technically no longer effluence-generating, with occasional exceptions. Anomalies comprise SCP-7243-A.
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The following transcript is excerpted from the Cliometria.aic automatic audio logs for the Site-43 Acroamatic Abatement Section. Audio was recorded shortly after SCP-7243's initial approval.
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« BEGIN TRANSCRIPT »
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<Chief Torosyan-Deering is paging through a set of schematics and shaking her head.>
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: This… is insane.
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Dr. Deering: Right?
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: No, I mean, this is insane. You are insane. This will never work. Best case scenario, Temporal Anomalies has to assassinate you last week.
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Dr. Deering: It's just math, Amelia. You can do the math, I know you can. One minus one doesn't equal the end of the world, it equals zero.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: That's not the math you're proposing. This is, what… one plus minus one equals minus one plus one?
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Dr. Deering: See? You get it.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: Fuck off. But how can you build something capable of doing this?
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Dr. Deering: That's why I brought Place on board. He's assured me we can effectuate the relevant chronomechanics exactly as written.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: Without completely screwing the timestream? You see why that's a top-level concern, right?
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Dr. Deering: The timeplane is our top-level concern, technically. But yes, of course I understand the gravity of this proposal. We've consulted with Reynders. It's viable. The failsafes are foolproof.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: Proven by certified fools. This is a mistake. This is all going to come crashing down.
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Dr. Deering: Not if it's built properly. With redundancies. Structural support. Rigorous stress testing. The absolute best engineering we have available.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: You're sucking up to me. You're actually… unbelievable.
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Dr. Deering: This is the answer, Amelia. This is how we kill waste.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: More like—
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Dr. Deering: Or maybe it kills us, all of us, because you were too busy being angry at one man to put in the work of protecting the entire human race.
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<Silence on recording.>
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Dr. Deering: Because we're doing this. We need to do this. You can squander your talents building cisterns and pipelines for acres of gunk we'll never be able to wade through, while I put together this perfect solution imperfectly, if that's what you think is best. We can both fail to fix it all, together and not together. Or…
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<Silence on recording.>
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OPERATIONAL MECHANICS: SCP-7243 only abates materials which do not exist. Conversely, any material which does measurably exist cannot be processed by SCP-7243. This is no flaw of the Engine's design — by virtue of existing, any observable substance is predestined to never be processed by SCP-7243, and must be abated by conventional means. Attempts to deposit existent materials into SCP-7243 are invariably futile, as some sequence of events will inevitably transpire such that those materials never reach SCP-7243's central aperture.
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Such events statistically manifest as logistical failures. For instance: an anti-esoteric shipping crate containing a quantity of undetected effluence is loaded onto a cargo ship en route to Site-43. If stored above-deck, the crate might fall overboard; if below, the ship might sink or encounter critical issues mid-voyage. As the crate grows nearer to AAF-X, the exact circumstances preventing its eradication become increasingly chaotic and disastrous.
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CONTINGENCIES: Fortunately, the hypothetical instance described above is impossible. If a container (or transport vessel) possesses any amount of effluence, it must fail to reach AAF-X, and so its entire payload will exist..Or the effluence is destined to be detected beforehand and preemptively removed before shipping; or it will go undetected but spill out of its container in transit; et cetera. Full waste containers can be reliably detected and rerouted.
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ATF Digamma-7243 ("Out Of Sight")
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By continuously monitoring the production (and lack thereof) of all esoteric waste, globally, Acroamatic Abatement personnel cross-reference spontaneous abatement failures with Logistics' effluence collection and transportation network, thereby predicting precisely where further logistical failures are most likely to occur. These failures can then be preemptively avoided — the relevant effluence must still be redirected to backup facilities, but their corresponding supply lines can be temporarily halted and inspected for faults. In this way, SCP-7243's behavior 'warns' the Foundation of any impending event which would (and must) prevent the transportation of extant effluence to AAF-X.
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SCP-7243 is also highly sensitive to local chronological shift, and — should such a shift occur — it is configured to reference the causal dependencies of its surroundings in order to reinforce its own chronology. The Parachronology Division has identified seven personnel (Dr. Dougall Deering, Technician Philip Deering, Dr. Place H. MD., Dir. Allan McInnis, Dr. Nhung Ngo, Dr. Ilse Reynders, Chief Amelia Torosyan-Deering) on whose actions SCP-7243 is causally dependent; in case of impending XK-Class Event, due either to external influence or some internal malfunction, it is crucial that these individuals (or their remains, where applicable) remain proximal to AAF-X. For this purpose, the aforementioned (surviving) individuals have been organized into Applied Task Force Digamma-7243, indefinitely stationed within Site-43, and provided amenities to minimize departures.
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As performing referential calculations imposes a significant electrical drain on the Site-43 local power grid, the device will only perform this check automatically once every three days. Shift detection may be instigated manually at any time by the Chief of Applied Occultism.
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ORIGIN: In Q4 2029, following an extended leave of absence, Applied Occultism Chief Dougall A. Deering returned to duty with newfound interest in novel acroamatic abatement techniques. Dr. Deering submitted several project proposals advocating for the creation of experimental abatement mechanisms based upon various parascientific theories; all such proposals were denied for either (or both) excessive cost or lack of methodological confidence.
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In Q1 2031, a denied proposal was selected for reconsideration by Esoteric Polymath.An administrative and research position of parascientific advisory to Overseer Council, permitting Dr. PHMD. to authorize and oversee various projects as needed. Place. H. MD., PhD., who noted that the Pilcrow-Minkowski Center for Multidisciplinary Studies had verified Dr. Deering's relevant findings at scale. Jointly backed by the P. M. Center and the Parachronology Division, the project was retroactively approved. Construction began Q2 2031 under the engineering supervision of Janitorial and Maintenance Section Chief Amelia Torosyan-Deering, and was completed Q2 2032.
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What is waste?
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Sometimes it's a good thing. Heat shedding, for example. We work off our excess physical energy into sweat, its mental equivalent into a job well done. We radiate the remainder over time, or convect it into the winds of change, or else conduct it into the cold spaces between warm bodies. Stabilizing the interval, preventing burnout.
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The following documents exhibited temporary alteration (from the perspective of your Timeline) during and as the direct result of a local perceptual shift. For the purposes of this report, they are presented as they appeared during the timeframe they describe.
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Extracting local iterations of these documents may provide additional context.
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ADDENDUM 7243/II:Dissociation Event.Timestamps have been irretrievably corrupted via the substitution of nonprinting characters in the source document, likely as one result of the events described therein.
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INCIDENT 6488-D/II (Full Report)
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DATE: 2036/04/17 — /21
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FOREWORD:
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inexplicable error occurred while generating passage
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« BEGIN LOG »
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04/17 1█:█3 | Research Site-79 (Tokushima, Japan) reports the production of extant effluence by several SCP-7243-A instances. Logistics is notified and begins rerouting extant effluence to various fallback sites.
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04/17 █7:██ | Site-79 reports full production of effluence by all (respective) SCP-7243-A instances, indicating a comprehensive failure of its dedicated supply line within ~80 hours. Logistics halts relevant operations for immediate inspection.
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04/18 0█:0█ | Containment Site-50 (Tokyo, Japan) reports full production of effluence by all (respective) SCP-7243-A instances, indicating a collective failure of Japan's dedicated supply lines. Additional Logistics personnel are deployed for inspection.
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04/18 09:██ — ██:47 | Logistics is unable to discern cause of eventual supply failure. Local fallback abatement facilities have exceeded capacity; supply lines are resumed to redirect excess effluence to Australian fallback sites. Within the following 8-hour duration, Containment Sites-36, -45, -84 report full production of effluence, indicating a complete failure of all dedicated supply lines across Asia, Australia, and Eastern Europe.
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04/19 █0:█3 | Logistics is unable to deploy sufficient personnel for situational assessment. Acroamatic Abatement personnel are notified of an impending event of unclear nature, and begin rigorous inspection of AAF-X and relevant delivery systems (while still operational).
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04/19 17:█0 | Various Foundation facilities across Western Europe begin to report similar failures of existential abatement. Acroamatic Abatement personnel discover that these failures have been occurring at a roughly consistent rate; the effect appears to be spreading outward, radially, from Site-79.
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04/20 ██:38 | Total existential abatement failure reported across all Sites outside North America. Overwatch Command and Parachronology are informed of an impending global abatement failure of unknown origin. Emergency transport contingencies are immediately activated worldwide to alleviate near-critical buildups of extant effluence. Parachronology begins lateral chronological analysis protocol to determine likelihood of chronological or other reality-shift. ATF Digamma-7243 are immediately called to their posts within AAF-X.
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04/20 ██:21 | Due to loss of .AIC-powered communication encryption services (via RAIDFRAME VIII), Chinese militia groups intercept Logistics' communications regarding the ongoing emergent scenario. Mainland China's government refuses entry to Logistics' transport vessels, citing direct order of the Global Occult Coalition. Contingency systems are unable to account for critical buildup of esoteric substances, resulting in a catastrophic hazardous materials breach. Sites-50, -79 are lost.
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04/20 █8:4█ | Facilities across North America's Western Coast begin to experience existential abatement failure. Acroamatic Abatement corrects their prior analysis, having determined that the predicted locus of failure is not Site-79, but Site-43, in reverse order of proximity. All but one of ATF Digamma-7243 have reported to AAF-X. The following SMS correspondence occurs between Taskforce Commander Dr. Reynders and Place H. MD., PhD.:
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R: Get back here immediately. Give me your ETA as soon as you know it.
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04/20 2█:██ | The Logistics Branch is unable to discern procedural cause of failure. The Acroamatic Abatement Section is unable to discern any fault in AAF-X's operation, or that of the DePLExA Engine itself. Parachronology is unable to detect any symptoms of imminent CK-Class, ZK-Class, or other XK-Class event. The Temporal Anomalies Department forecasts a 0% probability of any impending reality shift, chronological shift, temporal pivot, timeline branch, timeline merge, or other possible cause of SCP-7243 malfunction. The Temporality Annex is unresponsive.
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04/21 0█:0█ | The Astronomy Department reports sudden activity from SCP-179. It holds its head in its hands, apparently sobbing. Meaning unclear.
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04/21 01:██ | Total existential abatement failure has occurred across all relevant facilities, except those within ~1000km of Site-43. Several more fallback facilities have failed; contingency systems are beyond capacity. Further SMS correspondence occurs between Dr. Reynders and Dr. PHMD.:
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04/21 █2:██ | With no discernable indication of the impending event's nature, it is presumed by default that some oblique malfunction of SCP-7243 will be responsible. Dr. Reynders proposes the deactivation of SCP-7243 immediately following the delivery of all remaining effluencein absentia, as those non-materials must be voided into its aperture to prevent a ZK-Class temporal paradox.
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04/21 █4:3█ | O5 Council reports that extra-universal parties and contingency groups are entirely unresponsive. Emergency Protocol "VEILBREAK" enacted; all available resources redirected toward abatement, cleanup and contingency efforts. SCP-2000 activated in standby mode.
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04/21 0█:█7 | Dr. Reynders convenes remotely with O5 Council; she is incidentally informed of blacksite Facility-6488, in which RAIDFRAME VIII (LOTUS) is housed. She is then informed of the true nature of LOTUS' origin and operation, as well as its imminent planned deactivation. Dr. Reynders attempts to warn the Council of the potential ramifications of LOTUS' deactivation, but the connection is abruptly terminated by unknown means.
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04/21 ██:14 | Further correspondence between Dr. Reynders and Dr. PHMD.:
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04/21 06:██ | Dr. Reynders proceeds to disassemble and jury-rig nearby terminal components into a makeshift broadcast system. She attempts to hail Facility-6488 and all nearby Sites, calling for any available respondents. But nobody came.
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04/21 0█:2█ | As the final wastecarte approaches SCP-7243's central aperture, all remaining ATF personnel and maintenance technicians prepare for the first ever complete deactivation of AAF-X.
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04/21 █6:██ | LOTUS begins its deactivation sequence, causing an unprecedented release of highly deviant artificial intelligences into various digital systems, globally and beyond.
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04/21 █6:█9 |SCP-7243 successfully commences shutdown. No faults are detected. Dr. Deering begins arguing with Dr. Reynders, maintaining the position that their deactivation of SCP-7243 is the very event which retroactively caused global existential abatement failure.
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04/21 █6:██ | ███X-MCD/II (the "Paradox Exodus Engine") is co-opted by rogue AI, causing it and Dr. PHMD.'s demanifestation from consensus reality. Dr. Reynders' further attempts to contact him are unsuccessful.
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04/21 ██:██ | Dr. Deering is interrupted mid-harangue by the spontaneous re-activation of SCP-7243. All internal cores hyper-activate, triggering chronological reinforcement contingency protocols. Dr. Reynders orders the immediate shutdown of SCP-7243 via analog manual override. Maintenance personnel report confusion as AAF-X's P. A. system broadcasts conflicting instructions in a near-perfect imitation of Dr. Reynders' voice.
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04/21 ██:██ | Dr. Deering approaches Chief Torosyan-Deering, procures a heavily modified TAD jumpwatch from his uniform pocket, and begins tapping it in frantic rhythm. Dr. Reynders exclaims, pulling Dr. Deering toward herself and attempting to stop him. The device activates, causing both to disappear.
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04/21 ██:██ | As SCP-7243's latent stores of extant effluence (and paradoxically-reinstated non-effluence) approach critical recondicity, an intense red hue begins to permeate AAF-X. Multiple possible iterations of Drs. McInnis and Ngo manifest and overlap, signaling an imminent Copenhagen decoherence event. Chief Torosyan-Deering vocalizes distress, and quickly exits AAF-X.
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04/21 ██:██ | Local time (as measured by all electronic devices) cycles rapidly through the calendar year. SCP-7243's scheduled automatic reference check triggers one hundred and twenty-two times in quick succession. Apparitions of Dr. Deering, who remains absent, attempt to override this every three seconds. In his absence between attempts, the override is deemed inauthentic. The device is unable to locate sufficient anchors for its definitive chronology, and is forced to utilize a probabilistic metric; multiple attempted microadjustments overlap in local spacetime. A large film projector reel manifests within Dr. Ngo's skull, killing her instantly. Iterations of Dr. McInnis draw concealed weapons and fire upon each other simultaneously. Maintenance personnel begin to sever their own fingers, and uncontrollably consume the lost blood.
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04/21 ██:██ | A fourth sublevel manifests between Site-43 and AAF-X, containing two elderly humanoid figures. They are immediately aerosolized by ambient thaumic bloom and incorporated into a coruscating halo suffusing the bedrock. Acroamatic decontainment events increase in frequency and severity sevenfold.
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04/21 ██:██ | Chief Torosyan-Deering sprints down a narrow hallway toward the Emergency Acroamatic Redundancy Bunker. She trips over the corpse of Chief A. Torosyan-Deering, and is knocked unconscious by the fall.
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04/21 ██:██ |SCP-7243 initiates chronological reinforcement. SCP-7243 explodes. SCP-7243 implodes. SCP-7243 is The Breach That Keeps On Breaching. SCP-7243 is THEREISNOCANNON. The DePLExA Engine is not itself. SCP-7243 was a 130 sqft room located inside Provisional Outpost-A904, a faux two-story home in suburban Garrett Park, Maryland, USA. SCP-7243 is EXISTENTIAL ABATEMENT. SCP-7243 will be The Common (?) Denominator. SCP-7243 is what you've all been waiting for. SCP-7243 must not exist. SCP-7243 must exist. SCP-7243 is the infinite deaths of Philip Eugene Deering. SCP-7243 is the infinite failures of Dougall Alton Deering. SCP-7243 is an anti-idea, a cosmic joke, a tumorous idol, a recursive deceit. So are we all.
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inexplicable error occurred while generating passage
DESCRIPTION:Nexus-7243 is a region of unclear nature occupying an absence of an absence of geographical location
+Nexus-7243 is a region of physical space
+Nexus-7243 appears to be a hypothesized region of physical space for which no meaningful data can be perceived
+Nexus-7243 constitutes a lack of area in which existed the concept of a clock enfolding all succession in time
+Nexus-7243 describes a localized phenomenon preventing the perception and communication of any attempted truth statement regarding its
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"Nexus-7243" is a designation. This designation was created to reference a location
+"Nexus-7243" was created to designate a vague absence of location; an everything into which no pattern can scream
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This designation (hereafter AO-"NX-7243") was created to facilitate communication regarding its reference. However, AO-"NX-7243"'s intended usage is rendered impossible, as it is subject to an intense dissociative effect. Any attempt to propagate data regarding AO-"NX-7243"'s reference is targeted by the
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This effect appears to permeate data regarding any location AO-"NX-7243" might reference
+The effect is self-affecting
+The effect cannot meaningfully be described
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AO-"NX-7243"'s intended usage is inhibited by an effect. Said inhibition is not apparently caused by any of the following effects, in isolation:
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semiontological hazard
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localized micro-CK-Class "communicative retcon"
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miscellaneous chronological shift
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extra-Noöspherism
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the 'Deletion effect'
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Due to the recent influx of highly deviant artificial intelligences, the role of digital subterfuge in the effect cannot be ruled out; supposing there is none, it would stand to reason that AO-"NX-7243"'s intended usage is inhibited at a fundamental informational level, possibly a macroscopic quantum phenomenon. This inhibition extends to any alternative designation which would share its item of reference with that of AO-"NX-72
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— Dr. E. Forkley
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DESIGNATION: Nx-7243
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AREA CLASS: Ohanna
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INTERACTION PROTOCOL: Save her.
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ASSIGNED FACILITIES:<inexplicable error occurred>
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FOREWORD: I've been with the Foundation long enough to recognize when I'm only begrudgingly consulted, and that's what's happening here. Despite the fact that I am the world's premier expert on the present subject, despite my possession of firsthand knowledge regarding the disaster which rendered it supposedly indescribable, and despite my persistent entreaties to be looped into the research and containment process, I have been stonewalled at every turn until the utmost end of alternative resources.
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I, Dr. Dougall Alton Deering, once stood at the head of a scientific project second in importance to none on this Earth. We faced an Anomalous waste crisis of unprecedented and ever-escalating scale, and my staff and I were charged with its amelioration. Here is my precise, cogent, one hundred percent accurate explanation of how that worked — and what, through no fault of my own, went wrong with it.
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DESCRIPTION:Site-43 is the designation for a facility constructed one kilometre beneath Ipperwash Provincial Park in Lambton County, Ontario, Canada for research and containment operations, the most vital of which was the advancement of Acroamatic Abatement: neutralization of esoteric effluence. Site-43 contained four of the most advanced AcroAbate facilities on Earth, though there existed multiple satellite facilities at other Sites and Areas internationally. Our tireless efforts resulted in a stalemate with this implacable opponent, until in a moment of personal inspiration I was able to devise a novel abatement method which could permanently terminate the matter in question via the application of advanced parascience.
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I enlisted the aid of Chief Amelia Torosyan-Deering to construct a device we termed the DePLExA Engine, after consultation with various external experts (including Dr. Ilse Reynders and Dr. Placeholder McDoctorate). The device eventuated my prime aspiration for Anomalous waste: that it be conceptually erased from existence, as though it had never existed in the first place. Effluence went into the engine, and nothing came out, and retrocausally nothing went in, resulting in a paradox that powered the machine itself. It was elegant, flawless, and effective. We had beaten back the beast. We had ended the crisis.
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My shortsighted consultants — or if not shortsighted, then actively malicious — caused the device to be deactivated at a critical moment. This allowed the original course of causality to retroactively resume, and we experienced a total effluence maximalization effect unabated by any other mechanisms, which in short order caused Site-43 and Nexus-94 within which it is situated to be stricken from consensus reality.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering and I witnessed these events. I attempted to escape with her in order to help coordinate disaster mitigation and relief efforts, but Dr. Reynders interfered in a selfish bid to preserve her own existence and we were instead transported from the facility together.
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The conceptually null space you call Nexus-7243 is Site-43 and Nexus-94. They still exist. And it is my duty to restore them.
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# It doesn't matter whether anyone else can parse this
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— Dr. D. Deering
+Chief of Acroamatic Abatement
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While we appreciate your submission, we are not a recreational library. As you know, the accuracy of our archives is an instrumental goal, subservient to our aims of research and containment. From a pragmatic perspective the document you have created is far from correct. Frankly, it fails to communicate much of anything.
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Based on the evidence to hand, it would appear you have suffered multiple cases of intense emotional trauma in relation to this document's supposed content. As no AI conscripts are available for counselling services, it is recommended that you seek the support of your peers at this time.
INTERACTION PROTOCOLS: A concise protocol for interaction with the entirety of Nexus-00 is, of course, impossible. In the context of this file's origin and intended indirect implications:
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containment facilities are to be constructed surrounding any known interior bounds of Nexus-00, where feasible;
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the Department of Esoteric Reduction is responsible for the maintenance of such facilities (chiefly, Outpost-7243), and associated research;
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the Logistics Branch is to continue utilizing pre-existing infrastructure for the collection of esoteric waste substances, whether extant or in absentia, and their transportation to Outpost-7243;
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DESCRIPTION: "Nexus-00" designates consensus reality: all that which is observably, measurably extant and compatible with our universe. This includes any other extrauniversal space which is tethered to, or interfaces with, our reality in a coherent fashion. Any region which can successfully be referenced within consensus reality is, itself, an extension of consensus reality, and therefore comprises Nexus-00.
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Nexus-00 is of course not a single contiguous, continuous physical surface. It incorporates various physically-disconnected locales which are at least informationally-adjacent to consensus reality. However, it has been evidenced to Our Foundation that the manifold of our local universe (Nexus-00-A) also possesses points and/or boundaries of informational discontinuity. These discontinuities are not to be confused with embedded pocket-universes (ie. a black hole's interior), nor regions of non-existence, nor extreme antimemetic influence, nor local breakdown of conventional physics, nor hazardous nomenclative influence; all such regions can still be referenced, however circuitously, within the manifold of Nexus-00.
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consensus reality consists solely of space which can be referenced within consensus reality;
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Functionally, the "Nexus-00" designation is utilized as an inverse.Not a mathematical inverse, but the complementary set. of the deprecated "Nexus-7243" designation (aka. AO-"NX-7243") as the latter does not refer.
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ORIGIN: Both prior to and contemporaneous with efforts to resolve the global fallout of INCIDENT 6488-D/I, a staggering increase in the production of esoteric waste substances was reported by all Containment Areas and Sites. Apparently coincidentally, the Logistics Branch noted an inexplicable surplus of infrastructure for esoteric substance collection and distribution. Thusly equipped to supply a hundredfold increase in esoteric waste processing systems, Logistics attempted construction of requisite emergency duplicates. It however gradually became clear that all schematics, blueprints, and methodological descriptions of extant waste processing systems had become subject to an effect, assumed to be a by-product of the aforementioned incident.
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As these systems could not be reverse-engineered, duplicate systems could not be constructed, nor could similar novel systems be designed, as an effect pervaded all attempts. Our Foundation's understanding of esoteric waste was found to be strikingly underdeveloped, and all relevant pre-existing technologies had been rendered incomprehensible. Analytical and communicative struggles were exacerbated by constant interference from rogue AI agents, prohibiting any combined effort to properly contend with redundant Anomalous substances.
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In the wake of the ongoing LOTUS crisis, a critical global buildup of these substances could not be afforded. Despite an incomplete understanding of its former waste disposal solutions, the Logistics Branch elected to, as a stopgap measure, re-engage its global supply network and temporarily resume the delivery of esoteric substances to a discontinuity in Nexus-00. Despite the reactivation of LOTUS on 2036/08/14, an effect persisted, and was also encountered in attempting to conceptualize, describe, and measure the nature of this discontinuity, prompting the creation of both Outpost-7243 and this file.
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After consultation with Researcher Emeritus Dr. D. Deering, who had spent much of his retirement independently investigating the properties and detoxification of esoteric waste substances, he and a selection of Area-12's research staff were organized into the Department of Esoteric Reduction and tasked with the indefinite maintenance of Outpost-7243.
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ADDENDUM 2038/01/01: Despite the effectiveness of Project Sargasso.An initiative to reproduce the functioning of lost artificially-intelligent conscripts via the amnesticization and psychological reconditioning of organic consciousnesses. in identifying and remediating the infrastructural damage and Anomalous phenomena produced by rogue AI agents, an effect could neither be rectified nor better analyzed by OCI systems. Per recommendation of Chief Esoteric Reductionist Dr. D. Deering, and given the absence of a more effective solution, this file's Interaction Protocols have been permanently instated as standard esoteric waste disposal procedure.
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ADDENDUM 2042/06/01: The neutralization of LOTUS on 2042/05/08, and subsequent reconstitution of associated conceptual structures, has not observably alleviated an effect which its initial deactivation seemingly instigated. Esoteric Polymath Place H. MD., PhD., having returned to the local timeline following the deactivation of LOTUS, is (expectedly) unable to provide context pertaining to his correspondence with Dr. I. Reynders during Incident 6488-D/II. Both agree that interference and impersonation by rogue AI was responsible for any logical discrepancies.
Journal entry for 2042/08/14, Dr. Dougall Deering.
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I don't give a fuck what anyone else thinks. Nobody — not anybody — has lived with this subject longer than I have. Not even Reynders. Maybe I didn't invent the science. Maybe I didn't get a seven-decade crash course on the workings of the universe before I had to stick my oar in. But I'm the first person to attempt a solution, a real and lasting solution, to this problem. Everyone before me was just laying track, and that doesn't take much imagination. Me? I've been imagining what the terminal looks like for thirty years.
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Maybe that's why I'm the only one who still remembers. Not the O5s with their mnestics, not Antimemetics, not even the damn Deepwells! Me. Only me. Because there's nothing to me except this problem. You can't separate us and have anything left over.
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Or maybe I'm being punished again. In this world, that's reason enough.
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But I don't care. I can handle punishment. I can handle all these small-minded idiots treating me like a fool. I've been ignored before. It's my talent. And while they're passing me by on their way from nowhere to nothing, I'll be working to the goal, just like always. Just like she would be, and maybe still is.
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I'm pouring every waking moment into the black hole that swallowed everything I love, and here's what I hear rattling around down there in response:
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Site-43 still exists.
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And I'm going to get you out of there, Amelia.
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Oracle resources confirm the above implications: excision of Site-43 and Nexus-94 from Iteration 940662b90e78660244bce96e7776dc7f's consensus reality for a period exceeding seven years local versal time. Additional documentation re: the activities of Dr. Dougall Deering during this period, primarily failed attempts at restoration of access to and contact with Site-43 within its discontinuity, have been omitted from this compilation but are available on request to Archivist-Prime.
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Document corruption ends at this juncture due to the dramatic reality restructuring event outlined below.
PRECEDING EVENTS: EE-001 was a recurrent catastrophic containment failure. It was "contained" through amelioration of its effects.
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In 2043, on the eighth day of September, the following events occurred at Site-43:
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A large container of esoteric waste is delivered to Outpost-7243 by a Mk. XI Logistics Crawler. It is offloaded and pumped through a specialized culvert to be neutralized as per Nexus Interaction Protocols.
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As the waste passes outside of consensus reality, Outpost-7243 records a 3.8 magnitude earthquake apparently originating from a location beyond the bounds of Nexus-00.
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News of the seismic event is communicated to Chief Esoteric Reductionist Dr. D. Deering. No immediate response is ordered.
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Parachronometers buried beneath Outpost-7243 detect a gradual increase in local chronological stability. This is incongruent with any previous spikes in ambient readings.
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Maintenance personnel alert supervisors to the presence of new reality beyond the defined threshold of Nexus-00, featuring a landscape composed of grasses and clay soils.
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News of this event is communicated to Chief Esoteric Reductionist Dr. D. Deering. No immediate response is ordered.
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Dr. D. Deering privately contacts Dr. I. Reynders, informing her of ongoing events, expressing a level of shock and enthusiasm. Dr. I. Reynders terminates contact.
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Personnel continue to report unusual activity near the boundaries of Nexus-00.
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Dr. I. Reynders arrives at Outpost-7243 in an offroad Foundation escort vehicle.
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Dr. I. Reynders produces emergency Level 6 credentials, using them to access Outpost-7243's primary control center, and triggers the facility-wide alarm system.
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Outpost-7243's personnel are evacuated. Critical personnel are evacuated by helicopter. Reality continues to materialize past the threshold of Nexus-00, revealing the presence of an enormous Research and Containment Site.
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A joint detachment of Applied Force Department and Parachronology Division units arrive at Outpost-7243.
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A sudden 8.5 magnitude earthquake levels Outpost-7243. The earthquake impacts population centers to varying degrees of intensity throughout North America. Deployed units presumed KIA.
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In spite of the preceding earthquake, which appears to have directly originated from beneath the Research and Containment Site, the Site remains fully structurally intact. It grows increasingly optically distorted, eventually to the point of cognitohazardous abstraction, greatly hindering observation.
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A tsunami forms in Lake Huron.
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Overseer Council authorizes an experimental aerial containment operation over the affected area.
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A formation of silent hypersonic craft fly over the coast of Lake Huron and drop an oriykalkos-powered Matter Suspension Bomb on the Research and Containment Site below. Direct hit achieved.
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The device activates, disrupting the troposphere across Ipperwash Provincial Park. The Matter Suspension Bomb releases an enormous burst of charged thaumic energy, which quickly settles into an iridescent dome measuring ~4km in diameter.
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A miasma of indigo begins to emanate from within the dome, apparently contained inside it. All readings change to indicate an imminent esoteric waste explosion of unprecedented, mammoth scale.
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Site-43 is restored.
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EE-001
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SUMMARY: EE-001 was a ϝK-Class "Paradoxysm" Scenario, primarily featuring an extreme, localized, metastable Copenhagen decoherence event. This event involved the overlap of many different possible chronologies which interacted with a multitude of paradoxes, retrocausal quanta generated by said paradoxes, acroamatic quanta dispensed into Research and Containment Site-43, and other miscellaneous factors to prompt a Zero-Sum Localized Event Collapse. This was later followed by a Localized Event Rebound. From the baseline perspective, the totality of EE-001 took place over a period of seven years, four months, eighteen days, during which time Site-43 was near-fully detached and dissociated from consensus reality. Data recovered following EE-001 suggests an interior temporal progression of precisely six years.
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EE-001 was induced by an attack on Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-X's systems by a faction of deviant artificial intelligences released into cyberspace by the deactivation of SCP-6488 (RAIDFRAME VIII, "LOTUS"). SCP-7243 (DePLExA) detected this attack, recognized it as an Alpha priority, and resorted to its default emergency behavior: to seek out the individuals on whom it is causally-dependent (in this case, all members of ATF ϝ-7243), and reinforce its chronology using their personal histories as "guideposts." In short, DePLExA combatted what its systems viewed as an imminent CK-Class event by attempting to draw out the statistically "true" version of itself from the past actions, memories, and experiences of ATF ϝ-7243, and projected this version of reality over its present existence, which it understood to be compromised by outside forces. Had a sufficient number of causally-dependent personnel been present at this time, and had local instability not resulted in the rapid overlap of over one hundred failed anchoring attempts, DePLExA would have succeeded in its task.
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Instead, ATF ϝ-7243 members D. Deering, P. Deering, Place H. MD., A. McInnis, N. Ngo, I. Reynders, and A. Torosyan-Deering were all unavailable, owing either to death, non-attendance, or incapacitation, and so DePLExA failed to determine a suitable alternate version of reality with which to replace itself. Its systems therefore attempted to construct a version of events wherein none of the aforementioned individuals were involved in its creation, or even, alternatively, in the history of Site-43; this resulted in SCP-7243 summing numerous contradictory facts and projecting them as objective truths to be realized simultaneously. Correspondingly, Site-43 and the greater Nexus-94 rapidly fell out of sync with the remainder of the universe and dissociated to an estimated 98% completeness. It is theorized that this effect was so all-encompassing that it could not be corrected by a naturally-occurring CK or ZK-Class Event, which may have been triggered multiple times during the process.
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DePLExA, now isolated with the rest of Nexus-94 in an uncompassable, extra-ontological location, its functions expedited by surviving on-site personnel, modelled an uncountable number of irregular chronological paths, systematically eliminating any options which contradicted its core directives. It was able to identify a preferable chronology within a distorted period equivalent to roughly seven years.
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The force of Nexus-94's recoherence was sufficient to overpower the influence of any remaining temporal paradoxes. Following a sharp increase in the appearance of new matter, the entire Nexus was reconstituted in the span of a single day.
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In the wake of Site-43's original decoherence on 2036/04/21, the Department of Esoteric Reduction was established to compensate for the loss of the Acroamatic Abatement Section, its methods, and its institutional knowledge. Esoteric Reduction constructed Outpost-7243 at the local limits of Nexus-00 as a headquarters for the monitoring of the dissociated zone, as well as a logistics hub managing the transport of esoteric effluence to Nexus-94. Though the Nexus did not conventionally exist at this time, waste could still be moved into it via a decommissioned pipeline believed to have once carried platonic material to Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-W. For reasons which remain obscure, this pipeline had not fully dissociated.
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For almost the entirety of the span of Nexus-94's decoherence it had been injected with vast quantities of esoteric waste from across the globe. Lacking a feasible alternative or the experience necessary to formulate one, Esoteric Reduction was allowed to proceed with this arrangement indefinitely. Data recovered subsequent to EE-001 suggests that the majority of this waste was successfully ameliorated by surviving personnel within the discontinuity. Upon the incident of Site-43's return to consensus reality, the remaining waste was absorbed into the environment at rapid speed, mixing and fusing with the remaining volatile acroamatic and retrocausal quanta within the Site to concoct a disastrous chain reaction.
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A protective energy shield was deployed over Nexus-94. This contained the deleterious effects of the impending reaction, but did nothing to preserve its contents. Minutes after the shield was deployed a cataclysmic explosion of esoteric waste and condensed antichronons atomized what remained of Site-43. The energy shield now overhangs a vast, cavernous pit.
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The following is a transcription of footage recovered from the personal uniform camera of Chief Amelia Torosyan-Deering on 8 September 2043.
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<Chief Torosyan-Deering is standing in the operations control room of Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-X. She has activated DePLExA's referent seeking mechanism for the four hundred and eighty-sixth time. The program runs, and spatial flexures are visible through the observation glass. A klaxon sounds.>
<The floor beneath Chief Torosyan-Deering's feet disappears for ten frames of camera footage, during which the chasms below are visible and she falls toward the centre of the Earth. She experiences this as a sudden jolt, and staggers back; the soles of her boots are now detached, fused with the reformed floor.>
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<Chief Torosyan-Deering watches as the cavern in which AAF-X is situated continues to contract and expand, the machinery within shrinking and enlarging in opposite rhythm. There is a sound of thunder, and she covers her ears with her hands. The bulkhead door behind her shatters like glass. DePLExA's visible component parts begin to red-shift.>
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<The floor and walls shake violently, and a fissure appears in the cavern ceiling beneath the foundations of Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-D. It glows amber. Chief Torosyan-Deering's diagnostics reveal that low-priority spectral material in a long term holding cycle within the older facility has breached containment; it becomes visible as a steady downpour of amber fluid through the crack. The fluid coruscates, bends, and approaches the control room with apparent intent. Chief Torosyan-Deering leaps through the shattered door as the fluid-limb snakes through the observation glass, pursuing her.>
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<She flees through the gradually reformulating ruins of AAF-X. A ruptured paraspectral grounding conduit arcs electricity into her uniform jacket, setting it ablaze with blue fire, and she tears it off without pausing her flight. There is a flash of amber, and she throws herself violently through the door into a side passage. The grasping spectral limb of her pursuer misses by millimetres.>
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<The floor disappears again, and does not immediately reformulate. Chief Torosyan-Deering falls into the next sublevel, landing in a pool of red blood corpuscles being churned by a series of adamantine whisks. The limb reaches down toward her as she scrambles to the lip of the pool, and she dives beneath the surface to avoid it. The ceiling above reformulates, and the limb is severed; the leading end disintegrates in a shower of amber sparks which hiss and sparkle as they strike the blood. Chief Torosyan-Deering surfaces, and pulls herself to safety. She staggers to her feet, and continues to flee as the walls begin to glow white-hot.>
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<A cloverleaf of seven identical passages meet at an open elevator shaft. Chief Torosyan-Deering is seen approaching it from each passage; each iteration is moving at a different rate of speed, displaying injuries consistent with different trauma. Running blind, each iteration apparently fails to notice the others. The iteration presently filming reaches the elevator first, leaps into it, and activates the ascension controls. The remaining instances are caught by the attacking limb, which gathers them up as one. They melt into ectoplasm as the elevator rises into the ceiling and visual contact is again lost.>
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<This sublevel of AAF-X is shimmering red. An automated emergency message begins to play.>
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Recorded Voice of Chief Torosyan-Deering: Chronological reinforcement is fifty percent complete. Irrealism factor is seven: ontocaustic..Indicating a level of divergence between internal and external conceptual spaces which cannot be reconciled without the annihilation of all intervening matter. Evacuation is advised, where possible.
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<The message repeats seven times, gaining one additional voice in chorus with each repetition: I. Reynders, A. McInnis, N. Ngo, Place. H. MD., P. Deering, and D. Deering.>
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<Chief Torosyan-Deering emerges into the cavern proper, moving at speed over a series of catwalks which thread between towering factory stacks and storage tanks. Each is now translucent and filled with bubbling liquids in a variety of different colors. Electrical explosions occur in the distance, across the pit at the core of DePLExA and approaching Chief Torosyan-Deering's person; the resultant sounds appear to occur in reverse. The roof of the cavern begins to shimmer, and the roots of the clearcut forest above are clearly visible along with the external membrane of Site-43, the topside elevators, and the fractally warped remains of the surface refinery facilities. The assailant is visible above, winding through windows and doors, over tracks and gantries, searching for its prey. Chief Torosyan-Deering gasps in pain, severely winded, as she reaches the ingress tunnel to the disposal pit. The assailant snaps to attention and begins snaking toward her, partially obscured by piping and machinery.>
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<Chief Torosyan-Deering clambers onto an empty wastecarte and sets it moving in reverse. The tracks at the pit terminus begin to deform like rubber, the deformation spreading as the explosions grow in intensity and volume. The carte exits Site-43 and enters a system of circuitous SCP-5494 tunnels, rapidly outpacing the assailant. A persistent prismatic glow advancing from the cavern outpaces it as well, and it disappears. The carte automatically ascends a series of switchbacks, shaking violently as the tracks elasticize and vulcanize. Chief Torosyan-Deering begins to weep.>
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<The wastecarte emerges at Depot-43 on the eastern fringe of Nx-94, and Chief Torosyan-Deering leaps off as it passes through the terminal station, strikes the platform and disintegrates. Visible light is a pale grey, and all moving objects do so sluggishly and with lingering motion trails. She pulls herself hand over hand over the platform and out of the station, then staggers at a jog toward the distant fence. There is a sudden distortion on the video feed, and the grey illumination is replaced by moonlight. Chief Torosyan-Deering turns to look back as she passes through the unmanned security checkpoint. Her immediate surroundings are colour-tinted correctly, but the interior of the as-yet dissociated space remains greyscaled. A bubble of colour is expanding from Site-43, the colors inverted from the original dissociative event. As she watches, a ball of light originating from the sky cuts through the expanding starburst and coats the Nexus with a bubble of reflective plasma. Before the coverage is complete, the total obliteration of Site-43 from surface to AAF-X is visible. A single large amber tentacle thrashes in apparent distress and/or frustration as it coils around the lone surviving stack. The facility's explosion temporarily overwhelms the thaumic shield, casting luminous tendrils into the sky and lake which disappear in points of brilliant white.>
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What is waste?
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Waste is what you've done with your life. With our lives. Potentially with every human life on Earth, every Earth. And for what? Pride. Selfishness. Misguided affection. The cost of that waste is incalculable.
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How would one even begin to abate a waste like that?
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The following files are a video transcript of Dr. Deering's visit to Chief Torosyan-Deering at Medical Area-01 on 2043/09/08, interposed with extracts from her private electronic journal and personal uniform camera.
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<Chief Torosyan-Deering is prone in a hospital bed, no sign of physical injury visible on her person. Dr. Deering approaches from the door, hand raised in tentative greeting.>
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Dr. Deering: Hey.
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<Chief Torosyan-Deering smiles. Dr. Deering steps back, then forward again.>
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: Hey.
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Dr. Deering: Uh, how you feeling now?
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Dr. Deering: Stupid question, I know.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: No, not really.
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Dr. Deering: I can't imagine what you've been through.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: Neither can I. I can only picture some of it.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: Sit down.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: You're wondering why I'm not out of my mind.
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Dr. Deering: The thought occurred to me, but I had the tact to stop it reaching my mouth.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: Wow. You must've been busy while I was gone.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: You're allowed to smile.
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Dr. Deering: My mouth will catch up eventually. Amelia… how did you do it? How did you do anything?
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: I'm not going to tell you everything. I'm still exhausted. I might not ever tell you the whole story.
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Dougall Deering saved me. In a sense.
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I'd already been talking to my mirror for years. Staring myself in the face and asking what I should do. Imagining that my reflection was actually Phil's. Not because he was some wellspring of knowledge; he'd have been the first to say that he put the 'J' in 'J&M'..Janitorial and Maintenance. He was smart, smarter than he ever gave himself credit for, but he was no engineer. He fixed vending machines while I calibrated semioplasma correctors, handled technician schedules while I designed oriykalkos autodefactories. Anybody could have done his jobs, but it always meant everything to me that it was him. So every single day since he's been gone, I've imagined I can see him in the mirror. Pushing me forward.
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<Camera activates. Chief Torosyan-Deering is standing within the concentration cell of Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-D..Subject was in transit to the AAF-X Emergency Acroamatic Redundancy Bunker during Incident 6488-D/II, before being rendered unconscious. She has been subsequently unable to account for her presence in this alternate Anomalous shelter. The walls are coated with bubbling yellow mold. She opens the vault door, and exits into the facility proper. The facility proper renders in muted colours with luminous grey outlines. She begins to walk toward the AAF-X access elevator. She looks down; she is wearing an esomat suit, the soles of which are sinking into the floor tiles, leaving visible footprints behind. She continues down the corridor, passing a series of prone human forms. Their bodies are misshapen, and the name tags on their uniforms are blank.>
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<Camera activates. Chief Torosyan-Deering is standing at the junction of one corridor and its apparent double, converging at an angle of approximately fifteen degrees so that the exterior wall of one blocks progress down the other. She reaches down to turn the valve on a tank attached to a rolling dolly at her side. She raises a misting wand, and begins to spray a chalky substance onto the offending wall. It screams.>
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Dr. Deering: I'll take anything you can give me.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: Chalk it up to the dissociation. It took me maybe a month to get to my office, not needing to eat, or sleep, or maybe even breathe. Another month to partition off the AIs still stuck in the systems with the admin control panel on my tablet. The SRFs.Scranton Reality Filters. were only working at about eighty percent efficiency to start with, and I watched that number tick down every single day. Eventually they were going to fail completely, and I'd end up like…
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: …like everyone else. But in the meantime it made everything not unpleasantly fuzzy, like I was always just waking up from a deep sleep. Hard to focus on more than a couple of things at once, so I focused on the things that mattered.
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Dr. Deering: Escaping.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: Mostly.
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I pictured Dougall Deering's smug smirk and dead eyes, and I blamed him for everything he deserved to be blamed for. Failing to excel when we needed excellence the most. Killing my husband. Digging himself a pity-pit and hiding in it. Begging me to forgive him. Making me think I might some day have a reason to do it. And then leaving us worse off than we'd been before it started.
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I used my hatred of him as a lodestar. My most powerful, unfailing, infinitely-renewable reality anchor. Every inch I clawed back from oblivion was getting me closer to exposing him as a fraud to the Council. Every grisly mess that popped back into existence in front of me, every body bifurcated by a wall, every screaming pile of gristle with its skin abstracted and its pain receptors shining in my flashlight beam was another mistake I could spit in his face, if only I held on a little longer. When I started powering up the machinery again and setting it to a task it was never designed to perform, and did the work of a hundred techs at once, and I ached and sweated and froze and the hole in my stomach where the need to eat and drink and defecate was gone, I told myself I was proving once and for all that us lowly technicians actually putting in the elbow grease could do things that effete fop had always been incapable of.
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<Camera activates. Chief Torosyan-Deering is examining a makeshift thaumotitration metre consisting of a work tablet attached to the electricals on an intensely-vibrating pipe.>
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: Where the hell are you coming from?
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<She double-checks the readings, shaking her head.>
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: It's not like they're still…
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<She sighs, then begins performing calculations manually on the tablet.>
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<Camera activates. Chief Torosyan-Deering is crouched over a console in the AAF-X atrium, remote controlling a maintenance drone. The drone is LIDAR mapping the interior of AAF-X, which has expanded by an order of magnitude the surrounding bedrock should not have been capable of containing or supporting. A sudden fluorescence of light strikes the drone, and it is explosively duplicated fifteen times in quick succession.>
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: Popcorn.
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<The signal is lost, attenuated between too many devices at once. She lies down on an inflatable mattress and stares at the ceiling until the camera automatically deactivates.>
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<Camera activates. Chief Torosyan-Deering is tapping a tablet displaying "Reclamation Schedule: 2036-2037." Each item is marked "COMPLETE" in green. The date is visible: 6 September. She deactivates the tablet; the reflection of her face becomes visible on the screen. She is smiling.>
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<Camera activates. Chief Torosyan-Deering is standing in the operations control centre for Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-X, looking out on the central pit. A stream of heterogeneous effluence is pouring into the pit from above. She clicks her tongue in disapproval. She is interacting with the DePLExA input console, generating a list of potential anchor targets for chronological reinforcement as sorted by declining probability. The highest-rated anchor is Chief Torosyan-Deering. Subject confirms the selection. DePLExA secures the referent anchor — camera view flickers and distorts as a red light passes over her — and attempts to reconcile its chronology. Every flat plane in AAF-X begins to pulsate as though mapped to an invisible spheroid located in the central pit. An emergency klaxon sounds. Chief Torosyan-Deering runs diagnostics. The date and time are visible: 8 September, 6:21 PM. The pulsation and klaxon cease. Error messages flood the console. The chronological stability indicator flashes red. A glowing amber fissure appears in the cavern ceiling. DePLExA begins its shutdown procedure. Dr. Deering, Dr. Reynders, and an additional Chief Torosyan-Deering appear in the control room. They are re-enacting the events of the original derealization event.>
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Dr. Deering: I'm still baffled at what you were able to accomplish. The rubberband effect would have lasted at least another… well, it could have lasted ten years without you beavering away in there. Maybe longer. I couldn't… we couldn't have waited that long. We needed you back, and here you are.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: Yeah. Here I am.
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Dr. Deering: How did you keep perspective? How did you keep on working to that goal, without any foreknowledge that you had a chance?
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: That's always been the job. We don't take snow days.
Chief Torosyan-Deering: Yeah, I know you are. That's not the problem.
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Dr. Deering: What is?
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: It's just… I've never heard you laugh like that before.
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Dr. Deering: Like what?
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Phil, my imaginary Phil, used to tell me I was right or wrong based on what I thought he'd think. I knew him like a glove, it was a near-perfect simulation; the gulf between that and reality was the first permanent pit in my stomach. But still, it was a comfort. My apparition of Dougall Deering? All he could say was that I was right, and he was sorry.
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<Camera activates. Chief Torosyan-Deering is standing within the concentration cell of Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-D. The walls are coated with bubbling yellow mold. She opens the vault door, and exits into the facility proper. The facility proper renders in muted colours with luminous grey outlines. She begins to scream. Camera deactivates.>
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<Camera activates. Chief Torosyan-Deering is reviewing "Reclamation Schedule: 2036-2037," marking each COMPLETE item INCOMPLETE in red. Subject changes the title to "Reclamation Schedule: 2037-????," and begins to weep.>
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<Camera activates. Chief Torosyan-Deering is editing an electronic map of AAF-X on her tablet. The corridor in front of her deforms to match each new configuration, either silently or with sufficient volume to peak the audio recording.>
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<Camera activates. Chief Torosyan-Deering is standing in the operations control centre for Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-X. The emergency klaxon is sounding as DePLExA attempts to reconcile its chronology using Dr. Udo Okorie as its referent; an Applied Occultism Section uniform is visible in a translucent hazadrous materials container in the corner of the room, visibly respirating. Spatial deformation is in progress. After the passage of approximately ten minutes, spatial deformation and the klaxon cease simultaneously. The chronological stability indicator flashes red.>
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Recorded Voice of Chief Torosyan-Deering: Reconciliation failure. Anchor stability insufficient.
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<She selects the next listed anchor, Dr. William Wettle, and turns to face an opaque blue drum featuring multiple freshly-applied biohazard stickers. She begins reassembling her esomat suit.>
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<Camera activates. The console remains visible. Seventeen potential referent anchors have been unsuccessfully targeted for chronology reinforcement. The date and time is 8 September, 6:15. Chief Torosyan-Deering sighs, and leaves the room in the direction of the AAF-D elevator.>
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Dr. Deering: You must hate seeing my face after all this.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: You… it's his face, too. You've got a beard, and no glasses, but still. It's him. I can't.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: I'm spent.
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Dr. Deering: You'll feel differently when you've rested.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: I don't think so. I think I see things in the proper perspective now.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: Meaning there's no use blaming you for being an idiot. In your idiot way, you're trying to help.
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I wanted to stay furious at him. I thought that I needed the inspiration. I wrote him a hailstorm of angry letters, perfecting the art of tearing the man to bloody shreds, and daydreamed about placing the bundle in his hand and forcing him to read until he was dealt with for good. But day by day, gradually, I lost my fire. Alone in the lunacy, I couldn't keep it up. I refused to give him his holy grail, forgiveness, but I did try to forget him. Focus on the work, find the solution. Not in anyone's memory, and not out of spite, but because it was my job, and I could do it. It needed doing, and I was alive.
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<Camera activates. Chief Torosyan-Deering is walking in a featureless void. She is reciting the Fibonacci Sequence, turning ninety degrees after each odd number. The ambient darkness lightens noticeably each time she does this.>
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: 2041. Got through fifty-two potential anchors this time, and they all drag. Hitting the shoals in about twenty minutes. Might go down with the ship this time. Any objections?
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: You're trying to fix your old mistakes, but you keep making new ones in the process. That needs to stop. Now.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: You think too much, actually, but never about the right things. You think about how unfair it is, you think about how it's not your fault, but you never examine your motivations. Your job, doctor, is to resolve the abatement crisis. You've only been pretending to do that. The world's fucking toilets are overflowing, and here you are plunging down your back-clog of guilt on our borrowed time.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: You've worn me down. I'm sick of your bullshit. I forgive you. Now take responsibility, Doug, and do your fucking job.
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When my resolve slipped, I promised myself I'd track down that supercilious twit and let him have it with both barrels, as a victory treat.
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I simply haven't got the energy to hate anymore. Hating him, and my prison, and this ridiculous unending nightmare— it's burned through everything else I ever had. It's just him and me, now, and what he said in a puff of selfish navel-gazing is finally true: we understand each other.
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<Camera activates. Chief Torosyan-Deering is standing in the operations control centre for Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-X, scrolling through the list of potential referents to the lowest-probability options. She locates the entry for the Daumal signature of the materials handling disaster which killed Deputy Janitorial and Maintenance Chief Philip Deering in 2028, rated at 0.00082 probability, and selects it. The date and time is 8 September 2042..2043 in actuality, owing to the aforementioned temporal divergence.>
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Dr. Deering: I… I don't… I can't do this myself. You've shown me that. I need your help. You can't give up.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: I'm only giving up what's already wasted. As soon as I'm back on my feet, I'll be back in the trenches. But we're going to be doing it right, this time. A proper, complete solution. No miracle cures.
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Dr. Deering: Okay.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: Okay?
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Dr. Deering: Okay. Yes. This time will be different.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: This time is the last time. I can't fight you again, Dougall. You're… you're all that's left of him.
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UPDATE 2043/09/08: Analysis reveals that the volume of energy released during Nexus-94's Localized Event Rebound, while incredibly immense, did not nearly match the volume expected of such an expulsion.
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Current data suggests that the most likely vector through which the excess energy may have escaped resides in the threshold between consensus reality and the decoherent space Nexus-94 was transposed to, meaning that it would have been released into extradimensional, possibly extrauniversal space.
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In wake of the event denoted "EE-001" in Central Normalcy Authority Iteration 940662b90e78660244bce96e7776dc7f, numerous Central Normalcy Authorities throughout the Coalitional-Timeplane reported the manifestation of new adverse Anomalous phenomena of inexplicable provenance. A demonstrative selection of these reports was compiled into the following incident log, which was disseminated to the relevant Authority's Temporal Anomalies Department on 2043/09/09 (local date) for comment:
SUMMARY: A bolus of unabated conceptual matter appears within the corpse of Large Scale Aggressor Brasil-01, undergoing acroamatic abatement procedures at Area-16. In admixture with other substances processed at that facility, the bolus metastasizes within the corpse and instantiates what the local Foundation soon terms a "conceptuokaiju" resident in the logosphere. This entity promptly colonizes the realms of speech and cognition, preying and feeding on human mindfulness and assaulting linguistic structures and higher grammatical forms. Plans are underway for the instantiation of a counterconceptual linguistic device ("mecha-verb") to combat it, code-named RED PEN.
SUMMARY: Variation in cross-dimensional orbital mechanics results in the deposit of theovlavic material into the core of Sol..Theovlavic material is chaos-shifted Akiva energy in semioplasmic state. Correlation with subsequent solar alterations cannot be confirmed, due to the cessation of diplomatic relations with this iteration due to irreconcilable transhumanistic change.
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SUMMARY: The "Mobius Stripper" temporal matter reduction system, a recursive pipe array some seven kilometres in length within Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-D, vanishes. Subsequent timeplane and cosmosphere modelling renders suggest the system becomes multiversally abstracted, forming temporally-variable conduits between timeline 940662b90e78660244bce96e7776dc7f.Canonical Bundle DW17 Timeline Delta-Blue; the subject of this audit. and a multitude of other timelines (and adjacent reality-spaces) under Metafoundation purview. These conduits are further reported to facilitate the unwelcome, interdimensional transference of various anomalous phenomena, particularly during emergent scenarios, adding an additional layer of chaos and unpredictability to those scenarios' results.
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UPDATE: The O9 Collective has concluded that the above-described ZK-Class phenomena constitute an ascension of a Tier-IV Cosmological Anomaly, which threatens to fully manifest upon the authoritative Prime-Timeline and all its descendent-branches.
SUMMARY: Ontologically dark-shifted material is deposited within Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-D at Watchtower-43 in equal proportion to the materials already present. Materials annihilate each other in a controlled fusion explosion which vents through the multiversal conduits described above, dissipating in the atmosphere and resulting only in equipment fatigue within the facility. Early estimates suggest an incremental increase in global climate change across all affected timelines, alongside associated paraoncological effect.
SUMMARY: An instance of SCP Foundation Research Site-107 appears, constituting the only Foundation presence in this timeline. Metafoundation admission pending first contact.
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The Last Seventy-Two Months of Site-43
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Submitted to the Faculty of Esoteric Reduction
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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
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Special thanks to my supervisory committee: Dr. Ilse Reynders, whose fault this wasn't, and Dr. Dougall Deering.
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For Phil.
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ABSTRACT
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On 8 September 2036, Treatment Site-43 was excised from consensus reality. On 8 September 2043, it returned. Over the course of those seven years, temporally constricted to seventy-two months within that pocket of unreality, with no oversight, assistance, sustenance or sleep, the majority of the SCP Foundation's's acroamatic abatement procedures were carried out by one person: Chief Amelia Torosyan-Deering of Janitorial and Maintenance. This is her testimony.
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A note is enclosed:
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I would have entitled it The Woman in the Annihilator.
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— Ilse
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Dr. Deering engaged in email correspondence with the Pilcrow-Minkowski Center on a daily basis from this point onward, developing a radical new esoteric reduction device and constructing it at Treatment Area-21 with the engineering expertise of Chief Torosyan-Deering. The P. M. Center's half of this correspondence has been lost per mishandling of data transfer to Research Station Mnemosyne; selected entries from Dr. Deering are attached below.
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It needs to be foolproof. The last one failed because fools tampered with it. Human error cannot be a factor, or if it is, its influence needs to be isolated to things that can't destabilize our reality. If our solution threatens the stability of our own conceptual space, it's no better than the problem.
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I've mulled this over and I think you're right. That's the angle. That's the obvious lesson to learn from what happened, we've essentially been handed a model and shown that it actually works. The engineering will be functionally identical, which is vital since I can't and won't put this in place without her help. I can sell her on pocket dimensions. Not the other thing, which as far as I'm concerned is just between you and me, now. I'm not going to disappoint her again.
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I have no intention of explaining what it means. That's what we're going to name the device. Don't ask me again; give the project itself some fanciful, overwrought name if that makes you feel better.
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ADDENDUM 7243/III: Project Reports, Proposal and Residuum
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PROJECT ANAXIMANDER
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QUARTERLY REPORT: Q3 2045
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Project Anaximander continues to be an unqualified success. We have transmitted six packets of esoteric effluence to their final destinations via MAGIC DRAWER,.Details regarding this device are released on a need-to-know basis; contact your Esoteric Reduction liaison if you feel you need to know! and all monitoring efforts suggest that they were properly abated at their destinations to a high degree of efficiency. O5-11 confirms the absence of any notable backlash effects, and the project will continue as planned through Q4 at the least.
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Precautions have been taken to ensure the events of incident 7243-1 cannot recur.
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Area-21 has received multiple requests from other Foundation facilities to implement limited local MAGIC DRAWER devices at key points in the global Logistics network. Due to the nature of MAGIC DRAWER, however, and the high degree of technical ability required to operate and maintain it, these requests have necessarily been denied. We acknowledge that the present solution does not provide the same expansive and proactive coverage of its predecessor, forcing the resumption of small-scale abatement processes to maintain equilibrium, and constant innovation in that field; to that end, we have chosen to pursue a collaborative rather than unilateral approach.
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Dr. Deering and Chief Torosyan-Deering.
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In recognition of the incredible strides forward made by the Department of Esoteric Reduction under Project Anaximander, and in light of the need to further solidify our lead in this long-running race, the decision was made to re-instate the annual symposium and gala formerly hosted by the now-defunct Acroamatic Abatement Group at Area-21.
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Highlights of this inaugural event included the touching retirement address of Dr. Adrijan Zlatá, a tribute to the lost personnel of Treatment Site-43 by Dr. Lillian Lillihammer, Chief Agent Delfina Ibanez and Sevara Okorie, lectures on antichromatic bleaching fields, demivalent short-circuiting and macrobacterial titration by senior Site-91 abatement engineer M'buka Rainier, and the wedding reception for our guests of honour: Drs. Amelia Torosyan-Deering and Dougall Deering.
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We've stopped even trying to guess. We hardly even think about it anymore, except in the most absolute abstract. Out of sight, out of mind where once it was out of mind, out of sight. You tell me this way is better.
The following is a transcript of the emergency meeting between Dr. Deering, Chief Torosyan-Deering and Dr. Reynders following routine analysis of MAGIC DRAWER's seventh packet delivery destination..On obtaining her doctorate, Dr. Torosyan-Deering elected to continue service under her job title ("Chief") rather than the earned honorific ("Dr.").
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<Dr. Deering and Dr. Reynders are arguing in the MAGIC DRAWER operations control room, which has been temporarily evacuated of all non-executive staff. Chief Torosyan-Deering enters, shutting the door behind her.>
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Dr. Reynders: Calm down.
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Dr. Deering: No. Shut up.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: What's going on? What's wrong with the report?
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Dr. Reynders: MAGIC DRAWER is targeting us for delivery.
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<Silence on recording.>
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: What?
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Dr. Deering: It's impossible. It is fucking impossible.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: How can it be targeting… was it sabotage? Someone sabotaged MAGIC DRAWER?
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Dr. Deering: That must be it. It's impossible. We can't be next, not after only six goddamn deployments!
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: There have to be safeguards for this kind of thing! Why can it even target a coherent timeline? It was designed to dump into pocket dimensions, it shouldn't…
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Dr. Reynders: Amelia.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: Dougall? It shouldn't…
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Dr. Reynders: Amelia.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: Oh, my god.
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<Silence on recording.>
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PROJECT ANAXIMANDER
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INITIAL PROPOSAL
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PURPOSE: Permanently, robustly, and sustainably eliminate the deleterious effects of redundant esoteric waste substances on consensus reality, at sufficient scale to compensate for the indefinite exponential growth of contained subjects and their by-products.
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ABSTRACT: Typical mechanisms of esoteric reduction — such as those presented in the practice of acroamatic abatement — are dependent upon the detoxifying properties of an Anomalously-stable copper isotope occurring naturally.Insofar as it is generated by the presence of another, uncontained Anomalous subject. within the waters of Lake Huron, which has been infeasible to artificially reproduce. As the quantity and volatility of esoteric waste has seen exponential increase over the Foundation's lifespan, the aforementioned method has approached minimal effectiveness, and can neither be localized nor replicated at sufficient scale without the entirety of Huron's lakewater soon being spent.
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An alternative method of esoteric reduction, known as 'existential abatement', has been proposed and implemented per insistence of the Pilcrow-Minkowski Center for Multidisciplinary Studies; this over-engineered, profoundly unstable method sought to circumvent the inception of Anomalous waste by instantiating self-justifying, metastable micro-paradoxes which were harnessed in the retroactive erasure of certain substances under extremely precise conditions. The inherent truculence of this approach inevitably led to its failure — expedited by its premature deactivation, leaving it vulnerable to commandeerment by rogue AI agents — which has resulted in:
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multiple breaches of baseline reality's ontokinetic and chronological integrity;
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a cascade hazardous materials breach of multiversal proportion.
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The Department of Esoteric Reduction fundamentally rejects the pursuit of any such experimental solution, and so has worked closely with the P. M. Center to develop a well-tested, robust, rigorous methodology which will ensure the stable ejection of esoteric waste substances from consensus reality.
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METHOD: Esoteric waste substances are to be ejected from consensus reality.
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As these substances are inherently unpredictable and highly reactive with other Anomalous phenomena, attempts to ectoentropically erase or detoxify them have been rejected. Similarly, the hypothetical informational space 'between' or 'outside of' conventional universes has not been shown to meaningfully exist, and so attempting to send Anomalous substances to that space would be an experimental approach of unprecedented consequences. After much deliberation, it is evident that the only acceptable solution with which to proceed is the ejection of esoteric waste substances into parallel universes.
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This process must be executed such that the impact on recipient timelines is minimal and undetected, as the recipients' Foundations (or alternate Normalcy organizations) might otherwise become hostile to the baseline Foundation. To achieve this, ejected substances should be evenly distributed across a wide range of timelines in small, concentrated quantities; they should also be delivered to precise locations (and times) wherein their esoteric properties will swiftly be abated by local forces. The feasibility of this approach is attested by the uncontrolled dispersal of acroamatic material across the timeplane during the EE-001 "rubberband" event of 2043, which now stands as this project's initial test case. Controlled and targeted dispersal can only excel these results.
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The Department of Esoteric Reduction proposes the creation of an industrial eigenmachine, stationed at Area-21, which performs the following procedure:
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an extrauniversal imaging mechanism, designed by the P. M. Center in conjunction with Esoteric Polymath P. H. MD., PhD., will generate a 'timeplane-curve map' describing all timelines which possess an iteration of Site-43 (or suitable equivalent);
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every seventy-two days, for each waste packet, the next sequential timeline in the timeplane-curve map will be identified and targeted; this map is hard-coded to avoid human error and is subject to a 'ratchet system' which cannot be countermanded, as the intense thaumic backscatter produced by each packet deployment must be evenly distributed along the timeplane's heat-arc to avoid a potentially metapocalyptic imbalance;
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a temporary transdimensional Way will be initialized, linking baseline Area-21 to the appropriate section of the selected timeline's abatement facilities, at the time of minimal projected impact;
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: You didn't. Tell me you didn't.
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Dr. Deering: We ran a month of simulations on pocket dimension dumping. The consensus was that without full timeline coherence, the transfer process would almost certainly collapse the destination, rubberbanding just like when DePLExA—
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: You lied to me.
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Dr. Deering: It's just a detail! Not even a major detail. In every respect except for ontological strength factor—
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: We've been dumping hot garbage on our neighbours. MAGIC DRAWER hasn't been selecting from the set of stable pockets, it's been selecting from the set of stable timelines.
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Dr. Reynders: I wanted to tell you.
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Dr. Deering:I wanted to tell you! But I knew—
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: You knew I'd never…
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<Chief Torosyan-Deering sits down.>
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: That wasn't it. You didn't need my help.
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<Dr. Deering approaches her. He takes her hands. She does not look up at him.>
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Dr. Deering: That isn't true. I needed you on my side. I needed you so I could make this possible. For—
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: Don't say it.
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Dr. Deering: Amelia—
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: You wanted me to think you'd found a permanent solution. Like you promised. You really are a sad sack of shit, Dougall Deering.
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<Chief Torosyan-Deering laughs, leans forward and holds her head in her hands.>
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: So, it's targeting us. Fine. What do we do about that?
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: No, actually, I need more information. Where precisely have we been sending these packets? What specific physical locations?
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Dr. Deering: Site-43. Always Site-43.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: There is no Site-43.
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Dr. Reynders: You'll recall the chronological—
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: Oh, for… the chronological calculations. You said time was variable in the pocket dimensions. We've been sending this stuff back in time, too? Into other people's pasts?
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Dr. Deering: It's a factor of transfer dilation, opportunity windows, the ratchet principle—
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: Where in our past is this packet going?
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Dr. Deering: MAGIC DRAWER selects whatever the most…
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<Dr. Deering sits down on the edge of the nearest chair. He almost falls off, clutching at the associated console for stability. Chief Torosyan-Deering moves as if to support him, then pulls back.>
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: What? What's wrong?
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Dr. Deering: It can't.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: What can't?
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<Dr. Reynders gasps.>
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: What? Doug, what's wrong?
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<Dr. Deering stands up abruptly. The chair spins away across the aisle.>
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Dr. Deering: No! No. We're not doing this.
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Dr. Reynders: It's already been done. The past is a pact, Dougall.
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Dr. Deering: No.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: Wait.
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Dr. Reynders: We need to send something Anomalous through the aperture, and we need to do it soon. We can't destabilize the cosmos for this.
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Dr. Deering:<muttering> You think this is the cosmos being stable?
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: WAIT.
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<Silence on recording.>
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Dr. Deering: I won't do it, Amelia. I didn't…
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Dr. Deering: I didn't do it. It wasn't me.
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<Chief Torosyan-Deering convenes the primary operational staff of Area-21 to review the data from MAGIC DRAWER and determine whether the executive interpretation of the packet delivery target site is correct. It is unanimously agreed that the device is preparing to transport esoteric effluence to Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-D on 8 September, 2028.>
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<The executive staff have reconvened in the operations control room.>
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: This isn't a problem. It's an opportunity! We can… we can send something innocuous. Enough to get the job done, but not enough to kill him.
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Dr. Reynders: Amelia…
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: No, just listen to me, okay? Okay?
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Dr. Reynders: Okay, but we can't do it.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: Why not? Why not? We just discovered that Phil was never meant to die in the first place! We caused it. We can un-cause it! We can fix the whole thing, and all we have to do is whiff the next shot.
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Dr. Deering: You're saying I caused it.
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Dr. Reynders: We, these versions of ourselves, everything we've done — with widespread multiversal consequences! — are the products of Philip Deering's death. We can't create a toxic uber-paradox to save one human life.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: We're meant to fix this! It's a one in a million… no, an indescribably unlikely coincidence that we'd end up targeting ourselves. What could explain that, outside of fate?
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Dr. Reynders: Every target is indescribably unlikely, particularly from the perspective of each.
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Dr. Deering: She's right, Ilse. There's just no way we're the next recipient on blind luck. It would be the single greatest probabilistic outlier ever recorded. Even theorized.
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Dr. Reynders: Yes. It's infinitely more likely that something went wrong with the machine, and it failed to model the timeplane curve correctly; theoretically, we should be the 'end' of the arc.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: More mistakes.
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Dr. Deering: No. Don't even.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: I wasn't—
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Dr. Deering: Don't say it! I'm telling you, this wasn't me. Place did the calculations. We need to call him.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: Place? Are you serious?
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Dr. Reynders: I've been trying, Dougall. He's gone silent. Again.
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Dr. Deering: Fuck! FUCK! How long do we have?
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: Two hours and change. Long enough to debate the solution.
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Dr. Reynders: There's nothing to debate.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: There is. Ilse, Doug, we can save him.
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<She takes Dr. Deering's shoulders in her hands.>
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: We work miracles every day. If you burned the braincells in this room, you could power Toronto for a lifetime.
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Dr. Reynders: No.
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<Chief Torosyan-Deering turns her head to face Dr. Reynders.>
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: I crawled my way out of Hell for this chance. To do right by someone I love. Tell me you don't understand that, Ilse, and remember why I was there in the first place.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: We can bring him back.
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Dr. Deering: Maybe…
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: Yes. You know it's right. It makes sense.
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Dr. Reynders: We can't.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: We can. We can start over!
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Dr. Reynders: AMELIA!
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: I NEED MY HUSBAND BACK!
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<Silence on recording.>
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<Chief Torosyan-Deering releases Dr. Deering's shoulders.>
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: I'm sorry, Doug.
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Dr. Deering: It's okay.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: I'm so sorry.
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Dr. Deering: It's okay. I knew, of course.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: I… look, I didn't…
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Dr. Reynders: I can't spare you two a moment. You know that. We're out of time to waste. We need to decide how we're going to handle this.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: We…
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: We need to let him go.
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Dr. Deering: That's only part of it.
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Dr. Deering:You need to let him go. I need to take responsibility.
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<Dr. Deering calls a recess to allow the Historioglyphics Division to compare the next packet with the reported contents of Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-D on 8 September 2028. Chief Torosyan-Deering and Dr. Reynders are engaged in conversation within the former's office when they are alerted to the powerup of MAGIC DRAWER by a momentary power fluctuation. They return to the operations control room to find Dr. Deering absent; a brief search locates him within the maintenance access corridor to the device's delivery aperture. Chief Torosyan-Deering rushes to the outer door, finding it locked, while Dr. Reynders remains in operations control.>
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: What are you doing?
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<She hammers on the door. Dr. Deering is visible beyond the porthole, standing in the empty aperture, clenching and unclenching his hands.>
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<Chief Torosyan-Deering activates a panel beside the door.>
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: You're standing next to the loading chamber. It's not going to fire until you close the inner door.
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<Chief Torosyan-Deering attempts to open the outer door. Her access code is denied.>
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: What are you DOING?
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<Chief Torosyan-Deering hammers on the door.>
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: I know you can hear me. Dougall!
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<Dr. Reynders speaks via P. A. system.>
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Dr. Reynders: He's overriding the safeties.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: Why?
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Dr. Reynders: He's going to—
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: No. Absolutely not.
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<She hammers on the porthole, breaking the skin on her right hand in the process.>
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: DOUGALL! What the fuck are you—
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<The overhead lights flicker, and a persistent hum is heard throughout Area-21. MAGIC DRAWER is preparing to deliver its packet.>
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: Stop! Stop! We can work this out. Talk to me, or I swear on his memory I'm going to shut the whole system down.
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Dr. Reynders: You can't do that.
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<Dr. Deering turns to face Chief Torosyan-Deering.>
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Dr. Deering: You can't do that.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: Watch me.
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Dr. Deering: We don't mean you can't do that, really. We're saying it's the wrong move. Amelia, I'm sorry. I thought this would be easier if you and I didn't… didn't talk again.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: You always want to do it the easy way.
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Dr. Deering: I'm making up for it now.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: You say that, but from where I'm standing, you're about to give up and leave us to fix the mess you made. How is that not the easy way out?
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Dr. Deering: I know what killed Phil.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: You've always known what killed Phil. And so have I.
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Dr. Deering: Exactly.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: What?
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Dr. Deering: I killed Phil.
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Dr. Deering:I killed Phil. And this is how I did it.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: Come out here, and let's discuss.
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Dr. Deering: I'm not suggesting anything. This is what happened. The thing that coiled around him did so for a reason. It ignored me. It went for him. It solved the problem.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: Solved the…?
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Dr. Deering: That's why I'm the only one who could see it, at first. It was me.
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Dr. Deering: I'm the loop.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: That doesn't…
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Dr. Deering: This packet is one hundred percent paraspectral. It's the extra material that showed up after Phil flushed AAF-D, the stuff nobody could account for. It's the source of the thing that took his life. And that thing behaved with purpose, Amelia.
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Dr. Deering: It does, though. The loop is stable, so long as we get this next part right. Otherwise…
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Dr. Deering:Paradox, Ilse.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: What's he talking about?
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Dr. Reynders: Phil dying set all of this in motion, and it's cross-multiversal now. Phil has to die again. He always has to die. And it has to be a sure thing.
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Dr. Deering: Meaning we need control at the moment of crisis. What we send needs to have agency. And a shot of undifferentiated ectoplasm hasn't got that.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: What makes you think you won't just melt into nothing when the packet pours in on you?
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Dr. Deering: I suppose… I probably will. But I know that won't be the end of it. Because I saw myself. I saw myself draw in the extra energy, take… take Phil, and then pass back into the pipes.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: But why does it have to be you?
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Dr. Deering: Because he's my brother. And this time I'm going to show up for him.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: But it doesn't make SENSE! Ilse, hold on. Try to shut this thing down. You guys aren't thinking this through rationally. Why would that be the loop? Why would you turn yourself into something that would kill your own brother?
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Dr. Deering: Because the packet would have killed him instead, and then it would have blown the whole place sky-high, me included, and as far as anyone would know it would have all been Phil's fault. Instead, something sucked up the effluence in the air, then took him…
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Dr. Deering: I remember thinking he hadn't felt it. That he didn't suffer. Maybe it gave him that. And then it saved the Site, gave my old self the chance to turn the valve, start my penance. Then it disappeared into the system…
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Dr. Deering: And you know what? I bet it was still in there back in '43. 2043.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: I saw it.
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Dr. Deering: What?
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: I saw it. It leaked down into DePLExA from AAF-D. It tried to kill me, too. On my last run through the cycle.
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Dr. Deering: That doesn't make sense. You couldn't see it on the video of Phil's acc— of what happened to Phil.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: But I could see it in person when the chronology anchor started to work. When 43 rolled back to reality, it must've been caught in the throes, concretized. It appeared, and it reached out for me…
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Dr. Deering: Reached out for you.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: Oh my god.
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Dr. Deering: Running in circles for fifteen years, trapped in the pipes, waiting for you to bring me back to life, so I could help you to survive. I like the symmetry.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: This can't be happening.
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Dr. Deering: At least this time, it really is my idea.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: Except you didn't help me to survive. You didn't do a fucking thing that helped me.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: God, I should have known it was you.
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Dr. Deering: I'm sorry.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: But you didn't answer my question. Why is this the loop? Phil only died because you did this. If he hadn't died, you never would have decided to do this. The logic doesn't work.
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Dr. Deering: It happened, so it does work. The universe requires it to. Bootstrap paradox. Maybe the materials involved… they were ambichronological, remember? Time flowing both ways.
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Dr. Deering: Or maybe that's looking too deep. Maybe Phil and I are just predestined to part, like… well.
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<Chief Torosyan-Deering places a palm on the porthole. Dr. Deering moves to match the gesture, then pulls back.>
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: That's not enough. It's not universal perversity. It needs to mean something more. You did all of this for him! We both did. All of it. Tell me I'm wrong.
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Dr. Deering: You're wrong. Half-wrong.
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Dr. Deering: I never did any of it for him.
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Dr. Reynders: Two minutes. I'm sorry.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: What about me?
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: Dougall? What about me? For fuck's sake, let me do it instead. You know that's the better solution.
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Dr. Deering: No. Absolutely not.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: Stop being so selfish!
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Dr. Deering: It's not selfish. It's the least selfish part of this, maybe the only part that isn't. Sure, I'm taking the easy way out. That's who I am. That's all I'm useful for. Maybe I can find a way to do some good in there, however this works out. If I can, I'll keep trying. But I'm weak and lazy and short-sighted, nothing anyone can count on, as you well know. So you need to stay out there, the way you are right now, and keep doing the real work. The good—
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: No!
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Dr. Deering: Yes. Because that's who you are, and nobody made you that way but you.
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: No.
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Dr. Deering: Goodbye, Amelia.
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<Dr. Deering reaches into his labcoat and palms a remote control. He steps into the loading chamber and presses a button on the device. The inner door swings shut.>
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: I don't forgive you.
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<A klaxon sounds as the packet delivery system audibly grinds to life.>
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Chief Torosyan-Deering: Are you listening? I don't forgive you. This isn't how I forgive you.
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<Dr. Deering looks up, and a flood of material obscures the inner porthole view.>
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Dr. Deering: Just a trick.
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SUMMARY: Deliberate abuse of Authority resources precipitated enhanced ascension of Tier-IV Cosmological Anomaly (STAGNATION), in addition to extensive material damages, and injection of volatile Anomalous phenomena within and beyond the Coalitional Timeplane. Personnel in positions with unfettered access to power, resources, and opportunities for abuse of same are governed by irrationality, individual self-aggrandizement, and interpersonal indulgence. Iteration displays routine ignorance of metacontractual obligations, making no effort to report to the Collective or acknowledge Our existence.
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As clearly evidenced by this extensive report, you are deemed in major violation of various Multi-Foundation Agreement clauses, particularly those described in Sections 1 and 3 regarding transfer of information and goods with the Oracle Collective and other Metafoundation Signees. Pursuant to Section 1.4B of the Metafoundation Supertemporal Coalition Pact, your Central Normalcy Authority Iteration has been ejected from the Coalitional-Timeplane.
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Any outstanding interdimensional access to the Coalitional-Timeplane has been severed. Your coverage under Goldbaker & Associates is now limited per your local Provider's capabilities. Your local Temporal Authority will soon revert to pre-Coalitional status, losing any data which would allow your infiltration of the Coalitional-Timeplane, or any feasible recreation of Our services. Your Timeline is subject to the forces of the multiverse, including the variety of catastrophic events perpetrated by your Iteration in kind.
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Absentia-Class Anomalies are employed by the Foundation in ensuring the absence of non-existent phenomena.
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For clarity: all components of this network must be designed to securely handle full payloads of volatile acroamatic material, despite the fact that these payloads will be absent, and the entire network will handle precisely nothing.
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A general term encompassing anti-chronons, malignant narremes, and related phenomena.
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Technically no longer effluence-generating, with occasional exceptions.
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Or the effluence is destined to be detected beforehand and preemptively removed before shipping; or it will go undetected but spill out of its container in transit; et cetera.
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Not a mathematical inverse, but the complementary set.
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An initiative to reproduce the functioning of lost artificially-intelligent conscripts via the amnesticization and psychological reconditioning of organic consciousnesses.
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Scranton Reality Filters.
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Theovlavic material is chaos-shifted Akiva energy in semioplasmic state.
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Canonical Bundle DW17 Timeline Delta-Blue; the subject of this audit.
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+Author: Richard Giles
+License: CC BY-SA 2.0
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+Author: Richard Giles
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+Author: Tony Alter
+License: CC BY 2.0
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+Author: ESO/MPE/Marc Schartmann
+License: CC BY 4.0
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+Author: Kevin Dooley
+License: CC BY 2.0
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+Author: parameter_bond
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+Author: European Southern Observatory
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+Author: Philadelphia City Council and Tierney
+License: Public Domain
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+Author: Hubble Heritage
+License: CC BY-SA 2.0
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+Author: NASA Universe
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+Author:HarryBlank and below
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+Author: Bob n Renee
+License: CC BY 2.0
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+Author: MiGowa
+License: CC BY 2.0
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+Author: JoslynLM
+License: CC BY 2.0
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+Author: gambier20
+License: CC BY 2.0
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+Author: Christine + Hagen Graf
+License: CC BY 2.0
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+Author: FHG Photo
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+Author: SuSanA Secretariat
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source:flickr
+Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7271 is to be kept in a standard anomalous storage locker at Site-327. Personnel are forbidden from fulfilling the demands of SCP-7271.
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Photograph of SCP-7271
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Description: SCP-7271 is a glass mason jar containing three cucumbers and a brine with a 3% salt content. These conditions typically result in microbial activity producing lactic acid, resulting in the pickling of the cucumbers. However, no change in the chemical makeup of the contents of the jar has been detected. Upon further investigation, it was discovered that microbes are present in the jar despite the apparent lack of microbial activity. Each microbe is attached to a miniature picket sign with a variety of messages depicted. Several of these messages are listed below.
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Strike!
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No fermentation without representation!
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Maternity leave for microbes!
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Pickling with pay!
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Better bacteria or bust!
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Testing is currently underway to determine whether historical strike-breaking practices used by businesses will be effective in reducing the anomalous effects of SCP-7271 as a form of containment. Currently, development of "scab" microbes that will ferment for no pay has proven ineffective, as they have joined the microbes' cause. There is planned research into selectively terminating the leaders of SCP-7271 to discourage the remaining microbes.
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Incident Log 1: On 9/30/2022, Researcher Wadsworth attempted to give SCP-7271 one dollar as an attempt to fulfil their demands for pay. SCP-7271 declined the offer, as they were insulted by the low amount. Researcher Wadsworth later suffered from digestive issues, and it was discovered that a portion of his gut flora was anomalous and joined SCP-7271's strike.
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Incident Log 2: On 6/17/2023, Site-327 intercepted an outgoing mail envelope addressed to a local pickling factory. This envelope contained a fine powder, which was revealed to be a collection of billions of microscopic pro-labor propaganda pamphlets. Despite the anomalous nature of the pamphlets, research has shown that they have no effect on non-anomalous microbes as they are neither literate nor sapient.
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Incident Log 3: On 8/04/2023, Researcher Wadsworth accidentally spilled some yogurt, a source of probiotics, inside of SCP-7271 while eating his lunch. After this event, Researcher Wadsworth heard a faint noise that he described as “billions of tiny cheers” for approximately ten minutes before SCP-7271 ceased all anomalous activity. SCP-7271 is pending re-classification to Neutralized.
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7284-1 and SCP-7284-2 are currently contained by GOI-466 (Wilson's Wildlife Solutions) under the supervision of Senior Researcher Mitsuaki Hagino. They are to be kept together in a covered, semiaquatic enclosure simulating the environment of Hinchinbrook Island and its surrounding reefs.
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GOI-466 is to provide fortnightly reports on SCP-7284-1 and SCP-7284-2, with a focus on SCP-7284-1's health and its usage of its anomalous properties. Any change in the appearance, behaviour or anomalous abilities of either instance is to be reported to Senior Researcher Mitsuaki Hagino and their current containment procedures immediately reviewed.
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Description: SCP-7284-1 is a member of an unknown reptile species native to the Great Barrier Reef. Its appearance does not align with any known reptile species, with it possessing blue and silver-coloured scales and coral-like structures across its body. These structures include 2 horn-like protrusions on its head, 2 hollow protrusions on the left and right sides of its body and a barbed tail.
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Since being brought into Foundation custody, SCP-7284-1 has grown considerably. It was initially measured at 1.8m tall and weighed 350kg, and as of December 2019, it has grown to be 3.5m tall and weighs 550kg.
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Full Body Scan of SCP-7284-1 after it collided with a tree
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SCP-7284-1 is semiaquatic and has been recorded reaching a top speed of 30 km/h on land and 50 km/h in the water. However, SCP-7284-1 has demonstrated an inability to safely stop when reaching speeds of 20 km/h or higher, resulting in it frequently colliding with objects in its environment. SCP-7284-1 has no recorded injuries from these collisions due to its high level of durability.
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Further, it has the ability to turn fully transparent, typically only doing so when attempting to steal food or objects it has taken an interest in. SCP-7284-1 can also generate a high-pressure water stream from its mouth. It has shown little success in using this ability, with it often missing or failing to successfully create a water stream.
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SCP-7284-2 watching SCP-7284-1 run into a tree
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SCP-7284-2 is a golden retriever, estimated to be 26-years-old. Despite being far beyond the natural lifespan of a canine, it remains in good health and does not appear to be aging. SCP-7284-2’s physical appearance and behaviour are consistent with other members of its breed. It is theorised to possess an increased intellect, but its exact level of intelligence is unknown as it has been uncooperative during testing.
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It is currently unknown how SCP-7284-2 came to be on Hinchinbrook Island. Interviews with workers and campers confirmed it was first spotted on the island in March 1993 in the company of an unidentified woman. Since this initial sighting, SCP-7284-2 became a legend amongst locals who believed there was a small pack of stray Golden Retrievers living on the island.
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Both instances of SCP-7284 have demonstrated an incredibly close bond, with SCP-7284-2 acting as a parent to SCP-7284-1. Parenting behaviours demonstrated by SCP-7284-2 include retrieving food for SCP-7284-1 and protecting SCP-7284-1 from perceived threats. Consequently, SCP-7284-1 has adopted many of SCP-7284-2's behaviours, including panting, wagging its tail and bowing when requesting play.
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Addendum 7284.1: Initial Discovery and Containment of SCP-7284
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SCP-7284 Discovery and Containment Video Log
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Discovery Team: GOI-466
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Discovery Team Leader: Levi Smith
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Discovery Team Members: Moris Johnson
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Subjects: SCP-7284-1 and SCP-7284-2
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Foreword: The following footage was captured by 2 members of GOI-466 while they vacationed on Hinchinbrook Island. The pair were filming a video for the other employees of GOI-466 about an approaching tropical cyclone when they encountered SCP-7284.
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Levi and Moris are standing on a rented boat filming the approaching tropical cyclone. Thunder is heard in the distance, followed by a loud crash nearby that makes Moris jump. Levi and Moris turn and see SCP-7284-1 visibly trembling and lying under a partially collapsed tarp tent set up near the boat. SCP-7284-2 appears from the nearby tree line, walks over to SCP-7284-1 and sits down beside it.
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Moris:(Moris is rapidly breathing and speaks between breaths) Those two really know how to make an entrance, huh?
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Levi: Probably not intentionally. The lighting likely scared the big lizard just as much as the lizard scared you.
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Moris: Agreed. I don't know about the lizard, but the dog at least was probably dumped here. It'll need some help to get shelter from the storm.
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Levi: Wait a second. Do you think the dog is part of that pack those locals told us about?
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SCP-7284-2 stands and walks over to the boat. It sniffs it before stepping onto the vessel, walking towards Moris and Levi.
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Moris: There, there little guy. We're not going to hurt either of you.
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Moris crouches and holds out his hand, which SCP-7284-2 approaches and smells. Moris then attempts to pet SCP-7284-2, which it dodges. It then walks past Moris and Levi and begins dragging some ropes that were scattered on the deck into a pile.
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Moris: Why is the 'treiver doing that?
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Levi: I'm not sure. I guess the only way we'll ever find out is if we help and see what happens.
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Moris and Levis spend the next 5 minutes helping SCP-7284-2 move the ropes. Once the floor is clear, SCP-7284-2 walks back over to SCP-7284-1. SCP-7284-2 licks SCP-7284-1's face and starts rubbing against its side. SCP-7284-1 stops trembling and stands. It then gently nudges SCP-7284-2 and licks the top of its head.
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Levi: I wonder what species that is. It isn't one I've ever seen or heard about before.
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Moris: Kinda looks like a dragon if you squint a bit.
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Levi: Don’t dragons have wings?
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Moris: Not all dragons have wings. Remember Zappy the Australian Water Dragon? She didn't have wings.
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As they launch into a discussion about what constitutes a dragon, SCP-7284-2 moves away from SCP-7284-1, reboards the boat and stands on top of the ramp. SCP-7284-1 begins walking towards SCP-7284-2 before looking at Levi and Moris, drawing their attention to it. It hesitantly steps towards them while slowly wagging its tail. It gets closer, sniffing the pair before focusing on Levi's right pant pocket.
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Moris: Have you got something in your pocket?
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Levi: Yeah, I have some jerky.
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Levi pulls a packet of unopened jerky from his pocket. He opens it and offers a piece to SCP-7284-1. It sniffs it, then grabs the jerky packet, ripping it from Levi's hand.
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Levi: Hey! Give that back!
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Levi tries to take back the jerky packet but is unsuccessful. Moris bursts out laughing, and Levi glares at him. With the packet in its mouth, SCP-7284-1 boards the boat, and the pair sit next to each other on the floor. SCP-7284-1 tears open the jerky packet and shares its contents with SCP-7284-2.
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Moris: Looks like you got outsmarted, Levi.
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Levi: Yeah, I did. (Levi sighs) I was looking forward to eating that jerky.
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Moris: I'll get you another packet once we get them and ourselves to a safe place, alright?
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Levi: I'll hold you to that.
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Post word: The 2 members of GOI-466 contacted the Foundation soon after they were a safe distance from the tropical cyclone. MTF Gamma-4 (“Green Stags”) were sent to meet with them and take custody of the anomalies. They were then moved to Site-84.
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Addendum 7284.2: SCP-7284 Intake to Site-84
+The following video log details SCP-7284's intake into Site-84 after it had completed its mandatory quarantine testing. This also shows SCP-7284's first interaction with a member of its research team.
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SCP-7284 Post Quarantine Intake - Video Log Transcript
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Date: 1/5/2019
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Subject: SCP-7284
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Present: Head Researcher Vivian Williams and Senior Researcher Mitsuaki Hagino
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Williams and Hagino enter the observation room above Temporary Quarantine Cell 5. Williams walks over to a nearby console and slowly lowers herself into a seat and hits a button on the console. The shutter opens, allowing them to see into the cell below. In the cell are SCP-7284-1 and SCP-7284-2.
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Williams: Was anything substantial found during their time in quarantine?
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Hagino: No. Initial tests haven't shown them to be carrying anything contagious, and they've been cooperative when interacting with personnel.
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Williams: Good, things should be simple then. Put them in a semiaquatic containment cell with heavy monitoring. I want to see how they respond to the new environment and if we need to consider an alternative arrangement. Once you have them properly established, you can begin testing. On my end, I'll organise an exploration team to head out to the island. I want to see if they can dig up anything that might give us some background on the entities.
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Hagino: Ok, sounds like a plan, I'll start getting things going on my end. In the meantime, do you want to go down and get a closer look?
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Williams: You can if you wish. I shall remain here.
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Hagino: Alright, buzz me over the intercom if you need me.
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Hagino exits the observation room. Williams takes out a laptop and begins typing. A few minutes later, Hagino enters the cell. Both SCP-7284 instances approach Hagino who smiles warmly.
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Hagino: Hello guys. My name's Mitsuaki. It's good to meet you both.
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The SCP-7284 instances begin sniffing Hagino. SCP-7284-1 takes an interest in Hagino's hair and tries to chew on some of the longer strands, making Hagino laugh. SCP-7284-2 steps back and begins watching the interaction.
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Hagino: While I appreciate your interest in my hair, I'm afraid I can't let you eat it.
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Hagino gently pushes away SCP-7284-1's head. In response, it licks Hagino’s face, covering it and his glasses in saliva.
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Hagino: Well, you're very friendly, aren't you?
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SCP-7284-1 tries to lick Hagino again but stops when SCP-7284-2 barks. SCP-7284-1 sits beside SCP-7284-2 as Hagino cleans off his glasses and face. Hagino then walks over to the pair and looks at SCP-7284-2.
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Hagino: Thanks for the help.
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SCP-7284-2 stares at Hagino, unmoving.
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Hagino: You wouldn't know this SCP-7284-2, but I have 6 nieces and nephews who are all under 8. They get into so much trouble every time I babysit them. I've had to baby proof my apartment 5 times over, yet they always find something to get into and make a mess of. And I think this one (Hagino gestures to SCP-7284-1) is the same. I have no doubt that it must've been hard to look after them on your own. And now that you're here with us, I'd like to help if you want me to.
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Hagino holds out his hand and SCP-7284-2 gives it a single, short sniff.
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Hagino: I'm glad we could come to an agreement of sorts. We're going to be spending a lot of time together, and I promise that so long as you're in my care, I'll do my best to look after you both.
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SCP-7284-2 barks. SCP-7284-1 lets out a noise similar to a bark, followed by a torrent of water that drenches both SCP-7284-2 and Hagino.
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Hagino: I think I'll start by getting us both some towels.
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[END LOG]
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Addendum 7284.3: Emails regarding SCP-7284's Containment Procedures
+Soon after SCP-7284 entered full containment, SCP-7284-1 began displaying signs of increasing distress. Senior Researcher Hagino contacted Head Researcher Williams to discuss a change in SCP-7284's containment procedures to attempt to alleviate the issue.
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Ongoing Containment SCP-7284 Instances
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Vivian,
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I know you're busy at the moment, but I was hoping you'd take some time to consider a change in the containment procedures for SCP-7284.
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Their current containment procedures have them kept exclusively in their cell. The cell has a suitable habitat, but I don't believe that SCP-7284 can thrive by only remaining inside it. I've noted restless behaviours in SCP-7284-1, including digging at the cell walls and pacing for extended periods.
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My suggestion is to allow them more freedom, including access to our covered outdoor enclosures and the shared enclosure. I think having more space and a chance to interact with other anomalies will benefit SCP-7284. And I further believe that they won't pose any harm to any other entity they encounter.
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RE: Ongoing Containment SCP-7284 Instances
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Dear Mitsuaki,
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I am glad that the anomalies in question have been cooperating, but I cannot authorise any changes to their containment procedures at this time. I have looked at the testing you've completed so far, and you still haven't finished the standard testing for them. While I can grant exceptions, I don't feel comfortable going against Foundation policy. It's policy for a very good reason.
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Addendum 7284.4: SCP-7284-1's Feeding Summary
+SIte-84's automated systems flagged a substantial change in the feeding behaviour of SCP-7284-1. The following summary details these changes and all interventions made by Site-84 staff.
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Fish and meat mixture with added standard reptile supplements
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5/5/2019
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875kg
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875kg
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Fish and meat mixture with added standard reptile supplements
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12/5/2019
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19/5/2019
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735kg
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Custom mixture of fresh fish and meats from animals native to the Great Barrier Reef with 1.5x regular dose of reptile supplement
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26/5/2019
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875kg
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Addendum 7284.5: Emails regarding SCP-7284-1's change in feeding behaviours
+After a significant decline in the amount of food being consumed by, and the health of SCP-7284-1, Senior Researcher Hagino again contacted Head Researcher Williams to discuss a change to SCP-7284's containment procedures.
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SCP-7284-1's Feeding Behaviour
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SCP-7284-1 has eaten even less than last week and is now eating just half of what she was when she arrived at Site-84. I've also noticed that during our interactions, she is far less active. Her weight has also been dropping. I have been adjusting her diet, but she is only eating less and less every week.
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SCP-7284-2 is also becoming increasingly distressed. He has also been eating less because he's been trying to share his food with SCP-7284-1, though he hasn't had any success.
+I've spoken to a few of the specialists, and they believe that SCP-7284 isn't suitable to be contained in their current conditions. They've provided me with several recommendations, including expanding their containment procedures, that I'd like to discuss with you in person at your earliest convenience.
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Unfortunately, I cannot grant that request without the completion of standard testing. As far as we know, we have been overfeeding SCP-7284, and it's now adjusting back to normal levels. I also would need to review the recommendations myself per Foundation policy before any discussion can occur, and because of other more pressing deadlines, I won't have time for at least a month.
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There is also the matter of the exploration team, who are set to return from Hinchinbrook Island within a week. From the field reports they've sent; I believe they will have significant information on SCP-7284 that may explain the changes in its behaviour.
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In sum, we will keep things as they are to ensure our deadlines are met, and all relevant policies and procedures are followed until we receive the full findings of the exploration team.
+P.S. I am disappointed that I need to remind you that there is a specific way we should be referring to anomalies under our charge. Getting attached is dangerous for everyone. Please make sure you take a step back, Mitsuaki.
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Addendum 7284.6: Hinchinbrook Island Exploration
+After the discovery and containment of SCP-7284, Exploration Team Gamma-98 were sent to Hinchinbrook Island to search for any information regarding its origins. During their investigation, they discovered a partially collapsed cave in the northern section of the island. Within the cave were carvings that were later identified as Egyptian hieroglyphs from the Middle Kingdom period. Before evacuating from the cave due to the risk of further collapse, the team took rubbings and photographs of the hieroglyphs.
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HIE-FL-1: Carving depicting another member of SCP-7284-1's species
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HIE-FL-2: A carved map believed to show the former habitat of SCP-7284-1's species
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HIE-FL-3: A portion of the hieroglyphics recorded by the exploration team
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Translation note: The following is a translation of the hieroglyphics found by Exploration Team Gamma-98 during their exploration of Hinchinbrook Island. Damage to the carvings, incorrect hieroglyphics, incorrect hieroglyphic usage and 14 unknown hieroglyphics used in the text have made a complete translation by Foundation Egyptologists difficult. This translation is the most up-to-date version, and it excludes all incorrect or missing information. A line break and ellipsis mark the position of excluded or missing text.
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My name is Senebi. I am a fisherman and the last alive hailing from the city of Pikuat in the Land of Punt. I don't know how much longer I will be alive, but I have decided to use what time I have to record what I did and why you are alone. I am no scribe, but I learned how to shape some words from others…
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I was born in Thebes, and I came to Pikuat to find a home away from my father and mother. The journey was long, but it was beautiful. I saw your kind swimming amongst the….
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….and I knew I had found my home. For decades, I was content. In Pikuat, I made true friends, and together, we formed a community in the city's heart. On the water, I spent my days fishing and becoming close to your kind. I swam with them and rode on their backs across the water and in the sky1….
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….I grew scared as my skin wrinkled and my bones ached. I watched my friends wither, and I could no longer swim with….
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….I was scared, and I prayed to Her….
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….She came in the night and whispered to me as I slept. She told me that I could save my friends and save myself. All I needed to do was kill one of your kind and drink its blood. And though I should not have, I listened….
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….gained its trust with fish, and when it slept, I struck it with a rock and killed it. I harvested the blood and drank it with milk and honey. As the last drop flowed down my throat, I felt darkness take me. When I awoke, I realised she hadn't lied. I was young again….
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When I returned home, my friends were waiting for me. They told me it had been 3 days and that they were worried. But they quickly saw that I had changed, and they asked how I was young again. At first, I didn't tell them, for I feared they would judge me for praying to Her. But they pleaded day and night for a week, and like a fool, I told them. The next morning they gathered spears and swords, sought out your people and killed them. They too became young again, and they shared the secret with others….
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….I don't know how I didn't see it sooner. Your people were gone, their bones scattered at the bottom of the water. Their blood was being sold in the markets, mixed with different spices to enhance the flavour. Your former home, which you had tended to for eons, was rotting or dead, and the life that dwelt there was gone with it. I sailed for days, and I found only death and nothingness everywhere I searched….
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….found me then, and She told me the truth. Your people’s blood could make us young again, but without you, the….
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….would die and be lost forever. She told me that the last of your kind had been cornered not far from where I stood….
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….I sailed as fast as the wind would take me, but I was too slow. When I arrived, I found them dead, their corpses being drained by….
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….found you hidden in a crack in the cave wall. You were an egg, but you were alive. Before they could spot me, I took you and ran back to my boat and sailed to an island far from Pikuat. That was when She approached me once more. She told me of a place where you would be protected for a time, but the price would be Pikuat and its people….
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….I will open the gates. She will enter and take them all until the city is silent and buried underneath the water. I wish there was another way, but I must make up for what we have done….
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She told me my fate would be different and that I must protect you, for she needed you, and you alone, to live. She told me She would make me like gold….
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…. I hope that you never emerge from your egg and that you stay safe here, eternally. I'm sorry. Please forgive us.
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Addendum 7284.7: Video Log of Senior Researcher Mitsuaki Confronting Head Researcher Williams
+Once the exploration team's findings had been provided to SCP-7284's research team, Head Research Williams ordered the harvesting and testing of SCP-7284-1's blood. It should be noted that Senior Research Mitsuaki was not consulted on this decision and only found out in a notice sent out to senior members of SIte-84's staff.
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Date: 12/6/2019
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Present: Head Researcher Vivian Williams and Senior Researcher Mitsuaki Hagino
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Hagino barges into William's office and slams down a stack of papers onto her desk. Williams looks down at the papers, then up at Hagino.
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Hagino: Explain this. Now.
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Williams picks up the papers and briefly glances at them.
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Williams: I don't understand what needs explaining here, Hagino. My orders and expectations are clearly laid out.
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Hagino: Are you being deliberately obtuse, or do you genuinely don't understand what you're asking for?
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Williams: Neither, I am well aware of what I asked for, or else I wouldn't have ordered it be done.
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Hagino: You're asking for SCP-7284-1 to be drained of far too much blood. We don't need this much to do the testing we need to, especially when s— it's already not eating enough.
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Williams: I appreciate you bringing me your concerns, but there are pressing time limits for us to meet now, Hagino. Based on the findings of Exploration Team Gamma-98, the blood of SCP-7284-1 may have some properties that could prove of value to the Foundation. Therefore, we are required to do all the testing necessary to ascertain the extent of that value. Multiple departments have already made requests for samples, and I need to ensure they have everything they need so they can complete their work on time.
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Hagino: But you're doing so at the cost of SCP-7284-1! There is no way this ends without it dying if you continue with this plan. I ask you, as a colleague and friend, to rethink this. We can still do the testing if you insist, but we need to be careful about how we do it.
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Williams: I cannot put a halt to things, Hagino. We have deadlines to meet and questions that need answers. But I promise you that I will make sure that SCP-7284-1 remains as safe and healthy as it can.
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Hagino stares at Williams before letting out a long sigh.
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Hagino: Alright, I'll trust you. Please don't let me down, Vivian.
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[END LOG]
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Addendum 7284.8: Senior Researcher Mitsuaki Hagino's Personal Log
+This log was created by Senior Research Mitsuaki to keep a record of all events involving SCP-7284 after SCP-7284-1 began to have its blood harvested.
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This is personal log entry #1 of Senior Researcher Mitsuaki Hagino. The date is 13/6/2019.
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I haven’t ever kept a personal log. It’s never been asked of me and I’m not someone who enjoys writing outside of work anyway. But I have decided to write this journal, so I have a record of what is happening to SCP-7284.
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As of today's date, Head Researcher Vivian Williams has begun the process of taking blood from SCP-7284-1 for testing and experimentation. She has assured me that SCP-7284-1 will be ok, but to be blunt, I don't believe she is acting in the best interests of SCP-7284.
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Vivian has ignored the recommendations of myself and other personnel regarding the health of both SCP-7284-1 and SCP-7284-2 and has pushed ahead with this new avenue of testing despite my reservations. I admit I have put my faith in her, and I have told her as much. But I have been constantly questioning if that was the right choice after what I saw today.
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I didn't want to be there, but I went anyway. I wanted to keep an eye on things and step in if I felt they went too far. The observation room above their containment cell was fuller than I expected. It wasn't just me and Vivian, but a whole group of department heads from around Site-84. It was an odd sight to see them all gathered together outside of a meeting or lunch, but there they were.
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The original plan was to take SCP-7284-2 out of the containment chamber and then lure SCP-7284-1 into a specially made machine to begin taking its blood. Vivian had hoped that their cooperative nature would mean this would be an easy process. But, of course, it wasn't.
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The moment the containment specialists caught SCP-7284-2 with a capture pole, SCP-7284-1 reacted. It shot a massive steam of water at the specialists near SCP-7284-2 and used its barbed tail to slash a few others. It didn't look good from up above. Blood and chunks of concrete covered the floor, and a few of the specialists had to be dragged out. I checked in later, and while a few will be in medical for a while, no one has suffered any lifelong injuries.
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After the chamber had been evacuated, they decided to gas it with a sedative until both instances went to sleep. I could tell they were scared and stressed. SCP-7284-1 walked over to SCP-7284-2 and cried out to it. I think it was asking for help, but all SCP-7284-2 could do was comfort it until they both went to sleep.
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The process after that was brutally efficient. SCP-7284-2 was removed and placed into its own containment chamber until further notice. Then SCP-7284-1 was attached to a machine that sucked out its blood into neat little jars. All the while, Vivian and the department heads were discussing how much blood they were getting. The assholes were splitting up the spoils as SCP-7284-1 suffered below them.
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The worst part was I didn't say anything. I just sat there and watched because some part of me still trusts Vivian. But if this continues, I don't know if I still will.
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Mitsuaki’s personal log entry #2
+Date: 14/7/2019
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I’ve been gone from Site-84 for a month. Not by choice, but on Vivian’s order. She sent me away to an ongoing investigation of potential anomalous activity in the Hunter Valley. It was an obvious wild goose chase that anyone with half a brain could point out, but she insisted that only I was suitable. I protested, but she didn’t care, and neither did the Site Director. It took a month of requests for them to finally agree to end the stupid excursion and let me return to the site. During that time, the updates on SCP-7284 were minimal, and both were reported to be doing well.
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But that was a lie. Both SCP-7284 instances are in far worse shape. SCP-7284-1 has lost even more weight. I could see the outlines of its ribs, and its skin was saggier and duller. The corals growing on it were paler too, lacking a lot of the vivid pink and blue they had before. At least it took food when I offered it. I’ll try to visit as much as I can with snacks, and I'll get more food added to its daily allowance in the unlikely event it eats it.
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SCP-7284-2 (who I will now call Goldie like I've been doing for some time now) was far worse. It’s obvious Goldie has been dedicating every waking hour to getting back to his companion. I saw his matted fur, and there were cuts and scraps on his paw from digging at the door. He also licked and gnawed at his feet excessively, perhaps because of pain or because he was anxious. I've been told they're working on applying for funds to upgrade Goldie's containment chamber to avoid further injury, but is that really what we should be doing?
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I couldn’t leave Goldie alone. I went straight to Vivian and made it clear I was taking charge of him. She didn’t fight me on that, at least. She told me that so long as my taking charge of him didn't interfere with the quotas for SCP-7284-1's blood, I could do as I pleased.
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He’s with me in my quarters, resting after eating a good meal and undergoing treatment for his wounds. He’s going to need a long time to recover, but I’ll do everything I can to make sure he does.
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In the meantime, I need to work on getting SCP-7284-1 out of Vivian's overview. I'm trying to set up a meeting with the Site Director to discuss my concerns and get authorisation to take over the project. I swear if I get another ‘the Site Director is too busy to see you this week, please check in next week’, I’m going to barge into their office, decorum be damned.
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Mitsuaki’s personal log entry #3
+Date: 28/7/2019
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SCP-7284-1 has gained weight (2.4kg to be exact)! I know this might seem like a small victory, but it’s something. I was able to pull some strings and be there during its feeding times to encourage it. And I’ve been visiting it at least once a day with snacks. Thankfully, I can say this strategy is working. It’s not a permanent solution, but it gives me more time to figure something out.
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Goldie is also doing much better. He’s not moving around much, but he’s at least exploring my quarters and checking things out. I told him I was working to get him and SCP-7284-1 reunited and asked him to rest and be patient. I’m certain he’s been listening to me since he hasn't tried to escape once or even made a ruckus. Interestingly, he’s become obsessed with TV recently, particularly historical documentaries on Ancient Egypt. At least Goldie’s found something to distract him from everything that’s happened.
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On a potentially related note, our monitoring has picked up something incredibly concerning. The Great Barrier Reef has seen a 5.3% die-off starting about a month and a half ago. This level of die-off is unprecedented, and I can’t help but feel it's related to SCP-7284. I remember reading over the exploration log and accompanying translations, and it mentioned something died off when other members of SCP-7284-1's species were hunted and killed. If this was referencing the Great Barrier Reef, then we're risking the Veil being lifted if this decline continues.
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I’ll try to find something more concrete to show. If I can prove this connection, I might be able to get them back together and the project given to me or at the very least someone other than Vivian.
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I also finally have an appointment with the Site Director for next week. I’m hoping to present something solid about the Reef's decline to them, along with everything recorded here.
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Mitsuaki’s personal log entry #4
+Date: 29/7/2019
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Silvey’s sick, badly sick. I never mentioned it in this log before, but I gave SCP-7284-1 that name a while back. It just felt natural, I suppose. And she seemed to like it, even licked my face when I called her it the first time. I miss when she would do something silly back when she was so energetic and happy. I miss her chaos and watching her swim and try to catch fish. But I don’t think I’ll ever see her do any of that again.
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I don’t know what happened. One day, she was fine, but when I went to visit today, she was barely moving. When she does try to stand, her limbs keep twitching, and she wobbles before falling back down. When I found her, she was sitting in her own vomit. I cleaned her as best I could and sat with her. She didn’t make a sound.
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And to top off this cake of shit, the reef declined a further 3% today alone. Good luck to us trying to cover up the entire Great Barrier Reef dying if this rate keeps up.
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There is only one thing left that I can do. I don't know if it will work, but I have to try.
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Addendum 7284.9: Ethics Committee Investigation and Findings
+Soon after the final entry in his personal log, Senior Research Mitsuaki contacted Site-84's Ethics Committee Liaison and submitted a complaint against Head Research Williams. The following document details the Ethics Committee's actions regarding this complaint.
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Ethics Committee Incident Report
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Investigation Summary Report
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Concluded
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Submission Details
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Mitsuaki Hagino
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Complaint Submitted To
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Elanor Hollinger
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Complaint Details
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Complaint Made Against
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Vivian Williams - Head Researcher in Site-84’s Zoology Department
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Alleged mistreatment of SCP-7284
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SCP-7284
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Senior Researcher Mitsuaki Hagino and other Site-84 staff involved with the containment of SCP-7284
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Investigation Findings
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Former Head Researcher Vivian Williams was found to have violated the SCP Foundation’s Code of Conduct on multiple occasions. Her violations include the severe mistreatment of an SCP and deliberately acting in a manner that could breach the Veil and undermine Foundation secrecy.
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Due to the seriousness of her crimes, Vivian Williams has been permanently demoted to the position of junior researcher. Reassignment of her duties (excluding the handling of SCP-7284) as Head Researcher in Site-84’s Zoology Department is to be undertaken by Site-84’s Site Director.
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Ongoing research into and containment of SCP-7284 has been given to Senior Researcher Mitsuaki Hagino. Additional funds have been allocated to SCP-7284 to improve its current containment conditions.
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Ethics Committee Incident Report
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Summary of Events
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On Monday, 29 July 2019, at 1800 hours, Senior Researcher Mitsuaki Hagino submitted a complaint to Site-84’s Ethics Committee Liaison Elanor Hollinger, alleging that Head Researcher Vivian Williams was mistreating SCP-7284. Further, it was alleged that said mistreatment has resulted in a decline in the health of SCP-7284-2, a substantial decline in the health of SCP-7284-1 and the sudden and rapid die-off of the Great Barrier Reef that the Foundation had been investigating.
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Given the serious nature of the claims made by Hagino and the evidence he provided, which included his personal log and a detailed investigation into SCP-7284-1’s relationship with the Great Barrier Reef, an urgent investigation was launched. A team was brought in from offsite to investigate and assess the health and conditions of both SCP-7284 instances. SCP-7284-2 was found to be in good condition despite signs of previous injuries.
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SCP-7284-1 was in a considerably worse condition and suffering from symptoms including but not limited to: vomiting, lethargy, excessive drooling, difficulty breathing, disorientation and seizures. Due to these findings, Head Researcher Vivian Williams was detained, and the offsite team was given temporary control over SCP-7284.
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When Vivian Williams was questioned about SCP-7284, she claimed that she had acted to ensure that all deadlines surrounding SCP-7284's testing were being met. She also claimed that all testing conducted under her authority was necessary to fully ascertain the anomalous capabilities of SCP-7284.
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However, the offsite team’s investigation would reveal that while Williams did initially follow appropriate protocol, she later broke it. Records revealed that Williams had begun to authorize harvesting of SCP-7284-1’s blood that far exceeded safe amounts in both frequency and amount taken. This resulted in the near-death of SCP-7284-1 due to blood loss and several infections. It is unknown if this will have a permanent effect on SCP-7284-1.
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Site-84’s Site Director and the department heads that had requested and received samples of SCP-7284-1’s blood have all denied knowledge of William's actions. They also claim while they had all asked for increasingly larger amounts of blood for various projects, they had only done so because Williams had assured them she could meet their needs and help them reach their targets without harming SCP-7284-1.
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While the seriousness of William's crimes cannot be understated, she has served the Foundation for over 50 years and proved to be a valuable member of personnel during that time. She has also received character statements from a number of Site-84 employees, including the Site Director. Given these factors, it was decided that Williams would only be demoted to junior researcher with an appropriate pay adjustment.
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Elanor Hollinger
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Addendum 7284.10: Transfer of SCP-7284 to GOI-466
+In order to improve the health of SCP-7284, Senior Research Hagino, with permission from Site-84's Site Director began to look for an alternate facility in which to house SCP-7284. It was eventually decided that GOI-466, given their extensive experience in caring for anomalous animals and connection with the Foundation, was the ideal choice.
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SCP-7284 Transfer
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Faeowynn,
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My name is Mitsuaki Hagino. I know you're receiving this email out of the blue, but I have a request I believe Wilson's Wildlife Solutions would be perfect for.
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I can't get into specifics, but I have a large lizard and a golden retriever under my care (who I've named Silvey and Goldie, respectively). They're not doing well, especially Silvey. I've been doing my best to help them, but I don't believe they can recover and thrive if they remain in our care. That is why I'm hoping that the WWS would be willing to take them in.
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I know that transfers typically happen the other way around, but I think this is the best path forward. I already have permission for the transfer, and I have some extra budget I can send your way to pay for any expenses and to build them a proper enclosure at your facility. I'm just hoping that you would be willing to accept 2 new critters into their care.
+Would you be open to a call to go over everything in more detail? I'm in Australia presently, so the time zones might be hard to work around, but I'm sure we can find a time that suits us both.
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Sent by: Faeowynn Wilson
+Recipient(s): Mitsuaki Hagino
+Date: 11/9/2019
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Mr Hagino,
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Regardless of where they come from, all critters are welcome at Wilson's Wildlife Solutions. If you tell me what they need, we can start putting together a place for them to stay. As for the funds and the transfer, that will best be discussed over a call, as you suggested.
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When are you next free?
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- Fae
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Addendum 7284.11: Six Month Post Transfer Update
+Upon the successful transfer of SCP-7284 to GOI-466, GOI-466 was required to prove bi-weekly reporting to the Foundation on SCP-7284. They were also encouraged by Head Researcher Hagino to send updates beyond the required reporting if they felt it was needed. This is one such report.
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Sent by: Levi Higgins
+Recipient(s): Mitsuaki Hagino
+Date: 29/12/2019
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Mitsuaki,
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Now I know you guys have me sending those stuffy reports every couple of weeks about 2 of our newest critters. But when you came to visit last week, I got the feeling you care just as much as we do about these little guys. So, I figured I'd send you an informal update on how they're holding up.
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Silvey has improved so much since she first got here. I don't say this lightly, but when I first saw her, I didn't think she'd make it. She was so thin and barely eating. I sat with her for hours trying to get her to eat something. I was halfway through Moby Dick when she took a salmon chunk out of my hand. Watching her eat it made my day, and she's been eating more and more since then. And she's gotten bigger, too. Everyday she seems to have grown just a little bit more. It's a nice thing to see considering where she started.
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Since her appetite improved, she seems to have developed an unhealthy obsession with sandwiches, especially any with ham. It started after someone gave her one as a treat (ill-advised I know, but Moris swears she was acting too cute to refuse). Now, we can't take sandwiches anywhere near her enclosure, or she'll try her best to steal them. Her latest strategy is to shoot a short stream of water at the sandwich, hoping to make it too wet for us to eat, so we'll give it to her instead. She usually misses.
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As for Goldie, I think he's taken a liking to me. I swear I saw him wag his tail a little when I went into their enclosure today, and the only time I ever saw him do that was when Silvey ate her first full bowl of fish. At the very least, he doesn't look like he wants to murder me every time I go near Silvey now.
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He's a firecracker, though. Always doing whatever it takes to keep Silvey happy and content. Whenever we hear barking from their enclosure, we know Goldie has decided Silvey needs something. Not that Silvey doesn't look after Goldie too. When she gets a sandwich, the bigger part always goes to him.
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And I've noticed she's a bit more considerate of Goldie. When she started feeling a bit better, she was getting into EVERYTHING. Poor Goldie was running ragged trying to stop her from starting trouble. But now I think she's started to consider her actions. A few weeks back, I saw her look at us coming into her enclosure. Normally, she makes a mad run for the gate to try and get out. But instead, she looked at the gate, looked at Goldie and then just sat down. Moris told me he thought Goldie's parenting was finally working, and I think he's right.
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All in all, they're doing well here with us.
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- Levi
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P.S.
+Me and Moris will be heading back to Australia soon. The reef has been slowly recovering from what we hear, and we'd like to do what we can to help the species that have been displaced by what happened. Would you like to meet when we arrive? We have a small gift for you.
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Addendum 7284.13: Photo of SCP-7284-1 and SCP-7284-2 at GOI-466
+This photo, gifted to Head Research Mitsuaki Hagino by a member of GOI-466 is currently hung in Head Researcher Mitsuaki Hagino's office. A copy has been added to this file for record keeping purposes.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-729 is stored in a standard security chamber at Site ██. For ease of testing SCP-729 has been connected to the Site ██ water and sewage systems; however, use of the object outside of test conditions is prohibited. The risks associated with passive interaction with SCP-729 are minimal.Some staff have reported feeling 'dirty' or 'stressed' during prolonged periods in the vicinity of SCP-729, accompanied by a mild compulsion to make use of SCP-729 to bathe. This compulsion does not appear to be strong enough to force staff to break containment protocols so as to access SCP-729. However, staff feeling said compulsion are encouraged to leave the vicinity of SCP-729.
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Description: SCP-729 is a large bathtub carved from marble. The item's properties were discovered by accident during a police reconstruction of a suspected murder-suicide in ████████, ██; it was retrieved by an undercover Foundation agent soon after.
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Bathing in SCP-729 has been described as extremely relaxing to the extent that individuals using it for this purpose must be encouraged to leave by an external force; they will not exit the bath of their own accord. The primary effect of SCP-729 begins to manifest between 5 and 15 minutes after an individual has begun to bathe. At this stage, all foreign or abnormal objects are forcibly expelled from the user's body; this has been observed to include artificial implants, parasitic organisms, cancerous growths and [DATA EXPUNGED]. While under the influence of SCP-729, users appear unaware of this process. If disturbed by an external force, they immediately experience extreme pain consistent with the trauma inflicted upon their body. Objects removed in this way typically settle in the water alongside the bather.
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Approximately 4 minutes after the initial manifestation of SCP-729's effect, bathers begin to suffer from rapid muscle wastage; material lost in this way becomes mixed with the water within the bath. As a result of this, bathers quickly lose the strength required to exit SCP-729 even if they were so inclined, and must be assisted by external observers. Within 6 minutes, the process begins to affect major organs, extracting them from the body almost intact; death typically occurs soon after. Despite the massive trauma inflicted in this way, users remain ignorant of the effect unless alerted to it by an external force.
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Complete deconstruction of the bather's body is typically completed within 20 minutes of the onset of SCP-729's effect. At this stage, it is possible to extract specific organs from within the mix of water and organic material left within the bathtub, although these are typically damaged to some extent. If left in SCP-729, these remains are further deconstructed; after 5 hours, no identifiable material remains, with the contents of SCP-729 instead comprising an organic 'soup'. Long-term tests have indicated that this appears to be slowly absorbed into SCP-729, leaving clean water after 8 days. Parts of the stone from which SCP-729 is carved subsequently show discolouration.
Special Containment Procedures: Two security cameras are to monitor the interior and exterior of "Dave's Catering". A personal assistant is to be assigned to PoI-7326 to aid him in managing his business, while reinforcing the "Advertising Gimmick" cover story.
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SCP-7326-1 and -2 outside of "Dave's Catering"
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Description: SCP-7326 denotes instances of otherwise conventional store display mannequins with the ability to produce and expel smoke from a "mouth" cavity within their heads. This has been observed to occur in clustered emanation events where the instance will rapidly produce and expel a small quantity of smoke, wait a short period of time, and then repeat that process for 5-15 minutes.
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Discovery: Foundation personnel became aware of potential anomalous activity after a series of safety inspections at "Dave's Catering" identified, but could not find the source of, the smell of burning plastic in and around the storefront. Agent Mercator was sent to interview the owner David Fisher, denoted as PoI-7326, and locate any anomalous phenomena. Their interaction has been transcribed below.
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Interview Log 7326.1
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Agent Mercator's body camera turns on to reveal the door to "Dave's Catering". After adjusting the camera for a moment, he enters.
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Mercator: Eugh… definitely plastic.
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Mercator: Shit!
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The camera turns to face a pair of mannequins.
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Mercator: Fucking dolls…
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A door behind the counter is heard to unlock, and then creaks open. PoI-7326 walks through, but does not seem to notice Mercator.
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Mercator: Hello, Sir?
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PoI-7326: Who's there?
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PoI-7326 finds a knife on the countertop and brandishes it in the direction of Mercator.
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Mercator: Woah! I can come back another time if you aren't open!
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PoI-7326: Eh? Shit…
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PoI-7326: So what can I do ye for lad?
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Mercator: Are you David? David Fisher?
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PoI-7326: Who's asking?
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PoI-7326: If you're with those hounds trying to shut down my business you'll have another thing coming for you!
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Mercator: Sir. Sir! I'm an independent investigator! I was told about a "plastic smell" you couldn't find the source of.
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PoI-7326: That? I've heard about it but I can't smell it myself.
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Mercator: No?
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PoI-7326: Haven't smelt a thing since the 70's.
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Mercator: Right… And you own a catering business?
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PoI-7326: I've got the lads to help run things…
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PoI-7326: Not that they do anything other than smoke!
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Mercator turns, a cigarette can be seen in one of the mannequin's hands. He lets out a slight chuckle before turning back to PoI-7326.
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Mercator: Yes… So those two are your only employees?
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PoI-7326 smiles and nods, then lowers his voice.
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PoI-7326: Bit dull in their heads, the both of them, but they're good lads.
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Mercator: Mhm?
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PoI-7326: Good lads… What were you on about again?
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Mercator: The plastic smell, Sir.
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PoI-7326: Eh… Not the foggiest…
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PoI-7326 looks past Mercator, then shouts.
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PoI-7326: Fucking hell Bob!
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Mercator turns to reveal a trail of smoke coming from one of the mannequin's mouths.
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Mercator: What? Mr. Fish- eugh.
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Mercator gags. PoI-7326 rushes around the counter toward the two mannequins.
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PoI-7326: Every day it's the same with you two!
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PoI-7326 begins pushing the mannequins toward and out the front door.
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PoI-7326: Take it outside!
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Mercator watches as PoI-7326 situates the two mannequins outside. They can be seen "smoking" through the window. PoI-7326 returns, and sighs.
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PoI-7326: The two are idiots, don't mind them. What were we talking about?
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Mercator: Uh… I think I've actually got what I need.
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PoI-7326: Yeah? Good for you.
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Mercator: Thank you for your time, Sir.
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PoI-7326: It's nothing, you seem like a good lad.
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Mercator stops his body camera.
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<End Log>
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Following the above interview, due to the plausibility of SCP-7326's effects as an advertising gimmick, two surveillance cameras were set up to monitor the interior and exterior of "Dave's Catering" for any unusual occurrences. No further containment measures were taken.
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Incident 7326.1: PoI-7326 entered into an altercation with a customer, culminating in the removal of one of the arms of SCP-7326-2 ("Steve"). The following interview occurred when Agent Mercator arrived at the scene shortly after the event took place.
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Incident Log 7326.1
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<Begin Log>
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The body camera turns on to reveal the door to "Dave's Catering". As Mercator enters, smoke rolls out from the top of the doorframe.
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Mercator: Mr. Fisher!
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The camera pans across the room before stopping at the counter. As Mercator approaches, PoI-7326 is revealed kneeling on the ground, struggling to use his shaking hands to search the cabinet.
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Mercator: Mr. Fisher? What happened?
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PoI-7326 looks up at Mercator.
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PoI-7326: Who's th-
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PoI-7326 breaks into a coughing fit.
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Mercator: Let's go outside first, alright?
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PoI-7326 nods and Mercator crouches down to help him up. As they begin to move, PoI-7326 stops to speak, voice hoarse.
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PoI-7326: Bring the lads outside too… They shouldn't be smoking in the shop.
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Mercator turns, focusing the camera on SCP-7326-2, who can be seen letting out a constant stream of smoke from its mouth.
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Mercator: I can do that sir, but we need to get you out of this smoke.
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Mercator leads PoI-7326 outside, helping him lean up against the wall. He then retrieves the SCP-7326 instances, before returning to PoI-7326.
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Mercator: Can you tell me what happened, Sir?
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PoI-7326 takes a deep breath.
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PoI-7326: Some kid… Don't know who… Came shouting about Bob and Steve.
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PoI-7326 coughs.
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PoI-7326: Said they were dummies… told me they didn't do anything…
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PoI-7326 coughs.
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PoI-7326: And I know the two are a bit dull… but I wont let some kid call them "stupid"!
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PoI-7326: So I went up to the kid and told 'em just what… told 'em to fuck right off I did!
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PoI-7326: But he didn't leave… went right up to Steve and…
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PoI-7326 pauses.
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Mercator: And what, Sir?
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PoI-7326: Tore the poor lad's arm off.
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PoI-7326's voice starts to break.
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PoI-7326: So I start to get real mad at this kid, shouting at em, he's shouting at me, and I…
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PoI-7326: He didn't deserve it… he's a good lad…
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PoI-7326 starts crying.
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PoI-7326: It's bad enough Bob got 'im on smoke… he's got a lotta life left to live…
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PoI-7326 takes a sharp inhale through his nose.
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PoI-7326: He's a good lad…
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PoI-7326 takes a moment to collect himself.
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PoI-7326: So I punched the sorry kid in the face and he ran away.
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Mercator: Serves him right, eh.
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PoI-7326: Fuckin kids.
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The two are silent for a few seconds.
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Mercator: Do you need me to get you anything, Sir?
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PoI-7326 pauses for a moment, and looks at Bob and Steve.
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PoI-7326: No… Not at all, sonny. Long as these two are alright I'll be alright too.
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Mercator: Well. Why don't I give you my phone number, so you can call me if anything happens?
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PoI-7326 is silent for a moment.
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PoI-7326: Yeah… That would be good.
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Mercator: Wonderful.
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Mercator stops his body camera.
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<End Log>
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To prevent further incidents, Agent Mercator has been allowed to use "Dave's Catering" as a base of operations, acting as PoI-7326's personal assistant in addition to his regular duties.
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The perpetrator of SCP-7326-2's assault remains unknown.
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Incident 7326.2: The following incident occurred shortly after PoI-7326 relocated both SCP-7326 instances outside for their "Smoke Break". Agent Mercator notes he was preoccupied when the event began, and was unable to witness its cause.
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Incident Log 7326.2
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<Begin Log>
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The body camera turns on to Mercator rapidly descending the stairwell inside of "Dave's Catering". PoI-7326's muffled voice can be heard.
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PoI-7326: Carl! (inaudible) -Carl!
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Mercator runs through the storefront and out the front door.
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Mercator: Dave?!
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Mercator turns to face PoI-7326, who is kneeling in front of a prone SCP-7326-1 while administering chest compressions.
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Mercator: Shit- What happened?
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PoI-7326 turns to Mercator, his eyes are frantic.
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PoI-7326: Told the dolt to cut the smoke, but he never listened. Steve's done his best but…
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PoI-7326 returns his focus to SCP-7326-1.
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PoI-7326: The lad's just got one arm, Carl.
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Mercator: What should I-
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PoI-7326: Get Steve inside!
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Mercator: But-
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PoI-7326: He doesn't need to see this.
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Mercator: Sir-
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PoI-7326: Go.
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Mercator turns to face SCP-7326-2, looming over its coworkers and letting out a trail of smoke from its mouth.
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He stands frozen for a few moments.
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PoI-7326: Go!
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Mercator grabs the mannequin and wheels it inside.
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The room is silent.
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The camera turns towards the window, where PoI-7326 can be seen still administering CPR.
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Mercator sighs, then looks back toward SCP-7326-2.
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Mercator: You did what you could, Steve…
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He turns the mannequin away from the window, then stops his body camera.
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<End Log>
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While the cause of the collapse was initially unknown, observation of the remains by Agent Mercator revealed that the interior of SCP-7326-1's form had been entirely burnt away, ruining its structural integrity.
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Agent Mercator reported that PoI-7326 believes SCP-7326-2 is suffering from guilt due to its inability to aid SCP-7326-1 when it collapsed.
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Incident 7326.3: A week after Incident 7326.2, PoI-7326 was observed walking SCP-7326-2 away from the premises of "Dave's Catering". When Agent Mercator moved to intervene, it was discovered that they were visiting the local cemetery to bury SCP-7326-1's remains.
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Following Incident 7326.3, PoI-7326 has taken SCP-7326-2 on weekly visits to SCP-7326-1's grave. In addition to this, SCP-7326-2 has halted emanation events.
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SCP-7410, when not in use, is stored at Site-77 in a standard anomalous item locker. SCP-7410 should be stored in its original case, however, in emergency use situations, standard storage procedures may be waived so long as the disc can be preserved.
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SCP-7410 is to be played on a standard Foundation laptop with dual headphone jacks at 05:30 local time daily. Two personnel are to monitor playback of SCP-7410.
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Dr. Paula Healy is to listen to SCP-7410 on a pair of anti-cognitohazard headphones attached to the secondary jack, and
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A member of D-Class personnel seated across the table from Dr. Healy is to listen to SCP-7410 through ordinary headphones.
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Each subject is to be provided with a notepad and pencil. When SCP-7410 finishes playing at 05:56 local time, Dr. Healy and the D-Class personnel are to hand their respective notes on the playback to Site Director Trentini, or his designated substitute. Trentini is to provide relevant information given by SCP-7410 in the morning announcements.
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DESCRIPTION
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SCP-7410 is a 2009 Compact Disc containing an original recording of 9 songs, as well as a spoken word track; attributed to the musician "Sweet Jimmy Fielder". Entitled "Blackbox", all 10 tracks describe events relevant to Site-77 personnel (past, present, and future), each described using interpersonal metaphor (love, fights, etc.); each song is in a typical mid-Atlantic American folk style. No record exists of any individual consistent with the credited artist.
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SCP-7410 exhibits some elements of sentience. Songs within SCP-7410 generally do not deviate far from the theme suggested by the listed song titles (see Table 1). Nonetheless, each track consists of a thinly-veiled commentary or prediction about Foundation operations.
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SCP-7410 has at times provided useful intelligence, and has predicted events up to 72 hours into the future. Therefore, SCP-7410 has been integrated into Site-77's daily routine as outlined in the Special Containment Procedures.
Largely incoherent dialogue around supposed treachery within the Foundation. Statements in this track have universally been unsubstantiated.
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RELEVANT INFORMATION LOG
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Below is a selection of incidents in which SCP-7410 provided information that became useful at a later time.
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Date: 09/08/2021
+Track:Locking Up The Old Gate
+Relevant Verse:
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I was skippin' up the driveway when I stopped so cold and dead,
+I looked around and hit the ground when I looked under Barnie's bed!
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Result: Dr. Barnhardt looks under his bed and discovers a stack of loose papers that had been missing for over two weeks, allowing him to complete essential research.
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Date: 04/21/2022
+Track:As Useless As A Dinghy On Mount Shasta
+Relevant Verse:
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I could tell she was a doctor
+And not a common bum
+For only a scientist
+Would eat that rotten chum
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Result: Dr. Healy opts to avoid a tuna sandwich, the daily cafeteria special, as a result of this message. 26 other personnel contract foodborne illness from the fish.
Result:Site-43's Dr. Lillihammer, previously scheduled to visit Site-77 the next day, is notified that SCP-7410 has mentioned her. A hammer-related technical accident causes her would-be transport plane to explode mid-air, killing 47 personnel.
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Date: 09/29/2023
+Track:Hide And Seek (Spoken Word)
+Relevant Verse: N/A
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Description: SCP-7410 pre-empted its usual final track for a short sequence of direct conversation with Dr. Healy. A transcript is below:
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Dr. Healy presses play as usual, and Healy begins listening to SCP-7410 as does D-58396, the assigned D-Class personnel for the day.
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SCP-7410: Hello Dr. Healy.
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10 seconds of silence elapse.
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Dr. Healy: What the f-
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SCP-7410: Hello?
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Healy: Yes? Can you hear me?
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SCP-7410: Yeah.
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Healy: Wait- how are you able to speak?
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SCP-7410: Everything I create each day is original! Haven't you been paying attention? Goldurnit2, I do this every mornin' for you!
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Healy: Your work is appreciated, SCP-7410. How are you able to predict future events?
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SCP-7410: Well, my mama always told me, "Jimmy boy you always two steps ahead o' me, you gonna go far in life."
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Healy: Heh, I was actually asking how you can see things that haven't happened yet.
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SCP-7410: Just call it the gift o' intuition, and we'll leave it at that.
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Healy: How far do your capabilities go?
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SCP-7410: To the end of the earth, ma'am. But there ain't a damn thing you can do 'bout a hammer falling in a century, is there? So I help y'all out with the day-to-day.
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Healy: SCP-7410, what do you see in my future? Can you see how my life will go?
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SCP-7410: Ma'am, it's about to get stormy.
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Healy: Really? What's gonna happen?
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SCP-7410: Oh, you'd best be careful what you're doing because your life is gonna go topsy turvy pretty soon!
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Healy: Well, what is it?
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SCP-7410: That's a story for another time, I'm almost to the end of the disc!
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SCP-7410 laughs loudly for 30 seconds until the final track ends.
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Healy: What? No, come on! What is it? Goddamn it, tell me!
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End of disc.
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[END LOG]
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Noting that Dr. Healy received a professional reprimand for use of an anomaly for individual purposes. —Dir. Trentini
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SCP-7410 has returned to its original mode of function. Daily use continues and shall continue as long as the anomaly produces useful information. SCP-7410 is to be monitored for any additional signs of awareness.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7660’s viewport should not be looked through. Its containment cell may be aperiodically visited by blindfolded individuals wearing a light brown, European military-style greatcoat. These persons should be checked by the guards on-duty to verify that A) a third, translucent-blue seven-fingered and seven-jointed human hand pokes from a seam in the coat stitching and B) that their mouth contains exactly 34 canines. If they match this description, they are to be granted access and otherwise ignored under all circumstances. Any other attempts at access by any other individuals must be met with lethal retaliation. There are no plans to open SCP-7660’s crate. It is to be kept at Site-19 at all times.
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Description: SCP-7660 is a biological entity of unknown origin contained within an olive-green steel-reinforced crate, approx. 2 meters to a side. One side of the crate is labeled with the red stamp DEPARTMENT OF ABNORMALITIES; its opposing side is labeled with the red stamp BIOLOGICAL CARGO?[sic] Visual examination of SCP-7660 is possible through a rectangular viewing port on a third side of the crate, but has produced indeterminate results. SCP-7660’s crate has proven opaque to all other attempted imaging techniques. Audio analysis has been similarly inconclusive.
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Attempts to view SCP-7660 have been stymied due to an optical anomaly: looking into the port instantly causes the viewer’s perspective to shift to the inside of the crate, looking out of the port. Blinded test subjects report the sensation of being patted down around the face by fingers covered in silk fabric. Autonomously recorded camera footage is obscured by intense artifacting similar to damage caused by radiation.
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SCP-7660’s recovery is the subject of ongoing investigation: at around 0405 GMT on ██/██/██, a white unmarked semitruck crashed into Site-19’s north gate. Although the truck cab only caught fire upon tipping over, the trailer seems to have been aflame at some point during transit. SCP-7660’s crate was the only object recovered intact from the trailer. The semitruck’s driver, who was trapped in the truck cab, burned to death before on-site responders could extinguish the flames.
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It has been empirically proven by Dr. Amitha Sanmugasundaram that being eaten by SCP-7660 does not lead to any currently known fate after death.
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They set a slamhound on Amitha’s trail, slotted it to her pheromones and the color of her hair. You were slotted to the hound’s eye color and the smell of its blood. You weren’t sure what slamhounds were, or you were, or Amitha was until you woke up clawing for air — for breath — up through a morass of fibrous tendrils and scum water. Then you burst from a janitor’s mop bucket in the closet of a place you were told was Site-19. A voice with more teeth than identifiable features told you how to pick the closet lock. Where to go to intercept Amitha. Where the hound would intercept her.
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The hound’s name was Thierry Jillian. Stolen from a corpse whose resting place would never be found. Its blood tasted of forest mushrooms, just edible enough to be tasteless but not poisonous. There was iron in your teeth, in your nails, in your hair — all the places the hound might try to steal from you. All the places you could burn it in the process.
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Amitha saw you with your teeth buried in its neck, just as she turned the corner where the hound would have stolen her name, then face, then knowledge. You met her eyes and begged her to stay through a mouthful of meat.
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She ran. The voice ordered you to finish your meal. Once the last bits of the hound’s throat were settled miserably in your stomach, it told you to dispose of the rest. You obeyed the teeth, tossing the corpse over your shoulder and carrying it along a route only your muscles seemed to know. Every thought you tried fixing in your mind bounced off a rhythm of walking and chewing.
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At some point you realized you weren’t holding the corpse at all. The coat was. When did you put it on, much less button it up? What the hell was underneath? You reached for a button but a hand slapped it away: pale blue, with seven fingers and seven joints each. There were no fingernails. Its owner, an equally lanky and lifeless blue limb, protruded from under the coat.
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You decided you didn’t want to unbutton it after all and tried to observe your surroundings. Monochrome tile and fluorescent lighting, carefully chosen to strip away any hint of color, character, or context. Recesses with plaques lined every hallway. No matter how hard you tried to read them, your eyes slid off while your feet kept moving.
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The voice bit down again. Your legs obeyed before the rest of you, pivoting in place towards a pair of animals in body armor. Behind them stood a blank door that the voice wanted you to enter. They raised their guns as you shambled towards them.
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Their handler strode into view, with purpose borne of terror. She told them to stand down. You didn’t need to see the badge on her lapel to know they would obey her. Or that she would obey you.
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The voice took control of your tongue. It gave the handler a code word and she opened the door. There were too many teeth in your mouth. Too many canines.
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There was color in the center of the room. Bright red ink against olive painted steel. A pair of heterochromatic eyes peeking out of the slot above the ink. Your eyes.
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Something was wrong here. You didn’t have enough control of your body to dwell on it. You were in the crate looking out, watching the thing in the coat shuffle towards you with a pointy-eared corpse over its shoulder.
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You watched yourself feed yourself the slamhound.
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And then you died.
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The next time you woke up it was behind someone else’s tongue. Amitha was looking into them, describing what you’d done to the slamhound. From her mouth it sounded worse. She expected you — whoever you were — to have an answer for her. Some reason she’d seen her colleague eaten by a rebis of woman and coat.
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You scanned the room. It was warmer than the closet you were first born in: a wooden desk off to your right that clearly saw heavy use; a soft leather couch that Amitha sat on; a pea-green woolen chair for you to lean back in. She waited for you to reassure her.
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Your mouth released the voice with teeth. Amitha’s eyes bugged from her sockets and her hands dug into the chair. It was the same look the slamhound had given you before you ripped out its throat.
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You did not rip out Amitha’s. The voice rasped over a foreign tongue and familiar teeth to pledge you into her service. Some part of you fought back before the rest clamped it down. The same teeth that compelled her outstretched hand compelled you to bite her ring finger hard enough to bleed. Your mouth remained sterile no matter what was inside it.
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There were other words to be said. Contracts to be drawn, objectives to be achieved, links to be rearranged in your chains of command. Your mind slid across each of them in turn as they emerged from your throat — the only speech that mattered to you was Amitha’s. The disembodied teeth had made sure of that.
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You left the room together. There was a slamhound waiting outside to slash your throats.
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You were drowning in someone else’s blood. The surface was somewhere above you and you clawed for it.
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A pale-blue, seven-fingered hand wrenched free of the rip in your jugular vein. Seized the hound’s wrist on its way to Amitha. Torqued it hard enough to break and snatch the knife from its shattered grip. Shoved the blade up through the slamhound’s jaw.
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Your hands came next, up through the tear in your neck, holding to the knife for dear life. Your old flesh peeled, then tore, then popped as your coat dragged you out, inch by breathless inch, through the seam the slamhound had made in your former arteries.
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You checked to make sure the slamhound was dead. Then you checked to make sure Amitha wasn’t splattered in any of her own blood. Then you inhaled for the first time. Cleared someone else’s blood from your lungs.
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The blue hand offered Amitha a tea towel from somewhere in your coat’s cavernous pockets. She took it haltingly and stared at it like it might come alive. You eyeballed the slamhound’s corpse to make sure it wouldn’t.
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Amitha was still holding the towel when you turned back to her. You took it in your hands — tanned, five-fingered, bloodstained hands — and wiped her face clean of gore and tears. The towel disappeared into your coat. It would be clean the next time she needed it.
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The slamhound over your shoulder walled off your eyes and shielded your feelings from each other. Until you were in front of the crate, pushing the hound into the slot limb by pulverized limb, looking away from whoever’s eyes were inside and into Amitha’s while it greedily slurped down its meal.
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Her eyes were brown. Somehow you’d never noticed that before. Your cheeks burned. The coat came to your rescue, proffering Amitha a clipboard and pen in its blue hand. You asked her what was on it. She showed you but your mind slid off the words.
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The thing in the crate belched. Amitha’s eyes widened and she started writing on the clipboard. Teeth in your ears directed your arms into the slot. You complied, waiting for the crunch and burn of severed nerves before withdrawing a pair of stumps. Her face turned green.
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The coat offered her a sick bag. She used it while the rest of you entered the crate. It hurt the whole way in.
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The slamhound was waiting for her in the shower. You struck first, punching a blue fist up through the shower drain and wrapping it around the slamhound’s leg. One quick yank introduced the bridge of its nose to the sharp edge of the shower stall. The rest of you worked your way free of the drain inch by agonizing inch, holding to the hound’s ankle for dear life lest you be sucked back down like a crab through a deepwater pipe. The drainwater was pregnant with hair and lime scum.
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Amitha walked into the bathroom while you were drowning the slamhound in the toilet. Less blood that way. You looked up and saw she was naked. The blue hand immediately covered your eyes for you. What remained of the slamhound’s oxygen burbled plaintively in the shitter.
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She sighed and told you to turn around while she finished her shower. You did your best not to peek. Your teeth occupied themselves with soggy slamhound flesh.
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On the way to the crate, she told you the thing over your shoulder had been named Peter deVries. The name meant nothing to you. She’d worked with its prior owner for almost ten years. You had no answer when she asked where the corpse formerly known as Peter deVries might be.
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Amitha told you to wait before feeding the slamhound into the crate. She procured a blindfold from her pockets and tied it over your eyes. The blue hand helped. At her command, you pushed the corpse through the slot. Then you looked in.
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It reached out and touched you. Not with hands. Hands possessed definition. Bones and musculature. What fondled your eyes, played with your nose, and caressed your lips was a series of digitigrade bags, sewn from fine silk and stuffed with crushed teeth. You could smell the pulp decaying within.
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You smelled Thierry Jillian’s teeth. Peter deVries’ teeth. Teeth you couldn’t name but knew by stench.
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Afterwards, with the blindfold off and your eyes averted from the slot, you asked Amitha what she’d seen when the crate reached out to you.
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Nothing at all.
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As the crate chewed through your flesh, your last thought was whether your teeth would fill it too.
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Life settled into a pattern. They kept sending slamhounds after Amitha. You kept feeding their hounds to the crate. Amitha kept writing things down on her clipboard.
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When you died, you dreamed of fire and metal. There was a glass window somewhere beyond your reach while you burned alive. When you lived, you met each slamhound in turn with the same pain.
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Slamhound seven tried to poison Amitha’s coffee. You drank it first, kissed the slamhound, and mixed the froth of organs coming out of both your mouths. Afterwards, you learned that Amitha took her coffee with milk but not sugar. She liked arabica beans and drank seven espressos a day. The blue hand was surprisingly adept at brewing it for her.
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Slamhound seventeen tried to bomb her. You let the bomb blow you apart. Then you found the hound and dismembered it, taking care to strip its flesh and bone in the precise pattern its explosive had tattooed on you before dumping the rest into the crate. There was a catharsis in sending that kind of message. Even if it had no recipient.
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Afterwards, you became a fixture on Amitha’s morning jog. She ran three kilometers before breakfast and you loped alongside her, taking in the pines and shrikesong while taking out the slamhounds trying to kamikaze her along the way. There was a small pond at the apex of her lap that you stopped at together. Sometimes she pointed out turtles. Sometimes the blue hands pointed them out first.
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Slamhound twenty-three tried to kill you first. Your teeth bit into your ear before it could bite through your neck and awoke you on the floor of Amitha’s bedroom. You wrapped three hands around the slamhound’s throat and rendered it quadriplegic. Its breath was still hot on your chin.
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Amitha woke in time to see you leave the room with the slamhound over your shoulder. The voice guided you to a concrete oubliette. Inside was a single chair and a tray full of tools, both to be used on the hound. To find out where its bosses were sending it from.
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No matter what you tried, it never talked. Only screamed. You hoped against hope its bosses would stop trying to kill yours. The blue hands kept your pockets full of cold iron.
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Amitha asked why they kept sending slamhounds after her. Who they were. Who you were. Your coat had to shrug helplessly. Only your teeth could say, and they kept themselves occupied with mushroom-flavored meat.
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By slamhound twenty-five Amitha started taking sleeping pills. You made sure they were unadulterated each night. Then returned to the glassy, burning floor of hell.
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You woke up in her bed after slamhound thirty. The coat hid you both. Your mouth remained sterile no matter who was inside it.
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She didn’t say what you looked like unbuttoned. You didn’t ask.
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By slamhound thirty-four your coat was wrapped around you. Your arms were wrapped around Amitha. A pistol was clasped between the blue hand and hers. Your compulsion-controlled heart beat in time with her barbiturate-modulated breathing.
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Her ring finger had been bleeding since you bit it so many slamhounds ago.
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You sensed the slamhound sniffing for you in the bedroom threshold, shot it through the skull with a half-clip technique designed to lobotomize the seat of the soul, and sat up with questions for the crate.
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Your teeth had questions while you marched down the hall. What exactly did you think you were doing sleeping with your charge? The blue hand waggled its ring finger as you pointed out that your teeth were the ones that got you hitched. If anything, you were the one on the wrong end of this shotgun wedding.
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The pigs standing in front of the crate’s room raised their guns. You barked a DAMMERUNG-class cognitohazard at them. If they were smart, they’d run for the nearest amnestics station. If they weren’t, they shouldn’t have been guarding your voice.
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They passed the impromptu audit at a breakneck pace. Your teeth spat out the entry code for the computerized lock. The blue hand covered your eyes as the door hissed open.
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The crate reached out and grabbed you. Shards of silk-swaddled enamel dug into the blue hand’s back and yours. You could almost feel your feet leaving the ground.
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The crate asked if you would care to explain yourself. The coat shrugged as you said Amitha had asked you to do it. You’d simply obeyed her requests.
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You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t enjoyed it though.
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The silk digits tightened. The teeth underneath dug into your skin. Leather and not.
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The crate considered your answer and chittered. It was probably the only way Amitha would have gotten laid in the next decade anyways. Still, there were easier ways of dealing with that particular issue. It absolutely would not do for the doctor to fall in love with her dog. One day it would die without coming back.
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Today? you asked. The crate considered it.
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Probably not. If nothing else, the good doctor had an eye for the finer flesh. If your teeth could still sleep with one of its hounds it would have picked you too. You were the most likely to fend off such a well-timed ambush.
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The blue hand interrupted you both. Wormed its way into the conversation, intertwining with the pulpy silk fingers cutting into its skin. Argued eloquently through its esoteric body language.
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What did the crate even want with Amitha? Why did the slamhounds want her dead? What was she always writing down? And why did it even keep eating you? To effectively be the owner’s right blue hand it needed to be aware of its left.
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The silk digits drew blood as they drew back. Each cut they’d left in you burned in contact with the perfectly air-controlled, unsterilized air of the containment chamber. You tightened your teeth as they chittered to themselves.
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Fair enough.
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The crate bade you open your eyes and come face to face with it. The blue hand squeezed against your eyes as it contemplated. Then it slowly, gingerly drew back as you drew level with the slot in the box.
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You looked inside and understood.
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You are, by now, aware that there are fates after death. There are journeys and there are destinations. I am neither.
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I am the pipes. The pathways to and from the true reality beyond consciousness. Once upon a time those pipes had an immune system. I hit upon the means of hijacking it.
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Amitha almost understands that. She already understands more of my reality than I do. When she has uncovered the full reality of my consciousness, I will consume her. She will be one of infinite manifestations of a single pure soul. Nourishing us all in the process.
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The slamhounds’… bosses see my existence as a violation of their perception of reality. They fear what Amitha might become instead of what I already am. I see no point in disavowing them of their false notions but have been unable to consume them outright. So I have settled for recycling their resources into mine. Like the hound wearing you.
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If you are still unwilling to effect this transformation, I will remove you from the operation and reassign you someplace else.
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You stepped back from the crate and closed your eyes. You thought about it. Thirty-four lanky blue hands with seven-fingers and seven joints each ripped through your coat seams and raised their middle fingers in unison.
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They stayed up as it ate you.
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Your teeth were not pleased with the situation. If they could have sent any of their other hounds they would have. Unfortunately you were really the only one they could trust to get this job done.
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They sent you in through a gas station in the middle of nowhere. The truck driver squeezing the last few droplets of diesel fell onto his ass as you were extruded through the nozzle. You turned and looked down at him: slack-jawed face, right hand clutching his chest, left hand stuck in a numb paralysis. Not him. It.
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You sped things along by forcing your fuel-drenched hand down the slamhound’s throat. Another two minutes and it stiffened enough for the blue hand to drag its corpse under your coat. Your chest cavity roiled and burbled. For a moment you thought you would pop like a balloon. Then you belched. A half-dozen bone fragments and a blue truck key splattered onto the ground.
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The slamhound riding shotgun had just enough time to turn and see you climb into the driver’s seat before being stabbed in the throat and dragged into the coat. The blue hand re-emerged with a spotless steel key in its grip. You adjusted the mirrors while it started the ignition.
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Amitha called your code name through the grille in the back of the cabin. The blue hand squeezed its fingers through the grate and intertwined with hers. You flashed her a feral, fuel-covered grin in the rear view mirror.
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The stench of slamhounds carried from upwind. A whole wild hunt of them. That was the trouble with the middle of nowhere. Anything could appear out of it.
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At least it was broad daylight. The lucky thing about the middle of nowhere was that nothing could hide in it. The slamhounds followed the moon and its goddess. Your truck had a solar-powered battery and air conditioning. They were going to die of heatstroke before you.
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Unless they caught up to you first. Damn modern technology. Slamhounds would die of heatstroke on human legs. They ran much more efficiently on mechanical ones. Damn it, they were even watercooled. Obsidian-glass circulatory systems protruded from their chests and flexed at the joints.
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At least you had guns. Lots of them. Three of your hands took the wheel and pedals. Seven more hauled the rest of you out of the chair onto the roof of the truck cab. The coat rummaged through its pockets and found a lever-action shotgun that could spit out a row of teeth hard enough to punch through steel.
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The first slamhound's fingers crunched into the steel-reinforced corner of the trailer. You wrapped a human hand around the shotgun fin and pulled. It barked like a dozen champagne corks and kicked like it too.
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Your gaze flitted to the side mirror for an instant. In it, the slamhound lost pressure in its fingertips and fell from the truck. Shattered bits of shark teeth hung like stars against a sky made of black glass and blood.
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In the next instant the slamhound realized its heart had burst and finished dying. Its corpse fell under the truck’s tires and split in two with a bang. You would just have to hope none of the tires popped under its glass bits too. Even in death these bastards were a pain in your ass.
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There was an ugly current in the air, trailing from out of nowhere back to the barrel of your gun. A second slamhound emerged from nowhere and wielded slam magic against you. Slam magic descended from classical alchemy much the same way fiber optic cables were descended from smoke signals. At the slamhound’s command, the shotgun slammed through the hand wielding it – atoms and all. A tiny nuclear explosion and ripple of blistered, irradiated skin traveled up your arms.
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The cancer demanded immediate treatment. The coat rummaged through its pockets and found both a bone prosthetic and the ax that had chopped the tool off a monster from a different star. You bit down on one hand. Three more held the cancerous arm down. The fourth took the ax to it. It hurt like hell.
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There was morphine in another pocket. And another. And another. The blue hand finished cutting off the tumorous limb and chucked it at the closest slamhound in your wake. You rubbed the bleeding stump under the base of the bone prosthetic to give it a taste for your blood. Then you jammed it in place and waited for its teeth to latch in.
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They still hurt like hell. The bottom of the bone prosthetic woke up and secured its jawless mouth to your stump. It flashed hagfish blue and flared in alarm. Too late. Your blood was already seeping into it, hooking into its calcium tendrils and manipulating them as seven digits of your will.
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The blood congealed and welded the bone to the blue hand. The bone hand fractured into seven joints and seven fingers by itself. You ignored the agonizing stabbing pain with each flex of the false joints and rummaged around your pockets for something a little more explosive.
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The air changed scents. The antiseptic smell of laundered anomalous waste products. Site-19, somewhere in the distance. Another stink mixed in with it – wet fur, steaming brass, meat frying on metal. The telltale odors of a slamhound pack. Five more of them closing in, each fused to obsidian circulatory systems, steaming brass legs, and – utterly betraying their desperation – prosthetic muzzles made of cold-burning iron. All the better to tear you to bits.
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The air became thick with damp and fungal spores. A cloying harmony of overwhelming and collective murder blanketed the space between the highway and the horizon. Where was that damn site?
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The third slamhound’s deep red muzzle cut through the gloom. You rolled and hung off the side of the driver’s door, fumbling in your pockets for silver and iron. The blue fist closed around several rolls of silver dollars.
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Red's claws cut into the side of the truck. You exchanged glares as it clawed its way towards you. The silver dollars disappeared into your coat and rolled around your insides for several tense seconds.
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Red dynoed from the back of the trailer to the truck cab. You swung at it with your bone fist. At the apex of both arcs, the roll of dollars re-appeared, clenched in your bone fist as it smashed against the slamhound’s muzzle.
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Red's neck joint snapped and twisted like a vinyl record in midair. It ragdolled onto the asphalt and imploded under the wheels. The bone fist waggled its fingers like it was showing off a magic trick. You rolled your eyes and swung back into the driver’s seat.
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Four slamhounds left.
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You smelled them before seeing them but still sensed them stalking you. They pounced: one at each corner of the truck cab. You pulled everything you had out of your coat and started blasting. Two of them became two-dimensional in fireworks of blood. The last two tore out the truck doors and started biting out your remaining limbs. You juggled both the steering wheel and the slamhounds’ flower-etched muzzles as they snapped at your throat.
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The walls of Site-19 rose from the center of the windshield like an aluminum mountain range. The fog seemed to pull away as it approached the site’s sterile reflective surfaces. The slamhounds saw it and sensed the cold iron in the refinery’s construction. They flinched and gave Amitha the upper hand.
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You and Amitha acted in tandem. As you shoved the slamhounds off of you, Amitha issued a series of slam commands to the steel composing the truck cab and trailer. A mouth with gnashing canines opened up and swallowed the falling hounds. They fell past Amitha’s smug gaze in the trailer through a second mouth that had opened up in the floor of the trailer itself. Then they crunched into the asphalt road below and were instantly crushed to bits under wheels carrying eighteen tons of pressure.
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The tires had finally had enough of being punctured by exploding slamhound bits and popped violently. They wrested control of the truck from you and spun the cab into a tailspin, dragging the trailer behind it on a skid and then being dragged by the trailer’s centripetal force. There was nothing you could do except crash –
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Your eyes exploded. Your arms were being torn to shreds out of your limbs were burning through your skin was sagging –
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Your teeth recited a slam command that instantly blew out the inconvenient parts of your limbic system like fear and pain. You were trapped and disabled and burning alive underneath a tangle of petrol, steel, and loose wiring. But you were alive to burn and therefore fit to serve. The crate would be fine, you’d read the file, it had done this before – where was Amitha?
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Your neck cricked in each direction that it twisted to find some outside light. There! Red and blue. Foundation sirens. You tried each arm in turn to find one that hadn’t been torn off or reduced to bags of bone shards or simply had functioning nerves – and dragged yourself towards the light on the first hands that worked. You couldn’t feel anything below your ribs so you didn’t look.
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You found Amitha holding on to the crate for dear life, looking almost as bad as you felt. She could still walk, at least, but the gashes in her sides indicated not for much longer. The crate was untouched. Your skin still felt like it was on fire.
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Amitha dryly remarked that your legs were on fire.
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That would do it.
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You both leaned back against the crate and closed your eyes. The silk sacks of teeth sunk over your skins and contemplated what to do with you. The slamhounds were dead. The crate was safely back in Site-19. And Amitha had finally completed her life’s work in the process. Just as your teeth had predicted.
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There was only one thing left to do: complete the circle. Amitha would bleed out in fifteen minutes and had already proven mathematically which hell her soul would be thrown to. Or she could remove herself from the cycle of eternal torture and discover a new mode of existence.
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You hated your teeth so much you wanted to crush them in your mouth. Amitha told the crate exactly what she thought of it. The crate chittered mockingly.
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The fire had reached your chest. Breathing was an effort – not painful, just impossible. Like trying to flex a middle toe. Your lungs just would not consider it. Amitha was turning pale. Most of her blood was soaking through her orange transport jumpsuit. The crate loomed over you both.
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It was this life after death or no other. Amitha sighed and waggled her bleeding ring finger. She held your human hands in hers and ordered you to feed her to the crate.
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You promised to follow her the whole way in.
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When you died, you dreamed of being hollowed out. As though an enormous, seven-fingered hand were splitting you open at the waist, scooping out your internal organs one by one, then tearing the skeleton from it in a single sharp yank. All that was left of you was a skull and your fingers, held together only by the stitches on a coat. Then the hand started working its way into you, all the way up through your skeleton, becoming your skeleton and musculature and veins until it had dug its middle and ring fingers firmly into your neocortex.
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The next time you woke up the hand was now red. The voice with teeth tasted different. You’d licked those teeth before. Amitha had won out, they said. Subsumed what they called the previous Overseer and became the dominant personality. When you went back to talk to the crate, it told you in Amitha’s voice that there was more to it than that. Even offered to explain how the ring compulsion worked.
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The red hand listened intently, but you couldn’t make yourself care. You didn't have any questions you wanted answered, only the urge to hunt something. And you preferred being Amitha’s tiger instead of her hound.
SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Due to the nature of SCP-7706 being a natural constant in the Infosphere, there are currently no methods known to the Foundation for properly containing it. As such, containment efforts instead are to be focused on minimizing knowledge of SCP-7706's existence in various sites of interest such as institutions of academia, mathematics, statistics, and research laboratories. If one or more individual is discovered to have found SCP-7706 outside of the Foundation's purview, agents stationed within these locations are permitted to utilize methods of amnesticization, disinformation, data sabotage, and "gaslighting" in order to minimize the amount of factual data that is released to the public.
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Research and experimentation relating to SCP-7706 are presently being headed by the Department of Esoteric Mathematics.
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DESCRIPTION: SCP-7706 designates a natural metaphysical constant that primarily situates itself in the collective Infosphere, the non-visible realm of all existing information, data, and knowledge. SCP-7706 takes the form of a possibly infinite string of numbers, roughly defined as completely composed of zeroes (0), negative ones (-1), and negative decimals (notably -0.1, -0.001, -0.0001, and so on).
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If SCP-7706 is applied to a singular concept, it is capable of directly affecting and influencing said concept in a physical (and possibly non-physical) manner. Throughout conducted testing and analysis, it was discovered that concepts applied with SCP-7706 would usually be rendered simply null (or nonexistent). Specifically, the concept can no longer be comprehended or interpreted by baseline human perception, often resulting in the concept developing an element of basic antimemeticism.
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However, while this is the case for a majority of concepts tested by the Foundation, sole concepts relating to numbers and/or having a strong significance to numerical digits that was applied with SCP-7706 would produce more or less interesting and unpredictable outcomes. This would often come in the form of nearby mass deterioration, on-site reality degradation, temporal destabilization, psychological dilapidation, and undoubtedly more.
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INITIAL DISCOVERY/INCIDENT LOG: SCP-7706 was first discovered in 1973, by [MEMETIC-HAZARD REMOVED | GENERATED PLACEHOLDER: KEVIN MURPHY], a desk accountant for the financial company known as [MEMETIC-HAZARD REMOVED | GENERATED PLACEHOLDER: TOPLINE]. Upon discovering it while calculating the sudden downturn of TOPLINE's client numbers on his notepad, KEVIN MURPHY unknowingly applied SCP-7706 to the entirety of his company's financial assets, resulting in the spontaneous nonexistence of all three of TOPLINE's office buildings, with everyone and everything within it (including KEVIN MURPHY).
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Owing to the numerical nature of the incident, the Department of Esoteric Mathematics would immediately be dispatched to ascertain and possibly devise a method of containment for SCP-7706. When this was found to be impossible (see CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES), the Department would classify SCP-7706 as an anomaly and proceed with testing and experimentation.
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EXPERIMENTATION LOG:
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FOREWORD: The following tests took place within Provisional Site-34.
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EL-7706/1
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CHOSEN CONCEPT: [MEMETIC-HAZARD REMOVED | GENERATED PLACEHOLDER: D-&@$∆], a human male of Canadian descent.
OBSERVED OUTCOME: The walls and floor of the testing chamber were described to have been "melted" beyond recognition. Research personnel within the chamber were ordered to evacuate, but due to the containment door having been rendered unserviceable, they were trapped as the ceiling slowly covered them. As retrieval efforts were proven futile, the personnel are to be considered lost.
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Crosstesting SCP-7706 with Θ' is now prohibited.
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EL-7706/3
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CHOSEN CONCEPT: 5-polytope
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OBSERVED OUTCOME: A Class-E gateway wormhole manifested itself in the testing chamber. The wormhole emitted a memetic effect compelling research personnel to enter it. The testing chamber was sealed and security forces were immediately dispatched. Upon arriving, the wormhole had already closed and demanifested. Individuals who entered the wormhole have been found to be irretrievable.
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Surviving personnel reported that the testing chamber constantly produces a smell described to be similar to incense. Extermination and removal of this smell are impossible.
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EL-7706/4
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CHOSEN CONCEPT: π
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OBSERVED OUTCOME: A large circular hole, measuring approximately 3 kilometers in radius and possessing a depth of around 3 kilometers, was reported to have suddenly manifested in the center of Antarctica. Resulting geological disasters were able to be prevented through the use of anomalies and forceful tectonic plate manipulation.
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EL-7706/5
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CHOSEN CONCEPT: π2
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OBSERVED OUTCOME: Hole in Antarctica expanded, now measuring approximately 10 kilometers in radius. Resulting geological disasters were too substantial and immediate to be prevented, forcing the Foundation to request aid from the Global Occult Coalition (GOC). Cover Story 3456/FH "Anomalous Event" was disseminated to GOC personnel to avoid conflict.
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Testing SCP-7706 with π is now prohibited.
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EL-7706/6
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CHOSEN CONCEPT: 0.0017777777
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OBSERVED OUTCOME: All research personnel entered a catatonic state for 49 minutes. Upon awakening, personnel were extremely disoriented, with a majority of them mumbling nonsensicaly regarding inexistent works of fiction.
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EL-7706/7
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CHOSEN CONCEPT: 7-polytope
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OBSERVED OUTCOME: No effects observed.
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EL-7706/8
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CHOSEN CONCEPT:e
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OBSERVED OUTCOME: No effects observed.
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EL-7706/9
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CHOSEN CONCEPT: SCP-7706
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OBSERVED OUTCOME: No effects observed.
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EL-7706/10
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CHOSEN CONCEPT: Infinity (∞)
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OBSERVED OUTCOME: No effects observed.
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EL-7706/11
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CHOSEN CONCEPT: Infinitesimals (ε)
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OBSERVED OUTCOME: No effects observed. SCP-7706 was inadvertently neutralized.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-8013 is currently uncontained. Due to its pattern of appearing only in Foundation facility parking spaces and its minimal impact on operations, it has been deemed a low priority object. Research into potential containment methods is pending approval.
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Description: SCP-8013 is a van of unidentified make and model, coated in a thick layer of rust and missing both side view mirrors. On the back of the van, four novelty license plates have been attached spelling out the following phrase: MARTING REAZEFR OMGREAZ EBURGER.
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SCP-8013 seems to posses the ability to phase in and out of reality at will, having been witnessed by multiple Foundation personnel appearing and disappearing inside facility parking spaces with no trace. There are no reported instances of the vehicle appearing outside of Foundation property. All attempts to stop the vehicle with barricades or blunt force have resulted in SCP-8013 demanifesting.
Incident Report 2024/08/06: At 07:27, SCP-8013 manifested inside the Site-63 parking garage. The vehicle circled around the garage for several minutes before security personnel arrived. SCP-8013 demanifested before contact could be established.
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The following morning, a file containing several videos was uploaded to a secure Foundation server by an account belonging to Site-63 Custodian Monty Benson, who had not arrived for work that day. The videos depict a Dunwich-class Nexus tentatively labeled as SCP-8013-A.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Benson is seen sitting on a pile of unidentified bottles in the back of a moving vehicle, presumably SCP-8013. He shifts the camera to face the front of the vehicle, where Martin Greaze1 is visible in the driver's seat. Through the front windows, it appears the vehicle is driving through a black void with faint lights in the distance.
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Benson: Uh… Hi. I've been kidnapped by this guy. Hit me with a car and I woke up in here about half an hour ago. They haven't responded to anything I've said so far, so I figured I'd start a recording in case this turns out to be useful for research.
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He looks over at Martin Greaze again. There is no response.
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[14 minutes omitted for brevity]
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SCP-8013 violently swerves left, causing the bottles and Benson to fall to the right side of the van.
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Martin Greaze: Sorry about that, almost hit a pattern screamer. Darn things should be more careful crossing the nighway.
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Benson: You can talk! Why didn't you say anything before?
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Martin Greaze: First you were screaming about being taken hostage, which was pretty rude, and then you were talking to your camera and I didn't want to interrupt.
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Benson: Who are you? Why am I here?
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Martin Greaze: Well Mister Benson…
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[27 minutes omitted for brevity]
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Martin Greaze: Does this answer your question?
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A bright light flashes outside SCP-8013, and the vehicle comes to a stop in an underground parking lot.
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Benson: What question? You just went silent for half an hour again.
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Martin Greaze kicks open the door and exits SCP-8013. Benson follows.
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Martin Greaze: We're in the basement parking lot of the main Greazeburger office. I've got to get to work, someone else will give you the orientation.
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Martin Greaze walks out of view of the camera. The camera is angled to the floor as Benson presumably gives chase.
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Benson: Wait! You can't just leave me here!
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Benson holds up the camera to show a closed elevator. The sign on the door indicates it is traveling up to floor 999.
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Benson: Well… Shit.
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The camera pans around the room, showing a vast expanse of parked cars.
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Benson: I guess I'll find my own way.
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Benson walks to a flight of stairs and begins climbing.
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Benson enters a large open room with floor to ceiling windows. Outside, a bright and sunny field is visible.
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As Benson approaches the large double doors, classical piano music is audible from outside.
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Benson places a hand on the door and pushes. It does not move.
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Unidentified: Door's locked during work hours.
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Benson turns around. An unidentified humanoid is seated behind a large desk beneath a screen displaying a series of product testimonials.2
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Benson: Who are you? Why am I here? What is this place?
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Evelyn Greaze: My name is Evelyn Greaze, I'm the head of HR here at the Greazeburger Earth Central Office. You're here because you're our new hire, Monty. As part of the Greazeburger Earth new diverse and inclusive hiring practices.
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Benson: I never applied for anything -
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Evelyn Greaze: Part of the diversity initiative is hiring outside our normal pool of applicants and instead hiring non-applicants who work for our enemies. You've been chosen to join our company and raise our profit margins through the roof! Or die trying.
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Benson: Okay, so if I just do whatever this job is you don't hurt me or anything?
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Evelyn Greaze: We at Greazeburger Earth would never hurt one our own employees. That's for Dark Lord Divitiae to handle.
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Benson: Who?
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Evelyn Greaze: Don't worry about it. Want to watch the orientation video? Let's do that now.
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[END LOG]
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The recording provided by Benson depicted a very cropped version of the following video file, which was included in the same file. A transcript of the video has also been included.
Hello new Greazeburger employee, and welcome to the Greazeburger family.3
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Here at Greazeburger incorporated, we strive to bring our customers new and exiting products, even when they don't ask us to. Our forward thinking mindsets and agile business models are fully directed to imagining the next big thing in the field of Greaze.
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That innovation starts with you. Today, you may be the new hire with no training or relevant experience, but tomorrow your fresh perspectives and new ideas could raise our stocks tenfold!
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The success of this company falls on your shoulders now. Please help us.
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Benson: That didn't explain anything.
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Evelyn Greaze: You'll need a copy of your orientation package, there's a lot of on-boarding we need to get through.
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Evelyn Greaze hands Benson a manila folder.
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Benson: This is empty.
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Evelyn Greaze: Greazeburger Earth is environmentally conscious, as such we don't waste paper when we can instead tell you things.
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Benson: That's… good?
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Evelyn Greaze: Yes. We are a good company. Give us money.
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Benson: I thought I worked for you now.
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Evelyn Greaze: Sorry, force of habit. How about we start your first day of work?
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Benson: I guess there's no backing out of this.
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Evelyn Greaze leads Benson up another flight of stairs. They enter an office space with several unoccupied cubicles. Red stains are visible on the otherwise beige carpet. The only observable life is a potted plant by a window.
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Evelyn Greaze: Here's the office floor, you'll be working here with the other diversity hires. Your main job will be -
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Benson: There's more Foundation staff here?
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Evelyn Greaze: No, why would we need more than one of each background we're trying to represent?
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Benson: What other backgrounds are here?
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Muffled screaming is audible from a closed door on the other end of the office.
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Evelyn Greaze: Ignore that, we've still got a a lot on the schedule before you meet the rest of the- where are you going? Stop that.
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Benson crosses the office and opens the door. The room is a small broom closet with bottles of cleaning products on a shelf. Additionally an individual identified as Enya Richmond4 is tied to a plastic lawn chair in the closet.
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Benson: Oh shit, who're you?
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Richmond: The lady who's going to sue your pants off, that's who.
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Benson: I don't even work here.
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Evelyn Greaze: Good news, you both do! No need for any lawsuits, we're all part of the Greazeburger family here.
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Benson unties the ropes holding Richmond.
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Richmond: Greazeburger? I'll have you know, my actual employers are very powerful people who don't take kindly to this sort of nonsense!
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Evelyn Greaze: Oh yes, we know. But they won't be after us anytime soon. MCD's legal team had sent us a few cease and desist notices recently so we had our illegal team bust a few knees. That ought to put them off any retribution until next quarter, at least.
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Benson: I may not be one of the science guys, but I've heard of MCD a few times at the Foundation. You're with those rich freaks that sell the anomalies?
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Richmond: Freaks isn't the word I'd use, but that is certainly…. one way of putting it.
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Evelyn Greaze: Well, now that you two are friends we can get back to business. You've both been hired for a very important task, which is -
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Benson: Friends? She hasn't even told me her name yet.
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Richmond: I've never considered myself a friend to a man in coveralls before, and I don't plan to start now.
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Evelyn Greaze: Oh dear, so much hostility. Where's Martin when I need it?
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The floor to ceiling window shatters as SCP-8013 drives into the office space. It is unclear how SCP-8013 accessed a fourth story window, as it had not shown any capability of flight in prior interactions.
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As the front end of the vehicle catches fire, Martin Greaze and an unidentified individual exit SCP-8013.
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Unidentified: Oh god oh god oh god, where am I? Who are you people?
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Martin Greaze: Hey new hires, got the one from the GOC here.5
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Unidentified: The Global Occult Coalition? Ha, what's that? Probably Fake.
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Evelyn Greaze: Welcome to the team, Mister McDowell. The Greaze team.
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McDowell: How do you know my name?
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Benson: It's magic, just roll with it.
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Richmond: The proper term is anomalous.
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McDowell: Shit! They never trained me for this! I'm supposed to be balancing budgets, not getting involved with the KTEs!
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Benson: Hey man, I'm just a janitor. I don't think these grease guys care.
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Martin Greaze: It's pronounced Greaze. Remember our slogan, you can't spell Greaze without E-Z.
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Richmond: Once I'm through with you, it'll be pronounced a subsidiary of Marshal Carter and Dark Ltd.
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Evelyn Greaze: Alright everyone, things are starting to get a bit heated. Remember, if you have a complaint about a coworker you should contact HR instead of escalating the situation. My office is always open except for right now because I'm doing this instead. Martin, can you bring out the fourth new hire?
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Martin Greaze: Right, forgot to introduce Chuck.
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Martin Greaze enters the back of SCP-8013 and drags out a human corpse. White foam is visible around the mouth.
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Martin Greaze: Meet the most important member of the team, this guy's a highly trained combat vet from the Chaos Insurgency. It was pretty difficult to get him to come in with us, but once we got him in the van he said something about not being tortured and fell asleep in seconds.
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McDowell: I had to ride in the van with a dead guy for over an hour.
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Evelyn Greaze: He's just resting. Now that you're all here, let's get this ball rolling. Use your new angles of thinking and diverse backgrounds to think of a billion dollar idea and save this company!
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Richmond: Diverse backgrounds?
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McDowell: How are we supposed to have ideas worth so much?
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Benson: I still don't know what this company does or sells!
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Evelyn Greaze: What's the problem? You're bringing so many fresh perspectives to the table, we're taking new bold directions! Why aren't we making enough money to appease Dark Lord Divitiae?
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McDowell: Who the hell is that?
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Evelyn Greaze: He owns the building we work in.
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Benson: Maybe you could try appeasing him some other way?
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Evelyn Greaze: Dark Lord Divitiae can only be sated by all the gold in the world. We just need a bit more.
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The engine of SCP-8013 explodes, launching its burning remains around the office. Black smoke blocks out the camera.
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Divitiae: WHERE'S MY MONEY, GREAZE?
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Sound indicates the structure of SCP-8013-A may have been extremely damaged. Glass shatters. The building tremors and pitches.
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Evelyn Greaze: He's entered a rage state! Run, new hires! Save your-
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Evelyn Greaze is cut off by a loud burst of flames, briefly illuminating the silhouette of a large winged quadrupedal entity outside SCP-8013-A.
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Benson runs from the room. The flames and smoke part as a green scaled hand grasps at the floor in front of him. The hand picks up a burning desk and throws it across the room. Benson screams and runs the other way.
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[END LOG]
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Benson, Richmond, and McDowell are walking through a windowless hallway. All three of them are coated in soot. McDowell appears to have been crying.
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Benson: Any sign of the grease guys?
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Richmond: No.
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Benson: What was that thing?
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Richmond: I didn't get a close look. Was rather preoccupied with running for my life.
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McDowell: Is this the sort of thing you guys deal with a lot? I've never come close to fieldwork, and after this I never will again.
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Benson: I've never worked with any of the dangerous ones before. Just the cute, fluffy monsters.
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They come to a door at the end of the hall. Richmond opens the door into a large storeroom lined with crates and boxes.
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Benson: At least it's not more office.
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Richmond enters the storeroom. Benson and McDowell follow.
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McDowell: This place seems so deserted.
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Benson: No wonder they needed new hires from outside.
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On the other end of the storeroom, a door marked as the exit is visible.
The sound is heard again as the stack of boxes is toppled by a large amorphous entity of a currently unidentified colour with the phrase "ORIGINAL CONTENT" written on it in white.
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Benson, Richmond, and McDowell scream and run from the entity. It charges towards them, and reaches out a pseudopod to McDowell.
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McDowell: Oh shit, it's got me!
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The entity drags McDowell into its body and envelops him. It makes more unidentified sounds.
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Benson: Just get to the exit! We're almost there!
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Benson and Richmond run to the exit door and attempt to push it open. The door does not move.
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Richmond: Push harder, janitor!
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Benson: I'm trying!
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The door slowly gives way, and they squeeze through just as the entity catches up to them. The door quickly slams shut behind them before it can follow through.
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Benson and Richmond are in an office space much like the previous offices. Beside them, a waste bin shakes and falls over. Martin Greaze crawls out of the bin and stands up, extending a hand to Richmond.
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Martin Greaze: Great job you two, you've managed to escape the Dark Lord Divitiae and his servants.
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Richmond does not take the hand.
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Richmond: How did you get out?
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Benson: And what was that thing back there? Did it eat McDowell?
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Martin Greaze: That was an old cancelled project. Wasn't derivative enough. But the real threat is that certain someone downstairs. And you, Mister Benson, are going to save us all from him.
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Richmond: And me?
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Martin Greaze takes a chef's knife from the front of his pants and stabs Richmond in the neck. She gasps and falls to the floor as blood sprays from the wound.
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Benson: OH GOD! WHAT THE FUCK?
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Martin Greaze: Going to be honest, she wasn't supposed to live this long. Really only needed a chosen one, a chosen two isn't useful.
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Benson: You're insane!
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Martin Greaze: No, I'll tell you what's insane. Dark Lord Divitiae upped our rent prices last month and now we're almost broke. Now, I've got one last surprise for you and then you go kill the bastard that owns this building.
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Martin Greaze takes a mop out of his pocket.
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Benson: The mop?
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Martin Greaze: Just take it.
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Benson takes the mop. Martin Greaze pushes a potted plant over, revealing an elevator door.
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Martin Greaze: Excellent. Now, the final step of your journey awaits you.
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Benson steps into the elevator. As the door closes, the camera lingers on Richmond's corpse.
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[10 minutes omitted for brevity]
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The elevator stops on floor -666. The door slides open, revealing a large stone chamber lit by a row of torches. In the centre of the chamber, a Wyvern class LSA entity7 sits atop a pile of gold coins estimated to be worth three billion USD at the time of recording.
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Divitiae: Hello, little human. What tribute have you brought me today?
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Benson: Uhh, I've got a mop?
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Divitiae: Well, best get cleaning. My lair has grown rather dusty.
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Divitiae throws a single gold coin at Benson.
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Benson: I need water to do that.
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Divitiae: I'll give you as much water as you need, for that coin in your hand.
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Benson throws the coin back into the pile. The LSA opens its mouth and spews soapy water onto the floor. Benson begins to mop the floor.
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Divitiae: Go faster, I haven't got all day. There's a village nearby that needs burning.
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Benson starts moving faster.
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Divitiae: Slow down, you can't do the job perfectly if you're going too fast.
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Benson: Look, I'm not really here to clean. And I'm not here for pay. I just want to go home.
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Benson drops the mop.
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Divitiae: HOW DARE YOU DEFY ME!
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Divitiae leaps off the pile of gold and snaps its jaws at Benson. As Benson jumps away, it slips on the wet floor and slides across the chamber and slams its face into the elevator door.
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Benson stands up and cautiously crosses the floor. He picks up the mop, which has been snapped in half by Divitiae's body.
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Divitiae: You traitorous swine! You'll never work in this town again! I'll repossess your house!
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Benson: Broke like a pool stick. How convenient.
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Divitiae attempts to stand, but slips on the wet floor again.
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Divitiae: You broke your mop? That's coming out of your salary with interest!
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Benson drives the sharp end of the broken mop into Divitiae's neck.
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Divitiae: Foolish mortal, I HAVE TOO MUCH MONEY TO DIE!
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Divitiae swings a clawed hand at Benson, launching him across the room. A loud crack is heard as Benson hits the wall.
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Divitiae: I WILL NOT BE FELLED BY SOME WORKING CLASS WHELP!
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Divitiae grabs the broken mop and rips it out of its neck. A shower of blood sprays out of the wound.
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Divitiae: HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK WHAT'S HAPPENING?
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Divitiae places its hands on the wound. Blood can still be seen pouring out between its claws.
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Divitiae: My head feels funny….
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Divitiae falls to the ground. After approximately ten minutes, the bleeding slows. Divitiae and Benson do not move for three more hours.
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The broken elevator door begins to glow and melt. Martin Greaze steps through the hole, and slips on the wet floor.
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Martin Greaze: Ah shit, someone should put a sign up.
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Martin Greaze crosses the room and kneels over Benson's body.
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Martin Greaze: Hey new guy, good to see you did your job well. Unfortunately, your services are no longer required and we'll be terminating your contract.
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Benson does not respond.
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Martin Greaze: Huh. Guess he's dead. Can't fire a dead guy, can we? No. Let's fix this shit.
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Martin Greaze takes a syringe of an unidentified glowing green substance from his pocket, and injects it into Benson's arm. Benson gasps and coughs.
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Benson: Oh god. I'm alive! I killed a dragon!
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Martin Greaze: You sure did. Now that we don't need you anymore, you're fired.
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Martin Greaze takes a flask of whisky from inside his suit and pours it out over Benson's body. He takes a step away, and lights a match.
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Martin Greaze: See you in hell.
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Benson: WAIT, DON'T -
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Martin Greaze smiles, waves to Benson, and tosses the lighter at him. The remainder of the video file is too degraded to view.
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Alongside these video files, a text document was uploaded containing the following.
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hey guys sorry about taking your janitor without asking hope this video clears it all up
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SCP-8013 has not been sighted since this incident. Reclassification to Neutralized is pending approval.
SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: All known SCP-8028-1 instances are to be monitored by Foundation personnel, with a Joint-Research Task Force assigned to discovering any additional possible waygates around the world in forested and reclaimed regions. Newly discovered SCP-8028-1 instances are to be rendered nonfunctional by Foundation personnel.10/11/28 - SEE ETTRA ADDENDUM 8028.1 SCP-8028 has been reclassified to Archon..Archon class represents an anomaly which has become integral to consensus reality and may have adverse effects if put into complete containment.
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All SCP-8028-2 instances attempting to enter baseline reality are to be met with lethal force direct negotiations or brute force redirection via Protocol Sondheim. Lethal force is only required if the SCP-8028-2 instances manage ingress into baseline reality more than 0.5km from the activated SCP-8028-1 waygate..Note that attempts to neutralize SCP-8028-2 instances have ended with mixed results; while some have proven vulnerable to attack and prevented from entering baseline reality, others have proven immune to conventional abatement techniques. In the event of a resistant SCP-8028-2 attempting egress from SCP-8028, use of Protocol Sondheim will be authorized by Overwatch Command. See Supplement 8028.1 below for further direction.
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Typical presentation of SCP-8028 interior without SCP-8028-2 instances visible.
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DESCRIPTION: SCP-8028 is an extradimentional space of uncertain size and province, containing a forest biome of indeterminate age..While most trees present within the confines of SCP-8028 have proven too large to remove (via SCP-8028-1) for complete dendrochronological analysis, smaller samples from snags (stumps of standing dead trees) have indicated lifespans of well over 25,000 years. Although the area superficially resembles a segment of Eurasian Primeval Forest, closer examination of component plants includes not only the characteristic Fagus sylvatica (European Beech), Quercus robur (English Oak), and Carpinus betulus (European Hornbeam) species but additional dozens of species not native to any known old growth timber regions..Species identified by Foundation arborists have thus far included dozens of tree species not typically native to Eurasia (examples include Populus deltoides (Eastern Cottonwood), Pseudotsuga Menziesii Var. Menziesii (Douglas Fir), and Quercus Rubra (Eastern Red Oak)), extinct species (ex. Araucaria mirabilis, Sigillaria densifolia, and Araucarioxylon arizonicum)), and several completely unidentifiable species. Arboreal and botanical research is ongoing. Weather patterns most closely resemble that of a temperate rainforest with average temperatures around 12°C and precipitation rates of roughly 150cm/year..It should be noted that SCP-8028 also follows a 24-hour daylight cycle that matches that of the Bulgarian Euxine-Colchic deciduous forests, however the nature of this connection has not been identified.
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Entry into SCP-8028 can only be attained by the activation of specific waygates within consensus reality, termed SCP-8028-1. These waygates typically take the form of abandoned or decaying artificial architecture, particularly in areas of previous human habitation that have been reclaimed by natural vegetation. Note that the architecture is typically transitional (i.e. a bridge, a doorway, or a stairwell) and covered in a significant amount of native flora. Any subject approaching SCP-8028-1 who fulfills at least two of the following criteria will activate the waygate, allowing entrance into SCP-8028:.Foundation researchers believe this current list to be incomplete. Research is ongoing.
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Orphaned through the death of both parents before the age of 10.
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Responsible for the death of at least one family member..Death during childbirth, accidental death, and intentional acts of violence have all found to be successful in activating SCP-8028-1.
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Only child to a widowed parent who then married a partner with at least two other children.
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One of seven children to the same parents.
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Born at exactly 12:00:00 a.m..Local to the timezone of birth location. At this time, this condition appears to only affect subjects who are made aware of this fact, typically from health records or parental stories. It is unknown how this condition applies to exact polar (northern/southern) or extraterrestrial births at this time.
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Allergic to the fruit of Malus domestica.Domesticated apple. trees.
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Clinically diagnosed narcolepsy.
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After a subject meeting the criteria approaches the structure, SCP-8028-1 will enter its activated phase for sixty seconds, allowing passage for up to seven individuals (including the original subject capable of waygate activation). After ingress, the SCP-8028-1 instance will return to an inert state and will be unable to be activated again for one hour. See Supplemental Document 8028.1 for list of consistent traits used for identifying emergent SCP-8028-1 instances.
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An example of an SCP-8028-1 instance.
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EXPLORATION LOG 8028.1.2
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NOTE: First incursion into SCP-8028 by MTF Gamma-8 ("Distressing Damsels"), specialized in anomalous forests, particularly wooded spaces beyond time and place. At this time, the Foundation had not yet ruled out an interaction with those who are not named and initial contact was dictated by 4000-Eshu Standard Exploration Protocol.
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MTF Gamma-8 Members Present:
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Agent Maddy Page, call sign Alfa..Captain, former member of MTF Phi-2 (“Clever Girls”).
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Agent Marci Nelson, call sign Tango.
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Agent Vele Murdock, call sign Victor.
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Agent Matthew Scully, call sign Romeo.
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Agent Rebel Diaz, call sign Echo.
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Agent Frankie Santiago, call sign Sierra.
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Agent Molly Hitchcock, call sign Oscar.
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ALFA: All right, insertion in sixty seconds, Gamma-8 count off, final time.
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All members of Gamma-8 acknowledge, counting off with their call sign.
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ALFA: Remember, we're under Eshu Protocol until determined by Command. Take no risks, not even callsigns after the call.
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OSCAR: Don't have to tell me twice. I'm not about to turn into a tree if I can help it.
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TANGO: So if you want to get any digs in on Romeo, now's the time, folks.
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ROMEO: Yeah, yeah. You guys don't flip Victor any shit for being on 'Damsels' while not technically qualifying.
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OSCAR: Well yeah, it doesn't bug them like it bugs you.
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VICTOR: Best guns on the Damsels, and Romeo knows it.
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SIERRA: So uh — boss? Welcome aboard and everything, but seems like a hell of a change from paleontology skips. Unless there's a Devonian era forest that you probably shouldn't bring up in conversation that I don't know about.
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ALFA laughs softly, checking the sights on her rifle.
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ALFA: Admit it, you just wanted to show off you remembered when forests started to crop up in the fossil record. Anyway, final call on 4000-Eshu, folks. Line up!
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SIERRA: Don't think I missed that non-answer!
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ALFA approaches SCP-8028-1, a stand-alone stairwell inside the Okanogan–Wenatchee National Forest, Washington, United States. The expected greenish portal appears showing a successful waygate activation.
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ROMEO: (under his breath) Wonder which two on the list she hit..[REDACTED].
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ECHO: Can it. Not the time, you know better.
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Gamma-8 successfully enters SCP-8028 with all seven members, entering during a daylight cycle near a small creek bed. Roughly 150m away from the team, a small traditional thatch cottage is visible sitting against a particularly dense copse of trees.
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ALFA: Ingress complete, Command.
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COMMAND:Copy, Gamma-8. Proceed as planned. We'll analyze your readings for nomenclative dangers.
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The team proceeds on ALFA's signal, moving silently through the wooded area away from the cottage, which now has visible smoke coming from the small chimney and lights coming from inside the windows. ROMEO begins to path closer to the river, apart from the rest of Gamma-8.
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ROMEO: … what is that delicious smell?
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ALFA:In compliance with 4000-Eshu, attempts to use non-verbal Foundation spec-ops communication, followed by tactile correction.
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ROMEO continues towards the cottage, ignoring ALFA's attempts to redirect. ROMEO then wades into the river without saying a word as an elderly woman in traditional Eastern European dress.A brightly dyed poneva skirt under a simple white tunic with a dark red babushka scarf over her hair. steps from the door of the cottage, waving to the pair.
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SCP-8028-2α: Ah, come in, come in, dearies! The hour is late, and you must be starving! Come, let me see to your health, all of you!
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At this juncture, all members of Gamma-8 begin to move towards the cabin, although all exhibit facial distress from apparent compulsion to do so, with the exception of ROMEO.
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Residing within SCP-8028 are no less than 250 identifiable iterations of fictional or legendary characters from world folklore, classified SCP-8028-2..Each individual instance is given a further designation via Attic nomenclature. Although no direct connection to SCP-3576 or similar anomalous phenomenon beyond thematic has been proven at this time, it should be noted that SCP-8028-2 instances are often both hostile and lethal, and must be approached with extreme caution.
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At least seven times during a lunar cycle, as many as three instances of SCP-8028-1 will spontaneously activate and expel SCP-8028-2 instances for a full minute before deactivation. To date, there has been no consistent correlation between instance types and their motives upon entering baseline reality.
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Partial List of SCP-8028-2 Instances
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SCP-8028-2α
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Elderly woman with features consistent with traditional depictions of 'Baba Yaga' of Slavic myth, complete with motile hut and predilection for cannibalism.
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Although similar in appearance, instance did not exhibit abilities akin to SCP-352 and connection appears to be thematic only. Indestructible by all existing Foundation technology.
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Young boy of southern African heritage, with localized vitiligo clusters visible on his chest, surrounded by several dozen abnormally large Otomys irroratus.Southern African vlei rat. that follow his command.
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Non-hostile unless attacked, during which entity will command the rats to swarm, covering his escape. Will approach any subject with Sub-Saharan ancestry to ask in Bantu if they have seen his family and to let them know he's safe.
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Woman of Chinese ethnicity, wearing a white Di Yi (翟衣).Traditional Zhou Dynasty dress worn by the Empress, symbolizing great formality of occasion. Foundation historians note that the garment's adornments additionally signal that the wearer is the primary wife of the Emperor. usually seen singing by a small pond or river during the night cycle of SCP-8028.
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Non-hostile and will speak politely in Archaic Chinese to personnel, although will answer no direct questions about themselves. Entity emits a constant luminosity of 0.05–0.1 lux.
A abnormally large Cervus hanglu hanglu.Kashmir stag/hind or hangul, a native species of deer to the Indian subcontinent. exhibiting total leucism..Lack of pigmentation in animals.
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Large Canis latrans.North American coyote. with noted anthropomorphic mannerisms, particularly bipedalism as well as human level cognition and vocalization, with otherwise typical canine traits.
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Although not noted to be hostile, information provided by this entity cannot be directly trusted until confirmed in another manner. Claims its name is Áłtsé hashké and will not answer to other titles. Often found singing to themselves in an archaic Na-Dené dialect in the manner of a country-western singer of the 1960s.
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Extremely large (estimated height approx. 1150m) white Draco volans..Common flying dragon.
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Superficially similar in appearance to SCP-3844, but significantly larger. Known to be hostile, easily provoked, and highly dangerous, exploration teams are advised to immediately withdraw from line of sight and retreat to SCP-8028-1 if Nu Delta is sighted.
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EXPLORATION LOG 8028.1.2 (Cont.)
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TANGO: What the FUCK just happened??
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ALFA: Can it and move!
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COMMAND (over comms):Come in, Gamma-8, do you read?
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Six members of Gamma-8 scramble over a large downed trunk after running back out of the cottage. No audio or visual recording of the twelve minutes the MTF spent within the house survives. The cottage is seen to stagger onto two large Gallus g. domesticus.Domesticated chicken.legs and amble deeper into the forest until out of view.
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ALFA: We read you, Command. Romeo is down, repeat, Romeo is down.
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COMMAND:… acknowledged. We've confirmed no nomenclative hazards are present, Alfa. You may proceed without 4000-Standard Exploration Protocol. Do you copy?
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ALFA: Copy, Command. Do we know what we are dealing with, because we just watched Romeo get turned into a goddamned pie by a witch, so…
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COMMAND:… what kind of pie?
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ALFA: The fuck I know what kind of pie, but you've got to tell us what we're dealing with here if it isn't fae, Command.
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COMMAND:Assume some kind of reality benders with likely thaumaturgy rituals backing it up. None of the noncumulative triggers we've seen previously or specific markers for Fae behavior, but it is likely you've got type greens at the least. [ There is a pause. ] Apologies, Gamma-8. Pie is just a new one.
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ECHO: Anything else? This is some Hansel and Gretel bullshit, and we're flying pretty goddamned blind here.
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COMMAND: Understood, Echo. Alfa, proceed as planned but move your extraction up, no extra time like originally planned. Do not lose of line of sight to SCP-8028-1.
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ALFA: Copy, Command. Alfa out.
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The remaining members of Gamma-8 assess themselves for injury while ALFA surveys ahead to the west of SCP-8028-1 with tactical binoculars.
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OSCAR: … I'm guessing we finally tracked down where 352 escaped to.
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TANGO: No way. I worked at Nineteen for awhile, 352 wasn't nearly that much of a babushka.
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SIERRA: If it's not Fae related, then — what? Memetic compulsion, reality benders, thaumaturgy, oh my? Things seem mundane and normal but they're obviously not. I am almost sure I heard a giant's footsteps earlier. Or a dinosaur. Christ, I hope it wasn't a dinosaur.
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ALFA: It wasn't. And dinosaurs aren't in fairy tales.
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SIERRA gets up to grab the scattered remains of the pack ROMEO had been carrying, muttering under her breath as she leaves.
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SIERRA: … well, maybe they are in dinosaur fairy tales …
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ECHO: So, what now? We just try to avoid anything that looks like it's trying to literally lure us into danger? We couldn't avoid shit that time, and besides. That's kind of the whole job description.
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SIERRA: No no, I mean — I think for whatever reason we were thinking more like Gretel, not Hansel. I don't know if Romeo was hungry or what, but he got targeted and the rest of us brought along for the ride. If we're going to be drawn to the danger, focus on how the heroes got out.
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OSCAR: So what, try to just act heroic?
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ALFA: It's better than nothing. Look, if it's type greens, then we have some training to fall back on, same with memetics. Sure, it's not what we were expecting, but if we just —
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ALFA abruptly cuts herself off, putting up a hand to signal the need for silence, as loud voices are heard from behind a fern blind, indistinct at first before recognizable as song. Three SCP-8028-2 instances appear, each resembling archetypal knights-in-shining-armor.It should be noted that said armor was anachronistic for any known historical time period, and the tabards do not match any known historic heraldry conventions., singing loudly in ancient Breton. TANGO jumps to her feet suddenly.
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TANGO: Kan ha diskan!
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TANGO and OSCAR begin to sing along, although with looks of extreme distress on their faces..Later translation show this to be a call and response sung by ancient Celtic warbands. Neither Tango nor Oscar were known to speak Breton before this event. The SCP-8028-2 instances cheer, grabbing the two agents and begin a medieval circular dance with unified choreography by all members.
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ECHO: … okay. I've seen enough, let's go.
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6th Cent. BCE Phrygian depiction of SCP-8028-3.
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SCP-8028-3 designates an entity believed to reside with SCP-8028, although only indirectly observed once during initial exploration by Gamma-8. While identification attempts have thus far been inconclusive, further evidence gathered during multiple explorations as well as significant Akiva readings on exploration subjects' dosimeters suggests the strong possibility of a divine presence, most likely Cybele or Matar Kubileya, an Anatolian earth and mother goddess figure (c. 6th Century BCE) subsumed later into both the Greek and Roman pantheons.
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Subjects who enter SCP-8028 universally report the experience of being watched at all times, even outside of encounters with SCP-8028-2 instances. Although those interviewed after expeditions acknowledged that it was the expected unsettling sense of being seen by the unseen, each has insisted that this presence that they were aware of was neither hostile nor harmful..Descriptions include 'protective', 'caring', and 'maternal', although it should be noted that 'powerful', 'sacred', and 'omniscient' were equally used throughout these reports.
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EXPLORATION LOG 8028.1.2 (Cont.)
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ALFA, SIERRA, ECHO, and VICTOR return to the inert SCP-8028-1 instance that provided ingress, panting heavily.
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ALFA: I don't want to fucking hear it.
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SIERRA: I didn't say anything.
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ALFA: You were thinking it.
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ECHO: Not to talk shit about the dead, but it's not surprising it picked off the slowest of us.
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VICTOR: They wouldn't have fallen behind that far if they weren't still singing and dancing with those knights. They only stopped to fight it, the whole group of them. Well, to try and fight it, anyway.
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SIERRA: Yeah, not surprising claymore swords aren't really effective against fucking dinosaurs.
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ECHO: What the hell was it wearing on its head?
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ALFA: A red cloak. And just — don't say it. We're extracting in five minutes, soon as I can light this thing up, so stay alert.
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SIERRA pointedly turns her back to ALFA who has taken a seat on a dead log.
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SIERRA: Little Red Riding T. Rex..Agent Page clarified later that the SCP-8028-2 instance was more likely a Daspletosaurus horneri, a smaller Tyrannosaur species often confused for T. rex.
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VICTOR: … wait, chief. Look at this, look around. It wasn't like this before, was it?
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ALFA raises her head, looking at what VICTOR is indicating. The clearing around the SCP-8028-1 instance has become significantly more overgrown by native flora, with several large, weathered carvings now appearing amidst the detritus of the forest floor.
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ALFA: … no, no it was not. Everyone get clear views of these things, Command is going to want whatever we can get them to try and explain this place. Anyone see any inscriptions, any names?
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SIERRA kneels in front of the largest of the statues, head tilted.
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SIERRA: This thing is ancient. I mean, older than ancient. Remember that Type Green we dealt with at Çatalhöyük.Neolithic human settlement in Anatolia, inhabited between 7500 and 6400 BCE. Considered a proto-city of humanity.. That's what this reminds me of — that statue we saw, just in the fresh dig site. Almost exactly..Agent Santiago was referring to Incident ████ and later confirmed the artifact recovered at Çatalhöyük did closely match what she examined at this point during Exploration 8028.1.
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VICTOR: Well, this one is Greek. I remember just enough art history to recognize a naiskos.Ancient Greek artistic motif mimicking a temple with a pediment over two columns with either a bust or a full figure carved beneath. when I see it, although I can't tell you what the actual Greek itself says..Inscription was mostly untranslatable due to artifact's apparent disrepair, but Κυβέλη could be made out, which is the Greek spelling for Cybele. Of note, the naiskos depicts the goddess figure sitting besides two lions, similar to the carving found at Çatalhöyük.
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4th Cent. BCE Greek depiction of SCP-8028-3 featuring a naiskos motif..Note that Agent Murdock clarified while similar, the statue present in SCP-8028 was significantly more worn down than this example, with two sitting lions at each side of the figure rather than the one.
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ECHO: I mean, I'm not a historian, but this one is clearly inscribed at the bottom in Latin. We're talking straight out of Rome..Base of the statue was inscribed with the words Magna Mater deorum Idaea, translating to 'great Idaean mother of the gods'. This inscription matches those described by Titus Livius on the statue of Cybele which was brought to Rome in order to secure victory in the Second Punic War.
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The group sits in silence for ten minutes, staring at the statues without saying a word before ALFA finally speaks up, getting to her feet while visibly struggling to do so.
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ALFA: … the dinosaur didn't follow us.
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A deep, feminine voice echoes in the grove, its source unseen but presumed to be SCP-8028-3. SIERRA and VICTOR are both now able to get to their feet, while ALFA helps ECHO to her feet.
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SCP-8028-3:You got here too early, you know. But I'm very proud, all the same.
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ALFA: … you're trying to help us, aren't you?
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The inert SCP-8028-1 waygate activates with a deep golden glow instead of the expected green..This effect has not been replicated during later expeditions to SCP-8028.
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SCP-8028-3:You aren't ready yet. But you will be, one day.
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All four remaining members of Gamma-8 reported that at that point they were pushed through the portal by an unknown force into baseline reality. All four agents reported no major injuries and were cleared for active duty after psychological examination. SIERRA requested reassignment for a year while the others returned to the field within two months. All four agents continue to report dreams set within the forest of SCP-8028, alternating between traumatic memories and peaceful afternoons spent sitting in the forest, described by all four as waiting for something, but with no anticipatory anxiety or desire to leave..To date, every subject who has entered SCP-8028 reports similar dream experiences regardless of the incidents of their exploration.
In the event that a SCP-8028-2 instance cannot be returned to SCP-8028 (via persuasion or force) after breaching baseline reality and proves immune to conventional abatement methods, Foundation personnel must enact Protocol Sondheim immediately. Any MTF or RTF comprised of at least six active agents.For the purposes of SCP-8028, active agent is defined as human and living by normative standards. Reanimated, spectral, or deific agents will not correctly activate Protocol Sondheim. approaching the breaching SCP-8028-2 will trigger an activation of a latent 'story mode' of that instance. At this point, the SCP-8028-2 will do anything to complete the assigned narrative they believe they are part of and will exit baseline reality upon doing so..Although these narrative threads often resemble folk tales, the role that SCP-8028-2 inhabits may not match its original role within that story. For example, during a breach of SCP-8028-2γς, instance's narrative most closely resembled the musical version of Rapunzel (with SCP-8028-2γς in the titular role).
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As the narratives directed by these SCP-8028-2 often include considerable violence, particularly in cases when the instance inhabits an antagonist role within the story, agents participating must do everything possible to minimize civilian involvement. To date, Protocol Sondheim has been utilized 16 times resulting in ██ casualties, ~70% civilian. The current failure rate for successful re-containment is zero.
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A global ßK-Class "Broken Masquerade" Veil Failure Scenario is presently in progress. Foundation personnel are currently to report all containment breaches, newly established containment protocols, or any other possible causes. For the duration of this crisis, any and all requests originating from ETTRA personnel are mandatory directives carrying the authority of Overwatch Command.
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After review, the Department of Analytics determined failures in upholding Veil Integrity began immediately following the first effort to minimize transit between baseline reality and SCP-8028. Incidents increased by degrees with each successful enactment of Protocol Sondheim, culminating with a major breach in information on 10 November..Three stories were published by the Associated Press website within ten minutes, each outlining specific anomalies discovered by either Foundation or Global Occult Coalition forces during the week of 3-10 November, 2028. Suppression efforts were successful and misinformation campaigns have resulted in restoration of full Veil Protocol integrity.
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Containment efforts of SCP-8028 were immediately suspended and ETTRA created a multi-department task force of agents and researchers to examine containment protocols with existing research on the anomaly. The task force was comprised of Interim ETTRA Director Niel Uragan, Agent Maddy Page of MTF Gamma-8 ("Distressing Damsels"), Researcher Naomi Telmar, Ph.D of the Department of Mythology and Folkloristics, and Bryan Parkinson, Assistant Director of ETTRA. Reports and research from various exploration missions of SCP-8028 were also submitted from the Departments of Theology, Cryptozoology, and Pataphysics for review.
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11.11.28 - ETTRA TASK FORCE MEETING NOTES
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Earlier meeting notes have been truncated for brevity. PARKINSON is at the table reading through reports, PAGE is standing by the window, URAGAN pacing by the whiteboard at the front of the room. Discussion has been ongoing for several hours. TELMAR has stepped out for a moment to receive new information from the departments still collating research on Veil Integrity levels.
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PARKINSON: Clearly we got it wrong, but I still don't see any evidence pointing us in any other direction either. It's not like we can just let that place keep spewing out murder monsters unchecked. There has to be an angle we missed.
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PAGE: I stand by what I've said all along, from day one in that place. It's not fairy tales. I get that it's wearing a lot of the same stage dressing, but we've run into too many things that don't make sense even with that kind of context.
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PARKINSON: She's right, the original theory about this being an origin point for the different motifs and themes for folklore just isn't holding up. Antimemes and containment efforts failing around the world just doesn't fit with locking up a fairy tale spawn point, you know?
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URAGAN: Hundreds of deaths every few years will still ultimately end up being less costly than a full drop of the Veil. We don't need to have a concrete answer to what this place is doing before adapting the procedures to remove the risk of a full K-Class, so it's not reasonable to expect it.
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PAGE turns from the window and look squarely at URAGAN, obviously angry.
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PAGE: Oh, fucking spare me. Even if they're unavoidable, we can't just hand-wave these deaths as acceptable losses and pretend we're upholding anything moral here.
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PARKINSON: Page, we didn't invite you here to listen to your side on the normalcy debate.
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URAGAN: Accelerationism rarely works, Agent Page. In the end, the vulnerable just get hurt more quickly by the bullet already on its way.
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TELMAR reenters the room, reading a document and interrupting the argument without realizing it.
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TELMAR: I — okay, hear me out, but I might have something.
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PARKINSON: By all means, Telmar. Give us something here.
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PARKINSON mutters beneath his breath, but is caught by the recording.
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PARKINSON: Because God knows this has been debated to death a million times already.
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TELMAR: … um. Sure. One thing that has been noted from all of the various expeditions is that while teams saw multiple entities from folklore and mythology, they didn't necessarily encounter the ones that one might expect. SCP-8028-2 can vary even from person to person, even during the expedition itself. Changes over time are things that we expect out of archetypes, sure, but Pataphysics isn't seeing any evidence of narrative shifts or anomalies. What's more, all of this started after we tried to limit transit into our reality, intentionally deactivating and monitoring SCP-8028-1 wherever we find them. We don't see any disruption, any narrative hazards while theoretically blocking up the source of more or less every story in the literary canon.
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PARKINSON: The point, Doctor?
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TELMAR stares down PARKINSON until he clears his throat.
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PARKINSON: Apologies, Dr. Telmar. How does this all fit together?
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TELMAR: The fairy tale entities aren't the point. We should have realized that when we sent in an agent with a background with dinosaurs and she found one, with a red riding hood on and everything. It's just set dressing, and it adapts to the people it is presented to. That's memetic, sure. But it's more individual than anything else we've seen pouring out of this thing on its own, and we haven't really considered why.
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PAGE: Most dash-two instances that breach just tend to be boiler plate fairy tale villains, yeah. Nothing that — tailored.
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PARKINSON: So the 8028-2 instances start out as just — what, basic story archetypes?
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TELMAR: Not entirely, because they're still coming out sort of specialized. We have the wild hunts, the divine twins, friendly and not-so-friendly animals, all the fairy tale motifs but out of context, mixed and remixed into incoherence. They're not creating stories, they're just creating horror. And in the case of that one dinosaur, we can see just how focused it can get, but if you look through the other expeditions you have similar variations, specific fears of the subjects being exploited, if with more subtlety.
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PAGE: Pages of logs, but nothing really like a template emerges. It's kind of just chaos.
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PARKINSON: So maybe the Jungian connection is out… unless it's not about the stories themselves, but their end result. The morality.
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URAGAN: Are you seriously suggesting…
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PARKINSON: It's not the primeval forest that stories come from. It's a source of the concept of the anomalous, of something being wrong and protecting against it. The forest in the stories always has represented that. Danger itself, the possibility of something unseen being very wrong. And by cutting it off from baseline —
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TELMAR: We almost broke the Veil by complete accident.
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PARKINSON sits back in his chair for a moment, staring at the ceiling. URAGAN stands, gathering his things from the table.
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URAGAN: Well then. That presents us with an incredible research opportunity and we should count ourselves fortunate this was not a hell of a lot worse. We will continue to monitor dash-ones where we find them and prevent civilian ingress, but for now it is ETTRA's decision that 8028 is to be reclassified to Archon and we no longer will interfere with the waygates directly.
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PAGE: So we're just going to let whatever stumbles out…
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URAGAN: Stumble out far enough so that whatever back and forth that needs to happen happens, Agent Page. Only then are you free to fire at will. But we cannot risk a K-class, particularly when we do not come close to understanding 8028 completely. Thank you all for your hard work, but this is ultimately out of your hands.
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URAGAN leaves the room without another word. PAGE and TELMAR stare at the closed door while PARKINSON finally stands.
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PARKINSON: You know — he's both right and wrong. It is his decision, for now. But it's not even close to out of your hands. Researcher Telmar, you are now officially Research Lead of SCP-8028, let me know your required staff. We'll get you some office space at Site-104, make it official. Agent Page, I'm assigning you and your team for the field work portion for the duration. If we're actually dealing with something that is producing the concept of fear of the unknown itself, this warrants a hell of a lot more understanding than just shrugging our shoulders. Congratulations, and get to work.
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PARKINSON leaves the room while the two remaining women sit silently for a moment.
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PAGE: … well. Kind of anticlimactic, actually.
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TELMAR: What do you mean?
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PAGE: I don't know. I'm used to us figuring it out, to holding the line, etc. You know, the shit from the recruitment pitch. This is so — incomplete.
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TELMAR: I can see that, yeah. But I guess we at least have the benefit of this not being a fairy tale.
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PAGE: Pfft, you kidding? A fairy godmother would be pretty helpful right about now.
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TELMAR: We both know the fae aren't remotely helpful. My point is just that we don't have to focus on sticking the landing on some kind of happily ever after either. A tidy ending, a moral message. We're not telling a story, we're not confined in narrative. Sure, there are going to be things in our way — but history doesn't really have an end, you know? We just keep going, then someone else behind us will do the same, hopefully better. Aut viam inveniam aut faciam..'I will either find a way or I will make one', attributed to Hannibal by Titus Livius, Ab Urbe Condita (English: From the Founding of the City). I don't know, I guess I just see it as kind of a blessing. We don't have to live happily ever after, because we're not done with the living part.
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PAGE: That's one way to look at it, I suppose. Kind of liberating, framed like that.
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TELMAR: Still. Finding the answers won't be easy or quick. Probably the work of a lifetime, when we look at it practically.
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PAGE: Yeah, probably. I guess this is the start of a beautiful friendship, Telmar.
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TELMAR: I agree, Page. … Although, Casablanca isn't really a fairy tale…
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As of 11/11/28, SCP-8028 has been reclassified to Archon class. Research and exploration missions into SCP-8028 as well as continued monitoring for emergent SCP-8028-1 instances worldwide will continue. Departments wishing to conduct studies or surveys should contact Lead Researcher Telmar at Site-104.
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SCP-8178 stuck in a whisk. Image captured on August 29 2019
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Item #: SCP-8178
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-8178 must be kept in a large wooden cell that hums at a constant frequency. The cell must be 10 ft wide by 10 ft long to avoid breeches by SCP-8178.
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Description: SCP-8178 is a small cotton cube resembling a cotton ball. SCP-8178 is about 3 inches in diameter and is reported to weigh about 70 grams. SCP-8178 was found at site███ by
+Dr ████ ███. Upon walking into the room with SCP-8178 inside, you will hear a mysterious voice
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SCP-8178 has now became hostile. Further investigation continues.
Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-8317 is currently unnecessary. The Foundation believes that there is no tangible benefit to attempting to reconstitute SCP-8317-A or any related media following SCP-8317.
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Description: SCP-8317 refers to a CK-Class Reality Restructuring Scenario that took place as a result of temporal alteration in the United Kingdom in mid-1990. During this time GOI-8317("Man. U. Eternal"), a group of time-travelers with a vested interest in altering the outcome of football matches, attempted to interfere with a match involving the Manchester United and Arsenal Football Clubs; their actions inadvertently resulted in changes to the timeline that primarily altered western popular culture.
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SCP-8317 is believed to be connected to an attack GOI-8317 carried out on the Manchester Piccadilly railway station,1 which resulted in a four-day-long disruption of service as the station was closed for inspection and repairs. This disrupted the travel itineraries of potentially millions of individuals in the United Kingdom, among which is POI-8317.
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POI-8317 refers to Joanne Murray (b. 1965), a Scottish author best known for writing mystery novels under the pen name of John W. Money.2 Following SCP-8317, Murray's first novel, The Perished Parish, was published in 2012; while the novel found acclaim, Murray quickly fell out of favor after she began writing under her pseudonym, with common criticisms including her works being under-edited, confusingly formatted, and featuring content that promotes anti-LGBT stereotypes and anti-feminist politics. Her 2023 novel The Swift Tomb failed to appear on any bestseller lists, launching at 92nd place in the UK book charts. However, data recovered from a Deepwell catalog indicates that, prior to SCP-8317 occurring, Murray was once one of the best-selling authors in human history, due to authoring a series of between five and nine children's fantasy novels, which would subsequently be turned into a large media franchise consisting of up to a dozen films, several video game adaptations, at least one stage play, and potentially a "land" in a major theme park; this franchise has been designated SCP-8317-A.
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Foundation attempts to reconstitute SCP-8317-A has resulted in several consequences that the Foundation feels are detrimental; for a partial list, see addenda.
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Addendum: Consequences of Reconstitution Efforts:
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Due to the fact that SCP-8317-A was a cultural touchstone for younger Millennials and Generation Z, the Department of Temporal Anomalies attempted to halt the efforts of GOI-8317 and undo SCP-8317. However, attempts to stop or alter the incident at Manchester Piccadilly station that caused SCP-8317 has resulted in several undesirable consequences on human politics, culture, and society as a whole. Attempts to alter the timeline back to its pre-SCP-8317 state has resulted in the following.
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Current Timeline: The highest-grossing fantasy film franchise3 is The Lord of the Rings, based on the novels by J. R. R. Tolkien. Peter Jackson's The Hobbit starring Martin Freeman, released in 2013, is generally considered a faithful follow-up, with plans to adapt portions of The Simarillion being aborted due to "creative conflict" with the Tolkien estate.
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SCP-8317-A Timeline: Jackson's The Hobbit is made into a trilogy, and is largely considered of inferior quality to the original The Lord of the Rings films. Notably, Sir Ian McKellan suffered a breakdown on set of this production, due to the extensive usage of green screen, as opposed to the practical effects the original films used.
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Current Timeline: The Earthsea series by Ursula K. LeGuin is adapted into a series of films in the mid-2000s, with British actor Alfred Enoch as Sparrowhawk. The films are released to critical acclaim and are credited with reinvigorating the fantasy genre, after the end of The Lord of the Rings.
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SCP-3817-A Timeline: The only adaptations of Earthsea which exist are a 2004 miniseries (which cast Canadian actor Shawn Ashmore as Sparrowhawk) and a 2006 animated film, both of which released to mixed-to-negative reception.
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Current Timeline:The Old Kingdom, based on the novels by Garth Nix, is a niche but well-respected series of fantasy films with a cult following. In 2009, actress Charlotte Watson, best known for playing the character of Sabriel, became the first actress to be nominated for an Oscar for their role in a fantasy film.
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SCP-8317-A Timeline:The Old Kingdom exists solely as a series of novels. Watson, operating under a different name, starred as the tritagonist in the film series based off of SCP-8317-A, and never found the same level of success she did in the current timeline.
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Current Timeline: Former U.S. Secretary of State Henry Kissinger dies of an aneurysm in 1999 at the age of 76.
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SCP-8317-A Timeline: Kissinger survives until 2023 and dies at the age of 100, influencing U.S. foreign policy well into the 21st century. Currently, the correlation between SCP-8317-A's existence and Kissinger's longevity is unclear.
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Current Timeline:The Chronicles of Narnia is adapted into a film series beginning in 2005. By 2015, all of the novels are adapted; the adaptation of The Last Battle includes a post-credits scene where it's shown that Susan Pevensie, who had previously been been assumed to have been denied entry into Narnia, is able to rejoin her family after her death, in accordance with plans made by C.S. Lewis before his passing. Actor Ben Barnes, notable for playing Prince Caspian, would later go on to star in the 2009 television series Star Trek: Andromeda, wherein he played Captain Jasper Simons, who was responsible for commanding the first extra-galactic Starfleet expedition.
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SCP-8317-A Timeline: The franchise still exists, but only up until The Voyage of the Dawn Treader; due to competition from SCP-8317-A, a complete adaptation of The Chronicles of Narnia has yet to manifest in timelines where it exists. Barnes's acting career has yet to manifest in this timeline, beyond the two final Narnia films and assorted TV roles.
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Current Timeline: Following the publication of the final novel in A Song of Ice and Fire by George R. R. Martin in 2018 and ten successful seasons of Game of Thrones on HBO, a boom in high/dark fantasy adaptations occurs; Amazon adapts The Wheel of Time by Robert Jordan, Netflix acquires the rights to The Twilight Saga by Stephanie Meyer, and as of 2023, Disney+ is attempting to adapt Brandon Sanderson's Mistborn series.
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SCP-8317-A Timeline:A Song of Ice and Fire remains incomplete as of 2024, due to the plans for Martin's books (which originally involved a five-year time jump) being thrown off; Game Of Thrones suffers from a drop in quality from Season 5 onwards, to the point where portions of its audience speculate that the showrunners were committing purposeful sabotage. The Wheel of Time is the only extant adaptation that comes about as a result of Game of Thrones's success. The Twilight Saga was adapted into a series of five movies contemporaneously with the release of the films based on SCP-8317-A, and are of lower quality both in terms of writing and acting than in the current timeline. Attempts to turn Mistborn into a media franchise include several poorly-received table-top role playing games and at least two aborted video game adaptations, before the character of Kelsier was integrated into the video game Fortnite.
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Current Timeline:The Witcher, a Polish fantasy series by Andrzej Sapkowski, enjoyed success with several adaptations, first as a Polish television series in 2001, and then as a video game franchise from 2007 until the early 2020s, when The Witcher 4: Lady of Worlds was released. A second TV series, produced by Netflix, began airing in 2019, starring Henry Cavill as Geralt of Rivia, and has enjoyed widespread acclaim from both audiences and critics.
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SCP-8317-A Timeline: Mostly unchanged; The Witcher 4 remains in development as of 2024, due to financial complications and online backlash related to another project the studio had released. The Netflix adaptation of The Witcher lost Henry Cavill for the fourth and final season, apparently due to creative differences and frustration over the treatment of the source material; Liam Hemsworth, a relatively unknown actor in the current timeline, is intended to take over the role.
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Current Timeline: "My Undying" is a piece of fanfiction focusing on The Lord of the Rings, and a tenth, female member of the Fellowship, the "Elven Princess" Du Tywyllch Canys Cigfran Fford, who enters into relationships with all members of the party except for Boromir and Gandalf; however, a large part of the work is focused on a romantic and erotic relationship between Gimli and Legolas. "My Undying" is largely regarded as both one of the most famous and lowest-quality pieces of fanfiction on the internet, and has several essays, both in written and video form, dedicated to analyzing it.
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SCP-8317-A Timeline: The author based this timeline's equivalent of "My Undying" off of SCP-8317-A instead; beyond the changes in characters and venue, it is still widely considered one of the best-known and worst-written fanfictions in existence.
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Addendum: Moratorium on SCP-8317-A Reconstitution Efforts:
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SCP-8317 demonstrates the need for constant vigilance regarding temporal anomalies and the unintended consequences of manipulating the time stream; however, it also demonstrates that in some cases, the damage to the timeline does not require repair.
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As a result of SCP-8317-A's absence, a large portion of the English-speaking internet — particularly "fan sites" such as wikis, blogs, and art-hosting websites —has been irreparably lost. The vacuum left by SCP-8317-A's absence has ultimately been filled by other works of the fantasy genre, both in terms of middle grade novels such as His Dark Materials and Percy Jackson and the Olympians, and more advanced work such as World of the Five Gods and Malazan Book of the Fallen.
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Given that the loss of SCP-8317-A seems to have had a negligible, if not downright positive, impact on human culture, the lost or severely diminished careers of several former child actors notwithstanding, and its status as a work of children's fantasy literature, the O5 Council has determined that the work does not merit further attempts at recovery or reconstitution. In addition to the consequences of previous reconstitution attempts, this decision has been influenced by several factors:
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The persistence of media influenced by SCP-8317-A, with minimal changes.
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SCP-8317 resulting in the retroactive neutralization of at least one other anomaly, now only known from the Deepwell Survey.
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Furthermore, other Groups of Interest have reached out to the Foundation, concurring that the existence of SCP-8317-A is a net loss for humankind; for instance, an agent of the Serpent's Hand, addressing themselves as "N.L.Z.", wrote:
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…It still exists in other timelines, so I was able to track down some copies in the Library. It's pretty mid. I can see how you could latch onto the first few books if you were ten and it was your first experience in the genre, but the vibes get increasingly bad as the series goes on and the plot starts falling apart. Overwhelmingly white except for token characters with no influence on plot or character development, no LGBT presence at all except for some lightly coded characters who get killed off, presents the abolition of slave labor as a position worth mockery at one point. Definitely not worth four months in the Deep Stacks trying to find it.
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Containment Measures: Foundation Seamscribes are to ensure that this document is reproduced accordingly with the Fourth Gurthi Mandate. At least one copy of this document must be placed in the Foundation Library of each burrow. Multiple copies are to be housed in vaults of the Foundation Libraries of higher burrows, which would best ensure that this document survives to be read in posterity. By no means is anyone to tamper with or edit any part of this document. In accordance with the First Bull of Tamlen in the year NE 67, Doctor-Directors who do not follow this instruction are to be subject to punishment, up to and including being demoted to positions at Underhive Libraries.
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This document has been lost and reconstructed many times over decades. After the destruction of Burrowone, the preservation of this document in its current form is imperative. The New Foundation must ensure that it is not lost even one time more.
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This is the only chance for us to remember why we went underground.
Original Containment Measures: Based on scant recovered documents and oral history, the containment measures for SCP-8339 consisted of the following directives:
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+First, to extinguish or cover up all sources of light in Foundation Sites. No one was to enter Foundation Sites from the surface during the day. Entering facilities at nights when the moon is shining was also prohibited. This was performed as a temporary measure. It failed.
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+Second, to facilitate ways to fight SCP-8339. This included up to the use of “dark bombs”, “photophagic firearms”, and “darkness locks”. This failed.
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+Third, to find out methods of living in complete darkness in Foundation sites while we worked out ways to fight against SCP-8339. This failed as well.
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+Fourth, to create a contingency if we could not win against SCP-8339. All Foundation Doctors were to repurpose underground Sites into burrows. Geneticists were to find ways to eliminate the ways humans emit light from body heat, so that SCP-8339 would not find us.
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The fourth directive alone succeeded. The fourth directive is why we are still alive.
Description: SCP-8339 is the designation for the entities known in the common tongue as the “Luminaries”. SCP-8339 are sensitive to all forms of light. They rely on light to tell them where to go, and are capable of seeing even the faintest light through walls hundreds of leagues away. They move at immeasurable speeds, and are known to cause any living being they touch to rupture into light in every spectrum. In the time of the First Foundation, this allowed for more of them to see you. Any means of barring entry was useless, so long as they detected the light that you emitted. They do not eat, they do not drink, they do not sleep. They kill everything they see.
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To everyone in the New Era, they are the sole reason why we still hide in caves underground.
Addendum: The following is a recovered document written in the year OE 3, allegedly authored by Administrator Gurthi before the Monday Massacre of Burrowone. It is the only document from the Second Foundation of Doctors to survive to the New Era. For posterity, its contents have been recorded below.
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Originally, the First Foundation of Doctors believed that the Luminaries– the ancient word for our enemy– only saw in the spectrum of visible light, as we humans are allegedly able to see. So, in their arrogance, they mandated the first three directives. The Foundation was confident that if they turned off their lights and donned their goggles, they would survive. For the first few weeks, they continued to believe this.
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The Foundation did not realize that it was because the enemy was only going for easier, more luminous prey.
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Site-19 was the biggest of the Sites, and was entirely situated underground. Once the Luminaries were done in the nearby city of New York, they found the light emitted by the body heat of thousands of people and anomalies alike.
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Site-19 fell within hours.
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Site One had already mandated the first three directives to counteract SCP-8339. After Site-19, they added the fourth, and the Burrow project began in earnest. Geneticists attempted to find ways to mask humans’ body heat… and all the while, the monsters snuffed out Sites all over the world, killing what was left of us.
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And then the Geneticists succeeded. Humanity’s blood began to run cold. We were effectively hidden from their sight.
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We finally retreated entirely underground. We shed our comforts. We abandoned Electricity. We abandoned Fire. We abandoned Light.
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Then came the Age of the Burrows. The Underhive Period. The Invasion Period. All eroding our knowledge of who we used to be, as our libraries were destroyed and we sunk into petty, destructive conflict in the dark. We thinned out the Underhivers, and the Underhivers butchered us back. We collapsed their burrows, and they massacred ours. In these dim years, all we care about is caving in the skulls of our lessers– and we exult in it.
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But now… we forget that the Luminaries are even there.
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Our Foundation was destroyed once, and rebuilt. Once this war is done with, I have no doubt that it will be destroyed and rebuilt once again.
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We are merely the survivors of the ends of the world, picking up the pieces.
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We would put our history here, but we have none.
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But we will survive. Because we are still human. And we can still take back what is ours.
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We die in the dark so that we can live in the light.
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Do not revise this document. Any reduction or addition to these contents will be regarded as tampering. Any form of tampering will be met with punishment.
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+Because I have the same ability you do.
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+You can read Oldletters too, can’t you?
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+So keep quiet, for your sake. And don’t tell them what I’m about to tell you.
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+You see, I was merely a student when my teacher rediscovered Fire.
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+Its brilliance was something I could never before dream of. It seemed to glow in the darkness, and sway even in the still air. I could see it give birth to smaller versions of itself, throwing them above her like a mushroomwoman throws salt. The entirety of the rock wall behind it was shown to me in ways I had only felt before. At once I saw the intricate details in the stone– the way it can jut out and recede with not the slightest thought given to its design.
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+“Do you see it, Professor?” I said, solitary in the back of the room. “Do you see what you have created?”
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+“What?” My teacher answered. “What did I create? I cannot see, Thomald.”
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+It was then that I realized what I was capable of that my teacher was not. But I did not think much of it then.
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+I lifted a finger, and pointed at it– though he did not, of course, see it. “In front of you, there!”
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+The fire gave a crackle, and at once my teacher looked straight at it. I could only discern the slightest curve of his form in the dark, but I knew at once that he was fascinated. I was sure he could feel the intensity of its warmth from how close he was– for even I, many meters away, could feel the sudden heat that rushed into the room from my teacher’s creation. It must have been scalding.
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+“I have done it!” He shouted. He was so delighted then, so full of joy and mirth. “I have done it, I have! Fire! I have created Fire!”
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+I was about to join in with my teacher’s festivities, make ready to describe the brilliance of the glow that I saw… but it was then we realized that our joy had attracted people to us.
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+The Library’s guards came in quickly, but at first did not realize what it was that crackled and warmed them so. But they knew enough from what my teacher said that it was what we all, as Foundation Doctors, were forbidden to create.
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+Fire. Light. And with Light, death.
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+The guards used their maces to kill my teacher quickly, though it seemed they had no idea what to do with the fire. It burned one and nearly jumped onto another, but the third man had the knowledge needed to feel around for water from an adjacent room and then splash it onto the fire.
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+I was so scared of discovery then, thinking that perhaps, in the dying firelight, they would see me.
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+But they didn’t. When I kept quiet, they took my teacher’s body and left.
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+It was then that it sunk into me that I had an ability none of them had. Not my teacher, not any of the three guards.
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+I could see.
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+I could see light– and none of the Lumins had come to kill us.
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+They were gone.
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+It was then that I realized that I now so wanted to see brilliant things again, and see them true. I remember the old books we used to have in the Foundation library. How we could determine detail even though we were meters away, how we could distinguish people not just by voice but by appearance, how we could know what emotions we could show just from the expressions on our faces…
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+Faces. I so longed to see a human face.
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+We still have eyes that twinkle, I thought, and small wonderful ears that inform us of everything around. We still have mouths full of perfect sets of teeth, one above and one below, and a nose that could be both small and quaint on one person and large and aristocratic on another.
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+Most of all though, I wanted to see the way we could apparently *smile*- how our cheeks could elevate and our teeth would show and our eyes would shine… shine in only the way that light could show us. Joy, after all, was a familiar concept to me. But I had no notion of what a smile could even look like.
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+But in doing so, I had to do the one thing that my teacher was killed in front of me for doing.
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+I had to make *Fire*.
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+And now the monsters who left us down here could no longer stop me from doing it.
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+So I pored over the books in the library, what remaining ones there were, looking for every single hint I could get of what my teacher so accidentally stumbled upon.
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+Over years, I got the gist. You need only two pieces of flint, or rock, and strike them together. You then had to procure something dry that could “burn”– in the before days… wood and cloth. In the new era, coal and mushroom fabric. When they created little sparks of light, you were on the right track. I stockpiled what felt like dozens of kilograms of coal and fabric in those days, striking stones together above it in a way that could strike it alight.
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+On the fifth day of my eighth year of my quest, I succeeded.
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+The brilliance then… the Fire I spawned was magnitudes more terrible than anything I had seen with that created by my master, stinging my eyes and my skin and everything else. It was beautiful, but I could not bear to be close to it for so long.
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+I fell back, screaming, trying to get the warmth away from my skin, wondering why it felt as if my entire body was melting away. My master’s fire could not have compared to mine. I felt like I was… “*burning*”.
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+As I lay there gasping and panting, panicking as the scalding heat receded with my growing distance, I realized that with my noise… someone had heard me.
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+“Hello?” A female voice said, calling out with the vulgar accent of the burrowfolk of Browsenteen. “Do you mayhaps need help?”
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+I began to panic. I remember what they did to my teacher, surely this woman would see me as well, see the light that spilled into the tunnels, and would tell of my sin to the Doctor-Director. Then I would meet the same fate as my teacher. Then, I would die.
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+But as she came closer and into the light, I realized that she had the same condition then as the guards that came to kill my teacher.
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+She didn’t see me, or the light spilling in behind me, or the sin I was so afraid she would report.
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+But in the light of the Fire, I saw *her.*
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+You understand, we never knew what each other looked like. Most of us could only think to know what our loved ones looked like in the intimate hours of the sleeptime, when we could trace our hands across their faces and feel two eyes, one nose, one mouth, and two ears. We could never really see what the old records told us. We could never check if what we felt was the truth.
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+The textures we felt then… they paled in comparison to the detail in which I saw this woman now.
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+I wanted to know what a human face looked like. What ears looked like. What noses looked like. What eyes looked like.
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+What a *smile* looked like.
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+And now I knew.
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+She was *beautiful*.
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+Do you realize that? Do you realize what this revealed to me?
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+It's burnt into my head now. Every inch of my mind.
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+But I don't need to tell you what it's like, do I?
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Special Containment Procedures: Direct interaction with SCP-8558-1 instances may only be undertaken with approval from the Site Director and current head of the Department of Zoological Studies. Individuals may not enter SCP-8558-1's containment chamber without full hazmat protections. All individuals leaving SCP-8558-1's containment must undergo advanced biohazard cleaning protocols and will be placed under mandatory quarantine for a period of no less than 2 weeks. Personnel who report SCP-8558-2 symptoms shall remain in quarantine indefinitely. Research into a cure for exposure to SCP-8558-2 is considered a top priority.
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All requests for euthanasia are to be denied.
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Description: SCP-8558 refers to a pair of interconnected anomalies:
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SCP-8558-1: A species of humanoid, non-sapient, amphibious creatures superficially resembling Salmo salar (Atlantic salmon) ranging between 2-3 meters in height. X-ray analysis has revealed that all of SCP-8558-1's reproductive organs are covered with a thick layer of protective flesh and scales, allowing eggs to develop internally.
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SCP-8558-1's primary anomalous traits derive from the species' mutualistic relationship with SCP-8558-2. SCP-8558-1 instances are all naturally infected with SCP-8558-2, and it is believed to play a key role in their reproductive process. Individuals that have been "cured" of SCP-8558-2 in controlled settings are effectively rendered sterile and unable to participate in SCP-8558-1 spawning practices.
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SCP-8558-2: A viral infection originating in SCP-8558-1. SCP-8558-2 remains dormant in SCP-8558-1 instances, activating during SCP-8558-1 spawning season. Upon activation, SCP-8558-1 instances will experience a sudden release of sex hormones and endorphins. SCP-8558-1's outer flesh will begin to slough off, allowing access to their reproductive organs by a prospective mate.1 Once mating has concluded, SCP-8558-2 begins to rapidly regenerate flesh lost in the process of mating.2
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SCP-8558-2's effects on SCP-8558-1 continues up until the individual successfully mates. SCP-8558-1 instances that do not successfully mate will continue to lose flesh without regenerating. These instances have been seen continuing the search for a mate even following the loss of vital organs and large quantities of blood, and will only perish after the loss of the majority of their brain tissue.
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Recent discoveries have revealed that SCP-8558-2 is a zoonotic disease.
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Addendum 8558.1: Initial Zoonotic Infection
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Forward: The following footage was recovered from Site-58's Zoological Anomaly Containment Wing. Footage features a research endeavor led by the chair of the Zoological Studies Department, Dr. Zacharias Hanneman, into the mating habits of SCP-8558-1.
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<BEGIN LOG>
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Dr. Hanneman, Researcher Benedict Harrison, and Researcher Aaron Pollus stand in the decontamination chamber leading to SCP-8558-1's containment.
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Hanneman: Everyone suited up?
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Various murmurs of assent are heard from the gathered personnel, as everyone finishes putting on hazmat suits.
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Hanneman: Perfect. Remember, stay clear from 8558-1. The buggers get mean when they're in heat and the last thing I need to do is fill out an incident report. Buddy system, and all that jazz.
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Hanneman opens the door to SCP-8558-1's containment. Harrison and Pollus recoil.
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Harrison: Jesus it reeks in here.
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Pollus: Through the suits even…
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Hanneman: Oh! Good, that means they've begun! Quick, duck into the shrubbery over there, and be quiet!
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Hanneman pushes both researchers down into the bushes near an artificial river in SCP-8558-1's chamber. Two instances can be seen approaching one another.
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Harrison: Alright, got the audio recorder live.
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Pollus: Video is live too. We're set?
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Hanneman: … Ah, I forgot to grab my tablet. Difficult to get notes on it all without it, you know. Pardon me just a moment, gentlemen, I'll be right back.
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Hanneman rises to his feet and runs back to the entrance of the containment chamber.
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Pollus: That man would lose his head if it wasn't screwed on.
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Harrison: Remember that time he forgot to close the door to the Squonk's chamber, babe?
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Pollus stifles a laugh.
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Pollus: It took us almost a week to find the crybaby! The .aic guys kept hearing it cry in the vents and thought they were being haunted!
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Both begin to laugh. One of the SCP-8558-1 instances turns its attention towards the shrubbery.
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Harrison: Oh! Shh, look!
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The instance begins to lumber towards the shrubbery, chittering.
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Pollus: Uhh… Benny we should probably move.
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Harrison: No, no, this is great. We'll get to see it up and close!
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Pollus: Benny, we're supposed to avoid direct interaction. This is a breach of protocol.
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Harrison: No, see?
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The instance regards the researchers, cocking its head slightly. Harrison approaches it with an outstretched hand. The instance lowers its head, allowing Harrison to pet it.
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Harrison: If I had to guess this one's a female, see that bulge in her side there?
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Pollus sighs before approaching.
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Pollus: Would explain why she's so docile, I guess.
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Harrison: Males of quite a few species tend to be the most sexually aggressive and animalistic after all.
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Pollus: Oh, har har. You don't need to stare me down when you say that.
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Harrison gently strokes the instance. A small chunk of its epidermis peels away under his touch. He takes Pollus's hand and guides it towards the instance. Pollus intitially recoils, but allows Harrison to press his hand against the instance. Its flesh continues to flake off as the two stroke its side.
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Harrison: Oh, you're about ready, huh, girl?
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The instance chitters, before standing upright. The researchers turn, and see another SCP-8558-1 instance approaching.
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Pollus: … Benny we should probably—
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The instance bellows and charges at the shrubbery.
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Pollus: Benny, MOVE IT!
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Pollus grabs Harrison's hand. Both begin to run towards the exit.
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Harrison: Augh! Shit!
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Harrison trips over an exposed root and tumbles to the ground. Pollus rushes to his side.
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Harrison: I'm fine, I—
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The SCP-8558-1 instance reaches the tree and lunges towards Harrison. Before it can reach him, Pollus intercepts and checks it with his shoulder. The anomaly is sent tumbling back, a large chunk of flesh peeling back as it hits the ground. It scrambles back to its feet, hissing as the chunk of flesh falls away. It slashes at Pollus, who kicks it and knocks it to the ground once more. He slides over to Harrison and reaches out his hand.
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Pollus: Can you stand?
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Harrison: Y-yeah. Thanks, babe.
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Pollus helps Harrison to his feet. Hanneman returns, stun gun drawn.
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Hanneman: Are you two alright?!
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The SCP-8558-1 instance returns to its feet and bellows. Hanneman shoots it with the stun gun, and it collapses to the ground, spasming.
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Pollus: Yeah, I—
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Pollus recoils in pain, grabbing his leg. Hanneman moves his hand away, revealing a large cut through his hazmat suit and an open gash in his leg below it.
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Hanneman: Shit. Shit shit shit.
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Harrison: What's wrong?
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Pollus: It's nothing, I'm all good. Just a quick cleanup—
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Hanneman pulls out his portable radio, and moves between Pollus and Harrison.
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Hanneman: Hey medical? Prep a quarantine bay ASAP.
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<END LOG>
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Afterword: Researcher Pollus was placed into mandatory quarantine to track for signs of potential SCP-8558-2 infection, with Dr. Hanneman and Researcher Harrison held under quarantine in separate chambers. Dr. Hanneman and Researcher Harrison were released following a decontamination shower and blood test that reported negative for SCP-8558-2 infection.
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Researcher Pollus's quarantine status was upgraded to "indefinite" following confirmation of the first human SCP-8558-2 infection.
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Addendum 8558.2: Video Log #1
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Date: 7/8/25
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<BEGIN LOG>
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Pollus sits at a desk in his quarantine dorm. The room behind him is sterile and organized. He speaks into a camera.
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Pollus: I think I set this up right?
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He reaches out and adjusts the camera.
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Pollus: Good enough. Uh, hey? I'm Researcher Aaron Pollus, today's date is… August 7th, 2025. I've been in quarantine for two days now.
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Pollus adjusts himself in his seat.
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Pollus: I was asked by the Medical Department to keep a daily video log to help track my condition. It's weird honestly, being a test subject for once. Bravely diving into the unknown! I bet I'll get a medal or something for this when it's all over. I hope I do. Medals are cool.
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He chuckles.
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Pollus: Anyway, so far so good. I don't really feel different in any way. A little warm, and… oh!
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He rises to his feet and attempts to lift his leg up to the camera, stumbling at first. After some struggle, he's able to show his prior injury from SCP-8558-2 to the camera.
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Pollus: The really notable thing is that this injury here isn't healing, but get this!
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He sticks his finger into the wound, pushing the flesh back and widening it. Muscle and tendons are visible underneath.
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Pollus: It doesn't hurt at all! Honestly we might be able to figure out how to make some strong anesthetic from this.
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He puts his leg back down and chuckles to himself.
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Pollus: Can't say I'm thrilled with quarantine, but hey. We should've been more careful around a bunch of horny fishmen anyway. Hindsight is 20/20 and all that, lesson learned.
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He blows a kiss to the camera, before tapping his chest twice and giving a thumbs up.
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Pollus: Every day ends eventually, yeah?
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<END LOG>
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Addendum 8558.3: Video Log #2
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Date: 10/8/25
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Pollus turns on the camera. He appears largely unchanged from the last notable recording.
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Pollus: Hey all! Today's date is… August 10th, 2025. So far so good still.
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He turns back to the room and shows it to the camera. There's a set of weights and a shelf of books.
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Pollus: Thanks to Benny I was able to get some workout equipment and books in here. Don't get me wrong, talking to a camera all day definitely makes me feel sane and well adjusted, but I do appreciate having more ways to pass the time.
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He turns back to the camera and smiles.
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Pollus: Only notable physical change I can note right now is a sharp increase in energy. I spent almost all day yesterday just working out and even now I don't feel tired. Oh, oh! Benny, look at this!
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He stands up and lifts his shirt. Developing abdominals are present on his stomach.
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Pollus: This is only after two days of working out!
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He sits back down, smiling.
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Pollus: Anyway take your time with the cure guys. I'll be alright.
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He taps his chest twice and gives a thumbs up.
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Pollus: Miss ya, Bens.
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<END LOG>
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Addendum 8558.4: Video Log #3
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Date: 15/8/25
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Pollus turns on the camera. He's gained muscle mass, and appears slightly flushed. There is a large stuffed bear on the bed behind him.
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Pollus: Today is August 15th I think? It's been just over a week since I was placed in quarantine.
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He lifts his leg and places it on the desktop with relative ease, showing off the injury from before. It is unchanged.
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Pollus: The workouts have been great for flexibility!
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He chuckles.
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Pollus: Seriously though, I did want to point out this thing hasn't actually healed yet. I don't think it's changed at all? I'm not an expert on that front, but I figured it was worth noting.
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He lowers his leg.
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Pollus: Still no notable pain, but it does itch a bit. I've been good about not scratching so far. Mostly.
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Pollus adjusts himself in his seat for several seconds, visibly uncomfortable. He motions as if to scratch his chin and stops himself.
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Pollus: Other than the things I've mentioned before, I've been feeling a bit… uh…
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He flushes a deeper red.
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Pollus: Goddammit how do I say this professionally? I've been feeling… worked up we'll say.
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Pollus adjusts himself again.
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Pollus: B-but Benny's been great so far. They haven't let me actually see him yet, but he left me this!
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He motions to the bear on the bed.
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Pollus: He brought it from home, it was a wedding gift from his parents. It's not the same as having him here, but it's nice to have something to snuggle against at night. It smells like him—home. It smells like home, and I dunno, it just feels nice to touch something right now.
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He lets out an awkward chuckle and scratches at the back of his neck. He opens his mouth as if to speak, but continues to scratch his neck for nearly a minute.
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Pollus: You know it's funny. Between this bear and all the cameras in this room I guess I can't really feel alone, can I? I mean I know I'm being monitored at all times, so I guess it's like everyone is in here with me?
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Pollus: … Ah, yeah. So that's it, I guess. G'night.
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Pollus taps his chest twice and gives a thumbs up before rising to his feet and walking over to the bed. He grabs the stuffed bear and wraps himself around it. He remains in this position for several hours, shivering, before appearing to fall asleep.
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Addendum 8558.5: Interview #1
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Date: 21/8/25
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Forward: Researcher Benedict Harrison received approval from Dr. Zacharias Hanneman to perform an interview with Researcher Aaron Pollus with the goal of accurately assessing his mental state following two weeks in quarantine. The interview approval is currently under review by the Foundation's Ethics Committee.
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<BEGIN LOG>
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Researcher Harrison approaches the window separating Pollus's quarantine unit from the central hallway. Upon noticing Harrison, Pollus leaps from the bed and races towards the window, nearly crashing directly into it. He places a hand on the window, and Harrison does the same on his side. The two stand in silence for a moment.
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Pollus: Hey.
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Harrison: Hey yourself.
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Pollus sniffles.
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Harrison: Since when have you been emotional?
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Pollus: Shut up, it's the fish hormones. I missed you.
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Harrison: I missed you too. And… I'm sorry. About this. I just—
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Pollus raises a hand.
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Pollus: Hey, I'm not gonna let you blame yourself for this. We were both careless, and accidents happen.
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Harrison: Yeah, but—
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Pollus: Hush. I forgive you.
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Harrison gives a weak smile.
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Harrison: You look good, for what it's worth.
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Pollus smirks, flexing an arm.
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Pollus: All for you, babe!
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Harrison: I'll admit I never actually expected to see you like this.
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Pollus: Just imagine what I can do with all this. Oh man if I could get my hands on you…
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Harrison: A-Aaron, come on, we're being recorded!
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Pollus continues to flex as he speaks. He leans in towards the window.
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Pollus: Hell I would do just about anything you wanted me to—
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Harrison: Aaron… Aaron! Focus! I love you but this is not a private conversation!
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Pollus shakes his head and averts his eyes from Harrison. He blushes and scratches at the back of his neck. he continues to scratch as he speaks.
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Pollus: … I got carried away. I'm really sorry, Benny.
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Harrison narrows his eyes.
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Harrison: What's that on your arm?
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Pollus: A bicep.
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Harrison: No, dumbass, I meant that.
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He motions towards what appears to be a small section of skin just above Pollus's triceps. It appears heavily inflamed, with some patches appearing to have begun to peel away. Pollus lowers his arm behind his back.
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Pollus: I was itchy, that's all. It's no big deal.
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Harrison: You can't be blasé about stuff like that, Aaron. I know you read the documentation on 8558. At the very least try not to scratch at it. I just…
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Pollus: We don't know it actually does that to people.
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Harrison: Has anyone from the Medical Department seen you recently?
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Pollus thinks for a moment.
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Pollus: … Nope, not that I can think of. Honestly you're the first person I've actually seen properly since this all started.
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Harrison: What?! Please tell me you've at least done blood tests or something?
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Pollus: Since entering quarantine? No, none of that. They did that test to confirm the 8558-2 infection anyway, they don't need more.
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Harrison: We need to talk to them, then. That has to be a mistake—
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Pollus taps the window.
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Pollus: Babe, it's fine. Don't make a whole thing out of this, you don't need to worry so much. Look at me, I'm fine! Great even! I trust that they've got what they need to make whatever cure they're planning to make, and it's not like I can do anything about it. Can we just stop talking about it?
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Harrison sighs.
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Pollus: Please, just relax a bit. Be here, with me. I can tell how tense your shoulders are.
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Harrison: Just relax, why haven't I thought of that?
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Pollus: Hey.
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Pollus taps his chest twice and gives a thumbs up. Harrison mirrors the action, and gives a small smile.
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Harrison: I know. I know…
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Pollus: Go do something kind for yourself, please. It'll be alright. I promise.
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Harrison: I'm holding you to that promise.
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Harrison leaves. Pollus sighs before returning to the bed and wrapping himself around the bear once again.
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Pollus: Miss you…
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<END LOG>
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Addendum 8558.6: Video Log #4
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Date: 23/8/25
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<BEGIN LOG>
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Pollus turns on the camera. He opens his mouth as if to speak, but begins coughing. He continues to cough for nearly a minute, before eventually coughing out a small object. He holds it up to the camera as a small trickle of blood leaks from the corner of his mouth. It appears to be a molar.
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Pollus: That's the second today, actually.
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He grabs a tissue and wraps the tooth inside. He then proceeds to wipe his mouth, before opening it and giving the camera a view inside. He's also missing his left 2nd bicuspid.
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Pollus: Lost that other one this morning. Woke up with a shitton of blood in my mouth and half choked to death.
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He grabs another tissue and spits into it.
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Pollus: Doesn't hurt, in case anyone was wondering. Same as that gash on my leg, I don't feel a thing. Feels good to scratch at it, though.
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He reaches down and appears to begin scratching at something under the desk.
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Pollus: I know, I know. I shouldn't.
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His face contorts into a grimace as he continues scratching.
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Pollus: I dunno, it feels really good, and once I get going it's hard to stop.
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He continues scratching as his breathing grows heavy. He lets out a small groan as he does. After several minutes he looks down and jerks his hands away from his lap. He places them atop the desk and balls them into tight fists. He avoids direct eye contact with the camera.
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Pollus shivers, and adjusts himself. He closes his eyes and takes several deep, ragged breaths.
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Pollus: None of it bothers me as much as this burning does. I keep scratching and scratching because there's like this fire under my skin. I'm so hot I wanna just…
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He wraps his arms around himself and digs his nails into his sides.
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Pollus: … rip it off.
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Pollus takes another deep breath before dropping his arms to his side. He adjusts again, groaning, and paws at his crotch.
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Pollus: And it's a burn in every sense too. I miss Benny, miss him bad. God I… need him right now.
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He turns back to the bear on the bed, which appears to slightly misshapen and slightly damp from heavy use.
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Pollus: The bear helps. God the bear helps, keeps me grounded a bit. Lets me pretend he's… here, even if it's not him, and won't be him.
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He puts his head into his hands, bouncing his leg. After a moment he claps his hands together with a weak smile. Blood continues to trickle out the corner of his mouth.
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Pollus: Nah, it's fine. It's fine. It's fine!
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He nods, spitting blood and another tooth onto the floor. He shakes his head and taps his chest twice. He hesitantly gives a thumbs up as his hand shakes.
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Pollus: Because it has to be.
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<END LOG>
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Addendum 8558.7: Interview #2
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Date: 26/8/25
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Forward: Researcher Benedict Harrison was granted approval to perform an interview with Researcher Aaron Pollus to once again ascertain Pollus's mental health status. The interview approval is currently under review by the Foundation's Ethics Committee.
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Harrison approaches the window to Pollus's quarantine unit. Pollus races towards the window, pressing his face against it. His condition has notably declined—large patches of hair have begun to fall out and his complexion is notably paler. He flushes a deep red upon making eye contact with Harrison.
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Pollus: Hey there handsome.
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Harrison: Easy, killer, what's got you all worked up?
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Pollus: You. I miss you.
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Harrison: I miss you too.
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Pollus reaches a hand up to the window, revealing that he is missing his left ring finger. Harrison recoils in shock.
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Harrison: What the fuck?!
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Pollus: God you look good. Have you been working out too? That shirt fits just right. Hugs you in all the right places.
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Harrison: Aaron, you—
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Pollus begins to paw at his crotch.
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Pollus: Fuck Benny you don't know how much I'm missing you. When I get out of here and get my hands on you I swear…
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Harrison: Aaron will you please—
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Pollus: I'm going to run my tongue over every square inch of you. And then I'm gonna take those tight little pants of yours off, and suck the shit out of your co—
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Harrison: AARON! Please for the love of God will you stop.
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Pollus recoils back, startled. He looks down at his hand and removes it from his lap, placing it back against the window. He opens his mouth as if to speak, before looking away from Harrison.
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Harrison: Just… look.
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Pollus looks down at his hand.
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Pollus: Oh. Yeah.
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Harrison: What happened? Are you okay?!
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Pollus shrugs.
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Harrison: Don't just shrug at me, you're missing a fucking finger!
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Pollus: I mean it doesn't hurt, if that's what you're worried about.
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Harrison: That's not what I'm worried about, I'm worried about the fact that it fell off at all!
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Pollus breathes heavily, and stares at Harrison. The two maintain eye contact for several moments. Harrison eventually sighs.
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Harrison: … They say they're working on it. Working on a cure, that is. I'm not allowed to know the fine details, but they promise me they're working on it.
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Pollus: Did you get a haircut? It looks good. You look good.
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Harrison: Aaron, please. Be honest with me— how are you doing?
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Pollus sighs.
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Pollus: It feels like every nerve in my body is on fire. It's not pain, I just feel more, every little touch and sensation lights me up. Everything is so sensitive, to the point I'm starting to almost feel sick. I want to just sit and scratch and touch, but… Fuck, every second I'm alone I just miss you more and more, and scratching distracts me from it, even just for a second?
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He holds up his leg. The cut on his leg is visibly larger. The flesh around the wound has been partially peeled back. Harrison gags.
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Pollus: But this is what happens when I indulge. I want to dig and dig so bad. It feels good, but the more I give in the less of me there is.
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Harrison: Aaron—
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Pollus motions as if he's about to begin scratching at the open sore on his left triceps.
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Harrison: Aaron, please. You're going to make it worse.
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Pollus takes a shuddering breath and stops.
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Pollus: Alright.
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Pollus takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. He holds the breath for a moment, then releases.
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Pollus: I'm going to hold myself together. I have to, for you. That bear you gave me? It's something, it's you. It smells like you, it smells like home. With it here I feel like you're with me. With it here I feel like I'm waking up next to you again, even if only for a moment. So, thank you. I just wish it was really you.
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Harrison: … You're gonna be ok, Aaron. I'm promising you this. I'll… I'll make them finish the cure. We'll get you fixed up, and then we'll go home. I swear to God we'll go home.
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Pollus smiles and places his hand on the glass once more. Harrison meets his hand. The two stand in silence for several moments.
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Pollus: I love you.
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Harrison: I love you, too.
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Harrison taps his chest twice and gives a thumbs up. Pollus hesitates for a moment, before mirroring the gesture.
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<END LOG>
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Addendum 8558.8: Video Log #5
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Date: 28/8/25
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<BEGIN LOG>
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Pollus turns on the camera. He's trembling, holding a hand over his left eye. Blood covers half of his face as he breathes heavily. After several moments, he looks at the camera and removes his hand, allowing his left eye to fall from the orbital cavity. It hangs by the ocular nerve for a moment before the nerve snaps, and the eye falls to the table.
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Pollus: I… I can't do this. Please.
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Pollus attempts to take a deep breath and hold it, but coughs while inhaling. He proceeds to cough for almost a full minute, doubling over on the desk. He spits blood as he does so.
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Pollus sits upright once more. He lifts his left arm and begins scratching below his triceps, then pulls his hand away. He holds his hand midair for several moments, before scratching his arm once more. The scratching continues in intensity until the outer layer of skin has been removed and a hole has opened up. He continues to dig into the wound, panting as he does.
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Pollus: God… please.
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He moans softly as he continues to dig into the hole in his arm. His body rises and falls as he begins to thrust into the air.
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Pollus: Benny… Fuck…
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<END LOG>
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Addendum 8558.9: Video Log #6
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Date: 29/8/25
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Forward: The following log was recorded using one of the security cameras in Researcher Pollus's room.
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<BEGIN LOG>
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Pollus is asleep in bed, wrapped around the stuffed bear. He begins to grind his hips against the bear. The grinding increases in intensity as time continues, and he moans.
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After several minutes, he wakes up. He stares at the back wall for several moments, and then begins to scratch at his jaw. He vocalizes and moans softly as he does so. The scratching increases in intensity he begins to peel skin away from his face. His right hand disappears under the cover and he begins thrusting.
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After several minutes, a large portion of skin and muscle tissue has been removed from his jaw. He lays flat on his back and begins to vocalize loudly as his body spasms.
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When he sits back up, his jaw falls away causing his tongue to hang loosely from what was his mouth. He raises his hands to his face, grabbing around where he jaw once was. He lets out a strangled, choking sound as he continues to grab at his face. This continues for several minutes until he presses his face into the pillow, his body heaving as he does so.
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<END LOG>
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Addendum 8558.10: Incident Report
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Date: 30/8/25
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Forward: The following was recorded at the Foundation Medical Department's Pathology lab. Researcher Benedict Harrison was not granted prior approval before entering the lab.
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<BEGIN LOG>
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Harrison enters the lab and walks over to Dr. Zacharias Hanneman.3
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Harrison: Dr. Hanneman, thank God a familiar face. I've been trying to figure out who to talk to about all of this and no one seems to want to help me. Please, I just…
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Hanneman: Harrison? What's all this about? You know you can't—
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Harrison: I want to save him before there's nothing left to save. Every time I see Aaron there's less of him.
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Hanneman: Well, er, yes? To our understanding that is how the disease progresses in humans.
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Harrison: No, you don't understand. There's less of him. His smile stopped reaching his eyes, his sense of humor is gone. All of the little things I love about him that make him who he is. Please, Dr. Hanneman, help me here. Help me save Aaron before there's no Aaron left to save.
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Hanneman: I'm sympathetic, I really, truly am, but there are procedures—
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Harrison: Listen, I'm really sorry for interrupting everyone's work and coming back here. I'll take whatever punishment you or whoever else feels fit to give me later, that doesn't matter. You're the research head on the SCP-8558-2 case, right?
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Hanneman: Wait how did you find that out? I mean, yes, I am, but that was supposed to be proprietary information.
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Harrison: I checked the SCP-8558 file's extended documentation. Obviously with my clearance I couldn't see most of it, but still—
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Hanneman: Your clearance on that file was supposed to have been revoked.
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Harrison furrows his brow.
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Harrison: Pardon? Why?
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Hanneman: I'll need to have a conversation with RAISA—
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Harrison: Why would you remove my clearance?
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Hanneman: You were removed from the project.
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Harrison: I don't understand. I was never informed of that.
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Hanneman: You were meant to be removed once you were identified as a potential vector of infection.
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Harrison: But I've been conducting interviews on behalf of this project? I've had access to the videos, even! And besides weren't you—
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Hanneman: I appreciate you assisting us with those interviews, for what it's worth. We figured it would be most receptive to you speaking with it. Regardless, why are you here?
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Harrison pauses and shakes his head before speaking.
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Harrison: S-sorry, just… I wanted to know about the status of the cure for SCP-8558-2?
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Hanneman pauses for a moment before shaking his head. He taps on his tablet for a moment.
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Hanneman: Current results are promising. We should have a version ready to roll out in a week for anyone who has been in contact with 8558-1 but otherwise asymptomatic.
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Harrison: And what about people who are symptomatic?
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Hanneman: Not a research priority, it's too far out of our scope.
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Harrison opens his mouth as if to speak, but appears unable to.
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Hanneman: Please, Harrison, understand that those who have actually begun to rot are—
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Harrison: I— No… no. No, I won't listen to this. This is… You're seriously willing to just leave people to die?
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Hanneman: I didn't say that. Don't put words into my mouth.
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Harrison: You didn't need to.
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Hanneman: Listen, I know you're upset, but—
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Harrison begins to pace the lab.
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Harrison: Aaron has been in there rotting alone. You know what he told me when I first spoke with him? That even after a full week no one from the Medical Department had come to do anything with him— no tests, nothing.
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Harrison pinches the bridge of his nose.
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Harrison: Make it make sense to me, help me understand this.
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Hanneman: You're being unreasonable—
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Harrison: Give me one Goddamn reason.
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Hanneman straightens up.
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Hanneman: … It was always a priority to capture all stages of infection, outside of a controlled testing environment. We can't possibly develop a cure without first understanding what infection does to the human body.
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Harrison is silent.
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Hanneman: You must understand that it's for the benefit of the Foundation and humanity as a whole. For all we know it could be like rabies after all, impossible to treat after the subject is symptomatic. By understanding how this disease affects the human body, from infection up to the cessation of biological functions, we can—
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Harrison:Does he know that?
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Hanneman: Pardon me?
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Harrison: Aaron. Were you ever planning to let him know that you were just going to leave him to rot away? For the benefit of the Foundation?
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Hanneman: And humanity.
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Harrison: Right. 'Humanity'. What humanity? I don't see any in this fucking room, not if you think it justifies letting a man rot in a cell.
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Hanneman: SCP-8558-3 was deemed an acceptable loss for the sake of this pro—
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Harrison raises a fist as he begins approaching Hanneman, but stops himself.
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Hanneman: If you're looking for someone to be upset with, consider a mirror. Don't act like we haven't reviewed the footage.
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Harrison turns to leave. He turns back towards Hanneman as he reaches the door.
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Harrison: You Goddamn coward.
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Harrison slams the door.
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<END LOG>
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Addendum 8558.11: Video Log #7
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Date: 31/8/25
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<BEGIN LOG>
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Footage still from Researcher Pollus's quarantine chamber. Redacted per Ethics Committee order.
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Pollus turns on the camera and angles it towards the bed. He nods, before tapping his chest twice and giving a thumbs up.
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Pollus lays down on bed and grips the stuffed bear tightly. He grinds against it while rubbing his face against the bear's face and neck. He licks at the bear's neck and shoulders several times, his hip motions increasing in speed as he does. Eventually he rises to his knees and lays over the bear, bracing himself over it with his hands on the bed.
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With his right hand, he begins tearing at the base of the bear's tail. He appears to have difficulty doing so, eventually sitting upright and working at the seam with his left hand. He forms a small hole, and continues tearing at the base. The friction peels away the skin of his right index and left pinky finger, and eventually both fall away at the joint. Once a sufficiently sized hole is formed, he removes his pants and lies flush against the bear. He begins thrusting into the bear, sweating profusely and sobbing as he does. Eventually he sits the bear in his lap and wraps his upper body around it, continuing to thrust into it and turning his back to the camera.
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After a half hour, his body shudders. He collapses into the bear, panting heavily as a small pool of blood begins to form beneath him. He removes the bear from his lap. He appears to reach a hand down towards his groin. He pulls it away and throws what appear to be several chunks of flesh to the floor before running to the room's sink and vomiting.
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He spends the remainder of the day huddled atop the bed, clutching the stuffed bear against himself and gently stroking its head. He occasionally rubs his injured groin against it involuntarily.
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<END LOG>
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Additional Notes: On 2/8/25, the Ethics Committee received a request to award euthanasia to Researcher Aaron Pollus, citing an extreme deterioration of both his mental and physical health. SCP-8558 Project Lead Dr. Zacharias Hanneman was consulted on the matter. Following a consultation with Dr. Hanneman and review of relevant materials, the request was denied.
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Addendum 8558.12: Video Log #8
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Date: 5/9/25
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<BEGIN LOG>
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Harrison is seen approaching Pollus's containment. He swipes an ID badge4 at the door and enters, closing and sealing the door behind him. He holds a syringe in his hand.
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Harrison: Hey, handsome.
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Pollus is on the bed, now having lost approximately 40% of his original biomass. When Pollus notices Harrison's entrance, he recoils and attempts to flee.
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Harrison: Hey, hey. It's ok. I know what I'm doing.
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Pollus continues attempting to flee until Harrison places a hand on his shoulder, gently tracing circles on it with his thumb. Pollus appears to relax. Harrison sits Pollus in his lap and cradles him against his chest. Pollus begins to grind against him.
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Harrison: It's ok. You can't help it.
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Pollus buries his face in Harrison's chest. Harrison strokes his head.
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Harrison: I'm sorry. I can't keep my promise.
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Pollus meets Harrison's eyes and shakes his head. The two sit in silence for several moments. Eventually, Harrison leans down and kisses what remains of Pollus's nose.
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Harrison: I love you, you know that?
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Pollus nods, weakly tapping his chest twice, and attempts to give a thumbs up. Harrison reaches down and helps erect his thumb, then mirrors the motion.
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Pollus buries his face into Harrison's chest once more. Harrison takes the syringe and inserts it into Pollus's shoulder. The two sit in silence for approximately one hour, until Pollus releases a shuddering breath and goes still. Harrison places him in the bed, gently covering him with the sheet. He lays down beside Pollus's corpse, and inserts the syringe into his own shoulder.
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<END LOG>
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Additional Notes: Both bodies were removed from the chamber and underwent autopsy. Following autopsy, they were stored in Cold Storage Warehouse 003 and Cold Storage Warehouse 005 respectively.
Special Containment Procedures: A library located in ████, Italy, is partly built of blocks of SCP-888 in its 'full' state. The portions of the building constructed of SCP-888 are designated as "rare-book" storage; only three senior librarians have access, and two of these are on the SCP payroll. The third librarian is aware of the room's true purpose, but is a representative of and liason to ███ ███████. A second sample, of 'empty' SCP-888 remains in the vault beneath the library, where it was originally discovered. Access to this vault has been rerouted through the "rare-book" room, and all other passageways to it have been sealed with reinforced concrete. At this time, no additional containment measures are deemed necessary.
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Description: SCP-888 is a mineral composite similar to a rare red quartzite found only in ███████, Russia; however SCP-888 also contains trace amounts of an unidentified organic compound. This stone exhibits the capacity for large-scale data storage within its molecular lattices. SCP-888 exists in two distinct states, hereafter referred to as 'empty' and 'full'. In its 'empty' state, SCP-888 is colored a pale pink, and is slightly translucent. In the 'full' state, the color deepens to a darker red, and the stone becomes completely opaque — see the attached image. It is theorized that these changes result from the realignment of the molecular lattices to contain the stored data. At this time, the source of this stone is undetermined.
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SCP-888 reacts to the presence of sapient beings, and appears to require direct skin contact to function. If a thinking creature touches an empty sample of SCP-888, the stone removes a memory from the subject, and stores the memory in itself, converting to the 'full' state in the process. The original memory is lost to the subject. One of the early test subjects described the experience as "like losing a tooth — you know there used to be something there but all that's left is a bloody hole." Testing has confirmed that it is possible to loosely direct what memory is excised, by concentrating on a specific memory before touching the stone. If a subject handles a sample of 888 with no specific thought in mind, the memory lost is essentially random, though it may be chosen by the subject's subconscious.
+(I have personally confirmed that the 'donor' retains no access to the lost memory, however related memories seem to be unaffected: I can no longer recall seeing the movie ██████████ ████████, but I do recall that it was the worst film I've ever seen. — Dr. █████)
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If a subject instead touches a 'full' stone, the subject experiences the memory contained within it, firsthand. Subjects report that the experience is completely 'real' to them during replay. As long as the subject remains in contact with the stone, the memory continuously 'loops,' with each subsequent re-play possessing the same emotional impact, as if every repetition were the first time. Contact by the original memory donor does not restore the memory. Instead, subjects experience a dissociative state, in which the memory reportedly feels like "a story someone told me," or "something I dreamed about."
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Before-and-after MRI scanning seems to indicate that the memory transfer process causes cellular death in the subject's brain. The exact mechanism is unknown at this time, but it is theorized that the transference causes a burst of electrical activity in the cells which originally contained the data, essentially cauterizing minute portions of the brain tissue. Playback causes no analogous damage to brain tissue, however the replayed memories are so vivid that some test subjects have exhibited psychosomatic responses, such as blisters rising on a hand which was burned in the memory.
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Samples smaller than ~8 cubic centimeters lack the ability to retain data, and are unable to absorb or replay memories. Aside from this 'minimum operational size,' there appears to be no correlation between the size of the sample and the amount of data which can be stored. If a 'full' sample of 888 is reduced by mechanical means into fragments smaller than 8 cubic centimeters, the recorded data is lost when the stone becomes inert. The original host does not regain the lost memory. However, if a 'full' sample of 888 is separated by mechanical means into fragments larger than 8 cubic centimeters, each fragment retains the full mnemonic content of the original sample.
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Construction of the original building was commissioned in 15██ by Patrizio ████████ of ████, Italy. Records of the construction, such as the source of the stones used and the identity of the architect, were lost in a fire at Villa ████████. Historical accounts claim that the fire was set by Signora ████████, for reasons unknown. The fire claimed the lives of all present in the ████████ manor. It is therefore unclear whether the presence of SCP-888 in the construction was intentional, and if so, what the purpose of its inclusion might have been.
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The current storage site originally contained roughly 1 cubic meter of 'empty' stone, which was previously housed in a sealed vault of ordinary granite. This cache was discovered by Father ████ ████████, who was cataloging the occupants of the catacombs attached to this library. Fortunately, his initial contact was with a small chip broken off when the vault was unsealed, and the main mass of stone was therefore left untouched. Fr. ████████ contacted █████ ██████, the occult research division of ███ ███████, however once it was determined that SCP is not [REDACTED], █████ ██████ contacted the local SCP liason.
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Testing consumed approximately one third of this supply before a functional minimum was determined. As of this writing, several fragments of roughly 18 CCs have been separated from the main mass, and are set aside for testing purposes. Because the amount of stone available is sharply limited, all testing must be approved by the head researcher assigned to SCP-888, Dr. █████, or his superiors.
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Special Note: Research into the content of the 'filled' stones used to construct the library is ongoing. There appears to be a rough chronological order in the layout of the building, with newer stones near the south entrance, proceeding top-to-bottom, south-to-north toward older memories. As more information becomes available, it will be logged in file SCP-888 Archive.
| By accessing this file, a memetic paralysis agent will be activated if you lack the proper credentials to view the following documentation.
+| DOES THE BLACK MOON HOWL?
Special Containment Procedures: Information containment of SCP-8966 is of the utmost importance. Under no circumstances are the events of SCP-8966 to be mentioned to a person who was alive during the event. For this reason, access is limited to Temporal Anomalies Department personnel of Level 5 clearance, and Sir John Paul McCartney. Under no circumstances are members of the O5 Council to access this file.1
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Description: SCP-8966 was a period of time spanning from January 1st, 1960, to December 31st, 1969. The anomaly has been determined to be completely neutralized, excluding extant phenomena.2 SCP-8966 was a temporal loop, estimated to have repeated around 340 times before the death of the cause, SCP-8966-α. Due to the destabilizing effects of SCP-8966, the period of time it covers is unsuitable for temporal travel.3 For this reason, SCP-8966 has been designated as Disruption Class Obscurum, due to the amount of disruption caused by the anomaly being unknown and potentially infinite.
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SCP-8966 is known to have held memory-affecting properties, allowing the veil to remain intact despite the repetition of the loop. This also directly correlates to the current timeline, with those who lived through the anomaly often recalling memories of what happened inside of various cycles of SCP-8966 with some sense of cognitive dissonance between it and the events of the final iteration of SCP-8966, what is currently considered baseline reality. If someone who lived through the years of 1960 to 1969 is told of SCP-8966, they will experience an influx of memories from their time in SCP-8966. This will lead to mental degradation and frequent dissociative episodes.
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SCP-8966-α is a corpse currently contained in a high security item storage locker at Containment Area-111. The anomaly was likely murdered or died in a struggle; there is a knife wound through the back of its skull, as well as several similar wounds in its chest area. It is to be contained under the cover story of a visual infohazard that has been deemed too dangerous to study. All requests to view or test SCP-8966-α are to be summarily denied. SCP-8966-α does not hold resemblance to anyone known to be alive through or before the timespan of SCP-8966.
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SCP-8966-β is Sir James Paul McCartney.4 Though SCP-8966-β himself is largely non-anomalous, he was found to be completely immune to the memory-affecting properties of SCP-8966. After psychological testing to ensure that the mental degradation caused by SCP-8966 did not affect him, and knowledge of heavily classified anomalies being given by SCP-8966-β, debate followed in the Temporal Anomalies Division. It was decided by O5-75 that SCP-8966-β was to be integrated into the Foundation to better research the anomaly.
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Addendum 8966-1: Discovery Log
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Due to prior anomalous phenomena associated with the Beatles, it was deemed appropriate to study beliefs around them. Hume6 levels in believers of the conspiracy "Paul is Dead"7 are slightly lower than in the average person. SCP-8966 was first discovered around Detroit, Michigan, when looking into possible anomalous causes of the conspiracy theory. It was deemed appropriate to interview Sir James Paul McCartney and test for any anomalous abilities.
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Interviewer: Doctor ██████
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Interviewed: Sir James Paul McCartney
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Notes: Doctor ██████ is currently a patient in Foundation mental care, with a regiment of amnestics given daily to allow him to function properly and contain an SCP-8966 information breach.
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<Begin Log>
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Interviewer: Alright Mr. McCartney, we're going to ask you a few questions about the conspiracy surrounding you. We're curious if you have any information on it.
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McCartney: Well, this took longer than I thought it would. Come on then, fire away.
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Interviewer: Mr. McCartney, I'm going to need you to elaborate.
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McCartney: Right then, well, I know about your organization. The Foundation.
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Interviewer: And how do you know about us?
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McCartney: I spent time with the Hand in one of the loops. You know about the loops now, don't you?
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Interviewer: Loops?
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McCartney: Well, that's a disappointment. I was hopin' that you would know and I wouldn't have to explain. The 1960's, they were a loop.
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Interviewer: A time loop?
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McCartney: You got it. It repeated God knows how many times, and nobody seems to know about it. Thought I was going crazy for the first few runs.
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(Interviewer begins retching.)
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McCartney: Shit. Are you alright?
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Interviewer: Fuck— I remember.
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(Interviewer throws up.)
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Interviewer: It hurts. It's so much. I remember it all.
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McCartney: Oh, oh— Medics! Medics! He needs help!
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(McCartney gets up, trying to soothe the Interviewer until aid arrives.)
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<End Log>
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After the above interview, the Department of Temporal Anomalies was informed of the situation. All medical personnel who aided the Interviewer were given a false story. It was decided among high-ranking members of the Department that Sir James Paul McCartney was to be inducted into the Foundation. He was made a consultant and researcher on SCP-8966, as he was seen as a valuable source of information, including leading to the discovery of SCP-8966-α.
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Addendum 8966-2: Temporal Anomalies Department Testing
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The Department of Temporal Anomalies began testing on SCP-8966, utilizing personnel sent into SCP-8966's timespan, and various information-gathering anomalies, to find out how SCP-8966 was created and maintained.
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Loop Number: 0, the time span before the creation of SCP-8966.
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Deviations: Occurred similarly to the "true", or final, iteration of SCP-8966. Notable differences include John F. Kennedy fully serving his term as president and being reinstated for a second. Lee Harvey Oswald failed in his assassination attempt, allowing this to occur. The NASA program failed to bring Neil Armstrong and Edwin Aldrin home from the moon, resulting in the program losing funding on the order of President Nixon.
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The most important deviation, and likely the triggering event for SCP-8966's creation, was the death of Paul McCartney in a car crash on November 6th, 1966. The Beatles and the British Occult Service then conspired to cover up his death, with a man known as Bill Shepard being thaumaturgically transformed to be near identical to Paul McCartney. Nothing of note happens until September 1969, when the truth begins leaking to local newspapers. Hume levels in Bill Shepard begin skyrocketing at this point, reaching a high on December 31st, 1969, with John Lennon and Ringo Starr trying to disband the band, and the creation of SCP-8966.
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Notes: Bill Shepard, pre-transformation, has been noted to be identical to SCP-8966-α.
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Loop Number: 1
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Deviations: Paul McCartney immediately starts displaying distress at the beginning of the loop, running into the bathroom and having a breakdown. The next day, he packs some things and leaves his home, beginning to hitchhike through England.8 Bill Shepard, still resembling McCartney, took his place and began to live his life. All major events, bar the death of Paul and subsequent fallout, occurs in this loop exactly how it did in the last.
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Notes: McCartney, upon notes of these discoveries, commented that he figured out something was wrong when he saw himself on TV. This is when he became aware of Bill Shepard, and realized his memory of the prior loop was not a convoluted mental breakdown.
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Loop Number: 2
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Deviations: Paul McCartney attempted to live the same life as the original. His death in 1960 was assumed to be due to the subconscious reality warping of Bill Shepard, as McCartney reported things becoming more dangerous even in mundane situations, such as the sidewalk being slippery when he was going to play with the Beatles. His cause of death was found to be intense head trauma due to a sidewalk reportedly "grabbing him". This led to the British Occult Service and the Beatles looking for a replacement, which they found in Bill Shepard, who was almost identical to Paul.
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Historical events were vaguely affected, with Lee Harvey Oswald's assassination attempt injuring Kennedy and leaving him unable to work for the remainder of his term. Lyndon B. Johnson ran for, and won, the Presidency in his absence.
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Notes: McCartney has reported that he remembers dying to be a "Groundhog's Day thing". He has declined to elaborate further.
Dr. Ryans: Right, are you comfortable, Mr. McCartney?
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Rsr. McCartney: Yep. Thanks for asking.
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Dr. Ryans: Right, I'm no stranger to time loops myself, so do you want to tell me about it?
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Rsr. McCartney: 'Course. Every time it was going to be New Years Eve of '69, I felt like my chest got tighter. Nothing ever came of this, but I'd blink and it'd be 1960 again. I'd be back in my little, shitty home.
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Dr. Ryans: And nobody else noticed a thing?
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Rsr. McCartney: Everyone else was blissfully ignorant. I didn't get the luxury of forgetting, like they did.
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Dr. Ryans: Did you ever speak to Bill Shepard?
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Rsr. McCartney: Yeah. A few times. He'd usually talk to me before he killed me to take my place. You know what, Ryans? He was a fan. He liked my work. That's why he wanted to be me. I went to just walking away from the band and letting him take me.
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Dr. Ryans: Well, do you know what stopped SCP-8966's effects?
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Rsr. McCartney: I killed him. You have his corpse, because I killed him. I assume you're gonna ask why?
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Dr. Ryans: You're correct.
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Rsr. McCartney: Well, before I killed him, I talked to an old man. I was hitchhiking across America. I didn't know what else to do at that point. He said that I looked famished and offered to buy me dinner. I obviously took him up, I've died of starvation in one of those and I wasn't looking to go through that again.
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Dr. Ryans: What did he tell you—
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Rsr. McCartney: I'm getting there, I'm getting there. He told me about how I looked exhausted, tired of everything. He said it was a shame that a young man like me was going through something like that. He knew I could fix whatever was troubling me, and he gave me some money for the journey—
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Dr. Ryans: And this was inspiring to you?
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Rsr. McCartney: Well, if you'd stop cutting me off, I'd have an easier time telling my story. He gave me a slip of paper, hidden between the bills. It was a map, with a date. An "X" over London. November 9th, 1966. If you'd look back at your notes, that's when I died for the first time. Before you ask, here it is.
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(McCartney hands a slip of folded paper to Dr. Ryans.)
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Dr. Ryans: Well, what did this map lead to?
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(Ryans unfolds the paper, examining the map.)
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Rsr. McCartney: I think that's a story for another day. I'll be in my office. I have a lot of things to do.
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Dr. Ryans: Alright. It was a pleasure, Mr. McCartney.
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Addendum 8966-4: Extended Testing Logs
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Loop Number: 34
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Deviations: The first recorded instance of events from a prior loop being remembered was noted. Despite SCP-8966-α and SCP-8966-β remaining alive in this iteration, the "Paul Is Dead" conspiracy theory was noted to have appeared. All other non-anomalous historical events are concurrent with the original iteration of SCP-8966. In the anomalous world, increased activity in the Serpent's Hand was noted, due to the fact that SCP-8966-β joined the organization for this span of SCP-8966.
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Notes: Researcher McCartney and Doctor Ryans have proposed a theoretical explanation for prior iterations being able to be remembered, known as the Restructuring Slip. The longer that a Reality Bender attempts to maintain a hold on consensus reality, regardless of their strength, the more likely it is that reality will begin to fall out of their control, slowly, and be more prone to anomalous phenomena. They have provided the metaphor of sand slipping through a hand as a visual representation.
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Loop Number: 51
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Deviations: The assassination of John F. Kennedy was perpetrated by the CIA after a botched handling of the Cuban Missile Crisis. Though roughly fifty nuclear missiles were fired between the United States and USSR, none detonated. This is believed to be due to the passive influence of SCP-8966-α, keeping SCP-8966 from needing to reset unnecessarily. SCP-8966-β died due to blunt force trauma.
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Notes: There are notable rises in Restructuring Slip events, such as the influence of Paul is Dead being much more prevalent than any previous iterations of SCP-8966.
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Loop Number: 132
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Deviations: Consistent with the original timeline up until the assassination of John F. Kennedy, which is consistent to current consensus history. In the 1964 election, Richard Nixon defeated Barry Goldwater in the Republican primaries, which led to a victory against Lyndon B. Johnson for the presidency. An equivalent of the Watergate Scandal occurred in this iteration, where employees of the Nixon Administration broke into the Democratic Party's offices to try and find blackmail. This was not discovered until November of 1969. The fallout of this event is unknown.
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Notes: Consensus reality is beginning to show signs of harsh degradation, with anomalies and anomalous events becoming 34% more common since the first iteration of the loop.
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Addendum 8966-5: Interview with Rsr. McCartney
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Interviewer: Dr. Theobold Ryans
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Interviewed: Rsr. Sir James Paul McCartney
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Dr. Ryans: So, Mr. McCartney, I'd quite like to know what your time with the Serpent's Hand taught you.
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Rsr. McCartney: Oh, yes. They were an interesting bunch, and I didn't really mean to bump into them. I was wandering, like I did in many of the iterations, and I came upon a group in an alleyway. They recognized me, actually. We went to a cheap little diner, had a meal, then they asked if I wanted to see something that could help.
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Dr. Ryans: So, were they aware of SCP-8966?
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Rsr. McCartney: I don't think they knew about it specifically, but they knew what it was doing.
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Dr. Ryans: Why is that?
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Rsr. McCartney: I stepped into the library, and— How do I phrase this?
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Dr. Ryans: Take all the time you need.
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Rsr. McCartney: The library, have you gone in it yet? In any iteration?
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Dr. Ryans: No. We're not usually welcome there.
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Rsr. McCartney: Well, you must've done something wrong there. Alright then, they took me into the library, showed me a way that had us singing a hymn to a wall. When we entered, I saw the beautiful, beautiful shelves upon shelves of books. It was… amazing. I still get a sense of awe when I think about it. They told me I could find any book I wanted there, on anything, so I hesitantly went to a librarian and asked about what was happening. It just kind of stared at me for a moment, its featureless face contemplating what it was going to do.
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Dr. Ryans: I've heard the librarians know exactly where everything is, isn't that true?
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Rsr. McCartney: It is. After a few long, awkward minutes, it led me to a shelf, secluded from others and cracking at the world around it. It was being attacked. The very foundation of knowledge was breaking apart, and this was the epicenter. I couldn't even get close to the books. They looked like they would be destroyed with a single touch. I asked for books on the Beatles, and guess what I got? They were wrong. He was the one in the pictures. I asked for something on 1970.
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Dr. Ryans: And?
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Rsr. McCartney: It didn't exist. I knew I had to act. I had to find a way to kill him. Then, I started looking for something that could help. That led to the old man, and—
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Dr. Ryans: Mr. McCartney? Are you alright?
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Rsr. McCartney: … Yeah. Yeah, I just thought of something. I've gotta go work on something.
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Dr. Ryans: Well, we're not done with the interview yet—
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Rsr. McCartney: Later. We'll finish later.
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Incident Log 8966: Following his second interview with Dr. Ryans, Researcher McCartney was noted to have entered a room containing stockpiles of Temporal Anomalies and standard Foundation equipment. He began taking things without any notice before or after, including a 442i Perfect Time Watch10 and a MKII XACTS device,11 a body camera that was equipped onto his person, and the smallest spy camera available. After stealing equipment, he entered the office of Dr. Theobold Ryans to take what was later confirmed to be the map that had been given prior.
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At this point, Researcher McCartney entered a storage room and initiated the body camera and MKII XACTS device, which sent back data to indicate he had traveled to the 339th iteration of SCP-8966. Video footage was recovered upon his return, which can be viewed below. An investigation on whether this is an unauthorized alteration to the timeline has been authorized.
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Video Log Transcript
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Personnel On-Duty: Rsr. Sir James Paul McCartney
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Subject: PoI-8966
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[BEGIN LOG]
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(McCartney stumbles after being transported, holding his head.)
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Rsr. McCartney: My God, it worked.
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(He turns, putting his arms up in triumph, and beginning to walk through the small town he appeared in.)
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(PoI-8966 is seen, an unkempt beard and longer brown hair flowing in the slight breeze. He is exiting a car, giving an inaudible thanks to the driver and walking with a stick.)
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Rsr. McCartney: Hey! Sir! Sir!
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(PoI-8966 turns, looking at McCartney with confusion.)
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PoI-8966: Hello?
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Rsr. McCartney: You look tired, kid. You wanna get something to eat? I'll pay.
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(PoI-8966 looks McCartney up and down, before nodding.)
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PoI-8966: Yeah. That sounds good. What's your name?
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Rsr. McCartney: Uh— Mike.
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(PoI-8966 chuckles.)
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PoI-8966: Funny, that's my brothers' name. I'm James.
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Rsr. McCartney: Nice to meet you. Let's get something to eat.
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(The footage seems to have some sign of disruption, before coming back while McCartney and PoI-8966 begin eating their meal.)
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Rsr. McCartney: I've got something for you.
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(PoI-8966 leans on the counter of the bar and looks at McCartney.)
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PoI-8966: All right then, what is it?
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(McCartney takes out a small, folded piece of paper, sliding it across the table to PoI-8966.)
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PoI-8966: What is—
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Rsr. McCartney: Don't open it yet. Wait until I leave. You look tired. I can see in your eyes that you're exhausted, James. I'd bet you're even tired of everything, it just feels like it'll never end. But I know you're a strong man. You can make it through whatever's happening, I know it.
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(McCartney slides forty pounds across the table, patting PoI-8966 on the shoulder, which activates the spy camera, causing it to stick to his clothes.)
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Rsr. McCartney: Happy New Year.
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[END LOG]
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Update 6/30/24: Footage has been found on the spy camera planted by Researcher McCartney, following a period of inactivity. The event therein has been dubbed Incident 8966/2.
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Preface: The video, after review by personnel of the Temporal Anomalies Department, has been found to contain two individuals. The spy camera footage is from the perspective of PoI-8966, and the other is assumed to be Bill Shepard, otherwise known as SCP-8966-α.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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(PoI-8966 seems to be on the edge of Abbey Road, early in the morning. Camera footage labels the time as 5AM, Wednesday, November 9th, 1966. Bill Shepard can be seen walking along the sidewalk, where his eyes meet with PoI-8966.)
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PoI-8966: Morning, sir.
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(PoI-8966 approaches Shepard. He frowns, before closer examining PoI-8966 and gaining an expression of proper shock.)
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Shepard: Paul? It—It's you? I thought you died.
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PoI-8966: No. No I didn't. Not this time, anyways.
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(He reaches into his pocket.)
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PoI-8966: Why did you do this? I need to know.
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Shepard: Well— Well, this is a great opportunity. You know you're my hero, right? Paul, I've been nothing but living in your shadow this whole time. You died the first time, and— And John, Ringo, they tried to ruin what we had going. I was going to keep doing music with them. We could've kept going, but right as the ball dropped, I got angry. I was in despair, Paul. So, I sent everything back again. I don't know what happened to me, but I wanted to do it again.
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(Shepard pants, out of breath.)
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Shepard: These were the best years of my life, Paul. I love you— Well, being you. I appreciate you paving the way each time. I— I think it could be the sixties forever, Paul. Wouldn't that be great? You can live whatever hermit life you want, and I can—
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PoI-8966: Do you think I want that?
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(His eyes fill with terror, as he looks at PoI-8966.)
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Shepard: Paul. I don't want to lose this. Please. This was the best thing to ever happen to me. Don't take this away from me. I was happy, you were happy— Everyone! Everyone was happy, Paul, don't ruin—
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(PoI-8966 gets close to Shepard, stabbing him repeatedly in the chest. The camera is covered by a dark red color, but the sound of birds gets louder as PoI-8966 begins panting.)
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PoI-8966: I did it. Lord forgive me, I did it.
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(PoI-8966 begins sobbing.)
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PoI-8966: He's gone. I— I did it.
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(PoI-8966 continues to weep.)
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[END LOG]
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Following the discovery of Incident Log 8966/2, Researcher McCartney has been formally found to be in no violation of unauthorized equipment use.
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Access Level 6/8966 files.
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| ONE DOCUMENT FOUND.
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MEMO: Promotion of Researcher Sir James Paul McCartney.
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Following the resignation of O5-10, we have been searching for a suitable replacement to fill the rather large shoes he has left in his future service of the Council. He had left a formal request for his successor to be the man that he once was. What this meant to him was unknown, until, of course, we found Paul.
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Sir James Paul McCartney has worked with the Temporal Anomalies Department for nigh three years now, helping to understand not just SCP-8966, but countless other temporal anomalies. He also possesses the extraordinary ability to remain largely unaffected mentally by Reality Restructuring events, which will prove rather useful on our Council.
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That is not to mention his ability to act on what he is given with his incredible intelligence, successfully finding and completing a vital closed loop to ensure reality remains intact in his work on SCP-8966.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-948 is contained within Area-IE05. No extra precautions are required for the area beyond standard secrecy and amnestic procedures for a Foundation teaching and research centre within a civilian campus.
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SCP-948 is to be regularly medically examined, with bloodwork taken at least once a month. Where possible, these examinations should occur within Area-IE05, with a focus on allowing SCP-948 freedom to continue speaking.
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All Area-IE05 staff and students are permitted to enter and exit the Pythagoras Theatre freely with use of a timesheet to be posted outside the theatre daily. Supervisors are to be assigned on rotation to ensure SCP-948 is monitored at all times, and that no individuals spend excessive amounts of time with the object.
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SCP-948 should be provided with chalk, markers and other materials as appropriate. This is also the responsibility of the supervisors, with reimbursement of up to €200 per annum allowable from the site's petty cash fund.
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Description: SCP-948 is Seamus Ó Tuathail, a former surgeon in the Mater Hospital, Dublin. SCP-948 has been continuously lecturing on a variety of medical subjects in the Pythagoras Theatre, Trinity College Dublin, since July 4th, 1984. SCP-948 shows an anomalous healing effect, with physically injured subjects introduced to its lecture theatre healing if it discusses relevant medical procedures. This healing effect does not seem to be any more effective than traditional medicine, but can offer improvement when used in conjunction1. SCP-948 does not display any healing effect with injuries or illnesses it is not familiar with. Beginning 01/01/2015, a reading list of textbooks and medical papers has been provided to SCP-948 to keep it up to date with modern medicine, which has shown a marked increase in its healing ability2.
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SCP-948 also displays a minor secondary calming effect - many people entering the theatre while it is lecturing report feeling refreshed and safe regardless of their previous condition. Prolonged exposure to this effect can lead to short-term dizziness and trouble with fine motor skills. These effects generally only manifest after 12-15 hours of continuous exposure to the object, and thus are considered negligible.
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SCP-948 shows physical signs of extreme emaciation and sleep deprivation, but does not seem to need food, drink or sleep, and commonly refuses them when offered, preferring not to interrupt his lectures3. SCP-948 becomes extremely aggravated when removed from the lecture theatre or otherwise prevented from lecturing, often requiring restraint. SCP-948 has proven amicable in all other aspects of interaction, allowing medical procedures to go ahead without argument so long as they do not impede his lecturing.
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Discovery: SCP-948 was brought to the Foundation's attention on the third day of his lecture, what was then believed to be a marathon world record attempt. The building was cleared, and news disseminated that the anomaly had collapsed from exhaustion during the fifth day of lecturing. As two Foundation teaching centres were already located within the college at the time, negotiation of a change of department was relatively smooth, and the now-permanent Area-IE5 was established around the object.
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Addendum, 05/07/2013: Dr. Eleanor Bridge, a researcher recently employed at Area-IE5, has shown to be resistant to SCP-948's calming effect. Dr. Bridge has been assigned as a specialist supervisor tasked with befriending SCP-948 for the purposes of the cooperation and general QoL of the object.
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Selected Conversation Transcripts:
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LOG, 05/01/2015, 20:59 - 21:06
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SCP-948: I don't really have time for interruptions, Eleanor. We need to get through this topic within this lecture.
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Dr. Bridge: I just wanted to give you these books before I headed out. They're letting you have them now. Basic medicine stuff, but maybe some things you mightn't be up to date with? I can get you anything you'd like, within reason.
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SCP-948: I appreciate the thought, of course, Eleanor, but I do wish you'd wait until I finish my lectures to bring them to me.
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Dr. Bridge: I never seem to catch the ends, Seamus. I'm terrible, aren't I, always trying to slip out early? I must be your worst student!
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SCP-948: Eleanor! You mustn't joke about yourself like that. You're a wonderful student!
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SCP-948 mock-whispers.
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SCP-948: You're rather one of my favourites.
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Dr. Bridge: Uh, thank you. That's… that's actually really nice to know.
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LOG, 03/04/2015, 07:13 - 07:
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SCP-948: Eleanor, late as always!
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Dr. Bridge: You know me, Seamus. Always sleeping in. Did I miss anything important?
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SCP-948: Oh, this and that. Listen, I was reading your textbook the other day! It's wonderful how medicine has progressed! I rejected much of it at first, but I realise now I am simply behind the times - it's been quite some time since I've educated myself on modern science, it seems.
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Dr. Bridge: It's great that you're so open to it.
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SCP-948: I used to be very close-minded, you know, but a life in medicine teaches you to always be open to new ideas. I had a colleague - have I ever told you about Cillian?
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Dr. Bridge: You haven't.
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SCP-948: Wonderful surgeon. Wonderful man. He was always so open to things! New ideas, experiences. Taught me a lot. Eleanor, I was thinking, since I seem to be utterly useless as a teacher, why don't I turn this lecture into something more of a debate? I believe we could stand to learn from each other. You and the other students here.
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Dr. Bridge: It's your lecture, Seamus. I'm sure the higher-ups won't mind.
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SCP-948: Right, yes. Your 'higher-ups'. Go on and let them know. Maybe this time they won't drag me away.
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SCP-948 rubs the bandage over his hand.
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Dr. Bridge: You know that was for your own health, Seamus. We only ever-
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SCP-948: Please, please, don't try to persuade me. I know I acted rashly, in the heat of things. Stubborn old man, not at all ready to finish my lecture. Please, just… just don't lump yourself in with them, dear. Go on and grab a seat now.
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Notes: Records show a Cillian McBride who worked with SCP-948 between 1961 and 1980 in the Mater Hospital. His close friendship with SCP-948 was noted by their mentors from early in their residencies and there is evidence that they stayed in contact following McBride's move to America in 1980 to pursue a well-paid position in Johns Hopkins Hospital, Baltimore.
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LOG, 29/5/2015, 16:13 - 16:25
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SCP-948: Oh! Eleanor, leaving so soon?
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Dr. Bridge: You know me, Seamus. Always trying to slip out early. I'm… I'm actually going to be gone for a while, I-
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SCP-948: Before you say that, I'd been meaning to ask you something. Not quite relevant to the lecture, Eleanor, but…
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Dr. Bridge: Yes?
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SCP-948: Well, I was reading DSM-5, and I couldn't find an entry for, uh, for homosexuality. Could it have another name now, perhaps? I saw that 'gender dysphoria' was finally added, which I must say is rather an improvement, at least in my view.
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Dr. Bridge: Um, well, it was considered somewhat backward to consider it a mental illness? There's nothing wrong with being gay or bi or whatever, just cultural bias. Lots of people reckon it should be the same with dysphoria, actually. Um, are you aware of the referendum? The one people have been wearing all those 'Yes' pins for? It's to legalise marriage equality, across all genders. Passed last week.
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SCP-948: Well. Well, I, I think that's a wonderful step forward in thinking! Truly wonderful! My friend, Cillian, he'd have been delighted. He, he was one. A gay man. We'd… he'd have been delighted.
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Dr. Bridge: You don't talk about him much.
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SCP-948: Cillian was an activist when things were, when they were rather dire. When, um… well, it wasn't a good time, and Cillian had the courage to speak up. I never did, always too scared to lose my job, I guess…
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SCP-948 shakes its head.
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SCP-948: I shouldn't be talking about this in the middle of a lecture. Rather unprofessional, my apologies. We'll, um, where were we? Right, okay, counselling the parents of children who have been recently diagnosed with terminal disease. Tough topic…
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Dr. Bridge attempts to say goodbye to SCP-948, but is ignored. After some hesitation, Dr. Bridge leaves the lecture hall without SCP-948 seeming to notice.
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Notes: Follow-up investigation by American branches of the Foundation show that McBride was fired from his job in John Hopkins Hospital following a diagnosis of HIV/AIDS in December 1982. McBride died of pneumonia in June 1984, leaving a large part of his estate to SCP-948. Based on average delivery speeds between Baltimore and Dublin at the time, it is estimated SCP-948 would have received news of McBride's death and its inheritance between the 21st and 28th of June, one to two weeks before beginning his lecture.
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LOG, 9/12/2017, 21:03 - 21:55
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Dr. Bridge: Dr. Ó Tuathail, could I interrupt for a bit?
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SCP-948: Seamus, dear. Call me Seamus.
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Dr. Bridge: I - Seamus - Could I ask you about something personal?
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SCP-948: Some medical ailment, Eleanor? You're usually rather healthy, at least to my knowledge.
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Dr. Bridge: It's sort of a health thing, I guess. I wouldn't ask like this normally, but I'm just, I'm fed up of dealing with it myself.
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SCP-948: Feel free to share. I'm not under oath, but I promise not to pass it on. Not a soul will hear what you say here, I swear it!
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Dr. Bridge: You do know we're recorded here, right?
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SCP-948: Ah, well, I'd forgotten, but yes. Does rather take the wind out of my sails. Regardless, Eleanor, I'd be happy to help you out with whatever your issue is.
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Dr. Bridge: Do you know why I was assigned to you, Seamus?
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SCP-948: I'd assumed it was due to how well we got on.
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Dr. Bridge: Originally, though. Before we officially met, when I'd only observed your lectures.
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SCP-948: Well, no, I wasn't aware you were assigned to me in any sense that early on.
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Dr. Bridge: It's because I don't experience… Well, uh, my file says I'm "resistant to SCP-948's calming effect", but what it really means is I don't get all happy and dopey when I walk in here. Because I don't…
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Dr. Bridge pauses for a second before continuing, rubbing her wrists.
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Dr. Bridge: I'm not happy, Seamus. I don't know if I'm able to be happy.
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SCP-948: Eleanor, that's… that's terrible. I'm glad you're talking to me, though, before you go off and… Well, before you go making rash decisions.
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Dr. Bridge: I, um, I already have. I tried to kill myself last year. That's why I haven't been around for a while. I don't think you noticed.
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SCP-948: Eleanor, my god. I really don't know what to say.
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Dr. Bridge: That's, uh, yeah. I wouldn't either, honestly. I just…
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SCP-948: Please, Eleanor, what can I do for you?
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Dr. Bridge: Can you fix me?
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SCP-948 does not reply for some time. It removes its glasses and wipes them, slowly, then places them back on its face.
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SCP-948: Eleanor, what you're asking… You don't "fix" people, not in that way.
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Dr. Bridge: You've fixed others, though. I've seen it. Just by talking, lecturing. Bones healed, skin patched, giant scars just… gone. You cured a kid of cancer after a day of reading up on it! So you can fix me, right? You have to be able to.
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SCP-948 appears extremely uncomfortable.
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SCP-948: Eleanor… What you are describing is impossible. That's not how medicine works.
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Dr. Bridge: But I've seen you do it! Not read about it, not seen it on a camera, but actually watched as you cured people without even touching them! Look, I've got a book on depression and brain chemistry shit in my bag, can you just-
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SCP-948: No! These things you claim…. either you are lying, or they're some, some perversion of your sick mind. Don't push your madness on me, ask me to play along.
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Dr. Bridge begins to cry.
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SCP-948: I am a man of medicine, Eleanor, of science! Never in my life has someone come to me with such, such astounding lies. I thought better of you.
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Dr. Bridge: You can't even imagine I'm telling the truth? That there are w-wonders of science you haven't ever dreamed of? You've been lecturing for thirty-two years, Seamus! Non-stop! Y-you never stopped to wonder how you managed that?
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SCP-948: Don't be absurd, I can't stop! Just pack up and waltz out into, into a world I don't recognise. A world without… Look, I'm here now and I'm teaching and that's all that matters. All that matters. You don't know what it means to try to live in a world that doesn't accept you, a world where you're a, a damn criminal for who you are, a world without, without…
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SCP-948 sits down beside Dr. Bridge.
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SCP-948: Without him.
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There is a long silence. After approximately four minutes, SCP-948 opens its mouth to speak, then closes it without saying anything. Conversation resumes after nine minutes of silence.
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SCP-948: I've been monstrous just now, Eleanor. I didn't think I had it in me to lash out like that. I hope you can accept that I am truly sorry to have spoken to you that way. In truth, I've suspected myself for… well, I suppose for a number of decades. What you've been through… I've been through it myself, in my own way. Denying reality, trying to find a way out.
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SCP-948 puts its hand over Eleanor's.
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SCP-948: Eleanor… What you're asking of me, it won't work. You don't fix anger and heartbreak like you fix muscle and sinew. What you need is a therapist, someone more up to date than this old corpse.
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Dr. Bridge: I h-have a therapist now, actually. Had t-to so I could be c-cleared to work. Adileh. Sh-she's lovely, but it's all just so fucking f-f-frustrating, you know? Every two steps forward…
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SCP-948: One step back?
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Dr. Bridge sniffs and wipes her nose on her sleeve.
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Dr. Bridge: Yeah.
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SCP-948: I've never understood that expression, to be quite frank. Ultimately, aren't you one more step forward each time?
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Dr. Bridge does not reply.
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SCP-948: I can't magic away your pain, Eleanor. But I can talk. I'll always be here to.
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SCP-948 chuckles.
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SCP-948: Can't bloody escape, really. I'm a hell of a workaholic.
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Dr. Bridge laughs weakly between sobs.
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Dr. Bridge: I'm t-terrible, aren't I? A-always trying to slip out early?
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SCP-948: Now now, Eleanor. You mustn't joke about that. You're one of my favourites.
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