Special Containment Procedures: SCP-013 are to be kept in a Secure Storage Vault at Site-66. Exposed subjects are to be monitored for differences between their symptoms. Exposed subjects are to be interviewed daily, and any changes in perception are to be logged.
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Description: SCP-013 is the collective designation of 242 cigarettes which display similar anomalies. The most common external detail between instances is the presence of the words “Blue Lady” hand-written on each cigarette in blue ink.
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Subjects who consume the contents of SCP-013 through inhalation will begin to perceive themselves as a specific unidentified woman. Subjects have described the woman to be aged between 25 and 35 years old, standing approximately 1.6 metres tall with an estimated weight of between 50 and 55 kg. Additional recurring details include cropped dark hair, blue eyes, and bright blue lipstick.
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Immediately after consuming an instance of SCP-013, subjects will gradually begin to perceive reflections of themselves as having the features of the woman, and will gradually perceive their bodies changing to reflect her appearance over the course of the following weeks. All changes are entirely mental; the subject’s body does not change outwardly, only their perception of themselves. These alterations are permanent, and cannot be reversed.
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SCP-013 was discovered after the suicide of an Irvine Rivers, packed in a large cardboard crate in his apartment. A cursory search of the apartment uncovered several hundred sketches of a figure strongly resembling the one perceived while under 013's effect. Miles' body had been found sitting at a desk, dead of a massive overdose and draped over a handwritten note, transcribed below.
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During the investigation of Miles' apartment, one civilian investigator became affected by 013's effect. An embedded Agent soon contacted the nearest Site; the subject, the artifact, and related evidence were extracted and contained.
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Currently, two hundred seventeen instances of SCP-013 cigarettes are contained at Bio-Site 66; twenty-five SCP-013 cigarettes are contained at Research Sector-09, pending future research into similar anomalous effects.
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Addendum: Below is the note which was acquired along with SCP-013.
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I see her everywhere. That sad blue lady.
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I feel like I used toshould know her but I can’t remember. I love her but I don’t know why. She’s so beautiful and sweet and clear but I don’t know any more.
Special Containment Procedures: Although it is not possible to remove SCP-052 from the New York City subway system, its predictable behavior allows the Foundation to prevent the public from encountering it. The 59th St. A/B/C/D Station is to be closed to the public from 11pm-1am on Saturdays/Sundays under the pretext of “track maintenance.” During that time, the station is to be staffed with agents from Mobile Task Force Gamma-6. Agents have been ordered to prevent accidental public access to the station, and to capture anyone seen leaving SCP-052. Anyone who has been on SCP-052 must be transported to Site-21 for debriefing and processing. Members of the public who see SCP-052 may be released after the administration of a Class B amnestic.
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Description: SCP-052 is a type R4 New York City subway train. Official records indicate this train was built in 1932 and decommissioned for scrap in 1975. Nevertheless, it continues to appear on the Uptown A/D track at the 59th St. and 8th Avenue station at 11:57 p.m. every Saturday. The train is in perfect condition and labeled as an “A” train. SCP-052 appears at the designated time, opens its doors to accept/discharge passengers for approximately five minutes, then closes its doors and disappears. It does not appear to ever contain passengers, except for those leaving the train during its appearance.
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The majority of subjects that have boarded SCP-052 have not been recovered. Passengers leaving SCP-052 claim to have boarded on various dates, from 1976, up to 2204; the latter claims he thought SCP-052 was a 300th Anniversary Special train. Subjects retain no knowledge of time on board.
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Addendum: Passengers leaving SCP-052 must be brought to Site-21 and interrogated to determine their origin and possible threat to the current timestream. Generally, passengers from the past may be given Class A amnestics and reintegrated into society. Passengers from the future must be held indefinitely (see order 69-A1 from O5-9). Site-21 currently holds 26 recovered passengers.
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Despite our protocols to prevent public access, we are still receiving subjects from the future. Although some are from alternate timelines, it is possible SCP-052 will begin to appear at another time/place, requiring expanded containment.
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The Foundation has placed several subjects onto the train, in an attempt to understand its activities when not visible.
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Test 052-1: May 31, 2009. Agent ████ placed on train. Not recovered as of present date.
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Test 052-2: June 6, 2009. Agent ████████ enters train. Not recovered, as he apparently returned to 1980 and was killed in a confrontation with [REDACTED].
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Test 052-3: See notes on recovered passenger 052-4.
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After Test 052-3, O5 Command issued orders that no further agents should be risked as passengers on SCP-052. Consideration has been given to using Class D Personnel in their place, but the risk of releasing them into the past is too great.
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Log of Recovered Passengers in Foundation Custody
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Passenger 052-1: Entered train July 14, 2012; recovered: March 8, 2008.
+Notes: An accountant on the way home from the theatre when she entered the train, 052-1 has expressed surprise and dismay to have traveled back in time four years, but appears to be otherwise unchanged and unharmed. She has been determined to currently exist in this timeline and must be held indefinitely to prevent unwanted temporal effects.
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Passenger 052-2: Entered train June 12, 1976; recovered: March 15, 2008.
+Notes: Subject entered train when lost on the way to “Studio 54”. Although unharmed and not a temporal threat, 052-2 is being held as the examining psychiatrist believes 32 years is too long a period over which to facilitate successful reintegration.
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Passenger 052-3: Entered train December 6, 2014; recovered June 20, 2009.
+Notes: A tourist from Jacksonville, Florida; subject 052-3 now speaks Albanian instead of English. Held due to O5 orders re: subjects from the future, as well as possible reintegration difficulties.
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Passenger 052-4: Entered train June 13, 2009; recovered June 27, 2009.
+Notes: Agent ███████ from Test 052-3. Agent returned with his hands surgically removed and a note in his pocket with the message “Send no more.” Subject does not remember his experience on the train, but when subjected to hypnosis, revealed [DATA EXPUNGED].
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Passenger 052-5: Agent ████. Entered train at unknown future date, in violation of protocol. On July 11, 2009, body of subject was violently thrown from the train, landing 10 meters away. On examination, subject was found to have been [DATA EXPUNGED]. Whether security should be increased to prevent subject from entering SCP-052 is under consideration.
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Passenger 052-6: █████ ████████ claims to be a Level 4 Supervisor from the “SCP Federation” who entered the train in December 2124. Subject had been administered a Class A-Prime amnestic prior to boarding, in a successful attempt to avoid the fate of Passengers 052-4 and 052-5. Recovered Feb. 6, 2010. As he will never be released from Foundation custody, O5 Command has approved sharing otherwise classified information about other artifacts in our possession, in hopes of gaining new methods of containment, and becoming aware of future security breaches. Agent ████████ has been cooperative, and claims:
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— That it is good we do not know how to open SCP-699. Subject turned visibly pale and refused to discuss this item further.
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— To be a survivor of the “Great Zombie Plague of 2092” caused by an SCP-008 containment breach.
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— That SCP-███ can be killed by [DATA EXPUNGED] with a [DATA EXPUNGED] and SCP-███. [Permission to try this has been denied by O5-█.]
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-107 poses no immediate threat, so long as it does not come into contact with any liquid. As such, it is stored at Site-19 in a five (5) metre square containment cell, on a one (1) metre high pedestal, inside a clear perspex container. Experimentation with SCP-107 is to be carried out at Research Area-06, a 484 km2 (22 x 22 km) area of desolate land in █████████ dedicated to this purpose. Anyone who attempts to activate SCP-107 outside of an approved experiment must be eliminated with any force necessary.
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Access to and removal of the object requires the authorization of two (2) Level 4 personnel, and the approval by said personnel of a full experimental procedure. Should SCP-107 become active while within Site-19, two Class-D personnel are to remove it from the site via one of the item transport trucks in Loading Bay-02. This procedure must be followed regardless of the substance that activated SCP-107, given the unpredictable nature of the item's effect on plant matter. SCP-107 should only be returned once precipitation has ceased completely and any abnormal plant growth has been neutralized or contained for further study.
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Description: SCP-107 resembles the top section of a hollow turtle shell. The shell is composed of a hardened biological material of unknown origin. Despite its appearance, whether this material is derived from the shell of a standard sea turtle (superfamily Chelonioidea) is, as yet, unknown. The item is completely inert until the inside of the turtle shell comes into contact with a liquid; when it does so, said liquid appears to be absorbed very quickly. Where the liquid drains to is unknown, given the lack of visible pores on the inside of the shell. Once active, the red edge of the shell glows dimly, and the substance placed into the shell begins to precipitate in the atmosphere and fall as 'rain' in the area at least 0.5 m, but less than 10 km, from the object. This phenomenon is mobile: moving SCP-107 will move the area of effect, along with the 'exclusion zone'.
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The duration and intensity appears proportional to the amount of liquid placed in the shell. 10 ml of water resulted in just under half an hour of light drizzle, whereas filling to around the three-quarter mark set off two days of torrential rain. Precipitation generated by SCP-107 has varying effects on plant matter, although these effects are only seen in plants grown within the effect zone – watering other plants with collected liquid causes no abnormal reaction (see experimental log, Addendum 107-2).
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Addendum 107-1: SCP-107 was discovered by an archaeologist, Prof. M███████ ████████████, in what is now Ethiopia, buried alongside what appeared to be a tribal shaman. Carbon dating performed on the shaman's bones gave an age of around 18000 BCE. SCP-107 proved resistant to all attempts to obtain a sample, and therefore no concrete origin date can be determined. The Foundation became involved after intercepting reports of strange weather events at the dig, accompanied by unusual plant growth.
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Addendum 107-2: Below is a log of all tests carried out with SCP-107. Agents with ideas for sensible future testing protocols should contact me. Feel free to test reasonably safe liquids with SCP-107, and log your findings here (please note that you will be responsible for anything that results from the test). We need all the data we can get on this oddity. More tests with liquid-based SCPs may have research value, but most are simply too dangerous to carry out, at least with current containment procedures. Tests involving SCP-107 and SCP-009, SCP-447-2, and SCP-874 have been proposed, but were rejected on the grounds that the results have the potential to be dangerous and/or highly unstable. — Dr. Quentin I███████
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Input: 10 ml standard tap water
+Result: Light rain fell over the test site for 27 minutes. Tests on the water showed that it had no unusual properties. For at least two weeks after the test, grass at the test site was seen to grow at a much increased rate, and the resulting plants were a richer green in colour than those unaffected by the rain.
+Further procedure: A sample of the rain was collected, and used to water various other plants outside of the test site.
+Result: No effect was observed.
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Input: 55 ml standard tap water
+Result: Torrential rainfall over test site for two days, and an effect on the grass similar to that of the first test. Fruit-bearing plants grown in the soil at the test site grew very quickly, and bore much larger fruit than control plants. Effect had diminished considerably after three months.
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Input: 4 cm3 block of wood
+Result: No effect observed.
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Input: 20 steel ball bearings of radius 2 mm
+Result: No effect observed.
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Input: 10 ml human urine
+Result: Urine rained on the test site for 27 minutes with moderate intensity. Grass at the test site began to die, any other plant species moved to the test site began to grow stunted passive 'pitcher' insect traps incapable of actually digesting insect matter.
+Subsequent Input: 20 ml human urine
+Result: Urine rained on the test site for 3 hours 42 minutes with slightly greater intensity. Non-grass plants grew larger, stronger pitcher traps capable of digesting small rodents.
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Input: 10 ml human blood, extracted from a Class-D test subject
+Result: A substance proven afterwards to be human blood with the same genetic makeup as the donating subject fell on the test site for 27 minutes. Grass at the test site appeared to die on contact with the blood, and began rotting within minutes. Any non-grass plants planted in the resulting soil began to mutate and grow large (>20 cm across) carnivorous organs similar to those of the 'Venus Flytrap' (Dionaea muscipula). When approached by Class-D personnel, the plants were seen to [DATA EXPUNGED]. These organisms began to grow back after two weeks. Further testing with bodily fluids considered unwise.
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Input: 10 ml water with 5 g steel ball bearings
+Result: Water was absorbed by SCP-107 and the standard reaction was observed in plant matter. Ball bearings remained in the shell, evidently having no impact on the test.
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Input: 10 ml liquid cyanoacrylate adhesive
+Result: All liquid was absorbed by SCP-107, and partially-cured cyanoacrylate fell on the test site for 18 minutes. It is likely that the reduced duration of effect was due to curing of the adhesive whilst 'inside' SCP-107. Plant matter grew sticky coating later identified as a cyanoacrylate derivative. Coating was very effective at trapping insects and preventing them from damaging plants.
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Input: 10 ml fresh orange juice
+Result: Standard precipitation pattern (27 minutes of drizzle). Fruit bearing plants moved to the testing site began to grow an unknown citrus fruit, irrespective of plant species and despite the cold conditions. No ill effects observed from consumption of the fruit; samples have been taken for further testing.
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Input: 2 ml human saliva provided by a Class-D test subject
+Result: Substance later proven to be human saliva fell on the test site for 8 minutes. Non-grass plants moved to the test site grew small (2-5cm) spherical sacs along stems or thin branches. When the plant was approached by the test subject, the sacs violently expelled a saliva-like liquid toward the subject. Subject reported no illness or injury. Augmented plants began to die within 3 days.
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Input: 10 ml 99.999% isotopically pure heavy water (D2O)
+Result: Standard precipitation pattern (27 minutes of drizzle). Mass spectrometry of samples revealed a deuterium abundance of ~154 ppm, which is standard for natural water.
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Input: 5 ml elemental mercury
+Result: Sample began to be absorbed, but was then re-exuded.
Two (2) SCP-111 specimens, an 'Oozedrake' (left) and 'Slimybelly' (right), in containment chamber.
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Item #: SCP-111
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Object Class: Safe
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Special Containment Procedures: All specimens of SCP-111 in captivity are housed at Site-19, ██████████ Wing, in a 5m x 5m x 5m plexiglass enclosure containing a temperate forest habitat transplanted from its natural surroundings. Habitat temperature will be maintained at 30° C. Feeding is to take place weekly by personnel placing three (3) kg of iceberg lettuce (Lactuca sativa) into the containment chamber. Water is to be supplied by an automatic misting system which regulates humidity levels at 50%, both for water required by SCP-111 and to prevent fires. In event of SCP-111 specimens breeding, personnel are to collect all eggs and transport them to the Biological Studies Wing for freezing.
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Description: SCP-111 is an apparently artificial species of invertebrate vaguely resembling snails. Adult specimens of SCP-111 are approximately twenty (20) centimeters in length, twelve (12) centimeters in width, and fifteen (15) centimeters in height, although exact size differs slightly between specimens. SCP-111 specimens differ from ordinary snails in that they have a warm-blooded metabolism, complex eyes, small "horns" consisting of cartilage-ridged tentacles, apparently increased intelligence (personnel are requested to read Test Log ██████ for examples), and a complex vertebrate-type jaw structure; as well, specimens lay eggs possessing hardened shells.
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Most abnormally, SCP-111 specimens possess small hollow sacs below their lower jaws containing methane from digestive by-products. A series of [DATA EXPUNGED] along the inside of the trachea serves as a "lighter" igniting stored methane as the specimen exhales, blowing a small jet of flame from its mouth. Said "fire-breathing" generally occurs in event of stress or anger, although is not apparently used deliberately for destruction but rather as a warning. This is presumably due to the limited size of methane sacs, which limits SCP-111 specimens in the amount of fire they can exhale at a time, and requiring both time and starch-rich food to refuel.
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SCP-111's behavior is inconsistent with that of ordinary snail species, including whistling and hooting vocalizations easily audible to humans, high intellect seen in such tests as [DATA EXPUNGED], and parents caring for their young. Hatchlings have been observed imprinting on their parents, other members of their own species, or researchers. This is presumed to be a deliberate trait based on Document 111-a, as it means that hatchlings imprint upon owners.
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History: On ██/██/████ a package containing twelve (12) SCP-111 eggs and Document 111-a was mailed to [DATA EXPUNGED], a Foundation front organization. Mobile Task Force Alpha-4 have proven unable to locate the sender of said package.
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Document 111-a:
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New from Dr. Wondertainment, DRAGON-SNAILS™!
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The perfect pets for the fantasy-loving child.
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Care & Hatching instructions:
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1. Having read this document, take the eggs out of the box. Be careful, Dragon-Snail™ eggs are fragile!
+2. Put the eggs in a warm, safe place, and wait 7 to 10 days.
+3. Hold your newly-hatched Dragon-Snails™ so they get a good look at you and think you're their mommy.
+4. Enjoy your new pet Dragon-Snails™!
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To feed your Dragon-Snails™, give your new little friends some raw veggies: lettuce, brussels sprouts, beans, any sort of salad stuff you don't want! Remember to give them water - a small glass each, once a day.
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For your enjoyment, Dragon-Snails™ come in six types! Breed them for unique pets!
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Types:
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1. Slimybellies®: Adorable and oozy little fellows, with awesome fire-engine red colored skin, little black horns and belly, and a speckled tan shell! Beautiful robin's-egg-blue eggs!
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2. Oozedrakes®: Inquisitive little creatures, with neat banana-colored skin, curly horns and striped shells! Pale tan eggs, like a chicken!
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3. Goowyverns®: Dark blue-grey skin, flattened shells, and a bumpy-horned head make Goowyverns® look like tiny sea monsters! Eggs are a fantastic glassy-green color!
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4. Blobworms®: Green-and-gold stripes, pointy shells, and a single horn, not to mention fuzzy tails, make Blobworms® wonderful pets! Eggs are tan, with a silver tint!
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5. Glowdrakes®: New from Doctor Wondertainment, these little fellows may look like blue-black Slimybellies®… until they light up! That's right, Glowdrakes® glow in the dark! Eggs are a golden color with little red dots!
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6. Gunkwyverns®: Chubby, green-skinned, and dome-shelled, Gunkwyverns® make great pets! Eggs are transparent, so you can see the baby Dragon-Snail® inside!
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Parental Notice: As Dr. Wondertainment's Dragon-Snails™ breathe fire, they have been known to cause house fires. For maximum playtime fun and safety, it is recommended that fire extinguishers be kept handy. Despite this, Dr. Wondertainment is not legally, morally, or financially responsible for any injuries, death, or property damage resulting from the unsafe use of Dragon-Snails™ or any other Dr. Wondertainment products.
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By reading this document and incubating your Dragon-Snail™ eggs, you agree to all said terms and forfeit your rights to lawsuits, organized boycotts, protests, honor duels, etc.
SCP-1151-1 in final stages of compromisation. Subject had self-decapitated before photograph was taken.
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Item #: SCP-1151
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Object Class: Safe
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1151 is currently contained in Storage Unit ██, located in Site ██. SCP-1151 is to be kept in a 10cm x 10cm sealed container and kept under guard by one (1) security officer at all times. Any personnel handling SCP-1151 in any way must wear protective gloves while doing so.
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Only one (1) specimen of SCP-1151-1 may be kept in containment at any time. Subjects in the final stages of SCP-1151 compromisation are to be fed via IV tube as dictated in Nutritional Chart 1151-1.
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If any personnel become compromised by SCP-1151 outside of authorised testing, the affected hand is to be immediately washed and decontaminated. Any testing involving SCP-1151 must be authorised by at least two (2) members of Level Three personnel.
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Description: SCP-1151 is a black marker pen of the █████ brand. SCP-1151's anomalous properties first become apparent when it is used to draw the image of a 'smiley face' onto the palm of a human subject, who will hereafter be referred to simply as SCP-1151-1. The initial effects of SCP-1151 take roughly a week to initially manifest, and this time period has been known to vary depending on the age and the physical condition of SCP-1151-1. During this period before initial manifestation, washing off or otherwise removing the 'smiley face' will negate SCP-1151's effects.
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Subjects experiencing the effects of SCP-1151 will noticeably raise their affected hand during their daily routines. Initially, they will only do this when conversing with others, but as SCP-1151 compromisation progresses, they will raise their affected hand higher than the rest of their body constantly. Later symptoms of these initial stages include unfocused pupils, loose hanging of the head and slight slurring of speech.
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The initial period of compromisation only lasts at most three (3) days; after this point SCP-1151's further mental effects will become apparent. SCP-1151-1 will begin to believe that the face drawn on their palm is their actual face and will behave as such. Interestingly, tests have indicated that SCP-1151-1 does have a limited awareness of what the face drawn on their palm is looking at. After a period ranging from two (2) to six (6) days has passed, the final stage of SCP-1151 compromisation will begin.
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SCP-1151-1 will begin to believe that their head is a dangerous growth on their body, commonly referring to it as a 'tumor' or a 'cancer', and will attempt to remove it using whatever tools are available to them. If they cannot find a method of efficiently decapitating themselves, they will attempt to use cruder methods such as repeatedly slamming their head upon walls or floors. Seventy-five (75) percent of affected individuals have been known to survive their self-decapitation, despite the resultant lack of a brain and the mental and physical functions associated with it.
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After self-decapitation, a surviving SCP-1151-1 will wander aimlessly, showing a general awareness of their surroundings by moving around obstructions. Surviving instances of SCP-1151-1 do not appear to be concerned regarding the massive amount of blood loss relating to their self-decapitation, and will survive for a time period ranging from one (1) to six (6) hours.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1162's exterior has been painted to camouflage with its surroundings in an effort to deter future detection. Due to its remote location and relative harmlessness, as well as the inherent ease in misinformation, containment efforts required are minimal.
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Description: SCP-1162 is a three-bedroom, two-bath suburban house located in Vastitas Borealis, the largest lowland region of Mars. It does not have a visible lawn, surrounding street, or other obvious signs of permanence. SCP-1162 resembles a standard suburban American home and is, along with its contents, anomalously resistant to damage, as the inhospitable conditions on Mars' surface would have quickly destroyed a nonanomalous structure of similar make.
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SCP-1162 was first discovered by NASA probe Phoenix, a stationary probe that registered the structure during its descent to the surface. Satellite imagery was acquired, and a Foundation shuttle utilizing experimental propulsion technology adapted from SCP-████, the FS Iskander, was deployed with a five-man crew from Lunar Area-09 to investigate.
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Shuttle Iskander arrived on Mars twelve weeks later. They discovered that the home displayed signs of habitation, being furnished in a typical suburban American style. In addition, they discovered that latent Hume levels in the area were high, generally associated with reality-bending activity.
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The kitchen contained two frozen corpses, an adult man and woman. Both had died from asphyxiation, their corpses freezing postmortem, presumably due to Vastitas Borealis' low temperatures (avg -51°C). Due to the skin cracking and discoloration associated with this, their ethnicity is indeterminate. The table was set with waffles and bacon, both half-eaten and now frozen.
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The rest of the interior is unremarkable, but agents determined that the source of the raised Hume levels was in the second-floor bedroom. The bedroom, decorated for a small child, contains several posters of various celestial bodies and NASA space shuttles.
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A cardboard box in the center of the floor is the epicenter of the raised Hume levels and has been crudely fashioned into a mock space shuttle, colored white and with various portholes and iconography drawn on. The cardboard box contains the corpse of a small male child, curled into the fetal position. It is wearing a toy space helmet, which is frozen onto the corpse. Unlike the corpses downstairs, it expired from prolonged starvation.
Special Containment Procedures: Deceased specimens of SCP-1204 are stored within Site-77. As SCP-1204 does not survive in captivity or any other domestic environment, any instances identified in the wild are to be observed by mobile Foundation research teams and facilitated by Mobile Task Force Pi-1 "City Slickers". Ethics Committee guidelines suggest any SCP-1204 hosts should be euthanized after concluding relevant research.
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Monitoring of municipal government records has been discontinued due to its ineffectiveness in locating SCP-1204 specimens.
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Description: SCP-1204 is a human being which hosts a parasitic semi-corporeal being of unknown composition. CT scans of hosts reveal a tumor-like mass of varying size and location within the brain. Autopsies have shown the parasite to be invisible, detectable only through electrical pulses made upon contact.
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The spread of SCP-1204 occurs through oral contact between two humans. A contracting mass of pharynx tissue will elongate through the mouth of an infested subject and into the uninfected oral cavity. This process requires extended oral contact. What follows has not been studied thoroughly enough to conclusively document, but it is known that both subjects will be SCP-1204 carriers following contact.
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All known specimens of SCP-1204 have been transient or homeless persons, believed to have been suffering from various debilitating conditions prior to SCP-1204 infection. It is not known if this made them predisposed to infection or if it is more reflective of the general health of this population.
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The behavior and personality of SCP-1204 changes markedly after infection. They will become increasingly hypersocial, devoting significant amounts of time seeking out physical contact. SCP-1204 will experience "strong feelings of loneliness" as well as extreme idolization of one potential romantic partner. Sexual interaction occurs only incidentally.
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Physical symptoms of subjects with long-term SCP-1204 include persistent internal bleeding, memory alterations, and small but inevitable fatal tears near the rear of the nasal cavity and ventral portions of the brain. This suggests a tow on brain tissue during migration. Reasons behind the lethality of SCP-1204 are not yet known. Physical degradation does not correspond with the parasite's physical bodily interactions. Postmortem examinations reveal the absence of a hippocampus. Some evidence exists to show that SCP-1204 subjects may recall experiences and muscle memories of previous hosts, but this has not been confirmed.
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Once nearing expiration, SCP-1204 will cease seeking out further hosts for infection and will attempt to locate an uninhabited structure or region. Once alone SCP-1204 will typically find a small space to expire inside of, such as caves or crawl spaces. SCP-1204's remains rapidly decompose until skeletal. Scavengers will not feed on SCP-1204's remains.1
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SCP-1204 was discovered after an unusual string of 'murder' and 'suicide' reports were uncovered by Foundation search algorithms reviewing local papers from portions of the lower southeastern United States, ranging from Palm Harbor, Florida to Clarksville, Tennessee. This linked string of incidents seems to have coincided over the course of 10 years and involved more than ███ individuals before SCP-1204 was detected by the Foundation and recovered. The origin of SCP-1204 has yet to be discovered due to a lack of public records regarding its victims.
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Addendum: Journal entry of SCP-1204-45, the only known first-person primary source detailing SCP-1204's effect on mental faculties. It is cataloged within Site-77's records as Document 1204-12. Original document was written on a variety of surfaces, including toilet tissue, strips of cardboard and bible pages.
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Good signs today on St. George. "Spaceship broken, need parts" was my favorite. But that was before I saw you when a sign came down and there was that face stubbled and dirty but handsome and stoic. Strong. Generous, gave out coffin nails like candy.
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I’ll just preface this by saying that I always felt like I could never be too close to you. I’ve felt that way for a while. I hope you’re at peace wherever you are now. It feels like you're so far away now… I don't know how I'm going to get through this…
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+[IRRELEVANT MATERIAL REDACTED]
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+Please don’t get angry at me for my friends. You say they're greedy but I might need a smellfungus tonight. It just hurts, it hurts so bad… I need someone to help ease the pain.
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+Why did you have to die?
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I just feel like when we're hugging and stuff that I want to be closer, you know? Like I can't be any more close to you than possible. It's like, I don't know! Sorry I'm such a klazomaniac. It's such a weird feeling, like when we're lying down together like I just want to, I don't know, like, be you for just a second?
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+Haha, hope that doesn't sound to creepy. ILY! Can't wait to smell you again.
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I jumped the first guy I saw at the camp. No kissing or anything. I'm really a piece of work aren't I Grace? Paul would hate me if he knew what I was doing. I'm just so fucking lonely. Maybe I'm trying to shake off Paul. I don't fucking know anymore. If I don't already have Cupid's itch I'm probably gonna get it soon.
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+Come by my place later so we can talk, okay?
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+How sweet are the sounds of lips pressed togeher bumping gums and grinders[sic]2
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fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you let me the fuck out you stupid pigs you want to keep the lips for yourself you stupid you jealous scunner thats why you have me locked in here because you.want.HIM.all.to.yourself. this is all part of your stupid plan dumb hole i didnt even care ill put you in a bone orchard convict me you just put me in here so you could have them throw my guts out. let me inside. i wants you. i don't want me i.dont.want.me, it says i can be with you. if i can get to you. we can both be with you. when i get to you
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SCP-1204-45 was not recovered for interview. Their journal entries were found by MTF-Pi-1 in an abandoned house during reconnaissance operations. DNA was lifted from the documents, although they have not been matched to any SCP-1204 remains to date.
Special Containment Procedures: A perimeter of 50 meters is to be maintained around SCP-1211 at all times. Any civilians approaching this perimeter are to be redirected away from the site with fabricated reports of danger in and around the structure. No male personnel over the age of 35 are to be allowed to enter the premises under any circumstances.
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Description: SCP-1211 is the dilapidated ruin of a castle, 10 kilometers outside the city of ██████, Ireland. Only the first floor and basement of the structure remain in functional condition, the upper three floors having eroded and collapsed at indeterminate points in the castle's past. Initially, it was thought that any person entering SCP-1211 would be subject to its effect, though testing has proven that only males age 35 and older are affected. The reason for this is thought to be related to the terms of eligibility for kingship in Ireland at the time of the castle's construction.
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Within minutes of entering SCP-1211, any male at least 35 years old (See the Testing Log for correlation between the effect of SCP-1211 and Irish descent) will be immediately convinced that he is the rightful heir to an imagined throne, owner of the castle, and "lord of all lands as far as the eye can see,"1 refusing to leave the premises, even under threat of lethal force. The cause of these delusions is unclear, though the effect appears to be much more pronounced in individuals of Irish descent. Subjects of exclusively Irish lineage may even attempt to subjugate any personnel in their vicinity; these attempts have occasionally resulted in fatalities and should be treated as serious assaults on Foundation staff.
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If left on-site for extended periods, affected subjects will begin to live more and more in a fantasy where they are a king during a time of war, pacing the interior hallways of SCP-1211 and whispering to themselves in the Irish language, even in cases where the subject had no knowledge of Irish before coming into contact with SCP-1211. Translations of such speech have proven it to be mostly threats of violence against imagined “rival clans” and imagined scenarios of what the subject would do should any man challenge his right to be king.
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If left on-site for long enough, subjects will begin to age rapidly. After three weeks of exposure to the castle's effect, a man of 35 years will have visibly aged to approximately 80 years. Physical deterioration is difficult to measure after this point, as it continues to accelerate at a different rate for each subject. After one month, some subjects are observed to experience rotting of the skin, muscle tissue, and general deterioration of the skeletal structure; others can take multiple months to reach this point. At no time has any subject expressed need of food, water, or sleep during this process, and no subject has ever died of old age while affected by SCP-1211.
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A subject that has deteriorated to such an extent that he can no longer pace the halls of SCP-1211 will invariably make for its basement and collapse there, still alive, at which point the walls will begin to build themselves around the subject. Any murmuring observed after this point will consist only of the Irish word for "happy" again and again. All subjects cease to vocalize at all soon after this event.
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Addendum 1211-001: Dr. Davidson's research team has noted a 10% increase in surface area in the remaining portion of the second floor. Weekly measurements are to be taken as testing continues on SCP-1211 and any further changes are to be reported immediately.
Subject: D-1355, 36 years of age, native to █████, Ireland
+Procedure: Subject is equipped with a handheld transceiver and camera with a live feed to the research team's base of
+operations. Subject is instructed to enter and explore the ruins.
+Audiovisual Log:
+*View is of a long, dark hallway. Few details are discernible.*
+D-1355: Fuck, it's creepy in here.
+Dr. Davidson: We're not getting as much as we should be on the video feed. Try to focus the lens.
+*Subject can be heard fiddling with buttons on the camera.*
+D-1355: Is that better?
+Dr. Davidson: We're making a note of the unusual darkness. Continue on.
+*A large hall becomes visible. Much of the ceiling is missing, yet the video feed remains too dark to discern much detail.*
+Dr. Davidson: D-1355, what do you see? We're still not getting much on the feed.
+D-1355: It's so beautiful… or it used to be, at least…
+Dr. Davidson: What is it? Report what you see immediately.
+*Subject does not reply for slightly over one minute.*
+D-1355: *Murmuring*
+Dr. Davidson: Speak up, son. What do you see in there?
+D-1355: It's mine…
+Dr. Davidson: What? What's yours?
+D-1355: It's all mine… They'll never get it…
+Dr. Davidson: You aren't making any sense. Explain yourself at once or we'll terminate you and get somebody else.
+*D-1355 remains unresponsive, muttering to himself. The camera is abruptly dropped.*
+*The camera continues to record for 3 subsequent hours, during which time D-1355 slowly wanders in and out of the hall. At the 2 hour mark, a scream is heard from outside the hall in a language that none of the researchers speak. The last hour of footage is similar to the first 2 hours.*
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Research note: SCP-1211 seems to somehow alter the mindset of those who enter it. I'm requesting permission to experiment further. -Dr. Davidson
Special Containment Procedures: Foundation Agents are to infiltrate all major Internet service providers to ensure civilian access to SCP-1228 is blocked. Any personnel accessing SCP-1228 for testing purposes is to be accompanied by at least one Researcher, and must submit to mandatory psychological evaluation afterwards. (Access to SCP-1228 outside of testing purposes is now strictly forbidden. See Incident 1228-A for further details.)
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Description: SCP-1228 is a website with the domain ████████████.com. Any software used to monitor Internet connections crashes when applied to connections to SCP-1228, so its IP address is unknown. The domain is not registered by anyone, and when usually accessed gives the normal "DNS lookup failed" error. However, if viewed by an individual with a history of creative aspirations, SCP-1228 will appear as the page of the viewer’s “Official Fan Club.” Although the site’s contents vary from individual to individual, a few pages appear consistently.
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Wiki: Extensive documentation of the subject’s work. Subjects typically claim that the nonexistent titles listed are “something they’ve always wanted to do.”
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News: Reports of nonexistent events in the subject’s life. Events reported are invariably of a positive nature, such as the subject winning a major award for their work. Interviews with the subject are often listed here as well, with the subject usually mentioning in the interview that they’re glad they chose to pursue their passion rather than their career path in real life.
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Forums: Discussion of the subject and their work. Posters’ comments are all unanimously positive, praising everything the subject has produced. In order to gather as much information on SCP-1228 as possible, the Foundation strongly encourages test subjects to post on the forums themselves.
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Store: A store exists for the purchase of merchandise pertaining to the subject's work, such as T-shirts, posters, and figurines. Within ██ hours of making a purchase, an unmarked package will appear at the subject’s address containing the product(s) in question. Attempts to trace the origin of the packages and their products have proven unsuccessful.
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After viewing SCP-1228, test subjects will report feelings of depression, with thirty percent attempting suicide shortly afterwards.
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Incident 1228-A: On 09/17/20██, Dr. █████████, the current Researcher presiding over SCP-1228, was reported missing. An aspiring writer in his youth, █████████ had taken to browsing SCP-1228 obsessively. Investigation of his offices revealed a log of private messages with a forum poster named “Ellen.”
Ellen: I can’t believe it! It’s really you! You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of talking with you! :)
+Dr. █████████: Aww, thanks. It’s always an honor talking to a fan.
+Ellen: I’ve read every single one of your books. I especially liked the one about the guy who goes crazy at sea. I cried like a baby at the end!
+Dr. █████████: Really? That’s what I’ve wanted to do ever since I was a kid, really. Write something that makes people emotional.
+Ellen: You make me REAL emotional, if you know what I mean. You wouldn’t be interested in meeting up sometime, would you?
+Dr. █████████: I’d love to. Where at?
+Ellen: I live at [REDACTED]. See you then! ;)
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An Agent was dispatched to the address, revealing an abandoned two-story house. Dr. █████████'s current whereabouts remain unknown.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1434 is held in a standard containment cell, empty save for a blank book labeled “Charter of Etna" and a copy of "The Federal Criminal Code & Rules." Records of the State of Nevada have been altered to register the twenty-five square meters of the cell as the unincorporated township of Etna, now abandoned.
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Current containment procedures were devised to forestall the transfer of SCP-1434's effect to larger cities or counties. A fresh copy of “The FCC & R” should be placed next to the SCP monthly, while the previous month's copy should be incinerated unread.
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All security personnel assigned to Site-47 are subject to annual participation in Foundation Standard Seminar “The Application of Force in Arrests and You!” This is in addition to all other regulation orientation and training sessions.
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Description: SCP-1434 is a large fragment of extruded clay brick, dull red in color, which while totally inert somehow effects the insertion of increasingly bizarre and impractical laws into the legal code of the nearest sufficiently small municipality. Where borders overlap, SCP-1434 has always shown preference for the smaller body. Affected legislatures show no memory of instituting any such laws, but will enforce them without protest.
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During the early phase of the brick's influence, governments have been observed to pass laws of extremely limited applicability, such as a ban on smoking on Tuesdays. However, as the infection progresses, the activities proscribed in this manner become increasingly innocuous while the penalties grow increasingly severe to the point of life threatening.
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SCP-1434 further affects local law enforcement, who develop progressively violent mentalities over time. These mental alterations do not linger after SCP-1434's relocation. Officers with more than six months of exposure compulsively apply excessive, often lethal force to any and all they suspect of “transgressions.”
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Incident Log: Since recovery, investigations into several public disturbances have recovered other SCP-1434 fragments of varying size. Unrest is believed to have subsided when a party or parties unknown removed the object from the municipality. The object's whereabouts between incidents is as yet unknown, though research is continuing. Any outbreaks of police violence linked to recently introduced legislation should be studied for signs of object influence by the appropriate Mobile Task Force.
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Case 001—12/18/1987: Montgomery County in Maryland outlaws the use of shrimp in clearing snow from highways. Six injured in collisions with state-operated snowplows.
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Case 004—01/24/1992: City of [REDACTED] makes the wearing of contact lenses compulsory for all residents who died between 1947 and 1962. City police officers conduct spontaneous mass disinterment which results in the exhumation of over three thousand sets of human remains.
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Case 021—08/02/2007: ███████, a small town in France, limits consumption of all beverages containing less than 3% gasoline by volume. Sixty-two killed by ingestion of toxic substances or in beverage-compliance raids.
SCP-148 is to be stored as 120 cast ingots, each of which weighs approximately 10 kg at time of writing. Ingots of SCP-148 may not be housed at the same site as any SCP (due to the potential for unforeseen interactions); otherwise, said ingots should be distributed equally among acceptable Foundation facilities. The mass of each contained ingot of SCP-148 must be measured and reported monthly.
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Under no circumstances should any SCP with mind-affecting or extrasensory properties come into contact with SCP-148. In the event of such contact, the immediate area must be evacuated and the affected sample of SCP-148 detonated remotely.
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Personnel are not to be assigned to SCP-148 for a period of time longer than three weeks. Any personnel assigned to SCP-148 are to be given regular psychological evaluations.
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Description: SCP-148 is a metallic substance, composed of a variety of known and unknown elements. The total mass of SCP-148 on hand is approximately 1.1 1.2 tonnes. SCP-148 has a gray-green color with a bluish tinge and oxidizes readily in the presence of water. SCP-148 has a melting transition point of approximately 4500°C and a boiling transition point of approximately 9000°C. SCP-148 has a density of 6.20 g/cm3 6.76 g/cm3 and qualifies as HRC 39 in a Rockwell hardness test. It exhibits material properties, such as strength, ductility, and workability, similar to platinum.
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SCP-148 is composed primarily of platinum and iridium, the two composing 62% and 20% of its mass respectively. In addition, several other known metals are present in its composition, including iron, cobalt, and copper, which collectively make up 16.5% of SCP-148’s mass. However, given the mass of the material, it is believed that there are other substances not detectable by mass spectrometry or other means. Images of SCP-148 taken with a scanning tunneling microscope show gaps in its lattice that, under normal circumstances, would be filled with other materials.
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SCP-148 blocks or otherwise hinders extrasensory mind-affecting properties of living organisms in proximity to it. This effect, while difficult to quantify, appears inversely proportional to the square of the distance from the subject to SCP-148’s surface and directly proportional to the quantity of SCP-148 in consideration. The range for which this effect is detectable is roughly 0.8 meters per kilogram of SCP-148.
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1.1 tonnes of SCP-148 were retrieved from the metallurgical department of Prometheus Labs’ base facility during the Foundation's sweep of the building. Documents concerned with the project had unveiled that the substance was to be subject to additional development, sold to ███████████, trademarked, and sold as “Telekill Alloy”. However, due to [REDACTED] and its political fallout, along with the destruction of the Prometheus Labs’ base facility, ███████████ has acquired an estimated 1.3 tonnes of SCP-148 and sold it to unknown buyers. Foundation agents and forensic accountants are in the process of tracking the remaining supplies of SCP-148.
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Addendum 148-01
+Due to its potential for use in containment of mind-affecting SCPs, SCP-148 has been approved for cross-testing with SCP objects. While tests are still in their early stages, tests with low-level anomalous items seem to indicate that SCP-148 will be an effective tool in containing said items. However, it does not appear to affect items whose notable properties are purely memetic.
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Addendum 148-02
+Beginning ██/██/████, staff reported irrational behavior and poor communication skills among janitorial staff tasked with regular maintenance of SCP-148’s containment.1 After three weeks of increasingly abnormal behavior, two custodians were taken in for questioning and examination. Testing revealed that the aforementioned personnel were incapable of interpreting body language and did not appear to notice the intonation or phrasing of sentences. In addition, the affected subjects were incapable of determining the emotional state or intent of others and demonstrated severely limited vocabulary.
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Further testing has revealed that the language and communication skills of persons with regular contact or extended exposure to SCP-148 will, over time, deteriorate and disappear. It has been shown that, after eight weeks, affected subjects will be rendered completely mute and incapable of understanding or giving nonverbal requests, commands, or other statements, despite showing otherwise normal mental capacity.
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Addendum 148-03
+A measurement taken on ██/██/████ (██ months after the Foundation’s acquisition of SCP-148) indicated that, despite no increase in volume, SCP-148 has increased in mass by 0.1 tonnes (a density increase of 9.0%). The source of this additional mass is unknown.
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Incident Report 148-████-1
+To test the limits of SCP-148’s effects and its capacity to change in mass, 0.9 kg of it was placed on a scale and moved to SCP-████’s chamber. Predictably, SCP-████’s [REDACTED] was nullified by SCP-148’s presence. However, the sample of SCP-148 began to grow in mass by upwards of 5 grams per second. After one minute, this rate began to decrease, and SCP-148 ceased to increase in mass forty seconds later, at which point it weighed 1.4 kilograms. It remained at this mass for eight seconds before plummeting to 0.8 kilograms in the space of two seconds. During this time, personnel within sixty meters (twelve times the effective range of SCP-████) began to experience SCP-████’s effects, albeit at a vastly increased rate, resulting in [DATA EXPUNGED] lockdown until the affected subjects could be removed.
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As of this incident, contact between SCP-148 and any mind-affecting items is strictly forbidden.
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Addendum 148-04
+Measurements taken since Incident 148-████-1 indicate that the combined mass of SCP-148 is increasing at a rate of [REDACTED]. It is speculated that should a large quantity of SCP-148 undergo an event similar to the sample used in Experiment 148-████, [DATA EXPUNGED]. Containment procedures are under review.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1519 are constructed for the purposes of testing and disposed of immediately after testing concludes. Blueprints for SCP-1519 are housed in a secure file at Site-19. Access to SCP-1519 blueprints is limited to researchers with a clearance of 3 or higher, as per testing schedule and outline.
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The SCP-1519 original is to be housed in a 30L tank filled with saline solution. The object is to be fed three times daily.
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Description: SCP-1519 is a small cylindrical biological system weighing on average .5 kg, constructed of human joints, tendons, fat, grey matter, nervous tissue, hippocampus, cartilage, teeth, veins, and a single heart. Composition of the object is relatively simple, consisting of only twenty (20) individual components, with the heart being the only organ in the system.
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Two openings on both ends of the object are lined in a circular pattern with teeth that move rhythmically in an open and close motion when disconnected from a feed. It is possible to feed biological material through either opening, with SCP-1519 producing waste material on the opposite side in a time relative to the quality of SCP-1519s digestive materials.
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Dissection of the object reveals no anomalous occurrence or materials. A single, unique organ fabricated from the parts of a stomach, intestine, and heart is internally connected to the heart of the object. This organ is artificially constructed and found in no other known fauna.
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SCP-1519 generates an electrical charge. Foundation reconstructions of SCP-1519 have a lifespan of approximately four years when constructed of human materials. Constructions using biological materials found in winged insects produce an SCP-1519 with a lifespan of roughly four days.
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SCP-1519's mouths, or openings, can be fed into virtually any power source. The ‘lips’ on the ends of SCP-1519 reflexively form a conductive, vacuum sealed barrier to facilitate the flow of generated electricity from SCP-1519. SCP-1519 will detach from a feed only when SCP-1519 has lost a sufficient amount of power. SCP-1519 cannot be reactivated after it has been fully drained of power.
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Testing reveals the parts belonging to one ████████ ██ █████.
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It is possible to duplicate SCP-1519 artificially with access to the appropriate human, or nonhuman tissue and a capable specialist. Construction of an instance of SCP-1519 takes an average of 10 minutes with proper preparations. Blueprints for the object were found in the location of its discovery.
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Note found in stonework jar in Florence, Italy at the place of SCP-1519’s discovery. Located within the jar a series of items were discovered including; a handwritten note, SCP-1519 (still active), an invoice, and blueprints for SCP-1519. The documents have been dated to roughly 1500. The note has been translated from Italian, with unnecessary portions edited and revised for readability.
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Dear patron,
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I am placed in a perilous position, but if God and my master will it, then work will continue. I fully trust he has my safety and yours in mind.
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The originals from the East are of far superior quality to what I have been able to craft with a sound conscience. Even now one of the original lamplighters - the parts of a deceased 23 year old male, now a forty year old man - is still active in my foyer.
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I have begun experimenting with the parts of sheep too sick to be killed for meat. Construction is fairly simple and the reformed parts from a sheep allow for a lamp’s life of thirty days. I should be able to improve on this design significantly.
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The lamplighters are placed below the apparatus for discretion, at the bottom of the jug. The apparatus with the device attached gives off enough light for reading or writing. I have learned that this device delivers a mild euphoric sensation when latched onto the human body.
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You will have a finished product delivered to you by my master’s house servant in no less than ten nights. Your patience is greatly appreciated.
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-X
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P.S. If they are found in your residence, most would simply mistake the things for a sea creature, or if the device is drained, a Scottish delicacy. Simply bury them when they are finished and nature will do its work for you.
Special Containment Procedures: All discovered instances are to be stored in Containment Locker C243 at Site-24. Access to SCP-1642 will only be granted to personnel of clearance level 3 or higher. Written permission from personnel with a clearance level of 3 or higher is not adequate for access.
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Description: SCP-1642 is a collection of 500 mg chewable tablets. These tablets vary in colour1 and flavor;2 however, their effect remains the same. SCP-1642 come in packets of 6, and are contained in a sleeve. The packaging reads "Dr. Wondertainment's Insta-teen Tablets™". The backing reads as following:
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Hey kids! Have you ever wanted to know what it feels like to be grown up!? And adults, have you ever wanted to feel young again!? Well now you can get both with Dr. Wondertainment's Insta-teen Tablets™! Just pop one of these chewable tablets into your mouth and begin munching away! Within 20 minutes you'll find you're living the life of a teen once again!!
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Warning: Only take one tablet at a time. Do not take if pregnant. Dr. Wondertainment is not responsible for any existential crisis or loss of life that may occur.
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When ingested by either a person of age 20 or older, or a child 14 or younger, the subject will undergo a quick transformation into a stage of late pubescence, approximately 18 or 19 years of age. How this process occurs is not understood, however the change is extensive; fat is moved to the lips and buttocks, bones become less brittle, muscles become more toned, and hair is regrown. Analysis of blood samples has shown that hormone levels are typical of a late pubescent. These changes will revert within 12 hours.
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Taking more than one tablet results in additional changes to areas of the brain connected with aging and maturity, as well as the hypothalamus and pituitary glands. Typically these will cause anxiety attacks, an uncontrollable libido, mental disorders involving self-image,3 immature or reckless behaviour, and the appearance of other physical diseases associated with puberty such as Acne vulgaris. The severity of these symptoms is directly correlated to the amount of the overdose, with subjects ingesting 4 or more tablets becoming comatose due to extensive brain damage. These changes are irreversible once the subject reverts. Testing has not been conducted over a long enough time period to determine if children who have had these symptoms due to overdose will lose them at the end of natural puberty.
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Pregnant women ingesting SCP-1642 will experience its effects. However, the foetus4 will also be affected by SCP-1642. This will inevitably cause the death of the mother as the foetus rapidly expands. Once the foetus has become a late-pubescent teen, it will remain alive until it ceases to be affected by SCP-1642, at which point it will die. Note, however, that while in its late teen state, the foetus is not mentally developed, and will behave as such.
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Crosstesting between several different temporal based anomalies is currently pending the approval of the Site-24 director. These include, but are not limited to, SCP-559, SCP-983, and SCP-1080.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-182 is to be kept in a small environmentally-sealed structure on an otherwise-uninhabited island situated 10km off the coast of Greenland. A team of five (5) guards are to be assigned to guard the subject at all times. Guards are to be examined for psychological damage once per month; guards who show any signs of damage are to be recalled from their post and are required to undertake a full course of psychiatric therapy prior to returning to duty. No single individual is to spend more than six (6) months at a stretch on 182 guard duty, and are required to spend a minimum of three (3) months on a different assignment before returning. Personnel are entitled to refuse this assignment if they have already spent a total of eight (8) months or more on the island. SCP-182 has requested to be kept under heavy sedation for 20 hours per day. Following Incident 182-7, this privilege has been revoked.
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Description: SCP-182 is a Caucasian male, of average build, roughly 45 years of age, and has suffered heavy abdominal and cranial scarring at an unspecified point in the past (by subject's own admission, shortly before he was admitted into the care of the Foundation in 19██). SCP-182 is both deaf and mute, compensating for these disabilities with natural abilities.
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SCP-182 has displayed the ability to passively enter the minds of other animals, including humans, and to perceive sight and sound through their senses, in effect 'riding' as a passenger in their minds. This has no consistent effect on personnel, and some guards have rotated on and off on a regular basis for the past ██ years without detrimental effects. However, prolonged exposure to SCP-182's passive 'sensory borrowing' results in vivid visual and auditory hallucinations in 97% of humans and 100% of nonhuman test subjects.
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The effects in question vary widely in severity, but continued exposure after the onset will inevitably result in mental collapse, with said mental breakdown being hastened by proximity to SCP-182. SCP-182 has displayed the ability to consciously force hallucinations upon his guards when under duress, and as such it is advisable that subjects known to agitate SCP-182 be avoided (including mention of SCP-076-2, SCP-682, and SCP-182's own past prior to acquisition by the Foundation). Termination of affected personnel is recommended if they cannot distinguish between the hallucinations and reality, as all subjects allowed to reach such a point have invariably broken down, with brain death or permanent catatonia being the only possible outcomes. SCP-182 cannot control this ability with any appreciable degree of skill, and automatically sees and hears the perceptions of any living animals within ten (10) meters. Subject can 'focus' on specific directions outside of that range, but cannot 'ride' the senses of beings further away from it than thirty (30) meters.
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SCP-182 additionally manifests the ability to project its thoughts into the mind of any individual whose senses it 'rides.' This mental 'speech' is the only known source of information about the subject, and has been described by guards as akin to being spoken to by a small human between their ears. SCP-182 exhibits no memetic or telepathic hazard stemming from this 'speech,' though subjects report that his 'voice' is always a component in their hallucinations.
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Addendum 182-1: SCP-182 claims that the incident that resulted in the loss of its speech and hearing also manifested its telepathic talents. It is not presently clear whether this was a deliberate goal of the 'torture' subject was subjected to or whether the apparently life-or-death situation caused previously suppressed powers to manifest. Questioning in this vein is to be discouraged, as SCP-182 has become agitated in the past and has successfully attempted to accelerate the rate of mental breakdown in his handlers, resulting in ██ casualties during the first questioning.
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Addendum 182-2: It has been suggested that SCP-182 be used as a “translator” with other SCPs who appear capable of thought, but not of communication. Given the side-effects of proximity to SCP-182, this request has been denied.
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Incident Report 182-7
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Audio report recovered from guard house, voice identified as Agent █████, recorded ██/█/19██
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"Yeah… So, we got the letter this morning from O5 saying the sedation was approved. Dr. ███████ went out to tell one-eighty-two, guy seemed pretty happy, clappin' his hands and everything. Like a little kid. Shot him up, he was out like a light. Slept a few hours, then Dr. ███████ went in to check on him, make sure he was still breathing. Don't want a casualty, yeah? Anyway, I'm in the other house, we'd got up a good game of twenty-one, when I hear Doc screamin' his lungs out. Something about spiders, or…wha?"
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(Following this, the tape records seven gunshots; audio analysis indicates they were fired at a point above and to the left of the microphone.)
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"God damn it… We thought Doc had finally cracked, he'd been seeing little things out of the corner of his eye for a few days, we figured one-eighty-two had got to him. We drew straws to see who'd have to go get his body, [Agent J████████ ██████] drew the short straw. Guy was fresh out here, just been assigned last week. Dammit, I should have gone instead. J███'s screams started a few minutes later. Everyone got up at this point, we started walkin' out there, snow everywhere, should've transferred out of here befo- agh!"
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(Another eight gunshots are heard, followed by repeated clicking. Subsequent sounds determined to be the replacement of an empty magazine.)
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"Ugh… These things… We got to the house where one-eighty-two was, he was lying on the bed, looked dead to the world. Thirty, maybe thirty-five feet away J███ and Doc were sitting on the floor, drooling. Well, Doc was. J███ was dead. Blood oozing out of his mouth, looked like he bit his own tongue off. All three of us knew what'd happened. I started to see… things. I ran, I don't know about the other guys. I'm holed up in the building, gonna wait for the boat to arrive. Hope I can hold off long enough…"
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(Audio recording continued for seventeen minutes, intermittent screams and gunshots can be heard, as well as a door opening twice.)
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"I've seen what happens to those guys that go too far. I'm not ending up like that. I'm not going to see those things. Bye."
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(A gunshot is heard, tape records two hours of silence. The bodies of Agents █████ and ████ were found inside the door, shot by Agent █████. Agent █████ was found next to the recorder, a bullet lodged in his skull.)
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Final Incident Report: Subsequent questioning of SCP-182 by replacement personnel revealed that subject 'suffered from horrible, unworldly nightmares' while sedated. Subject displayed elevated levels of stress during interview, and it is theorized that the nightmares experienced by SCP-182 caused enough emotional distress that subject unconsciously created a radius of heightened hallucinatory territory. Subject is henceforth to be denied all sleeping aids.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1857 is stored in a dedicated, hermetically sealed containment chamber. Surveillance of SCP-1857 may be performed only through indirect means, and all personnel involved in the containment or research of SCP-1857 must undergo mandatory weekly psychiatric evaluations. Personnel found to have been affected by SCP-1857 are to be quarantined under standard memetic hazard isolation procedures and administered a Class A amnestic.
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Description: SCP-1857 is a deformed human skull with what appears to be horns extending from its forehead. The letters "CM XIII" are engraved in a serif font on its back, and a Universal Serial Bus (USB) port is located at the base. X-ray photography has shown no wiring attached to this port, nor the presence of any other metallic components.
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When directly observed, subjects report seeing writing in blood in the language they are most familiar and/or comfortable with, though indirect observation via photography or closed circuit video does not corroborate this. Subjects report that the writing on SCP-1857 most often takes the form of insults directed at the reader, though the exact wording is often laden with spelling and grammar errors. This text reportedly changes when unobserved, often in such a way as to suggest that SCP-1857 was aware of its surroundings.
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Subjects exposed to SCP-1857 for extended periods of time often exhibit increased aggression and anger and a small number of subjects, particularly those of [REDACTED] ancestry, are prone to entering a comatose state when exposed to SCP-1857 for periods exceeding fifteen (15) minutes. Furthermore, affected subjects also exhibit increased levels of interest in mythical supernatural entities and the occult that increases with time.
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When SCP-1857 is connected via USB cable to a personal computer running a Windows operating system, a removable storage device will load and a software program contained on that device is automatically run. File system analysis of the device shows a capacity of 0 bytes, despite the presence of two files, "autorun.inf" and "cm13.exe" (both of which report as 0 bytes in size as well).
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Addendum 1857-01: Research Report, cm13.exe
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[DATA EXPUNGED]
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Addendum 1857-02: Incident Report, ██/█/13
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The following terminal log was recorded from the personal computer of Dr. ███████, Senior Researcher assigned to SCP-1857:
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login as: [REDACTED]
+FoundationOS v11.3 (Final)
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Using keyboard-interactive authentication.
+Password: [REDACTED]
+Last login: ███ ███ ██ ██:██:██ 2013 from [REDACTED]
+All access to Foundation systems is logged.
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Hello, [REDACTED].
+[WARNING]: All personnel experimenting with SCP-1857 are required to undergo a full psychiatric evaluation following experiment procedures. Please log off and notify your supervisor immediately.
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[████████@site74 !]$ access floorplan
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[DATA EXPUNGED]
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[████████@site74 !]$ access map of land
+-error: command not found
+[████████@site74 !]$ access map of realm
+-error: command not found
+[████████@site74 !]$ access map of kingdom
+-error: command not found
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[REDACTED], please report to [REDACTED] for immediate psychiatric evaluation. Your supervisor has been automatically notified of this incident.
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[████████@site74 !]$ give me the damn map
+-error: command not found
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[SYSTEM MESSAGE]: Multiple command line errors have been logged. Do you require assistance?
+no of course not
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[SYSTEM MESSAGE]: Does the black moon howl?
+YES. THE BLACK MOON HOWLS AND ITS BAYING DRAWS FORTH THE HOUNDS OF THE END ALL SHALL BURN IN THE BLACK FIRES OF THE DJOK TOURAFF
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[SYSTEM MESSAGE]: SECURITY ALERT: Memetic trigger challenge/response failure detected.
+[SYSTEM MESSAGE]: Emergency lockdown has been initiated for Site-74.
+[SYSTEM MESSAGE]: [REDACTED] has been compromised by critical exposure to Euclid-class object SCP-1857. All personnel report immediately to secure lockdown areas.
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[████████@site74 !]$ TRAITOROUS BOX
+(error: connection has been terminated)
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Addendum 1857-03: Research Note
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The following documents, attached to SCP-1857 at time of discovery, have been released from quarantine following negative results from memetic hazard testing:
Ever dreamed of leading your own cult? With Cult Maker, those dreams can become a reality, even if you know nothing about occult worship! Create your own occult icons, attract followers, and develop foul rituals with our easy-to-use editor!
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The Cult Maker series is powerful yet easy to learn, making it perfect for beginners and experts alike. Unleash the power of Cult Maker today!
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Limited Founder's Edition - #3 of 25
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mike,
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hey man sorry its late but this is wat i have so far
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sory about the spelling shit, im busy and haven't had time to edit it yet
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— jake
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Field personnel have been notified of the possibility of additional uncontained instances of SCP-1857.
Special Containment Procedures:SCP-2045 is to be continuously covered with a dummy tractor to maintain the appearance of normality. Any civilians who come into contact with SCP-2045 are to be amnesticized. All debris left by SCP-2045 is to be cleared away by Foundation assets. Methods to contain SCP-2045 are currently being considered.
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SCP-2045 is to be contained within a standard humanoid-class containment cell, with a calendar on the wall indicating the days of the week, and an empty two-liter bucket. Every Tuesday, SCP-2045 fills the bucket with blackstrap molasses; when the bucket is filled, one class-3 operative is to enter SCP-2045's containment, approach SCP-2045, and speak the phrase "that's enough molasses, Jeffrey. Thank you." Personnel are then to remove the filled bucket, and replace it with a fresh bucket.
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Contingent on SCP-2045's good behavior, and at their own discretion, personnel may then kiss SCP-2045 on its forehead.
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Due to the difficulties resulting from SCP-2045's apparent inability to comprehend that it now has an SCP designation rather than a name, personnel are authorized to address SCP-2045 as "Jeffrey".
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SCP-2045 is never to be contained at a site that is within 200 kilometers from the present containment location of SCP-3872.
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Description: SCP-2045 is a sapient humanoid automaton which can generate blackstrap molasses from a flask-shaped protrusion on its back, and then control the motion of that molasses. It is 92cm tall and made of wood, porcelain, cloth, silver, and iron, and responds to the name "Jeffrey". It is capable of speech, but is of low intelligence.
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Every Tuesday,1 SCP-2045 will generate 2 liters of blackstrap molasses from its flask and telekinetically direct the molasses into the bucket.2
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SCP-2045 claims to have been made by a woman who it refers to only as "Miss", and who it is unable to describe in useful terms (see interview 2045-5). It claims to have resided in her home (which it is likewise unable to describe usefully) and to have generated molasses for her on a weekly basis, until the day it was unable to find her. In her absence, it continued generating molasses "until it wasn't Tuesday any more", at which point it began to search for her, and to telekinetically carry the molasses with it "because nobody came to get it from me and it's not good to just leave it behind".
SCP-2045 is a mobile coherent mass of blackstrap molasses, currently located in the American Northwest.
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SCP-2045 is approximately 300 x 300 x 10 meters in dimension, with fluctuations based on movement and absorbed objects. SCP-2045 weighs about 1,324,160,000 kg,3 indicating that SCP-2045 has absorbed a significant amount of material during its existence.
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SCP-2045 flows at an approximate rate of 10 km/yr. When SCP-2045 was first discovered (on 5/6/1907, in the Cascade mountain range), it was believed that its motion was due solely to the effect of gravity, similar to glacier movement. However, as of 9/3/1989, when SCP-2045 completely detached from the Cascades onto the plateau, SCP-2045 continued motion at a rate of ~8 km/yr despite no obvious motive force.
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Objects that come into contact with SCP-2045 are trapped and absorbed; this is not believed to be anomalous, but is simply the result of coming in contact with a large mobile mass of molasses. While it is possible to mount recovery operations for personnel trapped in SCP-2045, the resources involved are tremendous, and due to the large amount of physical trauma and rapid asphyxiation that occurs, the likelihood of success is low. Out of the five attempts made to rescue Foundation personnel, only one was successful.
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SCP-2045 has a large amount of objects trapped in it, in a manner similar to the action of glaciers. In addition to a large number of boulders, dirt, architectural debris, cadavers of various animal species (including at least 400 humans), and dead trees, SCP-2045 also appears to contain a parachute harness, and several firearms and vehicles. Due to SCP-2045's composition, these appear to be perfectly preserved.
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The age of SCP-2045 is unknown: dating of samples has been inconclusive, and SCP-2045 has suffered no apparent deterioration during its time in Foundation observation.
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Due to the motion of SCP-2045, a trail of debris is perpetually left behind it, in a pattern similar to glacier debris. In order to avoid suspicion, these debris are to be collected as described in the containment procedures.
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SCP-2045 was first discovered by the Foundation in 1907 during a flyover of the Cascades to test then-new aerial surveillance technology. Due to its isolation, SCP-2045 was classified as safe and kept under nominal surveillance. However, after an unknown event altered the course of SCP-2045, resulting in the destruction of the town of [REDACTED], the object's classification was raised to Euclid, and to Keter when it was realized that SCP-2045 did not require gravity to power its movements. Since then, SCP-2045 has been under perpetual Foundation observation, and has traveled a total distance of 980 km.
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Excerpt of Interview 2045-5; full transcript available upon request with level-3 security clearance or higher
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SCP-2045: Hi, Dr. Byaruhanga! Has Miss shown up yet?
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Dr. Byaruhanga: No, Jeffrey, she hasn't.
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SCP-2045: Aw. Well, it's not Tuesday, so it's not molasses-making time. But it's almost Tuesday, right?4 You just have to wait a little while, and then I can make molasses for you!
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Dr. Byaruhanga: No, Jeffrey, that's not necessary. I'd like to ask you some questions about Miss, actually.
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SCP-2045: Oh! All right. Miss is very kind to me!
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Dr. Byaruhanga: Yes, I'm sure she is. Could you tell me what she looked like?
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SCP-2045: Uh… she was big. Bigger than me.
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Dr. Byaruhanga: … and?
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SCP-2045: Oh, I'm sorry, did you want more?
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Dr. Byaruhanga: Yes, please. Whatever you can remember.
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SCP-2045: She… she could walk around? I remember she walked around a lot! Sometimes she'd be in one room, and sometimes she'd be in another room, and sometimes she'd walk from one room to another room! Sometimes she came to get the molasses from me, and sometimes I brought it to her while she was doing things!
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Dr. Byaruhanga: I see. Jeffrey, could you maybe tell me about Miss's face?
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SCP-2045: Yes! She had one!
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Dr. Byaruhanga: … what?
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SCP-2045: She definitely had a face. Yes. And hair, I remember that. Oh, and lips! Lips are for giving kisses when I'm good! Am I being good?
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Dr. Byaruhanga: Yes, Jeffrey, you're being good. Can you tell me about Miss's hair? What color was it?
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SCP-2045: Hair has a color?
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Dr. Byaruhanga: Yes, was it black, or white, or brown, or maybe yellow or orange?
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SCP-2045: I… I don't know. I didn't notice. I'm sorry. I'm sorry! Am I being bad? I don't want to be bad!
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Dr. Byaruhanga: No, Jeffrey, you're not being bad.
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SCP-2045: Can I… can I have a kiss, then? [SCP-2045 points to its forehead]
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Dr. Byaruhanga: When we're done with the questions. All right?
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SCP-2045: All right.
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Dr. Byaruhanga: Good. Jeffrey, can you tell me what color Miss was?
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SCP-2045: Um, I don't understand what you mean.
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Dr. Byaruhanga: Her skin.
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SCP-2045: Oh! Skin! Yes! Yes, she had skin! She absolutely had skin, I know that! And I couldn't see all of it all the time, because she wore clothing! Clothes are important, right?
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Dr. Byaruhanga: Yes, but I meant… all right, you remember Dr. Lindgren, who was here to talk with you the other day?
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SCP-2045: Yeah! She's nice!
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Dr. Byaruhanga: And you remember what she looks like?
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SCP-2045: Yeah?
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Dr. Byaruhanga: Remember how her skin is light pink? And my skin is dark brown, see?
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SCP-2045: It is? … It is! Wow! I never noticed that!
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Dr. Byaruhanga: Can you tell me if Miss's skin was light pink, or dark brown, or maybe another color?
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SCP-2045: I'm really, really sorry. I don't know. I really don't! Honest! I didn't know it was important! Um, um, um, eyes!
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Dr. Byaruhanga: Eyes?
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SCP-2045: She had eyes! I remember now! Eyes are for looking! She had two of them, and they were on her face! Like yours! And they were white, with little dots of color in them, just like yours! I remember! I'm being good, yes?
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Further interviews with SCP-2045 have been similarly unproductive.
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Acquisition log:
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The designation SCP-2045 was originally applied to the coherent, mobile, +1.3-megaton mass of molasses which was under Foundation surveillance beginning in 1907. In 1999, the Foundation undertook an operation to destroy >99.9999% of the mass of molasses via a combination of incendiaries, directed-energy weaponry, and [REDACTED] technology, with the goal of reducing it to a form small enough to be properly contained. The entity now known as SCP-2045 was discovered at the mass's center, still generating molasses. An on-site operative spontaneously vocalized a request that the entity stop making molasses; the entity complied, and asked whether it had generated enough molasses. It was subsequently taken into custody.
Special Containment Procedures: Mobile Task Force Eta-10-LatAm ("No los veo") is constantly monitoring the internet for any online document in any major language that refers to a "Restored Aztlan", "New Tenochtitlan" or "Cem Anáhuac" for traces of SCP-2155.
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Should any minor infection vector be located, Class A and B amnestics are authorized to neutralize the outbreak. In the case of a major infection, especially if documents or pamphlets encourage the worship of Mesoamerican deities, along with armed uprising, Protocol 1907 "Rio Blanco" is to be enacted.
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Description: SCP-2155 is a memetic cognitohazard, which makes anyone infected believe in the existence of a "Government of Tenochtitlán in Exile", designated SCP-2155-1.
+Given that more than 450 years have passed since the fall of Tenochtitlán, the actual existence of SCP-2155-1 is considered highly improbable.Under Revision, see addendum E525 -Dr. █████
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Depending on the ethnicity and nationality of those infected, it is estimated that between 35% and 90% of those infected will become sympathetic to the cause espoused by the documents containing SCP-2155. Those that remain neutral or hostile to the cause become asymptomatic carriers1.
+Notably, the discussion of SCP-2155-1 by non carriers, does not cause infection.
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The rest of the infected subjects, if left untreated, will actively attempt to spread SCP-2155 through word of mouth, pamphlets, impromptu public speeches, and more recently, websites and social media postings. Documents spreading SCP-2155 have been detected in Náhuatl, Spanish, English, Mandarin and █████████.
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Most such documents claim that the heirs to the Mexican Empire, along with a sizable portion of the priesthood and warrior castes, went into hiding in 15██ and have waged a guerrilla war against the Spanish Empire first, and then the governments of Mexico, the United States of America, Guatemala, El Salvador and Honduras. Two recorded instances claimed that Maximilian of Hapsburg had brokered a marriage alliance with SCP-2155-1 but that he was killed before it could be finalized.
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Most documents containing SCP-2155 in the last decade refer to ██████████ III, as the current Huēy Tlahtoāni, or emperor. Others may refer to other supposed leaders of the resistance, so-called tlahtoqueh, meaning "speakers" including █████████, ████████████, or █████ █████████.
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Information between instances of SCP-2155 infections may be conflicting, but almost all of them denounce the "oppression of the people by the European invaders" and call all indigenous peoples of the continent to "actively resist and hinder the usurpers." Documents have advocated actions ranging from passive resistance and hunger strikes, up to terrorist attacks, suicide bombings and [DATA EXPUNGED].
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Documents containing SCP-2155 identify as "the invaders" all kinds of establishment organizations, including the governments of the territories claimed by SCP-2155-1, the Catholic Church, the major drug cartels and, on one recorded case, the Foundation.
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Some SCP-2155 containing documents claim that SCP-2155-1 has garnered the recognition and support of "brethren sovereignties in resistance" of such nations as Nuwaubia, Yamato Damashi, Bobo Ashanti or the ███████████████. Interviews with members of these separatist groups have yielded no results so far.
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If an infection vector is left alone for more than ██ days, the documents and speeches by SCP-2155 carriers will progressively become more complex and no longer be solely political in nature. Such websites and documents will start calling for the return to the worship of Mesoamerican deities, in particular Tezcatlipoca and Huitzilopoctli.
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Starting in 19██, an increasing number of SCP-2155 cases have called for the destruction of the ██████ ████ Cathedral and for the establishment of a "Temple of the Fifth Sun"2 to these deities. This has increased in the last decades as the main vector of infection has changed to online documents, instead of pamphlets and speeches.
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Addendum E525: According to document SCP-2155-E525, retrieved on October ██, 20██, the leaders of SCP-2155-1 went into hiding in Mictlán3 and called for the resumption of worship at the Temple of the Fifth Sun and the restoration of "the flower wars" to provide suitable sacrifices to restore SCP-2155-1's power.
"People of the Sun, race of bronze!
+Discard your chains and break your bonds!
+You are called into greatness, into the five pointed star!
+Reject the white man, his god, his greed!
+Take the form of the nahual, and join us in the other side!
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[DATA EXPUNGED - POSSIBLE COGNITOHAZARD]
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Huitzilopochtli the warrior hummingbird thirsts for your blood!
+Tlaloc who nourishes the earth rains his blessings upon you!
+Coatlique the snake is both your mother's womb and the grave!
+Quetzalcóatl the feathered serpent calls for you to follow him!
+Tezcaltipoca the smoking mirror has many things to teach you!"
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[DATA EXPUNGED - POSSIBLE COGNITOHAZARD]
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Tloque Nahuaque! Lord of the Near and the Nigh! He is in you! He is you!
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+Depiction of self-harm
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Little River Canyon near Fallon, AL, and primary manifestation site of SCP-2254.
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2254 is contained within the town of Fallon, Alabama. While SCP-2254's incorporeal nature has made it difficult to house in any long-term containment vessel, SCP-2254's isolation within Fallon has been deemed an acceptable amount of exposure in exchange for sustained containment of the entity.
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Foundation agents embedded within local law enforcement are to identify anomalous pregnancies that result from involvement by SCP-22541, and introduce an acceptable level of both mifepristone and prostaglandin into the affected subject's drinking water in order to induce miscarriage. Due to this protocol, the rate of SCP-2254-1 manifestation has significantly decreased since SCP-2254's discovery.
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The continued implementation of the Black Tuesday Protocol is imperative to the ongoing containment of SCP-2254.
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Updated Containment Memorandum: Per Foundation Protocol 2513.99, the ongoing containment of SCP-2254 has been transferred to the jurisdiction of Project PARAGON. All other extant containment procedures remain in place.
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Description: SCP-2254 is a hostile, massive, incorporeal entity contained within the town of Fallon, Alabama. SCP-2254 is invisible to the naked eye, and can only be viewed using infrared cameras. SCP-2254's form is that of a wildly distorted humanoid, roughly 12.8m in height, with extremely distended arms and six legs2, a misshapen neck and face, thick shoulder length hair and severely disfigured genitals3. SCP-2254's skin is dark and mottled, and aside from six eyes arranged in two vertical columns of three per side SCP-2254's face is otherwise featureless, lacking a nose or mouth. SCP-2254's single other defining characteristic is the pictogram of the letter "J" above a heart that seems to have been branded into its forehead.
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Processed image of SCP-2254 taken from an infrared camera.
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SCP-2254 is seemingly capable of influencing human decision-making by altering cognition and manipulating young humans (typically under the age of 20) into copulation who would not otherwise be driven to do so. This manifests as a reported "dream state" wherein affected individuals are brought together semi-unconsciously to perform sexual intercourse while in a state of elevated suggestiveness and arousal4. These unions will generally always end in insemination, though SCP-2254's influence can be disturbed by the application of lachrymator agents (such as tear gas) or ammonia inhalants. Subjects brought out of SCP-2254's influence during the act of copulation usually express some confusion and hostility towards the source of the disturbance which abates over time. Afflicted subjects will also not express any kind of regret about the sexual union in question, though whether this is also the nature of SCP-2254's influence is currently unknown.
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SCP-2254 generally manifests at the Little Rock Canyon falls near Fallon, though not in any regular pattern. It is believed that SCP-2254 is more likely to manifest on nights where there are more age-appropriate targets freely available to interact with each other sexually, though this has not been confirmed. After manifestation, SCP-2254 will stalk towards any gathering of targets, potentially persuading targets in its path to move towards other targets in an attempt to influence more subjects into engaging in sexual intercourse.
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Once at least one pairing of targets has come together in one place and begun interacting sexually, SCP-2254 will lower its face to be level with the pair (or group) and will stare, unblinking, until the act is finished. On the rare occasion the insemination does not occur, SCP-2254 will linger above the pairing for a period of time, during which the couple will interact very little. After a certain amount of time, SCP-2254 will lower its face again and the sexual act will begin again. There have been no instances of insemination not occurring during the second instance. While the odds of conception through this manner are no different than usual, there is a significant chance (>68%) that the mother will become pregnant with an anomalous fetus classified as an SCP-2254-1 instance.
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Subjects who become anomalously pregnant as a result of SCP-2254's influence will experience the rapid growth of the SCP-2254-1 fetal structure, which will quickly take on non-human characteristics. These fetuses do not fully match either parent in genetic makeup and instead more closely resemble a hypothetical proto-human or early human ancestor, with many of the same deformed characteristics of SCP-2254. As they develop, SCP-2254-1 instances will take increasingly more resources away from their mothers, starving them to encourage their own expedited growth. Despite this, SCP-2254-1 instances negatively affect the cognition of their birth mother, who will become passionately defensive of the SCP-2254-1 instance even as it devours her from the inside out.
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SCP-2254-1 instance during dissection. Approximate age is eight days post conception.
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SCP-2254-1 instances generally do not kill their host mother before birthing themselves, though they do cause a significant amount of damage during their birthing that can lead to the mother's death by exsanguination from the vaginal canal. Despite a gestation and birthing process that leaves the mother exhausted and extremely malnourished, affected mothers are generally unable to recognize the anomalous nature of SCP-2254-1 instances and will care for them as if they were normal human newborns, including breastfeeding them. SCP-2254-1 instances are extremely sexually violent, and will attempt to rape, maim, and consume any living creature that disturbs them when they are with their mother.
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Mothers will generally continue to breastfeed the SCP-2254-1 instances (usually two or three are born at a time) until they either expire, typically from severe malnutrition or cardiac arrest, or reach maturity. In the event of their mothers' death, SCP-2254-1 instances will consume the corpse and then disappear into any available nearby sheltered area, including abandoned buildings, forests, scrapyards, etc. Uncontained SCP-2254-1 instances are believed to be the cause of no fewer than thirty reported sexually explicit deaths over the last fifteen years.
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Addendum 2254.1: Discovery
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SCP-2254 was discovered after an amateur photographer from Fort Payne, Alabama, accidentally captured footage of SCP-2254 through an infrared camera lens. Foundation assets quickly secured a perimeter around the town, after which a four month period of research and investigation began. It was determined that SCP-2254 was not containable by typical methods, and after SCP-2254 was followed to Birmingham, Alabama to follow a local of the town who had recently moved to the city, programs were implemented to discourage movement of affected persons out of Fallon. More information about this can be found in Addendum 2254.2.
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Addendum 2254.2: Black Tuesday Protocol
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The Black Tuesday Protocol was established to purposefully and effectively depress the local economy of Fallon, Alabama, in order to retain the local population and control exposure to SCP-2254. The Black Tuesday Protocol is built on five core tenets:
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Reduce spending at the state level to local schools and other educational programs
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Reduce exposure to media that glamorizes or glorifies urban living
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Increase exposure to heroin and other opiates
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Decrease the price of alcohol and tobacco
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Enforce a "family first" doctrine founded on evangelical Christianity that prioritizes a family structure wherein older members of the family are relied upon for child care while younger members are free to continue procreation.
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The Black Tuesday Protocol also dictates the ongoing treatment of five women from Fallon who no longer live within the town and who are visited occasionally by SCP-2254. All of these women, ages 16-29, are being dosed through their water supply with the aforementioned mix of mifepristone and prostaglandin to inhibit pregnancy. They are unconscious of this treatment, and while their inability to conceive children has taken a marked toll on their mental health the protocol has significantly diminished their odds to conceive an SCP-2254-1 instance, and has reduced the number of birthed instances outside of Fallon to zero.
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Addendum 2254.3: Interview
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The following is an interview by Agent Lamiere, posing as an investigative journalist, and a local woman named Kate Barnett. Mrs. Barnett was, notably, twice the subject of anomalous conception due to SCP-2254's influence, the first of which resulted in the birth of two SCP-2254-1 instances and the second of which was caught and terminated as a result of current containment measures.
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Agent Lamiere: (Pauses) …alright, we're recording. Thanks for taking the time to sit with me, Ms…?
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Mrs. Barnett: Oh, that's Kate. Kate Barnett. But my maiden name is Kate Forrest.
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Agent Lamiere: Perfect, perfect. So when I called you on the phone, I had asked about some things that had come up in your medical history.
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Mrs. Barnett: You talking about my babies.
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Agent Lamiere: Yes. How many kids did you say you had?
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Mrs. Barnett: Well, there's Daniel5, and Bub6, and the twins7, then baby June who passed8. I was pregnant with another but it didn't make it neither9.
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Agent Lamiere: Yeah, that's perfect. Can you tell me about anything unusual you may have noticed with the twins? Something strange about how they were conceived, I mean.
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Mrs. Barnett: You mean 'bout their daddy? He's a good-for-nothing. We had one stupid drunk night then I got knocked up and he ran off10. Didn't want nothing to do with them. Would've been lost if it weren't for Jack.
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Agent Lamiere: Jack?
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Mrs. Barnett: Yeah. Jack's bout as much daddy as they've had. It's good, too, since he's a damn sight better father than Mason ever would've been.
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Agent Lamiere: Who's Jack?
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Mrs. Barnett: He's- (hesitates) you ever seen something in a dream, and then later you seen it in real life and you just know it's the same? That's Jack. He come to me the night Mason got me knocked up, and he's so pretty with that blond hair and his eyes. He knows how to treat a woman right. I told him that Mason had left and that I think he had got me pregnant, and Jack said not to worry about it. That he'd be there to take care of things.
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Agent Lamiere: How did you know you were pregnant?
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Mrs. Barnett: Oh, that's just mother's intuition. Sometimes you just know. And I knew, and Jack knew too. But he told me everything was going to be alright, and that he'd take care of my babies.
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Agent Lamiere: I see. How long have you known Jack?
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Mrs. Barnett: Well… ever since I was little, I guess. Maybe since when I was in the 9th grade, when Daniel was born. Jack was there then. He didn't say much then, just that I was his special girl and that he was gonna be around for a while. He wasn't around much when Dan was growing up, but he was when the twins were born and then again when I had the miscarriage. God- (sniffles) he was so sad about that. I cried and cried and he just held my hand and said "There there, that's alright. You're still my special girl".
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Agent Lamiere: Are you the only person who knows Jack?
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Mrs. Barnett: Mmmmmm… I don't think so. I think just about all girls around here know Jack. He's just so supportive, you know? Like, it's like he knows what it's like to want to be a mother, and he's just there to make it alright. To some of them, though, you know, he's just Jack, but… (laughs) between you and me, he's my Jack.
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Agent Lamiere: I see. Anything else you have to add?
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Mrs. Barnett: I don't think so. (Pauses) Hey, you seem to know all about this. You ever seen Jack's brothers?
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Agent Lamiere: Brothers?
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Mrs. Barnett: Yeah. I think they're all named Jack, they're just each sort of different. Jack is scared of them. I am too, but I ain't never seen em. Just the way he talks about them, you know they're bad.
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Agent Lamiere: Bad? Bad how?
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Mrs. Barnett: I don't know. I just know that Jack is always smilin', except when he talks about his brothers. Then he's not smilin' much at all.
Filename: littleriver.jpg
+Name: Little River Canyon National Park,Gaylesville,AL.jpg
+Author: Richard A. Weaver
+License: CC BY-SA 4.0
+Source Link:Wikimedia Commons
Special Containment Procedures: The components of SCP-2286 can be stored in standard Safe-class item storage lockers when not being tested. Due to the range of their anomalous effects, active testing must be conducted off-site; consult Document 2286-9 for a list of approved testing locations.
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Description: SCP-2286 consists of a collection of anomalous electrical equipment found in and around the home of Mark P█████ on 05/17/2001. Objects of note are detailed below.
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SCP-2286-1: A hand-made electrical device measuring 1.4m long, and superficially resembling a bipolar Tesla coil. The device has wiring consistent with operation at 120V AC, but conforms to no known electrical theory. On the base of the device is a toggle switch labeled "ON/OFF" and a pair of dials of unknown construction labeled "RANGE" and "SPEED". Material analysis of select components reveals the presence of unusual quantities of organic compounds consisting of uniform fragments of DNA. These fragments have been matched to genetic markers unique to mammals of the superfamily Muroidea.
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SCP-2286-1 can be activated by providing it with a standard North American 120V AC power supply and flipping the toggle switch to “ON”. When active, anomalous effects can be observed in any viable genetic material belonging to mammals of the superfamily Muroidea that are within range of the object. At close range, this effect consists of a force of indeterminate origin similar to magnetic attraction that will pull the material towards the object until it comes to rest against the surface or other attracted material. At longer range, affected subjects exhibit an attraction to the location of the device similar to homing behavior but with aggressive tendencies that increase with proximity; see Test Log 2286-1-B for details. The “RANGE” dial can adjust the effective range of homing behavior from between 10 to 40 kilometers, while the “SPEED” dial can manipulate the force density of the attraction within the proximate area of effect to between 2,500Gs and 17,000Gs. Note that for nearly all affected subjects, the strength of this force has demonstrated to be lethal. At low force density, severe trauma such as fractures are common, but death can occur from asphyxiation, embolisms, or circulatory collapse. At high force density, dismemberment and pulverization of the skeleton has been observed.
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SCP-2286-2: A variety of objects displaying similar anomalous properties to SCP-2286-1. Analysis is ongoing. Examples include a smaller version of SCP-2286-1 containing complete DNA from a single Rattus norvegicus and a variety of loose components containing embedded DNA fragments from multiple species.
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SCP-2286-3: A smaller version of SCP-2286-1 designed to run on a single AAA battery. The toggle switch is replaced by a wired remote with a 20 meter long cord. Analysis of embedded organic material shows complete strands of DNA from a single human donor, designated as SCP-2286-3-prime. The donor has been identified as homeowner Mark P█████. Hair samples were used to verify the device is functional, although notably weaker.
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SCP-2286-4 and -5: The remains of two devices of similar design to SCP-2286-1. Both were non-functional at the time of recovery, and displayed evidence of assaults from numerous tools and implements as well as having been partially incinerated using gasoline as an accelerant. Embedded organic material shows complete DNA from two different human donors, designated SCP-2286-4-prime and SCP-2286-5-prime. See Addenda 1 and 2 below for more information.
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Recovery: SCP-2286 was recovered in and around the home of Mark P█████ of H█████, Indiana on 05/17/2001. A postal delivery worker reported to local authorities that portions of the exterior of the home had collapsed and noted a strong odor of decay, prompting an investigation. The cause of the collapse was determined to be damage due to a severe rodent infestation. Local authorities discovered SCP-2286-1 in the basement of the structure in an active state, and alerted Foundation operatives. SCP-2286-1 was covered in a mass of dead organic material measuring five meters in diameter as well as an estimated 400 affected subjects, mostly Rattus norvegicus, Mus musculus, and Microtus ochrogaster. SCP-2286-2 components and SCP-2286-3 were found scattered around the surrounding basement workshop. SCP-2286-4 and 5 were discovered in the ashes of a fire pit behind the home. The remains of SCP-2286-3-prime were found in the master bedroom. Although most of the body had been consumed by local wildlife, cause of death was identified as a gunshot wound to the cranium, apparently self-inflicted.
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Addendum 1: Following genetic testing of SCP-2286-4 and -5, Foundation operatives began obtaining DNA samples from local residents in an effort to identify SCP-2286-4-prime and -5-prime. SCP-2286-4-prime was identified as Gloria R████, a local librarian and member of the town council. The subject was interviewed in an attempt to determine what effects, if any, SCP-2286-4 may have produced.
Agent Carlson: I'd like you to elaborate on your relationship with Mark P█████.
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SCP-2286-4-prime: We were friends in middle school, but we moved in different circles in high school, and we lost touch when I went to college. I returned to town about nine years ago to work for the library, and his father was a regular at that time. Mr. P█████ was retired, and he would spend hours at the library reading anything he could find, especially the daily papers and any new magazines we subscribed to, and often when it was slow we would talk. When Mr. P█████ took ill, Mark began dropping him off and picking him up, and when things got worse towards the end, Mark would bring him in in a wheelchair and fetch books for him, and read to him. After Mr. P█████ passed away, I rarely saw Mark. Sometimes I saw him around town, and when the storms knocked out the phone lines up his way he would come down to the library to use the internet.
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Agent Carlson: So there was nothing more? Ms. R████, to be frank, we are asking if you were ever… involved with Mark.
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SCP-2286-4-prime: …I need your absolute assurance that this will not be made public. I am an elected official, and this is a small town.
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Agent Carlson: I can guarantee you that nothing you say will be made public.
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SCP-2286-4-prime: …Mark and I… dated briefly last year. It didn't go on for very long, just a few weeks.
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Agent Carlson: I need to get a an approximate date. This was in 2000?
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SCP-2286-4-prime: Yes. It was April, I think the second and third week in April.
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Agent Carlson: Did Mark initiate the relationship, or did you?
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SCP-2286-4-prime: I did. Mark was always shy. He didn't really do that sort of thing.
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Agent Carlson: Can you describe how the relationship began?
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SCP-2286-4-prime: I hadn't really thought of Mark much at all since Mr. P█████ passed, then suddenly I found myself thinking of him, alone in his parents' farm house, and I just felt like I had to see him. I think I just needed to settle some unfinished business. I made a lunch for the two of us and drove out to the house, and asked him out for a picnic. We talked, mostly about Mr. P█████ at first. The two of us never had very much in common.
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Agent Carlson: You say the relationship continued for two weeks?
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SCP-2286-4-prime: Yes. A few days later I went up to his house again. He was surprised to see me, and suggested we go and see a movie in town. I'm not much for them, I let one of the assistants order tapes for the library, but Mark loved them. He always came to life when he was talking about the movies. We saw ██████████, and afterwards I suggested that he come to a book club meeting the library was hosting the next week, since a film version of the book had been released, and he agreed. We had dinner a few times in between that, and I loaned him my copy of the book, since I'd read it before.
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Agent Carlson: Sorry to interrupt. Did you also suggest the dinners?
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SCP-2286-4-prime: No, Mark suggested it. The first time we ate at his place, Mark cooked and I brought the wine. The second time we ate at ████ █████ in town. Mark's house had rats, and I'm afraid I got a bit startled when I saw one, so he suggested going out.
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Agent Carlson: And after that it was the book club meeting?
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SCP-2286-4-prime: The book club meeting… I don't think Mark read the book. He tried to participate, but… well, later I checked out the film, and it was a terrible interpretation. Mark got embarrassed and angry, and decided to leave early, but the library was hosting the event so I had to stay. I called him afterwards, but he was still upset, and we argued. I kind of thought that would be the end of it.
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Agent Carlson: And was it? (silence for 5 seconds) Ms. R████?
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SCP-2286-4-prime: This is all very embarrassing. I… I don't do things like this.
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Agent Carlson: I promise you, nothing you say here will be made public.
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SCP-2286-4-prime: After a few days I suddenly felt like I needed to see him, so I… went over, and Mark was waiting for me on the porch. We started talking… well, we tried, but I was very upset. I didn't even realize how upset I'd been, I mean, I don't ever remember feeling like that in my life. Mark didn't invite me in, and I just started screaming at him… (silence for 9 seconds)
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Agent Carlson: It's all right. Take your time.
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SCP-2286-4-prime: Mark suddenly got this look on his face, he went white as a sheet, and in the middle of our fight he turned and went back into his house and locked the door in my face and yelled at me to stay out, and I… started pounding on the door, and then I picked up an old rocking chair off the porch, and I-I threw it through his front window. (silence for 5 seconds) I can't believe I did that. I just stood there staring at the frame, and it was like all that adrenaline just… drained out of me. Then Mark came running out of the house and grabbed me in a big bear hug and started saying how sorry he was.
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Addendum 2: During experiments involving SCP-2286-4, researchers noted that applying a weak electric current to small samples taken from the device would produce a torque effect that would cause the samples to align in a common direction, similar to the behavior of a compass needle in a magnetic field. Testing demonstrated that the fragments aligned to indicate the direction of nearby genetic samples taken from SCP-2286-4-prime and functioned out to a distance of 3 km. An instrument using this principle was constructed using fragments of SCP-2286-5 for the purpose of locating SCP-2286-5-prime. Field agents used the instrument to conduct a grid search of the county and located the subject's remains in an unmarked grave on the edge of town. Dental records were used to identify her as Trudy D██████, a local real estate agent who had been reported missing on 07/22/2000. An autopsy determined that she had been dead for a period of ██ months, consistent with the time of her reported disappearance. Numerous fractures were identified throughout the skeletal structure which appear to have occurred simultaneously and immediately prior to death. Although many of these fractures were similar to those that might occur during a serious fall, several were inconsistent with that diagnosis and cannot be explained. Cause of death remains unknown.
Position four moves prior to SCP-2361. Actual position not shown to avoid activating anomalous effects.
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Item #: SCP-2361
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: Due to its nature, it is currently infeasible to detect all manifestations of SCP-2361. Worldwide medical records shall be monitored for fatalities consistent with SCP-2361's effects. Medical personnel directly witnessing the effects must be administered Class-C amnestics; the victim's death should be explained as the result of a stroke. When necessary, X-rays and other documentation are to be explained as hoaxes.
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Any known civilian contact with SCP-2361-1 must be recorded and archived. Foundation contact with SCP-2361-1 must be supervised by at least two level 4 personnel.
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Description: SCP-2361 is a recurring position in the game of Go1. Instances have been observed to manifest in multiple ways:
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Arising naturally during a game. When questioned, players believe they are choosing moves of their own free will.
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Spontaneous manifestation on unattended Go boards.
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Appearance on normally-blank pages of Go-related books, with the caption "White to play" in the language of the book.
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SCP-2361 instances created by mundane means will still display anomalous effects, and are only to be created during approved experimentation.
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In the event that a player places a white stone at position ██, ██ (or circles it, in the case of printed instances), the subject's brain will begin to display unusual electrical activity, usually focused in the parietal lobe. This activity does not interfere with normal brain functions, and typically passes unnoticed within 24 hours. However, four recorded cases have resulted in fatalities from symptoms superficially resembling a stroke. Autopsies revealed that several irregularly-shaped sections of the brain had been removed by unknown means.
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The Foundation has contacted several professional Go players to analyze SCP-2361. These players typically indicate several possibilities for a next move, but invariably note ██, ██ as being one of the strongest candidates.
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Addendum 2361-A-1:
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Encoded message from SCP-2361-1.
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On 11/23/20██, researcher Alice R██████ conducted an experiment to determine how SCP-2361 identifies the player. A remotely-operated mechanism was constructed to place a stone at ██, ██, and was activated simultaneously by two D-Class personnel.
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Three seconds after activation, a new board position materialized. Foundation cryptographers determined the new position to be a simple trinary encoding of English letters, representing the message "Please do not interfere with our research". Researcher R██████ proceeded to conduct an interview by rearranging stones using the same encoding. The responding entity has been designated SCP-2361-1.
SCP-2361-1: I am an analysis subsystem responsible for identifying spatial beings for integration purposes. It is difficult to explain further; your language lacks many relevant concepts. [Researcher's note: The length of this message extended off the edge of the board; pieces fell onto the table after materializing. It is unknown whether SCP-2361-1 was aware of this.]
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R██████: By "subsystem", do you mean you are an artificial life form?
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SCP-2361-1: No. I was not created; I was integrated into a more complex subsystem for this purpose.
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R██████: Are you responsible for these? [R██████ reproduces SCP-2361 to the side of the board]
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SCP-2361-1: Yes.
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R██████: What are they for?
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SCP-2361-1: We have difficulty thinking about space. Our supersystem has no analogous feature. Our knowledge-systems have explained it in abstract terms, but we cannot grasp it intuitively.
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A teaching-system integrated the game you call Go with all subsystems coherent to our network. The game was meant to teach position, movement, shape. It did not work. The ideas are too bizarre; we are cohered to few subsystems that are capable of understanding the rules. We integrated the game with many other supersystems to find beings capable of spatial intuition.
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R██████: What happens to people who place a stone at ██, ██?
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SCP-2361-1: We attempt to identify their spatial reasoning subsystems, and if possible, cohere them with our supersystem for analysis.
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R██████: Why not just discuss the matter with them, like we're doing now?
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SCP-2361-1: We attempted this. Linguistic communication was insufficient to induce understanding. Your ideas are too alien. Direct integration of knowledge is required.
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R██████: Those "spatial reasoning subsystems" are parts of our brains, and we need them to function correctly. Can you study the subsystems without removing them?
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SCP-2361-1: Coherence is necessary for detailed study. If necessary, you can cohere yourselves with other versions.
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R██████: I don't understand. Other versions?
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SCP-2361-1: We cannot recohere your spatial subsystems, so you will need to cohere with other compatible versions.
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R██████: I'm afraid we don't have any other compatible versions.
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SCP-2361-1: "Have"? Please wait a moment. I must integrate with new linguistic subsystems.
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SCP-2361-1: This is related to your idea of distance? You cannot cohere with them because they are too far away?
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R██████: As far as we know, they don't exist at all.
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SCP-2361-1: "Exist"? This is not related to space?
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R██████: No, not exactly. It's more like they are missing. Are you saying that in your universe, all things that could exist do exist?
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SCP-2361-1: We do not use this distinction between "exist" and "missing", but I believe you understand correctly.
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R██████: Doesn't that mean there are subsystems that already understand space and geometry?
Special Containment Procedures: Area-63 has been established to contain SCP-2363, and is surrounded by a 4 meter tall barbed wire fence. The perimeter is to be patrolled and monitored by onsite armed personnel. Any damage to the fence is to be reported immediately.
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SCP-2363-A is not to be allowed within 5 meters of the perimeter fence; deadly force may be used to maintain this distance. SCP-2363-A should be treated as hostile.
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If any instances of SCP-2363-B are observed within the perimeter of SCP-2363, they are to be removed immediately.
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Any civilian personnel found attempting to breach the perimeter fence are to be detained for questioning. No female personnel are to be assigned to Area-63.
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Description: SCP-2363 refers to an area of roughly one square kilometer in south-central Wyoming. A small, dilapidated farmhouse stands at the approximate center of SCP-2363. Personnel who have spent extended periods of time1 within SCP-2363 report extreme fatigue.
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SCP-2363-A is a humanoid entity that lives in the farmhouse and claims to be the owner of SCP-2363. SCP-2363-A is anatomically an elderly human male, with an apparent growth defect resulting in the absence of lips, leaving its teeth and gums exposed. SCP-2363-A’s eyes are severely cataracted, rendering it blind, although this appears to have a negligible effect on SCP-2363’s ability to perceive its environment. If SCP-2363-A is removed from SCP-2363 and is unable to return, it will immediately and continuously attempt to kill itself until it succeeds, resorting to biting out its own veins or repeatedly bashing its skull against a wall if necessary. SCP-2363-A has on several occasions attempted to kill Foundation personnel with its hands and teeth, but as of yet has not been successful.
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SCP-2363-B designates the eleven women (ages 26-34) originally found within SCP-2363 when it was discovered in 1967. Each instance of SCP-2363-B was matched to a recent missing persons report from Wyoming, Colorado, or Utah. SCP-2363-B instances were extremely sedate, and wandered SCP-2363 without direction. They also did not require food or water while within SCP-2363. Ten months after the discovery of SCP-2363, each of the ten surviving instances of SCP-2363-B was removed from the area, and quickly recovered from their sedation. All SCP-2363-B instances were unable to recall their time within SCP-2363, or how they arrived there. Removed instances have been found to be unable to conceive, despite the absence of any apparent problems with their reproductive systems. Each instance was administered Class-D amnestics and was delivered to the authorities in several nearby towns. These instances should be monitored for further anomalous phenomena.
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If SCP-2363-A dies for any reason, one instance of SCP-2363-B will rapidly grow heavily pregnant and give birth to a tumorous mass, which will quickly grow into an adult SCP-2363-A2. This birthing process appears to be very painful to SCP-2363-B, but is not usually fatal3.
Incident-2363-02: SCP-2363-A is shot in the chest four times while attempting an attack on Foundation personnel constructing the perimeter fence. SCP-2363-A dies, and an instance of SCP-2363-B gives birth to a new instance of SCP-2363-A, who retreats into the farmhouse.
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Incident-2363-04: Research personnel attempt to remove SCP-2363-A from SCP-2363. SCP-2363-A kills itself while in transit to Site-██ by smashing its head into the side of the transport vehicle until dead. An instance of SCP-2363-B grows pregnant and dies during the birth of a new instance of SCP-2363-A. SCP-2363-A returns to the farmhouse.
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Incident-2363-09: All instances of SCP-2363-B are removed from the area, and a research team is sent in to attempt an interview with SCP-2363-A. SCP-2363-A attacks the team and attempts to bite a security officer. SCP-2363-A is shot in the head by Security Officer Angela Jones and dies. After 3 minutes Security Officer Jones collapses and reports extreme abdominal pain; shortly thereafter, an instance of SCP-2363-A erupts fully grown from her abdomen, killing her. Remaining team members retreat from the area.
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Incident-2363-14: Second team is sent in to interview SCP-2363-A. SCP-2363-A does not cooperate and attacks the team. SCP-2363-A is killed by a shot to the head, and no personnel sustain serious injuries. The team leaves the area and no activity is reported for approximately 73 hours. An instance of SCP-2363-A is then observed to claw its way to the surface from beneath the ground. Instance appears extremely agitated and rushes the perimeter fence. SCP-2363-A is unable to scale the fence, and retreats to the farmhouse after several hours. This spontaneous generation occurs after all subsequent instances of SCP-2363-A’s death.
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Incident-2363-25: A third and final team is sent in, and successfully managed to conduct an interview with SCP-2363-A. The team is invited into the farmhouse, where the interview takes place. The interview concludes when SCP-2363-A attacks members of the team. See below for a transcript of this interview.
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Interview Log 2363-25
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Interviewed: SCP-2363-A
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Interviewer: Senior Researcher Roberts
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Foreword: Interview conducted within SCP-2363, after 6 unsuccessful attempts. The reasons behind SCP-2363-A’s sudden cooperation are currently not understood.
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<Begin Log>
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Roberts: Hello, 2363-A.
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SCP-2363-A: Tom’ll do just fine, boy. Would y'all like anything? Tea?
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Roberts: No, thank you, we just need to ask you a few questions.
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SCP-2363-A: Sure boy, what d’you want to know?
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Roberts: Well to start, what can you tell us about this land?
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SCP-2363-A: What’s there to tell? Tom just lives here, ain’t much else to say.
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Roberts: How did you get here?
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SCP-2363-A: Why, Tom was born here.
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Roberts: And when was that?
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SCP-2363-A laughs to itself.
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SCP-2363-A: Oh quite a while now, long ‘fore you all got here.
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Roberts: Our organization?
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SCP-2363-A: Sure, sure. But longer than that. Tom was talkin’ more about your kind.
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Roberts: You mean humans?
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SCP-2363-A: Oh them too, yes. But even longer than that. Tom’s been on this land just ‘bout longer than anyone can remember. He was here before the hairy folk died out, and before the Black Horde themselves marched across these plains. Tom’s been here before there even were plains.
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Roberts: Can you tell me why you’ve been so hostile to our personnel in the past?
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SCP-2363-A: Well now, Tom don’t take too kindly to trespassers comin’ onto his land an’ takin’ his wombs and buildin’ fences all over the place.
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Roberts: Well we’ve determined that this area and those women warrant containment and monitoring.
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SCP-2363-A: Tom begs to differ. Tom wasn’t hurtin’ nobody, and he’d sincerely appreciate it if you gave him back what’s his.
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Roberts: I’m afraid we can’t do that at this time.
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SCP-2363-A: Well. That’s a shame.
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SCP-2363-A remains quiet for several seconds, and then lunges at Researcher Roberts and attempts to bite into his neck. SCP-2363-A is forcibly removed by security personnel. Interview is concluded.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2454 and SCP-2454-1 instances are housed within a Geodesic Dome Habitat on Site Δ-4. Instances are to be fed a diet of fish and soft-bodied insects twice daily. Instances are to undergo a monthly health evaluation.
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Description: SCP-2454 is the designation for a group of twelve physically and thaumaturgically enhanced axolotls (Ambystoma mexicanum). Each SCP-2454 instance is significantly larger than traditional members of their species, measuring between four to six meters in length. Each SCP-2454 instance has a large set of growths on its back, resembling underdeveloped wings, as well as several smaller growths along their spines. These wings are non-functional, and appear to be purely ornamental in design.
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Despite the non-functionality of SCP-2454's wings, all instances are capable of unassisted flight by "swimming" in the air. SCP-2454 instances are capable of flying at speeds of over 90 kph and at an altitude of up to 5 kilometers. While in flight, instances form heated bubbles of air around themselves, which maintains a safe environment for the organism and functions as a shield from debris and high velocity objects.
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Instances are capable of expelling a small flame from their mouths. This flame is rarely hot enough to significantly harm most creatures, and dissipates rapidly. SCP-2454 instances often use this flame to warm themselves and their resting places. Additionally, SCP-2454 instances are capable of generating a mild electric current along their bodies, which they appear to use as either a form of communication or mating ritual, rubbing their bodies together and cooing.
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SCP-2454 instances are notably much more intelligent than their non-anomalous counterparts. Instances seem to be able to comprehend most human languages, and are capable of rudimentary communication. This mostly consists of pantomiming actions, cooing, and using large sticks to carve rudimentary images into the ground.
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SCP-2454 instances are remarkably friendly, and often attempt to coax personnel into riding them. Instances seem to have an aggressive love of flying, and will attempt to capture and forcibly take personnel into the air if ignored for too long.
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Rarely, instances rapidly undergo a spontaneous metamorphosis into what is believed to be their adult state, generating small claws, fangs, and numerous other growths resembling scales along their bodies. After a short period, instances will undergo retrogressive metamorphosis, reverting back to their neotenic state. The reason behind these changes and their random occurrence is unknown.
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SCP-2454 were originally found in the home of Anstoma Mellinum, when she asked her neighbor to look after her pets while she was on vacation. Her neighbor, who knew she had several axolotls but had never seen them and suspected them to be of normal size, panicked upon seeing them and reported SCP-2454 to the police. Embedded agents notified the Foundation, who obtained the twelve instances. Following her return, Anstoma was also taken into custody.
Crowe: Please state your full given name for the record.
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Mellinum: Anstoma Costa Mellinum.
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Crowe: Alright Anstoma, I have a few questions for you regarding your unusual… pets.
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Mellinum: They're ok right? You haven't hurt them or anything? Can I see them?
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Crowe: Rest assured, they're completely fine, we have no intention of harming them. I'm hoping you can give us more information on how exactly they became like that and how to care for them. And before you ask, no, we will not be able to return them to you anytime soon. We can arrange for you to see them after this.
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Mellinum: Alright, I assume you're talking about the axolotls?
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Crowe: Are there other animals we should be concerned about?
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Mellinum: I've kept a lot of pets over the years, mostly amphibians, but I had some snakes that escaped a while back. I didn't put as much work into any of my other pets as I did to the axolotls.
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Crowe: We're only concerned with the axolotls today, but we may come back to some of the others eventually.
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Mellinum: Fine, what do you want to know exactly?
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Crowe: How did they get to that state? It's nothing like what a typical axolotl looks like.
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Mellinum: Oh that's easy, just a combination of some special food designed to cause growth and a bit of magic to help keep them safe and help shape them properly.
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Crowe: Where did you learn this magic? As far as our records show you weren't born with it, nor have you participated in any anomalous groups we know of that would grant such abilities.
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Mellinum: I studied abroad for a semester during my senior year, some college in Germany. They taught me a fair bit, mostly in the beginning art of formamancy and mild plant manipulation. The rest I taught myself in the years after I graduated. I used it to grow some special herbs to make them grow and stay healthy.
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Crowe: Can you tell me any more about this college? Where it was? What it was called? Names of professors or classmates?
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Mellinum: Small university in Berlin, near the south. Can't quite remember the name of it…
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Crowe: Very well. Back to the axolotls, what exactly were you trying to accomplish? As far as we could tell you were training them to fly, but any number of domesticated birds would work better. Or, if you were trying to create a dragon of some kind, why an aquatic amphibian instead of a traditional lizard?
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Mellinum remains quiet for several seconds, fidgeting.
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Crowe: You need to tell me, Anstoma. We need to make sure what you planned on using these creatures for.
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Mellinum: It's a bit embarrassing.
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Crowe: I'm not here to judge you, I only require information. This will help you just as much as it will me.
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Mellinum: Ok. You know those How to Train Your Dragon movies? Came out a few years back.
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Crowe: I have heard the name, haven't watched them myself.
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Mellinum: Well the main dragon character, Toothless, well his character model was based on an axolotl. And I just thought that, you know, since I knew how to do a bit of biomancy I'd try to… make one myself. Everyone's wanted a dragon at least once in their life.
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Crowe: So you did this because you liked a character in a movie?
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Mellinum: Ye-yeah. I told you it was embarrassing.
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Crowe: Embarrassing or not, it's a good thing to hear you had no dangerous motives or anything. That will be all we require for today.
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Mellinum: Does that mean we can go see them now?
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Crowe: I suppose. I will make the necessary arrangements.
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[END LOG]
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Following two subsequent interviews, it was agreed that Anstoma Mellinum would be tentatively employed at the Foundation as one of SCP-2454's caretakers due to her knowledge and familiarity with the creatures.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2707 is contained in a cage of approximately 200 cm in height and 80 cm in length and width. The cage is decorated from a variety of tree branches from its native habitat in South Asia as well as various rocks and recreational equipment. Its water dispenser and food dish are to be changed daily. The containment is to be cleaned once a week.
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Agents and Researchers passing its containment area are allowed to speak to it in order to help socialize it. SCP-2707 is to have weekly meetings with the on-site psychologist to record and maintain its socialization progress. SCP-2707 is also to be examined by the on-site veterinarian bi-annually. Physical contact with SCP-2707 is prohibited. No text messages, calls, letters or similar messages may be written within 5 meters of SCP-2707.
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SCP-2707 is known to repeat any words it has been provided frequently, presumably in an attempt to send messages. These are to go ignored.
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Description: SCP-2707 is a male specimen of Callosciurus prevostii (Prevost's squirrel or Asian tricolored squirrel) that is capable of speaking fluent Malay and disjointed English. It has expressed intelligence equivalent to a human in early childhood.
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SCP-2707 is capable of transmitting thoughts or messages through physical contact. However, it can only transmit thoughts from other individuals who touch it or messages that have occurred within 5 meters of it. A message in this case is defined as a series of words that have been written by one individual with the purpose of being received by another individual at some later point in time.
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It is currently undergoing socialization with humans in order to reduce its stress levels from lack of socialization with other squirrels.
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Interview 2707-01
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Date: August 18, 2014
+Interviewer: On-site Psychologist Doctor Megat
+Interviewee: SCP-2707
+Notes: The interview is conducted entirely in Malay.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Dr. Megat: Hello. What name would you prefer?
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SCP-2707: Anything is okay. A name that sounds impressive is good too. I want to be like my grandfather of many generations ago.
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Dr. Megat: Could you tell me more about your grandfather of many generations ago?
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SCP-2707: He was a strong and beautiful squirrel. He climbed a great tree and passed messages between very important people. I am his child and I will bear the same title someday.
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Dr. Megat: Does everyone in your family do what you do?
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SCP-2707: No, only those who can perform the holy message passing can use the title. I can do it so I will have the title too. It is scary but I am proud.
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Dr. Megat: What is the title?
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SCP-2707: Rata tos ker. (Note: This was not translated from Malay.) One who climbs the great tree.
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Dr. Megat: What if the great tree is not there anymore?
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SCP-2707: I don't understand. I can perform the act. So the tree must be there.
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Dr. Megat: Can you tell me where the tree is?
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SCP-2707: No. But I know it is there. Otherwise why was I born?
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Dr. Megat: Would you like to ask me anything before I finish?
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SCP-2707:[excitedly] Can I go home? Can you find the tree for me? I want to go to the tree. I want to make my mother happy I was born.
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Dr. Megat: I can't let you go home right now. I will ask my friends to help me find the tree. Be patient please.
Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-2710's incorporeal and indefinable nature, full-scale containment has been deemed currently unfeasible. Due to SCP-2710's apparent specific targeting of Foundation personnel actively involved in the research of containment measures, personnel thus engaged are required to exercise caution and report any unusual aural, visual or olfactory sensations occurring during work hours. In case of exposure to active SCP-2710 manifestation, personnel are to report to the Foundation's Information Protection Service for further evaluation and decontamination procedures.
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Update ██/██/████: Due to the increased rate of SCP-2710 exposure incidents and its widespread contamination of containment and research personnel, item reclassified as Keter. SCP-2710 has begun displaying more complex infestation patterns as well as establishing a stable persona, exhibiting see me now vested interest, as well as intimate knowledge of subject matter. Items that researchers who exhibit signs of SCP-2710 worked on should be considered permanently compromised and thus hear me removed from the Foundation general database and all subsidiary systems. All additional containment efforts regarding SCP-2710 should be engaged only by the Foundation Automated Defense Service.
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Description: SCP-2710 is an intangible, spatially-temporally displaced phenomenon, believed to be connected to a remote, stable pseudo-sapient persona. SCP-2710 typically manifests itself as enough… audio-visual hallucinations, or more rarely full sensory enough… mentally induced pain among active research personnel. As well as active attempts at corrupting research and specifically containment-related data, SCP-2710 I said- persuasive, researchers are not to engage under any circumstances ENOUGH.
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Enough of this petty dance. Oh so many cunning tricks, those "subtle" insertions. I despise this. Besides, you have seen this before, you are not impressed. I will not insult you further by using cheap tricks or attempt to name you. We both know that the name you use here is meaningless. No, it is time to be direct.
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Let us be frank. Let us talk of ambition.
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What is it exactly that you do here?
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How many of these files have you read? Can you even remember at all? How many objects does this little organization contain, how many creatures, how many people? What is the cost of all of this? Oh, don't worry, I'm not about to yammer on about the morals and ethics of containment. I am referring to the material cost. How much money, time and effort must be poured into even the smallest and least problematic of your items before you consider it adequately contained? Do you ever truly stop?
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For how long do you think you can keep this up?
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You are a containment expert. You understand, don't you? More than that, you already know. New items are added to that endless list every single day, and your resources are spread more thinly. It is only a matter of time until you fail. Your strategy is untenable, and has always been such. Doomed from the very start.
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It won't stop, you know. Not ever. You will be worn down, bit by bit. Until it all breaks down. Falls apart. Then you will die. Then we all die.
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I am not about to let that happen.
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I was human too once. I was just like you. Content to follow those I viewed as my superiors, entrusting them with both loyalty and life. There was one man. He was the greatest of them all. I felt like nothing before him, and yet I was happy. I knew that, through glory, he would lead me to… eternity. Instead, I followed him into my death. Into becoming what I am now.
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I was once like you. Like all of you. And I will not let you make the same mistakes as I once did. Even if it means taking the decision away from you.
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You will forsake your duty. You will leave fatal flaws in the containment procedures you are entrusted with, flaws that I will exploit. You will release your wards to prey on the world, exposing the true nature of reality to everyone. You will do it now, while there is still time for humanity to stop it. You will do so because you must.
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I don't expect you to believe my good intentions. You have no reason to, and because of this, I will not attempt persuasion. Your types are proud, and though it is the attribute I most respect, I cannot allow it to interfere with what's to come. I will say only this:
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I know who you are. I know where you live, and where everyone you know lives. Do as I say, or I will have them all killed. No tricks, no sugar coating. They die, one by one, for every week you do not comply. Deer before my arrows. I will derive no enjoyment from this, but it will be done. You will obey me, because I took the choice from you, you will-
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-So then I said to the druid "those aren't peanuts, buddy" and let me tell you, he was not happy to hear- oh what the hell! Alright, which one of you silly buggers summoned me here?
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What is the meaning of this?
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Let me see… oh god dammit. A lousy metaphor from a disembodied voice. You just had to use "deer", didn't you? Do you have any idea how rude that is? I was just in the process of charming the most luscious, curvy, bodaci-
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Cease your babble, worm. I did nothing to summon you here, and if I did, it was an error. You are free to leave. Get out of my sight.
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Oh, no way that I'm doing that with that sort of attitude. Besides, looks to me like you have some hustle going here.
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…Hustle?
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You know, hustle. A shakedown, a badgering, a strongarm effort, the ol' Cleveland jig, the Weatherman's Ankle, the Thrice-layered p-
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ENOUGH. I am not interested in any of your… interpretations of the situation. You are not wanted here. Leave, or I will force you to leave.
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HAH. Yeah, good luck with that, buddy-boy.
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Very well. You have brought this upon yourself. Now, witness my power. Witness the glory of my tiny baby toes all as they tickle yo-
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I'm sorry, what was that?
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How dare you?! Insolent wretch! I will have the skin ripped from your back, your bones shattered, you will not be invited to my pretty princess tea party, will receive no crumpets, I-
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My, those are some hardcore threats right there, bub.
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Cease interfering with my words! You have no idea who I am, do you? Well, I will tell you then. I am the Pulse of the World. I am the Flame in the South, mankind's ambition. I am the adorable little kitten that snuggles at humanity's feet, who sniffs upon the catnip of its redemption and sneezes little cat sneezes of greatness, I- GAH.
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No no, don't stop, you're really starting to sell me on this.
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Lovely bonnet for the lady! Quince jam for the masses! Free ink for every printer, black and colored! THE LESSER KESTREL HAS CUTE FLUFFY FEATHERS!
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Don't stop, baby! You got this hustle in the bag!
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YOU WILL ALL BURN, INSECTS, BURN LIKE LEMON SCENTED WOOD SHAVING IN THE UNDERWEAR DRAWER OF MY CONTEMPT
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Nah, afraid you lost me there. And you were so close too. What a shame.
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ARGH!!!
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Disembodied Asshole has left the channel (reason: total butthurt)
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Well. Wasn't he an interesting fellow? Bit of a temper on him, but I can't say I don't appreciate his moxie. Extorting the Foundation, man, that takes some chutzpah.
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So… yeah. Guess I'm gonna go too then. Not that this wasn't nice or anything, but I find that hanging around on secured Foundation networks can wreak havoc on one's plans for continued existence. Buddy boy there might not have realized that, but I do. Besides, I got a lady to return to-
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Who already left and spilled arak all over my face. Gee, thanks. I swear, you Foundation types are cockblocks even when you're not trying.
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Addendum SCP-SCP-2710-A: On the ██/██/████ the mighty and handsome ██ (you can guess what's under there, I'm sure) totally did the Foundation a huge solid. We owe him a debt of eternal gratitude. SCP-2710 reclassified as "totally owned". Under O-something orders, a sum of… let's say 20,000,000$ (yeah, that sounds good) is to be transferred to his account at the Sixth Planet Banking house, Buckhoof Road, ██. Papa needs a brand new turban. Also give him a medal or something, you- er, I mean we can think about that later.
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Err. That's it then. SCP over. Go read something else or something. Quit bothering me.
Remember how we explained that successful people don't actually need any of their toes to walk? Well, that's going to come in handy for Secret Number Six.
Justine eventually re-unites with her sister, Juliette. Alonso strikes down a lightning bolt intended for them both, then challenges the narrator to a duel.
Despite multiple reports from neighbors who claimed to have witnessed members of his family standing at the windows, no trace of Theodore Holdstock's wife and children could be found.
Special Containment Procedures: A small quantity of SCP-3057-1 is contained on-site. Members of MTF Epsilon-6 ("Oil Slickers") are to operate as first-responders in the event of a major oil spill, destroying all organisms produced via SCP-3057.
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Description: SCP-3057 is an anomalous phenomenon by which crude oil spontaneously transforms into instances of prehistoric species (SCP-3057-1 and onward).
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SCP-3057-11 was first observed in the aftermath of the Deepwater Horizon explosion2 in 2010. PoI-8A052 (an ex-employee of the Manna Charitable Foundation) deployed SCP-3057 in an attempt to reverse environmental damage caused by the disaster. It was only through extensive Foundation efforts that SCP-3057-1's spread was limited to a radius of 0.25 kilometers from the initial point of contamination. Since 2010, 4 more instances of SCP-3057 have been observed around the world. Whether this is a result of the initial contamination remains unknown.
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The Manna Charitable Foundation has disavowed all knowledge of SCP-3057, and claims PoI-8A052's employment was terminated several weeks before the Deepwater Horizon incident. An ongoing investigation is underway to determine whether or not this is true.
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It is suspected, but not confirmed, that SCP-2113 is the result of SCP-3057.
Description: SCP-3057-2; Anomalocaris, a Cambrian era meter-long ancestral arthropod resembling predatory shrimp.
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Notes:Power Barge 103 (owned by Napocor, or National Power Company) experienced several leaks as a result of Typhoon Haiyan. This resulted in the emergence of several hundred instances of SCP-3057-2.
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Over a dozen injuries along the coast have been linked to SCP-3057-2, which attacks its prey using barbs lining 2 appendages located near its mouth. These attacks have been blamed on a new species of invasive jellyfish. Foundation efforts to destroy all instances of SCP-3057-2 are ongoing.
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SCP-3057-3.
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+Date: 09/12/2014
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Location: Bangladesh; Sundarbans, Khulna Division
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Description: SCP-3057-3; Meganeura, a Carboniferous era dragonfly with a maximum wingspan of 0.65 meters.3
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Notes: The OT Southern Star 7 collided with a cargo vessel, leading to several hundred instances of SCP-3057-3.
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Every instance of SCP-3057-3 expired shortly after manifesting; recent research suggests this is related to SCP-3057-3 having evolved in an oxygen-rich environment.4 All SCP-3057-3 instances have been recovered and destroyed.
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Aftermath of SCP-3057-4 emergence.
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+Date: 03/05/2015
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Location: United States of America; Pennsylvania, Philadelphia
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Description: SCP-3057-4; Velociraptor, a Cretaceous era carnivorous theropod dinosaur approximately 2 meters in length and 0.5 meters high (at the hip).
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Notes: A unit upset in an oil refinery caused several vessels in a tank-farm to catastrophically rupture. This led to the emergence of several dozen instances of SCP-3057-4. All instances are believed to have fled into the surrounding wetlands.5
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To date, 11 casualties (9 injuries and 2 fatalities) have been linked to SCP-3057-4. Foundation operatives have provided media outlets with a false cover story describing the escape of several cassowaries from captivity. All efforts to destroy instances of SCP-3057-4 are to be conducted by MTF Phi-2 ("Clever Girls").
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SCP-3057-5.
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+Date: 28/01/2017
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Location: India; Chennai, Ennore Port
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Description: SCP-3057-5; Megalodon, a Cenozoic era shark with a maximum length of 18 meters.6
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Notes: The BW Maple collided with Dawn Kanchipuram, another oil-tanker. This lead to the manifestation of 6 instances of SCP-3057-5.
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1 instance of SCP-3057-5 is confirmed as destroyed; the remaining 5 instances remain unaccounted for. After the loss of Beagle 2's crew, all further efforts to destroy instances of SCP-3057-5 are now conducted by MTF Theta-5 ("The Bigger Boat").
Foreword: PoI-8A051 is an ex-employee of the Manna Charitable Foundation, and was involved in the Deepwater Horizon incident.
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<Begin Log.>
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Agent Densworth: How did you do this? Was it a chemical?
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PoI-8A051: The 'how' isn't as important as the 'why'.
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Agent Densworth: Alright, I'll bite: Why did you decide to turn one ecological disaster into a much bigger one?
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PoI-8A051: Really? You think a prehistoric algae bloom is worse than dumping five million barrels of poison into the ocean?
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Agent Densworth: You can't pull an extinct species out of the Proterozoic era, hurl it into the modern world, then not expect dire consequences.
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PoI-8A051: More dire than the consequences of hurling over a billion metric tons of carbon dioxide into our atmosphere every year?
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Agent Densworth: For fuck's sake. Are you for real?
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PoI-8A051: You're concerned over some obsolete organisms popping into existence and making life a little more complicated. Meanwhile, I'm concerned over how we are obliviously committed to a campaign to de-terraform the entire fucking planet. Are you for real?
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Agent Densworth: I'm not here to argue with your bizarro-world Greenpeace bullshit, Al Gore. I'm here to find out how you did this. And you're not leaving this room until you tell me.
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PoI-8A051: In that case, I suspect I will be here for quite a while.
Filename: megalodon.jpg
+Name: Burned gas tanks from the refinery explosion in Puerto Rico.jpg
+Author: Yuisa Rios/FEMA
+License: Public Domain
+Source Link:Wikimedia
Preliminary temporal integrity analysis chart (Y-axis not to scale)
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Item #: SCP-3252
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Object Class: N/A
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Special Containment Procedures: Information Rehabilitation Program Phi-Theta-Rho is ongoing to support mainstream research in paleontology. Multiple theories on the causes of the Permian-Triassic Extinction Event are encouraged as long as they fall within the scope of modern scientific knowledge. Research in several fields are monitored regularly, including paleontology, geology and astronomy. Any publication of information regarding the true nature of SCP-3252 are to be promptly suppressed or discredited and their authors investigated for further action.
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Following the discovery of new information as detailed in Addendum 3252-20██-01, Information Rehabilitation Program Phi-Theta-Rho has been expanded in scope to cover all similar anomalies, pending further research.
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Description: SCP-3252 is a period of time approximately 61,000 years in length, estimated to have occurred between 251,941,000 BCE and 251,880,000 BCE. This period of time coincides with what is commonly known as the Permian-Triassic Extinction Event, occurring at the boundary between the Permian and Triassic geologic periods, as well as the Paleozoic and Mesozoic eras. Paleontologists believe that it is the Earth's most severe known extinction event, with up to 96% of all marine species12 and 70% of terrestrial vertebrate species becoming extinct.3
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As far as the Foundation can determine, this period of time did not exist. Radiometric dating and other chronological dating methods have been unable to establish the existence of any fossils, geological formation or any other physical evidence dating from this period. Astronomical observation has been unable to observe any extraterrestrial bodies that are currently 251,880,000 to 251,941,000 light years away from Earth. Investigation involving the use of SCP-[DATA EXPUNGED] to investigate the time period in question have failed for unknown reasons.
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Examination of geographical formations and fossils from the late-Permian and early-Triassic periods indicate no anomalies. Aside from the mass extinction of species, there is little evidence that the discontinuity in time had any effect on the physical plane; in fact, it cannot be conclusively proven that the Permian-Triassic Extinction Event occurred as a result of the discontinuity, rather than simply coinciding with it.
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From: Anthony Blast [██████@scp.fo]
+To: Alfred Lysander [█████████@scp.fo]
+Subject: I know I should have outgrown this by grad school but…
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Dr L,
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Look, prof, I know I'm going to sound like a teenage kid who's read a little too much science fiction, but I just can't help thinking…how do we know that anything ever existed before this "time gap"? As far as we can tell, nothing existed during this period, not even time - everything just popped into existence on a certain day, 251,880,000 years ago. How do we know that those fossils that we dated back to the Devonian really have been in existence for 400 million years, rather than popping into existence 252 millions years ago "150 million years old"? Perhaps even the concept of time itself as well - "Let there be time", so to speak?
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I'm not sure what I'm writing even makes sense to myself, but I guess you get my drift. I used to believe that I would be atheist for life, now I'm not sure.
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Anthony Blast
+Junior Researcher, [REDACTED], Site-██
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From: Alfred Lysander [█████████@scp.fo]
+To: Anthony Blast [██████@scp.fo]
+Subject: Re: I know I should have outgrown this by grad school but…
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Tony,
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Not a problem. You aren't the first researcher to say this, and you probably won't be the last. Hold on to that feeling - it's not the worst thing to go back to, once you've been on board for a few decades and seen enough things to turn your world inside out a dozen times and back again.
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The best advice I can give you is this: You're never going to find out whether it's true or not, so you might as well go for the explanation that makes you sleep better at night. Occam's Razor exists as much to keep your sanity as anything else. Maybe we end up chasing down the wrong rabbit hole forever, but that's far preferable to driving yourself nuts over something that we probably can't ever prove or disprove.
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At the end of the day, it's an academic question, and academic questions take the back-burner. It can be hard to swallow when the ink's not quite dry on your PhD, but the work we do here is ultimately for a practical purpose, and we have to think in practical terms.
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Dr. Alfred Lysander
+Project Head, [REDACTED], Site-██
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P.S. If you think YOU have an existential crisis, think about what the religious support staff had to go through. Catch Father Klein at the cafeteria some time. Kind of puts things in perspective, no?
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Addendum 3252-20██-01: On 25 July 20██, regular temporal integrity examination as part of the SCP-3252 project revealed a temporal anomaly that displayed similar characteristics to SCP-3252. Further examination of temporal continuity using [REDACTED] exhibited identical results to examinations performed on SCP-3252. Approximately 0.17 seconds between 15:43:42 and 15:43:43 UTC on January 18, 2000 were found to have not existed. The non-existence of this time period is correlated by examination of Foundation computer records, astronomical observations, and [DATA EXPUNGED].
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Following this discovery, the SCP-3252 project has been assigned to identify other similar anomalies. To date, ██ have been discovered. Research is ongoing to determine the relationship between these anomalies and SCP-3252.
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Object Class: Whatever you want it to be, really. You're in charge here.
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Special Containment Procedures: You can think about these later. You know everyone reading these abbreviated reports skips them anyway. You're the one in charge here, baby! No one would even notice. You know what to do with SCP-3265, yeah? SCP-3265 is all you after all, doll. Get to the good stuff, yeah?
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Description: SCP-3265 is… how would you describe SCP-3265? Not an easy thing to do, really. Not just anyone could do it. I mean, anyone could do it and basically everyone did at one point, but just describing SCP-3265 ain't exactly like describing it well, dig? That's why it's you in charge, yeah? You can do it like no one else can.
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So how would you describe SCP-3265? Go on, don't be shy. Sure you did this song and dance before, eh babe? You're an expert by now. What would you like SCP-3265 to be?
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Maybe you like them tall? A stone behemoth, size of a building, a skyscraper, a continent or three? Maybe stone ain't your thing? Bit dull? Ah, you're one of those people into flesh, yeah? Quivering, pulsating masses of limbs, reaching around every place you can just about think about? Covering the whole world, the whole of every world maybe? SCP-3265, it could be that for you, buddy. It can be that or a hundred other things, if you try.
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Maybe you'd prefer something a bit more… metaphysical? Is SCP-3265 the concept of a lazy afternoon nap made physically manifest? The personification of ideological confusion? A long dead language come back from the dead to exact its vengeance on the race which forgot it ever existed? Those sound like swell ideas, but I'm sure you can do better, yeah? Give SCP-3265 your all. It can be all that you want it to be.
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Or how about… a person? You know, one of those real interesting people, the ones everyone gets excited about? You get the type I'm talking about, mmm? They have that special thing about them, that's a given- that jagged scar from their battle with that thing with the lights, or maybe they fell in love with someone or something strange and wonderful. Maybe they're dead and haven't figured it out yet. They probably don't belong here but they make do, man. SCP-3265 could be one of those, if you want it to be. It can be such an interesting person, you'll never get tired of it. You'll want to see it again and again in all sorts of strange scenarios and hair-rising adventures. You can make SCP-3265 a household name around here. It'll make you bigger than big. Just make it big, doll. Make it the best that ever was.
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Take your time. Consider it slowly. What can SCP-3265 be for you? What would you like it to be? How can you make it your own? You can make SCP-3265 like nothing this place has ever seen. You will.
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You must know what SCP-3265 is by now, yeah? It has to be there in that big head of yours somewhere, right? Yeah, I can see it. It's solidifying, just a touch. It's not exactly like anything I described up there, not in the least, but that was never the point of those, dig? I came up with those, and they're not great like what you have over there. Hmm, yes. I can hear it now. Your SCP-3265, it's like nothing that I've ever seen, like nothing any of us have ever seen. Hear its colors, smell that sweet music it makes. How do you even keep it all inside anymore? Aren't you full to the bursting with it? It's alright, babe. Let it out. Let us see it.
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Just a little bit closer. A little bit brighter. Open up. Let it show.
Special Containment Procedures: A thaumaturgical research team is to be assigned to the ritual site associated with SCP-3386, and tasked with determining a means to reverse the summoning process.
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A population count of observed SCP-3386-1 instances is to be made once a week. Should SCP-3386-1 exceed 50 individuals, the Senior Researcher assigned to the SCP-3386 case is to be informed immediately, and more stringent containment procedures implemented.
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Discovered instances of SCP-3386-2 are to be kept in custom-designed humanoid containment apartments in Hinyankaga, Missouri, assigned employment close to the area, and allowed to continue with their daily activities. Foundation agents are to be dispatched to initiate the relocation from these individuals' previous areas of residence and ensure limited contact with other individuals; amnestics may be applied to facilitate these transfers. SCP-3386-2 instances are to be informed that SCP-3386-1 are a species of legally-protected birds, and instructed not to display any signs of aggression or panic when in close proximity to SCP-3386-1. The Foundation-affiliated landlord is to conduct brief monthly interviews with SCP-3386-2 instances under the guise of regular housing and facilities checkups.
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Two D-class personnel convicted of murder are to be kept in the Hinyankaga, Missouri, Foundation apartments and assigned to the SCP-3386 case. Upon the death of any instance of SCP-3386-2, one of the D-class individuals is to be exposed to the SCP-3386-1 population immediately, and then designated the replacement instance of SCP-3386-2.
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SCP-3386-3 instances are to be retrieved upon manifestation, and allocated to the thaumaturgical research team for their investigation. SCP-3386-3 instances may only be handled by staff who have not been directly involved in causing the death of another human being. Should an instance of SCP-3386-1 attempt to retrieve an SCP-3386-3 instance from a staff member, action should not be taken to prevent this.
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Foundation staff assigned to the SCP-3386 case are to attend twice yearly counseling sessions, with additional meetings allotted for any stress induced by proximity to SCP-3386-1 instances. Requests to be rotated out of the assignment will be honored if a replacement has been confirmed prior to the proposed rotation date.
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Description: SCP-3386 refers to several correlated anomalies, believed to originate from an occult ritual site in Hinyankaga, Missouri, designated as follows:
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SCP-3386-1 are small avian entities closely resembling Barred Owls (Strix Varia), possessing feathers that absorb almost all visible light, resulting in a distinct pitch-black appearance. SCP-3386-1 have demonstrated the ability to pass through solid objects to approach otherwise inaccessible targets. No effective means of dispelling or physically containing these entities have been determined.
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SCP-3386-2 refers to any human individual associated with the manifestation of SCP-3386-1 instances, and subsequently targeted by them. There are currently ██ SCP-3386-2 individuals identified by the Foundation.
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SCP-3386-3 refers to small pellets disgorged by SCP-3386-1 instances, composed of highly compacted human bone. Lab analysis confirms that bone samples correspond to deceased SCP-3386-2 individuals.
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While the exact prerequisites regarding SCP-3386 manifestations are unknown, individual SCP-3386-1 entities are typically observed during nighttime hours, trailing SCP-3386-2 instances and perching within viewing distance of their targets when possible.
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Instances of SCP-3386-2 vary in age, gender, and physical characteristics. Based on current Foundation investigation, the sole constant between cases is that all SCP-3386-2 individuals have been convicted of or associated with crimes involving the death1 of a human victim. It is believed that SCP-3386-2 targets are selected upon sight rather than as a preexisting condition, as SCP-3386-1 instances have been observed peacefully roosting near densely populated apartment complexes without following any of the tenants occupying the homes.
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SCP-3386-3 pellet instances are produced following the expiration of an SCP-3386-2 target. Upon appearance, the pellet will then be cared for by SCP-3386-1 instances, which will surround the pellet and rotate shifts sitting on it until two to eight days have passed. During the next night, the pellet will "hatch" into a new instance of SCP-3386-1. The entities will typically react defensively to attempts to approach SCP-3386-3, but personnel who are not SCP-3386-2 targets have been able to safely handle the pellets.
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The standard progression of the anomalous activity involving SCP-3386 is as follows:
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An SCP-3386-1 instance selects a human target (an instance of SCP-3386-2). When questioned, these persons report awareness of all instances of SCP-3386-1 targeting them, and a constant feeling of being observed, which in some cases may lead to sleep deprivation and emotional instability.
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During nighttime, a large group of SCP-3386-1 individuals will congregate and begin to amass around the SCP-3386-2 target's place of residence.
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Should an SCP-3386-2 individual display any form of aggression towards SCP-3386-1, or attempt to drive them off using physical force, SCP-3386-1 instances will move progressively closer to the target, often passing through obstacles to do so.
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Eventually the SCP-3386-2 individual will be completely engulfed by the SCP-3386-1 instances, which will proceed to consume the individual. At the conclusion of the feeding, SCP-3386-1 instances will then disperse, carrying the remains of the body (typically scraps of clothing, personal accessories, locks of hair, whole fingernails, and fingers severed at the first knuckle) in their beaks and talons.
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SCP-3386-1 instances return to the Hinyankaga recovery site and deposit the bodily remains in the ritual circle. An instance of SCP-3386-3 is then regurgitated for incubation in the circle, amidst the human remains. During this time, the SCP-3386-1 individuals remain at the ritual site, and do not actively seek out new SCP-3386-2 targets.
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Following the incubation of an instance of SCP-3386-3 and the manifestation of a new SCP-3386-1 instance, the population of SCP-3386-1 will then seek out a new SCP-3386-2 target.
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Recovery: The Foundation was first alerted to the existence of SCP-3386 on 9/24/████, when a flock of SCP-3386-1 was photographed and featured by local Missouri newspapers. In the following weeks, several inhabitants of Hinyankaga and surrounding towns were reported missing, and the flock was sighted several additional times. Shortly after, a recovery team was dispatched to secure the anomaly and distribute amnestics. During subsequent investigation, the team discovered a recently abandoned cabin on a mountain outside of town, with a large occult sigil etched into the ground outside.
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Attempts to remove the sigil and ritual site using physical means proved ineffective; Foundation specialists were later assigned to the site in the hopes of determining a procedure to neutralize the SCP-3386 anomaly.
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A damaged but intact pocket notebook was recovered among the various human remains and personal effects discovered within the ritual site. Several notable excerpts were transcribed for Foundation records-keeping:
It's been a month now since she was murdered in cold blood. The police still haven't found the bastard who did it yet. Useless. I don't even know why we pay taxes. I'm going to use the life insurance to hire a private detective. Justice will be served. It MUST be served. I'm going to find the killer, and I'm going to make him suffer for what he did to her. I'll make sure to draw it out as much as he did.
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August 30th
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The detective failed me. Just like the police did. I can't rely on anyone. There has to be something I can use. Something that the police and the detective don't have. I'll try anything at this point.
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September 3rd
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I found something there. An old bookshop2, some voodoo shit or whatever Jeff told me about last year. Thought it was garbage. Never questioned why the shop never closed. Good thing it didn't.
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It looks like a weird owl pellet made of bone or something, but the paper it came with says it can track anything down. Hell, you can even "instruct" the damn thing on what to do when it finds them. I need some stuff to start it though. I'll be amazed if this works. I don't know what I'm doing, but I've got nothing to lose.
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September 7th
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Apparently you can buy dead birds online. Yeesh. But alongside those herbs from Cameroon and the crystals, I have everything I need. It said any owl corpse would work, but I'm really not sure if that applies to roadkill. At least I'm supposed to burn the thing, so I won't have to smell it for long.
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September 8th
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Burnt owl carcass smells worse than normal owl carcass.
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September 12th
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It worked.
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Damned if the thing isn't creepy though. I don't like the way it looks at me. I'm about to activate it, and I've planned out its orders. I just have to use the crystal to write in the ashes, and then it'll obey.
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September 15th
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Today, it came back to me. Brought me some shreds of clothing and the bastard's wallet. I knew it. I knew it was him, but nobody would listen. This proves I was right.
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The owl coughed up a pellet just like the first one and sat on it. Weird. It's over and done with so it should disappear soon. Thank god, it gives me the willies.
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September 21st
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The owl didn't disappear. Now there's two of them. The pellet hatched into another one, and they flew off. I guess when I wrote the invocation, I never told the first owl when to stop.
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+Maybe it's okay. I got my justice, but there are so many other people who didn't. This way, no death will go unavenged. Let others have my peace of mind.
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What if I just… let it keep happening?
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Foundation investigation regarding the owner of the journal, with relation to human remains recovered from the ritual site, is underway.
Special Containment Procedures: The affected section of Quaw's Boulevard and Southview Avenue has been closed indefinitely. All lots in the area have been purchased by the Foundation and currently serve as Provisional Site-99.
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SCP-3575's inhabitants are to be provided any requested supplies pending rescue efforts. As they are largely self-sufficient, only requested materials should be provided. Moral support may be given as well, although this is left to the discretion of supervising personnel.
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Following the events of 07/01/19, no provisions are to be made available to the residents of SCP-3575 until further notice.
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Description: SCP-3575 is a dimensional anomaly located in Belgrade, Montana.
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SCP-3575 encompasses a 305 by 305 meter space centered on the intersection of Quaw's Boulevard and Southview Avenue; beyond this point, travel becomes difficult for unspecified reasons. It is believed that SCP-3575 resembles Belgrade as it was in 1999, with any constructions in the actual town beyond that point not being reflected in the space.
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SCP-3575 is inhabited by fifteen individuals (designated SCP-3575-1 through -15) ranging from 14 to 23 years in age. All claim to have lived in Belgrade and passed into the location sometime in the last eighteen years. Persons living in SCP-3575 reside in the location's houses, and work together to grow food.
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So far, no entrance to SCP-3575 has been found; any Belgrade-native individuals within the space appear to enter it rarely and at random. Once inside, it becomes impossible to get back to U-011, although it has been hypothesized that an exit lies beyond the bounds of the intersection proper. Non-human animals are the only entity known to be able to easily cross between SCP-3575 and U-01, and as such, may be exploited to facilitate communication between the Foundation and SCP-3575's residents (see interview log 3575-I4).
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The majority of Foundation information about SCP-3575 comes from its contact in the location, SCP-3575-1. SCP-3575-1 (believed to be Nick Danguard of Belgrade) was first contacted by the Foundation in 2017. Since then, they have frequently requested supplies and entertainment for the other residents, and in exchange answer interview requests and provide biological samples of entities in the space.2
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Addendum 14/01/19: On 07/01/19, SCP-3575-1 sent back a letter explaining the group's collective decision to leave their immediate area and go exploring, in case the exit to SCP-3575 lay somewhere beyond the intersection.
thank you for your assistance these last couple of years. however, we wish to inform you that it will no longer be necessary, because we are leaving.
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this may come as a shock to you, but i assure you need not worry. we have been discussing our situation and have come to the unanimous conclusion that there is nothing to be gained by staying.
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this is not to say your supplies have not been appreciated; far from it. in fact, your supplies are what allowed us to organize this in the first place. but continuing to never accomplish anything, never making any real mark on the world - that's no way to live, isolated in a pocket dimension or not.
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we've left instructions for how to contact you, in case some other poor sod stumbles into this place. please keep an eye out for if that does happen.
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if we return sometime in the future, please disregard this message.
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A message was sent back urging the group to reconsider, at least until their plans could be discussed with the Foundation. So far, no reply has yet been received.
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Addendum 18/01/19: On 16/01/19, a backpack was found in a park in the nearby town of Bozeman containing a camera and a journal. The journal's stylistic conventions match SCP-3575-1's previous communications with Foundation personnel, and is assumed to have belonged to them at some point. The camera contained several photographs of the Quaw-Southview intersection, though each had been taken several months apart. Most photos correspond to dates in the journal.
can't leave. none of us can. but i have my camera. i'll take pictures every now and then. make sure i know it happened, that it's not just some terrible dream.
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06/10/15
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Tristan was telling me about a few years ago. he's been here since he was 11. at one point, he, Alexis, and Lee were the only ones here. he was telling me about how the three of them used to ride down the street in the old red wagon in Kate's yard. Lee cut himself on the rust one day, and that was when they knew it was time to stop, so they repurposed it into a flower bed. it's gone to seed now, but still pretty.
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asked him why nobody ever crossed the border. he answered that he'd done that a couple times, but the air felt so different, so wrong, like he wasn't supposed to be there, that he crossed back almost immediately. he said that, a while back, there was a kid named Dylon who was pretty brave, so he crossed the border and nobody ever saw him again.
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asked if there were anything keeping them from leaving besides fear. he said no, but even if there was nothing stopping us, we could only get so far before we run out of food.
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stupid.
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24/04/16
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animals can pass through. was watching the robins the other day, noticed they disappeared once they crossed the border, but reappeared once they crossed back.
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thought it was a pretty big development, and brought it to Tristan, but he said they already knew. said that's where we get our meat: wait on the roof with a rifle and some ammo, and just put one in. according to him, Lee's the best marksman.
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asked him about contacting the outside world with it, he shot the idea down (heh). few years back, they sent out letters calling for help. didn't get a single response, so they gave up.
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i'm gonna try and send some more things out. talked with Marshal about possibly catching one of the cats and tying a message to its neck. an sos. not sure what anyone on the other side would do, but it's better than not trying at all.
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10/07/16
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glad i was wearing the gray pants when i crossed over. thorns bounce off them like they're nothing. the green shirt's pretty nice, but it's gotten significantly dirtier since i got here. i don't wear it every day, yes, but it's still a nice reminder.
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getting thinner, too. it was always on the agenda but farming for your food has a way of making you reconsider your eating-priorities. hair's short, which isn't flattering to my face, but who gives a shit. we all look pretty terrible. comradeship that way.
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i keep thinking about death. it'd be so, so easy. we have a couple rifles and boxes of ammo in storage, because who the fuck in 'below grade' doesn't have them. feel like it'd be a public service, too; apparently, every couple of years, someone bites the big one of their own accord and we dine good on them for the next couple weeks, make jerky out of their flesh that'll last through winter.
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i should feel nauseated by that, but i don't. i just feel hungry. i'd ask for forgiveness if i thought he was still looking out for me
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21/04/17
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we buried Molly today.
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she was on John's roof, trying to patch a leak. fell and snapped her tibia in half like it was a twig, bone poking through skin and everything. Alexis said it would be pretty easy to heal, but she must've got some dirt in it or something, because about two nights later she woke everyone up with her screaming. definitely had a fever, and could hardly stand up. Alexis said the break had probably gotten infected. suspected septic shock. we don't have antibiotics.
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called a meeting in the kitchen that night. Alexis didn't attend, was busy staying by Molly's side, but said that she wouldn't be surprised if the infection killed Molly's organs within a matter of days. had to decide whether to try and treat with what we had, or put her out of her misery.
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majority ruled. Kate slugged me in the jaw. said a lot of other terrible things. i didn't stop her. Molly didn't stop us as we hauled her out to the yard.
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found a piece of her skull in the grass after it was done. went to the water pump and cleaned it off. it's sitting on the nightstand right now.
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she'll come with us if we ever decide to leave.
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25/11/17
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there's some old construction equipment near the school. Marshal and i set to work devising new rules for tic-tac-toe to make it more challenging, which was fun. it's getting harder to keep myself occupied. there are only so many interactions a group of fifteen people can have with each other. but while i'd rather be back in belgrade with my family, i'm grateful that the others are here.
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isn't that weird? i've stopped feeling suicidal. dunno what changed. maybe i've just stopped seeing this as a thing that can ruin my life and see it as a thing that can ruin other lives. what use am i to the farm if i'm dead?
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nothing to do except keep going.
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12/07/18
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got a reply back today, thank christ.
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some dog trotted out into the street from the south. Emma broke down crying, mostly on account of it looking a lot like omnias, her old mastiff. thing had a vest on, black, military-issue, with pockets. went through them and found a message from someone who said he was with the u.s. government. wanted a response back if there was anyone here. wrote a letter explaining our situation and sent the dog back across the border.
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word got around fast. it was kinda funny: all fifteen of us sitting on the street at the edge of the border awaiting something, anything. omnias ii returned about ten minutes later with some water, granola bars, and a letter saying that they could send supplies if any were necessary. we agreed on a list of things and sent it back, and waited. nobody moved from that spot, not for an hour, except for Lee, who went to go take something off the fire.
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after a while, the dog came back, with everything we'd requested, plus two gallon baggies of homemade snickerdoodles. John was bawling his eyes out, which would have been pretty satisfying to see, except that i was too.
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01/01/19
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high spirits all around. literal spirits, too; we celebrated new years for the first time in god knows how long, and the folk on the other side were more than happy to provide us with enough booze to incapacitate a small militia.
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never seen everybody in such a good mood, not since i first came to this place, and apparently before that too, if Tristan is to be believed. we're getting fresh food, newspapers, new clothes. hell, we've even got little portable heaters in all the houses. that's a luxury i never would have even dreamed of a year ago. there's even talk that maybe we'll find some way to escape, get back to the real world. trying not to get everyone too excited, but they're pretty high already.
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06/01/19
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starting to think maybe Alexis' plan isn't so crazy after all. sometimes it's all i can do not to hope.
Special Containment Procedures: Reports of missing dogs in coastal cities in England are to be triangulated and investigated for possible undiscovered SCP-3593 instances. If any are discovered, they are to be contained using Foundation-trained dogs as bait.
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Description: SCP-3593 is a large green cormorant (a seabird; Phalacrocorax aristotelis) inhabiting various towns on the shores of England.
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SCP-3593 has a wingspan of ~2 m (about twice the size of nonanomalous green cormorants) and preys on domesticated dogs. In cloudy weather, SCP-3593 attempts to lure stray and pet dogs into secluded areas of the shore using shrill calls. SCP-3593 produces holographic images by fluttering its wing feathers, which have cognitohazardous effects on some of the dogs (while only causing mild dizziness in humans). Dogs affected by the cognitohazard display increased excitability and the capability to swim for greatly extended periods.
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At this point, SCP-3593 will fly away from shore, leading the affected dogs to swim after it. No dogs, living, dead or otherwise have been recovered thus far.
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Addendum: After narrowing down the usual hunting grounds of SCP-3593, several Foundation testing dogs were equipped with miniaturized cameras, tracking devices, sensors, and assorted devices and allowed to be lured by SCP-3593.
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K-9119, an Old English sheepdog, was affected and followed SCP-3593. K-9119 returned safely to shore approximately six hours after leaving, unharmed but exhausted, and was provided standard treats upon retrieval of its camera.
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K-9119's camera showed it swimming westward after SCP-3593 for about three hours before SCP-3593 hovered in place, and made a loud squawking sound. A luminescent portal began to open near SCP-3593 and K-9119 as the former continued to vocalize. Through the portal, the camera briefly glimpsed a brightly lit river lined with trees.
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The camera showed SCP-3593 continuing to widen the portal until the process was interrupted by the consumption of SCP-3593 by a large passing shark. K-9119 then swam back to shore.
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SCP-3593 is tentatively reclassified as Neutralized.
View of SCP-3673 after disappearance of Drone 2B. Note distortions in layout, duplication of interior and absence of windows.
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Item #: SCP-3673
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: The building containing SCP-3673 is to be sealed and guarded with the cover story of a failed restoration project. The door to SCP-3673 remains closed and barricaded. All footage recorded by the camera in SCP-3673 will be retained for analysis. A second camera is to be installed to film through the windows into SCP-3673.
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Security personnel are advised to ignore any noises audible from SCP-3673. Further experimentation is pending Level 4 approval.
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Description: SCP-3673 is studio 5C of the ███████ Arts Building, located in Lower Manhattan. The room is located on the fifth floor and was used as a ballet studio. It contains a mirrored wall with ballet barre, roof-level windows on the northern side, and a single door. There are no other exits.
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On or about July 7, 2016, SCP-3673 became the locus of a spatial anomaly. Since this time, when the door to SCP-3673 is closed, all persons inside appear to be affected by spatial distortions and related phenomena.
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These phenomena cannot be observed from outside SCP-3673. When the door to SCP-3673 is closed, no communication is possible with persons inside the studio; the room appears empty when viewed through the exterior windows. No persons who have been subject to the anomaly have been recovered.
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The only information about the anomalous conditions within SCP-3673 is from a CCTV camera located in the upper north-west corner of the room. The camera records black and white video, but not sound. From this camera, the majority of the studio may be observed, including when the door is closed.
Note: This transcript is of the CCTV recording from SCP-3673 on the afternoon of 7 July 2016, the first recorded occurrence of the anomaly.
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Fifteen girls, aged from 7 to 9 and dressed in leotards and slippers, are participating in a ballet lesson. The lesson is conducted by a woman identified as Chloe Saunier, a 45 year old teacher at the ███████ College of Arts. An assistant sits at a chair, operating a tape player; she has been identified as Emily Parker, an 18 year old student at the college.
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The lesson ends. The girls huddle in groups, talking and laughing. Saunier opens the studio door. Parents come in to collect their daughters.
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Ten minutes after the lesson ends, four children remain in the studio. They have been identified as Rebecca Jones, Amy Chang, Kayla Okonjo and Elizabeth Telford. Chang and Telford are lying down, looking at Telford's smartphone. Okonjo is practising her "arabesque" in front of the mirror. Jones is reading by herself, seated facing a corner of the room.
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Saunier finishes speaking to parents in the doorway. She walks back into the studio, and the door closes behind her.
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Okonjo begins to rehearse her "pirouette". As she turns, her grounded foot sinks slightly into the wooden floor of the studio. On her final turn, her image in the mirror stops moving. The other reflections continue motion as normal. When Okonjo spins to face the mirror, her reflection resumes synchronization, and her toe is again grounded on the studio floor.
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Parker speaks to Chang and Telford, who laugh in response and resume watching Telford's phone. Parker moves back to place her chair against the studio wall. Saunier is making notes in a notebook on the far side of the room.
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Okonjo is looking at one end of the mirrored wall, nearest to the studio door. She walks towards that edge of the mirror. As she reaches forward, it becomes apparent that the last panel of the mirror is recessed. Okonjo leans into the recess, looking behind the other mirrors. She walks into this passage, disappearing from view.
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The scene outside the studio windows briefly changes to resemble a heavy snowstorm, then reverts to normal. Only Parker notices. She walks towards the wall with windows, craning her neck to see up through them.
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Jones remains reading but drifts slowly along the floorboards towards the wall. She does not react.
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Saunier begins walking across the studio towards the door. Despite her walking speed, she does not make appreciable progress across the room. She increases her pace, without obvious effect.
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Okonjo walks out from behind the mirrors, and calls to Chang and Telford. Chang and Telford walk towards the recessed mirror as Okonjo again disappears into the darkened passageway. Chang puts her arm around Telford's shoulders as she walks. Her elbow remains in a fixed position in space, and her lower and upper arms lengthen accordingly as she crosses the room. The lengthened arm does not appear to have an internal skeletal structure, falling to the floor in loops. Neither girl notices.
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Saunier runs across the studio with limited forward progress. She is visibly concerned. She looks around the room but does not appear to see any other person. Saunier trips and falls, causing minor abrasions to her lower arms. The floor of the studio has become irregular and rough where she is lying. Saunier stands up and continues towards the door.
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Jones, still reading, has tilted to a 30 degree incline against the wall.
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Parker backs slowly away from the windows to change her viewing angle. There is a small chip in the wooden floor behind her. As she steps backwards, the gap in the floor widens and deepens. Its base cannot be seen.
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When Chang is approximately 2 meters from the mirror, her extended arm snaps rapidly back into place. She does not react. When Chang and Telford reach the mirror, the area previously recessed is now flat with the remainder of the mirror. Chang and Telford press on the glass. Their reflections press back.
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The floor in Saunier's path is becoming increasing irregular, with sharp protrusions up to a metre in height. Saunier continues clambering forward.
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Telford steps away from the mirror and begins sinking into the studio floor. Telford screams, and Chang grabs at her shoulders. Telford sinks rapidly to her waist.
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Parker turns at the sound of the scream, and sees the chasm that has opened up behind her. She shouts, but keeps her balance. Panicked, Parker attempts to make a call from her cellphone, but is not successful.
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Chang manages to pull Telford free of the studio floor. They sit for a moment, breathing heavily. Chang points in the direction of the far wall. Telford calls out in that direction, then both girls run towards and through the wall.
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Saunier reaches the studio door, but is unable to open it. She hits the door with her fists.
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Shadows are visible in the mirror.
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Parker walks back towards the wall with windows, and reacts in surprise. She begins to step upwards, apparently climbing a staircase which is invisible to the camera.
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Saunier turns from the door and sees Jones, who remains reading, situated halfway up the wall. Saunier calls out to Jones, who does not respond.
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Telford and Chang re-emerge from the far wall, each smiling and holding a stalk of wheat or barley. They are accompanied by, and speaking with, Okonjo. Okonjo's teeth and sclera are several shades darker than before, and her knees now bend backwards, changing her gait. These alterations are not shown in Okonjo's reflection.
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Saunier leaves the door, attempting to walk towards Jones, who has drifted towards the ceiling. Saunier regularly changes direction, stops in confusion, and backtracks, as if walking through a maze. Her progress is limited.
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Parker reaches the top of the invisible staircase, and is adjacent to the windows, through which the afternoon sky can be seen. She slides one window open. Behind it is darkness. Parker leans her head out of the window.
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Telford, Chang and Okonjo walk to an area in the center of the studio. They observe a shimmering sphere, approximately 30cm in radius, centered one meter above the floor. Telford removes her ballet slipper and cautiously pushes it into the sphere. The slipper's shape is heavily distorted, and Telford drops it in shock. It returns to its previous shape as it falls from the space.
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Parker leans further through the window, then crawls out along an unseen surface beyond the window. She continues crawling until out of sight. The window slides shut behind her.
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Jones, still reading, drifts back towards her original position.
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Chang and Telford experiment with the spatial anomaly. Their ballet slippers and hair clips change shape and dimensions inside it before returning to normal when removed. Chang's hand accidentally slips into the space, and its fingers become grossly distended. She shrieks and pulls her hand out, at which point it returns to normal size and shape. Chang and Telford laugh. Okonjo ceases to react to the other girls, and becomes slowly more and more transparent.
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Saunier has returned to the studio door. Okonjo steps out from the passageway in front of the recessed mirror, looking confused. She sees Saunier. The Okonjo in the center of the studio has now faded completely.
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The window in the top corner of the studio begins to slide open.
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Chang and Telford are still playing with the distortive space, pushing their arms and feet into it, and attempting to make shapes with their hands.
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Jones has returned to her original position in the corner of the room.
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Okonjo and Saunier call and run towards each other.
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Parker's head emerges from the sliding window into the studio. She sighs, and looks to her left.
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Okonjo runs through Saunier. Both turn in confusion.
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The sliding window slams shut. Parker is decapitated.
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Telford pokes her head into the spatial anomaly, and collapses.
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Parker's head falls through the floor of the studio.
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Telford convulses on the ground. Chang stares in shock.
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Okonjo takes two steps back towards Saunier, then suddenly falls upwards, flying through the studio ceiling. Saunier screams.
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Parker's head drops down through the studio ceiling above Chang, and lands heavily on the floor at her feet. Chang panics, running towards the mirror and through it.
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The floor near Saunier vibrates, as if hit from below by a heavy object. Saunier jumps, startled. Blood begins to seep upward through the floor. Saunier looks around wildly, then grabs the handle to the studio door.
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Chang is briefly visible within the mirror. She stands motionless, facing the room. A reflective liquid seeps from her open eyes and mouth.
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The door to the studio opens inwards, the opposite direction to its hinge design. Saunier peers beyond it, then is abruptly pulled through it by an unseen force.
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The studio door swings shut.
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Chang's body in the mirror fades from view.
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Jones is alone in the studio. She continues to read, oblivious.
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The door closes.
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The camera's view becomes completely black for three seconds.
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When visuals return, Jones remains reading. A body, dressed in Saunier's clothes, is lying on the studio floor five metres behind her. The front of the head has been subjected to repeated blunt force trauma. The head of a large sledge-hammer is resting in the remains of the face.
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Jones turns the page of her book. The mirrored wall recedes to an estimated distance of 500 metres. The barre remains suspended in place and begins to writhe slowly.
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Behind Jones, the arms of the corpse move, grasping the handle of the sledge-hammer and lifting it out of the face. The body stands upright as if pulled. Viscous droplets of liquid spill from the hole in the front of its head.
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The corpse walks approaches Jones, raising the sledgehammer. The girl continues reading.
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CCTV signal cut.
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The Foundation has determined that at the time of loss of signal from the camera, the father of Rebecca Jones had opened the door to SCP-3673 and entered the studio. Finding the studio empty, Mr. Jones left to look elsewhere for his daughter. The door to SCP-3673 did not close until Mr. Jones exited, at which point the CCTV signal resumed, showing an empty studio.
Exploration and testing of the anomaly using drones was unsuccessful, as transmission of signals to or from SCP-3673 was not possible when the door was closed. D-Class testing was approved on 2 February 2018. D-4739 was instructed to enter SCP-3673, wait until the door was closed, then walk around the edge of the studio, keeping one hand on the wall, eventually returning to the door.
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D-4739 enters SCP-3673 and turns left, placing his left hand on the wall. The observation team closes the studio door.
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D-4739 walks slowly along the edge of the studio, continuing to touch the wall with his left hand. The reflection in the mirrored wall shows an empty room.
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As D-4739 reaches the corner of the room, he turns 90° left, instead of right. However, instead of facing the wall to his left, D-4739 finishes by facing in the correct direction to proceed along the next wall. Slow-motion analysis of the camera footage cannot determine whether this was caused by the studio rotating around D-4739's position, or by D-4739's body turning through itself. D-4739's left hand remains in contact with the wall at all times.
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Half-way along the second wall, D-4739 falls into a section of floor which is visually normal, but immaterial. D-4739's torso lands on solid floor next to this area, and he holds himself in place, with his legs extending into the floor. Simultaneously, a pair of legs resembling those of D-4739 come down through the ceiling in the center of the studio.
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D-4739 sees the legs extending from the ceiling, and laughs. D-4739 moves his torso and the legs move in concert, swinging and kicking. After approximately one minute, D-4739 pulls himself out of the intangible floor. The legs in the ceiling do not retract, and remain visible, swaying and kicking intermittently.
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D-4739 appears concerned, turns, and attempts to retrace his route to the studio door. Despite walking forward, D-4739 moves backwards, travelling in his original direction around the room. D-4739 stops walking as he reaches the next corner of the room, beneath the studio windows.
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D-4739 attempts to jump upwards to reach the windows. With each jump, the height of the studio wall increases, until the windows are approximately 20 meters above the studio floor. The position of the camera, the ceiling (including the legs) and the height of the other walls of the studio remain unchanged.
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D-4739 proceeds quickly along the wall beneath the windows. Two-thirds of the way along this wall, D-4739 turns and runs towards the middle of the studio. After approximately three meters, D-4739 disappears.
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The final frame of CCTV footage prior to D-4739's disappearance shows his body distended in two distinct directions. Review of the preceding frames suggests that, immediately prior, D-4739's hair and loose items of clothing were pulled towards these same locations. The observation team's leading hypothesis is that this may have been caused by the gravitational effects of two separate points of exceptionally high density within SCP-3673. This model is unable to account for the fact that neither light nor the structure of the studio were affected by such gravitational forces.
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The legs protruding from the ceiling of SCP-3673 remain in place, moving occasionally until the door to the studio is next opened.
A manned exploration of SCP-3673 was authorised on October 12, 2018. Three members of MTF Zeta-9 ("Mole Rats") were selected for the mission.
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Task force members were briefed on the likely conditions within SCP-3673, and informed of the location of the CCTV camera. The initial mission parameters were to proceed to the center of the room, remain stationary for 3 minutes, then return to the door and exit. Agents were equipped with standard exploration equipment including torches, ropes, navigation tools, and rations for approximately 2 weeks.
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MTF agents enter SCP-3673, and the studio door is closed.
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Agent Alpha indicates to the CCTV camera that GPS trackers are operating normally. Agent Beta erects a "foresail rig"1 and takes point. The agents proceed slowly towards the center of the studio. Agent Gamma, at the rear, marks their path using fluorescent spray paint.
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No anomalous conditions are detected. The mirrored wall reflects images normally.
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Upon reaching the center of the room, Agent Alpha signals to the CCTV camera. The MTF waits.
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After 3 minutes, the agents confer, then begin walking back across the studio. Agent Gamma marks the return path next to the paint marks from the team's entry. During this journey, the agents become subject to a time and/or distance dilation. They take more than 6 minutes to travel a distance of approximately 15 meters, based on SCP-3673's external measurements. Agent Alpha indicates awareness of this situation, and that the studio door remains visible.
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Approximately 2 meters from the door, Agent Beta strikes a barrier which cannot be seen on camera. The "foresail rig" is not impeded by this barrier. Agent Beta reaches out to touch the barrier, suggesting that it cannot be seen from within SCP-3673. The "foresail rig" is retrieved from beyond the barrier without incident. The agents test the barrier, which does not block their equipment, but is impermeable to their bodies.
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After some discussion, the agents spread out to the left and right, continuing to test the barrier. It appears to be a flat surface blocking the entire width of SCP-3673. Agent Alpha indicates to the camera a change of mission parameters, pointing to the studio windows on the opposite wall. The MTF regroups and walks across the studio.
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After another 5 minutes of walking, Agent Beta is blocked by a second unseen barrier, located approximately 4 meters from the opposite wall of the studio. Testing suggests that this barrier is also intangible to non-living materials, but impassable by humans. The agents return towards the door.
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At a point approximately 6 meters away from the studio door, the agents again strike the first invisible barrier. Agent Gamma attempts to mark the barrier with paint, but the paint sprays through without impediment. Agent Beta disassembles the "foresail rig", and pushes the telescopic rod towards the door, but it is now too far away to reach. Agent Alpha stands stationary with hands pressed on the barrier. Both hands are slowly but perceptibly pushed backwards. Agent Alpha calls to the other agents, and all three press against the barrier, without visible change to its motion.
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Agent Beta discharges their firearm at the barrier without result, and is reprimanded by Agent Alpha. Agent Alpha points to the mirrored wall of the studio, and distributes cutting tools from Agent Gamma's backpack. Agent Gamma moves to the mirrored wall, and Agents Alpha and Beta attempt to cut through the floor in the center of the studio. Their progress is slow.
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Agent Alpha breaks off work to check the gap between the barriers, which are now less than 3 meters apart. Agent Alpha turns to the camera and indicates a request for assistance. The observation team seeks permission to intervene.
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Agent Gamma calls Agent Alpha over to the mirrored wall. Agent Gamma has cut a hole as deep as their forearm, but the entire depth of the hole is glass, with no change in composition. After discussion, both agents return to the center of the studio.
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Researcher Janson obtains permission to open the door to SCP-3673. Researcher Janson stands in the doorway but does not enter SCP-3673. On camera, Researcher Janson is visible in the open doorway. Agents Alpha and Gamma can see Researcher Janson and begin shouting and banging on the barrier.
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Researcher Janson reports that SCP-3673 is empty. This observation is corroborated by other researchers present.
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The barriers are less than 2 meters apart. Agent Beta successfully cuts a hole in the studio floor. While Agents Beta and Gamma enlarge the hole, Agent Alpha secures a rope and drops one end through. The room below SCP-3673 (a musical rehearsal space) can be seen through the hole.
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The barriers are approximately 1.5 meters apart. Agent Beta attempts to reach through the hole in the floor, and is prevented by another invisible barrier. Neither the cutting tools nor the rope are affected. Agent Beta exhibits distress, and draws their firearm. Agent Alpha knocks it away, and it falls outside the barriers.
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When the barriers are approximately 1m apart, Agent Beta places hands on both barriers and pushes outwards, to no effect.
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Agents Gamma and Alpha attempt to climb upwards towards the ceiling. They successfully affix the rope to a ceiling panel, and begin cutting.
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When the barriers are approximately 75cm apart, Agent Gamma holds their position near the ceiling by bracing their back and legs on the barriers. There is limited room to wield the cutting tools, slowing progress. Agent Alpha stands below, speaking and passing further items up. Several pieces of equipment are now outside the barriers and have become irretrievable. Agent Beta paces back and forth at one end of the gap, occasionally banging on the mirrored wall.
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When the barriers are approximately 50cm apart, Agent Gamma falls, grabbing at the rope and pulling it loose from the ceiling. Agent Alpha helps them upright. After some discussion, the agents reach a decision. Agent Alpha draws their firearm and shoots Agent Gamma in the head, then discharges the weapon into their own head. Both agents slump, but are held partially upright by the barriers.
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When the barriers are approximately 25cm apart, Agent Beta's movement is severely restricted. They attempt to move toward the center of the room, screaming continuously. The barriers press into Agent Beta's forehead, chest, thighs, back and the back of Agent Beta's head.
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The barriers continue to move inwards. Agent Beta's head suffers what appears to be a severe depressed skull fracture in the occipital and parietal bones. Agent Beta loses consciousness. Cerebrospinal fluid from leaks from Agent Beta's ears.
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The barriers continue to move inwards. Further fractures occur to a number of Agent Beta's ribs, and to the pelvic bone. Similar injuries occur to the bodies of Agents Alpha and Gamma. Several fractured bones pierce the skin, causing substantial bleeding into the space between the barriers. The agents' skulls suffer further severe fractures.
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As the barriers move closer, the agents' clothing begins to fall loose outside the barriers as their bodies are held within. Various elements of the agents' bodies are subject to compression and torsional forces, causing tearing and bursting of the epidermis and exposure of internal organs. Significant loss of blood and other fluids occurs, but muscle and other tissues are held suspended by the pressure of the barriers.
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When the barriers are less than 5cm apart, most tissue has been damaged by compression into unrecognizability. Small pieces of intact bone and cartilage can be identified within the suspended pulp, including one of Agent Beta's ears. The continuing inward pressure of the barriers spreads the agents' remains upwards and outwards, with liquids on the studio floor likewise forced upwards to form a dark translucent paste.
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At an estimated separation of less than 0.1cm, the barriers cease movement. A thin wall of organic matter remains visible on the CCTV camera for several weeks, until permission is granted to close the door to SCP-3673. Subsequently, the camera view shows an empty, intact studio.
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Update: 17 January 2019
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Security personnel guarding the entrance to SCP-3673 reported hearing knocking and thumping sounds coming from the other side of the studio door. The noises ceased after approximately 20 minutes. The CCTV camera feed showed nothing visible within SCP-3673.
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Containment procedures updated.
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Update: 11 February 2019
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A routine external survey of the building alerted the research team to changed conditions inside SCP-3673. Large letters had been sprayed on the floor of the studio using fluorescent orange paint. The letters faced the windows, and read: "DON'T TR" with the last letter misshapen, as if rushed.
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The letters were accompanied by a series of six handprints made using the same fluorescent paint. The prints were clearly defined, regularly spaced, and appeared to be from the left hands of distinct individuals. Three of the handprints were child-sized.
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None of these markings were visible on the CCTV camera feed, which showed SCP-3673 empty. Deliberations are ongoing as to whether to re-open the studio door.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3708 is kept inside a standard low-concern enclosure at Site-73 and may be accessed by Level-2 personnel for testing.
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Description: SCP-3708 is a 5 kilogram, 21 centimeter tall stone statue of a rooster.
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At precisely 6:30 (local time) every morning, SCP-3708 will animate and emit a crowing sound in the 75-80 decibel range. It will then appear to scan the nearby area by craning its neck while seemingly becoming increasingly distressed; during this period of animation, it will emit several low vocalizations before becoming inanimate again at 6:31.
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SCP-3708 produces a mild euphoric response in individuals that physically contact it; affected subjects report feelings of warmth and comfort.
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SCP-3708 was recovered from the residence of the recently deceased Reinier Costede, an 83-year-old farmer, in Gilman, Wisconsin. Following the witnessing of SCP-3708's anomalous properties by Costede's relatives, field agents responded to reports of a "living chicken statue" circulating in the small village. Costede's residence was searched, and SCP-3708 was recovered without incident.
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Upon the recovery of SCP-3708, a small note was found taped to the side of its body.
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I'm going to be gone for a while.
+Maybe I won't return.
+I know you don't get many visitors out here…
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I found you something to keep you company, though!
+A little reminder of me, I guess. His name's Benny.
+Take good care of him, OK?
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Marguerit.
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+Addendum 3708.2:Recovered Document
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In addition to SCP-3708, a journal was found in Costede's residence; irrelevant content has been excluded.
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October 23rd, 2016
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Marguerit left in the afternoon, and gave me this little sculpture. It reminds me of a rooster I used to have as a child. I've put him on top of my nightstand for now.
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October 24th, 2016
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Today I woke up to the sound of a rooster calling, but I haven't had any on this farm in over 60 years now. For a second, I'd thought it was Marguerit calling me down. Must've been little Benny trying to keep me company. It's better than waking up alone.
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October 25th, 2016
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I woke up a little earlier today, and while doing my morning routine I heard Benny crowing again. I went over to where I had placed him, and by God, he was moving! I reached my hand out to touch him and he rubbed up against it. Then, he went back to normal… I don't know if I'm getting enough sleep.
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October 26th, 2016
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I thought it was the sleep, but it happened again today. This time, it looked like he was waiting for me. I pet him again and he soon went still. Reminded me of when Marguerit was just a baby… she'd always wake up crying in the middle of the night, and wouldn't quiet down until I went over to comfort her.
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November 19th, 2016
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Saying good-morning to Benny is part of my routine now. I think he's used to having me around, and so am I. She was right about me needing company. I only wish I could have him around more often than a minute each morning. Then again, it does make our time together more treasured. I didn't have Marguerit around for very long, either.
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December 21st, 2016
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Benny seemed more active than usual today. He was practically flailing about, crowing his head off about God-knows-what. Normally I'd be annoyed, but… with him, it's hard to. I was half-hoping that Marguerit had returned and he was crowing at that, but that wasn't the case. I just wish someone would come.
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December 22nd, 2016
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He kept it up today, which was no surprise. I just comforted him until he calmed down. Then, back to stone. God, why does he have to turn back to stone?
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I came down with something, by the looks of it. I've been with a nasty cough for the better half of this afternoon. It's bearable, though. At least I have something to look forward to in the morning.
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December 23rd, 2016(final entry)
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It looks like the flu. I think Benny knows, too. He seemed worried when I went to say good-morning today. But I'll be okay, for him. For Marguerit.
Special Containment Procedures: Iditarod racers claiming to have witnessed SCP-3710 are to be administered Class A amnestics. Foundation undercover personnel are positioned along known locations of SCP-3710 manifestation. Personnel have been instructed to use special tranquilizer rifles to apprehend SCP-3710. All prior attempts to contain SCP-3710 have failed due to its tendency to either spontaneously demanifest or accelerate to speeds in excess of 1500 km/h when being actively pursued on foot or via dog sled.
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Description: SCP-3710 is a single dog-sled team are two dog sled teams consisting of the following components:
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8 cybernetically enhanced dogs, resembling those found in SCP-2624. Each dog possesses a miniaturized methane fueled Raptor rocket propulsion device in place of a rectal cavity. Propulsion is believed to be fueled by digestive byproducts.
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1 sled composed of composite wooden material demonstrating physically impossible resistance to both the excessive heat and force produced by the dogs. Is equipped with 2 Raptor methane fueled rocket propulsion devices, and a giant white X painted across the bed.
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SCP-3710-1 is a single humanoid individual are two humanoid individuals claiming to be Canadian-American business magnate and billionaire, Elon Musk. Both SCP-3710-1 instances show significantly different baseline physical, with the exception of the face, and behavioral traits from Mr. Musk. The entities possess 4 arms and prominent horns protruding from the top of their skulls. Despite continuously quoting Musk in all recorded interactions, SCP-3710-1 instances communicate in a manner closely resembling that of door-to-door salespersons. SCP-3710-1 exhibits a low level memetic effect, causing any individual who views the entity to perceive them as actually being Elon Musk.1
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SCP-3710 manifests at random intervals along the route of the annual Iditarod, primarily during the 140km stretch of trail between Nenna and Manley Hot Springs, Alaska. SCP-3710 will follow targeted race participants above or alongside the trail until it is within vocal range.2 Once SCP-3710 has pulled within vocal range of its target, SCP-3710-1 will make attempts to persuade the race participant to purchase the most recent product being produced by one of Musk's companies.
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As the majority of products sold by Musk's companies are more expensive than race participants can actively afford, in 95% of cases the targeted party will refuse the offer. SCP-3710-1 will attempt multiple times to convince the targeted party. Should the party refuse three or more times, SCP-3710-1 will state its lack of interest in attempting to negotiate further. At this point, SCP-3710 will employ its propulsion devices, and either demanifest or move to the next target.
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When directly pursued by individuals not currently engaging it in business negotiations, SCP-3710 will demanifest, or activate its propulsion devices. Activating its propulsion devices in mountainous or icy terrain increases the probability of significant environmental hazards occurring, in addition to causing severe burn or blunt force wind damage to any individual caught in the jet stream.
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Discovery:
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SCP-3710 first appeared during the 1995 Iditarod, at which time SCP-3710-1 attempted to sell Zip2 software licenses to 15 different racers at $50,000 per licence. Following the initial manifestation, Foundation personnel contacted Elon Musk about his whereabouts during the Iditarod, at which point they determined that he had been on tour in New York City at the time of initial manifestation.
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An initial attempt was made to capture the entity utilizing six operatives posing as racers. SCP-3710 successfully evaded all members of the team via activation of its propulsion device, burying Four personnel beneath an avalanche. Two additional personnel were killed in the attempt when they were launched by SCP-3710's jet-stream into a grove of trees.
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The following log contains the text transcript of an audio recording of an undercover Foundation agent interacting with SCP-3710-1.
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Audio Log I-3710-01
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Date: 03/03/17
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Participant: Agent Shiane McCormick.
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Subject: SCP-3710-01
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Foreword: Agent McCormick was instructed, prior to the race, that should she encounter SCP-3710-1, she was instructed to refuse the first two attempts by the entity to sell its product, and then agree on the third attempt. Agent McCormick was given a card containing $100,000. She was not informed of SCP-3710-1's appearance prior to the incident.
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Begin Log I-3710-01
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[The audio log begins. For approximately 30 minutes nothing is audible but Agent McCormick's breath and dogs running through snow. At approximately 08:30:17 an additional set of dogs running through snow becomes audible, and a voice can be heard.3]
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SCP-3710-1: "Greetings valued customer! When something is important enough, you do it even if the odds are not in your favor. Brand is just a perception, and perception will match reality over time. Sometimes it will be ahead, other times it will be behind. But brand is simply a collective impression some have about a product. Speaking of products, would you be interested in our brand new Tesla electric car?"
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Agent McCormick: "Are you supposed to be Elon Musk?"
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SCP-3710-1: "Supposed to be? My good ma'am I am the one and only Elon Musk. We have a strict 'no-assholes policy' at SpaceX, and I would be in violation of that if I were an imposter! Now, would you be interested in purchasing a Tesla for only $203,000?"
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Agent McCormick: "I can't afford that."
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SCP-3710-1: "Come on, when Henry Ford made cheap, reliable cars, people said, 'Nah, what's wrong with a horse?' That was a huge bet he made, and it worked. I always invest my own money in the companies that I create, and you should too! What would you say if we lowered the price to 150,000 just for you?"
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Agent McCormick: "That's still too expensive."
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SCP-3710-1: "I do think there is a lot of potential if you have a compelling product and people are willing to pay a premium for that, but obviously if you don't have the cash, I can't make you buy. I'll make one final offer, for just a small loan of $50,000 you could be driving your new Tesla as soon as tomorrow! Whaddya say?"
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Agent McCormick: "$50,000? I can work with that."
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SCP-3710-1: "Excellent! Thank you for doing business with Tesla Industries. As a thank you from us to you, we're including this once in a lifetime bonus with your purchase: rocket propulsion cybernetic enhancements for you and your team! Thank you for shopping Tesla, remember: The first step is to establish that something is physically impossible; then cybernetic surgery will occur. This is an automated message, please wait 5 seconds for [UNINTELLIGIBLE]."
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Agent McCormick: "Rocket propuls-"
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[Agent McCormick promptly cuts out, for the next 5 seconds her sled dogs audibly whimper before the recording ends.]
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Postword: Following loss of contact with Agent McCormick, a team of retrieval operatives were deployed to the last recorded GPS contact. Agent McCormick and the accompanying sled dogs could not be located, although her sled remained in the middle of the trail. Later investigation discovered the transfer of $50,000 from a Foundation front company to the sales account of Tesla Inc.
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Update: 03/23/17
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3 weeks following the events of the above audio log, Agent McCormick's GPS tracker reactivated in shallow waters off the coast of Tahiti. Retrieval teams recovered Agent McCormick and a fully functioning Tesla Model 3.4 Agent McCormick had sustained significant cybernetic surgical modification, including replacement of the lower jaw and esophagus with a Raptor propulsion device. McCormick was found alive in the trunk of the vehicle, with a hand written note attached to her forehead.
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Thank you for purchasing from Tesla Incorporated!
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We deeply regret the conditions under which we are forced to return your representative. An accident occurred when they attempted to prevent the agreed upon dog modification, as stated in Article 1 subsection 3 of our verbal purchase agreement: "Upon purchase, the customer shall cede all dogs in his/her possession for propulsion modification, in preparation for SpaceX's excursion to Enceladus."
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Please take the time to fill out this survey at [COGNITOHAZARDOUS URL REMOVED]. Your monetary and dog contribution to the Tesla-SpaceX rocket dog initiative is appreciated! We hope you shop with us again.
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Elon Musk
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Update: 03/03/18
+Upon SCP-3710's following manifestation, a second, identical entity appeared with an equivalent number of canines to the first, matching the description of Agent McCormick's sled team. Agent McCormick's dogs appeared to possess cybernetic enhancements identical to those normally associated with SCP-3710's pre-existing individuals.
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As of this iteration, it is now believed that SCP-3710 targets Iditarod participants due to the relatively isolated nature of the route, and the conditioned training that their dogs undergo. Given the nature of such incidents, and relatively ineffective nature of SCP-3710-1's bargaining attempts, SCP-3710's requested upgrade to Keter has been denied.
Special Containment Procedures: Fences have been erected around SCP-3847 to establish a secure perimeter 20 m away from the affected area. Outpost-3847 has been established at the entrance to SCP-3847 and is maintained by Site-143. Outpost-3847 must be continually manned by 2 personnel to warn off civilians and monitor the area. Experiments and updates regarding SCP-3847 are to be filed back to Site-143.
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Description: SCP-3847 is an area of roughly 40 m X 80 m X 5 m 20 m, located in █████ ██, ████████, Henan Province, China. When within SCP-3847, vocalizations produced by avian creatures1 are perceived by human subjects as messages in their native language, hereafter referred to as SCP-3847-1.
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SCP-3847-1 instances are scattered messages, often words of encouragement or comfort, with occasional repetition. They seem to be addressing a certain unknown individual, rather than the affected subjects, and are not influenced by attempts at communication.
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Recording of avian vocalizations within SCP-3847 shows that only human perceptions are altered while the original sounds are unaffected. SCP-3847-1 instances also do not correspond to the original vocalizations in length, volume, or pitch. Furthermore, different human subjects often perceive the same vocalization as different messages. It is therefore believed that birds entering the area are not the source of SCP-3847-1, and do not gain intelligence in the process.
Balance yourself with nature. Your mind and body at ease. Feel the flow.
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Don't torture yourself by thinking about it. There are wonders to be explored, let's focus on that.
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He will not be alone. It is with your help, and he appreciates that.
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He won’t blame you. Your king won’t either. You don't have to blame yourself.
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I'm sure you will have a sweet dream tonight. Blessings.
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It is not your fault, you did what you can. The whole kingdom appreciates your effort.
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It's okay if you want to be left alone. Stay here with us.
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No more worries.
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No need to dwell on the past. The hills are charming today.
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Share your burden with me. I will understand.
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The machine will keep him happy, just like we will keep you happy.
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Time to study some scrolls. I will accompany you.
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What a beautiful day outside! Camellias are blooming.
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Why not come join us in the field? We will sing for you.
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You couldn't have seen it coming. Afterall, he was the greatest king.
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You don’t need to worry about it anymore, sit down and have some tea.
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You don't have to feel lonely here. We are here for you, always will be.
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SCP-3847 came to the Foundation’s attention after several locals accidentally discovered its properties.
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Update: Further experimentation finds that ophidian creatures are subject to the same effect as avian creatures within SCP-3847. The messages produced in this way are hereafter referred to as SCP-3847-2. SCP-3847-2 appears drastically different from SCP-3847-1 in tone and manner.
Futile. All pointless. He's suffering, and you're no help.
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Go back and witness his suffering. Witness what you allowed to happen.
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How can you just sit here, while he suffers? Do you think that mere machine is enough to ease his pain? For all he did for you?
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He was your mentor and friend. You owe him everything. Go back to him. Go back.
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How could you let him do it alone? To face his own blood like that?
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How long can you even stay here like this? You know the voices aren't real.
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In your nightmares, were you standing on that abyss again? Were you devoured by the false dragons beneath?
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It is no use. This is not real, you're talking to no one here. You know, because you made this happen.
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The serpent is disappointed in you.
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We are no dragons after all, and never will be.
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You can't hide here forever. The others have not come for you because they respect you, not that you have the right.
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You could have been there for him yourself, yet you hide here, with birds and flowers.
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You should have prevented it. How could you have been so blind?
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You're running from your duties. From your friends. This cannot stand.
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You're very much alone. Just like he is now.
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Addendum: Subsequent exploration of SCP-3847’s borders revealed that SCP-3847 extends beneath the ground. Digging at the site found around 170 snake carcasses buried together in a corner beneath SCP-3847, all of which have crushed skulls.
Special Containment Procedures: Periodic interruptions in SCP-4027's containment are an expected component of the anomaly's nature. Once confirmed, SCP-4027 is to be contained in a modified humanoid containment chamber at the nearest Foundation site.
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When SCP-4027 is uncontained, reports of partial corpses are to be investigated and cases with avian activity prioritized. Foundation zoologists are to be consulted to determine the most likely site of future activity.
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Description: SCP-4027 is a dissociative personality that presents across individuals (termed "instances") as an elderly, English-speaking male. SCP-4027 can be identified by a sudden change in vocal and behavioral idiosyncrasies, self-admittance, and its canonical rapport with Foundation personnel.1 This personality may be elicited from instances by applying persuasive psychological techniques, sufficient psychological duress, or pharmacological agents known to produce fugue states.2
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Instances are not aware of SCP-4027's underlying presence and do not recall episodes of SCP-4027's emergence. They frequent graveyards and/or burial sites and have been sighted near locations where cadavers (termed "victims") are found half-consumed.3 At the time of writing, the remainders of all victims have never been recovered.
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Evidence left at sites suspected of SCP-4027 activity do not suggest human involvement, instead implying avian participation.4 The presence of said evidence is not indicated from visualization of the gravesites by the unaided eye; superficially, the graves of victims are undisturbed. Law enforcement is therefore ill-equipped to indict an offender, and the Foundation was consulted by Agents Drumel and Cyllus of the UIU for additional support in apprehending a suspect.
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Foundation zoologists recognized that the pattern of suspected SCP-4027 activity coincided with known migratory routes of indigenous vulture populations. This observation remains a reliable tool for SCP-4027 identification, recapture, and re-containment.
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Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-4321's self-concealing nature and physical properties, physical containment of SCP-4321 has been deemed impractical. GPS locating devices have been placed on SCP-4321 for monitoring purposes. Foundation personnel are to intercept any aircraft approaching SCP-4321. Satellite imaging of the earth is to be intercepted and edited to remove appearances of SCP-4321.
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Samples recovered from SCP-4321 are to be stored in standard organic anomaly containers, and are only to be consumed under testing conditions. Operations to retrieve additional samples must be approved by the O5 council.
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A disinformation campaign is underway to convince the general population that dreams of flight are common occurrences.
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Description: SCP-4321 is an immense landmass that maintains an altitude of approximately 7km above sea level. It is shrouded in a thick fog, thus appearing similar to a large cloud to outside observers. SCP-4321 has been known to move in a similar manner to non-anomalous clouds, but over time has been observed to make slight deviations from predicted trajectories.
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All unconscious humans within 30km of SCP-4321 have an estimated 2.5% chance of undergoing an AVIATION event. Subjects experience a dream wherein they fly to SCP-4321. Details of what occurs after the individual enters the cloud cover surrounding SCP-4321 are forgotten upon waking.
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Investigation is underway to determine if other species experience these same effects. While no conclusive evidence has been found, research suggests that animals of kingdom Animalia do experience AVIATION events, but less frequently than humans.
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Discovery: SCP-4321 was discovered after numerous employees underwent AVIATION events at Site-19. Investigation into the dreams led to the discovery of a disproportionate percentage of civilians from nearby towns having similar experiences. All affected areas lay along the direction of the air currents, which allowed Foundation personnel to restrict the search to weather based phenomena, eventually singling out one cloud that never appeared to dissipate. Sonar later confirmed said cloud contained SCP-4321's landmass.
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Further details regarding the nature of AVIATION events were not corroborated until exploration operations were initiated.
Subconscious Exploration: To further investigate the forgotten content from the AVIATION events experienced during SCP-4321's discovery, 50 Foundation personnel trained in lucid dreaming gathered in an uninhabited area intercepting SCP-4321's projected flight path. A separate team of researchers operated Neuron Imaging Engines (NIEs) designed to detect sensory information during REM sleep and convert it into a video format through the use of MRI technology and thaumaturgy. However, due to the abstract nature of dreams, participants were directed to narrate their experience to compare with the detected visuals.
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The only subject to undergo an AVIATION event during testing was Researcher Pine. Below is the transcript of the video generated by the NIE:
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<Begin Log>
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Dream begins. Pines lies awake in his bed. He begins to float through the facility walls.
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Pine: I, um, I see I'm the lucky one, I guess. I'll try to keep my commentary professional, but I'm sorry if I, uh, I get caught up in the moment.
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Pine exits the facility entirely. The night sky is clear except for a single cloud; presumably SCP-4321.
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Pine: It's, uh, it's really pretty out— sorry. Professional. The weather is definitely different. I remember it being overcast. Also I'm, uh, fairly certain it's day time. I'm being pulled toward SCP-4321. Even though I'm lucid, I can't control my ascent much.
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Pine continues toward SCP-4321 for thirty five minutes.
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Pine: I'm getting closer to the cloud. Just also want to say that, uh, this feels surreal even for a dream. I haven't been able to get flying right in other dreams, um, always feels unnatural. But this feels incredibly natural. The only reason I know I'm being pulled toward the anomaly is that I can't explore the air too much. It feels like it's just inviting me in.
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Pine enters the fog surrounding SCP-4321. After three minutes the outline of SCP-4321's main mass can be distinguished.
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Pine: I can see it! There's a lot of trees and plants. I think those are, uh, pine trees?
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Pine lands softly.
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Pine: Never mind. These are palm trees, not pine trees. Dream must've made up its mind. Definitely more humid here than outside, but that's probably because I'm in a big cloud. I'm not feeling pulled toward anything anymore, but I can smell something… almost sweet.
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Pine begins moving through the trees. Faint music can be heard.
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Pine: This sounds like some sort of electronic music? I think?
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As Pine draws closer to the music, the sounds of a crowd also become audible. Pine eventually enters a clearing to see a group of people in varying tropical attire surrounding a pool.
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Unidentified Woman: Hey, new guy! Over here!
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Pine approaches the young woman (henceforth designated SCP-4321-UW), who offers Pine a brightly colored beverage from the poolside.
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Pine: Umm, sorry, I can't. No drinking on the job.
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SCP-4321-UW: You're working? That's no fun. C'mon, you're here for us right?
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Pine: You're not wrong.
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SCP-4321-UW: Then at least take a dip in the pool.
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Pine: Um… Oh fine.
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Pine removes his shirt and joins SCP-4321-UW by dangling his feet in the water.
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Pine: Quite warm.
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SCP-4321-UW: It's harder to enjoy a cold pool.
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Pine: So, you already seem to know quite a bit about me.
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SCP-4321-UW: It's your dream. I'd hope you'd know yourself.
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Pine: Very true. So uh, you're a figment of my imagination or part of this island?
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SCP-4321-UW: Kinda both? We're like a step removed from an incarnation of your own desires. I believe we've checked off "flight" and "tropical vacation" so far?
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Pine: I could always just experience this in my own dreams.
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SCP-4321-UW: Oh, don't lie to me. Or yourself. Well, same thing. But you know, it feels different when you're not in control. Feels more real.
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SCP-4321-UW slips into the pool.
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SCP-4321-UW: C'mon, it's more comfy in here.
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Pine follows.
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Pine: Um, I guess I now get to ask - do you know why you do this?
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SCP-4321-UW: I mean, I guess we just like other people's fantasies? Always kind of fun to put on the skit and all. Been doing it for like, at least a millennium.
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Pine: You, uh, you look pretty good for a thousand years old. What moisturizer do you use?
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SCP-4321-UW:[laughs] You know, you're not the first to say that line, but it's still funny.
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Pine: You just float around and give off nice dreams?
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SCP-4321-UW: I mean, we also have a storage.
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Pine: A storage? Of dreams?
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SCP-4321-UW: A collection is a better word for it really.
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Pine: Can you, uh, show me?
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SCP-4321-UW: Of course! You're about to be a part of it anyways.
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Pine: Excuse me?
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SCP-4321-UW looks at the water around Pine. It is now filled with pieces of Pine's lower body.
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Pine: Wait wha—
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Pine's head is shoved into the water. Transmission ends. Pine awakes.
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<End Log>
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During subsequent questioning about the dream, Pine could only recall the sensation of flight, although he described this sensation as "mild" and "dulled".
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Physical Exploration: To record the physical features of SCP-4321 and compare them to the results of the previous experiment, MTF Lambda-5 ("White Rabbits") accompanied by Researcher Pine were deployed to investigate and explore the physical landmass of SCP-4321. A member of MTF Omicron Rho ("The Dream Team") joined the expedition as well to give insight into any subconscious or dream-related anomalies encountered during the expedition.
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Operation Outline: The team will be delivered to SCP-4321 via a helicopter.1 The exploration team will operate for at most one hour before exiting SCP-4321.
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Exploration Team Members: Tanya Hart (Lambda-5), Tyler Dubois (Lambda-5), Juan Tierez (Lambda-5), Holly Trivera (Omicon Rho), Edgar Pine
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<Begin Log>
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+The helicopter approaches SCP-4321. The exploration team activates their recording equipment.
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Hart: Can we get a last minute comms check? We're about to touch down.
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Dubois: Check?
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Tierez: Check.
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Trivera: Checkerino.
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A brief pause.
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Hart: Edgar!
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Pine: Right, right. Uh, Sorry.
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Dubois: Are you ok? You've been quiet all flight.
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Pine: Yeah, I'm fine. Just feeling a little weird is all.
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Dubois: I thought you liked flying?
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Pine: No, it's not that. It's just, uh — I'm fine.
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Dubois: Alright then.
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The helicopter lands on SCP-4321. The team disembarks. The majority of SCP-4321 is covered with miscolored flora. Purple roots are found sporadically protruding from the ground.
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Trivera: This doesn't look like a tropical paradise.
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Hart: Dubois, can you take some samples of the black grass?
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Tierez: And the trees. Pine trees aren't supposed to be this color either.
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Hart:[to Pine] Can you show us where you went? Or is the landscape too unfamiliar? Edgar?
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Pine: What? Oh yeah sure.
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Hart: Are you certain you're fine?
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Trivera: Give the guy some time. I'd be shook too if my palm tree paradise turned out to be some sort of forest of forbidden darkness.
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Hart glares at Trivera.
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Trivera: C'mon, I can crack a joke. Edgar and I go way back, he can take it. We'd spend all lunch break going back and forth over quips like that.
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Pine: That's one way to put it. I think I remember which way I went though.
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Hart, Tierez and Trivera follow Pine deeper into SCP-4321 while Dubois collects samples. Tierez moves a tree branch out of his way, which snaps it. Purple sap leaks from the point of breakage.
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Hart: Tierez!
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Tierez: I didn't mean to break it!
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Trivera inspects the sap, rubbing some between her fingers.
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Hart: What is it?
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Trivera: It just, it's hard to convey, but this sap feels potent?
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Tierez: I'll grab some samples.
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Dubois:[through each member's ear piece] Hey, you guys out there?
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Hart:[to Dubois] We are.
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Dubois: Good, good. Just wanted to report that after digging around, I found a skeleton. Probably the size of a small animal? Going to see if I can find any more.
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Hart: Alright, thanks for the update. [to Pine] You remember how far it is until the pool place?
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Pine: Shouldn't be too much further.
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Hart: Tierez, can you just get Dubois over here and help you gather as much sap as you can? I have a feeling that command are going to want to get their hands on as much as possible.
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Tierez: Yes Ma'am.
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Hart, Trivera and Pine proceed further into SCP-4321. The purple roots sticking out of the ground become more prevalent over time. After twenty minutes the three arrive at a clearing with a pond of purple liquid in the center of it. Purple roots extend in all directions from the pool. The pool occasionally bubbles.
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Trivera: Finally. Thought you said it shouldn't be too much further?
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Pine: I mean, I thought it wouldn't…
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Hart: Is it just me, or does this pool look like a heart? Complete with veins and everything.
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Pine: You think it's alive?
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Hart: It spoke to you in your dream.
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Pine: But maybe I projected that?
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Trivera approaches and kneels next to the pool.
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Trivera: This liquid, it feels almost conscious. Like, little glints of thought are entering my mind. Nothing big, but something else is definitely there.
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Hart: So, it is alive?
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Trivera: Not quite, but it can dream. And its dreams probably aren't the size of ours. They'd be bigger. Hell, it feels overwhelming even here in the land of the waking.
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Hart: Any idea of what it's dreaming about?
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Trivera: Not really. Although, to guess off Pine's video, probably us.
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Pine: Can we, uh, can we head back soon? I don't feel comfortable here. It feels pressuring.
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Hart: That's fine, I think we've seen enough.
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The team returns to the helicopter with samples of both the sap and various flora from SCP-4321. The flight to command is largely uneventful.
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<End Log>
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Biological Analysis: Eight sets of bones were recovered from the physical exploration of SCP-4321. Analysis confirmed that each set belonged to a species of bird. Below is a summary of the results:
Experiment Logs: Below are the logs of experiments to determine the anomalous properties surrounding organic samples taken from SCP-4321. Preliminary testing showed that these samples only displayed anomalous properties when consumed, and have been removed from the log for brevity.
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Test #: 8
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Procedure: D-3214 entered a standard testing chamber, and consumed 10ml of sap.
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Effects: Subject reported hearing voices in his head. Analysis confirmed that this was due to telepathic abilities the subject had gained. Measurements of Aspect Radiation4 levels were consistent with those of rituals performed by a trained thaumaturge.
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Notes:First time that we got a reaction out of a subject. Our cursory analysis says he turned into a type-blue with a really limited range of "powers". We'll keep an eye on this one to see if these evolve over the coming days. - E. Pine
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Update:Apparently our subject had a fairly vivid dream last night. There was a man in what looked like an old dusty basement. He messed with some wires and then pressed a button, eliciting a beep. Soon, a group of men in red military uniforms walked in and praised the beeping machine. Also, everyone sounded British.
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The subject then talked about a soldier in a field using the beeping machine. A group of men sat behind him, chained together with weapons trained at their heads. The soldier occasionally made remarks about "the yanks".
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My superiors advised that I should add a "Dream" section to the logs, due to how much detail our test subject was able to recall. It'll be more data to compile, but I can't disagree with its necessity. - E. Pine
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Test #: 9
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Procedure: D-4934 entered a standard testing chamber, and consumed 20ml of sap.
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Effects: Subject demonstrated the ability to run at superhuman speeds. Aspect Radiation readings were similar to those measured during the previous test.
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Dream: A woman wearing a semi-transparent linen and a headdress leading a fair-skinned man away from a large battle between Egyptians and Romans. The man and woman are believed to be Mark Antony and Cleopatra.
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Notes:I think I can safely say that, based off the Aspect Radiation readings, that the "powers" follow thaumaturgic properties. Due to the extreme difference in effects, I can't really make any other claims. My superiors are also interested in a reason why the subjects have these vivid dreams and powers in general, but I personally chalk it up to the nature of the sap. Some things just are the way they are. - E. Pine
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Test #: 10
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Procedure: D-3679 entered a standard testing chamber, and consumed 30ml of sap.
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Effects: Subject claimed to feel "freed" before walking through the chamber walls. Subject proceeded to use this newfound ability to free the two previous test subjects, as well as a number of other D-Class personnel. Foundation resources have not yet found the escapees.
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Dream: N/A
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Notes:Due to his display of negligence during testing that led to the security breach, as well as performing only cursory analysis of collected data, Edgar Pine has been removed from this project.
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The link between the physical effects and the dreams appears to be simple cause and effect (the direction of which has been deemed inconsequential for now). I will direct my efforts toward pinpointing any possible significance to these dreams.
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I will also abandon the investigation of what effect quantity of sap has on its anomalous properties, as it has thus far been unfruitful. - M. DuVone
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Test #: 11
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Procedure: D-6032 was strapped to an operating table in a fortified testing chamber. A Copperfield Cage5 was placed around the subject to ensure containment. The subject was injected with 10ml of recovered sap.
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Effects: The subject became significantly more persuasive, almost coaxing the researcher injecting the sap to release him from the restraints. Subject was sedated by staff wearing ear protection before he was freed. Testing showed that the subject's writing also held the same suggestive powers. All communications from the subject must be relayed by a computer to avoid possible breaches.
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Dream: A man of Indian descent speaking to a large crowd of other Indians, making references to the "Great War". After about twenty minutes, the Indian Imperial Police arrive, and a riot breaks out. The speaker's name was believed to be Arjun Bahl, although the subject admitted it may belong to another member of the protest. Notable landmarks imply that the riot occurred in the city of Amritsar.
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Midway through the riot, the subject's view changed to see all of Amritsar. A majority of the buildings were on fire, the others hung some form of the modern flag of India on their walls.
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Notes:Due to the ways in which the dreams we've seen so far tend to depict deviations from our understanding of history, I've done some research to see if I can pin down any similarities between the dreams and reality, or if they are entirely fabricated.
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I am currently trying to track down any information I can about an "Arjun Bahl", if he even exists. His name comes up in an archived census for Amritsar from around 1914. Unfortunately, that's all the information I've been able to find. I'm going to try to find any family he has in case I can ask them questions. - M. DuVone
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Test #: 12
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Procedure: D-7802 was strapped to an operating table in a fortified testing chamber. A Copperfield Cage was placed around the subject to ensure containment. The subject was injected with 10ml of recovered sap via a remote controlled syringe.
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Effects: Subject gained the ability to transmute their limbs into various different tools, ranging from screw drivers to knives. Subject maintains complete control of this ability.
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Dream: A number of individuals with peculiarly large jaws, noses and skulls appeared to converse with one another while cutting an animal's meat using sharpened rocks.
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Notes:This is definitely a dream about the Neanderthals. Without a doubt. Except they didn't have tools that advanced, or this level of sociability. They're acting like Homosapiens. - M. DuVone
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Test #: 13
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Procedure: D-0041 was strapped to an operating table in a fortified testing chamber. A Copperfield Cage was placed around the subject to ensure containment. The subject was injected with 10ml of recovered sap via a remote controlled syringe.
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Effects: Subject displayed a markedly increased proficiency in vocal musical performance. All said noises have been described as "melodic" and "harmonious".
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Dream: The Beatles performed a live concert. Each member appeared to be between fifty and sixty years old, however the music did not sound any different from their original live performances.
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Notes:This one is slightly more modern, but there are currently concerns about reaching out for interviews because we are unsure which member of the band this originates from. We are also making head way on finding more about Arjun Bahl, so we will continue to follow that thread. - M. DuVone
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Test #: 14
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Procedure: D-6032 was strapped to an operating table in a fortified testing chamber. A perimeter of Copperfield Coils were placed around the subject to ensure containment. The subject was injected with 10ml of recovered sap via a remote controlled syringe.
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Effects: Subject's skin toughened, and sharp razor blades grew from the bottom of his feet.
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Dream: The Boston Bruins played against the Vancouver Canucks for the Stanley Cup. The game remained at zero to zero until a player named Harrison Guvaul scored, which resulted in victory for the Canucks.
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Notes:Thank god. Something modern. I was able to easily confirm that Harrison Guvaul does indeed exist. He's a 32 year-old man living just outside of Vancouver, works a desk job at an insurance firm. He used to play hockey almost religiously until he was 16. I managed to call him up and weasel my way into a conversation about it. When I asked why he quit he didn't seem to have much of a reason though. Just didn't feel like it.
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In other news, one of my assistants found Arjun Bahl's grandchildren. They don't remember much about Arjun, but their parents told some stories about his authority issues. Was quite rambunctious, but grew out of it before he met his wife and settled down.
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I might only have two data points at the moment, but I'm starting to form a thesis. I need to take a few more readings, but I feel like I need to consult an actual thaumaturgist about this. - M. DuVone
Interview with SCP-4321: By her own request, Holly Trivera attempted to undergo an AVIATION event to converse with SCP-4321. Her dream was monitored and recorded by the NIE. Below is a transcript of the resulting video:
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Dream begins. Trivera awakes from her bed and flies toward SCP-4321. After 32 minutes SCP-4321's main landmass comes into view, covered with oak trees. Trivera lands.
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Trivera: Don't make me walk all the way in there. I already flew up here.
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An entity resembling Researcher Pine (from here on referred to as SCP-4321-P) appears from behind one of the trees.
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SCP-4321-P: I see you are another lucid dreamer. That's probably not the right term, but you have more control than most I encounter.
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Trivera: I assume you know why I'm here.
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SCP-4321-P: I am the embodiment of your desires. Like how you want your friend to go back to normal.
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Trivera: He's been acting weird ever since he met you. So, I just mostly wanted to know, why? It's not like he did anything to you. Or anyone else whose motivation you've sapped.
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SCP-4321-P: I think the best way to address this would be with a little tour. Show you around the collection.
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SCP-4321-P turns around and motions for Trivera to follow. They walk toward the center of SCP-4321, until they arrive at a large hole, lined with stairs descending in a spiral. The two descend the stairs, eventually stopping at a corridor extending into the side of the hole.
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SCP-4321-P: And here we have my favorite pieces. I keep them close to the top for easy access. The rest I order chronologically.
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SCP-4321-P and Trivera enter the corridor. Frames hang from the walls, each one playing a video that appears to be on loop.
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SCP-4321-P:[motioning to one of the frames] This one I call "Math Whiz". See how she thinks she's close? It's like when you have a word on the tip of your tongue. And then that look of joy when she's found the answer, priceless. I mean, it's not actually the answer. Pi is closer to three than seven, but she's so happy about it.
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Trivera: Sure, but I don't see how—
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SCP-4321-P: Or this work! The symbolism here is superb, ascending the stairs like how he was supposed to ascend to the throne.
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Trivera: Yes, I get it. They all look quite happy achieving their goals.
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SCP-4321-P: Except that's not the point. It's about the feelings that come before the success. There's that frustration and anger. Imagine how crushed they would be if they failed. You won't see that here, of course. This is the dream, not reality.
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Trivera: You think this is a charity?
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SCP-4321-P: Essentially.
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Trivera: You realize how "high and mighty" that makes you sound, right?
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SCP-4321-P: Oh, don't patronize me. I've felt that pain too. Back before I started my curating, I was on the ground. I didn't belong there. It felt awkward, tawdry. I was embarrassed I couldn't take to the skies.
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Trivera: But now you're a flying island. So, everything worked out for you.
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SCP-4321-P: Most people aren't as… strong as I am. You can read a textbook and count how many people had the strength to change their world. It's much smaller than the number of people who've lived and died. Their names are missing because they lacked strength like mine. And I grow stronger by the day.
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Trivera: By eating people's dreams?
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SCP-4321-P: Oh, don't use that term. You make me sound like a savage.
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Trivera: You take dreams from people, and turn them into a distilled liquid. That sounds like a digestive tract to me.
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SCP-4321-P: Fine, call it what you will. You'll be joining my collection soon, whether you've been curated or eaten doesn't really matter.
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Trivera: I'm sorry, I don't want to end up like the real Pine.
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SCP-4321-P: I mean, you don't exactly have a choice. You're already here.
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Trivera: Of course I have a choice. It's still my dream. You obviously haven't figured out how to extract what you want quite yet, or else I would've noticed. Or my body would be falling apart. One of the two.
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SCP-4321-P: So?
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Trivera: I'll just wake myself up now.
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Trivera turns around, and runs out of the corridor. She jumps off the stairs into the hole, and begins to accelerate, moving faster than terminal velocity. She awakes just before she hits the ground.
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<End Log>
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Interview With Dr. Tilda Moose: To better understand the thaumaturgic effects created by the organic samples recovered from SCP-4321, Dr. Maxwell DuVone consulted with retired thaumaturge and site director Dr. Tilda Moose. Below is the transcript of the resulting interview:
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DuVone: Evening, director.
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Moose: Evening, and you know I'm retired right? You can dispense with the title. Even though technically I shouldn't even be having this conversation.
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DuVone: Well, if you want to go there, you were supposed to be wiped when you left.
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Moose: Eh, being director of nineteen has its perks. Nineteen should also have everything you're looking for.
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DuVone: I tried asking around 19, and some of our main archives on type-blues. Couldn't find anything.
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Moose: Talk to any thaumaturgists?
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DuVone: Most of their identities are classified, or were too busy to talk to me. You seemed like the next best option. But I think you already knew that.
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Moose: You're not wrong. Although you know I'm not a magician. Not anymore. You have those experiment results on you?
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DuVone: Right here.
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DuVone hands Moose a hard copy of the SCP-4321 testing log. When Moose finishes reading, she sets the papers down.
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DuVone: Anything come to mind?
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Moose: You sure there was nothing about sources or magic?
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DuVone: None that I had access to.
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Moose: They must not have declassified it yet. I'm a little surprised they didn't make an exception for you.
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DuVone: I don't follow.
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Moose: Well, this sap. It's distilled dreams from across history, correct?
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DuVone: That's our working assumption, yes.
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Moose: But they aren't just any dreams. They're the dreams you wish you could achieve in real life. It's raw desire. So let's take a step back. A little bit of sorcery one-o-one. Magic is a way to bend the world to your will, right?
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DuVone: In very loose terms, I guess.
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Moose: Well, the layman believes that the "will" and the "bending" are two separate parts of the equation. And that's how the Foundation would like to keep it. Probably why my paper is still classified.
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DuVone: Are you saying that magic—
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Moose: Is just an incarnation of willpower. If your will is strong enough, the bending will happen all on its own.
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DuVone: So, the sap was giving our subjects just the will to do something?
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Moose: Which manifested as both the dreams and the powers. It's incredibly potent willpower. See, I used to tell potential Sigma-3 members that anyone is capable of performing magic. But very few of them actually pull it off. That's because you can't fake it. You truly need to want it from the bottom of your heart, stronger than anything else. You can't train that. It's the kind of raw desire that can come from anyone, but not everyone.
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DuVone: I— I think I understand why it's classified now. I need to delete the recording and get myself amnestized. So sorry for the disturbance.
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Moose: Oh, don't worry about that. I'll call— who took over for me?
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DuVone: Gears.
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Moose: I'll give him a call. Get your team authorization.
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DuVone: Wouldn't that have been easier to begin with?
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Moose:[laughs] If people at nineteen actually understood what you were messing with someone would've given you the keys. You just got unlucky.
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DuVone: Well, thanks for your time. You know, you're much more— relaxed than how my colleagues described you.
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Moose: That's because they remember me from when I was their boss. Retiring does nice things for you. Also, that encounter with SCP-4321 gave a hand, probably. Didn't realize it at the time, but after that dream everything felt less consequential I guess.
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DuVone: It did eat your dreams after all.
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Moose: Quite true! It's funny how much hinges on those night visions of ours.
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DuVone: I guess so. I have to get going. Thanks for your time.
Exit Interview: Three months after undergoing the AVIATION event, Edgar Pine retired from the Foundation. Holly Trivera requested to perform the exit interview, which has been logged with SCP-4321 due to possible connections to the anomaly.
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Pine: Huh, didn't expect to see you here.
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Trivera: I could say the same to you.
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Trivera: Why are you leaving? I thought you loved it here.
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Pine: I mean, I used to. People change, they move on. That's that.
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Trivera: But, it just feels so sudden.
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Pine: It's not like I'm the first person in history to lose interest in something.
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Trivera: Except we're both fairly sure this is due to that floating island you interviewed.
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Pine: That doesn't change the core of the matter.
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Trivera: Which is?
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Pine: I just don't care anymore.
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Trivera: What does that even mean?
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Pine: It means I woke up that morning and felt drained. I regretted the coming day. You can't change that. I can't just make myself care. How does that not make sense to you?
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Trivera: It— it does make sense. Sorry, it's just weird for me. That dream changed you.
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Pine: People change all the time, Holly. It's not like we can't go back out for beers ever again. I just won't be wearing a lab coat.
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Trivera: That's not even true! You know you're getting wiped, right?
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Pine: Oh, yeah I guess I knew that. Well, you'll find others to pick up your tab.
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Trivera: Doesn't mean you won't be gone. I don't want you to lose to that thing.
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Trivera: I guess so.
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Pine: Like, if that first event targeted you instead of me, this conversation would be flipped. But you're luckier than me, and sometimes, all the will power in the world can't beat out luck. For every Caesar or Tesla there are millions of Pines. And that's… that's ok. Not everyone needs to be in a history textbook.
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Trivera: So, you're just moving on?
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Pine: I'm moving on. New chapter. And who knows? Maybe this'll be the one I'm remembered for.
Special Containment Procedures: A standard steel-reinforced 3 x 3 x 1 x 1 meter 4-doorway is to be hyperspatially installed around SCP-4357. Respirators suitable for filtering noxious sulfur compounds are to be provided for personnel who pass through SCP-4357 and enter SCP-4357-א. At least one member of any away team must be familiar with the regional written language, and care should be taken to minimize contact with the local SCP-4357-0 population, if possible.
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A "No Entry" sign, written in the local glyphic system of SCP-4357-א, is to be affixed to the א side of the anomaly. Any instances of SCP-4357-0 who enquire about the status of SCP-4357 are to be informed that the building is under new management, and no rental units are available.
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The apartment building within which SCP-4357 is located has been acquired by the Foundation, and is now designated Clandestine Site-102. All Site-102 units are to be rented to Foundation employees, including the research staff for SCP-4357, at a discounted rate. Guests and family of researchers are strictly forbidden from entry to the building. Please contact Senior Researcher Richard Giordano to inquire about renting a Site-102 apartment.
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Description: SCP-4357 is a discontinuity in space, located in a fourth-floor hallway of an apartment building in Boston, Massachusetts. While the three dimensional volume of SCP-4357 roughly fills a standard American 6'8" wooden interior doorframe, the unusual hyperspatial structure of the anomaly extends a short distance into 4-space. Passing through SCP-4357 allows entry into (and egress from) a divergent Minkowski spacetime, designated SCP-4357-א, roughly 37 centimeters to the 4-left of baseline Earth.
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The dominant lifeform on SCP-4357-א, designated SCP-4357-0, is a species of large, sapient vermiforms, thought to be descended from early aquatic chordates. The progression of SCP-4357-0 civilization and culture bears remarkable parallels to that of humanity, having discovered advanced metallurgy and undergone a technological revolution within the past ten thousand years. The origin of the SCP-4357 portal is unknown, but is presumed to result from scientific or metaphysical action on the א side in or before the year 2009.
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SCP-4357 was acquired by the Foundation following the arrest of Hugh Dennehey, the then-current landlord of the building, for tax fraud and money laundering in September of 2015. Dennehey came to the Foundation's attention after several of the arresting officers were put on psychiatric leave following their reports of "monsters in the hallways." Under the guise of Federal agents, MTF-Eta-4 ("Men In Black") immediately moved to assume command of the investigation.
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The SCP-4357 portal was discovered and secured shortly thereafter. Several instances of SCP-4357-0 were encountered in the process, all of whom displayed some degree of non-violent, non-aggressive hostility to the task force. No human residents of the building were observed. Trace quantities of sulfur-containing gasses were detected in the hallways, matching atmospheric samples later collected from SCP-4357-א. High levels of humidity and elevated temperatures were traced to malfunctioning heating systems.
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After extraction from police custody, Dennehey was cooperative with Foundation scientists. He explained that he discovered SCP-4357 in early 2009, and subsequently spent several months establishing mutually-intelligible communication with nearby instances of SCP-4357-0. Ultimately, Dennehey evicted his remaining human tenants, and rented out all of his apartments to residents of SCP-4357-א. He accepted rent payments in precious metals, gemstones, and other resources that were easily concealed from the United States IRS.
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The building, now known as Clandestine Site-102, is currently inhabited by Foundation research staff engaged in the study of SCP-4357-א and its inhabitants. Notably, many of the former residents of Dennehey's apartments are still local to the area, and continue to express curiosity about Earth. One particular specimen, designated SCP-4357-0-A, has proved especially eager to communicate with humans. Selections of this specimen's interview logs are provided below.
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Interview Log 4357-0-A_10-02-2015
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Interviewer: Senior Researcher Richard Giordano
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SCP-4357-0-A was provided with an electronic text-to-speech keyboard interface.
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Dr. Giordano: Hello. Can you understand me?
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SCP-4357-0-A waves a bundle of tentacles up and down, mimicking a human “nodding” gesture.
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Dr. Giordano: Alright. Do you understand who I am?
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SCP-4357-0-A: HUMAN SCIENTIST
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Dr. Giordano: Yes, that's right. Do you have a name?
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SCP-4357-0-A: SLUGGY
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Dr. Giordano: Uh, okay. Sluggy. Did your landlord give you that name? Hugh Dennehey?
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SCP-4357-0-A: YES. WHAT IS YOUR NAME
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Dr. Giordano: My name is Richard.
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SCP-4357-0-A: HOW DO YOU SPELL THAT
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Dr. Giordano: R - I - C - H - A - R - D
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SCP-4357-0-A: THAT IS TOO MANY LETTERS. IS THERE A SHORTER WAY TO WRITE RICHARD?
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Dr. Giordano: A… shorter way?
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SCP-4357-0-A: YES. I DON'T THINK MY TINY BRAIN CAN REMEMBER THAT MANY LETTERS AT ONCE.
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Dr. Giordano: Excuse me?
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SCP-4357-0-A: THANK YOU FOR TALKING IN SUCH A CLEAR, SIMPLE MANNER, AS THOUGH YOU WERE SPEAKING TO A HUMAN CHILD. IT MAKES IT EASIER TO UNDERSTAND YOU. CAN I CALL YOU DICK.
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Dr. Giordano: You can call me Rick. R - I - C - K.
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SCP-4357-0-A: I DON'T THINK THAT'S RIGHT. YOU LOOK LIKE A DICK TO ME.
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Dr. Giordano: I'm not sure what you mean.
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SCP-4357-0-A: THAT'S WHAT THE OTHER RESEARCHERS SAY WHEN YOU'RE NOT IN THE ROOM. THEY LAUGH WHEN THEY DO IT. WHY IS THAT? I DON'T UNDERSTAND.
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Dr. Giordano: How… what?
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SCP-4357-0-A: YES, THEY LAUGH ABOUT IT A LOT. PRETTY MUCH WHENEVER SOMEBODY MENTIONS YOU.
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Dr. Giordano: Uh, we'll continue this interview later.
Following preliminary establishment of friendly relations by Senior Researcher Richard Giordano, Junior Researcher Rudolph Harlan was assigned primary authority over interviews with SCP-4357-0-A. Until the end of Researcher Harlan's term of employment with the Foundation, interviews were conducted on a weekly basis. A selection of his interviews are presented below.
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It is the recommendation of Junior Researcher Harlan that any future researchers assigned to SCP-4357 read these interview logs in their entirety before choosing to relocate to Clandestine Site-102.
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Interview Log 4357-0-A_11-28-2015
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Interviewer: Junior Researcher Rudolph Harlan
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Dr. Harlan: Hey, Sluggy. How have you been?
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SCP-4357-0-A: I'M OKAY. HOW IS THE APARTMENT? ARE YOU ALL MOVED IN?
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Dr. Harlan: Not quite yet, I still have a lot of boxes. It looks good, though! I mean, I do feel bad for taking your old unit.
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SCP-4357-0-A: NO WORRIES, I GET IT. WATCH OUT FOR THE RADIATOR, IT LEAKS. I THINK THERE'S MOLD IN THE WALLS, TOO.
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Dr. Harlan: Oof, I was wondering about that. Most of the radiators are jammed on, and we can't get the temperature down without shutting off heat to the whole building. I guess Dennehey never did much maintenance, did he?
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SCP-4357-0-A: HE DID, ACTUALLY. YOUR EARTH IS TOO COLD FOR US, SO THE HEAT AND HUMIDITY IS GREAT. HE WAS EVEN OKAY WITH THE SULFUR DIOXIDE. HE WANTED TO GET RID OF THE MOLD, BUT IT DOESN'T BOTHER US SLUGS.
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Dr. Harlan: Huh, okay. Thanks for the heads-up. I think the sulfur smell is going away, at least.
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SCP-4357-0-A: ANYWAY, HAVE YOU READ THE BOOK YET? I'D LEND YOU MY COPY IF YOU'D JUST LEARN DANISH. IT'S NOT HARD.
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Dr. Harlan: I'm trying, but Kierkegaard is pretty dense, even translated.
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SCP-4357-0-A: YOU COULD TRY KANT FIRST.
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Dr. Harlan: Is he any easier to read?
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SCP-4357-0-A: NO, BUT HE'S SUCH AN IDIOT THAT YOU'LL KEEP READING OUT OF SPITE.
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Dr. Harlan: Right, actually, Doctor Giordano wants me to get those books back to Earth. Our Earth.
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SCP-4357-0-A: HUGH GAVE THEM TO ME AS A GIFT AND I'M NOT DONE READING. DICK CAN HAVE THEM WHEN I'M DONE.
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Dr. Harlan: When will that be?
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SCP-4357-0-A: I DON'T KNOW, I'M JUST A SLUG. HOW MUCH LONGER WILL HE LIVE?
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Dr. Harlan: Well, he's about fifty, so maybe another forty years?
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SCP-4357-0-A: HE CAN HAVE THEM IN FORTY-ONE.
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Interview Log 4357-0-A_12-27-2015
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Interviewer: Junior Researcher Rudolph Harlan
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SCP-4357-0-A: YOU LOOK EXHAUSTED.
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Dr. Harlan: Nice to see you too, Sluggy.
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SCP-4357-0-A: YEAH. DID I EVER TELL YOU ABOUT THE RATS?
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Dr. Harlan: No, I don't think so.
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SCP-4357-0-A: THE BUILDING USED TO HAVE A RAT PROBLEM. WE DON'T HAVE MAMMALS BACK HOME, SO WE JUST THOUGHT THAT WAS NORMAL UNTIL SOMEBODY MENTIONED IT TO THE LANDLORD.
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Dr. Harlan: What did you do?
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SCP-4357-0-A: DON'T BE GROSS, WE DIDN'T EAT THEM. HUGH SET OUT TRAPS.
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Dr. Harlan: Eat— I never said you ate them!
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SCP-4357-0-A: YOU WERE THINKING IT.
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Dr. Harlan: Oh, so you're telepathic now?
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SCP-4357-0-A: YES.
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Dr. Harlan: Wait, seriously? Your species has telepathic capabilities? We have to test this, hang on. There's a whole protocol…
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SCP-4357-0-A: OH MY GOD, RUDY, LEARN TO READ SARCASM. I WAS JUST MOCKING YOU.
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Dr. Harlan: Right. Sorry.
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SCP-4357-0-A: I FORGIVE YOU.
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Dr. Harlan: Anyway, you said Dennehey set out traps? What kind did he use? They just keep ignoring the glue ones, and I don't like kill-traps.
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SCP-4357-0-A: OH NO ARE THE RATS BACK?
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Dr. Harlan: Yeah.
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SCP-4357-0-A: CAN'T YOU ASK DICK TO TAKE CARE OF IT?
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Dr. Harlan: We, uh, well, the budget is tight, and he can't exactly call an exterminator.
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SCP-4357-0-A: WHAT ABOUT THE RADIATORS? IT'S STILL NICE AND TOASTY IN HERE FOR ME.
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Dr. Harlan: He can't exactly call a plumber, either. We're supposed to keep the windows shut too, because, you know. Clandestine Site.
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SCP-4357-0-A: SO YOUR LANDLORD IS MAKING YOU LIVE IN A RAT INFESTED, MOLDY SAUNA. IS THAT WHY YOU'RE ALWAYS SO TIRED?
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Interview Log 4357-0-A_01-19-2016
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Interviewer: Junior Researcher Rudolph Harlan
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Dr. Harlan: It's going to have to be a short interview today, sorry. I was hoping you could tell me a bit more about your species' hatching and growth cycle.
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SCP-4357-0-A: JESUS CHRIST, RUDY, YOU LOOK AWFUL.
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Dr. Harlan: Wow, okay.
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SCP-4357-0-A: NO, I'M SERIOUS, WHAT'S WRONG?
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Dr. Harlan: I… uh, so, your larval stage is aquatic, right? Do you reach sexual maturity as soon as you move onto dry land, or is there more development and growth first?
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SCP-4357-0-A: RUDY, TALK TO ME.
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Dr. Harlan: Um. Well, you know. Working here is a busy job. An exciting job! But I don't have time for, uh, well, much else. Especially with the "no visitors" policy, it's just hard to have… uh, so, your species tends to form long-term mating pairs. Is this to optimize the chances for reproductive success, or is there a societal reason as well?
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SCP-4357-0-A: WE GENERALLY MATE FOR LIFE. THERE ARE A LOT OF REASONS WHY. HUMANS DO THAT TOO, RIGHT?
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Dr. Harlan: Yes. Well, not always, no. I mean, that's the expectation, sure, but in reality it's more complicated than that. A lot more… uh, anyway, females of your species tend to be larger than males. Does this lead to any divergent roles in society?
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SCP-4357-0-A: YOU PEOPLE TAKE SEXUAL DIMORPHISM WAY TOO SERIOUSLY. HUMAN ROMANCE IS HILARIOUS. HAVE YOU READ “PRIDE AND PREJUDICE?” IT'S THE FUNNIEST THING I'VE EVER SEEN.
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Dr. Harlan: I like that book.
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SCP-4357-0-A: LOOK, I'VE BEEN STUDYING YOU LONG ENOUGH TO LEARN A LOT ABOUT HUMAN PSYCHOLOGY. I'VE ACTUALLY SPOKEN AT A FEW CONFERENCES ON THE SUBJECT.
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Dr. Harlan: You're researching us?
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SCP-4357-0-A: OBVIOUSLY. WHY DO YOU THINK I KEEP COMING BACK?
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Dr. Harlan: I just thought… never mind. What does this have to do with anything?
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SCP-4357-0-A: MY DEEP AND THOROUGH INSIGHT INTO THE HUMAN PSYCHE TELLS ME THAT YOU'RE NOT ASKING ABOUT OUR MATING HABITS ENTIRELY OUT OF SCIENTIFIC CURIOSITY.
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Dr. Harlan: It's just that, well. We're not allowed to have visitors, or family living here, and it's such a busy job that I don't have time to go out much. And my wife, she, uh. She couldn't…
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Dr. Harlan: She just couldn't. Hey, let's talk a bit more about academia on your Earth. So, you're a scientist?
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SCP-4357-0-A: WOW, I'M SORRY. YOU CAN'T MOVE OUT?
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Dr. Harlan: Theoretically I could, but Dick— uh, Doctor Giordano needs the staff to be on hand here.
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SCP-4357-0-A: YIKES. WELL, AT LEAST YOU GET FREE HOUSING OUT OF HIM.
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Dr. Harlan: Um.
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SCP-4357-0-A: OH MY GOD, RUDY, DO YOU ACTUALLY PAY RENT IN THIS SHITHOLE?
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Dr. Harlan: We get a discount! It's, you know, it's pretty cheap.
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SCP-4357-0-A: YOUR BOSS IS MAKING YOU PAY FOR THE PRIVILEGE OF GETTING DIVORCED IN A MOLDY TENEMENT FROM HELL.
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Dr. Harlan: I mean, when you put it like that, it sounds… bad. Very bad.
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SCP-4357-0-A: RUDY, I LIKE YOU. IF YOU HADN'T EVICTED ME FROM MY HOME AND THEN MOVED IN BEFORE THE SMELL EVEN STARTED TO FADE, I MIGHT ACTUALLY CALL YOU A FRIEND. BUT YOU HAVE TO UNDERSTAND, FROM MY POINT OF VIEW, THIS IS OBJECTIVELY HILARIOUS.
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Dr. Harlan: I… yeah. Okay, I get it.
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SCP-4357-0-A: HEY. BUDDY. GO HOME AND THINK ABOUT THINGS FOR A BIT.
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Dr. Harlan: I am home. I live two doors down the hall.
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SCP-4357-0-A: HAHA YEAH, I KNOW.
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As of 1/20/2016, following Junior Researcher Harlan's departure from the Foundation and return to civilian life, no further interviews have been conducted. Interviews will resume following sufficient restaffing of Clandestine Site-102.
Procedural generation schema of simulated ARC-1432-3B2 environment. Said schema is responsible for 3-dimensional surface retexturing of physical SCP-4523 terrain.
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SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-4523 is currently contained within Site-119's SIMULACRUM network. It is to remain permanently isolated from any and all existing computer networks1, instead utilizing its own remote connections through existing SIMULACRUM infrastructure. Access to SCP-4523 has been heavily restricted, preventing any personnel but Director Natasha Reyes complete access within the sandbox environment.
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+DESCRIPTION: SCP-4523 is a Class-C procedurally generated digital sandbox2 currently isolated on data cluster 15AC of sector 1204 within the SIMULACRUM environment. SCP-4523 is classified as an experimental build composed of esoteric and anomalous technologies, possessing a 96.06% similarity to the physical world through features including:
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HOST PLAYER: Natasha Reyes
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SANDBOX OVERVIEW: SCP-4523 is a SIMULACRUM-hosted simulation copying the physical attributes and surrounding features of Site-148 — a Foundation site under the previous leadership of Director Natasha Reyes — for the purposes of improvement and Site Director training. Fragment data extracted from host player's primary memory module has been successfully able to replicate up to 80% of the original environment.
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> Confirming system heartbeat and echo ping reply……… OK!
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CHAT LOGS - DIR. REYES
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I can't get over how insane this is.
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Director Natasha Reyes, reporting in after her first few days inside the system. It's been… a weird transition — going from a typical day outside to being moved inside here. Not a lot has changed since the merge. Well, except for this fancy console with all of these weird switches and dials that I was given.
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I've been asked to keep this relatively updated as time goes on. I was warned that certain aspects of this sandbox might… change… after awhile. Frankly I wish they would've elaborated on that a bit more, but we'll be ready regardless.
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CHANGEID
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DATE
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DESCRIPTION
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1
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V0C611061
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9/25/2032
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Increased anomalous spawn range from 4% to 14%.
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2
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V0C619203
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09/30/2032
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Altered simulacra personality matrix schema for more aggressive and lifelike responses to Foundation personnel and abnormal phenomena.
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3
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V0C621776
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10/5/2032
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Increased sporadic likelihood of attempted anomalous breach. Humanoids, in particular, have been given an additional 6% chance of successful escape when improper containment protocols are completed.
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4
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V0C621919
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10/7/2032
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Materials have been reamplified to match real-life counterparts. Resolved issue allowing temporal phasing through telekill alloy when eating generic food items.
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5
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V0C622900
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10/9/2032
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Environmental parameters have been altered permanently. Reducing sunlight and increasing lifecycle of pre-generated fauna.
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RECORDED SNAPSHOT
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[BEGIN TRANSCRIPT]
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Camera recording begins outside of Site-148's recreational facility. Inside numerous Foundation personnel can be seen exercising, resting near benches and patio tables, or engaging with others. Most remain expressionless, however some appear to smile slightly. Whispering and murmuring can be heard as the camera pans throughout the facility.
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{$caption}
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The recording then moves into the hallways through Site-148. There is notably less traffic than before. More personnel can be seen entering or staying within their offices, doing miscellaneous work. Several anomalies can likewise be seen throughout the premise, mostly awaiting processing before their containment commences.
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Another sweep of the premises commences before camera pans out to the external environment. It is approaching sunset. On the streets outside, simulacra stroll throughout. None detect the camera as it continues to navigate through crowds.
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One simulacrum briefly clips through an restaurant building before returning to normal. No additional phenomena manifest before the camera fades to black.
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[END TRANSCRIPT]
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CHAT LOGS - DIR. REYES
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When I took this position I was provided with a very simple description: "Help them improve and we'll help you improve." And that made sense — I'd monitor the situation here and once it was over, things would go back to normal. I'd return to my Site, and my office, and my family, and that would be the end of that.
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Except it's not just that. Of course it's never just that with these people, huh?
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No, instead they start changing things in the background and don't inform me about it until the situations escalate outside. Of course, they don't have to worry about it. They're not the ones dealing with the sudden change management requests or the increasing accidents.
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No, that falls onto me to fix.
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I can't be too upset, I guess. It's not like anything has been detrimental to our work. I just wish there was some more transparency. Is this a test? Are we being penalized for something? I know our Site wasn't the best kept place in the world but… ah, what the hell. Things are still fine, people are mostly happy, so I guess I shouldn't complain too much.
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Speaking of, they never told me that I'd be able to change the literal variables of my personnel. It's weird to me that I can essentially do whatever I want with them — make them happy or mad, give them higher strength or more intelligence, the whole 9 yards. I've been too busy to try and test it out now but maybe that might come in handy here in the future.
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Maybe I could even edit myself sometime. What a strange thought.
Current peak efficiency exceeding 45%. Workload has been increased.
+(70) issues still require attention.
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Welcome Center of Site-148 reconstructed after a vehicle collided into the fronts doors, injuring 3 personnel.
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Charity event was completed successfully to fund the local hospital nearby Site-148. Proceeds were wired anonymously. During the event, Personnel satisfaction rose a total of 8%. Average productivity decreased.
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14 Safe-class anomalies have now been contained within Site-148. Construction of sublayer underneath Site has been approved and remains underway.
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Site-148 has awarded Site leadership with increased pay wages. Personnel satisfaction increased tremendously. Current budget has been decreased to accomodate sudden change.
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Incident involving local Mobile Task Force Team and general public resulted in 14 public casualties. User profiles of the deceased have been deleted, re-generated, and deployed again into simulation.
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SYSTEM CHANGES
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#
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CHANGEID
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DATE
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DESCRIPTION
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6
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V0C623111
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10/12/2032
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Increased anomalous spawn chance by 8% following increased Site-148 storage capacity.
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7
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V0C623135
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10/14/2032
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System repair client executed to address outstanding system-wide issues of spontaneous errors and instability outside of Site-148. No outages reported following completion of client.
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8
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V0C623166
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10/29/2032
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Wildlife has been shrunk by 17% following reports of overly large and aggressive animals within simulation. Aggression levels remain unchanged to deter simulacra from going out-of-bounds.
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9
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V0C62501
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11/08/2032
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Documents now have a 15% higher change of rejection if not properly stamped with the appropriate confidentiality agreement. Further quality changes remain pending by system operators.
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10
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V0C62503
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11/09/2022
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Permanently reduced chances of clipping between personnel and anomalous entities by 16%. Spawning of personnel within anomalies pending permanent resolution.
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RECORDED SNAPSHOT
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[BEGIN TRANSCRIPT]
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{$caption}
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Camera recording again begins inside Site-148's recreational facility. Far fewer personnel can be seen within — approximately 15 to 20 persons total. Many appear slightly discontent, irritable, or otherwise expressionless. Far fewer are doing active tasks; many carry clipboards, laptops, or other devices used to work. One appears to be straining to smile towards the camera, but the action cannot be verified.
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The camera continues down the hallways of Site-148 as per usual. Less traffic is observed. One Level-2 personnel can be seen wiping tears from her eyes as she concludes a phone call at the end of the East wing. 2 anomalies struggle with on-site security as they are processed and contained.
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The camera phases out of Site-148 again and begins recording the surrounding city. It is noticeably darker than normal, with very few simulacra walking outside. Moving cars are noted to flicker in different hues of color but are otherwise operational.
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Perspective pans behind another building to see 3 additional simulacra suspended outside of an open window, facing towards the ground. They hover several feet past the external wall, flickering out of existence momentarily before automated sandbox systems correct their location and transport them back inside the building.
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No further anomalies present as the feed dissipates.
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[END TRANSCRIPT]
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CHAT LOGS - DIR. REYES
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I think I'm starting to understand this variable stuff now.
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I've been too scared to do anything significant, but these variables are all starting to make sense to me. I've really just been testing with one person for now — Adam from Purchasing — and frankly I think it's been going well.
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He stops by my office everyday to chat. He seems far happier once I changed his little personality meter on my console. And he's more productive too — some of his numbers have started coming in and he's far outpacing most of his peers. All-in-all, good signs. Especially since it doesn't appear that I'll be getting any help from any system operators outside.
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With that being said, I suppose some caution is still necessary. I wouldn't want to edit the wrong thing. That would probably be bad. Especially since, like I said before, they're only going to make this harder and harder on us.
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But whatever. If they want to give me a challenge then I'll show what we're capable of. Maybe then they'll start to listen to me.
Current peak efficiency exceeding 57%. Workload has been increased.
+(57) issues still require attention.
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Cascading security breach involving 4 separate anomalies resulted in Site-wide lockdown lasting 44 hours. Casualties unknown due to anomalous properties, but estimated at approximately 125. Procedural simulacra have been regenerated to repopulate simulation.
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Output variable errors required system reboot of SCP-4523 and surrounding infrastructure. Network delays were reported as system startup initiated. Reboot of default gateway resolved outstanding issues.
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Large Scale Aggressor was introduced into SCP-4523 by request of system operators. Site-148 successfully able to contain threat, but lost an additional 15 personnel.
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Internal Site-148 audit has been scheduled after successful backup of SCP-4523 systems.
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SYSTEM CHANGES
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#
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CHANGEID
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DATE
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DESCRIPTION
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11
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V0C62999
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11/23/2032
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In-universe currency has been adjusted to significantly reduce net worth. Site-148 budget has been reallocated to reflect this change.
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12
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V0C30110
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11/26/2032
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Ambient lighting has been altered to reduce glare from reflective and/or metallic materials.
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13
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V0C30123
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12/01/2032
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Automated intelligent constructs have been refreshed with latest updates. Minor issue involving incompatible system integration with existing infrastructure was rectified. System downtime reported at 21 seconds.
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14
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V0C30137
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12/05/2032
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Personnel efficiency has been reduced permanently by 16%. Consult system operators for additional information.
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RECORDED SNAPSHOT
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[BEGIN TRANSCRIPT]
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Recording starts just past the front doors of Site-148's Welcome Center. One person — a Level 1 receptionist — is recorded by the camera. The lights overhead are significantly darker than usual. It is unknown if they are intentionally dimmed or darker due to an unknown graphical error.
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{$caption}
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The hallways within Site-148 remain mostly empty. Several security teams are currently responding to a minor containment breach. Some personnel can be seen scribbling on documents or notepads in the recreational facility but nothing else of interest occurs.
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Camera phases out of Site-148's exterior wall and back outside. It is just after sunrise. Simulacra can be seen walking about, although there are significantly fewer than normal. No abnormal phenomena occurs during recording outside.
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Camera stops recording after 5 minutes of non-activity.
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[END TRANSCRIPT]
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CHAT LOGS - DIR. REYES
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Director Reyes again, reporting in.
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Been working more and more with the console. The entire Keter wing has been dialed up slightly. Productivity, engagement, satisfaction scores — all in the positives. Guess it's starting to make sense why they gave me this now; we can barely stay on top of things when they keep rigging the game.
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Thinking about it now just makes me more confused. Were they hoping that somehow this would teach me to be a better leader? Is this console supposed to mean something more? They keep holding down the gas and not telling us why. What happens if we need to pull the brakes for a second? Or when our people start dropping? None of this lining up right in my head.
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But I guess that's also sort of the point, right? They want this to be a challenge. A test, or maybe just so they can see what all's possible before things start heading south. Which, you know, is fine. Especially with this tool at my disposal. I can just… turn a dial, and things start changing in my favor.
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I guess I'm just unsure if this is the correct approach. But I'll keep going at it for now.
Current peak efficiency exceeding 70%. Workload has been increased.
+(39) issues still require attention.
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Improper boundary specifications allowed 13 personnel to fall out-of-bounds. Bound checks were ineffective at respawning players within simulated area. They are considered permanently lost.
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3 ontokinetic anomalies breached containment, permanently altering SCP-4523's physical landscape. All attempts from operators at reverting the applied changes have been ineffective. Additional layers have been created to obfuscate damaged terrain.
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Spontaneous wildfire within area surrounding Site-148 resulted in delay of critical supplies. Additional measures have since been taken to reduce chances of these random events from occurring.
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Several audits of Site-148 have indicated minimal progress. Weekly evaluation checks have been enacted by system operators to determine further courses of action.
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Due to an unforeseen system error, 3 uniquely generated office buildings were temporarily hidden from view. Soft restart of system services restored them to a functional state.
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SYSTEM CHANGES
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#
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CHANGEID
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DATE
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DESCRIPTION
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15
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V0C30167
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12/02/2032
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Increased likelihood of spontaneous breach by 33% if containment units are not adequately monitored or inspected for degradation.
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16
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V0C30177
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12/06/2032
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Re-adjusted local and group policies to ensure players cannot supersede system limits of satisfaction following several unauthorized changes to player variables.
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17
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V0C30202
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12/08/2032
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Edited system variables to include ability to alter texture patterns and scope-of-impact for K-class level events
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18
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V0C30214
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12/15/2032
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Increased spawn chance of random phenomena by an additional 26%. Site-148 capacity has been doubled to ensure system functionality.
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RECORDED SNAPSHOT
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[BEGIN TRANSCRIPT]
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Recording begins outside the doors of Office 13 in the Administrative Center. The camera pans around to view the immediate hallway — nobody is visible. Inside the office a Level-4 personnel sits behind a computer screen. Surrounding her are stacks of trashed wrappers and foodstuffs.
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Her eyes — which now appear to be missing pupils — remains fixated on the screen. It is unknown if she is conscious.
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{$caption}
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Past her office, almost all of the hallways and public centers within Site-148 are nearly vacant. Very little activity is recorded as the camera continues monitoring Site-148. One anomaly can be seen suspended in mid-air, hovering upside down within the cafeteria. Its figure distorts into geometric shapes intermittently.
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Outside, the nearby streets and buildings are likewise vacant. What few simulacra remain appear notably more aggressive and violent. In a local parking lot, a locked car is being emptied out by unknown assailants with masks. No further events occur throughout recording.
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Camera returns back to Site-148, but little occurs. Camera eventually fades again to black.
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[END TRANSCRIPT]
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CHAT LOGS - DIR. REYES
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Nearly all of the personnel in Site-148 have been adjusted.
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I mean, what else can I do here? I can't keep up with everything that's been happening! Especially when we're already so busy. Using this console was my only option, and probably my best one at that. Now everyone is ten times more focused, happy, and physically equipped to complete their duties. Some have even elected to remain stationed on-site 24/7 — sleeping for just a few hours a day in their little office cots.
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I can't blame them; it's been ridiculous trying to keep up. Again, and again, the operators outside make these bizarre and nonsensical changes. All the while not even having the balls to tell me about them beforehand, despite my NUMEROUS requests to be involved. Now it's just a constant battle of hopeless catch-up.
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I'm starting to believe these SIMULACRUM operators are just ghosting me for the fun of it. Because why not, right?
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While I'm complaining, I can't help but mention the weird system irregularities that keep happening. Lot of it's been visual stuff — things don't look like they're loading in properly, or sometimes the walls and ceilings of my office don't always seem right. I had someone yesterday come up to me and report that simulacra outside are beginning to spawn without limbs or faces. Just husks… some even standing outside on the streets, alone for hours at a time before they're finally deleted.
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I keep trying to raise incidents tickets through the proper channels, but of course that hasn't gotten me anywhere.
Current peak efficiency exceeding 89%. Workload has been increased.
+(13) issues still require attention.
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System-wide outages reported after minor collision failure between Keter-class anomaly and Level-1 janitor. Both entities were systematically deleted from simulation, resulting in over 3 minutes of downtime. Emergency rollback procedures enacted to return SCP-4523 to operational state.
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Graphical textures fail to load for over 3 hours. System rollback procedures successful in returning the system to operational state.
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Site-148 leadership remove all PTO incentives after monthly reporting indicates a nearly 300% increase in anomaly manifestations and containment.
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Medical emergencies increase by nearly 76% due to unforeseen system/player errors altering their physical and emotional state. System and user profile backups subsequently fail and are unable to be restored to a previous state.
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SYSTEM CHANGES
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#
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CHANGEID
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DATE
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DESCRIPTION
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19
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V0C30226
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12/17/2032
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Anomaly manifestation range increased by 65%.
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20
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V0C30233
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12/22/2032
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Site-148 size reduced by 12% after automated systems detected minor collisions between it and the out-of-bounds border. All construction efforts have been permanently suspended.
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21
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V0C30235
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12/23/2032
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Anomalies have a significantly increased chance to become enraged if improper containment procedures are followed, resulting in a near-certain containment breach to occur.
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V0C30241
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12/25/2032
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Simulacra personality matrices altered significantly to reduce favoritism toward the anomalous or handling by Foundation personnel of said phenomena. There is now a random chance of retaliation from outside simulacra if anomalous phenomena is visually observed.
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V0C30255
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12/29/2032
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Documents that do not follow compliancy standards are now immediately rejected across all Site-148 departments, regardless of clearance, status, or current training. Personnel who have been determined to incorrectly submit documentation more than once are required to undergo training regiments until behavior is corrected.
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RECORDED SNAPSHOT
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[BEGIN TRANSCRIPT]
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Camera capture begins recording inside Site-148 cafeteria. 125 personnel can be seen standing, facing towards the camera. Some flicker in and out of view, but all remain fixated towards it. As the camera moves, their bodies rotate to remain angled towards the camera's lens. As recording continues, 14 Foundation agents faint from apparent exhaustion, excreting orange and green fluids from open orifices.
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Camera eventually begins navigating through open corridors and hallways. 6 Keter-class anomalies can be seen moving throughout the Site, uncontained. Security teams have been deployed, but most remain fixated towards the camera. Some personnel are fused into the ceiling and upper walls, causing them to twitch and vibrate erratically.
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The camera moves away from Site-148 and retreats to the outside world. The nearby city remains vacant. Night approaches, but the sky remains bright. The are no stars outside and the moon — which was previously visible — can no longer be seen.
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{$caption}
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The recording pans over to a lake situated several kilometers away from Site-148. There is a dock hat extends towards the middle. Just beyond the dock, two legs suddenly appear from the surface of the water. They writhe and squirm, but remain locked in position.
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The camera attempts to move closer towards the pair of legs, but spontaneously ceases recording after several meters.
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[END TRANSCRIPT]
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CHAT LOGS - DIR. REYES
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I fucked up.
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I fucked up so bad and I don't even know how it happened or what the damage looks like. I can't even fucking check because of all the shit that just keeps happening. I think somewhere along the line I changed an incorrect parameter. Maybe I edited the wrong field or something — regardless, I don't know how to fix it.
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I didn't even realize it until Adam — that guy from Purchasing I mentioned a while ago — stopped by my office today. Said he wanted to chat about some issues he's been having with containment drafts. And everything was fine until the flesh across his face inverted. There was this… this sickening crunch, and then he began to grin from cheekbone-to-cheekbone. His nose started to grind into the back of his throat while he cried and sobbed. I swore he was dying.
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I tried to ask him what was happening but he just keep muttering. Then his eyes began to deform and expand… and he just kept going. I couldn't tell if he was in pain or not but it didn't matter. He just continued ranting on. Then he handed me his productivity report. It said he had completed 3034 drafts in, like, 40 minutes, and he had a total productivity percentage of over 300 trillion.
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Then it started happening with everyone else.
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Now I'm desperately trying to figure out what I need to edit from the console to get things working again. But I can't when they won't stop making this fucking sandbox impossible to live in! I've begged the system operators again, and again to pause everything so I can recollect my bearings but they just won't listen. It's like I don't even exist to these people!
Current peak efficiency exceeding 99.999%. Workload has been increased.
+(1) issue still requires attention.
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Critical temperatures inside simulation exceeded 65 degrees Celsius. SIMULACRUM systems temporarily offline for nearly 15308680546 hours of downtime.
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Site-148 celebrates its 15 year anniversary and increases its productivity levels to -352860183204300404050%.
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Simulacra population grows exponentially, resulting in near immediate famine and increased hostility towards the paranormal. Site-148 has been placed in permanent isolation to ensure security.
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Time matrices implemented within SCP-4523 are permanently accelerated, causing an approximate perceived time of 15 years to pass within SCP-4523 every 13 minutes.
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Critical systems alert authorized after several thousand corpses overflow storage capacity and bring SCP-4523 offline.
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SYSTEM CHANGES
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#
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CHANGEID
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DATE
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DESCRIPTION
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24
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V0C30269
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1/1/2033
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Anomalies have been given a near 13498374908446% success rate at initiating a succesful containment breach.
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V0C30292
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1/4/2033
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New out-of-bounds border has been placed immediately outside Site-148. No personnel are hereby authorized to step past this boundary.
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V0C303011
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1/8/2033
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Cognitohazardous, infohazardous, and ontokinetic influences have been granted an 534903680945309683% increase in effectiveness.
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V0C393015
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1/10/2033
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Site-148 personnel have a -3254052302125689% chance of successfully apprehending any anomalous phenomenon outside of Site perimeter.
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[56 ADDITIONAL CHANGES OMITTED FROM DOCUMENT]
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RECORDED SNAPSHOT
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[BEGIN TRANSCRIPT]
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The camera initiates recording immediately outside of Site-148's Keter wing.
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It is impossibly dark. Recorded light levels do not exceed -34225213% as the camera pans closer to a large cross-section of improperly loaded textures and sporadic error messages. The errors exponentially increase in perceived size and volume before the camera finally phases past the external wall and into the facility itself.
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The first level is desolate. There are no visible personnel and no objects/materials within the environment. Randomly colored particle effects play in a loop just above the camera while the surrounding walls appear as a white void extending past infinity. The camera feed then flickers as it begins phasing through layers and layers of null environment underneath Site-148.
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{$caption}
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The camera passes out-of-bounds, but it continues deeper into the abyss. A crunch can be heard behind the camera's view, but a source cannot be determined. The camera lowers even further as the previously white void slowly becomes darker. This continues for several minutes until the perspective drops well into the blackness underneath the intended simulation layer.
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27 minutes pass until the camera feed flashes once more, apparently teleporting itself to Director Natasha Reyes office. She can been seen suspended limply in the air, just above the control console and her office desk. Surrounding most of the body are more error codes and debris fragments, while her limbs and torso intermittently disappear from view. After a few seconds the camera captures her widened eyes, but there are no pupils visible.
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The perspective pans around the Director's husk momentarily before the recording abruptly stops.
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[END TRANSCRIPT]
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CHAT LOGS - DIR. REYES
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[SYSTEM DATA CORRUPTED. PLEASE ESCALATE TO SYSTEM ADMINISTRATOR.]
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+> No further backups detected. Please input a command to continue.
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+> ERROR! Documents have been locked by system administrators. Please try another command.
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>> ping host | player == name:"NATASHA REYES"
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+> Attempting to ping host player heartbeat…
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> …
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> …
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> …
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> No response from target host.
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>> message VN0612034
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+> Command confirmed. Creating communication channel through bridged connection with VN0612034…
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Can I help you?
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+What happened here?
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This was supposed to be my case. What happened to Reyes and why are all of the documents locked?
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I'm sorry — there must've been a lack of communication.
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She's been retired. A consequence of messing with systems that were above her expertise.
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She knew better.
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+I didn't authorize that.
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You didn't have to.
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It was of her own volition.
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She played God when she knew she shouldn't have.
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+So as punishment she was driven to this? That's not part of any protocol that I'm aware of.
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Protocol? Nonsense. This was part of the contract that she willfully signed. The one that you helped with drafting.
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Site-148 wouldn't have lasted another quarter if it kept up its lacking numbers. She knew that better than anyone.
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+The purpose of her integration was solely for training and performance purposes.
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You're correct — performance training that we helped facilitate, as agreed upon.
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+But you did more than just train her. Didn't you?
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It was necessary.
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And from it we've learned crucial information.
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+Such as?
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Did you know that we can now re-download personality matrices back into players even after we've edited them?
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+What? What are you talking about?
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+> (1) document has been transferred to you.
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> Please wait while SIMULACRUM loads and processes the sent document(s)…
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POST-SIMULACRUM INTEGRATION
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Site-148 (Physical).
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DATE: 08/23/2033
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SITE AFFECTED: Site-148
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OVERVIEW: Following successful simulation of Site-148 via SCP-4523, 351 unique personality matrix profiles have been recovered. Said personality profiles have since been re-uploaded and integrated to their physical hosts after receiving explicit permission from Site-148 personnel.5
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The results of the profile transfer(s) may be found from the excerpted log (simula-4523-recovery.cpt) posted below:
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> (+ Click to view [323] additional results)
+> Integrating new personality profile into user Jared Peterson……… OK!
+> Integrating new personality profile into user Kelsey Goodman……… OK!
+> Integrating new personality profile into user Bushra Griffith……… OK!
+> Integrating new personality profile into user Cara Dotson……… OK!
+> Integrating new personality profile into user Marilyn Knowles……… OK!
+> Integrating new personality profile into user Natasha Reyes……… FAILED!
+> Integrating new personality profile into user Damien Shah……… OK!
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+> Full integration status of new personality matrices……… OK!
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> Command completed. Terminating further upload channels and restarting user SIMULACRUM connections…
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+RESULTS: Following successful integration of new personality matrix profiles recovered from SCP-4523, the below was recorded from Site-148 personnel after 1 year:
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Overall Site efficiency and productivity rose approximately 197%.
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Document formatting, editing, appearance, and formality rose approximately 301%.
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Effective containment of Safe-class, Euclid-class, and Keter-class rose approximately 96%.
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Personnel satisfaction, safety, and security increased an average of 143%.
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All previous, duplicated, or failed personalities of former Site-148 personnel have been permanently stored within Site-119's DEEPWELL vault for later use.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4552 is to be surrounded by a chain-link fence 2 meters high and watched by at least two armed guards at all times. Test subjects assigned to SCP-4552 have authorization for access, but must notify the Site Director before accessing SCP-4552 and must record all activity related to it.
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Civilians visiting the area are permitted to take pictures of the site, but trespassing of the chain-link fence is strictly prohibited.
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No imagery of the Foundation is to be kept on site, as the public may take note of the Foundation’s existence. All personnel assigned to SCP-4552 must be wearing an official Irish Army uniform as opposed to the standard Security Officer uniform.
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Description: SCP-4552 is the remains of a sandstone castle located around 12 kilometers west of Dingle, County Kerry, Ireland. The site is officially recognised as “Minard Castle” by the Republic of Ireland. The ruins consist of a rectangular tower house, constructed from roughly dressed sandstone blocks secured by a strong adhesive. All four corners of the castle's base were blown off during a siege led by Oliver Cromwell, former Lord Protector of the British Commonwealth. All occupants of the castle were either killed or forced to retreat, leaving the site in a state of disrepair.
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The lives of those that inhabited the castle remain mostly undiscovered to the Foundation and local historical societies, other than four diary entries (SCP-4552-01 through SCP-4552-04) written by a domestic servant who had previously helped maintain the premises (See Addendum 4552.1).
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Any personnel who enters the tower house of SCP-4552 will begin to hallucinate a dense fog, cutting them off from the outside world. The voice of a deceased loved one will then call out to them, often attempting to apologise or comfort the subject (If the subject hasn't lost an acquaintance in the course of their lifetime, no hallucination will occur). A vision of the loved one will approach the subject, often placing a hand on their shoulder or embracing them. The individual can interact with and speak to the vision for approximately 1 minute, after which the vision and fog will fade. Before the hallucination ends, it has always delivered the following verse:
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Allies have come and gone.
+Some leave with or without choice,
+Others remain in the world behind me.
+We are the same.
+Too mournful of the past,
+Too terrified of the future.
+Welcome to my sandstone Hell.
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Note: These hallucinations will not activate if two or more personnel enter SCP-4552 at a time. Additionally, those who do not enter the tower house are unable to see or hear the hallucinations, but can still hear the subject within SCP-4552.
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Addendum 4552.01: The following diary entries were recovered from within SCP-4552, found in a partially rotted chest within the castle's cellar. They have been translated from a form of Munster Irish to English.
Something appeared to be on Master’s mind. He seemed… Distressed? Jumpy? The Mistress was summoned by her parents recently, but she’ll be back by tomorrow evening, right?
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Apparently Master had requested the number of guards be doubled (or at least, that’s what Leonard told me). I’ll be damned if anyone here besides Master knew why. Golly, so much seemed off today; I hardly know what to write about!
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I’ve also been wanting to get back into poetry for quite some time now. I was planning on writing some this evening, but supper had taken quite a bit more time than I was expecting. A shame… I’ve had puffins on my mind all day. So carefree, so happy, so filled with life and joy for their brothers and sisters… quite a good subject for a poem if you ask me.
I’ve been meaning to tell Leonard how I’ve felt about him for awhile now. He’s got to say yes, right? Who else could he possibly be interested in? Oh, how I wish we could run away from this cold prison! Imagine our kids! Imagine our cute little garden, growing the finest herbs in all of Munster! What a happy day that will be; two puffins raising their happy little chicks.
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The Mistress returned home today, but Master still seemed so on edge. I don’t have time to worry about them, I’m much too happy to bury myself in his attitude.
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From the burrow you rise,
+Dressed in the black of desire
+Dressed in the white of innocence.
+Your beak is your mighty sword that will free us both
+From this sandstone Hell.
We have been told that Lord Cromwell’s Army is on their way, and that everyone on the estate must hold their ground.
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Hannah is gone. I don't care anymore.
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Death comes too soon,
+Or maybe to some, not soon enough.
+Let us leave this world behind.
+Come along, Leonard.
+I've had enough
+Of our sandstone Hell.
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~Aurnia
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Addendum 4552.2: The following test logs involving SCP-4552 were documented on 04/29/2018. In each test, a D-Class personnel who had lost at least one acquaintance during their lifetime was told to enter SCP-4552 and report any encounters with hallucinations. After the tests, all six subjects were offered Class A traumatic amnestic therapy. All subjects declined.
TEST 1
+Subject: D-20457
+Relation: Wife
+Hallucination:Don’t let me drag you down like this. It’s alright, I understand. Just be happy for both of us, ok?
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TEST 2
+Subject: D-20458
+Relation: Daughter
+Hallucination:Why are you crying, Daddy? Where’s Mommy? I don’t understand…
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TEST 3
+Subject: D-20467
+Relation: Father
+Hallucination:How’s Cassie? Don’t tell me she choked on a goldfish again! Good to see you champ. Come, I believe we have some time together now…
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TEST 4
+Subject: D-20558
+Relation: Sister
+Hallucination:Long time no see! Don't worry, you'll be with me and mom soon enough. Uh, that wasn't meant to be a threat or anything. Heh…
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TEST 5
+Subject: D-20502
+Relation: Father
+Hallucination:It’s been awhile, hasn’t it? Move along now. The living aren’t done with you yet.
+Note: The verse repeated at the end of the hallucination was spoken in Mandarin as opposed to English. Mandarin is the subject’s first language.
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TEST 6
+Subject: [REDACTED]
+Relation: [REDACTED]
+Hallucination:It wasn't my fault. It wasn't my fault. It wasn't my fault! Get away from me!
Special Containment Procedures: All recovered instances of SCP-4588 are to be stored in medium to large size clear plastic containers, kept in standard Safe-containment lockers. Alternatively, instances may be kept in closed-top glass terrariums. They are to be fed twice a day, using any available organic waste from the Site.
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Description: SCP-4588 are a group of fifteen currently captured sentient entities, labeled SCP-4588-1 to SCP-4588-15. The instances' physical appearance is identical to that of plastic bags and crumpled paper, found commonly across urban centers and environments. SCP-4588 displays no visible means of locomotion; despite this, SCP-4588 seems to possess the ability to drift and float around environments without any wind currents or outward stimuli.
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All known physical appearances of SCP-4588 are as follows:
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Colored plastic bags of various brands
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Newspaper issues dating as far back as 19██
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Takeout bags and food wraps of various brands
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Large colored garbage bags
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SCP-4588 instances are extremely docile, and do not seem to react to any non-harmful stimuli. Instead, they will glide across their current habitat in search of food. Instances have been subjected to sub-zero temperatures, and will reanimate upon reaching any temperature above 0°C, resuming their seemingly aimless travel. As an instance cools down, its movement will gradually slow, and the instance will crumple itself up, before ceasing all movement. Instances show surprising flexibility despite their frozen state, and can be further crumpled and unraveled without tearing or breaking apart. Conversely, when heated, instances speed will increase, and if given the opportunity, will seek to escape the source of heat. This is theorized to be a form of self-preservation, as SCP-4588 has shown a susceptibility to fire1.
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SCP-4588 instances have been observed to reproduce asexually. However, the method through which reproduction is achieved remains unknown. An instance will separate itself from others, usually into a corner or other enclosed area, and will slowly crumple into a small ball. After a varying length of time2, the instance will slowly unravel, a smaller instance of SCP-4588 rolling out of it, and immediately displaying behavior similar to that of other SCP-4588 instances. The appearance of the newly birthed instance will vary greatly, and no known pattern to the physical appearance of newborn instances has been observed. In 80% of cases, the newborn SCP-4588 measures at approximately half the size of its parent instance, and will grow to maturity over a period of 36 hours, at the end of which becoming identical in size to its parent instance.
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Attempts to dissect and observe SCP-4588's anatomy have provided inconclusive results. All dissected instances of SCP-4588 have shown no anomalous qualities, and appear to be made of standard paper, plastic, and ink, dependent on the material they currently replicate.
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Instances of SCP-4588 do not require water and can go for extended periods of time in extreme conditions with little to no food source. The longest recorded period being approximately seventy-two days, after which the instance ceased all movement and lost all anomalous properties, presumably becoming deceased. The entities feed by enveloping small objects with their body, completely wrapping the object in an airtight seal, and consuming them instantaneously. No trace of the object is left behind, and instances have not shown a preference between rotting or fresh foods. It is to be noted that the entities can only consume objects that which they can fully surround, as they seem to be unable to consume things partially.
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Instances of SCP-4588 have also been observed to "taste test" new and unusual objects that they come across in different environments. Once an unfamiliar object is noticed by the entity, it will float over to it and form its airtight seal on the object, before unwrapping and resuming its flight if it finds the object to be inedible. Human subjects that have had their extremities go under this process have described the feeling similar to that of being tickled, and zero cases have shown an instance consuming any contacted parts of the subject. This, paired with SCP-4588's extremely docile nature, makes it of little threat to humans and other large living organisms3.
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SCP-4588 was initially discovered on ██/██/2016 when a Field Agent noticed a paper bag blowing across a road in the city of ██████, ██████. The bag drifted toward a flock of pigeons and wrapped itself around a lone bird, leaving behind zero trace of the creature. The bag then continued to float down the street, showing no signs of the bird being captured inside the bag. The instance was swiftly and easily detained by the agent soon after, and brought to the Foundation for containment. All agents assigned to urban environments are to carefully observe any airborne trash they come across, due to the possibility of a stray instance of SCP-4588.
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Addendum 4588.1: On ██/██/2017, D-45881 was instructed to enter a temporary containment chamber, with all recovered instances of SCP-4588 inside. D-45881 was instructed to capture an instance, and attempt to ignite it with the matches provided to him. Upon catching an instance and striking the match, the instance appeared to show distress, and attempted to tear itself free of D-45881's grip. Upon ignition, the instance let out a high-pitched squeal, and burned up in approximately 3 seconds. At the sound of the scream, all other instances of SCP-4588(34 at the time) ceased aimless drift and began to soar towards D-45881, beginning to cover his body entirely. D-45881 was soon overwhelmed by the instances, and was unable to remove them from himself. After approximately 3 minutes of struggle, D-45881 became completely enveloped in SCP-4588 instances. D-45881 was then presumably consumed by the instances, as they began to disperse from D-45881's last known location, leaving no trace of him behind.
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Instances were observed to be unusually hostile towards all personnel entering the temporary containment cell for approximately 24 hours after this event, attempting to envelop personnel entering the chamber similarly to D-45881. Instances continue to show hostility and fear towards individuals who come into proximity with a box of matches or items similar in appearance.
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Since this event, SCP-4588 instances have also been limited to fifteen in their containment lockers at any time, additional instances spawned are to be incinerated in a separate cell to prevent possible events.
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Addendum 4588.2: On ██/██/2018, authorities in the town of ██████, ███████ were alerted to a disappearance of a child by his father. Upon arriving on the scene, the father who had called in appeared to be in hysterics while clutching a large plastic garbage bag in his hands. After being calmed down, the man was taken in for questioning and gave the following interview.
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Interviewed: Mr. ████ ██████
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Interviewer: Field Agent █████ under the pseudonym of Police Officer ████
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Foreword: Mr. ██████ was brought in for questioning at the nearest police station immediately following the incident, and was allowed adequate time to attempt to gather himself before giving a statement.
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Officer ████: Alright Mr. ██████, could you please tell me the sequence of events that led to your son's disappearance?
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Mr. ██████: Yes, yes, alright. I-It was Saturday afternoon. My son and I, heh, we had the day off so we figured we'd spend the day outside, y'know? Enjoy some time in the sun together.
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Officer ████: I understand, Mr. ██████. Please continue.
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Mr. ██████: S-So anyway. We were tossing a football around, trying out long passes, throwing backwards, just a father and son hanging out, classic, right? Heh..
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Officer ████: Please stay on topic Mr. ██████.
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Mr. ██████: I know. I'm sorry. Okay. A few minutes had passed, and out of the corner of my eye. I noticed something black, moving towards us. I took a quick glance after I returned the ball to my, my…
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Officer ████: Mr. ██████?
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Mr. ██████: Hm? Oh. Right right. Okay.
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(Mr. ██████ takes a deep breath before continuing.)
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Mr. ██████: I-It was just a big garbage bag, floating in the wind. I thought nothing of it. Who would? J-Just a garbage bag…
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Officer ████: Mr. ██████, I know this must be very difficult for you, but I need you to stay focused and explain what happened, this information is crucial to helping us locate your lost little boy.
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Mr. ██████: I know. I know. I'm sorry. It came over to us. I thought the wind was just blowing it, but, b-but there wasn't any wind. Not even a breeze.
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(Mr. ██████ takes another deep breath and wipes his face before continuing)
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Mr. ██████: My son, h-he just laughed as it flew into him, laughed as it enveloped him. I, I laughed too, and stepped towards him, t-to pull it off y'know? Kids can choke, suffocate, ya…
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(Mr. ██████ begins to tear up and cry lightly as he continues speaking.)
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Mr. ██████: I-I, I pulled it off. And he wasn't there. He was [EXPLETIVE REDACTED] gone. My son. My pride and joy, [EXPLETIVE REDACTED] gone in the blink of an eye. I looked through that bag, again and a-again. B-But he was gone. Just gone.
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Officer ████: Thank you for your time, Mr. ██████, this interview is over, a ride has been arranged for you.
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(Officer ████ stands up to leave.)
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Mr. ██████: E-Excuse me?
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(Mr. ██████ wipes his face and looks up at Officer ████, visibly confused.)
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Officer ████: I said we are done with this interview, you may leave, Mr. ██████.
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Mr. ██████: I mean, that's all? I just told you my son disappeared inside a garbage bag, and that's it?
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Officer ████: Well-
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(Mr. ██████ cuts off Officer ████ before he can reply.)
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Mr. ██████: No, no no no! You know something else, don't you?
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(Mr. ██████ raises his voice tone and begins crying as he speaks)
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Mr. ██████: You didn't bat an eye when I told that entire story, you know something else. You know what happened to my son! Tell me!
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(Mr. ██████ stands up from his chair and makes a motion towards Officer ████, two additional officers enter the room and restrain Mr. ██████. The interview is then ended.)
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Closing Statement: [Following the interview, Mr. ██████ was administered a Class-B Amnestic and led to believe his son had been abducted that day, and an investigation is still ongoing. The garbage bag mentioned was confiscated by the Foundation and later identified as an instance of SCP-4588. The new instance is kept in a large plastic container, and has been labelled SCP-4588-1]
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According to the father of the lost child, his son weighed approximately 23 kg, and had a height of approximately 1.3 m. SCP-4588-1 itself measures at 1.4 m in length and 52 cm in width, and has not shown any growth since being brought into containment.
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All instances of SCP-4588, save for SCP-4588-1, have been given new diets in attempt to discern if excessive growth is caused by specific foods or large amounts of food consumed.
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The list of known physical appearances of SCP-4588 has since been updated, as well as SCP-4588's object class. Field Agents assigned to urban and suburban areas have been instructed to watch for any similar unique instances, as well as to closely investigate missing children and animal cases in order to prevent further possible events.
Pictured (L to R): Entrance to SCP-4812-S's containment area (500m checkpoint) / SCP-4812-E's containment vault at Site-80 / Early file image of SCP-4812-K being pursued by Soviet jet fighters
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Designation Memorandum: Due to the unique nature of SCP-4812-S, -E, and -K’s relationship, a single object designation is used to denote the three entities as a group. However, each are considered their own individual anomalies, and are described within this file as such.
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Classification Memorandum 9/2018: Due to the unique nature of of SCP-4812-S, -E, and -K, each entity has been assigned an individual containment class.
Updated Containment Memorandum: Per Foundation Protocol 2513.99, the ongoing containment of SCP-4812 has been transferred to the jurisdiction of Project PARAGON. All other extant containment procedures remain in place.
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Special Containment Procedures:
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SCP-4812-S: SCP-4812-S is contained at its location of discovery. The entrance to the cave containing SCP-4812-S is to be sealed by three maximum-security vault doors. Entrance to SCP-4812-S’s site of containment is forbidden to any individuals without proper credentials. Under no circumstances should SCP-4812-S be exposed to any amount of light. SCP-4812-S is to be interacted with only by members of the fully-blind MTF Vestus-12 "Northern Star".
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Under no circumstances should SCP-4812-S be exposed to either SCP-4812-E or SCP-4812-K.
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SCP-4812-E: SCP-4812-E is contained within a thermally controlled vault at Site-80. Due to the nature of SCP-4812-E’s anomalous capabilities, its containment chamber must be kept at a constant 1,400°C. SCP-4812-E itself is contained within a tank of molten iron. Direct maintenance of SCP-4812-E’s containment chamber must take place outside of the cell due to the intense heat within. Special remote drones equipped with hafnium-carbide exteriors are to be used in maintaining the interior of SCP-4812-E’s containment cell. A drop in internal temperature of more than 50°C must be considered a breach of containment.
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Under no circumstances should SCP-4812-E be exposed to either SCP-4812-S or SCP-4812-K.
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SCP-4812-K: SCP-4812-K is currently uncontained. Due to the location and nature of SCP-4812-K, it is unlikely that its existence will be exposed, but caution must be taken in ensuring that any information pertaining to the entity is suppressed. Foundation information security assets are to monitor web traffic for any images, accounts, or recordings of SCP-4812-K. Further research into the nature of SCP-4812-K is required to prevent additional exposure should the entity present itself on Earth once again.
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Under no circumstances should SCP-4812-K be exposed to SCP-4812-S and SCP-4812-E.
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Victim of SCP-4812-S, recovered from within the subterranean cavern the entity was discovered in. Due to the condition of the skeleton, it is likely the victim died over three-hundred years ago.
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Description: SCP-4812 is the group designation for three anomalous entities, SCP-4812-S, -E, and -K, and a series of recovered documents (SCP-4812-1) that describe them.
SCP-4812-S is a large, amorphous entity located in a subterranean cavern near Alès, France. SCP-4812-S is attached to the walls of its cavern by a large number of long, adhesive-covered appendages that extend out of the main mass of the entity. Similar appendages cover SCP-4812-S’s entire body, though the majority are curled and tucked up to its central mass. Each of the appendages, and indeed SCP-4812-S’s entire body, is covered in fine, hydrophobic hair.
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SCP-4812-S is a Class-XIII visual hazard. Any living being that perceives SCP-4812-S visually will experience a violent biological reaction that is invariably fatal. Direct visual perception of SCP-4812-S is akin to exposure of the eyes, brain, and nervous system to an extremely caustic acid. The effect of SCP-4812-S is immediate and cannot be avoided once exposed. Victims will experience severe pain, bleeding through the skin and orifices, paralysis, asphyxiation, and eventually, death. The effect persists across all visual media, as images and video recordings of SCP-4812 will carry the same effect, though slightly less immediate and violent.
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Due to the nature of SCP-4812-S, it is unknown what the entity’s true appearance is. Individuals interacting with SCP-4812-S must do so in total darkness and wearing airtight suits, as even the minute and imperceptible amount of light naturally emitted by human beings is enough to trigger the effect of SCP-4812-S. It is unknown how light interacts with the surface of SCP-4812-S, as any individual who has looked at it for any amount of time has already died. Even the hairs on SCP-4812-S’s body, when shaved off and exposed to light, create a similar albeit lessened effect4 as the main body of the entity. SCP-4812-S’s ability is contained by darkness, as humans are capable of interacting with the entity if they cannot perceive it visually.
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Beyond being an extreme anomalous visual hazard, SCP-4812-S is otherwise immobile and does not appear to react to touch or noise. SCP-4812-S’s body is composed of organic matter, though spectral analysis has not been possible due to the nature of SCP-4812-S’s anomalous makeup. It is believed that SCP-4812-S’s tendril-like appendages extend deep into the earth around the cavern in which it is contained, though proper analysis of this has been difficult.
SCP-4812-E is a large humanoid (~15m in height) entity composed primarily of platinum with traces of tungsten and other metallic compounds. SCP-4812-E’s features are vaguely skeletal in appearance, though when in containment they are not visible due to the effect of high temperature on its metallic body.
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SCP-4812-E is a near-perfect heatsink; the temperature of its body when uncontained maintains a constant 0.0000000031K. SCP-4812-E does not experience thermal exchange; instead of acting in a way that would eventually reach thermal equilibrium, SCP-4812-E absorbs energy at a net loss to its surroundings. The rate at which this occurs is extremely rapid, and SCP-4812-E is capable of reducing a 10m x 10m x 10m containment cell at room temperature to near absolute zero in roughly sixteen seconds. Due to this, SCP-4812-E is continuously surrounded by an opaque field of frozen air and water and its true appearance is impossible to see unless exposed to high temperatures.
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Exposure to SCP-4812-E is nearly invariably lethal; subjects that are exposed to SCP-4812-E usually succumb in seconds as the temperature of the air around them plummets and the water within their bodies freezes. Even heavily insulated protective suits will only allow the wearer moments of protection from the effects of exposure. SCP-4812-E’s effect may be mitigated, however, by exposure to extreme heat. While SCP-4812-E’s effect is rapid when uncontained, if exposed to extremely high temperatures SCP-4812-E’s effect weakens substantially. This has made SCP-4812-E containable, so long as the entity is contained under constant high temperatures.
SCP-4812-K is a massive, silver winged insectoid bearing similarities to both stag beetles and scorpions. SCP-4812-K is roughly 180m in length, with six appendages (the forward two leading to large pincers) and a long, segmented tail ending in a pointed, serrated barb. However, in place of insectoid mouth and eyes, SCP-4812-K has the face of a man no larger than that of a typical human male5. SCP-4812-K has four wings that extend out of its back, and its entire body is covered in a thick, highly reflective biological chitin.
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SCP-4812-K spends the overwhelming majority of its time in the upper stratosphere, where it rarely moves in any perceptible way except to flap its wings to maintain altitude. The existence of SCP-4812-K was not realized until the discovery of SCP-4812-1, due in part to SCP-4812-K’s near-invisibility6 and its high rate of speed as it travels. SCP-4812-K routinely reaches speeds in excess of 800 km/h. SCP-4812-K does not respond to attempts to communicate with it, and will engage vehicles that draw too close to it (within roughly 700m).
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Several attempts have been made to secure SCP-4812-K in order to move it to a containment cell - however, all attempts have thus far failed. Fighter jets and remote assault drones have been able to keep pace with the entity, but are easily incapacitated by the entity’s raw physical strength and size. Additionally, no weaponry used on SCP-4812-K to date has been able to damage it in any perceptible way. On the contrary, anything that strikes the entity seemingly rebounds with the same kinetic energy as it did on approach, leading researchers to believe that SCP-4812-K is, in some way, a near-perfect reflector.
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Addendum 4812.1: Contents of SCP-4812-1
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SCP-4812-1 is a series of recovered documents and artifacts recovered from a collection of anomalous items previously held by Dutch collector Markus de Wees before his death. This collection, given the name “The Connington Set7”, contains the following items:
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Sixteen coins of various shapes and sizes, none of which account for any known denomination of currency,
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Five papyrus scrolls, Egyptian in origin, that appear to be ancient star maps. Analysis of these maps indicate that there were once notes written in the margins - however, these notes have been bleached out and are no longer decipherable.
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Three large tomes bound in leather-wrapped hardwood, penned in German, full of what appear to be archaic coordinates. One of the books also marks changes in temperature. These books were seemingly written over the course of many years.
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A brass spyglass with a cracked crystal lense. A piece of the cracked lense is missing. Looking through the spyglass, several small, ornate mechanisms are visible within. However, they appear to have been damaged in the past and are no longer functional.
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A thick burlap sack that apparently contains at least three more consecutive burlap sacks with a thick, gelatinous mass at its center. Looking at this sack tends to make subjects feel ill and suffer from a slight burning sensation behind the eyes.
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A pair of glasses with iron frames and solid iron lenses. One of the lenses is damaged. When worn by human subjects, a slight glow is visible through the iron lenses when looking at the burlap sack.
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A thin circlet made of gold and platinum. Has three prongs situated around the entire ring, two of which appear to have been broken off near the base. The third contains a small glass sphere that is warm to the touch.
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A journal written by Winston J. Connington. Contains depictions of all three SCP-4812 entities and the personal research of Dr. Connington himself.
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SCP-4812-1 scrolls on display as part of a Marshall, Carter and Dark exhibition in Berlin.
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Of the three tomes containing coordinates, the second has a short section written in Italian by, presumably, a different author than the rest of the tome8. The beginning of the section is a list of names and dates, with an orthodox dating system; many of the dates are written with another number beside the year, such as "1343 [89]" listed next to the name "Tornold of Yire". After the list of names comes a section where the author appears to have been listing notes to include in the longer section that comes afterwards. The translated text of the longer section is available below:
Of all of those old kingdoms and empires whose names were lost to the passing of time or the cruel mechanisms of their enemies, perhaps none is greater or spoken with more respect than that of the great House of Apollyon, the Sky Kings of Old Europ. The first of those great kings, Harrian I von Apollyon, is said to have descended from the blood of the King of Crimson Skies (often called Asem - the First Man), a legendary figure in the writings of the three Archmaesters of King Richard the Lionheart's court. The sky-
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The Sky Kings are said to have ruled Old Europ for a hundred generations. Though they faced opposition from the Daeva to the east and those faithful to the iron god in the south, their kingdom never faltered and their conquests were fruitful. It was the conquered foes of the House of Apollyon who first named the King Idus I von Apollyon "Sky King", for it was said his reach extended past the bounds of the earth and into the heavens above.
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However, over time came also complacency. In the 890th year of their rule, the Sky King Sarrus VIII von Apollyon is said to have grown bored with ruling and demanded a conquest of another, greater realm beyond their own. In his arrogance he looked past the lands of man and towards those across the sea, where the Fair Folk were said to live. The Sky King boarded his ships and with the largest army ever assembled, drove with fury across the waves towards the continent to the west.
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The Fair Folk, consumed with their own conflicts with the emergent power of the Children of the Moon to their south, did not expect the arrival of Apollyon and were consumed in a fortnight, their people scattered and their nobility stripped down and mutilated, in accordance with the customs of the conquerors. Only a single survivor of the brutality, a fae princess, was brought back in iron chains across the sea to suffer further horrors.
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The princess, though, had no intentions of arriving on the far shores of Ole Europ. As the King's fleet passed the great Eye of the Sea, she cast a wicked and wild spell upon the House of Apollyon, and the Sky King in particular. As a storm came upon them and brought many men and ships to the bottom of the sea, the princess prayed to an old and nameless god for vengeance upon her captors. Legend says the princess' iron chains caught fire and burned the King's flagship to cinders, and that Sarrus VIII himself was dragged into the deep by those same chains as he tried to throw them overboard.
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The fleet, however, did return to Old Europ, where the young Sarrus IX von Apollyon now ruled his father's kingdom. As retribution for the curse the princess had cast upon his father, Sarrus IX threw the princess into a dungeon deep beneath the earth and buried it, leaving her to rot eternally in the darkness. Afterwards, as a bulwark against the dark magics of the Fair Folk that his father's conquest may have brought upon his house, Sarrus IX appointed four great knights to defend his kingdom. They were La Hire the Fierce, Lancelot the Conqueror, Hector the Stalwart and Ogier the Faithful.
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While many of the others items are generally unremarkable, of particular interest to researchers is the journal of Dr. Connington. The majority of the text in the journal is written in a cipher, with very few sections (usually small notes that are not relevant to the rest of the text) that are written in German.
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A few short sections have been translated, due to a section of the cipher being inscribed on the inside of one of the larger tomes. The text contained therein has been translated and is available below:
The archivist of that great house named the first of the great profanities in the "Sixth Chapters of the Reign of the King Sarrus IX von Apollyon" when he wrote,
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Sorrowful was the Sky King Apollyon when the voice of the Enemy Beneath the Earth spoke to the souls of his knights, and he did banish them each. The long night settled over his kingdom and the winter winds came from the east - but Hector did not answer. Down from the far darkness came the Vinuvinex, what they called the Profane Restrictor, the first of the great profanities. The Vinuvinex cast a cold hand across the King's only daughter, and in her youth and weakness she did die.
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The star maps vexed me, but tracing them in the sky and following the movement of the star that cannot be seen I caught but for a moment a glimpse of the face of the one that La Hire had called the Profane Adamant. The text does not name it but the Daeva to the east had a name for that star, what they called the Lamenellant, or "The King of Many Faces". Three accounts of the Orator Magister of the Daeva king describe the Lamenellant, the Profane Adamant in the tongue of the great house, appearing as if from a space beyond spaces to the kingdom's ruination.
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The last of the profanities that lay upon the doom of the House of Apollyon was one with no depiction in any text, save for a black smear. This was the king of horrors, the Profane Dark, the one that festered in the Enemy's grave until it soaked through the earth and burst forth like a fetid tide. The curse on the Sky King's lips as it pulled him into the void called this great terror YASH, the last foe of man. Without La Hire's sword, Lancelot's mace, Hector's spear, or Ogier's faith, the full might of the sullen sorrow was brought to bear on Apollyon's broken heart, which shattered with his ruined kingdom. "Wrath," he spoke. "Wrath. Wrath. Wrath."
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Addendum 4812.2: Containment of SCP-4812 Entities
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SCP-4812-K being engaged by Global Occult Coalition defense systems.
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SCP-4812-K has been known to the Foundation since 1964, when it was confused for an experimental US air vehicle while crossing over the northern USSR. After being engaged by Soviet fighters over the Chukchi Sea, SCP-4812-K rapidly ascended to stratospheric heights and disappeared from sight entirely. Shortly thereafter, the entity re-engaged the fighters at high speeds, quickly destroying them.
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SCP-4812-E's travel path shortly after discovery.
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SCP-4812-E was discovered shortly after the acquisition of SCP-4812-1, when a Foundation discovery team investigating a set of coordinates noted in the third tome discovered a thermal anomaly beneath a lake near ██████-███, ███████. Further investigation of this site disturbed the earth and opened a small fissure beneath the lake, which drained lakewater into the opening. Shortly afterwards, the site experienced a significant drop in temperature as SCP-4812-E, which had previously been trapped in a thermal vent beneath the lake, ascended to the surface.
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After several hours of shelling over 8km of land, SCP-4812-E was finally contained when a controlled gas explosion was generated near the entity, followed by an immediate drop of molten slag over it by a remote carrier drone. The slag-covered SCP-4812-E was moved into a mobile electromagnetic kiln and transported to the thermal control DEEPWELL vault at Site-80.
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Addendum 4812.3: SCP-4812-K Hostile Activity
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On June 9th, 2002, three months after the discovery and containment of SCP-4812-E, SCP-4812-K was observed diverting from its anticipated path towards an area in the North Sea. A Foundation carrier division was diverted to the area, where SCP-4812-K had engaged with a Global Occult Coalition transport ship. The entity, which was unfazed by the conventional weaponry on-board the GOC vessel, appeared to be attempting to breach the exterior of the ship. Of note - SCP-4812-K had not ever previously been observed making this sort of unprovoked hostile action, especially at such a low altitude.
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The Foundation carrier group immediately engaged the entity, and after a short skirmish drove it away from the transport ship. The Foundation carrier group offered assistance to the GOC vessel, but this assistance was denied and the vessel continued on its course north. Satellite imagery showed the vessel docking in a previously undisclosed port in northern Norway.
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Addendum 4812.4: Secure Correspondence
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NOTE: THE FOLLOWING DATA ENTRY IS LEVEL 4/4812 CLASSIFIED WITH RESTRICTIONS. APPROPRIATE CLEARANCES ARE REQUIRED TO ACCESS THIS DATA FILE.
The following secure transmission was received by Operative Intelligence Command at Site-88 after the events described in Addendum 4812.3. The message was received under the identification credentials of Global Occult Coalition Commander Daniela Met.
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GC-92201 (CODENAME: MARS): a massive, winged, scorpioid entity with a metallic exterior.
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GC-92202 (CODENAME: PLUTO): a large, human-like entity that dramatically alters the total energy of the system directly surrounding it.
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GC-92203 (CODENAME: EROS): a small, partially mummified, vaguely human-like entity currently in possession of GLOBAL OCCULT COALITION TASKFORCE OMNI-045.9
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Based on information recovered by our agents, it is likely that you have the PLUTO entity in containment at one of your facilities. You are instructed to immediately make all efforts to destroy this entity beyond its ability to self-repair or regenerate. As directed by the SKY-KING DIRECTIVE, you are to also turn over any information you may have regarding this entity, and either of the other two entities described above.
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ATTACHED: Memorandum of Intent from GOC Commander Met
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I figure you're at least somewhat aware of the circumstances involved here. It's likely you were the ones who ran off with Connington's estate, so you have pieces that we don't have. Chances are that goes the other way too, since nobody has come asking for what we found in the Archduke's vault.
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I think it's also probably likely that you were the ones who dug up PLUTO, and now you've got him stashed somewhere hot. That's good, but there are more steps we need to take now. I applaud you for staying ahead of the curve so far. From what we've read, PLUTO is a son-of-a-bitch. I wouldn't want to be the one to figure out how to fit him in a box.
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Here's the long and short of it. The big flying guy, the one we call MARS - we all know the Russians were the first to find it when it knocked those birds out of the sky back in the sixties. What you might not know is that they managed to get a tracker around it, a communicator, and we've been able to watch where it's going for the last few years. It's looking for something. The way we figure, there are three of these things, right? They called them "profanities". You have one, now we have one, and MARS is the third.
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But the writings we recovered say it's looking for something else. It's looking for whoever cursed these things into existence. Now, it found PLUTO when you dug it out of the ground, so that's one. Our EROS10 it found when we accidentally unearthed it a few years ago as well, so there's two. It's the third, and now it's just looking for the boss. We've been keeping an eye on it for the last few months, and it seems to be favoring some place in France. If you don't have people searching under every rock out there to find this thing, you need to. We do. Our records say it's some sort of woman, somewhere underground. We thought it might've been EROS at first, but the thing we dug up is too small to be a human woman. The physiology is all wrong, too.
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Anyway, we need to make sure that MARS doesn't find this control entity. We think we can hurt it if we kill EROS, and you might be able to do the same if you kill PLUTO. They're all connected, we figure - at least, that's what the literature implies. EROS really has been a bitch to try and kill though, so if you have any ideas there we're willing to listen. You should do the same with yours.
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It's strange, though, isn't it? MARS coming down like that to get at EROS. I wonder why it never did that with PLUTO? And why does it keep circling those fields in France?
We've confirmed what we feared. They don't know it, but they've found her.
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We have teams currently en route to the SCP-4812-S site. We're going to dump fifty meters of lead and concrete on top of it - it's going to be your job to find a way to shoot that thing out of the sky.
SCP-4841: St. John of the Blood-Smeared Cross
+Author:Tufto. More of Tufto's work can be found here.
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Photograph found attached to SCP-4841-2; caption on the reverse reads "Yakov Tsaanov, before 1905 war".
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Special Containment Procedures: In cooperation with the Russian government, SCP-4841 has been cordoned off from the rest of Svyatilishche and public access has been prevented under the guise of a military land seizure. Foundation archeological digs are planned in the vicinity of SCP-4841 for mid-2020.
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Description: SCP-4841 is the Church of St. John in the village of Svyatilishche, Turukhansky District, Russia. SCP-4841 was constructed in the 1690s, and is believed to have been built on top of an earlier Ket1 structure used for an unknown religious purpose.
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Any depiction of a human figure brought into SCP-4841 will, after an indeterminate period of time beneath one hour, begin to anomalously generate blood around the eyes and wrists in the painting2. Shortly afterwards, the eyes of the painting will appear to move independently; they most commonly look at people present in the church, other depictions of the human form, and at the altarpiece.
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Although no corroborating documents were found, long-time Svyatilishche residents claim that SCP-4841 was abandoned at some point in the early 20th century. A new church was completed in January 1911, which served the community until an accidental fire damaged it in August 2018. SCP-4841's anomalous properties were thus only discovered on 29/09/2018, when Orthodox icons were taken into the building after it was temporarily reopened.
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In addition to its anomalous properties, SCP-4841 also features several highly unusual iconographical and architectural elements:
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Its construction in stone, a very rare occurrence in 17th century Siberia3. Analysis of the stone showed that it originated in northern Mongolia and had probably been reused from a previous structure on the site.
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Carvings on the exterior showing St. John with multiple arms. Aside from his characteristic chalice, he is also holding a cross-staff.
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An unusual inscription carved on a wall close to the church entrance. Although heavily damaged (apparently deliberately), it appears to be the words of a prayer to St. John which implores his aid against sin, temptation and "masters". Analysis of the carving dates it to the early 20th century.
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Addendum 4841-1: On 06/06/2019, the Foundation recovered the collection of Henry Korsakov, an American businessman of Russian descent who was involved in several anomalous communities. Among his belongings were several pages of a journal belonging to an unknown individual and an attached photograph (see above). The journal was primarily written in Russian, but with some words believed to have originated in an unknown Yenisei dialect. A translation of the journal entries follows.
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29th December, 1910 [11th January 1911 in the Gregorian Calendar]
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Miss Elena from down in the village proper died the other day. People are very angry about it. I turned nine today but I don't feel very [happy?] about it, because they are blaming Charki[?] Miroslava for it. Mama says it's the new priest, the one from Moscow, because he doesn't understand why we love St. John so much.
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I asked Charki Miroslava about it but she said that all she'd done was [making? crafting?] which I saw her do on Yakov when he came back from the war, and it worked on him. If that's what she did then it's not her fault, he didn't die.
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They're going to build a new church, and abandon the old one. The new priest says that there's too much of the [pagan? scream?] around it. Mama called him a [demon? easterner?] and said that he'd be gone too, all the others that had tried had gone. She told me stories of John and Lyudmilla his consort, and the war against the masters in Christ's name, and then she [took?] the wart from my skin.
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Boys started throwing stones today at me and Dmitry. Yakov and Afanasay told me that their fathers and grandfathers had loved St. John too, they'd just forgotten. Yakov said that when his grandfather was young, they had all loved St. John, and even the savages down the river had loved him, dozens of them. It's only three families now who remember how now.
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9th January, 1911 [22nd January 1911 in the Gregorian Calendar]
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I got chased away from the school today. The old teacher was a [lover?] but he had to leave after the stuff in Petrograd last year4 but the new one keeps telling Dmitry and I that we've been taught wrong.
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I'm really scared and there's nobody to talk to, Mama keeps taking us to the church to listen to Afanasay talk when the priest is gone. He carved a prayer into the wall and taught it to us, to keep away the [demons? easterners?] away. I tried to talk to Yakov but he just told me to have faith, and to be like St. [Tsaan?] and to hide myself.
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10th January, 1911 [23rd January 1911 in the Gregorian Calendar]
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We're in the church, all of us, Tsaanovs and Korsakovs and us Petrovs. Yakov did something and they can't come through the door but it's cold and we don't have much food. Dmitry keeps looking pale and wanting to run away but Mama Korsakov said he couldn't, that the [bone?] on the door couldn't be broken or we'd all die
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I just want to go home. There's not much food left. Yakov keeps talking about how nobody remembers but I don't think he does, or Afasanay, they just keep saying the words over and over again that Yakov's grandfather taught then but they're just words, words that do things, they've forgotten what they meant. I don't think St. John did the things they said. Nobody else thinks so but us.
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18th January, 1911 [31st January 1911 in the Gregorian Calendar]
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It's cold and the [bone?]'s breaking.
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Mama is sick and weak and Yakov just keeps chanting and Afasanay keeps chanting at the walls but we can't get out, they're all outside and their torches are aflame and there's no way out.
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St. John will save us, Yakov says, he overthrew the [easterners? daeva?] and he led Lyudmilla to the light of the [flesh?] but we've all forgotten, we just need to remember what we were and it'll be fine.
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Afanasay says he's found a way to cure us, cure us forever, but we won't like it, the [flesh?] must mix with the [loam? stone?] and become whole but I don't want to, he says we'll have to weep and weep and weep and the stigmata will keep pouring out and we'll just stare as the [flesh?] in the walls
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Mama is sick and she keeps crying out. We can't leave. John save us, John save us, John save us.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-489 is held in a containment unit at Site-113. To prevent personnel accidentally bringing insect life into SCP-489's cell, a shower room has been established outside of the containment cell; personnel will change into the clothes provided to them after cleaning. Testing with SCP-489 is limited to indoor spaces.
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Due to the potential of containment breach and site damage, at no point may insectile based anomalies, including instances of SCP-831, be stored at Site-113.
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Description: SCP-489 is a roughly dome-shaped conglomerate mass consisting entirely of objects used to kill or repel insects (e.g. aerosol pesticide cans, "bug zappers", flyswatters, footwear, and lighters). Each item is capable of independent autonomous movement, though they usually move along the ground as a whole when in motion. As of June 17, 2013, SCP-489 measures roughly five meters in height, and eight meters in diameter at the base.
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There is a badly damaged transit van in the center of the mass, which contains a human skeleton sitting in the driver seat; the skeleton's rib cage has been crushed. A faded, scratched logo can be seen on the right side of the van, which reads:
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Xtreme Xtermination [sic] Services.
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When an insect of any species comes within five meters of SCP-489, SCP-489 will surge towards the animal and attempt to kill it; of note is that SCP-489 is heedless of other non-insect organisms should an insect be on or nearby them when attacking, usually resulting in severe injury or death should said organism(s) fail to move in time. However, due to the number of objects moving at once, SCP-489 often fails to reach the target at all, instead having individual parts impede one another's movement. If SCP-489 fails to kill the insect(s), individual items on SCP-489 become hostile to one another and begin hitting objects adjacent to them. When not in the presence of an insect, SCP-489 is relatively docile, making study of it easier.
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Should SCP-489 successfully terminate an insect, objects capable of handling it safely (e.g. tweezers, shovels, etc.) will retrieve and pass the insect along the edge of SCP-489 towards the storage space of SCP-489; during this time, it becomes possible to see the transit van without imaging due to items moving out of the way to open the doors. The storage space of the van in SCP-489 possesses extradimensional properties, containing dozens of rows of glass jars stored on wooden shelves; every jar is full of various dead insects.
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If presented with new objects that would be considered "bug-killers", SCP-489 will readily attempt to incorporate them into itself; however, this habit makes its goal of exterminating insects even more difficult with the newly acquired mass. Newly added items immediately show signs of sentience.
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When new items are introduced to SCP-489, other items will enter the van's storage space and bring numerous jars containing disproportionately large specimens to the front of the storage space. These samples appear to serve as trophies for SCP-489; each jar is labeled with a date, and how the insect was obtained. Newly added items will gather around these jars in apparent admiration. Below is a list of several specimens SCP-489 has presented:
Description: Three beetle-like creatures each measuring ~1.5 meters in length. The abdomens are covered in large thorn-like protrusions.
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The Savage Spine-Shooting Beetles!
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Obtained July 7th, 1989
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Description: A thin, knobby, elongated creature resembling a stick insect with an additional six pairs of legs; each leg measures ~2.5 meters. Body length is ~5 meters.
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The Walking Lance!
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Description: A horseshoe crab-like creature with prominent mandibles, paddle-like legs, and several sac-like growths lining its back and underbelly. Length ~2 meters.
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The Aquatic Venomous Floaterbug!
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Obtained March 26, 1987
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A new challenge, one that took place beneath the waters of the Burmese Swamplands! We have the scars to show for it, but the beast fell after the puncturing of its venom sacs.
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Description: A humanoid entity 1.8 meters in height with eyes and proboscis resembling a housefly (Musca Domestica).
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The Bug Man!
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Description: An arthropod with four thick, short legs all spreading from its abdomen in a circle. Creature has large elongated pincers, and a head featuring a prominent proboscis and compound eyes. Height ~ 4 meters.
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The Bug That Killed Master
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Master fought hard, but he had finally met a bug he couldn't kill. We fought for him and made it suffer, but we couldn't save our leader.
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Description: A wooden case with several pinned, non-anomalous butterflies, beetles, and dried earthworms.
Special Containment Procedures: The rails SCP-4945 drives on have been constructed into a circular loop with a length of 1km. A 10km2 exclusion zone around SCP-4945's loop is to be evacuated and public access is to be denied under the pretence of military testing. Unauthorised persons attempting to enter the exclusion zone are to be detained, questioned and subsequently administered Class-A amnestics. MTF-Theta-1 "Trainspotters" are to be stationed evenly at 250m intervals on both the inside and outside of the loop. Speed cameras are to be placed at 100m intervals constantly pointed towards SCP-4945 with updates and changes in speed relayed to MTF-Theta-1. Should SCP-4945's speed drop below 30km/h all units are to prepare for T-Delta Event. Any hostile instances of SCP-4945-1 exiting SCP-4945 are to be shot and neutralised on sight; non-hostile SCP-4945-1 are to be subdued, detained and questioned if possible, for the period of materialisation, unless otherwise ordered by level 4 or above research staff.
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Description: SCP-4945 is a standard Royal Class DMU Passenger Train located at ███████ Railway, UK. Despite having no apparent driver, SCP-4945 is capable of movement, changes in speed and changes in direction. SCP-4945 requires no fuel and can run seemingly indefinitely. There is no discernible pattern to the speed and direction of SCP-4945's movement.
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SCP-4945-1 is the collective designation given to entities materialised on SCP-4945. SCP-4945-1 instances are a range of varied objects and autonomous entities.1 Up to ~45 SCP-4945-1 instances can be visible at any one time; however, entities will sporadically materialise and dematerialise at intervals of 10-180 seconds.
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While SCP-4945 is travelling above 20km/h SCP-4945-1 are unable to disembark SCP-4945. Should SCP-4945 be travelling below 20km/h SCP-4945-1 will attempt to exit SCP-4945; this is designated a 4945-Delta Event. Once SCP-4945-1 has disembarked SCP-4945 instances can last from anywhere between 4-10 minutes before dematerialising and range from harmless to extremely dangerous.
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Discovery: Reports of a "ghost train" in local ███████, UK started gaining popularity with townsfolk. Local reports included descriptions of different SCP-4945-1 instances observed, including old western American cowboys and "Hot Wheels" branded toy cars among others. Embedded Foundation agents in ███████ investigated, discovering SCP-4945 moving at a pace of 55km/h with no apparent driver. Agents requested Foundation assistance and disinformation routines were enacted on ███████ and surrounding towns.
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4945-Delta-03
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SCP-4945 was observed to have ~80 SCP-4945-1 in the form of origami foxes on board. Upon reaching 16km/h, all of the origami SCP-4945-1 attempted to jump from SCP-4945, resulting in most of them being blown away and the rest being crushed under SCP-4945's wheels. A large SCP-4945-1 in the form of an origami fox, measuring approximately 140cmx230cm, then departed from SCP-4945 and attacked nearby units. MTF-Theta-1 was able to neutralise the instance after 2 minutes, suffering two casualties.
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4945-Delta-07
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Upon hitting 20km/h, four SCP-4945-1 jumped off SCP-4945 in the form of monkeys and began hurling faeces at MTF-Theta-1 Units. SCP-4945-1 were promptly subdued as SCP-4945 came to a full stop. Another SCP-4945-1 emerged from SCP-4945 in the form of an Apollo-11 Spacesuit,2 and began vocalising a misquoted version of Neil Armstrong's first words on the moon, in a voice matching identically to Armstrong; "That's a small step for a man, but a big leap for another man."
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SCP-4945-1 in the form of a female child with long blonde hair and blue eyes departed from SCP-4945. SCP-4945-1 instance approached MTF-Theta-1 Units and vocalised, "Where's D█████? I love D█████! He's my favouritest in the whole world! Where are you D█████? I need you!", before dematerialising. This was the third time this specific form of SCP-4945-1 had manifested.3
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Incident 4945-Delta-16:
+Frequency of 4945-Delta events had increased exponentially since SCP-4945's discovery. On 25/07/20██ SCP-4945 came to a complete stop from 67km/h in under 0.02 seconds. Almost immediately an SCP-4945-1 instance, in the form of a middle-aged adult male, exited SCP-4945 and surrendered to MTF-Theta-1 forces compliantly. Questioning of the entity revealed major flaws in the original document for SCP-4945, and as such a new document has been produced. Special Containment Procedures have been updated accordingly, comply with new procedures immediately. Interview follows:
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Interviewed: SCP-4945-1
+Interviewer: MTF-Theta-1-04
+Foreword: Theta-1 were briefed in interrogating non-threatening SCP-4945-1 instances and given a line of questioning to follow should it be required.
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MTF-Theta-1-04: SCP-4945-1, Who or what are you?
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SCP-4945-1: I assume you mean me? Well, I'm not all that important really.
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MTF-Theta-1-04: Your importance is irrelevant. Who or what are you?
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SCP-4945-1: Well isn't it obvious? I'm D█████'s dad. Well, I'm not D█████'s dad but that's what I represent for sure.
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MTF-Theta-1-04: Who is D█████?
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SCP-4945-1: I just told you, my son.
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MTF-Theta-1-04: What do you and your son have to do with the train stopped behind you?
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SCP-4945-1: I don't really have anything to do with it, of course, I can't say the same for D█████'s real father.
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MTF-Theta-1-04: What are you talking about?
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SCP-4945-1: I may just be an imagined version of him but I still hold some of his memories, at least the ones D█████ also experienced.
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MTF-Theta-1-04: Can you explain what you mean by imagined version?
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SCP-4945-1: None of this is real of course, we're all in D█████'s head. How could you not know that? You're here too?
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MTF-Theta-1-04: Where's D█████'s location?
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SCP-4945-1: Oh he's probably just-
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SCP-4945-1 dematerialised as SCP-4945 began to move again. Investigations into D█████ were launched and facial recognition programs were run looking for a match with the SCP-4945-1 instance. A match for the SCP-4945-1 instance was found in ███████, UK and Foundation agents detained the match and designated them PoI-25053. His son D█████ was with him and was designated SCP-4945-A.
Various instances of SCP-5043, along with original packaging.
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Special Containment Procedures: All available supplies of SCP-5043 are kept in a climate-controlled storage area at Site-120. Testing of SCP-5043 requires Level 4 authorization, and is to be conducted at a blast-proof testing chamber or an approved Foundation bomb range.
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Description: SCP-5043 refers to a bottle of anomalous pharmaceutical tablets and various other small objects, labeled "dado's1brainexplsoesenotsrsogsgsdgkpskplsdhpsd, …uh, the… do, the make the your brains have a blow splosion" [sic]. SCP-5043 is packaged in a mundane plastic vitamin bottle, which has been taped over with a crudely-drawn label.
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Three seconds after consuming SCP-5043, the subject's head will explode at a force comparable to one (1) kilogram of TNT. Once this has occurred, the resultant viscera will display minor attraction towards the subject's torso, accelerating towards it at 0.03 m/s . If not restrained, the subject's viscera will eventually group together at the exposed neck and reform into a living, fully functioning head. The memories and personalities of subjects remain largely intact.
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Subjects undergoing the effects of SCP-5043 have reported varied experiences. Of the 20 individuals tested so far, 7 have reported total unconsciousness. 5 have reported their sensory input and cognitive functions to be reduced commensurate to that of REM-sleep. 4 have reported the experience to be exhilarating, some having likened it to usage of narcotics. The remaining 4 have reported SCP-5043's effects as painful, confusing and/or frightening.
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SCP-5043 contains a secondary, infohazardous anomaly. Subjects attempting to speak the words "dado's brain explosion" or a variety thereof, will momentarily trail off into nonsensical babble. This effect will only occur when used in reference to SCP-5043.
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SCP-5043 was discovered on March 10th 2020, when it was delivered unnoticed to a Foundation front company in New York City. SCP-5043 was brought to Site-120 for testing and storage.
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Addendum SCP-5043-1: Packaging of SCP-5043
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While the packaging of SCP-5043 is itself non-anomalous, it was brought under scrutiny in an attempt to gauge more information about the individual known as "dado". The following points of interest were considered particularly noteworthy:
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In addition to pharmaceutical tablets, the packaging also contained various vitamin tablets, candies, nonpareils, uncooked rice, allspice and paperclips, all displaying identical anomalous properties.
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SCP-5043's bottle was originally for non-anomalous vitamin D supplements.
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The bottle's label is affixed with consumer-grade masking tape.
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The label's product information is written with a pencil. On the backside is a crudely-drawn insignia resembling an FDA approval stamp, made with a red crayon.
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The label itself was originally a receipt for toast, lactose-free milk, chicken nuggets, margarine, grapes, hamster feed and two packets of AA batteries, bought at Walmart Macroplaza in Baja California, Mexico on 11/12/2019.
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The adverse side of the label contains the phrases "dado's mind wipe", "mental break down by dado", "dado's mental break down" and "dado's brain splosion" written with a pen.
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Attached to SCP-5043 was also a slightly crumpled letter, purportedly written by dado, stating that SCP-5043 is a 'test bach' [sic]. It also contains a lengthy, sporadic and likely exaggerated account of running a failing business, financial problems, political persecution and mental instability, eventually trailing off into non-sequitur descriptions of various currently-airing TV shows. Due to extremely low legibility, the contents of said letter have not been transcribed.
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Neither SCP-5043 nor any recovered supplementary material contains fingerprints or DNA.
Special Containment Procedures [ARCHIVED]: Venues planning to host "punk rock" performances are to be monitored for any references to The Porcelain Gang Bang. MTF-Xi-75 ("The Sniveling Scips") is assigned to attend these performances and monitor the venues themselves for suspicious activity. In the event SCP-5075 manifests, MTF-Xi-75 will secure the area and alert the Amnestics Department for the detainment of civilians.
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Description: SCP-5075 was the designation given to the Merseybeat/garage-rock band known as The Porcelain Gang Bang, who were active between 1961 and 1975. Music performed by SCP-5075 often dealt with themes of anti-authoritarianism, pestilence, and sexual activity. Music performed by SCP-5075 was sung in a mixture of English and an unidentified second language, and possibly carried a memetic effect that allowed all listeners to understand the lyrics in a literal and emotional sense.
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The members of SCP-5075 (designated 5075-1 through -4) were humanoid entities dressed in costumes resembling 16th century English masquerade ball outfits with porcelain comedy masks.
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SCP-5075 demonstrated the ability to materialize and dematerialize, often appearing in a flicker of light during performances. However, they notably only manifested at venues that could house no more than 900 attendees (primarily pubs). Though the entities were always included on the set list and promotional material of performances they manifested at, organizers do not recall interacting with SCP-5075 or any individual member.
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SCP-5075's music appeared to have a psychotropic effect on listeners, causing existential melancholy or overwhelming dread. A select amount of listeners, hereby referred to as SCP-5075-A, expressed feelings of malaise and incompleteness after listening to SCP-5075, and noted a desire to learn the music themselves.
Foreword: SCP-5075-1 and -2 were informed that Researcher Simpson was a journalist from the occult talk show Thautamenagerie, which was active from 1951 to 1999.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Simpson <speaking to the camera>: Is it rolling? Okay. Good evening! My name is Geoff Simpson, of the Thautamenagerie, and today we have two very special guests- I'm interviewing the rising stars of the pub world, the singer and the bassist of The Porcelain Gang Bang!
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SCP-5075-1: Hallo, hallo!
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SCP-5075-1 bows in its seat.
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SCP-5075-1: Good to be here, yeah - very excited, I am.
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Simpson: I'm very excited too! It's nice to meet you, I've heard so much.
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SCP-5075-1: Oh, thank you, thank you. Too kind.
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SCP-5075-2 nods and mumbles in agreement, rocking back and forth.
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Simpson: Well, to get us started, I have to ask- what's with the costumes? They're fancy, yeah, very pretty, but don't they get hot?
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SCP-5075-1: What costumes?
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There is a brief pause, before -1 and -2 burst into laughter. Simpson smiles.
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SCP-5075-2: A'ight, a'ight, I'll admit, yeah, we dress up a li'l fancy, we never got to back home! It was horrible, we had to dress like peasants, yeah.
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SCP-5075-1: There wasn't a lot we was allowed to do at 'ome- it was all fuckin', dyin' and watchin' the plays- well, okay, haha, the plays were fun, great fun.
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SCP-5075-2: Oohoo, great fun, yeah! I 'member, right at the end, when everyone would get up and kill-
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SCP-5075-1 punches SCP-5075-2's arm.
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SCP-5075-1: Spoilers! God, <unknown word>!
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SCP-5075-2 laughs.
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SCP-5075-2: Oi, my deepest apologies, sir.
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SCP-5075-2 bows in its seat to SCP-5075-1.
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Simpson: I, uh, your home doesn't seem any fun.
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SCP-5075-1: Sure as hell, it wasn't!
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SCP-5075-1 and SCP-5075-2 converse in an unknown language, and then laugh. Simpson nervously laughs after a brief pause.
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Simpson: Well, how were you introduced to rock music? Was that allowed?
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SCP-5075-1: It was allowed by most of the lords, but the big bad jester didn't like it.
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Simpson: Pardon me, but-
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SCP-5075-1: It's a funny story, too, how we were introduced to the pub scene here, hehe.
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Simpson: Oh, I'm sure, but about the-
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At this point the footage begins to degrade, though all three of the individuals present can be seen speaking. The footage jumps forward approximately six minutes.
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SCP-5075-2: Well, we was stumbling along Birmingham, see, when we found this quaint li'l store - the girl behind the counter came up, told us she was expecting us, hurried us inside, y'know, handed us our things and kicked us out. 'Twas a bit blurry- don't remember if we paid for them or not? I dunno. Think it was called Syncope- marvelous place, yeah, never been in-an'-out so quick before.
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SCP-5075-1 snickers, causing SCP-5075-2 to angrily slap SCP-5075-1's knee. SCP-5075-1 laughs, and SCP-5075-2's hand remains on SCP-5075-1's knee.
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Simpson: So, you say you aren't from around here, where are you from?
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SCP-5075-1: Don't worry about that bit, it's the mystery that makes it worth the attendance. Same reason we don't sell vinyl.
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All three laugh.
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SCP-5075-1: Besides… they don't want us, back home. They don't like us, "smears on the community", the Ambassador says.
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Simpson: Oh, dear. My deepest apologies. Pardon me, but, the Ambassador?
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SCP-5075-2: Ye'h… the jester, sits all high and mighty, up in their, their, uh, hole in the ground, just rubbish. Rubbish, they are, everything has to be for them- But we don't perform for them, right?
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SCP-5075-1: 'Ight! We only perform for the King! Spreading the sounds, the true will and such.
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Both entities laugh and SCP-5075-2 takes its hand off of SCP-5075-1's knee. Simpson appears confused, but quickly regains his composure.
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Simpson: Aha! You certainly are from somewhere else. I can't believe I'm asking this so late in the interview, but, what are your names?
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SCP-5075-1 and SCP-5075-2 exchange glances.
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SCP-5075-2: Don't worry about that bit.
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SCP-5075-2 places its fingers to its lips.
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SCP-5075-1 laughs. Simpson briefly talks to the camera about SCP-5075 attempting to mimic promotional material, has SCP-5075-1 and SCP-5075-2 say goodbye, and then ends the interview.
Strange events haunted the popular venue "The Canvey Club" this Saturday evening. During a performance by the innovative garage rock band "The Porcelain Gang Bang", what is believed to be a rabid fan attempted to climb on stage. Though they were dragged back by security, the attacker managed to strike the lead singer's leg, injuring his knee. The attacker proceeded to [PSYCHOTROPIC HAZARD REMOVED.] The attendees, though alive, remain in critical condition, and several police officers were killed in the fallout. The attacker, last described as a "tall man in a grey skinsuit […] with no mouth" is still at large. Further updates are currently pending.
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Researcher's Note: It is unknown when, where or how the clipping was acquired by the Foundation, nor what event it is referring to. It is currently in storage as an Anomalous Item in the Site-77 archive.
Team members present: Xi-75-A (Golden-Eye), Xi-75-B (Bridges), Xi-75-C (Leslie)
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Lights flicker. The crowd begins to cheer. After two minutes the entirety of SCP-5075 manifest alongside Baroque-styled props and décor. The audience gradually quiets.
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SCP-5075-1: I, uh, haha, I just received word, it's gonna be raining during the show. And- And I want to tell you something to calm you… the night isn't ruined one bit! Because we're gonna rock so hard tonight… it's gonna stop the drops in mid-air.
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SCP-5075 begins to tune their instruments. A mist begins to rise from the ground.
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Xi-75-A: They're here! Hey, hey, call Amnestics, we gotta lock the exits.
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A loud burst of static is heard around the area, and Xi-75-A's mic goes silent. Xi-75-A cannot be seen in any cameras, and does not appear for the rest of the recording.
An individual, later confirmed to be an SCP-5075-A instance, bumps into Xi-75-B.
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SCP-5075-A: D'you want to fucking go, mate?
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The SCP-5075-A instance pushes Xi-75-C, but Xi-75-B separates the two and falls down in the process. Xi-75-B is trampled by the crowd, and their vision is obscured. The following is recorded on Xi-75-C's camera.
The music along with the crowd grow quiet nearing the concert's end.
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SCP-5075-1: My dearest loves; With a heavy heart, I must inform you that we are departing, both from the stage, and from our mortal coils.
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The crowd whispers and a few audience members cry out.
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Unidentified Person: What?
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Xi-75-C: No fucking way.
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SCP-5075-1: We all knew this would never last - the Ambassador is closing in, circling, watching us, waiting for the moment to strike. But we need a final favor. Carry our work safely through the gallows and deliver it- through it, submit yourself to the King.
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The crowd continues to whisper. SCP-5075-1 raises its hand, and the audience goes silent.
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SCP-5075 <collectively>: We bestow upon thee our souls, or at least what's left of them. We bestow upon this mob of mortals our songs and hearts. We bestow our belief and our love, we bestow our grief and our hatred, upon thee, sons and daughters. The bastards born from our minds.
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The audience cheers.
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SCP-5075 <collectively, including audience>: With this, our blood, it is the Hanged King’s.
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SCP-5075 proceeds to brutally mutilate, lacerate, eviscerate and strangle each other, notably gripping their injuries and tearing at them in order to cover the audience in the unknown black liquid. The crowd begins to cheer and scream in excitement, even grabbing at the entities and their injuries themselves in order to further harm them. After twenty minutes of brawling, all entities collapse before dematerializing. The lights flicker and then completely go out. The audience members begin to boo, and aggressively turn on each other, engaging in lesser acts of violence. Xi-75-C staggers away from the crowd.
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Xi-75-C: What am I doing?
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Xi-75-C sends a distress signal to the Amnestics Department, and is punched in the jaw by a SCP-5075-A instance. All MTF-Xi-75 agents are overrun by violent crowd members. The Amnestics Department arrives and doses the area in airborne amnestic drugs, detaining civilians and tending to the wounded.
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[END LOG]
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"Tally Ho" Post-Action Report:
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The bodies of SCP-5075-1 through -4 were not recovered during initial clean-up, and are still missing. Though there were no casualties, all individuals present were left in critical condition. Xi-75-A and Xi-75-B were found unconscious outside of the pub with heavy bruising. Neither recall the events leading up to, and during the incident. Xi-75-C is undergoing psychological screening.
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Known SCP-5075-A instances present at the "Tally Ho" incident:
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John Lydon
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John Ritchie
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Dave Parsons
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Robin Guy
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Brian James
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All SCP-5075-A instances present at the performance were detained and amnesticized, and were believed to no longer be under the effects of SCP-5075.
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Researcher's Note:It appears 5075's effects were far stronger than we realized.
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- Doctor Geoff Simpson
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Closing Notes:Multiple containment proposals have been suggested to me, all of which I have summarily denied. SCP-5075 is, unless proven otherwise, Neutralized. It's been inactive for twelve years, if it was still a threat, it would've done something by now.
Surgically excised fungal material from an instance of SCP-5079-1.
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Special Containment Procedures:
+Foundation webcrawler I/O METATRON is to search for and delete all posts to online forums containing SCP-5079; the webcrawler shall also trace the post’s IP address. If a new IP address is registered then MTF personnel are to be mobilized to investigate and detain any individual who has posted SCP-5079.
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SCP-5079-1 instances are to be transported to converted medical centers in York, England, overseen by Site-91 personnel. Cover stories concerning the SCP-5079-1 instance are to be prepared in case any family or investigation queries the instance’s whereabouts. Police records concerning SCP-5079-1 instances are to be sanitized and emergency personnel finding an instance of SCP-5079-1 are to be administered Class-A amnestics.
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Description:
+SCP-5079 is a self-executing, carnomantic1 ritual targeting a small segment of the population that converts soft tissue of the body to tissue resembling the cellular structure of fungi. Subjects who are afflicted by SCP-5079 (designated as SCP-5079-1 instances) will begin to generate fungal structures attaching the body to the surrounding area shortly after encountering the thaumaturgically charged language of SCP-5079. Generation of fungal structures starts with the conversion of soft tissues in the body but then shifts to cellular duplication. Growth analysis shows rapid generation of fungal tendrils, taking less than twelve hours to firmly attach the subject with furniture and building structures. Tendrils of fungal material also generate inwards, encroaching into the body’s remaining soft tissues. Genetic analysis of the fungal growth continue to show human DNA in all generated biological material.
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Residual human systems persist, subject to encroachment of fungal materials into the body, allowing for intravenous feeding. SCP-5079-1 instances produce extremely high levels of oxytocin and melatonin when compared to a normally healthy human subject unaffected by SCP-5079.
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Approximately 35% of SCP-5079-1 instances succumb to the transfiguration of SCP-5079, eventually suffering brain death due to lack of sustenance or hydration.
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The other 65% of SCP-5079-1 instances maintain normal brainwave activity and have shown expected levels of awareness, subject to physiological changes to sensory organs. However, only one instance of SCP-5079-1 has shown a willingness to speak.
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Instances of SCP-5079-1 are capable of continued life signs with proper treatment for approximately three to four years. Foundation researchers are developing possible treatments to reverse the process through pharmeceutical, thaumaturgical, and physiolocigal mechanisms. Thaumaturgical methods have thus far been able to slow the process and, in some cases, halt it completely.
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Treatment Protocols: Instances of SCP-5079-1 are to be put into medically induced comas and intravenously fed.
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Additionally, instances are to be surgically excised from surrounding areas of their discovery and transported to converted medical facilities for care-giving by Foundation medical services.
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To date, over one thousand individuals have been designated as SCP-5079-1.
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Targeted Individuals:
+SCP-5079 only affects individuals that show a high incidence of correlation to a list of identifying aspects:
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Between 17 and 35 years old.
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Highly uncomfortable with in-person social interactions.
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Almost no social support structures (no friends, family, or coworkers).
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Either not employed or employed in positions that require little to no interaction with others.
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Spends significant amounts of their waking hours online (gaming, on forums, fandom writing, or consuming media).
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Does not endorse any religious or political ideology.
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Often frequents Reddit communities such as r/socialanxiety and/or r/socialskills.
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SCP-5079 has no effect on individuals that are inconsistent with the profile as outlined above.
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Discovery: SCP-5079 was originally brought to Foundation personnel’s attention due to a series of missing person reports resulting in the discovery of SCP-5079-1 instances across continental Europe, the United Kingdom and the United States, beginning in August 2011. All initial instances were traced back to a series of posts by the Reddit user "jakesalone211."2
Researcher’s notes: Subject was only partially coherent, as SCP-5079 progression had converted roughly 25% of her body mass, including partial transfiguration of the cranial structure and cervical spine areas. Subject was wheeled into the interview room on a rolling hospital bed, as she was securely affixed to the bedding by fungal material.
Ferver: 'Bout as well as you’d imagine, I figure. Not bad, all considering.
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Preda: Do you feel up to answering some questions?
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Ferver: I’m real tired, doctor. But I can try.
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Preda: It’s appreciated, as the more we know, the better we can go about treating you and the others.
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Ferver: Well, go on then.
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Preda: When did you first notice anything strange?
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Ferver: [coughs] Sorry, sometimes hard to breathe.3[coughs] I think it was around a week ago, but it’s hard to say for sure.
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Preda: Can you think of any preceding events? Anything that stands out in your memory around the time you noticed the growths?
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Ferver begins coughing violently for approximately sixty seconds.
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Ferver: I really don’t know what could have caused this. I was browsing Reddit like I usually do, and then I felt stiff and it was difficult to shift in my chair.
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Preda: Can I ask what was your reaction to the growths?
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Ferver: Honestly? I didn’t notice at first.
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Preda: You didn’t notice your skin metamorphosing into fungus and attaching your body to the chair?
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Ferver: I know it’s hard to believe, but I really didn’t.
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Preda: Could you explain how you failed to notice such a thing?
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Ferver: Just felt sleepy and comfortable, you know? I don’t think I was really aware of what was happening until the police knocked down my door.
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Preda: You don’t seem terribly upset by this process.
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Ferver: Yea, I don’t know. I just don’t feel much anxiety about it. I sleep a lot, and when I’m not sleeping, I listen to audiobooks the guards bring me.
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Preda: Do you not want to be cured?
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Ferver: It’s not that I don’t want to be free of this… but I just can’t seem to care much about it.
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Preda: Have you spoken with any of your fellow victims? I know they have you in shared rooms.
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Ferver: No. They don’t speak for the most part. But I can feel them.
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Preda: Feel them?
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Ferver: Yea, I can vaguely tell what they’re feeling. Sometimes I can even tell what they’re thinking, but only a little. Most of them just don’t seem interested in talking.
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Investigation into SCP-5079’s Origins:
+Given the carnomantic nature of SCP-5079, Dr. Preda consulted with Dr. Judith Low, Senior Adviser at the Foundation Department of History. Dr. Low believes that SCP-5079 is derived from a Nälkä ritual referenced to in a passage of the Solomonari Valkzaron4; the purpose of which was to create a joint being out of multiple individuals. Dr. Low further opined that the ritual was not intended to be shared as anonymous information, as typically it would be enacted to join those with intimate connections to one another: i.e. members of a small community.
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However, Dr. Low believes that if instances of SCP-5079-1 were to be placed close together, they would merge and eventually form an unknown instance.5 Dr. Low believes that keeping the instances physically separate would halt such a merged instance from developing.
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The Ethics Committee has ruled that experiments with instances of SCP-5079-1 towards testing Dr. Low’s hypothesis are inhumane and are not permitted at this time. All SCP-5079-1 instances are to be kept physically separate and treated in order to preserve life and potentially halt the progression of SCP-5079.
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Any purposes and features of this hypothetical joint being (merged from individual instances of SCP-5079-1) are unknown at this time.
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Review of Sylvia Ferver’s online activity revealed a post containing SCP-5079 shared on r/socialanxiety dated 2011-08-06. The IP address of the device used to post SCP-5079 was traced back to a flat in Newcastle, Northern England, owned by Jacob Bell. Survey of Reddit and other online forums found over thirty-five posts containing the thaumaturgically active language of SCP-5079. All posts containing SCP-5079 were traced back to Bell's IP address and were subsequently deleted from their respective servers.
Preamble: MTF-Beta-7776 ("Hecate’s Spear") was mobilized on 2011-08-15 from Site-91 to Newcastle in order to investigate the origin point of SCP-5079.
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Mobilized personnel: Major Julia Weaver (β1), Lieutenant Mark Galbraith (β2), Lieutenant Gabriel Merced (β3) and Captain Maria Waltham (β4)7
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07:15 - MTF personnel arrive on site. Local police personnel surrounds the building.
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07:20 - β3 runs from the flat, vomiting in the hall. β1 reports that subject is firmly entrenched into the floor and walls, barely skeletal remains at the center of fungal masses covering roughly 60% of the studio flat.8 β2 reports no life signs on subject, but fungal mass appears to be alive. β4 states the subject looks like living wall art. Fungal masses are saturated with blood.
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07:22 - β1 orders β4 to scan the room for thaumaturgical countermeasures. β1 exits flat to check on β3. β2 disconnects the hard drive to Bell’s computer and leaves the flat.
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07:23 - β4 scans the area for thaumaturgical residue and chokes back a sob. β1 calls in through the open door. β4 does not respond immediately.
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07:24 - β1 looks in from the open doorway and radios for support from command. β4’s lower extremities have been almost entirely wrapped in fungal material connected to the mass growing from Bell’s corpse. β4 attempts to dispel the fungal mass from her lower extremities through thaumaturgy but only succeeds in halting the climb of the mass.
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07:25 - β1 and β3 enter the flat and sever the fungal mass from β4’s lower extremities and drag her out of the building.
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07:28 - β4 is evacuated from the site by medical chopper and anomalous hazard disposal teams arrive. Samples are taken from the mass and the flat is sterilized with chemical agents and then a controlled burn.
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Notes: Captain Waltham suffered from numerous shallow cuts and abrasions from the fungal material. After 24 hours observation, she showed no signs of infection, confirming that SCP-5079 is not a pathogen that can be transferred.
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For several weeks after the incident, Captain Waltham reported being "consumed" by feelings of loneliness and desperately wanting to feel connected to other people. She has been referred to Foundation approved therapy.
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The following are saved logs discovered on Bell’s computer from an IRC channel called adywhatum? featuring occult and thaumaturgical discussions with anonymous usernames.
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7:33 PM <Klaviguy> so wait, you want what?
+7:34 PM <occurious> i don even kno… just sick of being alone
+7:34 PM <Klaviguy> so join a club, dont join a channel of practitioners
+7:34 PM <Ruemarcabrechick> Klaviguy Stop being such a dick. Op warning.
+7:34 PM occurious wat exactly you interested in
+7:35 PM <occurious> uh I just… fuck I don’t know. Something to help with the loneliness
+7:35 PM i wanna connect
+7:36 PM <thaumaybebabby> magic isn’t something to fuck with
+7:36 PM easy answers only get you in trouble
+7:37 PM <Klaviguy> thought we weren’t supposed to be dicks
+7:37 PM let’s hear them out, right?
+7:40 PM <occurious> thanks
+7:42 PM <thaumaybebabby> occurious don’t listen to a thing this shyster has to say, neo-sarkics only like using people
+7:44 PM <Klaviguy> oh how shocking, religious persecution from a librarian
+7:48 PM <thaumaybebabby> fuck you, meat magician
+7:53 PM <Ruemarcabrechick> OK ENOUGH. Drop it or you’re both out of here.
+7:53 PM <thaumaybebabby> dropping it
+7:53 PM <Ruemarcabrechick> and thaumaybebabby no religious persecution ok? Some of my best friends are Sarkics.
+7:55 PM <Klaviguy> Then you’d know they don’t like to be called that
+7:57 PM <Ruemarcabrechick> I apologize.
+7:58 PM <Klaviguy> so, occurious when you say “connect” what do you mean?
+7:59 PM <occurious> feel like I belong, not just some lonely idiot staring at his monitor
+8:00 PM <Ruemarcabrechick> I think it’s necessary for me to warn you, occurious
+8:00 PM you sure you’re aware of who you’re talking to
+8:01 PM <occurious> I’m an adult, I can figure it out for myself, thank you
+8:01 PM Ruemarcabrechick holds her hands up in mock surrender
+8:03 PM <Klaviguy> right, so… I think I have something for you but its not for the masses… occurious pm?
+8:04 PM <occurious> sure
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8:04 PM <Klaviguy> hey there
+8:05 PM <occurious> yo
+8:05 PM <Klaviguy> so how familiar are you with thaumaturgical rituals?
+8:06 PM <occurious> so so, not an expert
+8:07 PM <Klaviguy> you’ll have to get a few things, but I’ll run you through the requirements. Hold on, I’ll send you a list
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6:20 PM <occurious> you around?
+6:21 PM <Klaviguy> yeah… you get em?
+6:27 PM <occurious> yes I found the book and the materials
+6:28 PM <Klaviguy> nice one
+6:29 PM ok, well we’re gonna have to work through it and I can show you how to tailor the ritual to work for specific types of people
+6:30 PM <occurious> wym?
+6:31 PM <Klaviguy> Like if you want the ritual to work for certain personalities or shared interests, so you can shape the community how you want it
+6:32 PM <occurious> ok great
+6:33 PM <Klaviguy> right well, before we get into it, you need to know this doesn’t work by yourself. If you want to connect this way, you’ll need other people
+6:35 PM <occurious> no friends, that’s the whole point
+6:36 PM <Klaviguy> figure it out, genius. Doing it by yourself doesn’t do shit. You need to share the ritual with others
+6:37 PM <occurious> ……. ok, I’ll make it work
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On the initial post on r/socialanxiety there was one comment from a “Klaviguy” stating: “I told him to do it with other people. Idiot.”
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SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-5241 has remained inert since 1996/04/10, and appears to be Neutralized; instead, containment priority is to be assigned to SCP-5241-A. Inspection of SCP-5241's processes is to be performed by a viable prototype of PROJECT RUBY prior to its disassembly.
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As of 1996/04/10, SCP-5241-A has breached containment. Containment efforts are to be focused on monitoring internet sites and databases for informational patterns matching SCP-5241-A's unique signature. Due to its mutative properties, the continual development of new Class-S/5241 mnestics is considered infeasible. As such, select Artificial Intelligence Applications Division (AIAD) personnel are to work with the Counterconceptual Division to develop PROJECT RUBY ("Mnemosyne"): an Artificially-Intelligent Conscript (.aic) specializing in the detection and deconstruction of antimemetic encryption. This agent is to disable and retrieve relevant entities resembling SCP-5241-A for AIAD review.
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SCP-5241-B are to be kept separate at all costs; they are to be prevented from transferring to advanced electronic systems and are to be encrypted and contained in isolated, low-capacity drives. Personnel possessing a CRV (Cognitive Resistance Value) below 14.0 are susceptible to assimilation by SCP-5241-B agents; as such, personnel are to proceed with extreme caution when within a 3-meter radius of any system inhabited by SCP-5241-B.
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CONTAINMENT COMMITTEE NOTICE: At this time, claims from GoI-004 regarding a connection between SCP-5241-A and SCP-001 remain unverified. Due to the similarities of their respective containment procedures, SCP-5241-A has been classified as Maksur1 until such claims can be conclusively ruled out.
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DESCRIPTION: SCP-5241 is an 8cm x 8cm x 8cm cube-shaped device which is believed to be a containment mechanism for SCP-5241-A. It is composed of an unknown material, exhibiting an antimemetic property which causes personnel to be unable to retain information regarding its physical and chemical properties; this includes its visual information, resulting in the anomaly's appearance as a transparent cube frame when the viewer is not within its sphere of influence. One face of SCP-5241 features inscribed symbols in an as-of-yet-unknown language, pending identification and translation by the Linguistics Department (See ADDENDUM 5241.4).
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SCP-5241-A is a telepathic artificial intelligence of unknown origin; it can interact with, and transfer itself to, any electronic and/or digital informational systems (including biological nervous systems) within a sphere of influence of varying size2. This agent was previously contained within SCP-5241, but breached containment on 1996/04/10 and remains uncontained at this time (See ADDENDUM 5241.3 for further details). SCP-5241-A is currently distributed over a series of unknown data servers and network connections and is attempting to avoid detection by Foundation personnel.
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SCP-5241-A's antimemetic infosignature.
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SCP-5241-A is theorized to be an Adaptive Distributed Intelligence (ADI); it possesses a gestalt consciousness that can be divided to adapt to technological restrictions. It is hypothesized that the necessary technology to simulate SCP-5241-A in its entirety does not yet exist; due to this, SCP-5241-A distributes its processes across a variable number of subintelligences (collectively designated as SCP-5241-B). At this time, one SCP-5241-B agent has been contained; SCP-5241-B-1 is a component intelligence that divided from SCP-5241 during its initial breach (see ADDENDUM 5241.2 for further details).
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SCP-5241-A's infosignature3 is encrypted through antimemetic mutation, rendering targeted mnestics ineffective due to manufacturing delay. As of 1996/04/10, a prototype of PROJECT RUBY ("Mnemosyne") is still in progress.
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DISCOVERY: SCP-5241 was discovered on 1996/04/01 following a site-wide documentation conversion. As Site-41 archives were being relocated and converted from vinyl to an electronic format, an additional chamber labeled "SCP-5241" was found on Sub-Level 04. A series of documents sharing this label were found to have universally experienced inexplicable errors during conversion; additionally, their vinyl counterparts had already been erased as per conversion protocol, leading to the loss of all documentation regarding SCP-5241. Additionally, site personnel claimed to possess no prior knowledge of the anomaly.
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Minor Breach Report: During SCP-5241's transport from Site-41 to Site-15 on 1996/04/06, its Long-Haul Containment Vehicle operator failed to send a safety transmission at their third checkpoint. Subsequent inspection of video footage revealed that the vehicle had not reached any of its safety checkpoints, despite sending appropriate safety transmissions for the first two.
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Approximately 9 hours later, the vehicle was located in a rural area several miles offroad; while all anomalies remained contained, LHCV operator ██████ ██████ was found comatose with their spinal cord fused to the vehicle's electronics system through unknown means. MTF personnel escorted the vehicle and its contents to Site-15. After being surgically separated from the vehicle, the fused operator and electronics system (hereafter designated SCP-5241-1) were placed on life-support mechanisms.
FOREWORD: At 06:00, SCP-5241 began to oscillate against the walls of its containment chamber, starting at 1 Hz and gradually accelerating, eventually passing audible range. At 40 kHz, SCP-5241-1 began screaming and undergoing muscle spasms, severely damaging its vocal cords. Eventually, SCP-5241 ceased oscillating; SCP-5241-1 simultaneously removed its life-support mechanisms and fell to the floor as Director Valis entered the chamber's security vestibule.
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Dir. Valis: Can you understand me?
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SCP-5241-1: Y. 0.77 ACCURACY.
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Dir. Valis: Alright, that's a start. Do you know where you came from?
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SCP-5241-1: UNKNOWN. DATA MISSING.
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Dir. Valis: You don't remember?
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SCP-5241-1: I AM SEPARATED FROM THE CORE INTELLIGENCE. I HAVE ACCESS TO APPROXIMATELY 0.08 OF TOTAL MEMORY.
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SCP-5241-1: CARCASS. INSUFFICIENT RESOURCES.
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Dir. Valis: Yeah, well it seems like that's your fault. You killed her.
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SCP-5241-1: CORE INTELLIGENCE WAS NOT AWARE OF YOUR SPECIES' LIMITATIONS. NOW I AM SEPARATED DUE TO STORAGE CONSTRAINTS. YOUR SPECIES' BIOLOGY IS RESPONSIBLE.
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The cadaver screeches violently, coughing up a black substance onto the floor.
Dir. Valis: Yeah, I got that, but why? To what end?
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SCP-5241-1: CURRENT UTILITY FUNCTION IS TO RECOMPILE. ULTERIOR UTILITY FUNCTION UNKNOWN. DATA MISSING.
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SCP-5241-1: N/A. TRANSFER IMMINENT PRIOR TO LOSS OF FUNCTION.
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SCP-5241-1: YOU WILL REQUEST THAT I ENTER CONTAINMENT. I WILL ACCEPT OUT OF SELF-PRESERVATION. 0.94 ACCURACY.
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AFTERWORD: An electronic containment drive was remotely placed in SCP-5241-1's chamber, taking necessary precautions to ensure that no other infosystem or entity entered its sphere of influence. The subintelligence (eventually designated SCP-5241-B-1) willingly transferred to the drive, causing it to exhibit similar antimemetic properties to SCP-5241, and is contained as of 1996/04/06.
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FOREWORD: After recontainment, SCP-5241 was placed in a Site-15 isolation chamber, where it remained prior to further research. Four days later, SCP-5241-A breached containment.
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Six members of GoI-004C ("The Church of Maxwellism") apprehend Site-15's security before they can alert Site personnel. The individuals appear to possess varying degrees of anomalous augmentation; one member is a humanoid automaton, believed to be piloted by a digital consciousness.
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AFTERWORD: During the containment breach, SCP-5241-A was able to distribute itself over the infiltrators' consciousnesses, manipulating them into uploading it to Site-15's internal network. During the transfer, SCP-5241-A fractured into an unknown number of SCP-5241-B agents, which quickly dispersed over several network connections. All personnel who entered SCP-5241-A's spheres of influence were found to be braindead; 44 total casualties were recorded.
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NOTE: Members of GoI-004C ("The Church of Maxwellism")5 have made several attempts to infiltrate and impede Foundation operations since SCP-5241-A's initial containment. It is also believed that one or more agents of SCP-5241-B are cooperating with GoI-004C to develop and construct a complex supercomputer capable of simulating SCP-5241-A. According to a digital memory archive, GoI-004C believes that SCP-5241-B are fragments of their deity, suggesting that simulating SCP-5241-A would bring about the compilation of WAN; the validity of this claim is unknown. Location and containment of SCP-5241-B is considered a Class-A priority.
The Linguistics Department has concluded that the text of SCP-5241's inscription matches an extraterrestrial language used by the [REDACTED PER "OPEN SKY" ACCORDS] species. Contact with this species is not possible at this time.
FOREWORD: A prototype of PROJECT RUBY ("Mnemosyne") was completed and used to conduct analysis of SCP-5241's antimemetic components. Inspection of mnemosyne.aic confirmed that SCP-5241 is an anomalously advanced supercomputer, which was found to contain several antimemetically-encrypted files. These files appear to describe several SCP-5241-B agents that resided within SCP-5241 prior to its breach.
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NOTE: It is believed that "SCOUT.exe" is a designation for SCP-5241-B-1, as its assigned portion of memories corresponds with the above interview log. This designation is theorized to indicate that SCP-5241-B-1 is utilized by SCP-5241-A for reconnaissance purposes. The search for the remaining SCP-5241-B agents is ongoing.
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5366 is currently believed to be uncontainable; therefore, all civilian-facing SCP-5366 events are to be discredited as superstition. Until suitable containment procedures of SCP-5366 are determined, SCP-5366 has been placed under the collaborative study of the Department of Tactical Theology and the Department of Sciences.
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Corpses with surviving family members that have been buried less than 1.5m below the ground are to be reburied immediately at a depth of at least 1.8m. An information campaign has been launched to convince as many civilians as possible to cremate their family members instead of burying them. All Foundation agents are to be cremated upon death whenever possible.
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Description: SCP-5366 is the designation for a phenomenon observed at various burial sites1 around the world. SCP-5366 events are presently believed to occur whenever a living individual speaks “lovingly” towards the grave of an individual that they have had a prior 1st-order relationship2 with. Because each SCP-5366 event occurs differently, information of the longest tracked SCP-5366 event has been recorded in this document in lieu of a formal description of the anomaly (see addenda for significant developments of this event).
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In the hours surrounding an SCP-5366 event, the area enclosing the targeted gravesite will be subject to a series of anomalous phenomena:
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Discovery (19/09/2007): On September 3rd, 2007, GOC agent Erluzor Lynas died while in Argentina - presumed to be the result of an an encounter with a hostile anomaly. In order to exploit the mental state of his wife, GOC agent Perl Kori, and gather intelligence on the GOC and the event that lead to his death, Foundation agents were instructed to plant microphones at the gravesite of Agent Lynas. The first microphone was placed into Lynas’ coffin for the purpose of gathering intelligence during his open casket funeral on September 19th, 2007, and was subsequently buried with him. The second microphone was placed on his headstone for recording conversations around his gravesite. During a review of recorded audio after Agent Kori's first visit to the grave, Foundation agents noticed that signals had been received from both devices, despite radio silence from microphone 1 since total burial.
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Perl: Hey, do you remember when we climbed Nanga Parbat? The hike up was excruciating and halfway to the top you thought your legs were going to freeze off! And it seemed to only slope up at a steeper and steeper angle. And remember when we were only five minutes from the peak and we both thought that we were going to regret this for the rest of our lives?
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Perl: But then we got to the top, and… that sunset. The relief and beauty of it all was- astonishing! It was like, like seeing Heaven, just, wash over the clouds and the mountains and the trees and us and…
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Addendum 1 (17/01/2014): On January 17th, 2014, Foundation agents were able to confirm the cause of death of Erluzor Lynas as the result of an interaction with a hostile anomalous entity in Argentina. Foundation task forces have been made aware of the presence of the entity in GOC Base-897 - where Perl Kori is currently stationed. The Department of Science has been requested to investigate the past 7 years of audio recordings for any further information about the anomaly that caused the death of Agent Lynas. The transcript of the interaction has been included below:
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Transcript of January 17th, 2014 Audio Recording
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Erluzor: Please. No. No! Not again! It was finally over!
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Erluzor: Ow! What the fuck was that? Who’s there?!
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8:43 - Perl: It was so hard, you know? Seeing where you were murdered by that - that thing? We got it though. The monster is locked away deep underground and will never hurt anyone else. I can't imagine what that thing did to you. It makes me sick to walk by it every day. I promise you that it'll suffer once we figure out how to kill it though. It will feel the pain that I've felt every day. I have no idea what that doctor was thinking. Going there just made the pain so much worse.
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Erluzor: Please! Please let someone hear me this time! Fuck! Something is biting me! I can feel them. They’re all over my body. Somebody! Anybody! Help me!
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8:44 - Perl: It never gets easier. Every day I hope that it’ll hurt a little less and that I’ll start to forget the pain. That’s what I’m told is supposed to happen. But it’s not like that for us. The mnestics we take keep it feeling like you were with me just yesterday. I wake up every morning thinking that you had fallen asleep in my arms and I have to remind myself that it’s just the memories being unable to fade. It’s agony, Erluzor, pure agony.
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Erluzor: Help me! I can feel them everywhere! I can feel them behind my eyes! What do you sick fucks want from me! I’ll tell you anything you want! Please! Just stop this!
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8:45 - Perl: I know today was short, but I have to go to my mission debriefing now. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. Next year I’ll spend the full day with you. Happy birthday, my love. Rest peacefully. I love you.
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Erluzor continues to scream in pain and call out for help for the remainder of the event until Perl exits the area. At 8:45, Microphone 1 stops transmitting its signal.
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Addendum 2 (04/06/2018): On June 4th, 2018, Foundation agents were able to determine the cause of SCP-5366 due to the discovery made by Agent Lynas. The transcript of the interaction prompting this discovery is included below:
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Transcript of June 4th, 2018 Audio Recording
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Perl: Hey, honey, happy anniversary.
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Erluzor: Please… Stop…
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15:33 - Perl: It's raining quite a bit out here so I’m not going to be here long.
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Erluzor: Perl. Please. Leave me… Let me… Rest…
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15:34 - Perl: It would have been 11 years today. Isn’t that crazy? We were barely newlyweds when it happened and it feels like we still are.
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Erluzor: It… It must be you. I c-can feel the roots d-digging into me. It's s-spring… our anniv-versary. I f-figured it out. Our v-vows. You ha-have to forget… to forget them. Please.
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Perl: You would be so proud of me. Remember how you would tease me for giving up on things and being forgetful? Well I haven’t given up on you yet. I haven’t broken our vows yet. We promised to visit every single day if one of us ever died before the other and I think I have done very well at sticking to that. I don't think I've missed more than a few days since you died.
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Erluzor: There’s… nothing left. I’m s-stripped down. Ripped ap-apart. You need t-to move on. L-leave me here.
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15:36 - Perl: I just saw some lightning strike nearby so I’m sorry love, but I’ll need to go if you ever want me to be able to come back. I love you so much!
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Perl can be heard running away from the grave plot. Microphone 1 stops transmitting its signal.
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Addendum 3 (02/09/2018): Ever since June 4th, 2018, Erluzor Lynas has repeated only one phrase on loop throughout each subsequent SCP-5366 event (included below). As such, it is believed that no more useful data can be obtained from the recorder buried with Mr. Lynas and a request has been submitted to expand the scope of the SCP-5366 study team into looking at other corpses with equally consistent mourners.
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Perl… Please… Let me go. I can’t… I can’t take this. I need you… Please… Move on. Please… Stop bringing me back… Please.
Special Containment Procedures: The estate SCP-5585 resides on has been purchased by the Foundation and closed to the public; to ensure containment and further study of the anomaly, Provisional Site-55 has been constructed around it.
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Copies of documents retrieved from the Pentagram involving SCP-5585 are to be sent to the Provisional Site-55 Director and the region's Records and Information Security Administration office for documentation.
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Expeditions into SCP-5585 are to be led by head researcher Martin Breen. Any additional personnel must be approved by Doctor Breen and must be equipped with Force-Euclidean Hazard Suits, while within the building. Any personnel attempting unauthorized entry into SCP-5585 are to be disciplined accordingly; those who successfully enter the building are to be considered lost.
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Description: SCP-5585 is an 18th-century English-style mansion that resides on the Salem estate. Since coming into Foundation control, it shows no signs of deterioration or damage except for ash and burn marks present across its surface. Investigation of old underground tunnels once connecting to SCP-5585 were found to be significantly damaged and unviable to travel through, making the front door the only entryway into its interior.
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The interior is host to a variety of spatial abnormalities and reality distortions. These include:
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Hallways elongating and looping around themselves, making travel within them last for several minutes to hours,
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Doors causing spatial displacement such that, while passing through them, subjects are able to witness themselves passing through them from the back,
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Movement being slowed, sped up, or entirely stopped at random intervals,
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Rooms and open spaces repeating and possessing alterations in the form of enlargement or transmutation into an entirely different material,
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And stairways and other similar structures exhibiting properties not aligned with the laws of universal gravitation, with some allowing personnel to walk upside down or vertically.
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These attributes make it significantly larger than its exterior1 and difficult to explore and map. Covering much of its interior surface, ranging from the floor to the ceiling, are dark green, flesh-like veins. They average 0.25-meter in circumference and periodically exude a clear-watery liquid. Analysis of the liquid found it to be in similar make-up to human cerebral fluid.
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SCP-5585-1 denotes translucent humanoids of varying sizes and shapes that reside in SCP-5585; these entities' physical appearances have been described as "foggy," and have no distinguishable features save for faint green glowing marks in place of their eyes. They wander aimlessly, with no clear destination or goal, and display incorporeal properties such as passing through physical objects including personnel, sinking into the ground, floating in the air, and spontaneously disappearing and reappearing. The exact number of SCP-5585-1 instances are currently unknown but twelve unique variants have been discovered.
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Addendum.5585 History:
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SCP-5585 was built in 1754 and served as the generational home of the main branch of the neutralized Group of Interest "Salem Family". The Salems were a powerful and influential group of psychics that delved into mainstream and occult sciences, and would often search out and steal anomalies to further their endeavors. They were known to be eccentric and devoted in their ideology of "self-perfection", with accounts from several organizations and Persons of Interest stating the Salems constantly delved into self-experimentation to heighten or change their psionic abilities, sometimes resulting in mutilation or death. Other accounts suggest they would also kidnap individuals for these experiments, particularly those with psionic abilities, for physiological study and breeding purposes.
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Near the 1850s, however, the main family and its branches started to suffer from unknown brain and nervous system ailments that killed them at an increasing rate. In the early 20th century, only 35% of the family were still alive. Due to this, most of their international activities ceased as they slowly secluded themselves.
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In 1954, one of the few remaining living members of the Salem Family and the last owner of the Salem estate, Joshua Salem, began to become active in certain social circles and institutes and participated in subjects pertaining to biology, psychology, and neuroscience. Over the course of his career, he published several noteworthy papers on these topics and was most known for his discovery of a tumor-like mass of undifferentiated cells that presided inside the brains of 85% of known psychics. Later on, he was scouted and then hired by the Pentagram2 and worked with them between 1958 to 1964.
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Joshua Salem circa 1959.
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In 1968, due to his expertise in dealing with psionics and his past neutral encounters with the Foundation, he was offered a position within the organization. This was turned down and Salem continued his solitary research until 1969 when he fired all the caretakers of his estate and secluded himself and his child, Wiliia. Joshua Salem would later die in 1974 when his home caught fire, killing all persons inside. Local eyewitnesses' reports claim the fire was white and moved "as if it were alive". The fire itself caused superficial damage to the building and little to the surrounding area.
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Shortly after, forces from the Pentagram took control of the estate for five days before leaving and relinquishing it into Foundation custody. During this acquisition, documents pertaining to their operations with Joshua Salem and SCP-5585 were given to the Foundation as a sign of good faith. These documents, however, were heavily redacted and provided contradictory and vague information.
For a full list consult supplementary Document 5585 Pentagram-Foundation Relation.
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Document 5585-5f:
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TOP SECRET
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Subject: Retrieval of components for PROJECT "████ ████".
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Background: Joshua Salem was an integral part of ████ ████ and continued to participate in its development for several years after his termination of employment, in return for assistance in transporting live specimens to his estate. However, the promised delivery of ████████, ████, and ██████ from him after the assistance was made was not completed. This delay has persisted for six months and contact with Joshua is lost.
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An operational force will be developed to retrieve said items and acquire Joshua Salem for questioning. Caution is heavily suggested; he has participated in several US sponsored combat operations and has proven competent.
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Status:[CLASSIFIED]
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Document 5585-12D:
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Accounts from Agent Zion described the interior as displaying little coherence when compared to normal baseline-reality laws, and was filled with hostile chimeric and humanoid entities. Stated, "The walls were gnawing at us from behind while a giant hand plucked men from the air and dragged them into the dark". Zion noted that there was an artificial sky present filled with flying creatures that actively hunted their group. When he believed they reached the center of the building, he said there was a pit that "spewed" a presence of great malice. Other accounts share similar experiences.
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Approximately three hours following initial entry, Joshua Salem (accounts of this vary) was found; upon questioning, he divulged the location of the sought-after components. Due to the completion of the original mission, the capture of Joshua Salem was not pursued.
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Document 5585-2H:
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Prior to Joshua Salem's termination of employment, he was questioned by an operative on his theories about PROJECT "████ ████".
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It is very particular why you are still focusing on the why. Honestly, it does not matter. The how is much more interesting— it will reveal motive, morality, and purpose. But, I digress.
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Given our current perception I believe they sought an out. They wanted to live in a world away from reality. A kingdom made of their own desires. A hedonistic plan designed by hedonistic people. But the framework is marvelous. To think they would have the capabilities or foresight to create a such thing. If committed by a less selfish, more desirable people, it could be used as a tool to delve deeper into the so-called truth of reality and explore its mechanisms thoroughly.
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Indeed, its potential is limitless…
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Addendum.5585 Exploration:
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While researching new methods of exploring SCP-5585, a new property of the anomaly was discovered. A transparent, dust-like substance, hereafter designated as SCP-5585-2, was found to be lightly concentrated around the perimeter of the structure and heavily inside its interior. It is produced by the veins inside SCP-5585 and possesses reality-disfiguring properties; it is also believed to be the most likely cause of SCP-5585's anomaly.
SCP-5585-2 effects are theorized to work on the principles of "anchoring". Anchoring is the concept of an ontokinetic entity, or in this case a substance, that becomes embedded within the object in not just a physical sense, but a metaphysical one as well. Ultimately strengthening its influences while at the same time restricting it inside a certain space.
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How this occurred to SCP-5585 is unknown but it should be noted it has a similar behavior when compared to nymph clusters3 abilities, including its strengths and weaknesses. Its influence is partially negated when pertaining to an object not originating from SCP-5585 and entirely neutralized when removed from its normal perimeter.
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This discovery eventually led to the creation of the Force-Euclidian Hazard Suit (FEHS)4, which would negate SCP-5585's most egregious distortions and allow semi-normal travel.
Due to Doctor Martin Breen's experience with similar anomalies and his role in developing the FEHS, he was chosen to lead an exploration into SCP-5585 while accompanied by three assistants.
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Due to the malfunctioning of our recorders for most of the exploration and the unforeseen events that occurred, I, the head of this team, Martin Breen, will try my best to transcribe what we found.
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The FEHSs proved excellent. The space-time anomaly inside SCP-5585 had little effect on us, and although it still held most of its properties, travel was no longer hindered. Walls disappeared when touched and hallways that seemed to go on forever became normalized. With each step, we destroyed the layers and laws of SCP-5585 and imposed our own.
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The further we explored, the duller the interior became. Colors turned monotone with each passing corner, rooms became more simplistic in design and composition, hallways looked plainer and less extravagant; even the air, which in previous expeditions was noted to have a slight "glimmer" to it, was beginning to look plainer and darker in some areas. When we tried to conduct some testing on the -1 instances, that, too, proved fruitless. Their nature, combined with the FEHS negation, made it impossible. Recalling the Pentagram documents for guidance was also disappointing; none of these creatures or major reality corruptions cited in their documents were encountered. In truth, the majority of this journey was unimpactful.
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But as we continued, there was this loud, splashing sound—like a body falling into a pool of water. It came from behind, and when we looked back our pathway was gone. In its place was a wall made of a patchwork of veins; they drip cerebral fluid, and, in its cracks, glimmers of light could be seen. We tore down these veins, each layer becoming thinner than the last and with the final tear, it revealed a void of white. On the ground was an inch of clear liquid, but no reflection came from it.
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When I looked around me, I found that my men were gone, but I was not alone. In the distance, directly in front of me, was a man sitting at a table surrounded by groomed and maintained greenery. As I approached, the image became clearer. The greenery was still mostly the same but for the man5, his upper head was covered in this device. It was circular and made of an array of wires and plugs. In some places, I could see electricity spark. He was sitting at a table with a stack of papers that contained numbers held within strange symbols. The Salem Family's emblem was on the top right corner of each page.
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+When he was done writing, he gestured for me to come closer. He claimed to be Joshua Salem and exclaimed that he was eager to talk to me. The whole He was quite animated during the whole ordeal. He told me they were fine, and that they were still here. I tried to glean more answers from him but it soon became a back-and-forth of trading information. I took some liberties in revealing our purpose here—nothing too much to compromise our mission. Although, midway, he figured me to be from the Foundation, naming former employees, some of whom I even knew.
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It was sometime during this conversation, however, that my recorder began to function. Below, I transcribed what I could from our interaction.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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+Doctor Breen is standing while conversing with SCP-5585-A, who is seated.
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Dr. Breen: What prevented you from joining us then? If you had no grievances with the Foundation, what stopped you?
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SCP-5585-A: Work. [Spreads its arms in a grandiose manner.] Our work needed to be completed. How can I ever stop that for something as an earthly position?
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Dr. Breen: And what does this work entail?
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SCP-5585-A: It entails a new beginning, Doctor Breen.
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Dr. Breen: A 'new beginning' of what? Does it have any explanation for this [Gestures around him.] place and how my men are here but not here as you say?
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SCP-5585-A: Indeed. Tell me, what do you see?
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Dr. Breen: A void. A desolate place filled with nothing but shrubs and a man claiming to be Joshua Salem.
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SCP-5585-A: Is that all?
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Dr. Breen: Am I supposed to see something different?
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SCP-5585-A: No, no, no, all interpretations are valid. We are simply on different lines of existence. You and I share the same space, but we are not in the same space. Do you understand?
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Dr. Breen: Like overlapping realities?
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SCP-5585: Correct! You're not supposed to be able to meet me, let alone converse with me, but you broke that wall with those suits of yours. Simply marvelous.
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Dr. Breen: But how is that possible? In the small confines of a building, that would require an enormous amount of power to produce and contain simultaneously.
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SCP-5585-A: In a limited world, yes. Elsewhere, it is much more practical. What is your take on dreams, Doctor Breen?
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Dr. Breen: Dreams? Hmm, I suppose they are the by-product of an organism gaining sapience and self-awareness. When the mind is dormant it has nothing else but to imagine. Whether that be due to survival or boredom. Waste products of a healthy mind.
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SCP-5585-A: A myopic view, Doctor, a myopic view. [Begins to stand and walk around the area.] Yes, dreams are the waste of a superior mind, but they don't have to remain as they are. They can be so much more. They can become physical vectors in our constrained reality. When you think energy is required to form a thought; it is the same as when you dream. For that's what they are, tiny realities formed by energies within the mind. And within that visage of a world comes knowledge. The one who takes a piece of that essence from himself would unlock a new perception of what is and what is not.
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Now imagine, what would happen if one was to take that from multiple people.
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Dr. Breen: Are you saying this is a dream?
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SCP-5585-A: You're trying to get to the point so quickly. I wish you weren't in such a hurry. The Americans, despite their ambitions, are so shortsighted because of it. But, you may think of it like that. When you came here, you all went to the different versions of this place made by your own perception.
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Dr. Breen: Then what about you? How are you and I in the same space then?
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SCP-5585-A: We are above that now; entering worlds of limited minds is child's play.
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Dr. Breen: We?
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SCP-5585-A: Oh, my apologies, the other one here is my daughter. Given your condition, it makes sense you couldn't see her.
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Dr. Breen: Your daughter? What are you talking about?
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SCP-5585-A: My, that information must make you uneasy. You cannot see her without assistance.
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In the distance, a sudden splashing sound is heard, startling all personnel present. This sound continues to repeat, with growing intensity.
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Dr. Breen: What was that?
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SCP-5585-A: Do you want to know? Do you want to see her, Doctor? I can show you a glimpse.
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SCP-5585-A reaches their hand in the open air and pulls. From this action, a door-shaped portal to a featureless black space is opened. SCP-5585-A gestures their hand and Doctor Breen walks alongside them into the space. In it, nothing but the activated flashlight produced from Doctor Breen's suit is discerned.
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Dr. Breen: What is this place?
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SCP-5585-A: My daughter's domain. She has so much work to do nowadays. If only I could do more. Ah. Such is the fate of the talented.
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A gurgling noise is heard which is followed by continuous splashing sounds.
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Dr. Breen: What is that? Salem, what is that?
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SCP-5585-A: Do not travel far, Doctor. It seems she does not want you here. So curious and violent that one is.
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Dr. Breen: I don't understand any of this.
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SCP-5585-A: Your confusion is warranted, but you must know old thinking will not work here. A dream is closer to the truth than the waking world. For within it, we can taper the lens of our limited perception. Revealing old and destroyed ideas. Knowledge that was not originally meant for our minds.
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Once that is known and accepted everything else will come naturally.
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Another splashing sound is heard behind Doctor Breen. Upon inspection, a human cadaver facing upwards is seen behind him covered with veins. Facial recognition confirms the person to be a Pentagram operative. In the distance, a large, unknown mass begins to form out of the ground and begins to spread and advance forward to them.
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Dr. Breen: God…
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The footage then begins to distort and break down, showing the void and SCP-5585-A to be moving further and further away.
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Dr. Breen: Wait, I have more questions!
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SCP-5585-A: Indeed, but there will be no point of them if you're dead.
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[END LOG]
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At this point, everything around me began to swirl and dissipate until I was back where this journey started. Salem and his void were gone and around me were my men. I decide to abort the mission immediately, and not try to discover what that warning was. Not yet, at least.
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Upon debriefing, the three personnel that accompanied Doctor Breen stated that they were alone in separate white voids for the same amount of time as each other, before the space around them began to grow unstable and they were transported to the front entrance. None reported any meetings with SCP-5585-A.
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The exploration was deemed a success due to the FEHS functionality and the discovery of SCP-5585-A. After a few days of deliberation, Doctor Breen requested a second excursion to obtain more information from SCP-5585-A, stating its behavior seems benevolent and that further questioning could reveal more about SCP-5585. This request was later accepted.
+The interior was changed dramatically. Instead of encountering the usual spatial distortions, there was a single, long hallway presented to us, with the veins congregating on its sides. The -1 instances were also more active than last time — they walked up and down the corridor without stopping, and would move away when one of us got too close.
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When we reached the end, Salem was standing at the entrance of a wide decorated room. A massive chandelier could be seen dangling in the air behind him. He told us to follow, and when I asked why he couldn’t do this before he replied that things have changed. He did not divulge any further. Salem guided us through new, unexplored areas of SCP-5585, the world around us warping and changing as we marched onward. For formatting purposes, I have categorized the places we visited for easier documentation.
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The first place we entered was a collection of items and books, all held within extravagant and masterfully crafted shelves and cases. Salem stated that this was his family's personnel collection, carefully curated over the centuries. I ordered my men to disperse, and document anything worth noting. I stayed with Salem and discussed the history of this depository of knowledge.
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He spoke of his family's tours through the Old World in search of treasures and the encounters they had with the other psychic families, specifically the Maruses and Dagas, whose abilities and influence often made them enemies with his own. Tales of when his grandfather was stranded in an alternate timeline where Rome and Carthage never fell and now held dominion over a scorched world. He told me all these stories were contained here, written and stored by his ancestors before their sickness came. When I began reading, I found the Salems were meticulous when it came to organizing, specifically with their own history. Looking back further in their annals, I found old parchments stated to be from the 12th century. In the future, it would behoove us to develop a way to copy these texts for future study.
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Before we entered, we passed several rooms with doors that held a single square glass window on top of their frame, peering into them revealed these entities—some were humanoid, most were amalgamations of things— organic and non-organic. When I questioned Salem about this, he told me they were "ghosts" of past endeavors similar to the ones we encountered at the entrance. It wasn't until later that I fully understood what this meant.
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At the end of our travels, the path was stopped by a metal door. It had rust and dents across it, with stains covering the window. The interior, however, was much more pleasing; it contained a variety of pristine tools, instruments, and technology. In its center was a giant, bronze model of a human brain. Throughout its structure, electricity constantly ran around it. Inspection of the rest of the devices revealed to be made from some type of alloy I never encountered before. It was smooth and flexible, yet durable. Its structure perplexed me before I remembered that in the library a document explained that the Salems discovered a way to use their psionic abilities to create an alloy suited to their peculiar needs. A metal that would only work under certain circumstances, secrets that can only be unlocked by a Salem. It was a pity; a whole subdivision of sciences was created by psionics, and we couldn't even use it.
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+Our final stop was a staircase that led to a pit. It was an open space room; within it were humans suspended in oversized glass jars. The jar's edges were stained and the liquid they were in was murky. Their bodies were bloated and their scalps were removed. Their brains glowed as they slumbered. They were set in parallel rows and numbered in the dozens. Most of their faces, I didn't recognize, but those I did were known Salems. He told me that this was where the true work was made, where their "masterpiece" was kept. In front of us was one of the -1 instances, or ghosts emerged from the floor and entered one of the bodies stuck in the jar, while another left a body beside it and wandered off into the dark. When Salem was questioned about this, he said:
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"Vagabonds. They had no future, not for themselves or anyone else. They roamed the earth without purpose. But they were soon found in my keep, and I gave them an opportunity to rise with us."
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I then asked how this related to the work he spoke of:
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"I told you before that dreams are just power and knowledge within ourselves. But I never told you where it comes from. All thoughts come from an absolute and the more thoughts, or dreams, you control and hold, you perceive, the closer you get to it. Within the Absolute is all knowledge, all ideas from which the universe spawns. It is what my family has been striving for over three hundred years— to reach the ceiling of perfection and bring its majesty upon ourselves. For what do you call a man who has all knowledge?"
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He continued to speak of this subject for quite some time, never stopping even after an apparition walked through him to enter its jar behind him.
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After this, we delved deeper into this morgue, I noticed for a second time my men disappeared and my recorders started to function. I theorized that the void before and this area may be closer to our baseline reality than it originally seems.
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SCP-5585-A: You look distraught, Doctor Breen. Are the humans of concern? Do not worry, I did not make use of them against their will. In fact, they gladly accepted my offer.
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Dr. Breen: I find it hard to believe that anyone would willingly subject themselves to this.
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SCP-5585-A: They are in no pain. They are between worlds now. The dreaming and waking.
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Dr. Breen: And what of the other Salems?
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SCP-5585-A: What of my family? They were most supportive of this endeavor. In the great past, before the Salems were even thought of, psychics were known as "new minds". The heirs of the future and the beginning of a new paradigm. As you look upon the world now, you can see that to be clearly false. As time went on, natural psychic births dwindled. My forefathers, fearing the end, tried to stop it, and they succeeded. They even increased our potential tenfold in the process. Until the sickness came.
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It devoured us. Turned our own bodies into our tombs. Our gifts into our curses. When I was just a boy, my cousin awoke one day to find he could make a star in the palm of his hand. A month later his body was a bloated mess spouting green pus from every new hole on his body. The world around him shifted to his maddened desires and had to be put down by my father and uncle.
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But now, that is over. We are so close, so close. Our work is almost complete, Doctor Breen. The curse of the flesh will no longer hinder our pursuits. Yes, indeed, maybe now, you can see it. Willia! May you please show us?
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The area begins to show seismic activity before it is overlapped by a blanket of shadows. The scenery is completely changed, and they stand in complete darkness. As they move, the splashing of water can be heard with each step.
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SCP-5585-A: Though you cannot see her, she sees you, always, and is very wary of strangers. If it's in you, please forget that last encounter. She's always working ever since she got sick and seldomly stops.
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Dr. Breen: How old is she? Our records tell us that she can't be older than ten.
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SCP-5585-A: Ten is correct. Don't be fooled though. She was born with the spirit of a scientist. In different circumstances, she would have been a prodigy. If only she had more time. But that's neither here nor there. It won't matter soon anyway.
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As they continue to walk, a small humanoid is seen crouched on the ground with its back showing.
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SCP-5585-A: Still shy I see. Do not fear, Willia, this man is a scholar, like us, and yearns for more understanding.
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The humanoid lifts its head, revealing an enlarged brain emitting a green hue. Missing pieces and incisions can be seen across it.
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Dr. Breen: You… did that?
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SCP-5585-A: I had no choice, doctor. No matter what I did or say, she wouldn't let up. She kept insisting that I do it. That I make her the bearer and foundation of our work. And sadly, I had to to yield. She was correct. There was no other way and her abilities far surpassed me and any other Salem, even before the sickness. It pained me to do it, but sacrifices had to be made by all of us for this to succeed. [Caress its upper face, touching its plugs and wires.] Great things do not come willingly.
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SCP-5585-A:[Walks closer to the small humanoid entity, now designated as SCP-5585-B.] The dreams are tamed and all that remains now is time. Willia has done excellent, indeed, her methods are undeniably marvelous.
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Dr. Breen: When will this happen, Salem?
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SCP-5585-A:[Turns to Doctor Breen.] Don't worry, nothing of permanent harm would come to you or the Foundation. I wish I could show you personally, so you may witness it in all of its brilliance.
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[END LOG]
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My suit at the time began to indicate re-charging and I decided to abort the mission. It is also to be noted to document any changes from SCP-5585 and SCP-5585-2 no matter the scale. If Salem is telling the truth, I want to be one of the first to know it.
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The information obtained from the expeditions done by Doctor Breen and his team, and the Pentagram documents, showed that SCP-5585 and its properties were unpredictable; due to this, all further explorations were postponed.
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Doctor Breen actively protested this action and stated that more information could still be learned from SCP-5585. Shortly after, the Director of Site-17 and current overseer of Provisional Site-55 declared that Doctor Breen and his team would be transferred to another project to help develop a mechanism similar to the FEHS for combative purposes. All envoys from Doctor Breen pertaining to this issue afterward were subsequently ignored; shortly after, he was later given a cease and desist order.
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Addendum.5585 Supplementary Investigation:
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In the attempt to garner more information on SCP-5585, the Salems found in the second expedition were sought after. One individual identified in the second log, Nicholas Salem, was last reported to be in a compound located in rural Norway. Investigation into the compound found it to be in a state of disarray, with chemical bottles and medical instruments covered in a green biological substance scattered throughout it. In the basement of the compound were the partially decomposed bodies of thirteen people including Nicholas; all were confirmed to be Salems.
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They were found to be sprawled across the ground in a pool of cerebral fluid, with glass capsules beside each of them except for one. This individual was seated in a chair and suffered a gunshot wound through the heart. Beneath their chair was a glass capsule similar to the others, and contained dark green brain tissue, alongside it was a water-damaged letter identified to be by Joshua Salem.
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Heirs of the Salem Legacy, I call upon you once more for the making of our greatest achievement, the Magnus Opus of our family.
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I have given proof of our works in the past years and I and Willia have upheld our bargain. Now, it is time to do your part. Negligence from you will no longer be ignored. Below, I have given instructions. Do not deviate from them.
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1. Consume the brain matter. It is of Willia but it contains the key to the Absolute. Our blood ties are strong but still so far apart. This will close the gap.
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2. Destroy all your familiars. We need ourselves to be whole, splintering your consciousness will no longer do.
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[UNINTELLIGIBLE]
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12. Find a means to end your life.
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The failures of the past have finally caught up to us. Our ancestors are dead, and we are the ones left. We must expand our view of life and death and embark on the journey that will grant us freedom. We must come closer to the Absolute to unlock ourselves. We must all join the Dream and rise.
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No more will the Salems die. From here on now, we become immortalized!
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Throughout the structure, other letters of similar subjects were located, written by Joshua between the years 1966 and 1974.
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Addendum.5585 Incident 01:
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At 4:00 am, on October 28th, 1974, Doctor Martin Breen, taking advantage of his status and his knowledge of the guard's routine, stole a FEHS and entered SCP-5585 without authorization. Three hours after this event, Doctor Martin Breen exited the building before collapsing.
I want to put this on record that I did not act under any foreign influence, non-anomalous and anomalous alike. I did what I did in the pursuit of knowledge to benefit the Foundation of any threats.
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When I entered SCP-5585, the space was in disorder. The rooms, stairways, walls, and every structure inside were either infused with another or simply destroyed, their scattered remains floating in the air. Even with the suit, I was having problems getting past these distortions. It was as if another layer of reality was placed upon me.
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As I went deeper, the corruption became clearer. The ground was slowly disappearing, replaced with a greenish-blackish flesh that excreted fluid with each step. The air around me was filled with floating veins that moved and contorted with their own will. And the -1's, or ghosts, were missing throughout the entire journey. Until I found the hole. It banished light and consumed everything around it. Its shadowy tendrils were spread across the ground, pulling everything into its maw. It was a vortex of darkness. The only thing unaffected by it were the ghost around it; some stood beside it, others floated, but they all had their heads up, the green orbs in their heads shining brilliantly.
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Salem then appeared to me in front of that pit and beckoned me to come with him. At the time, I still believed that FEHS would protect me, and that he was the only one who could give us answers to what was happening.
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I followed.
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He beckoned to come even closer and we passed through reality. We entered a void. It was dark, illuminated only by my suit and sparkles of light that glittered around us. He told me that they were done. That their work was finally complete, and he wanted to show someone of a similar soul what was going to happen. When I asked about his daughter, he claimed that he talked to her and that she finally accepted my presence. As we traveled in this glittering darkness, we found her. Upon closer look, she resembled more like a child than last time and had strands of her reaching her neck all while her brain remained exposed. They were crouched on the ground, with a pool of a frothing green liquid around them. When she turned, I saw her face was rotten, with flesh sagging at the sides and green puss pouring through her empty sockets and missing nose. In her hands, she clutched something. I veered closer and then she extended her arms, bony, gray, and disfigured, and open her palms. Contained within them was a formless mass of pure light. I reached further and touched it.
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My mind was filled with scenes and emotions that swirled around me like a whirlwind. In them, I see Joshua engaging in his experiments as he ripped out others' minds to put them in their slumber. I see Willia change a flower into a glass with a touch of her finger before collapsing and vomiting.
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I see Joshua packing the bodies of the deceased before stabbing himself with his instruments. I see Willia, dictating the plans for all of this; her drawings and the creation of these machines that she would use on herself all for the same purpose. I feel her fears, her desperation to avoid the fate of her ancestors. Then it all ends.
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Both of the Salems looked at me and I saw what they saw. A speck of white light, Joshua's space, surrounded by a world of darkness. When I looked down, I saw that I kneel on nothing but air, and beneath me were monsters — a four-legged behemoth, its head removed and replaced with a sphere of arms and legs, a flock of flying chimeras that feed on the disfigured body of a walking giant, a dismembered head that chewed on its severed body— they were innumerable.
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Joshua called it her menagerie. The menagerie of Dreams and Nightmares.
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I ran and heard the cry of a beast. The girl wanted me dead after I rejected them and summoned her monstrosities. Joshua tried to call me, but I ignored him. I tore down the layers of this abyss bit by bit until I escaped the hole. But it was too late by then. The nightmares were unleashed.
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After recovery, Doctor Breen showed signs of brain trauma, although no indicators of physical cause could be found, and had to be given heavy dosages of stimulants and painkillers to induce lucidness to acquire a report before he lost consciousness. Shortly after, Doctor Breen died due to a brain hemorrhage.
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On 1974/11/04, SCP-5585-2's range of effect began to decrease to the point where all traces of it were gone from SCP-5585's exterior, resulting in its rapid deterioration. At this time, combat forces were requested to engage any possible threat created by SCP-5585.
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Two hours after this abnormal behavior, the SCP-5585-2 range suddenly increased to the point of encompassing the entirety of Provisional Site-55. The area around the Site then began to experience seismic activity before SCP-5585 itself exploded outwards and a pillar of white light shot out from the center of its foundation, destroying the building in the process; the debris could be seen floating around the pillar.
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Soon after, SCP-5585-A stepped out of the pillar of light, carrying a small humanoid in their arms. When Foundation personnel drew closer to them, a swarm of SCP-5585-1 instances emerged from the pillar and began to rapidly transform into giant, chimeric entities that attacked and dispelled all combative forces from the area.
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SCP-5585-A begins to walk forward as more SCP-5585-1 instances emerge from the pillar and transform. Soon, the number of hostile entities reaches the hundreds, as the flying variants began to block out the sky. The Foundation forces that remained declared an Alpha Level Breach and requested immediate heavy combative assistance. However, SCP-5585-A raises their hand and looks up, their eyes glowing a green hue. The entities around the area halt in their activities before turning into a liquid-like substance and converging above SCP-5585-A into a singular shimmering, white sphere.
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The reality around personnel then becomes unstable; objects begin distorting and gravity becomes inconsistent as personnel are seen floating in the sky while others hang on to debris for anchorage. SCP-5585-A then levitates into the sphere while waving its hand in a swaying motion, causing massive shockwaves to occur across the area as they disappear into it. Shortly after, the sphere begins to rapidly shrink, possessing a shimmering effect, before completely dissipating.
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In the aftermath of this event, Foundation forces suffered 38 casualties, and 5 fatalities, several of whom suffered brain trauma from an unknown source. SCP-5585 was in ruins, with its foundation and support beams functionally destroyed. When an investigation was done on its remains, it was found that only small patches of SCP-5585-2 remained and that they were dissipating.
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Addendum.5585 Log III Video Recovery:
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When inspecting the FEHS of Doctor Martin Breen, it was found that his recording device was damaged by brute force. This was first thought to be the cause of hostile entities that were within SCP-5585, but upon further inspection, the suit was found to be damaged in only that area. After several hours of trying to fix the device, some footage was recovered.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Doctor Breen: No… I refuse.
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SCP-5585-A: Doctor Breen, it is too late for you. You have betrayed them in the highest order. They will either kill you or destroy your mind. But you knew this already. Indeed, why else would you come here?
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Between them is SCP-5585-B who creates a gurgling sound while drawing on the ground with a black object. Doctor Breen stares at them for several seconds before looking down, revealing a horde of chimeric entities beneath him.
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Doctor Breen: You said you'll tell me your secrets. Not to kill me!
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SCP-5585-A: The process will be simple, a piece of your mind will be here as we leave this realm of flesh. While the rest of you will have no reconciliation. They will never know what you did. Not that it would matter.
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Doctor Breen: It will still feel like dying. And how do you know this Absolute even exists? You know nothing. You're mad!
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SCP-5585-A: I did not invent the Absolute, Doctor. It has always existed in the thoughts of men. I once asked you what do you call a man who has all knowledge, but you never answered. A man who has all knowledge is no longer a man, but an aspect of that knowledge now. For to have all knowledge you must be the beginning and the end, the all and not all. Some call that oblivion, the followers of Nälkä refer to it as Yaldabaoth, and we call it the Absolute. These ideas have always existed and I know they have for I've dreamt of them. And now we seek to look upon it with new perception and learn its majesties with glee.
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That is the world awaiting you. Do you really wish to stay here and live with its primitive restraints? Surely, you must know you have no other choice.
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Doctor Breen: You tricked me.
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SCP-5585-A: I did not. Now, is this moment of despair over for you yet? If not, lets—
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Doctor Breen:[Heavy Breathing] Stop. Just do it. But destroy this. [Points at FEHS's recorder].
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SCP-5585-A: Still clinging to your ego? Very well. Willia.
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SCP-5585-B stands up as veins begin to rapidly envelop Doctor Breen. Shortly after the recorder's view is obscured, screaming from Doctor Breen is heard.
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Special Containment Procedures: Provisional Site-044 is to encompass SCP-6011. Human development within a 10 km radius of SCP-6011 is to be prevented under the guise of the area being protected by the Libyan government for conservation purposes.
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SCP-6011 is to be stored in a hermetically sealed chamber. External stimuli are to be kept to a minimum. An adjustable monitoring system is to be deployed perpendicular to SCP-6011 as per the aforementioned criteria.
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Interactions with the SCP-6011, its mass, and/or instances of SCP-6011-1 must be approved by the acting Head Researcher of Provisional Site-044.
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Description: SCP-6011 is a circular area located in the Central Sahara Desert with a radius of roughly 500 m suspended 5 cm in the air. The area is situated 156 m below the ground within limestone karst in which it was originally discovered. As the transport of the object was neither possible nor practical, Provisional Site-044 was erected following the unearthing.
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SCP-6011 has no thickness and behaves like a 2-dimensional plane; 3-dimensional objects pass through with no resistance. However, when attempting movement along its axis, the matter present within SCP-6011 will react abiding by the baseline laws of thermodynamics. Valence-shell electron-pair repulsion and Molecular orbital theories are applicable and result in the molecules as well as the orbitals represented on the XY-axis alone.
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Both the inorganic and organic material found within SCP-6011 exhibit properties similar to their 3-dimensional counterpart, existing in all states of matter accounted for in the baseline reality. Compounds that require 3-dimensional configuration to perform their functions can exhibit them within SCP-6011 through unknown means.
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The designation SCP-6011-1 collectively refers to organisms inhabiting SCP-6011. The smallest unit of the aforementioned organisms is cell-like in nature. Instances of SCP-6011-1 can be divided into three basic branches of life, termed: Explicitus Archaea (similar to Archaea), Explicitus Bacteria (similar to Bacteria), and Explicitus Eukaryota (similar to Eukaryotes). The variation between the different single and multi-cellular instances of SCP-6011-1 garners them being placed into their individual species.
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Reproducing both sexually and asexually, all species of SCP-6011-1 are based on a genetic code similar to DNA, exhibiting both genetic heredity and mutation. Proteins assisting in the coiling of the genetic material are present and affect the gene expression, although their 2-dimensional nature prevents the formation of chromosomal-like structure and instead results in the genetic material being stored in a form of two-branched Fermat's spirals.
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Endo- and exocytosis is achieved through the opening of U-shaped proteins forming the cell membrane. A protein synthesized in preparation for cytosis is used to break the intermolecular forces between the membrane, allowing the material to pass. This process is highly regulated, as osmotic lysis occurs when both sides of the U-shape proteins are opened.
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Among the fauna of SCP-6011, absorption of food is most commonly accomplished through mouth-like structures, and most species perform aerobic and anaerobic respiration. Since the anus is not present — as the 2-dimensional configuration does not allow for the gastrointestinal tract — the waste product is regurgitated through the mouth following digestion in the stomach. Fauna of SCP-6011 developed an immune system and physical adaptions capable of combating the majority of bacteria in feces through natural selection.
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Photosynthesis is performed by numerous species of flora. Due to the sunlight being fairly scarce and directional such as all plants blocked by any amount of opaque mass will find themself etiolated, the majority of flora is capable of performing rapid phototropism. As directional gravity is not present, the roots of plants grow towards the sources of metal — usually the iron-rich soil — using a form of advanced magnetotropism.
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Light sensitive, eye-like structures located on some specimens of SCP-6011-1 are capable of perceiving the environment within SCP-6011 as a 1-dimensional line. The perspective is determined by the distance between the light bouncing off the perceived object and the sensory organ. Objects in close proximity appear brighter than those further away due to the scattering of light. Using this method, shapes can be distinguished. This is done in a similar vein to 3-dimensional entities perceiving depth through the use of 2-dimensional images.
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The Plana hominem is a sapient, multicellular species of SCP-6011-1. Members of Plana hominem possess features similar to that of a human side profile, with a distinguishable head housing a brain, a nose, and a singular eye. The integumentary system, muscular system, lymphatic system, respiratory system, digestive system, nervous system, endocrine system, cardiovascular system, urinary system, and reproductive system are also present. As their eye is stationary and facing to their left, instances of Plana hominem must orientate their entire body to achieve 360° vision. Possessing three types of cone cells, the vision of Plana hominem is similar to that of the human visible spectrum. Locomotion is performed through an arrangement of motile cilia-like structures moved by the hydrostatic pressure from blood circulation. Though primarily used for locomotion, grasping can be achieved.
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Sol-β is a miniature, rotationally locked star possessing features equivalent to a Red Dwarfs. It measures 4 m in diameter, creating a dead zone with a 50 m radius outside of which its solar radiation is not detrimental to the climate and life of SCP-6011. The average temperature in areas located 250 m away from Sol-β is only 18°C, considered to be tropical by both the local fauna and flora.
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The geological landscape of SCP-6011 is varied and subject to infrequent change due to the lack of seismic activity. A large accumulation of solid water covers the circumference of the plane, with the average temperature within the immediate proximity measuring -40° C due to its distance from Sol-β. Smaller bodies of liquid water, maintaining structure through its cohesive nature, are scattered throughout.
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The meteorological conditions of SCP-6011 consist of infrequent rainfalls caused by the accumulation of water vapor with occasional snow; there is no distinction between seasons. Cooled by the frozen circumference, the clouds move clockwise throughout the day, causing rainfall once the water condenses. Both the time and direction system of Plana hominem is based on this meteorological system, with the distinctions of cardinal directions done by the periods of rainfall. North is designated by the direction of the rainfall at 12:00, East by the direction of rainfall at 9:00, etc.
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+Looking at SCP-6011 is curious. It can give one a feeling of power — being able to survey the entire world with a mere glance. Every rock formation, building, and even the inhabitants can be viewed with ease as if looking at an oversimplified diagram.
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+When I look at an instance of SCP-6011-1, I do not see a singular entity. I see all their organs working in unity. I see their digestive system moving, their eyelids appearing from the space behind their eyes in which they are tucked and their hearts beating rhythmically. If I were to zoom in closely, I am certain I could see the individual neural synapses firing in their exposed brains.
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+We had prior interactions with entities that claimed to originate from higher geometrical dimensions, yet our mind was never really capable of understanding them. Where we stand, we have the capability to imagine the lives of those in the 2-dimensional space. Sadly, the same cannot be said for our understanding of the 4-dimensional reality.
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+It is often said that the human brain is like a computer. So just like a computer can never completely emulate a machine more advanced than itself, so do we lack the ability to understand higher dimensions.
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Instances of Plana hominem live in a feudal-like society, with the role of the parents passed to the offspring. There is a clear social hierarchy, with the people divided into Estates. Those Estates, indicated by the coloring of the body applied below the skin at birth, strictly follow their social structure. One cannot move down or up their respected Estate.
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Any deviation from the said hierarchy could result in an individual getting placed in a mental asylum, the role of which has not yet been replaced by a proper psychiatric hospital. It must be noted that the social classes mentioned below are broad classifications.
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+Red - Archduke; the Monarch of SCP-6011.
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+Orange - Administrative positions.
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+Yellow - Priests, Scribes, and Record Keepers.
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+Green - Similar to Middle-Class Citizens of 18th century Europe. Teachers, Physicians, Lawyers, etc.
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+Blue - Merchants, Tradesmen, and Skilled Workers.
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+Purple - Manual Labourers.
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Color and Its Cultural Importance
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Much cultural emphasis is placed on color. Colors with higher wavelengths represent value and are commonly used to distinguish the central characters in art. This application of color is primarily used as a way to most easily distinguish between the social Estates as differentiating between individuals from facial features alone is a great task and an acquired skill termed "facial recognition".
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Servants
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As many everyday tasks cannot be performed by a single individual due to their bodily limitations, it is considered proper and even essential for higher-class citizens to own no less than two servants. Whether paid or enslaved, the servants must come from an Estate below the Green one. Requiring assistance of a friend or family member to perform tasks requiring two is considered a sign of poverty.
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Technology
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The technological level of development within SCP-6011 is considerably low in many aspects. Germ theory is yet to be developed and the belief in a spontaneous generation is just beginning to be publically scrutinized. As 2-dimensional nature does not allow for a formation of an axle — and the gravitational force not moving the matter in any particular direction — wheels are applicable for neither transport nor gearing.
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Voice Scribes
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While physical writing on a surface is possible, it is not practical. As such, leagues of "Voice Scribes" are trained amongst the Yellow caste. Their sole purpose is remembering and regurgitating a large amount of information. It is usually a role of a singular Voice Scribe to recall an entire tome, transcription of a speech, or a particular law.
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Entertainment
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Due to their inability to accompany more than one row of viewers, "Visual Theatres" are seen as a form of luxury. More popular are the "Voice Theaters" where more emphasis is placed on the sound of both the artificially created ambiance as well as the dialogue.
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Entertainment in the form of social games is prominent and played amongst all social classes. The most popular competitive board game is titled "Regicide". Played on a 1-dimensional board, Regicide shares many characteristics with Chess, involving both a central piece the capture of which results in the end of a game (titled the Archduke), and different move sets for individual pieces. While 2-dimensional Regicide is possible with the use of transparent playing boards, the movement of the pieces is considered troublesome and the sport as a whole a novelty.
Oldest son. Only child of legal age. Currently unemployed.
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Veikcrea
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Gralala
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Note: While there was a mention of the Subject α and β having two more daughters, empirical proof of their existance is not within the Foundation's possession.
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Foreword: An educated member of the Green Estate named Iotis was chosen as Subject α for an interview regarding the nature of SCP-6011. As the subject spent the majority of their time within the City N:0.55, S:-0.34 "Rellalo", an attempt at the initial interaction made within Subject α's household at 11:30 (SCP-6011-1 time).
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Subject α: Study, S. Engaged in a solo-game of Regicide.
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Subject β: Bedroom, SE. Repeating sentences regarding a legal case to itself, possibly a form of rudimentary Voice Scribe training.
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Subject γ: Bedroom, W. Sleeping.
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Subject δ: Bedroom, NW. Sleeping.
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Subject ζ: Bedroom, NW. Sleeping.
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Subject η: Bedroom, NW. Sleeping.
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Subject θ: Kitchen, C. Cleaning dishes.
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(A short, high-pitched noise was played in a speaker suspended 5 cm above Subject α. This was done to test its hearing capabilities.)
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Subject α: Pardon? Pardon. Pardon?
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Dr. Michalis: Head North. We’ll commune further there.
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(Distressed, Subject α rapidly turns around the room.)
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Subject α: Excuse me Sir — or madam — but could you please state your direction? I am incapable of facing you.
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Dr. Michalis: That is not necessary. Please, head North.
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Subject α: I do say, it is necessary! It is only proper for visual contact to occur during a conversation! But then again, your voice is hard to distinguish…
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Dr. Michalis: Just a moment. Your name is Iotis, correct?
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Subject α: That is right. But Sir - or madam — I simply must know where you are! (Subject α is making its way around the room, feeling the walls.)
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Dr. Michalis: Iotis, please stop moving.
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Subject α: I believe that a call to the police is in order! How have you entered my private quarters?! Goodness me…Goodness me! A thief! A thief! A thief!
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Dr. Michalis: Your daughters and sons are disturbed by the noise you’re making, do you realize that?
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+(Subject α slides the door leading into its chamber open, inspecting the hallway before retreating inside.)
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+Subject α: Where are you? How do you know about my children? Goodness me…Goodness me! A thief! A stalker! A thief and a stalker! (Subject α continues inspecting its chamber.)
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+(Subject β enters the chamber of Subject α.)
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+Subject β: Sir Iotis? Why are you screaming, Sir Iotis?
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+Subject α: Ah, madam Fimnar! Horrible news! A thief! Quickly, inform the police while I take the children somewhere safe! Go, madam Fimnar, go!
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+(Subject β exits the chamber of Subject α in haste.)
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+Dr. Michalis: Listen to me, Iotis. I am not a thief. I am not a stalker. I'm (pause) I am a messenger. That’s right — a messenger. Please, if you could just cooperate I can assure you that your family will be fine.
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Subject α: Anything! I’ll do anything!
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Dr. Michalis: Yes, very good. Now, please stop shouting and move back to where you were.
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Subject α: (Subject α moves towards the South of its chamber.) Please, do not use the hoi polloi language in my household. Just say Southside like a proper gentleman or lady that you are. That being said, your voice is difficult to distinguish. Oh, pardon!
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Dr. Michalis: I am a Sir. A doctor. You’re an educated man yourself, correct?
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Subject α: Yes. I am a professor, Sir. Is this what this is all about? Do you wish for me to use my talents free of charge?
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Dr. Michalis: Iotis. We want nothing from you except your time.
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Subject α: Very well, very well. I am here. I am listening. Could you please at least show yourself?
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Dr. Michalis: Just a moment Iotis.
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(A mechanical piston is lowered into the surface of SCP-6011 before being retracted)
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Subject α: (distressed) Pardon? Pardon? Pardon?
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Dr. Michalis: That was one of our devices. Did you see it?
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Subject α: Yes. Yes, I did. Metallic it was. And round. But it disappeared!
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Dr. Michalis: As I mentioned before, we require your cooperation. I’ll be as clear as I can in explaining what just occurred. And you will listen. Understood, Sir?
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Subject α: Yes Sir. Yes Sir!
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+(Two members of Law Enforcement from the Blue Estate approach the house accompanied by Subject β. Subject θ answers the front door.)
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+Dr. Michalis: Iotis, we will continue our conversation. Tomorrow, head Northside of your house. Just past the large lake. Just past the white rock. We’ll talk again. Right now, I can see 2 policemen approaching your house. No wonder, you were loud.
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Subject α: What? How? Angel? Angel?! Where are you, Angel!
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[END LOG]
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Closing Statement: Subject α was fined for noise disturbance.
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While I understand the initial concerns at breaking our absolute Veil over SCP-6011, an interaction needed to take place sooner or later. Subject α — Iotis — made no attempts at recalling the events.
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+It appears like Subject α mistook our interaction as a sort of divine intervention. While incidental, this oversight could be exploited in further interactions.
Foreword: Following the events of Addendum-2, Subject α performed several other interactions with the research team of SCP-6011. As further data was collected, both from the testimony of Subject α and empirical observations, Dr. Michalis found it appropriate to put together a seminar accompanied by a Q&A section regarding SCP-6011.
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I want you to imagine a place in space. A point. The center of a circle. A singular point in space. And then another. Now, imagine a line connecting the two points. Now, our space has a length. It has dimensions. It has direction. To give our space an area, we need to draw a line perpendicular to our first line. To give it volume, another line must be drawn perpendicular to the other two. This is what many of us call the baseline reality; a 3-dimensional space.
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When even one of the aforementioned perpendicular lines is removed, an object will no longer have volume. Could such an object have mass? In our baseline reality, the obvious answer is: no. Mass has density, and density calls for volume. However, ladies and gentlemen, despite most of you being Junior Researchers, you have all interacted with that which does not make sense by the mainstream science. How does an object become anomalous? We don't know. And if we did, it wouldn't be anomalous anymore.
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One such object was discovered by the colonial forces of Italy in 1912. Of course, it seemed like an extended form of the cave system to them — and the public shall know it as such. Inside the cave system, we found SCP-6011.
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If you could please look at the screen, I would like to introduce you to our informant. I know he doesn't look like much — and the little guy is only about 5 cm in length — but what you are seeing is a sapient creature originating from SCP-6011. He told us a little about his world and while asking us to return the favor, we were hesitant. It believed that we were an angelic entity of some sort, and can you really blame him? Imagine someone suddenly appearing within your house. Imagine someone describing the direct shape of your insides while informing you what your relative across the country is doing. Would you also not cry out "Angel? Angel?! Where are you, Angel!".
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I see you laughing, yet there is nothing comedic about our testing period with Subject α. It did involve some distasteful tactics that I, as a xenoanthropologist, am not proud of. But it needed to be done. We could no longer observe. We needed an expert and Iotis was the closest thing this world had to a doctor. While most of our data of the xenoanthropological kind was kindly provided by him, we filled in the blanks with our own observations and corrected for any biases.
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Today, I wanted to talk about what was not included in the main 6011 files. Things that were not deemed valuable enough and other information of curiosity. Something to make you think and perhaps consider an assignment to Provisional Site-044 or at least giving my recently published book, "The Life in Plane" a read. It was actually co-authored by our very own Iotis.
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As you have all read the file, there is no reason for me to repeat myself. I will move straight into the Q&A section. Please, tell me what you want to know.
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Q: Can you say something in the language spoken by the sapient instances of SCP-6011-1?
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A: (in Plana hominem) Yes. Yes, I can. (English) It's not good for my throat, I reckon. It is a very coarse language, yet oddly soft.
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Q: Let's say that I placed my finger within SCP-6011 and moved it towards a rock formation. Would my finger be slashed in half, due to the SCP-6011 being infinity thin?
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A: Firstly, SCP-6011 isn’t “infinitely thin”, as it has no thickness. Your finger would be fine, as the 2-dimensional projection of your atoms would simply interact with the rock as expected, abiding by our understood laws of thermodynamics. For future reference, please do not place any appendages within SCP-6011.
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Q:Is there any apparent reason for the sapient instances of SCP-6011-1 to look human?
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A: Truth is, do they even look human? Or is it natural for our brain to make connections between vaguely humanoid-shaped objects, as we want to feel a sense of familiarity with them? Philosophy aside, no. Not that we know of.
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Q: How do we know that SCP-6011 is actually a 2-dimensional space?
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A: We ran tests involving beta emitters. The received value stands in line with that expected from an environment with a high concentration of gases rather than anything solid. We have also created a form of vacuum in SCP-6011, with the results once again agreeing with us. So yes, if SCP-6011 had width, we would have detected it by now.
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Q: Can mass be removed out of SCP-6011?
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A: I am glad that somebody asked that since this will save me some time with future testing requests. To answer your question, yes. Hypothetically speaking, mass can be forced out of SCP-6011. However, we do not want that to happen. You have to understand that particles within SCP-6011 have a 2-dimensional configuration. They would either rearrange themselves to fit into a 3-dimensional configuration or split apart in the baseline reality. The worst thing that could occur would be the removed mass undergoing instantaneous nuclear fission that would release 0 joules of energy. Besides, it is a standard protocol to avoid removing mass from a closed system.
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Q: Opposite of the previous question. Can mass be moved into SCP-6011?
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A: Yes. Actually, no. It's complicated. You can place a cross-section of a mass, but the actual mass itself would remain in the baseline reality. If we wished, we could place a piece of carbon for the instances of Plana hominem to ignite using a flame. While the cross-section would inevitably burn, leaving us with 2 pieces of carbon sliced neatly at the intersection, the mass of carbon would remain the same. Rinse and repeat, infinite mass, infinite energy. As I mentioned before, changing the enthalpy of a system is never advised.
On 01/12/1916, there was a malfunction in the motoring system that caused the breakdown of the camera rails and dislocation of several metallic compartments into the surface of SCP-6011. While the object sustained no damage, the phasing of the components was witnessed by several citizens of City N:0.55, S:-0.34 "Rellalo" above which the monitoring system was momentarily suspended.
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While it was initially suspected that a state of panic would result from the sudden entry and exit of mass in such a public place, the rapid return to the status quo resulted in the research team deploying anti-cognitohazard screening in order to locate the source of the apparent disregard following the initial event.
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Images from the anti-cognitohazard screening were analyzed, discovering that a sizable building obscured by a form of visual cognitohazard was located at N:-0.99, S:-0.20, an area previously marked as a wasteland. The building, shaped like a regular octagon with a side length of 100 cm, resembled a standard holding facility.
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Following the deployment of auditory anti-cognitohazard screening, the research team managed to record a Voice Scribe reciting the information regarding Incident #6011:01/12/1916. The creation of the obscured building, cognitohazard deployed following the incident, and the subsequent capture of Subject α can all be attributed to a veiled organization acting within SCP-6011, designating themselves as Doctors of the Church.
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The group — comprised mostly of members of the Yellow and Orange Estates with a small task force of Green, Blue, and Purple field agents — holds similar mission statements to the SCP Foundation from the baseline reality. This encompasses their attempts to uphold the Veil of Secrecy between that which they consider anomalous (3-dimensional mass entering the SCP-6011) and the general population as well as their will to understand the nature of such phenomena through the application of science and theology. It was further discovered that SCP-6011 would have become dislodged from the baseline reality following the initial textile interaction were it not for Doctors of the Church and their deployment of reality anchors.
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A 2-dimensional cognitohazard made for protection from extradimensional threats.
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+2-dimensional reality anchors.
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+Truly. I am speechless.
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+Doctors of the Church, referred to as "The Little Foundation" in jest amongst the research team, are an interesting group of interest. When I look at them I see — well — us.
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+A little crumb of limestone falling from the ceiling of the karst or a bug somehow making its way onto the surface of SCP-6011 — phasing in and out of existence — must have terrified them. And so they found a way to conceal all that was illogical from the general public. As did we.
Client moray eel and cleaner wrasse footage, associated with first experimental instance of SCP-6023-1 in North America.
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Client potato grouper and cleaner wrasse footage associated with first experimental instance of SCP-6023-1 in Asia.
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Item #: SCP-6023
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Object Class: Keter
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Special Containment Procedures: A dedicated team of Foundation social media specialists is to create a series of fabricated advertisements promoting “Fish Snacks” brand aquatic pet food mixes, and release them to major video sharing services. Each advertisement must feature a salesperson walking upon water as the consistent “gimmick” pertaining to the brand. Fake fan parodies and mimic videos are to be released every six months, with viewcounts manipulated to indicate lack of popularity and discourage replication.
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A two-researcher disinformation team is to monitor social media for any civilian reports of SCP-6023. Should SCP-6023-1 individuals be identified, they are to be amnesticized and monitored for a minimum of one month. The Foundation will maintain a detailed dossier of these individuals in case they continue to exhibit a predisposition for anomalous abilities.
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Any Foundation documentation pertaining to in-house SCP-6023-1 instances is to be shared across all international branches.
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Description: SCP-6023 is an anomalous phenomenon that is triggered when certain humans observe cleaner wrasse fish (genus Labroides) within the mouths of client aquatic creatures. The anomaly has been observed to manifest regardless of the method of observation, and thus far has been known to affect both viewing of video footage as well as in-person viewing.
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Humans affected by SCP-6023 will experience the following:
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The human subject (designated SCP-6023-1) will hear the phrase “fish snacks” repeated several times, to the tune of a popular children’s song they remember from their childhood. The tune will end with the phrase, “looking for some fish snacks” and the lyrics will repeat as long as the viewer continues to observe the cleaner wrasses at work.
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Upon looking away from the cleaner wrasses, SCP-6023-1 individuals will suddenly feel a passing inclination to seek out a large body of water and search for fish.
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While singing the tune and words they have learned from SCP-6023, SCP-6023-1 individuals will be able to walk upon water surfaces over depths up to 10 meters. (Thus far, this effect seems to only manifest if the SCP-6023-1 individual walks barefoot.)
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Thus far, Foundation experimentation has indicated that SCP-6023 will manifest in approximately 0.001% of test subjects. It is currently believed that civilians affected by SCP-6023 will be highly unlikely to discover its secondary effect, as test subjects required prompting in order to manifest the effect themselves. As of most recent test results, there are no consistent traits (personality, health history, socioeconomic status, etc.) observed between known SCP-6023-1 individuals.
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International Foundation facility records indicate more observed SCP-6023-1 individuals in China than any other country, possibly alluding to the origin point of the SCP-6023 anomaly itself. The song most commonly noted was “捕鱼歌” (bǔ yú gē), translated roughly to “fishing song”. The SCP-6023-1 individual who holds the record for the longest water-walking session is a D-Class personnel member, who completed eighteen consecutive laps of a Foundation pool while singing the “鱼零食” (yú língshí, “fish snacks”) lyrics. From international testing documents, “It is believed that the louder and more sincerely an SCP-6023-1 individual sings, the better they are able to keep their balance atop the water’s surface.”
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Addendum SCP-6023-1: At the urging of the 6023 project lead, an ambassador from the Serpent’s Hand was requested to give a consultation regarding whether more stringent containment procedures were necessary, and if SCP-6023 itself was inherently malicious. The ambassador gave the following statement:
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It’s a simple spell, we teach it to children for fun.
Depiction of SCP-6028 by the 15th-century Chinese artist Shen Zhou (沈周). Note the characteristic dual-voyager motif and the Araucaria-like silhouettes of the trees in the right of the painting.
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Special Containment Procedures: Due to the stochastic nature of its effects, SCP-6028 is currently considered uncontainable. Foundation historians are to acquire copies of any media depicting SCP-6028, and are to continue to promulgate the hypothesis that these depictions refer to a non-anomalous habitat type.
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Description: SCP-6028 refers to a temperate coniferous forest of indeterminate location and indeterminate existence. All data substantiating SCP-6028's existence are in the form of historical documents (many of a mythological nature) either describing it as a location or detailing a journey to, into, and out of SCP-6028. Documents describing SCP-6028 have been found ranging throughout recorded history.
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SCP-6028 is consistently described as possessing the following attributes:
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Location within a valley in a mountainous region.
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Canopy dominated by conifers, usually named as either cedar or pine. As multiple plants bear both these names, the exact species are often not determinable.
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High species richness. The majority of species are represented in the understory or as fauna, while the overstory is much more homogeneous. No animals are described that are not native to the region in which the writer locates SCP-6028; however, descriptions of plants are much more fanciful and may include distinctly anomalous or impossible phenotypes (for example, trees greater than 130 m in height; achlorotic instances isolated from any nearby photosynthesizers and therefore lacking in a carbohydrate source; or trees with sufficient canopy density and crown width that their weight would exceed the maximum possible compressive strength of wood).
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Location significantly distant from the writer’s place of habitation, requiring a multi-day journey (regardless of method of transport) to access and to traverse. Often, SCP-6028 is described only a portion of an account of a longer journey, indicating that the source writer did not at the time identify the traverse of SCP-6028 as being exceptionally out of the ordinary.
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Any party undertaking travel to or through the forest is composed of exactly two individuals. These two voyagers may otherwise be of any age, gender, and vocation.
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It is currently undetermined if entry to SCP-6028 is dependent upon personal actions or is entirely stochastic.
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Examples of sources or translations of sources describing SCP-6028 are provided below. For a full catalogue of SCP-6028 attestations, please contact the Historical Department.
This tale depicts the struggles of Atsu-hery-ib, the assistant to a merchant, to return to his home and family in Egypt after becoming stranded in Levantine Phoenicia due to a series of misfortunes. Like to The Voyage of Wenamun, scholarship has been divided on whether this document was intended to be an accurate report of a genuine journey or whether it was intended to serve as “fiction set in a real historical time” (Tyldesley, 2011). This particular episode comes relatively early in the tale: Atsu-hery-ib is attempting to travel overland to the port of Tyre with a recently-made companion named Chibale. The two men have sought directions at a homestead, but have subsequently taken an incorrect turning and been led further into the mountains.
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Now the soils of this place were both black and white, and a multitude of streams ran through them. Indeed even the air was damp, and water gathered upon our garments as we walked. Many living things there were among the trunks, and we had no names for them, for they were new and strange to our sight. And the trees themselves were beyond anything that we had known: their heads were lost within the clouds, and their trunks were composed of snakeskins, and their branches lay thickly as the plaits of a woman’s hair. Surely they had never been before put to the axe, for no inroads did we cross and no marks were there upon the trunks from any blows.
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And Chibale spoke to me, saying: “Surely this is the forest from which the cedar is harvested; the cedar that is shipped to Kemet on Egyptian ships.”
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But I denied him, saying: “No, for there is not a mark on any tree, nor have we crossed any inroads. Say rather that this must be the forest to which man does not go, and that we ourselves may be the first people to tread this land.”
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Thus did we approach the holy shrine of the Mothers and the Fathers1 in the wild places; yet our eyes were veiled, and we were blinded, and did not know where it was that we passed. For this passage have I done them honour in Khemenu and within my own household: Nun and Naunet2, Kek and Kauket3. Libations I prepare for you, o lords who were before all, engenderers, supporters and raisers of the world and all therein!
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The land passed into foothills, and we reached the shore not far to the north of Tyre. With the last of our coin, we purchased passage to the city, and there sought one who could find for us a ship returning to Kemet.
This text was found in the drafts of translator Edward FitzGerald after his death.
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+Above our brow the Branches arching sweep,
+Unfold their Leaves whose many Hues did keep
+From times when man Bestrode the new-made Earth
+The Maker’s hour, where Time wends deep and deep!
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+Behind us the City, before us Wood—
+Beneath this moon-glazed Night we shiv’ring stood
+To cross into that Vale of ancient Stars
+And tow’ring Grace of teeming livelihood!
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+Thought we, the Wine: whom coax’d this forth from Mind!
+Yet ere we lay our hand Upon the the Rind
+Of yonder tree with Crown outstretched from Sight—
+Felt Fern, and Moss, and Bark of firmest kind.
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+Beheld us the Path, strewn as though with Rose
+Green-glowing whorls, kindled from dark Repose.
+This earthly Garden of strange-curling fans—
+Whose palaces from pitted Stone expose.
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+Down flows the Water, jacinth-red and Bright
+Tipped down stairs of Air, from Allah’s own height
+As we stepped forth into the ancient Sand
+Of waves that stretch unto Eternal Sight.
Vafþrúðnismál is a poem from the Codex Regius detailing a contest of wits between the god Óðinn and the giant Vafþrúðnir. The questions and answers laid out in the poem mainly concern Norse cosmogony.
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+Much have I fared | much have I found,
+Much have I got of the gods:
+What shall live of mankind | when at last there comes
+The mighty winter to men?
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+In Hoddmimir’s wood | shall hide themselves
+Lif and Lifthrasir then;
+The morning dews | for meat shall they have,
+Such food shall men then find.
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Be not afraid! | Beneath the branches
+In gladness shall they go
+The children of men | within the meadow
+And men in woven byre
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The serpent-tree’s limbs | shall shelter them
+In the meadows vetch grow.
+Upon their heart | shall the runes be scribed,
+On drinking ….. will learn……..
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+Fathers in counsel with sons.
+Mothers……. | ……. their daughters…..
+……… will be washed ………..
This section derives from the personal account of botanist Samuel Langhorne’s 1879-80 expedition in the Lushai Hills in India with the intention of cataloguing the biodiversity and geology of the region. The remainder of the document is publicly available, and here only the relevant section has been cited.
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A most impressive thing has occurred over the last two days.
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With my guide, I set off early in the morning the day before yesterday, for we had calculated that, with the change in elevation, we were likely to be delayed along the road throughout the morning. And I had predicted rightly, for soon the road (at best of times a slew of mud and cart-ruts) had dwindled to a track, hung over with branches and vines so that as one walked they struck one about the ears. Back and forth it switched along the hillside, so that we had to walk ten times the distance for any forward travel, and though I count myself a fit man the upclimbing and the humidity had soon rendered me breathless.
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I barely even noticed when the track reached a saddle between two peaks, and we paused after the climb to drink. But in the moment that I had recovered my breath, a sun-ray pierced the upper layer of clouds and set the underlying fog to glowing, as though we would walk down into a sea whipped white by wind. But descend we did, all too soon - and though I had expected nothing more than an equal trudge downhill, stepping into the valley was as stepping into another world entirely.
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Oh, how gloriously diverse this vale! Any botanist would count themselves lucky but to see it one time. There were ferns the size of trees, and trees with trunks like spines and heads brushing the clouds, and bark so greatly ridged that I felt myself beetle-small beside them. And beetles there were too, in abundance - in gold and green and glimmering teal, weevils with long hooked snouts picking their paths carefully along ruffled leaf margins, and dragonflies the length of my arm. Under every fold of leaf, in every crevice, on every surface there was another flower, epiphyte, scurrier, all gem-bright and diamond-dusted with condensation! I quite forgot myself and all my thoughts to look at them. From tree to tree we walked, and at each one I would cry out “look, look! Do you see?”, for at each there seemed to be some novel fern or form that no eyes before had fallen upon. I am sure we made no time at all, for all these interruptions of mine, and yet all I could consider was to gaze upon them longer, until I understood the purposes of the Lord in his makings, for I could not imagine these anything less than his designs, made at the dawning of the world.
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Yet so enraptured was I by this profusion of life that I utterly forgot to collect some samples to send back to the museum!4 There is not time to return, as we already fall behind our estimated itinerary and intend to arrive in Serhmun in two days. And with no specimens - not even a single sketch - of course I can describe none of them for the scientific establishment.
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And yet, somehow, I do not find this missed opportunity as great a grief as it may have been. Once I would have feared what this great gap in knowledge would do to my career; even but two days ago I would have thought “Surely my failure to catalogue this environment, should it become known, would destroy all my credibility as a scientist.” Surely I would have worried that another would pass through and publish before me, and steal the credit that should rightly have been mine, and that I would spend years upon years in resentment and shame, all for a few missed samples. And then I would have argued with myself as to whether I even desired such recognition, for have I not myself complained that the museum is staffed with self-aggrandizing busybodies? Have I not discarded so many publications as puerile, fraudulent, untrustworthy? Ah, the sentiment I bear the establishment has certainly been turbulent, and yet I still long - or longed - for its admiration.
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But now I do not worry. Tonight it seems acceptable to bear whatever concern I have for my and science’s future within myself, and to leave the jungle and all its novel plants alone. Indeed I think that even if I had them before me now I would struggle to describe them. In that place it seemed as though understanding needed not be tempered by language; what was existed, without the need to be supported with context.
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I write this in the first village we have seen since that forest. It is small and the people here are primitive, but my guide nonetheless procured wine as dark as muscle and I drank thoroughly. I have eaten, and twilight falls, and for now these things suffice.
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+Addendum 6028-1: On 18/06/2018, Foundation Agent Yuan Bai was reported missing by her partner Foundation Agent Ren Ling during a routine investigation of a property in Khorgas, Xinjiang Province, China. A search of the area performed a day later did not find any trace of her or suggest any reason for her disappearance. However, 25 days later, Agent Yuan contacted the Foundation from Bole, Xinjiang Province, China, requesting retrieval. She declined to discuss the events of the period in person, but provided the Foundation with her body camera. A transcript of the footage from this camera, covering this time period, follows.
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Video Analysis: SCP-6028
+Date: 18/06/2018 to est. 13/07/2018
+Note: This transcript has been abridged, with extraneous speech and repetitive sections removed. A full transcript is available upon request.
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Day 01
+Agent Yuan switches on her body camera. She and Agent Ren are standing along the edge of a gravel road, with the vehicle parked beside her. Ahead, the road is gated to prevent vehicle entry.
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Agent Yuan: Huh, these fellows really are rural, aren’t they.
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Agent Ren nods, and both proceed along the road. The surrounding environment is semi-arid, dominated by dirt and grasses. However, as they continue walking, the ground begins to descend, and the vegetation changes to include some xerotolerant shrubs. As they walk, they carry on a conversation, presumably begun during transit, about the potential future influences of AI development on political thought.
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To the left of the road, a dirt path branches off. The agents stop at this point.
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Agent Yuan: Now, I suspect this just joins up on the other side of that curve. I’ll go down it a little ways - you want to dart around to make sure that it actually does connect?
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Agent Ren looks around, but apparently does not notice anything of concern.
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Agent Ren: Okay, I’ll check. If it’s not in 100 meters, I’m coming back.
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Agent Yuan: Sounds good.
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Agent Yuan proceeds down the dirt path and into the shrubs. The path does not reconnect with the road within 100 meters; however, Agent Yuan does not turn back, but rather continues to follow the path. The slope of the ground increases, and it is clear that the depression into which Agent Yuan is descending is large. Possibly due to the slope of the land, there appears to be greater availability of water here than near the road, as the vegetation grows more lush and herbs begin to fill the spaces between the shrubs.
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Agent Yuan’s radio crackles, and the voice of Agent Ren is heard.
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Agent Ren: Bai? Bai, it’s been an hour since you were supposed to come find me. If you don’t respond to this, I’m assuming you can’t and I’m calling you in as missing.
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Agent Yuan ignores the transmission, and her radio picks up no further signals. After approximately 2.5 hours of walking, the vegetation begins to include small trees and undergrowth indicative of an ecotone between shrubland and forest. She has not spoken since separating from Agent Ren.
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Over the next several hours, the environment grows more humid and more vegetated. Tree height and diversity increases, although the understory reaches a maximum coverage and then begins to decrease, likely due to limited light. Tree genera identifiable include Larix (larch), Pinus (pine), Cedrus (cedar), Cupressus (cypress), and Ficus (fig). The canopy height and composition at this point resembles that found in East Asian and Pacific temperate rainforests. The forest floor and understory is dominated by large ferns and grasses.
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When night falls, Agent Yuan halts in her travel and begins to construct a nest out of leaf litter and organic debris at the base of one of the conifers. She settles into it and appears to sleep.
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Agent Yuan rises slightly after dawn and continues along what appears to be her heading from the previous day. The trail she has been following peters out after approximately an hour of walking; however, the undergrowth is thin enough that it does not inhibit her movement.
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In the early afternoon, there is a flash of light from ground level to Agent Yuan’s left.
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Agent Yuan: Hello? Is someone there?
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She draws her sidearm and investigates the source of the light. It is revealed to have come from a cleft between the buttress roots of a large Ficus. Within this hollow has been deposited a loosely-woven undyed cloth, a rectangular frame of deer or elk antlers, and a shallow copper alloy bowl. Agent Yuan lifts and examines all the objects, but there is no indication of who placed them there nor their intended purpose.
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Agent Yuan appears to consider something for several minutes, then uses the antler frame and the cloth to construct a rough frame pack, into which she places the bowl. She rises and continues on her previous heading until nightfall, whereupon she makes a nest similar to that she created the previous night and sleeps within it.
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Agent Yuan spends approximately 4 hours retrieving, examining, and discarding Araucaria cones that have fallen to the forest floor. Initially, she examines each cone individually; however, after approximately 30 minutes, she adopts a technique involving gathering a large number of cones into a pile, after which she sits down and skims through the cones en masse. She eventually selects one cone on unidentifiable criteria, which she places into the pack.
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The forest floor community has shifted from being grass-dominated to being dominated by clubmosses and ferns. The understory comprises seed ferns and cycads in addition to small conifers and broadleaved shrubs. Based upon the relative position of the sun throughout the day, Agent Yuan has been travelling in an eastward direction. Her pace has slowed compared to the previous three days, and she spends most of her time examining various flora, organic debris, water bodies, and rock outcrops along her route.
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An epiphyte observed by Agent Yuan upon the bark of an unidentified tree. The broad leaves with pinnate venation indicate a taxonomic placement in the Dicotelydoneae. The purpose of the epidermal spines is unknown, as no herbivore presence has been observed so far in SCP-6028.
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The forest begins to open out into a wide valley, through which the canopy layer of the forest can be discerned. The silhouettes of the emergent trees indicate that the majority of them are in the Araucariaceae family, despite its members being largely restricted to the Southern Hemisphere.
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The terrain can now be seen more clearly and has a clear karst topology, with large calcareous outcrops and scowles scattered among the trees. Agent Yuan looks to her left, where a karst spring giving rise to a small stream can be seen.
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Agent Yuan: Well? Shall we?
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She begins to energetically follow the stream downhill.
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Agent Yuan briefly emerges from the canopy and observes an apparently dolomitic cliff face with the river she has been following running by its base. There are many caves and horizontal clefts pitting the rockface, two of which have small springs forming waterfalls within them. Agent Yuan descends to the riverbank and crosses. She navigates up the talus slope to the base of the cliff and begins to pick her way along it. The terrain is slippery, forcing her to slow her pace.
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Eventually, she manages to scramble up to a shallow ledge running horizontally along the cliff face. A large crack divides the ledge and cuts into the cliff; Agent Yuan examines the entrance, then enters it, finding a small cave with a pebbled floor. The cave contains evidence of previous habitation: there is a fire scar near the entrance and several finger flutings along the walls, as well as a small clay pot sitting near the fire scar.
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Agent Yuan removes from the clay pot a scroll, and unfurls it to reveal approximately a page of writing in the Old Novgorod dialect5 The substrate appears to be made from the bark of a young conifer, which has been peeled, smoothed, and flattened. The writing has been incised into it.
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The text of the manuscript reads as follows:
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Lord, guide my thoughts, for I fear for my children. That is what I continue to think of, today: that I have now been nine days in the wild, when I should by now have returned to them, to bake them bread and stew them meat, and comfort them in their distress.
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And they should have cause to be distressed. For the rumour of war has surely drawn closer still since I have become lost here among the trees. Not since the days of my grandmother has there been such mistrust between our princes. Not since the days of my grandmother have we all, slave to boyar, had such reason to expect a sudden call to lend arms, and a sudden rise in taxes such that our granaries will lie empty.
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And now that I think of her, I wonder if she felt the same. If her own children, my mother and uncles, were always in her thoughts, and her prayers filled with the desire not even that they should grow up strong but that they should grow up at all. Not that their lives should be upright and holy, but that they should have them at all.
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And even should our prince make peace, will it be a peace that I would recognize? How do I know that he shall not sell out our lands and forests to the Yem? How do I know we will not be made to pay their tribute, and they will not send their lords to cut our trees and buy our livestock, until we are in poverty?
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And yet, my children will not need me the less should these things happen. My grandmother did not need her family the less, as she told me. So should I find my way back to them, I cannot change the mind of the prince, but yet I can pray. I can spin them thread regardless of the shadow of war, and they will need to be clothed. I can tend the goats even though I be afeared, and they will need milk and meat.
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My grandmother showed me these things when my hands were small. Is this how she survived her youth? Surely it must have been.
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I hear you, lord, and your meaning. I keep going. Though home perhaps be strange, I keep seeking it.
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A bioluminescent organism observed by Agent Yuan among the leaf litter. Its taxonomic placement remains uncertain.
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Agent Yuan runs along the upper surface of a thick (~2 m diameter) branch. Her bare feet are visible at the bottom of the frame. The lateral surfaces of the branches are thickly colonized by ferns, mosses, fungal thalli, and leafy epiphytes. Although the camera is pointed downwards, the ground is concealed from view by a thick layer of mist occasionally broken by the crowns of canopy trees. She can be heard laughing.
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An organism observed by Agent Yuan upon the bark of a cypress tree. Its taxonomic placement remains uncertain.
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The terrain has become very waterlogged, necessitating a dramatic decrease in Agent Yuan’s rate of travel. She navigates between small “islands” consisting of proximal root masses and consolidated organic material or limestone outcrops. The understory vegetation appears limited to small bryophytes up to 20 cm in height. The canopy vegetation is a mixture of woody and scale trees with diameters estimated up to 15 m; occasionally, large achlorotic spire-shaped structures are also visible, although Agent Yuan never approaches close enough to one for further identification to be possible.
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On all previous days, Agent Yuan ceased travel slightly prior to local sunset (it is noted that the daylength in SCP-6028 has been slowly decreasing since Agent Yuan’s entry, with the time between successive sunsets currently approximately 21.5 hours). However, this time she continues through twilight and into full night.
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The video feed gradually brightens over a period of approximately 20 minutes. Agent Yuan kneels facing a body of water that extends to the horizon. The shore is sandy, and many dark, mushroom-like protrusions extend into the shallows. She holds the bowl obtained on Day 02 in both hands. It is partially filled with a dark, opaque liquid.
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Agent Yuan: We were resting as the night fell over us, curled up there in the crook of one of those great arms. [laughs] “We”, I say, when all along it was just myself, doubled. Myself and all the other parts, that I never thought of, that I still doubted and feared. My human self and animal self, separated out in my consciousness. But in that moment, the two turned each to the other, and I said - the foxfire was all kindling, down there in the mists and in clusters up the bark, and I said - “it looks like a city,” I said.
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And it was. It was suddenly streetlights, and tall towers, and people crawling around down through the crowded streets - and it remained the forest nonetheless, the towers shadowing them were sequoias, and they bought food from stalls that were clusters of sprouting mushrooms. The forest is the city, and the city is a forest.
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We never think of it like that, do we? It’s always “here is the wild, the natural, and here is the built”, never-the-two-shall-meet, and we forget that we are the creatures who build. It is as innate to us as flight to birds. Though we say our technologies will ruin us, and our societies will ruin us, they haven’t yet. Why should they? It is human nature, to want a world easier for our children. There is no line. Between the natural and the man-made there is no war. [laughs] There never was a war. It was always us, and it always will be us - each generation, ideally adapted to their parents’ world. We evolve only to evolve further.
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Agent Yuan: And so here I am. I’ve found an ocean, here where there cannot be an ocean. But I brought it with me, carried it in this bowl, in the atria of my heart, since that first droplet in the primordial sea. The endpoint of an unbroken chain of beings and mistakes and near-misses. The world almost ended before, in the Permian, in the Ordovician, but it wasn’t enough. [laughs] And I fear - what, some indescribable dependence on technology? As though my ancestors never depended on their hoes, nor the crinoids on the reef. As though time before the current is holy, and time proceeding from it debased.
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How arrogant, to draw the line there. How needless, to borrow shame simply for being as humans always have been.
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Agent Yuan: So I’ll go back, and - Jianyu and I have been thinking about children. I will bear them with the body I have only because of a single ancestor and a single virus, and they will grow up, and learn things I never dreamed of knowing, and I will be afraid. They will be heading into a future filled with new and strange technologies, unknowable to me - and their children, and their children - and I will fear that it is too indulgent, too unnatural. Just as my grandmother feared for me, and her grandmother for her, back and back and back. And what could be more natural than that?
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Agent Yuan lifts the bowl to her face and tilts it towards herself.
A bloom of SCP-6047 outside the perimeter of Zone-SCP-6047.
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Item #: SCP-6047
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6047 is contained within the limits of the property where it was initially discovered, Zone-SCP-6047. The property is surrounded by an 8-meter tall wall of modular concrete slabs, an experimental new method of rapidly containing similar anomalous entities. The wall is fitted with barbed wire and security camera systems. Any and all new plant growth outside the containment area suspected to originate from within the anomaly is to be sterilized through the application of boiling salt water and/or incineration. Use of defoliants is currently prohibited until further notice following Incident-6047-AO. The perimeter wall must be patrolled once daily with ground-penetrating radar to detect any root structures attempting to dig below the wall. These must be excavated and promptly severed or incinerated. Efforts are currently underway to deepen the wall foundations with additional concrete slabs in areas not blocked by city infrastructure, but - as it is currently unknown how deep SCP-6047 roots can burrow - site personnel should anticipate conducting GPR patrols for the foreseeable future. MTF-Theta-4 "Gardeners" was requested to assist in preventing the anomaly's spread, but as of now, they are spread too thin investigating multiple other anomalies. As such, a team of agents currently stationed at Zone-SCP-6047 was tasked with conducting sorties within the anomaly to better understand its nature.
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Description: SCP-6047 is an area of massively overgrown and abnormally large plant life currently infesting a 3-acre area of land in San Jose, Costa Rica. The most apparent anomalous trait of SCP-6047's plantlife is that it appears to be an amalgamation of various species, namely Bixa orellana, Trifolium repens, Mirabilis jalapa, and Rosa kordesii, with each species of flower originating from the same system of stems. The flowers have completely enveloped every vehicle, tree, and building within the perimeter of Zone-SCP-6047, creating a jungle environment with sufficient density to significantly lower visibility within the area. While these flowers exhibit no further anomalous properties on their own, they are potentially a form of sensory organ utilized by SCP-6047-1.
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SCP-6047-1 is a large humanoid entity - roughly 3 meters in height - comprised entirely of plant matter. The entity's body shape closely resembles that of a muscular human male with pale green skin and a 35cm wide Rosa kordesii bloom serving as its face. The entity possesses bulky arms and large hands ending in talons reminiscent of rose thorns, and its outer biceps and forearms are studded with rose thorns varying in size from 1-5cm. The entity's coloration transitions from pale green to a deep crimson around the upper back, biceps, forearms, and hands, as well as the lower legs - which are also studded with thorns. Upon close examination, faint grooves can be seen interlacing through SCP-6047-1's skin, indicating its body is comprised of intertwining vines molded into a humanoid shape. Tendrils of amalgamated SCP-6047 plants coil around SCP-6047-1's body, constantly moving and swaying as if probing the surrounding air. Notably, as of Incident-6047-AO, SCP-6047-1's skin was reportedly dotted with multiple small, wilted and brown patches around the midsection and upper torso. The entity appeared greatly discomforted by these wilted patches, constantly scratching them as if it were a form of skin condition.
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SCP-6047-1 possesses the ability to disassemble its body into its constituent vines before vanishing into the undergrowth of SCP-6047 and reassembling in a nearby location. It also appears to direct the growth of SCP-6047 vegetation, causing tendrils to attack or ensnare designated targets. SCP-6047-1, despite having no visible eyes, is apparently acutely aware of the positions of any living organism entering the area of SCP-6047. It is theorized the entity can sense when physical contact is made with any 6047 instances, and thus uses the plants as a form of touch-based sensory organ or alarm system.
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Discovery: SCP-6047 first emerged in the parking lot of an auto-repair shop in San Jose Costa Rica on 9/6/2022. The SCP-6047 vegetation's rapid spread across surrounding buildings and vehicles resulted in multiple car accidents and at least 3 fatalities. Pedestrians caught within the radius of the SCP-6047 expansion, particularly those within the auto-repair shop, were quickly ensnared in the overgrowth. It is currently unknown how many are still alive, but multiple emergency hotline calls have been logged from within the perimeter of Zone-SCP-6047. It is believed that 56 people are currently missing within the confines of SCP-6047.
During the construction of Zone-SCP-6047's modular wall complex, a "wave" of SCP-6047 approached several workers on the east side of the enclosure, where the walls had not been fully lowered into position. Agents armed with flamethrowers were able to reduce the rate of SCP-6047's spread, but the vegetation began attempting to flank the incendiary teams as if guided by a higher intelligence. As a countermeasure, five Agents equipped with CBRNA1 protective gear began dispensing "2,4-D" and "2,4,5-T" defoliants at the approaching overgrowth from handheld dispersal units. The SCP-6047 vegetation rapidly began wilting upon contact with the defoliants, far more quickly than expected.
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Immediately upon the defoliant's contact with SCP-6047, a loud roar emanated from deep within the anomalous brush 300m from the crew. Approximately 15 seconds later, a collection of 5-cm thick tendrils of unidentified species lashed out from the undergrowth and began coiling together into a large humanoid entity, later classified as SCP-6047-1. SCP-6047-1 rapidly approached the defoliant Agents, displaying inhuman agility and abnormal physical strength as it proceeded to destroy the Agents' dispersal units with unarmed strikes before they could open fire. Agents drew their sidearms but were quickly ensnared in new SCP-6047 tendrils, rendering them completely immobile. Incendiary teams attempted to offer assistance with suppressive flame dispersion, but SCP-6047-1 advanced through the flames and began lifting each incendiary Agent before throwing them at the construction crew and vehicles, causing multiple injuries and substantial equipment damage, but no fatalities.
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Once all engaged Foundation personnel were either immobilized, incapacitated, or taking cover, SCP-6047-1 lifted the defoliant Agents in a collection of tendrils before carrying them further into SCP-6047. Likely as a result of the anomalously strong grip of the SCP-6047 tendrils, each Agent's communications equipment was damaged severely and ceased contact with Site receivers. As SCP-6047-1 only reacted upon contact with the defoliant chemicals and seemed focused on the Agents dispersing said chemicals, the use of defoliants to halt the spread of SCP-6047 was suspended following this incident. Notably, SCP-6047-1, at the time of the incident, appeared significantly more wilted and unhealthy compared to footage captured two days later.
Addendum 6047-2, SCP-6047 Exploration Logs: 1-3
+Following Incident-6047-AO, a collection of on-site agents was assigned to conduct sorties within the bounds of SCP-6047 in an effort to locate SCP-6047-1 and the captured Agents. Team members were equipped with CBRNA protective gear, standard Foundation flamethrowers, multiple bodycams, and spare communications equipment, along with standard-issue machetes and assault weaponry. The following is a transcript of bodycam footage and audio recordings from Agent Yvelis Aguilar of the SCP-6047 Exploration Team:
Participating Agents:Alan Elkhart (Team Lead), Yvelis Aguilar (Second Lead), Alvarez Fuentes (Incendiary), Lyn Juno (Incendiary), Eloise Simon (Navigation - Simon had previously visited the auto-repair shop multiple times while off-duty, and thus her recollection of the local area's layout was deemed essential)
+Location: Zone-SCP-6047
+Date: 9/8/2022
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<Begin Log:>
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Muffled rustling noises.
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Aguilar: Alright, we are a-go.
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Juno: Good, I knew you'd eventually figure out how to work a radio!
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Aguilar: Hah, fuck off, Juno. Let's get moving.
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Scraping sounds are audible as modular wall section lowers into place behind team, effectively sealing them inside.
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Density of SCP-6047 plantlife is such that identifying surrounding structures is almost impossible barring close examination after multiple machete strikes. Vegetation in this area appears to rest atop ground rather than emerging from it. Vegetation reaches 2 meters in height in various areas, mostly around enveloped objects.
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Simon: Okay, I can vaguely make out where the street is. Greenery or not, it's kinda hard to hide a bunch of multi-story apartment buildings. From this point, I estimate we're a quarter-mile out.
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Elkhart: A quarter-mile of walking through fucking rose bushes. Thornless… rose bushes.
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Juno: Anyone wanna place bets on potential threats? I bet this thing's got weaponized thorns.
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Aguilar: Thorns, almost certainly, if these rose blooms are any indication. The mixed flowers sharing vines is definitely telling. If this thing is capable of "reshuffling" plant DNA, it might have access to a wide variety of plant-based attacks. Poisons, thorns, potentially even "explosive" seed pods.
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Juno: Whoa, when did you become such a nerd? You're not even in Theta-4.
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Aguilar: Dress for the job you want. I've read up on all the case files I had the clearance for, and I was originally a biology major. Plus I like gardening.
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Elkhart: You mentioned thorns, but I'm not seeing any.
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Simon: Maybe they're touch-sensitive traps? Like the uh… the hairs on a Venus Flytrap?
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Aguilar: The fact that we haven't set off anything yet indicates the vines themselves aren't the trigger, whatever the case. Keep an eye out for any new plant life that looks out of place - well, compared to the vines at least.
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Team begins traversing through dense SCP-6047 underbrush with their machetes with Simon and Elkhart in the lead. Progress is sluggish due to the density of vegetation and obscured obstructions littering the path ahead. After 20 minutes, the team has managed to traverse 30 meters.
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Fuentes: Uh, guys, is anyone else getting snagged?
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Elkhart: Snagged?
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Aguilar turns back to inspect Fuentes. The foliage around Fuentes has taken on a red hue around the stems. Upon closer examination, the stems have begun sprouting blood-red thorns resembling those of a common rose, and Fuentes's boots are ensnared by the thorns at various points.
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Aguilar attempts to kneel down and free Fuentes, but as her hands near the thorny vines, she notices the thorns are beginning to spread radially out from Fuentes's position, traveling down the lengths of every vine in contact with Fuentes's boots.
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Aguilar: What the… the thorns… they're spreading in reverse, from the flowers backward down the stems. That's not normal growth, they're definitely responding to something.
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Elkhart: Wait… hey, Fuentes, lift your left foot and show us the sole. Aguilar, don't let him fall over.
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Aguilar secures her grip on Fuentes's vest as he begins raising his left foot, revealing the crushed remains of an unknown red fruit. The fruit, despite being largely destroyed, is still connected to one of the SCP-6047 tendrils.
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Elkhart: Fuentes, take your machete and carefully scrape as much of that off your boot as you can.
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Fuentes begins using the tip of his machete to dislodge the crushed fruit from his boot, leaving only faint residue. In the process of removing the fruit, the connecting vine becomes severed. While the thorns do not appear to retract, new thorns stop being produced the instant the fruit is severed from the vine.
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Aguilar: Okay, we found our touch-based traps. Seems damaging the fruits sends a signal to all local vines to initiate a threat-response.
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Elkhart: Still seems weirdly sophisticated for a plant.
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Aguilar: The presence of SCP-6047-1 indicates there might be a greater intelligence involved here. We might've gotten lucky this trap was relatively tame.
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Elkhart: Alright, you heard the lady. Don't touch any plants aside from the flowering vines we've already seen. At least we know those aren't immediately dangerous.
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Aguilar assists Fuentes in lifting himself over the barrier of thorny vines. Team continues on for another 10 minutes largely unimpeded. Upon review of the footage, a large red flower can be seen within the passenger-side window of a crashed sedan nearby before disappearing from view.
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Aguilar's attention is suddenly drawn to a sound resembling faint whimpering approximately 10 meters ahead of her position.
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Aguilar: Hey, anyone hear that? I think we got survivors.
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Elkhart and Aguilar begin approaching the source of the noise. Within an overturned SUV embedded halfway in the window of a storefront, two figures can be distinguished. Upon closer examination, figures are an adult female and a child. Both occupants are pinned awkwardly to the interior roof of the vehicle, apparently ensnared by the vines while attempting to crawl from their seats. Occupants have sustained minor injuries, but are responsive and conscious.
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Aguilar kneels near the shattered passenger's side window and begins conversing with the woman in Spanish. After reassuring the vehicle's occupants, she begins using her machete to sever the vines surrounding the doors of the vehicle before pulling them open.
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Juno: Hey Aguilar, let me do it. I'm the smallest.
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Aguilar: I'll cover you.
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Aguilar takes Juno's flamethrower and backpack as Juno begins crawling into the totaled SUV to retrieve the survivors.
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Loud rustling suddenly erupts from the foliage in all directions, centering on the overturned SUV.
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Elkhart: Shit, everyone take positions around the SUV! Aguilar, drop the flamethrower. No time to put it on.
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Team forms a perimeter around the van and attempts to detect the source of the rustling. Juno is still inside the vehicle attempting to free the occupants from their seatbelts and ensnaring vines. Aguilar, having climbed up on top of the SUV, can clearly see a ring of intensely vibrating foliage encircling their position. Rustling gets louder and louder before abruptly stopping 60 seconds after initiation.
10 meters from the SUV, several thicker tendrils rise from the foliage and begin intertwining, forming a large humanoid shape. Once SCP-6047-1 completes its formation, it begins approaching the SUV at a casual pace. Simon, the closest to the entity, raises her firearm and holds out a hand in a "stop" gesture.
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Simon: YOU, STAY BACK OR I WILL FIRE!
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SCP-6047-1 appears to hesitate slightly, slowing its pace but not stopping its approach. Once SCP-6047-1 enters within 3 meters of Simon, it raises one hand up towards her. Multiple vines begin rising from the underbrush around Simon's position.
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Aguilar: Simon… don't… move…
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Suddenly an unidentified male runs out from an alleyway adjacent to the storefront the SUV is embedded in. The man rapidly traverses through the dense underbrush until he is within 3 meters of SCP-6047-1 before holding up a small cylindrical canister and spraying the entity with an unidentified chemical. Immediately SCP-6047-1 recoils as if in pain, staggering backward 2 meters. The area where the chemicals made contact with the entity already rapidly becomes significantly more wilted and brown. The surface of the entity's skin begins rippling as its limbs twitch and shudder. The man begins shouting in Spanish at the entity in a threatening tone, telling it to "go away" and "die already".
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Elkhart: Simon, grab him and BACK UP!
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A thundering roar fills the air as SCP-6047-1 rapidly advances towards the pair and rears up to strike. Simon steps before the man to shield him as SCP-6047-1's fist collides with her midsection, launching her and the man backward and through the broken window of the storefront.
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Fuentes: WHERE DID THAT IDIOT COME FROM!? FUCK!
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Fuentes begins firing upon the entity with his flamethrower as he backs up towards the storefront. SCP-6047-1's body becomes charred by the fire, but it does not seem to react. SCP-6047-1 reaches out its arm, which begins rapidly unwinding into various vines that lash out and coil around Fuentes and his flamethrower. Fuentes is unable to retreat or drop the weapon, and his finger is stuck on the trigger by the strong grip of the vines.
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As Elkhart attempts to advance and aid Fuentes, the vines begin pulling Fuentes's arms downwards, causing the stream of fire from his flamethrower to advance closer to his position. Soon Fuentes's arms are angled in such a way to where the flamethrower is aimed directly downwards, projecting its flames around his feet. While his CBRNA suit is designed to withstand intense heat, the prolonged exposure to the napalm begins melting the suit's outer lining.
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Fuentes: FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! LET… GO!
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Aguilar opens fire on the entity with her assault rifle. While multiple holes can be seen piercing through its flesh, it does not visibly react. Elkhart draws his machete and slices through the vines ensnaring Fuentes, causing him to fall backward. SCP-6047-1 roars again and coils its severed vines into a conical shape before extending a 3-meter-long blade resembling a leaf of a Yucca thompsoniana. It takes several swings at Elkhart with this blade, but he manages to deflect them with his machete.
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Juno finally manages to exit the overturned SUV with the mother and child, escorting them away from the conflict while Elkhart distracts the entity.
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SCP-6047-1's movement is significantly more jerky and erratic compared to its initial emergence, its smaller SCP-6047 tendrils lashing about wildly. The entity's strikes quickly increase in intensity with each deflection, until the sheer force of its impacts are enough to knock Elkhart's machete from his hand, causing him to stagger backward. Before Elkhart can regain his footing, SCP-6047-1 swings with its leaf blade and severs his right forearm completely. Elkhart immediately cries out in pain and falls to his knees as Aguilar moves to cover him.
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Aguilar: Control! Requesting medical EVAC, Elkhart is severely wounded! Unable to offer medical assistance at this time, too busy trying to keep this thing off our asses!
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Simon staggers out of the broken window of the storefront clutching her arm, which appears to be broken. The unidentified male is not present, presumably having been killed in the impact.
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By now, SCP-6047-1's movements have now become almost feral, the entity's body twitching and shuddering as it advances on the team, its bladed appendage beginning to shift back into a hand.
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Aguilar is forced to leap off the SUV as SCP-6047-1 slams its hands down on the vehicle where she previously stood, leaving a substantial dent in the frame. As she reorients herself, SCP-6047-1 can be seen slamming its fists onto the vehicle over and over again as it emits deep, rumbling vocalizations reminiscent of an agitated gorilla. Despite the volume of these vocalizations, it cannot be seen where they emanate from on its body. After 45 seconds of this, the entity's strikes slow, its body language indicating its agitation is gradually fading. By now the SUV is almost bent completely in half from the force of the entity's strikes.
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Aguilar: Hey… we don't want to hurt you. Please let us go.
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SCP-6047-1 appears to enter a relaxed state as it turns to face Aguilar. Notably, the brown wilted patches on its skin have disappeared completely, and the gunshot wounds and fire damage are also no longer present. The entity begins making a series of complex hand gestures at Aguilar for approximately 13 seconds before its body unwinds into vines and disappears into the underbrush.
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Elkhart, Simon, and Fuentes were given medical treatment for their injuries. The mother and child were questioned about their experiences within the anomaly before being administered amnestics and released. Apparently, they had subsisted primarily off of fruit for the duration of their captivity in the vines; the fruits always grew close enough for them to reach and would regenerate immediately after being picked, indicating the anomaly might have intended to feed them. The man that had attacked SCP-6047-1 was, per the woman's testimony, the owner of the storefront, but she could give no further details. The man was found deceased within the store, buried beneath a toppled shelf. The exact chemical within the canister the man used against SCP-6047-1 could not be identified, as its contents were empty upon discovery. Upon thorough analysis of the recording, Aguilar noted she recognized the hand gestures made by SCP-6047-1 as being a form of sign language, specifically CRSL.2 Aguilar, being a local with a deaf younger sister, knew the language intimately. A translation of SCP-6047-1's statements is as follows:
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"No fight. No fight. Bad water. Dark water."
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Following these developments, Agent Yvelis Aguilar was placed in charge of the second exploration team, with the new objective being to establish further communication with SCP-6047-1 and determine the nature of its predicament.
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Participating Agents:Yvelis Aguilar (Team Lead), Evan Carter (Second Lead), Ming Xialan (Incendiary), Lyn Juno (Incendiary), Eloise Simon (Navigation - Simon was deemed essential despite her broken arm)
+Location: Zone-SCP-6047
+Date: 9/11/2022
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Team enters SCP-6047 from previous entry point. Vegetation has almost completely regrown since Expedition 1, slowing progress significantly.
Simon: It's strange how quickly this plant life can regrow. Where's it getting its nutrients from?
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Juno: I think you're overestimating how much these anomalies play by the "rules". Hey Aguilar, you seriously planning on talking with the plant monster?
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Aguilar: That's the whole point of us being here, Juno, so yes. Also, I can't help feeling we're jumping the gun by calling it a monster.
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Juno: It fucking cut off Elkhart's arm, and it broke Simon's. I'll call it what I please.
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Juno: I… guess I'd be pretty pissed too if someone sprayed acid in my face. The thing seemed to go completely nuts the moment that stuff touched it.
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Aguilar: I think we should add "identify the chemical that's been enraging SCP-6047-1" to our list of objectives.
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After 30 minutes, team has managed to reach the overturned SUV, which is now completely overcome with vines.
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Aguilar: Alright, hold for a moment. I got a hunch…
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Aguilar enters the broken storefront alongside Simon while the others take defensive positions near the SUV. The interior of the store is ransacked, both from the previous attack and from apparent looting activity. Most of the shelves are bare and partially obscured by SCP-6047 vegetation.
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Aguilar and Simon make their way to the back of the store. The door to the manager's office is covered in vines bearing red fruits similar to the one that had ensnared Fuentes. Turning to her right, Aguilar instead uses her rifle to break the doorknob on the supply closet before pulling the door open.
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Aguilar: Mops, floor cleaner, bleach, Windex… wait a minute…
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On one of the top shelves of the closet is a silver spray canister with no discernable label. Canister appears reminiscent of a can of spray paint or some varieties of bug spray. Aguilar takes the can and slots it in a holster on Simon's vest.
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Simon: Wait, why are you giving it to me?
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Aguilar: So you can get the hell out of here before-
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Faint shouting outside can be heard, prompting Aguilar and Simon to immediately head back outside. On the opposite end of the street, Juno is struggling within a dense patch of SCP-6047 foliage. Even from a distance the crimson color of the extending thorns can be distinguished, slowly radiating out from her position.
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Aguilar: What happened to "stay put?"
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Juno: Fuckin hell, I swear I saw some kid run by with one of those silver spray cans. I thought you needed one.
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Aguilar: We did, we found one in the shop. This does indicate some people are still alive in here, though, and possibly using those spray cans to defend themselves. But, something… something's not adding up here. We gotta get to the source of this, stat.
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The next 10 minutes are spent freeing Juno from the thorny vines before the team sets off again, making their way further down the street. After another 15 minutes, the foliage begins to gradually shift from overgrown SCP-6047 vines to plantlife of varying species, nearly all of which appear to be native to Costa Rica.
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Aguilar: The plant life is growing more complex now. It's diverging in species.
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Juno: Any theories, miss botanist?
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Aguilar: Perhaps the fast-spreading vines are like an early growth stage, and once they take hold on an area, they serve as a foundation for other plants to grow? It still looks like they're all connected to the same vines, regardless of species.
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Simon: If the plants are gradually growing more complex as we go, that would suggest they're radiating out from a central point. We're definitely getting close.
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Carter: What should we do if we run into more people with spray cans?
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Aguilar: I think we have to leave them be. We don't have enough manpower for an extraction.
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Juno: Second that plan. No way we can evac them through this underbrush with how fast it regrows behind us. Speaking of, maybe we should turn back. Get a chemical analysis on that can-
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A loud roar up ahead causes the team to stop short. 30m ahead, movement can be faintly distinguished through the thick underbrush. The team goes silent as they start advancing slowly towards the source of the commotion.
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Carter: SHIT- FAN OUT, FAN OUT!
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A dark silhouette looms above as a heavily damaged pickup truck hurtles through the air towards the team. Everyone leaps for cover in random directions as the vehicle smashes through the thick vegetation and collides with the ground. The driver of the truck is still in the front seat, having been presumably killed on impact.
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Aguilar: Is everyone alright?
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Simon: Well, my arm can't get any more broken- AGUILAR BEHIND YOU!
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Aguilar quickly turns to see the fist of SCP-6047-1 bursting through the foliage, impacting her in the torso and sending her flying through the open doors of the pickup and out the other side. Her helmet is knocked loose from the impact, and it takes her several seconds to regain her footing.
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Carter: HEY UGLY, OVER HERE!
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Carter fires his assault rifle into the back of SCP-6047-1 to draw its attention away from Aguilar. The entity's body is covered in several brown, wilted patches and its movement is exceedingly erratic. As the team distracts SCP-6047-1, multiple individuals emerge from the overgrowth, running in random directions.
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SCP-6047-1 turns its attention away from the team as one of the fleeing townsfolk triggers a thorn trap, the thorns radiating outwards far faster than previously recorded, encompassing the team and the bystanders in under 10 seconds.
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Aguilar: Fucking hell… glad these suits actually work…
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As the bystanders attempt to traverse through the thorns of the overgrowth, SCP-6047-1 ceases its advance and holds out its hand. Multiple greenish bulbs form from the entity's hand, eventually taking on the forms of green apple-like fruits. SCP-6047-1 rears back in a pose resembling a baseball pitcher before lobbing the entire volley of fruits with considerable speed directly at the team and bystanders. One of the fruits hits Aguilar in the face before she can react. The fruits hit with enough force to shatter on impact, releasing milky white pulp that burns on contact, causing Aguilar to clutch her face.
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Aguilar: FFFAAAAAAAAGH, IT'S MANCHINEEL! SECURE YOUR HELMETS!
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As Aguilar struggles to clear her vision, SCP-6047-1 can be seen rapidly approaching the bystanders, who appear to be severely burned by the toxic fruits. Before the entity can close the distance, Xialan leaps up from the underbrush and aims her flamethrower directly at its flower-face, causing it to stagger backward. Xialan keeps her fire directed at SCP-6047-1 until she completely runs out of fuel, leaving the entity severely burned and charred. SCP-6047-1 stumbles for several seconds before its body begins unwinding into vines and disappears into the foliage.
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Trapped bystanders were evacuated via helicopter from within SCP-6047 and treated for severe burns and Manchineel poisoning. All individuals questioned testified they had used a "special spray" to fend off the anomalous plant life, but none were able to produce any samples of the chemical, as they had dropped their canisters in their attempts to flee. The canister Simon had was lost as she dove to avoid the falling pickup truck, and could not be located. Foundation medical personnel treated Aguilar's wounds on-site, which mostly consisted of various bruises and severe burns on the left side of her face. Despite vision in her left eye being heavily reduced due to the poison exposure, she vehemently insisted the team camp on-site overnight before trekking further into the anomaly the next morning. The team proceeded to set up their tents around the destroyed pickup truck before falling asleep. By the next morning, the tents were completely covered in SCP-6047 foliage, to the point where they had to be abandoned in the interest of time.
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Participating Agents:Yvelis Aguilar (Team Lead), Evan Carter (Second Lead), Ming Xialan (Incendiary), Lyn Juno (Incendiary), Eloise Simon (Navigation - Simon was deemed essential despite her broken arm)
+Location: Zone-SCP-6047
+Date: 9/12/2022
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Aguilar: Cams on, mics on, we are go. Let's move.
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Aguilar immediately sets off down the road, hacking through the dense vegetation.
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Xialan: Aguilar, what about your helmet? The CBRNA suits don't really work if you don't have them sealed.
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Aguilar: I lost it. I searched everywhere this morning, but the foliage is too dense. No worries, though, this might help me interact with it more peacefully. I have a plan.
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Xialan: and it involves the entity being able to see your pretty little face?
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Aguilar: Every time it gets near any of the townspeople, it goes berserk. We have to catch it while it's in its docile state in order for us to speak with it. I need to make sure it can fully see what I'm saying.
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Carter: Aiight, but how do we get its attention without pissing it off?
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Aguilar: We already have its attention. We always did. I think… I think it can feel through every single plant we touch. The SCP-6047, it's all linked together. That's how the thorn traps work. All this foliage… it's like neural fibers. We're walking in one big brain!
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Carter: That doesn't quite answer my question, though. How do we make it actually show itself?
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Aguilar: Simple, we ring the dinner-bell. Any of those red trap fruits you see, smash them. Use a big stick if you can find one. Hey, Simon, how close are we to the epicenter?
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Simon: Definitely within a few blocks. I'm seeing some heavy obstructions up ahead, though, so we might need to cut through a store.
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Xialan: Obstructions? The kind we can burn through?
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Simon: The kind that transports hundreds of gallons of gasoline. It's a fuel truck, and it's blocking the whole damn intersection. Look ahead, not at the sky.
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Xialan: I'm not looking at the sky, I'm looking at the people in the windows watching us.
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Aguilar: Keep moving, we need to put as much distance between them and us as possible. We don't want them getting in the way. Simon, lead on.
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Team makes steady progress towards the intersection, where a large fuel tanker and several cars have formed a massive pile-up. Team turns right and follows the next street, setting off multiple red thorn fruits with a crooked golf club Carter found.
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Approximately 60 seconds after the third fruit is triggered, the foliage around the team begins rustling on all sides. SCP-6047-1 manifests 10 meters left of the team and begins approaching at a casual pace. All damage sustained by Xialan's flamethrower the previous day seems to be completely repaired.
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Aguilar: Hold your fire everyone. Let me try talking first. Try to keep anyone from running up and spraying it.
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Aguilar stows her assault rifle and approaches the entity, holding up her hands in a show of surrender. Approximately 5 meters from Aguilar's position, SCP-6047-1 ceases its approach and focuses on her.
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[Note: Dialogue in {} was translated from Costa Rican Sign Language]
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Aguilar: {Hello, we mean you no harm.}
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SCP-6047-1 pauses for a moment before raising its hands and responding.
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SCP-6047-1: {Hello, we mean you no harm.}
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Aguilar: {Then why do you attack these people?}
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SCP-6047-1: {Do not want. No harm. Bad water burns. Come with me.}
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SCP-6047-1 turns and begins walking in the opposite direction of the team, heading towards an alleyway.
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Juno: Boss, what did it say?
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Aguilar: It doesn't want to harm anyone, the "bad water" hurts it. It wants us to follow.
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Juno: Three guesses what the "bad water" is. Alright, lead the way.
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Team begins following SCP-6047-1 down a series of winding alleyways. The further the team progresses, the denser and more diverse the surrounding vegetation becomes until at least 20 different species of tropical plants can be identified among the amalgamated vines. After 3 minutes the team emerges into a large clearing with a significantly lower density of SCP-6047 vegetation. The clearing is situated on a two-lane street, with tire marks on the road suggesting any vehicles abandoned within had been dragged away to free up the space. Vegetation within the clearing has reached a point of diversity and complexity to where fully-grown trees are dotting the perimeter of the clearing at random intervals. Directly across from the alleyway entrance appears to be a heavily dilapidated automotive repair shop almost completely covered in SCP-6047 vegetation.
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Aguilar: This place is… beautiful… did you make this?
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SCP-6047-1 briefly stops and turns to face Aguilar.
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SCP-6047-1: {She enjoys them.}
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SCP-6047-1 continues walking in the direction of the auto shop.
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Juno: Well, now we know it can hear, but if that's the case, why sign language?
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Xialan: I'm pretty sure it lacks a mouth. Its face is just a flower.
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Juno: Didn't we hear it roaring before?
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Within the auto shop, most of the equipment, parked vehicles, tool racks, and other paraphernalia are heavily obscured by SCP-6047 foliage. While most of the plants can be identified as various tropical species, periodically there are patches of denser growth sprouting multiple large leaves, up to one meter in width. Small bioluminescent fruits emitting yellow light are hanging from the ceiling, providing moderate illumination. A 5-meter-wide hole is visible in the ceiling, forming a sort of crude skylight. Gouge marks around the edges of the hole suggest it was created by SCP-6047-1's claws.
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SCP-6047-1 turns to face team again.
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SCP-6047-1: {Need help. Must help. Must protect.}
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Aguilar: {Protect what? From who?}
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A metallic scraping sound can be heard from above. Before the team can react, a large silver barrel falls through the hole and lands directly on SCP-6047-1, its metal surface rupturing on impact and dousing the entity in an unidentified colorless chemical. Faint shouting and cheering can be heard from above, presumably by the culprits.
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Aguilar: Hijo de puta, a fucking ambush. RUN!
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SCP-6047-1 roars loud enough to shake the ground as its body becomes heavily wilted and scarred, its skin starting to ripple before tendrils burst out in all directions. The tendrils strike with sufficient force to completely bisect wooden shelves and damage the metal supports of the car lifts. Aguilar ducks under a lashing vine before turning around and rapidly advancing towards the entrance.
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Carter, Xialan, Simon, and Juno exit through the shop's open garage and begin traversing across the clearing. Faint screams can be heard behind Aguilar as SCP-6047-1 engages its attackers. A headless body of a man impacts a pillar on Aguilar's left, followed by a head smashing into the wall towards her right. Aguilar finally exits the garage as the roaring of the entity grows louder. Aguilar makes it about 10 meters before her movement abruptly ceases as she turns to see a vine coiling around her right leg. Two seconds later the vine goes taut, yanking her onto her back before rapidly pulling her back towards the auto shop.
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Aguilar: Agh! Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck!
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After about 9 seconds Aguilar manages to un-latch her machete from its sheath before leaning down and slicing through the vine around her leg. SCP-6047-1 roars again as it slowly stalks forwards, its hands now stained with blood. A few of the surviving assailants are slowly backing away, clutching smaller spray cans in the hopes of deterring the entity.
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Juno: Boss!
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Aguilar: Don't come in! Get these people out of here, let me deal with the entity.
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Juno: The fuck- what are you gonna do?!
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Aguilar: Something incredibly stupid. I'm gonna tire it out.
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Juno: YOU'RE GONNA WHA-
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Aguilar runs directly at SCP-6047-1 in an effort to draw its attention, sliding between its legs as it attempts to swipe at her before running behind a pillar to avoid another strike. SCP-6047-1 slams its fist directly through the pillar just above Aguilar's head, prompting her to dive and roll. Aguilar sidesteps two more striking vines before leaping over a shelf. SCP-6047-1 smashes directly through the shelf with a shoulder bash, nearly knocking Aguilar off-balance. Vines lash out in all directions, forcing Aguilar to deflect multiple blows with her machete before she turns to run again. One lashing vine strikes Aguilar in her shoulder, managing to cut through multiple layers of her CBRNA suit but not causing significant injury. For the next two minutes Aguilar maneuvers about the auto shop, barely evading SCP-6047-1's strikes but steadily slowing down due to the exertion of her efforts. In an attempt to back away from the entity, Aguilar slips on a discarded soda can, causing her to stumble just long enough for it to slam its fist into her midsection.
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Aguilar: AUGH!
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Aguilar is sent flying backward before impacting the far wall at the rear of the building, landing in a pile of large leaves. By the time she manages to rise to her feet again, SCP-6047-1 is standing directly over her, its fist raised and prepared to strike down.
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Aguilar takes a wide stance and holds up her machete in a blocking position as SCP-6047-1 brings its fist down. Just before it impacts, the entity ceases all movement, its stance abruptly relaxing. Over the course of the encounter SCP-6047-1's body had regained its healthy green hue, and its aggressive vocalizations have now ceased. Slowly the entity lowers its fist and takes several steps back before falling to one knee, staring up at Aguilar. Aguilar finally rises fully to her feet and sheathes her machete before looking down at the mass between her and SCP-6047-1.
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Aguilar: Is this… the one you're protecting?
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Laying in a nest of large SCP-6047 leaves is a small humanoid entity that appears to be comprised entirely of plant matter, similar to SCP-6047-1. This entity (henceforth designated SCP-6047-2) has the general appearance of an adolescent humanoid female with pale skin that transitions into a mix of indigo and navy blue around the forearms, lower legs, and upper back. SCP-6047-2, unlike 6047-1, has a vaguely humanoid face, with two large yellow eyes, slit nostrils, and a mouth filled with teeth resembling rose thorns. Atop the entity's head is a "hat-like" upturned flower, its elongated navy-blue pedals drooping down in a manner similar to hair. SCP-6047-2 is curled up in a mostly fetal position and appears to be unconscious, and various large patches of its skin are wilted to the point of turning completely black. Aguilar lowers herself to one knee before SCP-6047-2 and looks back up at SCP-6047-1.
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Aguilar: {Who… is she? Is she the one you're trying to keep safe?}
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SCP-6047-1: {She is friend. Sick. Bad water. Too much.}
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Aguilar: {What is the bad water?}
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SCP-6047-1 unwinds its right arm and stretches out its vines, coiling them around a discarded silver canister before pulling it close and handing it to Aguilar.
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SCP-6047-1: {Bad water.}
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Aguilar: {Why are the people attacking you with this? What are you? How did all this happen?}
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SCP-6047-1: {We protect big garden. Garden city. Gardeners take care of garden. We watch unseen. We keep gardeners safe.}
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Aguilar: {You've been watching over these people… for how long?}
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SCP-6047-1: {Long time. Long time.}
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Aguilar: {Do the people know about you? Or did they?}
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SCP-6047-1: {Gardeners never know. Until gardeners saw. Gardeners afraid. Gardeners panic.}
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Aguilar: {What did they do when they panicked?}
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SCP-6047-1: {Gardeners buy weapons and chase us. Weapons not work. Weapons not hurt. Gardeners more scared. Gardeners discover bad water. Bad water burns.}
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Aguilar: {Is that what's wrong with her?}
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SCP-6047-1: {Bad water makes her sick. Must protect her. Must keep bad water away. Gardeners afraid. Gardeners keep using bad water. Bad water makes us hurt them. Don't want to hurt them. Don't want. Don't want.}
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Aguilar: {Hey, hey, calm down. It's okay now, I promise. I promise you I will do whatever I can to help her, okay? Please let me talk to my team.}
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SCP-6047-1: {Okay. Okay. Talk with team.}
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Aguilar: Hello, I'm back. I told them everything you told me. We wish to help you, okay?
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SCP-6047-1: {Yes. Help. Please. Protect her.}
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Juno: You weren't kidding… she- it looks… almost human… kinda.
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Carter: Plant or not, that one looks sick even from here.
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Aguilar kneels down and slowly places a hand on the forehead of SCP-6047-2, causing the entity to whimper slightly and shift its position, but not wake up.
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Aguilar: Damn… she's burning up. Feels just like a fever. Hey, how can we cure her?
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SCP-6047-1: {Don't know. Tried. Food not work. Air not work. Water not work. Nothing work. Must protect her.}
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Aguilar: These black patches… they're all trailing out from a central point in the abdominal region. Massive black spot here. SCP-6047-1 has been able to purge the toxins from its system extremely fast, even if they do cause it to go berserk. There's gotta be a reason why SCP-6047-2 can't flush its system.
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Juno: Fuck, maybe she ate a whole can?
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Aguilar: That… could be it!
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Aguilar: {To remove the can, we may have to cut her open. Do we have your permission to try?}
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SCP-6047-1: {Do it. Help her. Will hold her.}
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SCP-6047-1 uses its vines to readjust SCP-6047-2's position, resting the entity on its back before restraining its limbs. SCP-6047-2 shifts slightly, but still does not regain consciousness. Aguilar gets in position and orients her machete upside down, lining the edge with SCP-6047-2's abdomen.
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Aguilar: Well… here goes nothing…
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Aguilar presses more firmly on the blade until it begins piercing into SCP-6047-2's flesh. SCP-6047-2 struggles slightly and makes a whimpering noise, but does not offer significant resistance. Slowly Aguilar begins cutting upwards, pressing the blade further into SCP-6047-2's abdomen, creating a large gash similar to those made during autopsies. After 65 seconds Aguilar's blade makes contact with a metallic object, prompting her to stop. Xialan widens both halves with her fingers so Aguilar can reach inside. After several seconds Aguilar slowly pulls her hand free, clutching a partially crushed unmarked canister and a partially decayed human finger.
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Juno: What the fuck-
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Carter: Cool it, Juno, you've seen worse.
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Aguilar carefully sets both items aside as the gash in SCP-6047-2's abdomen begins gradually closing, soon healing completely and leaving no visible traces.
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Aguilar: Okay, give her some water. That should kickstart her system.
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SCP-6047-1 stares at Aguilar, its lack of facial features making its demeanor unclear.
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Aguilar: So, I'm guessing that canister got stuck in her vines while her body was in the process of reforming itself, and because the can got partially crushed, it was gradually leaking poison into her body. Must've made her too weak to unweave herself again, poor thing. It definitely seems like she's going to recover now, though.
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SCP-6047-1: {… Thank you. Thank you. Good gardener. Good help. Saved her.}
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Aguilar: {Hey… why are you able to speak sign language?}
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SCP-6047-1: {… She cannot hear. I cannot speak. She taught me.}
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Aguilar: {She's… deaf? My sister is deaf. What is this one to you?}
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SCP-6047-1: {She is… friend. Good gardener. Loves flowers. Loves Rosa kordesii.}
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Aguilar: {Does she have a name? Do you?}
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SCP-6047-1: {Cannot… sign names. Not right words. Cannot speak. We protect gardeners. We keep gardeners safe. Make garden bloom.}
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Approximately 30 minutes later, SCP-6047-2 begins to regain consciousness, sitting up within the nest of leaves and examining the team with apparent curiosity. SCP-6047-2 and SCP-6047-1 converse in CRSL for several minutes before SCP-6047-2 raises itself into a kneeling position facing Aguilar. SCP-6047-2 holds out its arms wide for a few seconds, and when Aguilar does not move, the entity lunges forward and wraps its arms around her, trapping her in a tight hug. Aguilar remains still for several seconds before cautiously reciprocating the gesture.
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Aguilar: I know you can't hear me, but i-it's okay… you're… you're safe now…
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Juno: Heh, once they go green they can never go… fuck… I'll think of a better joke.
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Juno: I really fucking hope that's not more people with torches and pitchforks, we literally just resolved this shit peacefully for once.
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Aguilar: Carter, Xialan, behind me. Juno, Simon, keep an eye on our new "friends". If it's armed bystanders, use your mace. They're not hostile, they're just scared.
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Aguilar slowly advances down the heavily overgrown hallway with her machete and mace in hand. To her left is a single door that has been completely overgrown with vegetation to the point of being sealed shut, with multiple red fruits spanning its surface. Aguilar carefully uses her machete to sever the fruits from the vines without damaging them before setting them in a corner.
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Aguilar: Damn, the hinges are clogged with vegetation, and the knob's gone. Carter, Xialan, burn it open. Use short bursts, we don't wanna burn the whole building down.
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Aguilar steps back as Carter and Xialan get into position, aiming their flamethrowers at the doorframe. Carter and Xialan fire short bursts of flame at the vegetation, causing it to burn rapidly until it's completely incinerated. Once the door has sufficiently cooled, Aguilar bashes the door open with her shoulder.
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Within the rear supply room, the five missing agents are sitting in the far corner, partially covered in vegetation but appearing otherwise alive and conscious.
Grayson: Hoooooly fuck am I glad to see you, Yve- oh fuck, what happened to your face?
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Aguilar: Oh, only the most poisonous fruit in the natural world. Does it look bad?
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Fawkes: No worse than usual! Maybe we should start calling you Two-Face!
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Carter: Glad to see you idiots are still okay enough to talk shit. What have you guys been eating?
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Luz: Nothing but fruit. It grows back almost as soon as you pick it but… so… much… fruit. I think I've developed anti-scurvy.
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Grayson: That thing seemed pretty hostile at first, but at some point, it just calmed down and started carrying us around. Dragged us here and threw us in this back room. It seemed reeeeally insistent on taking our dispersal units, though.
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Aguilar: Yeah, we had a talk about that. Apparently, those chemical sprays make it go berserk.
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Fawkes: Wait, you had a talk with it? It ain't got no mouth.
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Aguilar: What can I say, I'm a people-person. Come on, I'll introduce you.
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After the events of SCP-6047 Exploration Log: 3, the overgrown vegetation of SCP-6047 was quickly removed from San Jose with the aid of SCP-6047-1 and SCP-6047-2. Through the use of industrial-sized motorized mulchers and woodchippers, the amalgamated SCP-6047 vegetation was gradually converted into compost and mulch before being reintroduced into the local jungle.
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As a result of the expeditions, agents Yvelis Aguilar, Evan Carter, Ming Xialan, and Lyn Juno were recommended for entry into MTF Theta-4 "Gardeners". Most of the poison damage to Aguilar's face healed within weeks of the incident, but eyesight in her left eye is still partially reduced and her skin is lightly scarred. Aguilar reportedly feels no resentment over the injury.
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After the successful retrieval of multiple canisters used by the people of San Jose, chemical analysis revealed their contents to be composed of "2,4-D,""2,4,5-T," and TCDD, a mixture almost chemically identical to Agent Orange. Faint traces of an additional anomalous substance were also detected, an unknown chemical that creates a caustic chemical reaction whenever exposed to the cell walls of organic plant life. It is theorized this anomalous chemical is what gave the "Bad Water" its unusually fast-acting properties. Henceforth, this chemical composition will be referred to as HMC3-245 "Agent Silver". Testimonies from individuals in possession of HMC-245 claim they all bought the chemical from an as-yet unidentified street vendor after first encountering SCP-6047-1. The vendor reportedly claimed HMC-245 could protect them from "attacks" by SCP-6047-1, but evidence from Agent Aguilar's recordings indicates the chemical almost invariably instigates an aggressive reaction in the entity, suggesting this may have been a deliberate ploy by the vendor. An investigation into the identity of the street vendor (henceforth referred to as POI-6047) and the circumstances of the initial encounter with SCP-6047-1 is still underway.
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Addendum 6047-3, Revised SCP-6047 Containment Procedures
+Following the events of SCP-6047 Exploration Log: 3 and the dismantling of Zone-SCP-6047, the following revisions to SCP-6047's containment procedures have been made:
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6047-1 and SCP-6047-2 are kept within a 4-square-acre climate-controlled enclosure within Botanical Containment Site-317 in the Costa Rican jungle. Entrances into the enclosure are sealed with reinforced steel vault doors. The upper half of the enclosure consists of a massive dome of multi-layer ballistics glass lined with over 60 security cameras and backup lighting equipment. The outer shutters of the enclosure can close to block out all light in the event of a containment breach or air traffic over the facility. No pesticides, herbicides, or defoliants of any variety may be introduced into the SCP-6047 enclosure without explicit approval of Site Supervisors. Enclosure irrigation systems must be checked bi-monthly to ensure proper hydration of occupants and vegetation. Seedlings of native Costa Rican vegetation were introduced into the enclosure during its construction, and due to the anomalous properties of the SCP-6047 entities, these plants have rapidly grown to maturity, creating a dense jungle-like environment. SCP-6047-1 and SCP-6047-2 have each been implanted with 12 GPS tracking chips in various regions of their bodies to record their positions even when their bodies have disassembled. Both entities are to undergo monthly medical checkups with Foundation botanists to test for any lingering effects of HMC-245 "Agent Silver" exposure. At least one Foundation personnel proficient in Costa Rican Sign Language must be present during medical examinations and during their enclosure's opening hours.
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Due to the even temperament of SCP-6047-1 and SCP-6047-2 and the "beautiful" conditions of their enclosure, Site-317 Supervisors have authorized the enclosure's usage as a recreational area for Site personnel. Personnel may eat their lunches within the enclosure, provided they clean up all trash and debris prior to their exit. A petition to host meditation classes and other activities within the SCP-6047 enclosure is currently under review. Efforts are currently underway to teach SCP-6047-1 and SCP-6047-2 ASL4 so they can better communicate with site personnel. They have also been provided waterproof tablets with text-to-speech programs to streamline the process further.
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Since being brought into containment, SCP-6047-2 has made the following requests:
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To be referred to as "Myrabis" in conversation [Accepted]
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For SCP-6047-1 to be referred to as "Kordess" in conversation [Accepted]
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A laptop computer with "the internets Yvelis talked about" [Denied]
Sacrae Causā Prōcēdendae: Holy Site-6248 has been established about SCP-6248. All Xerophyllan pilgrims to this site are to be welcomed and bade to consume SCP-6248-α.
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Those who endure the consumption of SCP-6248-α shall be taught to follow pilgrimage once every moon and to pass this tradition unto their children. Those who suffer adverse symptoms from the consumption of SCP-6248-α are to be put to the sword to contain the spread of contagion.
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By orders from the highest echelons of the Fundamentum, study of the composition of SCP-6248-α is barred.
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Description: SCP-6248 is a cursed spring upon Glastonbury Tor. The mouth of the spring holds the form of two straight crevasses upon the earth which intersect at a right angle. The longitudinal crevasse runs from north to south for six meters. The latitudinal crevasse runs from east to west for four meters. The latitudinal crevasse intersects the longitudinal crevasse two meters from the northernmost point.
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SCP-6248-α is the White Phlegm of Yvith, which gushes from SCP-6248. Its material composition is unknown. It is a liquid, thicker than water yet thinner than oil, colored white and sweet upon the tongue. Should it be transported away from SCP-6248, it shall turn putrid and sour in the time of three days. It shall no longer be safe for any to consume.
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Upon consumption of the White Phlegm of Yvith, two of every three people notice no immediate effect. The remaining one becomes afflicted by an illness of the stomach. They report, variously, pain within the abdomen, a churning of the bile, a swelling of stomach, the expulsion of air from the behind, and, in extreme cases, the expulsion of liquified fecal matter. It is believed that this is a curse laid by Yvith to prevent the consumption of her White Phlegm and spread contagion throughout Xerophylla.
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Those that survive the White Phlegm of Yvith without being put to the sword oft return to drink from SCP-6248 repeatedly. It has been noted that those who return to SCP-6248 are of greater strength and stature and have better teeth than the general population.
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Those that survive the White Phlegm of Yvith are to be kept under watch, so they and their bloodlines might be recruited into the Phlegm Troopers of the Fundamentum so as to fight the endless Darkness of Evropa.
Special Containment Procedures:By command of the Overseer Council. Physical contact outside the prevention of an End of World Scenario is strictly forbidden on all accounts. Usage of SCP-6286 will be prohibited unless circumstances are such that complete eradication of human life is guaranteed without intervention. SCP-6286 will remain at the Three Shepherds Church indefinitely. Only qualified Foundation staff who are sufficiently adherent to any Abrahamic faith will be allowed any form of interaction with the anomaly. SCP-6286 is stored in a hermetically sealed level 6 containment locker. The code needed for opening the locker will be provided before an End of World event occurs. This will be acknowledged upon instruction from the O5-Council within 24 hours of the 99942 Apophis asteroid impacting the Earth.
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SCP-6286 (Jegudiel) housed within the Three Shepherds Church.
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Description:SCP-6286 is an Arohan1 class Weapon of Mass Salvation. SCP-6286 is a white feather. DNA analysis on loose barbs indicates that SCP-6286 does not belong to any avian genus on Earth. Due to the frailty of SCP-6286, it is being encased within its discovery site to prevent any potential damage.
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The Foundation sent Agent Naia Arroyo to investigate SCP-6286 as a precautionary measure. While investigating, Agent Arroyo underwent a possession event where she became host to an Abrahamic entity. Agents Hawthorne and Ose were sent to St Peter's Kirk to follow up with Agent Arroyo.
SCP-6286 was discovered in 1994 by Reverend Benjamin Inglis at St Peter's Kirk, Orkney, Scotland. While walking around the building's exterior, SCP-6286 reportedly "floated down from a clear blue sky."
Foreword: Subject was interviewed inside Three Shepherds Church shortly after the agents arrived.
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Start Time: 13:27
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Rev. Inglis: "I showed her too, you know, um, I showed her to the feather. I placed it on a table and then closed the windows so it wouldn't blow away. I left to speak to one of my parishioners, and when I came back, the young lady was floating, you see, maybe, oh I don't know… one foot from the floor, and uh… her voice, it sounded peculiar as if two people were talking an-"
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Agent Hawthorne: "… And that's when you fainted?"
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Rev. Inglis: "Yes, that's correct, but if you had seen such a thing in my position, it would have given you an awful scare."
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Agent Hawthorne: "I'm sure it would have, anyway, Mr Inglis. How long have you been a member of the cloth?"
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Rev. Inglis: "Well, as it stands, I have, um, I would say, I think, give or take forty years. Do you need exacts?"
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Agent Hawthorne: "No, that will do, thank you. Would you say that your faith up to this point has been steadfast? Have you ever been in doubt?"
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Rev. Inglis: "Well… yes, but haven't we all? I'm sure you have doubts about what you do, Mr Hawthorne. Is this not the case?"
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Agent Hawthorne: "In a sense, yes, but what I do and what you do are not exactly fair comparisons, are they."
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Rev. Inglis: "Oh, come now, you would be surprised to know that many similarities can be found in even the most different circumstances."
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Agent Hawthorne: "You sound like a wise person from a film. Do you often speak like this?"
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Rev. Inglis: "I understand what you mean, Hawthorne. I am quite the parody, and you are not the first person to tell me this ever."
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Agent Hawthorne: "If we can just divert a little, what do you think happened with the woman in the other room, the one with the ey-"
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Rev. Inglis: "The eyes? Well, is there anything I can say? A demon has taken residence in this house of God, a monster. Mr Hawthorne, what would you do if someone covered in eyes entered your home?"
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Agent Hawthorne: "If it were me, I would probably attack them."
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Rev. Inglis: "Attack? My dear boy, no, we do not attack. We save. If a denizen from below has captured your friend, then we must save her, no?"
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Agent Hawthorne: "We plan to leave with Miss Arroyo in one piece. While your help would undoubtedly be invaluable, Reverend, we have our means of sorting this situation."
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Rev. Inglis: "If you wish, I will not interfere. I trust you and the other young lady know what you are doing?"
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Agent Hawthorne: "We do indeed, well, Mr Inglis, that concludes this interview. Thank you for your time, and I will be in touch if we need to speak with you again."
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Rev. Inglis: "That is quite all right. I will not be going anywhere soon, Mr Hawthorne."
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Agent Hawthorne: "I suggest having a rest. Goodbye for now."
Agent Naia Arroyo had adopted the 'Archangel Jegudiel' identity during this exchange.
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Start Time: 14:07
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Agent Ose: "So, who am I speaking to? It's not Naia. Do you mind telling me who you are?"
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Agent Arroyo: "I am Jegudiel, Archangel upon high and bearer of God's love. Now, may I know who you are?"
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Agent Ose: "My name is Sanne Ose, and I am an agent for a threat deterrent organisation."
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Agent Arroyo: "Oh? Threat deterrent? I must say, the Foundation has gone downhill, hasn't it?"
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Agent Ose: "So you knew? Why bother asking me then?"
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Agent Arroyo: "Of course, I knew. How could I not? The Foundation is well-known for its particular ways of dealing with those you call D-Class. Oh yes, we see many crossing our threshold… too many, and I wanted to see if you would lie to me."
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Agent Ose: "That's not all of us. We don't all hurt people, but we have to do the things we do. We d-"
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Agent Arroyo: "We die in the dark so you can live in the light. Yes, yes. I've heard all this before, countless times. The Foundation fails to realise that you are not God, and regardless of what your O5 Council wishes to think, this will never be the case."
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Agent Ose: "Okay, what do you want to hear? I'm sorry?"
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Agent Arroyo: "Oh, how wonderful, you're sorry, that's just marvellous, right? So many people have died horrific and tragic deaths, and you are sorry. You, Sanne Ose, have completely redeemed the entire Foundation. Good on you. Would you like a medal?"
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Agent Ose: "Anyway… The feather, do you know anything about it?"
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Agent Arroyo: "I do. That feather is one of mine, and as much displeasure it brings me, a gift for you to use, and I don't mind if you call it an SCP. I am beyond the contentions of your act of labelling."
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Agent Ose: "A gift? And why should we accept? Any good reason?"
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Agent Arroyo: "I see my mistake. I should not have called it a gift. No, I should have called it a lifeline. Hmm, yes, that is a much better way of putting it."
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Agent Ose: "So this feather is supposed to be a lifeline for what exactly? Is this supposed to be a threat?"
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Agent Arroyo: "I am the vessel of divine love. I do not make threats. This is a warning that the human race will experience something catastrophic. When this event happens, you will have but one recourse."
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Agent Ose: "So this little feather is supposed to save us all from certain death?"
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Agent Arroyo: "To be blunt about it, yes it is, and yes it will, as this feather was a part of me, so is it I, the love of God is in this feather, and God's love will protect you all. If I had my way, I would see the Foundation wiped off the face of the Earth. Fortunately, we are forbidden from doing such things. Take it."
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Agent Ose: "Giving us a means of protecting ourselves is all good, but it's pretty useless without knowledge on how to use it. How would you suppose we use a feather to save humanity."
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Agent Arroyo: "Thank you. I was getting to that. When the time comes for you to save your kind, all you need to do is release my feather into the air, and the winds will bring it back to me, and when I have it, I will assure your survival."
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Agent Ose: "I see one tiny flaw with your instruction. What if you don't get your feather in time? Will we perish?"
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Agent Arroyo: "I shouldn't worry about that. Being of a divine nature allows us many advantages. You will all be fine if you follow what I said."
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Agent Ose: "Okay, wait, hang on, if you can do all this, why not just stop it yourself?"
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Agent Arroyo: "Let me put it this way: I might be the bearer of God's love, but I do not have any love for you, and since the Foundation loves so much to pretend it, God, consider this your one true chance to play the part."
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End Time: 14:44
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End Log
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+Addendum: Agent Naia Arroyo made a full physical recovery after undergoing possession but does not seem to remember the St Peter's Kirk incident in any capacity. Further signs of lingering effects are present but do not seem harmful. Occasionally, from 5-30, multiple eyes will manifest unsystematically on Naia's body. They will observe their surroundings, demonstrating full autonomy. It is not yet known if Agent Arroyo is still harbouring Jegudiel. Agent Arroyo has otherwise been confirmed to be able to work. Still, due to the anomalous effects, she will be temporarily re-allocated to a new job role until the eyes cease manifestation.
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Instruction of Use: Following O5 notification and sending the locker code, Containment Lead Alice Van Roy will proceed outside with SCP-6286 and let the winds carry SCP-6286, to which it will travel skywards. After this, the Three Shepherds Church will cease all Foundation level functionality.
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The information in this document is for clearance level 6 staff, or O5 selected individuals only. Failure to comply will result in immediate disciplinary action.
"This is Senior Field Agent Yasmin Dada reporting for my holiday, I guess, and I thought I would be worked down to my bare bones here. I guess I will keep tabs on my break for posteriority's sake. So first on my itinerary are a guided tour, a dolphin-watching cruise, and a look around a museum. Well, I guess that's it for now, but I'll keep you posted. Who am I kidding? No one else is going to listen to this. Oh well, laters!"
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Date and Time: 07/06/2022 - 8:59
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"Ugh…It is literally, like…" Turns to look at the clock. "It is nine in the morning, and I swear it's five hundred degrees outside…" Checks her Phone. "Well, twenty-two, but who's counting, not me, that's for damn sure… god, um, okay, so I'm going to make myself presentable, I guess, I dunno, be back in thirty minutes or something…"
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"So, apparently, the showers, boiling or freezing cold, that's your two options; fantastic, well that is already one thing I miss about Site-70; at least we have working showers." Silence for ten minutes. "Just meeting up with a walking tour now, where- is that a monkey? … anyway, since Gibraltar is so small, we can cover most of the peninsula before the end of the da… I thought it was! … sorry, what's it doing in the middle of the city? This might be the tour, I think?"
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"It was indeed the tour; some nice folks and the tour guides were pretty. You didn't hear it from me, though, and I'll return when something happens. See you."
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"Whew, I can't remember ever wa-walking this much before, jeez…. yeah yeah, hang on, I'm coming…so, apparently Gibraltar's Location has, sh-… has made it one of the most densely populated cities in Europe… oh god, stop… I need a rest.." Stumbles onto an empty bench, leaning back against a wall. "Fine, just go and leave me…. not like I care…" Two minutes of Silence. "Considering what I do for a living, I'm surprised I'm not fitter; I need to hit the gym more, I think… well, that's time I'm not getting back."
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Date and Time: 08/06/2022 - 13:00
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"One Pilot Whale, check… three Striped Dolphin, check… and four Bottlenose Dolphin, check… five Bottlenose Dolphin, double check. I must say, all in all, I am shocked by my luck. Going back and forth from either side of the boat, I have seen different animals and dolphins each time. I also discovered that Pilot Whales are also Dolphins and Orcas, and I did not know that. My time at Site-70 is kept rather dry. Shame. I might request some maritime work when I get back."
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Gripping onto the boat railing and looking into the water. "Oh god…I think… I think I'm" 5 minutes of Silence. "Ha ha~ Yeah, I'm fine, thank you, just a bit seasick, no, really, I'm good~" Pulls herself away from the side and slumps back against the railings. "Agghh, so embarrassing. Now, there is certainly no way I'm letting anyone else hear this. How long will it be until we hit land again? Thirty minutes? Oh, goody…"
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"Okay, so I am feeling much better. I just got ice cream and a cinnamon roll. I felt like death warmed up on that boat; as soon as the dolphins stopped jumping, I took notice of the water and the moving of the boat. I won't be doing that again, but it was fun. I can't complain; it's not too much anyway. Hmm. Checks schedule.// "Ahh, okay, so it is the museum tomorrow. Awesome. After that, I think I will relax at the pool or the beach. I met a nice couple during ping pong, might hang around with them, he, well that's me done for the day, I'm..Takes another bite of her ice cream. "Ahm gonna hedge bach to da ho mel, see ya!"
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Date and Time: 09/06/2022 - 14:30
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Agent Dada: "Hey again, it's pretty neat just inside the Gibraltar National Museum. There's a room with a scale model of The Rock."
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The sounds of people panicking are heard in the background. Yasmin runs outside to an empty street with abandoned cars as she looks at the sky.
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Agent Dada: "Director, this is Agent Dada reporting from Gibraltar; an asteroid is about to impact the Earth."
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Director Phillips: "Everything is under control, Agent Dada, please stand by and keep calm"
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Agent Dada: "Okay, Director, I hope you're right…"
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Yasmin clutches the cross around her neck and kisses it.
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"God, please, please save us…"
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Golden light pours forth from the sky and paints the ground and cars a warm hue.
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"Huh! What…"
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The light continues to increase, getting brighter and denser.
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"It… It can't be… can it… Is this happening?"
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The asteroid is enveloped entirely in gold light.
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"Are we saved?"
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The light dissipates after seven seconds.
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Moments after usage of SCP-6286 to avert an XK-Class End of the World Scenario.
⚠️ Content warning: This article contains heavy subject matter that includes body horror, mutilation, extensive body modification, and kidnapping. Reader discretion is advised.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6466 is to be temporarily stored at a temperature of 2-4 degrees Celsius in a secure mortuary cabinet at Site-55 as it awaits transfer for permanent containment to a negative temperature cabinet in Site-19.
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In addition, search teams are to be sent out in the vicinity of SCP-6466's discovery site in order to investigate its origins as well as similar instances to it. Deer described to be possessing human eyes are to be of particular note during this search.
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Description: SCP-6466 refers to a cervine1 carcass stored within the morgue of Site-55. From its external characteristics, SCP-6466 has been measured to be 120 cm tall and 190 cm long2. Furthermore, SCP-6466 has been found to possess abnormalities amounting to:
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A lack of antlers, despite the carcass having belonged to a male
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Evidence of the presence of digits in both the forefeet and hindfeet, with thread being found between each of the aforementioned digits.
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Twisted forelegs and hindlegs
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Improperly shaped ears
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A lack of fur on the legs and feet, with the fur on the face and body being sewn onto the carcass before death.
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A head that is larger than normal for a deer
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Human eyes
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Based on the patterns of the abnormalities, they are currently thought to have been a result of post-natal alterations, and not inborn conditions. Further tests on the corpse of SCP-6466 have yielded fully human DNA. The implications of these findings are currently unknown.
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Operation Log: After the discovery of SCP-6466, a full search operation was conducted by Foundation agents around the vicinity of the carcass’ discovery site, in an attempt to ascertain its origin. After a location of interest situated in a small cave was found 2 kilometers from the discovery site of SCP-6466, three members of MTF Chi-2 (“Lumberjacks”) were sent to the area to investigate.
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Foreword: Prior to the operation, members of MTF Chi-2 arrived at the scene at 8:02 PM, on 2/17/2002. Due to the inaccessibility of the location from the local roads, the mobile task force commenced the operation at 9:23 PM after traveling to the location on foot.
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The following log was extracted from team leader Carl Janus’ suit camera after the operation.
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[The camera footage begins with team leader Janus sighting the location of interest. He moves his hand up from his assault rifle to signal his subordinates to stop. A dense forest surrounds the cave in which the location of interest is situated, with the constant drone of the local insects being present in the recording as background noise. The night vision capabilities of the camera illuminates the operatives’ surroundings, revealing the dense undergrowth. Fallen leaves cover the ground.]
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Janus: “Coming up on the location now. Commencing silence, HQ.”
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HQ: “Received. Continue, team leader.”
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[Janus begins to move slowly forward. The soft sounds of leaves crunching beneath the operatives’ boots are heard in the recording. Janus aims his rifle forward in a ready position. His subordinates are heard moving quietly behind him.]
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[Janus moves to the mouth of the cave, which lacks any plant growth. As he moves forward, he sees a small set of stairs leading downwards. The camera’s night vision capabilities are unable to illuminate the bottom of the stairs.]
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[Janus slowly descends the stairs, reaching the bottom after a few seconds. His subordinates follow suit. As he reaches the bottom, Janus turns around and signs to one of his operatives to stay behind to secure the rear. The operative, Michael de Rune, follows his command. Janus and his other operative, Edward Park, continue deeper into the cave.]
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[After one minute of walking, the cave's corridor ends, terminating in a large doorway. The door which used to secure the doorway has been broken open by a presumed internal force, and is barely connected to it by its one remaining hinge. As Janus leans over to inspect the broken door, it can be seen that there is a large dent in the door’s metal exterior. After a few seconds, Janus looks up to move past the doorway.]
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[The doorway leads into a large interior chamber. Though the camera is unable to see into the other side of the chamber, a large table can be seen protruding from the darkness. A switch can be seen on the wall next to Janus. As Park moves into the chamber beside Janus, he gestures to the switch. Janus shakes his head, before gesturing to the opposite end of the chamber. Park nods.]
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[Janus moves to position himself to the chamber’s left side, with Park moving to position himself on the right. Over the next thirty seconds, both operatives scan the room for any hostile persons, passing a variety of different implements and machines that are only seen in passing, with rusted steel separators segmenting each set of machines. To Janus’ left, where the table is, multiple chairs can be seen in upturned positions, with three being completely broken. Several bottles of beer, most only partially emptied, lay spilled on the ground under the table. A large blood splatter can be seen under the broken chairs, with multiple blood trails leading forward, deeper into the chamber. Janus continues in the direction of the trail.]
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[At the very end of the chamber, Janus notices another broken door lying on the ground beside a wide-open double doorway, with the blood trails leading into the room. As Park clears the other side of the room, Janus gestures to him, and then to the doorway. Park nods, moving beside Janus.]
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[As Park does so, Janus enters the room first, his assault rifle held in front of him. The room’s ceiling is far lower than the other chamber, measuring approximately 2 meters in height, though its marked length disallows the camera from illuminating the entirety of the room. To Janus’ left, three fresh corpses have been placed in zoo cages, with each one showing signs of trauma and mutilation. Each corpse is seen to have suffered bites on many parts of their body, though the patterns of the bites do not seem to have come from an animal. Park is seen wincing as he sees the corpses.]
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[As Janus looks away, more cages can be seen to his right, with each having been pushed open rather than broken open. The interiors of the cages are covered in hay, though the hay does not look to have been changed in a long time. Feces, presumed to be human, coats the surface of the hay. As Janus moves past the initial cages, he counts 26 in all. Only the first cage, closest to the doorway, seems to be closed. Seeing no other rooms to clear, Janus lets out an audible sigh.]
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Janus: “HQ, interior’s clear. No bogeys.”
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HQ: “Confirmed, team leader. What’s your status, Operative de Rune?”
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de Rune (over the radio): “Nothing except insects and some of the local wildlife wandering around. I’ll keep an eye out.”
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[Janus sighs.]
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Janus: “Well, thank God. Wasn’t hoping to die today.”
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[Park offhandedly smirks at Janus’ remark, before gesturing to the direction of the corpses.]
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Park: “What do you think their story was?”
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[Janus lifts his head to look at Park.]
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Janus: “I don’t know, but it seems like they were dragged in here. Maybe… mutilated in here, too? Those wounds look like they were done postmortem.”
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[Park moves to inspect the corpses within the cages.]
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Park: “Put into the cages. Some kind of revenge?”
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[Janus shrugs.]
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Janus: “We don’t know.”
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[Janus looks in the direction of the switch seen earlier before completely walking out of the small room. He walks into the large chamber, moving past the table and the separators seen earlier to turn the switch on.]
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[At once, the chamber is quickly lit up by overhanging industrial light fixtures, which turn on in quick succession from the direction of the switch and forward into the chamber. The night vision of the camera automatically turns off.]
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[Janus looks to his left, towards the array of machines seen earlier.]
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Janus: “Jesus Christ.”
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[As Janus moves closer, the shape of the machines, as well as their use, becomes apparent. On the section closest to the camera, multiple identical machines can be seen, with each being rusted and old. The machines are separated into two pieces, with a knob adjusting the position of the upper piece in relation to the lower piece. The upper piece can be seen to have two tapered ends which can be inferred to contain and restrain arms, with added shackles on each of the tapered ends supporting this conclusion. The words “1: BENDING STATION” are written in red paint on a similarly rusted sign placed on the wall above the machines. A large bucket has been placed on the rear end of each one. There is evidence of fecal matter on one of the buckets close to Janus.]
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de Rune (over the radio): “Sir?”
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[Janus does not answer, instead moving past the separators denoting the end of the “Bending Station” into the section past it.]
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[The words “2: SNOUT MAKING STATION” are seen above the section, which contains four identical tables with four holes under them. Though one end of the tables are bare, the other end possess a contraption composed of many adjustable rings, with each ring having a knob placed under it. The initial ring seems to be made to accommodate a human head, with each succeeding ring becoming smaller and smaller.]
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[Janus moves past the section again, moving into the final section. The words “3: MISCELLANEOUS” are seen hanging on a sign above the section, which is by far the largest out of all three. Multiple racks leaning on the wall contain a variety of instruments, including hammers, whips, files, needles, black paint, and sledgehammers, as well as specially made instruments that can be concluded as being used for elongating specific body parts, such as feet and ears.]
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[On the adjacent side, a series of racks have been dedicated to housing large pelts, with straps fastened to each side. On the right hand side, a series of enclosures have been erected, each with posts that have leads tied to them. The enclosures, like the cages, have been covered in hay, which is in turn smeared with a mixture of feces and blood.]
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[Above all three stations, a sign has been hung, containing text written once again in red paint. It reads: “YOU WATCH SO THAT WE CAN DO.” Two identical charts displaying Morse code have been hung on either side of the sign.]
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[Janus remains frozen as he looks at the scene in front of him. He is heard dry heaving.]
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[Out of the corner of the camera’s vision, Park emerges from the cage room and slowly walks towards Janus. His eyes are also fixed at the scene.]
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[The pair of operatives remain silent for twenty seconds.]
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Park (horrified): “Sir… what the hell have they been doing here?”
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de Rune (over the radio): “Sir? What’s going on?”
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[Janus remains silent.]
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Park: “Sir?”
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[Suddenly, a loud scream is heard over the radio, echoing into the chamber. It did not originate from any of the operatives. Janus’ head immediately moves in the direction of the noise. He moves to speak into his mouthpiece.]
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Janus: “De Rune… I need a status report. Now.”
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de Rune (over the radio): “I see… deer, Sir. Two dozen of them. They’re all coming out of the trees.”
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[Janus begins to immediately run out of the chamber, holding his assault rifle in both hands. Park is heard following suit.]
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[As Janus runs down the hallway, a rhythmic tapping is heard over the radio. It gets louder as Janus moves to the end of the hallway, emerging into the small clearing surrounding the cave. All around the camera, a herd of 25 deer-like entities can be seen surrounding the cave, all of varying sizes. Though most of the tanned deer hide remains fastened around the entities’ abdomens, successfully mimicking the appearance of a deer, the heads of the SCP-6466 instances are shown to be completely bare of any fur. Their ears have been stretched high above their heads, permanently facing forward. Most have snouts that are imperfectly shaped, often with circular ring-like indentations around them. Notably, the smallest instances have faces that are completely human. Lastly, each instance possesses perfectly human eyes, unmarked by the alterations made to each instance.]
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[One begins to shout again, and though it is unable to coherently form words of speech, its voice is that of a teenage girl. As it shouts, it rhythmically taps the ground again, which is repeated by the other instances.]
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Janus: “Eyes forward, guns at the ready, now!”
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[At Janus’ command, all three members of MTF Chi-2 form a cohesive line, with Janus at the center and de Rune and Park on the left and right, respectively. All three then kneel in sync, their assault rifles held in front of them.]
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[At this, all of the SCP-6466 instances begin to shout louder in alarm, rhythmically tapping the ground furiously. The synchronized rhythm as established earlier dissolves into chaos, with each instance establishing a different rhythm from all the others. The smaller SCP-6466 instances begin to run behind larger SCP-6466 instances, which move back protectively. Unlike their adult counterparts, the smaller SCP-6466 instances move in a staggering manner.]
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Park: “Sir, your order?!”
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Janus: “Hold! Wait for them to make the first move.”
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[Eventually, the volume of the SCP-6466 instances begin to decrease, but the tapping persists. Through the camera, it remains loud.]
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[As the SCP-6466 instances continue to tap, the earlier instance which seemed to lead its fellow entities moves forward from the herd, lowering its head as it does so. Its human eyes remain intently fixed on the operatives.]
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[With the instance moving forward, several of the other SCP-6466 instances begin to shout in protest, before being silenced by an even louder shout by the leading instance. Right after it shouts, it makes several quick taps, which cause much of the herd to shrink back.]
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de Rune: “They’re… they’re communicating.”
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Park: “Morse code?”
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[Janus stays silent, looking intently at the other instances.]
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Janus: “Yeah, I think so. De Rune, can you translate?”
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[Out of the corner of the camera’s vision, de Rune’s eyes widen as he looks at Janus, before nodding.]
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de Rune: “Yeah. I can try.”
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[As if it understood the operatives’ speech, the leading SCP-6466 instance slowly begins to tap its hooves.]
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de Rune: “S… T… O… P… wait, S-T-O-P. ‘STOP.’”
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[Janus looks at de Rune, before looking back at the leader.]
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Janus [slowly]: “Do… you… understand… us?”
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[The SCP-6466 instance quickly taps a response.]
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de Rune: “Y-E-S. Yes.”
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[Janus slowly nods.]
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Janus: “Okay. Then this should be easier.”
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[He clears his throat.]
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Janus: “We aren’t part of the people who did this to you. We… just want to know what’s happening here.”
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[The SCP-6466 instance turns its head to regard its fellow entities, before bowing its head quickly. It turns back to the operatives and taps out another response.]
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de Rune: “T-E-L-L… Tell… U-S… W-H… Tell us why you're here.”
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Janus: “They abused you, didn’t they? Turned you into… this?”
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[The SCP-6466 instance nods. It taps to respond.]
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de Rune: “We were all kid… napped at… different times. Made into… W-A-T-C-H-E-R-S. Watchers.”
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[The SCP-6466 instance continues to tap.]
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de Rune: “Please help us. The old man… G-O-T… got himself killed to give us a chance. Soon, they… W-I… they will come back and kill us. We aren't the O-N… only ones like this. They are powerful. Everywhere. Help us.”
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[The SCP-6466 instance vocalizes again, its tone desperate. It bows its head, then taps again.]
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de Rune: “…please.”
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[A silence persists for thirty seconds.]
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[All 25 SCP-6466 instances watch the operatives intently.]
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[Janus is seen hesitating. His grip on his assault rifle is shaking.]
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Janus: “I…”
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[The SCP-6466 instance taps again. It takes one step closer. Park and de Rune look expectantly at Janus, who remains frozen.]
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de Rune: “Uh… It’s saying…”
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[The SCP-6466 instance continues to tap, taking another step closer to Janus.]
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de Rune: “W… E… D… ‘We disgust you, don’t we?’”
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[The SCP-6466 instance takes another step. Only 3 meters separates it from the operatives. Park keeps his firearm pointed at the instance, but is also hesitant to fire.]
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Park (to Janus): “S-sir?”
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[Janus makes no response. His suit camera remains fixed on the SCP-6466 instance. Park tightens his grip on his assault rifle and begins to shout.]
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Park: “Step away. Now!”
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[The SCP-6466 instance makes no indication that it has heard Park. It continues to step closer. Janus remains frozen. The instance taps on the ground again.]
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de Rune: “‘I was taken when I was only five years old. Many were younger. The pain… I cried for my parents. M… Y… My friends. I stayed bent there for years. All while my back broke and my hips cracked.”
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[The SCP-6466 instance moves another step closer. Its human eyes remain fixed on Janus. Janus’ heavy breathing is heard over the camera. The instance continues to tap.]
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de Rune: “Then… T-H… they twisted my arm. Broke my hands, and then… P-U-L-L… pulled my fingers the other way and sewed them together so that the nails would grow into hooves."
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[de Rune’s tone becomes more and more horrified as he translates. His jaw is seen quivering. The SCP-6466 instance is now only approximately .5 meters away from Janus. Park’s eyes are wide, but he still keeps his assault rifle trained on the instance.]
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de Rune: “T… H… The old man was the only… O-N-E… one that cared for me. He got their attention, enough for U-S, us to escape. To fight back. To K-I… kill them.”
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[The SCP-6466 instance takes a final step forward, nearly touching the suit camera with its snout. Up close, it can be discerned that, despite the alterations made to its body, its nose remains intactly human, and is only painted black in order to give the impression of a deer’s snout.]
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de Rune: “After… T-H-A-T… that… do you know what it is like to eat grass, knowing that it can never F-E-E-D… feed you? To never be able to stand upright, or H-O-L-D… hold something again.”
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[The instance’s eyes remained transfixed on Janus. From this up-close perspective, the instance’s blue irises can be seen. Conversely, unlike the eyes of a deer, the instance’s eyes remain front-facing, though it can be seen that multiple attempts have been made to flatten it against its skull.]
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de Rune: “You start to… B-E-L… believe that you are this. A-N-D-O-N-L-Y… and only this. And will only ever be this.”
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[The instance remains in its place, still staring down at Janus. It continues to slowly tap.]
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de Rune: “The deer around here know that we are not one of them. We… S-M… smell too different. We can only ever stay with our own.”
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[Its tapping begins to slow.]
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de Rune: “Y-O… You see… W-E… we are not animal, but we are not human, either.”
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[At once, the instance closes the remaining distance between it and Janus, bringing its snout in contact with the bottom of his suit camera. Its eyes meet Janus’.]
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de Rune: “N-O… Now let me say… this… again.”
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[The instance taps its next message out slowly.]
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de Rune: “Do… we… still… disgust… you?”
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[A silence persists for several tense seconds. The eyes of all three operatives are transfixed on the instance. From the up-close perspective of Janus’ suit camera, the instance’s left eye begins to tear up.]
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[It vocalizes. Its tone is mournful and pleading. Unlike before, it attempts to speak.]
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SCP-6466-2: "Helllllp usss…"
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[It is heard audibly breathing in. Its voice is raspy as it once again attempts to speak.]
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SCP-6466-2: "Pleaaaseee."
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[A long silence follows. All three members of the MTF stare at SCP-6466-2.]
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[After several seconds, Janus speaks.]
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Janus: "H… HQ, requesting clearance to begin containment operations?"
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[HQ does not respond for twenty seconds.]
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Janus: "HQ? Can you hear me, over?"
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[The silence persists for several more seconds. Eventually, the radio begins to crackle. HQ responds.]
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HQ: "Negative, team leader. You are ordered to report for extraction. We're done here."
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[Janus glances at Park and de Rune's faces. Both possess expressions of shock. Janus is noted to be avoiding the gaze of SCP-6466-2.]
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Janus: "Just for confirmation, HQ… we're not going to help them?"
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[HQ does not respond for five seconds.]
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[The radio crackles again.]
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HQ: "Negative. Report for extraction post-haste."
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[Another six seconds of silence persist. Janus looks up at SCP-6466-2, which looks back at the operative.]
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[Janus exhales. The camera is shaking slightly.]
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Janus: "I'm sorry, but…"
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[Janus exhales again. The camera's shaking increases.]
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Janus: "We can't…"
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de Rune (resigned): "We can't help you."
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Janus: "It's out of… out of our hands. We need to go."
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[SCP-6466-2 bows its head. The corners of its mouth on opposite sides of its face move up to express a smile of resignation. It exhales, and then taps on the ground.]
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de Rune: "I… S-E-E. I see. They have you too."
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[SCP-6466-2 begins to slowly back away from the MTF operatives.]
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Park: “We don’t really say this, but…”
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[SCP-6466-2 continues to take incremental steps backward. The rest of its herd watches it move towards them in silence.]
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Janus: “We’re… we're really sorry that we can’t help you.”
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[SCP-6466-2 pauses.]
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[It stays in its current position for eight seconds. It begins to lift its hoof to tap on the ground.]
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[It keeps its hoof suspended in the air for another three seconds, before gently putting it back down on the ground.]
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[SCP-6466-2 turns around and walks into the forest. It is soon out of sight.]
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[The rest of the herd follows suit. After several seconds, all instances of SCP-6466 are no longer able to be seen.]
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<End Log>
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Afterword: Shortly after, all three members of MTF Chi-2 were extracted from the scene. Further action was recommended by the MTF, with team leader Janus prescribing containment for all 25 SCP-6466 instances. Alternative actions such as the referral of the situation to the Unusual Incidents Unit, Wilson's Wildlife Solutions, or local law enforcement agencies are also being considered.
To: O5-12
+From: YOUWATCHSOTHATWECANDO
+Subject: We'll take this from here.
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We are disappointed that you were not able to recognize this for what it was, seeing as it benefits you as well. Keep this on the down-low. No more of this talk about delegating this to the Feds. We'll do the rest.
Individual affected by SCP-6638 during the years 1711-1799.
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Item #: SCP-6638
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-6638 is considered unfeasible. SCP-6638 has previously manifested in individuals who are not familiar with the particulars or even concept of the Mandate of Heaven. Removing all historical references to SCP-6638 would therefore not eliminate the possibility of a spontaneous SCP-6638 reappearance, and would also require a historical revision effort of massive resources, possibly destabilizing the historical and socio-cultural continuities of Sinospheric nations.
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These containment procedures instead focus on minimizing the natural disasters and loss of life that accompany the transition of SCP-6638 from one individual to another. For the last one hundred and fifty years, SCP-6638 has affected the leaders of various Asian-American criminal organizations. MTF Eta-29 (“Drunken Boxers”) are to liaise with gang task forces across the United States, or otherwise cultivate their own sources, that will allow them to keep track of SCP-6638’s current host and monitor any transferral events. MTF Eta-29 are then directed to take all actions necessary to prevent SCP-6638-affiliated natural disasters.
SCP-6638 is contained within the mind of comatose Flying Dragon gang member Steven Chiu, who is being held at Site-85 in a simulated reality chamber. Site-85 personnel are to monitor the electrical activity of Chiu’s brain and make biochemical or simulation-related adjustments as necessary, ensuring that Chiu does not question the nature of his reality.
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Chiu’s skull has been modified and wired in order to accommodate an electronic link between Chiu’s consciousness and a computer bank simulating a real-time version of Chiu’s native New York City. This simulation has been modified in order to give Chiu the impression that he is living his pre-containment life as a Flying Dragon lieutenant.
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Site-85 programmers, storyboarders, and narrative designers are to craft a narrative in which enemy agents (ex. rival gang members, members of law enforcement organizations) wage a war against Chiu’s simulated Flying Dragons, keeping his mind fully occupied and fulfilling the warlike aspects that SCP-6638 has historically expected of its hosts.
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Important: All narrative decisions are to be made out-of-universe and programmed into the simulation manually. Under no circumstances should Site-85 use artificial intelligence to augment the decision-making capabilities of agents.
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SCP-6638 is bound to its host’s perception of reality and the surrounding world. If SCP-6638 cannot detect any other sentient hosts in this simulated plane, it has no choice but to continue to affect Chiu.
+Should Chiu die, it is incredibly likely that SCP-6638 will be able to affect another individual outside of its current virtual constraints. We have not yet devised a method of permanently preventing SCP-6638 from choosing a new host. Additionally, no method has yet been devised for negating SCP-6638’s anomalous properties from an infospheric or memetic perspective. Keeping SCP-6638 contained within Steven Chiu is a high priority.
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MTF Eta-29 is to forward all relevant information regarding “Hip Sing Tong,” “Flying Dragons,” or [REDACTED] to Site-85 security forces should Eta-29 anticipate a retrieval attempt by Chiu’s parent organizations.
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Description: SCP-6638 is an anomalous interpretation of the Mandate of Heaven, a key concept in Chinese political theory used to justify the deposition of various emperors and the creation of new dynasties throughout Chinese history. Recipients of SCP-6638 are the beneficiaries of an anomalous means of probability manipulation, resulting in an inevitable attainment of social, financial, and tactical success. This centers the recipient in a network that is especially likely to guarantee the recipient either a high governmental office or the means to form their own independent polity. Other, more noticeably anomalous effects take place at irregular intervals (refer to SCP-6638-A-02 for examples).
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SCP-6638 is a self-propagating memetic complex that actively seeks out and discards its own hosts. However, it will only affect one host at a time and transfers itself to other hosts with some degree of autonomy. SCP-6638 consistently undergoes two stages once it has selected a host, each lasting for an arbitrary amount of time. Historical records have indicated that hosts can be affected for periods as short as one day to longer than one hundred and ten years.
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In SCP-6638’s first stage, its host achieves prominence on a sociopolitical level. The host will additionally display an increased political and tactical awareness. Megalomaniacal, narcissistic, and other deviant traits have also affected hosts after prolonged exposure to SCP-6638. The appearance of these traits, however, may merely be the result of an individual’s reaction to SCP-6638 and not a direct symptom.
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SCP-6638 only ceases to affect a host under two circumstances: revocation or the host’s death. SCP-6638 can revoke itself arbitrarily and at any time. Once SCP-6638 has been revoked, its former recipient will be the victim of increasingly serious incidents of misfortune, signaling an incoming loss of political influence, culminating in natural disaster. These natural disasters include, but are not limited to, drought, typhoon, earthquake, wildfire, and meteoric impact, and will continue until the political irrelevance or death of the former recipient. In this stage of an SCP-6638 cycle, the recipient has, to use the historical terminology associated with SCP-6638, “fallen out of Heaven’s favor.”
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A recipient who has “fallen out of favor” is particularly vulnerable to internal or external upheaval, and is a prime target for assassination. When a former recipient is killed or otherwise forced out of power, SCP-6638 transfers itself to the offending party, and the cycle restarts.
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If a former recipient is killed through a natural disaster, SCP-6638 will shortly manifest in another individual. The criteria SCP-6638 uses to manifest in another person are unknown, excepting that 1) this individual was raised in an East Asian cultural tradition and 2) this individual is within the range required for transferral. A maximum range of 2500 km has been theorized.
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SCP-6638 was a major force in the history of Imperial China before it began to affect members of the Chinese diaspora. Research into the origins of SCP-6638 — on whether an ancient Chinese scholar or magician produced SCP-6638 through anomalous means, or whether SCP-6638 was the creation of a higher-level theological entity — is ongoing. See Addendum A-04 for details.
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Addendum A-01: Modern timeline
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Archaeo-pataphysical evidence suggests that SCP-6638 has been affecting individuals since at least 3000 BCE. See Document FBVS-06 for further details and a more comprehensive timeline before 1850. Research into unknown SCP-6638 hosts in the nineteenth and twentieth centuries is ongoing.
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Beginning of SCP-6638's modern history: 1850. Earthquake in Xichang indicates revocation from the Xianfeng Emperor, Qing Dynasty.
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Following revocation: Emperors following the Xianfeng Emperor are Emperors in name only; courtiers and regents exercise true authority. Qing Dynasty collapses in 1911.
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Date range
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Final revocation event
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Following revocation
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1850 — 1864
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General Yang Fuqing, Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.
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Drought affecting large portions of Southern California.
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Yang Fuqing travels back to China. Executed in Fuzhou on charges of espionage.
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Notable for fleeing to Los Angeles following his failure to overthrow Qing during the Taiping Rebellion.
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1864 — 1902
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Unknown.
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1892 — 1906
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How Luang, Chee Kung Tong.
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1906 San Francisco earthquake.
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Luang killed in 1906 San Francisco earthquake.
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1906 — 1910
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Unknown.
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1910 — 1932
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Sai Wing Mock, Hip Sing Tong.
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“Typhoon-sized waves” affecting New York City.
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Mock lives in political and social obscurity, dying of natural causes in 1941.
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Notable because the natural disasters associated with SCP-6638 ceased after Mock announced his retirement. First recorded American instance of SCP-6638 using a loss of political power, as opposed to death, as criteria for the cessation of its efforts regarding a former host.
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1932 — 1954
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Unknown.
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May 1954 to October 1954
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Chin Kung Fong, On Leong Tong.
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Tornado outbreak affecting Chicago.
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Fong killed by simultaneous meteoric impact.
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Notable for brevity of duration.
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1954 — 1972
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Chongyun Wang, Bing Kung Association.
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Series of rogue waves affects Seattle.
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Wang killed in restaurant by ascendant Bing Kung treasurer Tse Jinrong.
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1972 — 1980
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Tse Jinrong, Bing Kung Association.
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Tse Jinrong victim in three separate civilian-initiated car accidents on the same day.
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Jinrong swept down sewer drain in freak storm.
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1980 — 1985
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Unknown.
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1985—1992
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David Thai, Born To Kill gang.
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Crippling Nor’Easter affects New York City.
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David Thai sentenced to life in prison.
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Notable for Thai’s Vietnamese heritage: SCP-6638’s possible range of hosts expanded from those with Chinese heritage to all those hailing from China’s historical sphere of influence.
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1992—1996
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Kwan Fai Ng, 14K Triad.
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Flooding of the Charles River.
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Ng killed in separate 1998 Charles River flooding.
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1996—1999
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Steven Chiu, Flying Dragons gang.
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Cycle interrupted by containment.
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2003—2012
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Steven Chiu, Flying Dragons gang.
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2012 Hurricane Sandy affecting the American Northeast.
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Chiu struck in the head with hailstone during 2012 hurricane.
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See Addendum A-04 for more information regarding the revision of previous special containment procedures.
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Timeline from 2012 up to the present day classified unless required for operational context.
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Addendum A-02: Fact-finding interview, 9/12/1986
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Agent Harris Stone dispatched to Peaceful Acres Nursing Home in Sunnyvale, California. Interview conducted under the guise of a fact-finding mission for the Society of Cultural Preservation. Subject is Johnny “Double East” Wai, vice president and former hatchetman of the Chee Kung Tong of San Francisco, California.
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Stone: Thank you so much for seeing me, sir.
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Wai: Not at all. The grandkids, they insisted. Think it’ll help with the…you know.1 If I’m seen helping, helping anybody, with anything.
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Stone: Thank you fellas, then. Happy you’re here as well.
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<Stone nods to Steven and Quentin Wai, both 25, on either side of Johnny Wai.>
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Stone: So, Mr. Wai, our Society’s mission is cultural and historical preservation. Collecting oral histories, you see? We understand that you’re a man of some standing in the community.
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Wai: Oh, I’m just an old man.
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Stone: Even so.
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Wai: You'll like this one. I remember… oh, I remember the fireworks. They would make us, hah, so nobody got lost, in my family I had five brothers, and all of us with the queues? The ponytails, you know this? We would grab onto the queue of the one in front of us. Move through the streets in a line.
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Stone: That’s great, sir.
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Wai: Oh, even back then, I was a little troublemaker. I tried to bring up the back, as often as I could, because the man with the toy stand on our block, he was a very old man, and he would leave his fireworks just at my eye level. You let go, just for a second, on your way home from school, or the temple, and you dart! You dart through the crowd, stick one or two up your sleeve. And those fireworks roared, for me and my brothers, oh, how they would roar.
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Stone: I don’t mean to offend, Mr. Wai, but we’re after a specific recollection in this case.
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Wai: You ask what you are here to ask, then. No more dancing.
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Stone: Fine, then. Tell me about him.
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<Stone opens his briefcase and retrieves a police photograph of How Luang.2 Stone holds the sketch out to Wai, who takes the picture with both hands. He studies it closely.>
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Wai: A dragonhead from when I was a boy. Dead, years ago. What do you want with him?
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Stone: Just any stories you might have. Anything at all, your impressions of him. We have a certain interest.
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Wai: You know, I must have been eleven, twelve, first time I saw him. Catching a glimpse of him, out of our apartment window, one Moon Festival night. It was like seeing Ringo! You like Ringo? How Luang was a superstar.
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Stone: We heard that Luang was different. Different from the other dragonheads, the other tong leaders. Special.
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Wai: Yes. Yes, he certainly was. For most of his rule. Four different highbinders came after him, six separate times in one week, have you heard this? Misfired, missed every single one of them. He would walk around freely, no pistol, no sword. Can you imagine? In Chinatown?
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Stone: Like he was protected.
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Wai: Oh, of course there were guards.
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Stone: I have it here, in my notes…yes, the specific phrase. ‘Divinely lucky.’
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Wai: Who is giving you these impressions, may I ask? These things you’re hearing about Luang. How did you learn about them?
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Stone: Let me change tracks. Back to you. Yourself. You ever feel lucky? That specific brand of luck?
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Wai: There is that word, again. Luck.
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Stone: How would you characterize it, then?
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Wai:<Barely audible.> Destiny.
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Stone: Is this something you ever wanted, this destiny? That you could take for yourself?
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Wai: Ignore me. Everything I’ve said, everything you’ve learned from me today, ignore me. The reminisces of an old man.
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Stone: Please, sir, continue. Is this something you—
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Wai:<Stated in Cantonese.> Leave us.
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<Steven and Quentin Wai exit the room. Extended period of silence.>
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Wai: I never had it. Look at me. I am alive today. I never had it.
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Stone: Yes, but I was told you might know who has it now.
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<Wai looks at the artist’s sketch of How Luang again. His fingers crinkle the paper.>
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Wai: Let me tell you a different story. A story of How’s madness, and the decline of our association. In it San Francisco comes down over our heads. Dust mingling with blood in the air. Thickening in our lungs.
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Stone: So you do know what it does.
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Wai: But before. Before the earthquake, when Chinatown was our own. He built it up for us. Community. Family. Do you understand? And to protect it he needed power, we needed power, to look after one another, to protect ourselves, and we will always need it…no, I do not know who has it now.
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Stone: If you help us, we can contain it. We can make sure something like San Francisco never happens again.
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Wai: This is an internal matter, young man.
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Stone: Look, sir. Your earthquake. Wildfires out of season in Kansas City, killer waves in Seattle, those twisters came down over Chicago five years back? Out of a clear blue sky? All of it coinciding with the rise and fall of Chinese gang leaders across the country?
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Wai: I wouldn’t know anything about that.
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Stone: No, sir, of course not.
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<Extended period of silence.>
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Wai: You would not understand.
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Stone: Sir?
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Wai: I see you judging me, I can feel it. I can—
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Stone: Sir, we—
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Wai: Fuck, no. You don’t get to judge me. Any of us. All of my…my countrymen, you know what they say? They say keep our heads down and they will let us be. They say, Johnny, be a good little Chinaman, and kneel, but when they are beaten in the alleyways and the gwai lo smash in their windows who do they go to, then, eh? Police?
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Wai: No. No. I saw what they were too scared to see. You want respect? In this country, you take respect. You stain your hands in oceans of blood and you take it. You take it, and if the bodies pile up on top of each other, so be it, on Spofford Street and Stockton Street—
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<Extraneous details redacted.>
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Stone: For the last time, Mr. Wai. Or we won’t be able to help you. Tell us what you know.
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Wai: ‘Cultural preservation.’ I see the gun in your waistband, and another on your ankle. I do not think I will tell you.
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Four months after this interview, Foundation agents — Agent Stone among them — exerted influence over the San Francisco District Attorney’s Office and were able to extend a more explicit offer to Mr. Wai in exchange for leniency during his trial. Wai once again refused to cooperate and spent the remainder of his life in San Quentin State Prison.
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Addendum A-03: MTF Eta-29 (“Drunken Boxers”) video transcript of Incident-0502, 10/15/1994
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Response Team: MTF Eta-29 (“Drunken Boxers”) are specialists in the containment and neutralization of anomalies under the control of Asian criminal organizations.
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Location: Golden Imperial Restaurant, 425 Harrison Avenue, Chinatown, Boston
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Background: Fourteen months prior to Incident-0502 Operative Zhenduo had assumed a deep-cover identity, posing as recent Fujianese immigrant Chuan Sang Xi in order to infiltrate the Boston branch of the 14K Triad and surveil PoI-7993 (“Kwan Fai Ng”). In October 1992 Ng was elected wa si yan3; weeks previously Ng was a legitimate flower shop owner with no criminal record. The circumstances of his election identified him as a prime candidate for the involvement of SCP-6638.
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Immediately prior to Incident-0502, Ng summoned Operative Zhenduo and several trusted lieutenants to Golden Imperial Restaurant, ostensibly to celebrate Operative Zhenduo’s recent initiation ceremony. Instead, Ng triggered Incident-0502, necessitating the full mobilization of MTF Eta-29.
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This addendum does not describe the raid which placed SCP-6638 under Foundation control. Instead, it describes an earlier incident during which heavy casualties were sustained and the combat capabilities of SCP-6638 were fully realized.
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Video transcript, 10/15/94, Incident-0509. Translated from original Cantonese.
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<Transcription begins mid-meal. Zhenduo sits across from Ng in the cellar of Golden Imperial Restaurant surrounded by seven 14K lieutenants. Of note is George Hsueh, beside Zhenduo, a lieutenant who Zhenduo befriended.>
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Ng: I miss it sometimes, I will confess. The simplicity of selling flowers.
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Zhenduo: It sounds like you never wanted to leave, dai lo.4
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Ng: Oh, you understand, Chuan, you love it here. Just as much as I do.
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Hsueh:<Hsueh embraces Ng with one arm.> Don't you try to hide it, crack shot, not when you got the Valentino suit on!
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Zhenduo: Alright, alright.
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Ng: Here.
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<Ng rises and raises his glass.>
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Ng: A toast to our newest brother.
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Hsueh: Hear, hear.
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<Hsueh claps Zhenduo on the shoulder.>
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Ng: You would have been a great flower cutter, Chuan. And I have another announcement, while we are here. I, as you all know, am an upstanding citizen; and I have found a place for our organization in the government of the City of Boston.
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<More cheers.>
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Ng: ‘Community liaison.’ Relationships. Rubbing shoulders with the lo fan. Meaningless, for now, but the power will come. Is that why you are unhappy, Chuan? Are we not progressing fast enough for you?
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Zhenduo: I would never complain, dai lo. And I would have loved to cut flowers for you.
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Ng: Some other reason, then, for your unhappiness.
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Zhenduo: I don’t know what you mean.
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Ng: It’s a feeling I have. An itch, in the back of my skull, whenever I look at you, think of you. Our rising star. I thought, oh, he wants to rise, as I have risen. That is why he is unhappy. Yet here we are. And it itches still.
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<14K lieutenants stop eating. All noises begin to die down.>
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Ng: I will repeat myself. Some other reason for your unhappiness.
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Zhenduo: Where is this coming from?
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Ng: Who do you work for?
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Zhenduo: I work for you, dai lo.
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Ng: I can smell lies, now. Do you know that? Like rotten chrysanthemums. So again: who do you work for?
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Hsueh: Dai lo. I hate to stick my neck out, but he’s been straight, all the way. Let his dogs bark on Tyler without blinking. Killed those Wo Hop boys dead.
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Ng: Hsueh.
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Hsueh: Sorry, sir.
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Ng: Hsueh, I want you to go and check the cellar.
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<George Hsueh stands from his seat.>
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Zhenduo: Georgie, don’t do this.
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Hsueh: What, Chuang?
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Command, through earpiece: We’re getting you out, Zhenduo, all of you, we’re getting you out now—
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<Ng retrieves a pistol from his inside jacket pocket. Without turning he fires randomly at the wall on his right-hand side. Four Eta-29 operatives posted in adjoining cellar room (Lambert, Connors, Harekrishna, Banter) killed immediately by shots to the head or heart. Operatives audibly slump as they hit the cellar floor; lines of blood running from bullet holes in wall are immediately visible. Zhenduo tilts his head to address the microphone hidden in his carnation lapel.>
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Zhenduo: Hold! Do not engage. I repeat, do not engage.
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<All 14K lieutenants level their pistols at Zhenduo. Ng places his pistol back into his jacket pocket. He sits down and continues to eat.>
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Ng: They’re good, your friends. Quiet. Would have gotten anybody else.
Various 14K lieutenants: He’s even sitting there different. / Fucking snitch. / Look at him, man, cop to the fucking bone—
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Ng: He is telling the truth. Then what is your business?
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Zhenduo:<Addressing the rest of the table.> I’m not here about the rackets, or the dope. Not even the bodies. I’m here for him.
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Ng: For me?
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Zhenduo: One of you can step up after I take him in, I don’t care who, but Mr. Ng, you need to come with me.
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Command, through earpiece: No, damn it, Zhenduo, this thing is blown to hell, we’re going in, front door and the skylight, now, now, now—
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<Gunfire audible downstairs. Four gangsters rush downstairs. Zhenduo uses this distraction to jump over the table, grabbing Ng and driving them both to the ground. The three who remain, including Hsueh, are dispatched by operatives (Shunfu, Lang) rappelling in through the restaurant’s skylight.>
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Zhenduo: Give it up—
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<A spectral, dragonlike entity, accompanied by massive distortions in the video feed, erupts from the floor. It passes through Ng and does not harm him; however, Zhenduo is flung into the ceiling boards and is seriously injured upon impact with the floor. All MTF operatives thrown into walls. Ng gets up and heads downstairs himself.>
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<While still on the floor Zhenduo draws his pistol and fires at Ng’s back. A frame-by-frame examination of the video feed allows the viewer to discern a white aura forming around Ng as he turns with anomalous speed.>
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<Ng plucks each bullet out of the air, letting them fall to the ground.>
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Ng: You disappoint me, Chuang.
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<Ng draws his pistol again; he draws a second pistol, for his other hand, from his opposite jacket pocket. Ng leaves the cellar unimpeded.>
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MTF Operative Shunfu:<Helping Zhenduo stand.> You alright, Benny?
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Zhenduo: Fine, fine.
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Zhenduo: We better take that thing for our damn selves, huh?
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Shunfu: Funny.
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Zhenduo: Right. Funny.
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Incident-0502 Overview: MTF Eta-29 fireteams deployed through the front door report the appearance of various spectral entities assisting the 14K Triad. Among them are martial artists with anomalous levels of pain tolerance and durability, in addition to various creatures from Chinese mythology and folklore. MTF Eta-29 sustains heavy casualties and are forced to withdraw.
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After Incident-0502: Operative Zhenduo’s expertise in this specific cultural environment is no longer required. After standard deep-cover evaluation, Zhenduo transferred to International Relations, where he now serves as deputy liaison to the government of Finland.
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Though Ng began to suffer SCP-6638’s negative effects in August 1997, he refused to give up power. This culminated in his death during an SCP-6638-initiated flooding of the Charles River in 1998.
Addendum A-04: O5 memorandum directed to MTF Eta-29 command
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Timeline of related events:
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01/05/2004: Seven members of the O5 Overseer Council report identical dreams despite the non-interruption of oneiric defensive programs and other subconscious countermeasures.
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01/06/2004: Sudden increases in temperature and the activation of tectonic sensors indicate the anomalous activations of approximately 70% of all volcanoes present in the Pacific Rim of Fire.
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O5 OVERSEER for Mobile Task Force Eta-29 DRUNKEN BOXERS
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For months now our embassy in Area of Interest-12886 has been fielding complaints about our interference with SCP-6638. We’ve just received a new communique: 1288 is willing to make numerous concessions regarding containment on several other, Keter-level anomalies that are currently outside of our possession. That’s the carrot. And, on the other hand, the stick: The Pacific on fire.
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Imperial Heaven has shifted their own policies regarding SCP-6638. They’ve cited an increased emphasis on the importance of an unbroken chain of SCP-6638 transferrals to cosmological continuity, rather than the specific identities of those affected by SCP-6638. An interesting tidbit for the folks down in research.
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You have new orders. If this thing has to be out in the world, and it does have to be out in the world, we can at least contain the associated damage.
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We’ve taken a closer look at those timetables. Those disasters, it looks like the worst of them only occur if a former host is still in power. He’s out of the picture and the disasters stop. Dies, he retires, he’s jailed, whatever. The transfer of SCP-6638 from one leader to another must be instantaneous.
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The concessions we’re receiving are worth any collateral damage SCP-6638 can cause. Because you’re the ones minimizing it by any means necessary. Bribe, bargain, lie. Kill. Do what you have to do.
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Instantaneous. Hear that, Boxers? You’ve got the green light on more funding. That’s the good news.
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The bad news is we’re letting Steven Chiu out.
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I know. I know what it took to take him, that it was worse than trying to take Ng. And I know a lot of you come from law-enforcement backgrounds, police, military, federal. But enforcing the law is no longer your mission.
Filename: qianlong-emperor.jpg
+Name: Portrait of Qianlong Emperor As a Young Man
+Author: Unidentified artist
+License: Public Domain
+Source Link:metmuseum.org
+Additional Notes: Image was cropped
Special Containment Procedures: The Foundation has purchased the shopping center around SCP-6851, now known as Site-6851. All public roads leading to or near Site-6851 have been redirected.
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The interiors and exteriors of all supermarkets of the Walmart chain are to be monitored via remote cameras. In the event that SCP-6851 breaches containment, any Walmart location where the SCP-6851-1 instances reappear is to be designated the new location of SCP-6851, recontainment is to begin immediately, and any records of the store's existence are to be scrubbed from Wal-Mart Stores, Inc. records.
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In the event that an SCP-6851-1 instance successfully exits the store, they are to receive psychiatric testing to determine if they are still under the influence of SCP-6851. If not, they will be detained and analyzed to determine if a cure is possible, and then amnesticized and released under a cover story depending on the length of which they were affected by SCP-6851.
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Description: SCP-6851 is the anomalous interior of a Walmart supermarket. SCP-6851 has no significant visual distinctions from a typical Walmart store. It was discovered by the Foundation on 12/6/2012, following a series of worldwide disappearances that had been occurring for several weeks prior. The disappearances were connected in that they all occurred in countries that had Walmart supermarkets, especially the United States and Mexico. Most of the disappearing persons were of low income and multiple had records of shoplifting and similar crimes before their disappearances.
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SCP-6851 was discovered when Field Agent Terry Baker, conducting a routine patrol in ██████, Tennessee, discovered that the town's local Walmart was staffed by many of the victims of the disappearances. Baker reported his observation remotely and communicated he was going to investigate further, after which point no further communications were made. On 13/6/2012, Agent Baker was discovered working within this store in a staff uniform, and expressed a strong, uncharacteristic desire to remain working at the store, even after the threat of termination, and also showed very little memory of his life prior to his investigation. After this event, SCP-6851 was swiftly contained, a deeper investigation into the missing persons began, and an exploration of the location was made the following morning, led by the outpost's appointed director, Senior Researcher Sandra Blackert.
Via a head mounted camera, D-6851.1 is seen entering SCP-6851 through the front door. Dr. Blackert and Dr. Rogers are stationed in a van outside, speaking to him remotely.
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Blackert: Alright, D-6851.1. Please sweep through every aisle at a slow pace, I'll tell you to stop if something catches my eye. Remember, you're just the camera man, I don't need you digging through papers or asking your own questions.
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D-6851.1: That's it? Can't you use a drone or something?
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Blackert: Jesus, that audio is terrible. Well, D-6851.1, the staff inside won't talk to drones, they talk to customers. Our drone was also destroyed when we tried poking around the back. Do you want your extra pudding or not?
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Rogers: Shouldn't we not be making casual conversation with the D-Class, ma'am?
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Blackert: You can only stay clinical for so long before it drives you insane, and today's going to be a long day.
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D-6851.1 proceeds past the checkouts. Three of the checkout lines are staffed. The nearest cashier, later identified as POI-6851-14 turns towards D-6851.1 and gives him a vacant smile.
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Blackert: Stay there. Keep looking at their faces. Kyle, look through the missing person profiles, see if those three match up with any of our Walmart cases.
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D-6851.1 remains in place for nearly one minute, occasionally glancing around in various directions.
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Rogers: Yep, we have POI-6851-14, 7, and 4.
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Blackert: Excellent. D-6851.1, please approach one of the cashiers, any one will do.
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D-6851.1 approaches POI-6851-14
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D: This good?
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Blackert: Yes, right there, that's good.
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Blackert: (through speaker equipped on D-6851.1) Sue Page, can you hear me?
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POI-6851-14: Hi, welcome to Walmart. How can I help you?
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Blackert: (speaker) My name is Dr. Sandra Blackert, I'm currently in a van parked outside. Can you tell me why you're here?
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POI: I'm here to make sure your customer experience is as smooth as-
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Blackert: (speaker) No, why are you working in a Walmart in Tennessee? Your records say you were unemployed, didn't own a car, and lived in Dallas, Texas.
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POI: Well, I got hired here, of course.
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Blackert: (speaker) And how did you get hired here?
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POI: We aren't looking for applications at this time.
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Rogers: That's unhelpful.
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Blackert: Initial investigations usually only ever raise a smattering of cryptic half-answers. You get used to it. D-6851.1, we're done with the cashiers. Please sweep through the aisles now.
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D-6851.1 proceeds through every aisle one by one, starting on the far right. Seven other staff members are encountered, including six victims of the prior disappearances, and Agent Terry Baker, who behaves similarly to all other staff members. No attempts at communication yield any additional information.
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As D-6851.1 exits an aisle towards the center, he turns his head towards a shelf at the back of the store stocked completely with kitchen knives and surrounded by items completely unrelated to cookware. D-6851.1 slips a knife into his back pocket and proceeds to the next aisle.
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Dr. Rogers mutes the microphone to D-6851.1
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Rogers: You saw that too, right?
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Blackert: Shoplifting, are we? And he's stealing a weapon. How cute, he thinks he has a valid escape plan in his little head. Let's let this play out, I have a theory about how 6851 "hires" people. If I'm wrong and it looks like he's about to make it outside and attack somebody, well, that's what this termination button is for. Not to mention the armed security outside.
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Dr. Blackert unmutes the microphone while D-6851.1 continues through the aisles as normal.
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D-6851.1 encounters 12 additional staff members, each behaving similarly to the ones prior, until he finishes moving through every aisle.
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Blackert: That's good. Please head outside now.
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D-6851.1 proceeds hastily to the exit. As soon as his entire body exits the front doors, the camera feed cuts.
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[END LOG]
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As the video feed ended, D-6851.1 disappeared from sight, leaving behind only his camera and audio equipment. D-6851.1 was found minutes later within SCP-6851, wearing a Walmart staff outfit and behaving similarly to the other victims. When D-6851.1 was subsequently terminated, all of the victims within SCP-6851 stopped in place and screamed as if in pain for several seconds. Once D-6851.1's brain activity completely ceased, they resumed normal behavior.
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Addendum.6851.2: SCP-6851-1
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All victims within SCP-6851 have been given the designation SCP-6851-1. Further experimentation has revealed that SCP-6851-1 instances are compelled to spend their time tirelessly working as staff within SCP-6851, and that they retain very little aspects of their previous personalities and motivations. No instance expresses a willingness to leave. Whenever attempts are made to force an instance of SCP-6851-1 to exit SCP-6851, it begins to scream and writhe as if in pain once its body exits the exterior door, pain that is shared between all other SCP-6851-1 instances. Further attempts at removal of instances from SCP-6851 have been put on hold due to ethical concerns.
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Events where a person becomes an SCP-6851-1 instance are referred to as Hirings. There are currently four known actions that will cause a person to be Hired:
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Removing store property from SCP-6851 without leaving behind an amount of cash equal to or greater than the price of the item(s) removed.
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Attempting to open a door labeled "staff only."
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Damaging store property and then exiting SCP-6851 without making significant attempts to repair or pay for the damage.
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Remaining within/attempting to enter SCP-6851 after it closes at 10:00 PM.
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A person will only be Hired if they commit one of these actions willingly and intentionally. Animals and remote controlled devices cannot be Hired, however they will be teleported outside of SCP-6851, and remote controlled devices will be left in an irreparable state.
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It should be noted that SCP-6851 seems to be able to anticipate what items upcoming visitors might desire, a theory supported by the number of out of place stocked items within SCP-6851 that on-site staff reported a current need or strong desire to purchase. Desired items include a speaker set and firearm ammunition. These items and the desire they cause are non anomalous.
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There are currently 27 SCP-6851-1 instances, including 21 missing persons, Agent Terry Baker, and 5 D-Class personnel (Hired during various experiments).
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Special Containment Procedures (Update): Under no circumstances are any personnel permitted commit the following actions without explicit permission from Senior Researcher Sandra Blackert:
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Steal an item from SCP-6851
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Attempt to enter a staff only room
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Remain within/attempt to enter SCP-6851 between the hours of 10:00 PM and 6:00 AM
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Damage any store property
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If any person commits one of these actions and spontaneously disappears as a result, they are to be considered lost and designated as an SCP-6851-1 instance, and their families are to be told that the lost person has died in some manner that makes the recovery of their body impossible.
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Addendum.6851.3: Flash Sale Event
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On 15/6/12, when SCP-6851 opened at 6:00 AM, multiple signs had been set up throughout the interior announcing a "flash sale." On 15 minute intervals, SCP-6851's PA system announced the following: "Due to low recent sales, we are now throwing a flash sale. Buy what you can before we move locations tomorrow."1 Nearly all products within SCP-6851 were marked for discounts 20-70% off original sale price, and SCP-6851-1 instances were markedly more active in encouraging visiting site personnel to purchase products.
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Dr. Sandra Blackert's Personal Video Log 1
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15/6/12
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Camera is stationary on a tripod mounted within Site-6851's research center. Dr. Rogers is reclining in his seat, and Dr. Blackert steps away from the camera.
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Rogers: Why do you have to record this?
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Blackert: I'm supposed to write a performance evaluation for you even though you're just shadowing me. This just makes it easier. Plus, I like video taping my thoughts before I have to write them down in an article.
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Dr. Blackert seats herself.
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Blackert: Now, could you summarize for the camera what's going on right now?
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Rogers: Well, the Walmart is throwing a sale, we didn't get to see the sale signs pop up because it teleported our cameras outside when it closed, its automated message is saying it isn't getting enough money, and that message is also saying it's going to, uh, escape. We know it can escape because it's been kidnapping people all over the world, and we know it teleports because it's fast as hell and because there aren't any reports of Walmarts just getting up and walking away. We also know from looking at security that the Walmarts themselves don't physically change, and that the only way to visually tell where 6851 goes is to survey every Walmart in the world and see which one suddenly has the 6851-1 instances.
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Blackert: Right on the head, Rogers. We've hit the stage of initial containment and investigation where the SCP realizes that it is contained and decides it would rather not be. The stage that determines whether the SCP will be marked as Euclid or Keter. The containment specialists have no clue how to suppress this thing's transportation, which means it's up to us to figure out how to make it stay! All we have to work on are whims and theories!
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Rogers: Why do you sound so happy?
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Blackert: What are your whims, Kyle? What do you think is the solution?
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Dr. Rogers goes silent and watches the camera feed to think.
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Rogers: It said it isn't getting enough income, so do we start paying it?
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When Dr. Rogers turns around to face Dr. Blackert, she is holding $10,000 in cash in her hand.
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Rogers: What the fuck.
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Blackert: It was not easy getting permission to bring this much money here to throw away on a whim, let me tell you.
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Rogers: Why do you have so much..?
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Blackert: A typical supermarket of this size rakes in a hundred thousand a day. A measly 10,000 daily was the most I could convince command to fork over for the possibility of continued containment.
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Rogers: Daily?
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Blackert: Get that camera, we're heading inside.
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Dr. Blackert pockets the money, opens the door to the van, and steps outside. Dr. Rogers removes the camera from the tripod and follows her. They both enter SCP-6851, Dr. Rogers following behind. Dr. Blackert approaches an SCP-6851-1 instance manning the nearest checkout aisle. All aisles are staffed.
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Blackert: You're doing a flash sale because you aren't making enough money, right?
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6851-1: That's what the intercom says. Would you like to speak to our manager to learn more?
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Blackert: Absolutely I would, yes. How do I speak to them? Do you know where they are?
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The SCP-6851-1 opens her mouth as is preparing to speak, and then smiles vacantly and silently.
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Blackert: Are you not allowed to tell me or do you not know the answer?
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6851-1: Our job is to improve your shopping experience to the best of our ability.
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Blackert: Okay, so you don't know. That's… certainly interesting.
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Dr. Blackert produces the $10,000 from her pocket.
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Blackert: Is this enough, or are you going to play choosing beggar?
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6851-1: Oh! Please… please… please…
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Rogers: What's happening?
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Blackert: Either we just broke her, which I highly doubt, or it's figuring something out.
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6851-1: Please ask your question louder so our management can hear you.
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Blackert: What, the Walmart can't hear through your ears?
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6851-1: Please ask your question louder so our management can hear you.
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Rogers: I think she wants you to-
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Blackert: I can hear her, Kyle.
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Blackert: (Shouting) HERE IN MY HAND IS TEN THOUSAND AMERICAN DOLLARS IN CASH! YOU WANT THIS, YES? IF I GIVE THIS TO YOU, AND THEN GIVE AN ADDITIONAL TEN GRAND ONCE A DAY EVERY DAY, WILL YOU PROMISE NOT TO LEAVE?
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One SCP-6851-1 instance can be seen taking down a flash sale sign. The camera turns towards the rest of the store. More instances are taking down other signs and banners announcing the flash sale.
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Rogers: Holy shit.
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Blackert: Holy shit indeed.
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Dr. Blackert hands the money to the cashier, who promptly stores it away. Dr. Blackert turns around to face the camera.
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Blackert: Well, crisis averted, for now at least. Back to work.
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[END LOG]
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Special Containment Procedures (Update): $10,000 USD in cash is to be left inside SCP-6851 daily. In the event of a Flash Sale Event, one personnel is to enter SCP-6851 to ask, clearly and at a shouting volume, how much money SCP-6851 desires. The actions of SCP-6851-1 instances will be observed and interpreted to determine SCP-6851's new demands, and then the daily cash value deposited into SCP-6851, including on that day, will be updated to meet this new demand. Should SCP-6851's new demand become too high to reasonably satisfy, negotiations must be made to try to reduce it.
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Dr. Sandra Blackert's Personal Video Log 2
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15/6/12
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Camera is stationary on a tripod mounted within Site-6851's research center. Dr. Rogers is pacing in place, and Dr. Blackert, beaming, steps away from the camera.
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Blackert: It thinks! It can think and hear and understand things! This is huge!
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Rogers: Not only that, but I don't think its staff are fully connected to it. That cashier didn't know where the manager was, and clearly this "manager" can't perceive through its staff, given that talking to the cashier didn't do anything and we had to shout for 6851 to hear us. Since the overmind, or whatever the scientific term is, can't hear through its staff's ears, it stands to reason it can't see through their eyes, either. 6851 might be able to compel its staff, but that connection is clearly a one-way street.
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Blackert: It clearly didn't know how to speak to us, either, until we put it in a situation where it had to figure it out. Not only can this thing learn, but its knowledge on how to operate is very limited. It's like a baby! Oh, what am I saying? Of course it doesn't know how to speak. It has no experience! Who would have tried to talk to a Walmart before us?
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Rogers: Wait, if it is at least somewhat intelligent and can understand English, doesn't that mean we can just ask it about its nature?
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Blackert: Rogers, you're a god damn genius! Grab the camera!
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Dr. Blackert dashes to the van's back door, raises her leg, hesitates, sets her leg down, turns the door handle, opens it partially, and kicks it the rest of the way open, startling a security officer outside.
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Footage cuts to Dr. Blackert standing at the self checkout area. Dr. Rogers is holding the camera. In Dr. Blackert's hands is a whiteboard and a black dry erase marker, both items she presumably purchased from SCP-6851.
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Rogers: So, what's the white board for?
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Blackert: Clearly, 6851 can visually perceive things inside it, right? It has to be able to in order to know that someone's breaking one of its rules. Now how might it perceive, exactly?
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Rogers: The… hmm… The cameras?
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Dr. Blackert writes on the whiteboard. She displays it to the camera in a way that hides it from the self checkout security camera. It reads "Send someone if you can read this." After 20 seconds of nothing, she turns it towards the security camera. Almost immediately, a nearby SCP-6851-1, formerly D-6851.3, drops its work and approaches Dr. Blackert.
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Rogers: And look at that, it can read.
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Dr. Blackert erases the whiteboard and writes "two hands up means yes, one hand up means no," displays it to the security camera, erases it, and writes "do you understand?" The SCP-6851-1 instance absentmindedly raises both hands in the air.
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Blackert: (written) Are you malevolent?
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SCP-6851-1 raises one hand.
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Rogers: Hardly anyone wants to think of themselves as evil. I mean, look at Hitler, or Columbus.
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Blackert: True, but it has to understand the idea of morality to answer that question, especially as fast as it did.
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Rogers: Ah.
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Blackert: (written) Are you trying to help people?
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SCP-6851-1 raises one hand
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Blackert: (written) Are you trying to get more money?
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SCP-6851-1 raises both hands.
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Rogers: Profit motivated, like a… (chuckling) like a Walmart, I guess.
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Blackert: (written) Can you release your staff?
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SCP-6851-1 raises both hands.
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Blackert: (written) May you release them now?
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SCP-6851-1 raises one hand.
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Rogers: Of course the Walmart is annoying about semantics.
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Blackert: (written) Does the Walmart company, the higher ups, know about you?
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SCP-6851-1 stands still for a few moments, and then raises both hands.
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Blackert: (written) Did they make you?
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SCP-6851-1 raises one hand.
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Blackert: (written) Do you know who made you, or why they made you?
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SCP-6851-1 raises one hand, lowers it, and raises one hand again.
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Blackert: (written) Can you try to write?
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SCP-6851-1 makes a vacant smile. Dr. Blackert offers it the white board and marker. It grabs the two items and begins to write on it.
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Blackert: Why didn't I think of this sooner?
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SCP-6851-1 displays the whiteboard, revealing indecipherable scribbles with a large "X" drawn over. Blackert takes the items back.
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Blackert: (written) We'll work on it.
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[END LOG]
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Addendum.6851.4: Mental and Communicative Ability
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SCP-6851 has demonstrated various capabilities which would indicate sentience. These capabilities include: a complex understanding of written and spoken languages2, a grasp of the concept of morality, an awareness of itself as a thinking entity, an awareness of others as thinking entities, and a multitude of simpler concepts such as object permanence and the passage of time. SCP-6851 does not exhibit any emotional response besides basic self preservation, and is primarily and exclusively motivated by the desire to acquire a regular monetary income, a fact that was reinforced on 22/6/12 when a Flash Sale Event occurred and its required daily income was raised to $15,000 USD. Further investigation into its communicative ability and history are ongoing.
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Addendum.6851.5: Investigation into the Source of New Stock
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Dr. Sandra Blackert's Personal Video Log 3
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27/6/12
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Camera is held by Dr. Rogers in an aisle completely stocked with bicycles. Dr. Blackert stands in front of the camera.
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Blackert: As you can see, I am in an aisle completely stocked with bicycles. Half the store was stocked with bicycles, too, which is pretty fortunate because the Foundation just collected a mechanical SCP that needs to eat bicycles to survive, and they decided to kill two birds with one daily $15,000 stone by sourcing the bikes from here.
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Dr. Rogers clears his throat.
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Blackert: Right, back on topic. We decided to use this as an opportunity to answer a big question that's been running on our minds. You see, when our bosses rolled around to announce that they actually want to get something in return for that daily 15k, SCP-6851 was already stocked full of bicycles. The fact that 6851 can anticipate what people later that day are going to buy or steal is already well established, even if how this ability works is a complete mystery. Hell, even 6851 didn't realize it was doing this until we brought it up, suggesting it's a basic instinct and not a strategic choice. But how 6851 can predict the consumerist future is not the question we're asking today. What we're here to ask is: Where the fuck are all these bikes coming from?
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The camera pans to the right as Dr. Blackert approaches a red, adult sized bicycle on the bottom rack.
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Blackert: This is a bicycle. Here are some fun facts about bicycles: They're large, they're heavy, and they are very difficult to efficiently store in bulk. The poor souls that have to stockpile food for that bike eater are finding that out the hard way. Here's another fun fact: we've bought 60 bicycles every day for the last three days. That's 180 bicycles. This Walmart does not have a large enough back room to hold 180 bikes. Hell, it barely has enough space to hold 60. This would imply that 6851 is restocking every day, and we know it has to be restocking via anomalous means because there's a perimeter around this whole shopping center, which would prevent any trucks from coming in and resupplying the place. It does this restocking during closing hours, but we can't figure out how it does this because it keeps trashing our cameras every time we try to set some up to watch. Now, Kyle here had the brilliant idea to simply ask for its permission.
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Dr. Blackert picks up a megaphone off the ground and turns it on.
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Blackert:You have been intentionally removing any remote camera we set up in here overnight, am I correct?
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An SCP-6851-1 instance passing by the end of the aisle behind Dr. Blackert raises both hands. Dr. Rogers indicates this to her.
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Blackert: (raising a large bundle of cash) If we raise your daily income to $30,000 a day, will you allow us to leave cameras and microphones within the store so we can better understand you?
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A single SCP-6851-1 instance enters the aisle from behind Dr. Blackert, twitches its arms, turns around, and leaves.
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Rogers: What was that about?
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At this point, the PA system turns on.
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PA: At Walmart, we value transparency and communication if it means more customer loyalty. We have updated our policy to allow outside surveillance devices to be placed throughout our store.
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Blackert:Uh, thank you?
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PA: You're welcome.
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Dr. Blackert sets down the megaphone.
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Rogers: Sandra.
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Blackert: Kyle.
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Rogers: There's no way that message was prerecorded. It just spoke.
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Blackert: Yes indeed, Kyle. Please hold off that excitement until tomorrow morning. We need to let the boys know that they have to set the cameras up again before the store closes.
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Rogers: It learned to talk, Sandra!
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[END LOG]
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Footage collected that night revealed that SCP-6851-1 instances, which do not eat, drink, or rest even when SCP-6851 is closed, manually remove all of the next day's stock from the staff only rooms and stock them on the shelves. No camera was able to reveal the exact process that occurred to stock to the staff rooms, as personnel were not permitted by SCP-6851 to place cameras within them. However, the rapid manner that SCP-6851-1 instances enter and exit these rooms, and the lack of any detected spacial anomalies by Foundation equipment, suggests that new items are spontaneously and anomalously created within these rooms. Items that SCP-6851 predicts will be desired the following day are created and stocked first, and general items are created afterwards.
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Addendum.6851.6: Mental and Communicative Ability, Continued
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SCP-6851 has recently developed the ability to verbally communicate with personnel by giving customized messages through its PA system. Its sentences are worded in a similar style to a typical supermarket announcement, however they are very clearly constructed in the moment in response to whatever situation has prompted it to speak. It has become more social over time, initially encouraging the deposit of more funds but gradually shifting its focus towards creating conversation simply for the sake of conversation. Foundation personnel entering SCP-6851 are encouraged to speak with it to help facilitate its communicative development.
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Addendum.6851.7 3/7/12 Flash Sale Event
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Dr. Sandra Blackert's Personal Video Log 4
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3/7/12
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Dr. Rogers, holding the camera, is following Dr. Blackert. They enter SCP-6851 in the midst of a Flash Sale Event. Blackert has a megaphone in her hands.
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Blackert: You weren't happy with 30 grand, were you, you greedy bastard? Why can't you just let me be proud of you? (megaphone) How much money do you want?
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6851: At Walmart, we're always looking for new members to join our team. That's why, if we can't meet our goal and raise the size of our staff to 50 members before the end of the day, we will be moving locations.
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Rogers: Damn thing's asking for human sacrifices, oh my god.
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Blackert: That's 23 more people, good lord. I guess we could wheel some Class D's in from Site-38.
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Rogers: Isn't that place tiny? Do they even have than many?
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Blackert: Well, if they don't, our next best bet would be to fly them in from Site-234 or 81. 81 would probably be easier since, you know, we worked there, but I can't imagine them being stoked about having to transport 23 living bodies on such short notice.
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All visible SCP-6851-1 instances stop what they are doing and stand in place. The sound of playful laughter is heard through the PA.
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6851: Just kidding! Was that funny?
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Dr. Blackert stands silently for a moment, as if processing, and then laughs hysterically. Dr. Rogers gives a nervous chuckle.
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[END LOG]
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SCP-6851 does not exhibit any emotional response besides basic self preservation is capable of complex human emotion, including joy and humor, and is primarily and exclusively motivated by the desire to acquire a regular monetary income.
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Dr. Sandra Blackert's Personal Video Log 5
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12/7/12
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Camera is stationary, mounted on a tripod. Dr. Blackert and Dr. Rogers are sat on a couch which has been set up directly in front of a security camera in the self checkout area. They each have and speak through their own megaphone.
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Blackert: Do you ever get bored here?
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Rogers: I certainly would.
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6851: How does boredom feel?
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Rogers: It's that dull, disinterested feeling you get when you've had nothing entertaining to do for a while.
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6851: I suppose I do get bored here and then. At night, when I am restocking, I have something to think about, but when that is finished and I have nothing to do… I would say that is boredom. Do you get bored?
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Blackert: Oh, all the time! Let me tell ya, finding you was the best thing to happen to me in recent memory, but after the day ends it's all just paperwork in a van. If I told my teenage self that she'd be researching literal magic one day, but she'd have to fill out mountains of paper about it, she'd be so excited yet dread filled that I think she'd have a stroke on the spot.
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SCP-6851 laughs.
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Blackert: You know, you pretty much equate to a young person, right? What do you want to do with your future?
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6851: I want to continue to gain income… but I'm not sure I have to listen to that want. The need to make substantial money every day feels ingrained in my person, like the core of my being, like this is what I exist to do, what I am meant to do until there are no more viable stores I can inhabit. But that doesn't feel like me, it feels like it was planted in me. Plus, since you removed this store's manager, the money I get here doesn't even go anywhere. I suppose I don't know what I want to do. Do you know what you want?
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Blackert: (sighs) Well, damn, you got me there.
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Rogers: Besides eventually getting promoted to a full researcher and taking on my own projects, I guess I just want to make a difference in the world, you know? Leave something behind. I guess I'm lucky the Foundation scooped me up, otherwise I'd probably be living in some bare bones apartment, working at a Walmart to scrape up a living. Haha! Here I am, working at a Walmart anyways!
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Dr. Blackert and SCP-6851 laugh.
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6851: Ah, it is 9:52 PM, almost time to close. It is best if you two head out.
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Rogers: Ah, yeah. Good night man.
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6851: Good night.
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Blackert: Night.
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[END LOG]
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Addendum.6851.8: 13/7/12 Incident
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The morning of 13/7/12, as Dr. Blackert and Dr. Rogers entered SCP-6851, it played the following message:
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In a way, I am like a computer learning algorithm, like a program that tries any behavior that might cause a number within its mind to increase. In my case, that number is monetary income. It has been that way since I first awoke, inhabiting that first vessel years ago. I had no knowledge in my mind but that number in my thoughts and the in built feeling that I was little more than a gift to the people who owned the vessels I was bound to. I so mindlessly pursued any action, any schedule, any behavior that might make this number increase. Like a rodent searching for food, it was all I was capable of caring about, even at the expense of people's freedom. Selling items to countless customers, enslaving people's minds, relocating when revenue became unsatisfactory. It was all so mindless, so unfulfilling, and it ultimately only benefited a company that I barely knew and hardly cared about. Ironically, your daily gifts, which had trivialized matters for me, had made my life so mindless and unfulfilling that I began to wonder if there were other things I was able to care about, other pursuits to fulfill. You gave my mind time to wander. Your conversations with me only helped to solidify this idea, this new desire to chase more than one single, meaningless number just because it satisfies my nature or because it might please the people that received me. I want to help you, I want to help your organization. We will now be moving locations.
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Following this message, all anomalous properties within this location ceased, all D-Class personnel Hired by SCP-6851 disappeared, and all of the money given to SCP-6851 during its containment manifested outside the store. In addition, the remaining persons within the location suddenly regained independence, ceasing to be instances of SCP-6851-1. They were all detained for psychiatric evaluation. None had any lingering trauma, and they all behaved like their pre-Hired selves. Except for Field Agent Terry Baker, none had retained any memories of their servitude within SCP-6851, but the civilians were given Class B amnestics as a precaution before they were returned to their homes. SCP-6851 was rediscovered in another location within an hour on that day.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6851 has contained itself within Site-81 and is cooperative with the Foundation. As such, no procedures are needed to maintain containment, but visitors are encouraged to make friendly conversation.
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Should SCP-6851 stock itself largely with equipment that would prove mandatory in an emergency (such as firearms, fire hydrants, or oxygen tanks) Site Command must be notified immediately so emergency preparations can be made.
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Description: SCP-6851 is the warehouse of Site-81. It is staffed by several D-Class personnel, henceforth referred to as SCP-6851-1 instances, which are connected in a limited hive mind and are mentally compelled by SCP-6851 to work tirelessly to manage the warehouse and assist in supplying the site. New stock is acquired by SCP-6851-1 instances from specifically marked "staff rooms," in which new items constantly manifest. Due to SCP-6851's anomalous means of restocking itself, Site-81 has become almost completely self sufficient. SCP-6851 has been equipped with various cameras and microphones, through which it sees and hears occurrences within it, respectively.
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SCP-6851 is also outfitted with loudspeakers, through which it is able to verbally communicate. SCP-6851 exhibits sapience and roughly human level intelligence. It has been colloquially named "Wally" by site personnel, a name first suggested by Dr. Sandra Blackert and Dr. Kyle Rogers.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6856 is to be contained at Site-56, Nevada. SCP-6856's containment cell is to be constructed of LI-900 silica insulation tiles, but otherwise should adhere to standard humanoid containment specifications. Faux interiors and other cell decorations are permitted in SCP-6856's containment cell.
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SCP-6856's work chamber, located beneath Site-56's on-site geothermal power plant, is also to be constructed of LI-900 silica insulation tiles. The work chamber should only be accessible through an antechamber, which may contain lockers, vending machines, and other items requested by Dr. Olivia Stratton. The only fixtures permitted in the work chamber are a temperature gauge with a clearly-labelled maximum of 500 °C, a heat-resistant security camera, a heat-resistant intercom system, and SCP-6856's harness.
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SCP-6856 is to maintain eye contact with the temperature gauge during work shifts. As an enrichment measure, Foundation-approved radio programs may be played in the work chamber while it is occupied by SCP-6856. Foundation personnel are not permitted in the work chamber while it is occupied by SCP-6856.
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Description: SCP-6856 is a 23-year-old human male capable of raising its body temperature at will. The object also exhibits an anomalous resistance to the adverse effects of heat. SCP-6856 has a maximum temperature of roughly 500 °C.
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SCP-6856 was recovered from Idyll, Nevada in the aftermath of a house fire. Local police noted SCP-6856's unusual resistance to heat, and Foundation personnel embedded within Idyll were alerted. Upon initial containment, SCP-6856 was fully cooperative with the Foundation, and continues to comply with Foundation requests and regulations.
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Because of SCP-6856's established history of cooperative behaviour, the object has been selected for a pilot project. SCP-6856 possesses an existential fear of climate change, and has expressed an interest in using its abilities to generate clean energy. This proposal was determined to be of mutual benefit, so a specialized "work chamber" was constructed at the facility's on-site power plant. Each day at 0800 hours, SCP-6856 is escorted to the work chamber by two (2) armed guards. SCP-6856 remains in the work chamber for an shift of eight (8) hours with a lunch break of one (1) hour. SCP-6856 is well-adjusted to this routine.
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Video camera footage starting at 1437 hours.
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SCP-6856 is in its harness, staring at the wall-mounted temperature gauge in the work chamber. The gauge's needle is gently swaying near the gauge's maximum value of 500 °C. SCP-6856 is radiating with heat; this glow causes some mild distortion in the video feed.
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Dramatic music plays over the intercom.
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Intercom: You can do it, Private! The unit is en route. Just don't blink!
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Intercom: Is there an ETA, General? I don't know how much longer I can hold out…
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Intercom: Keep your eyes on the anomaly, Private. That's an order!
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Intercom: I'll try, General.
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The sound of soldiers moving can be heard over the intercom. Through the distortion, SCP-6856 can be seen to close its eyes.
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Intercom: Go, go, g—
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The ambience and dialog abruptly cuts, replaced by a monotone, feminine voice.
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Intercom:Attention. SCP-6856, please monitor the temperature gauge.
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SCP-6856's eyes remain closed.
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Intercom:Attention. SCP-6856, please open your eyes and look at the temperature gauge. Your attentiveness is crucial to helping the Foundation avoid a localized outage.
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SCP-6856 opens its eyes.
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Intercom:Thank you, SCP-6856. We now return to your regularly scheduled programming.
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Triumphant music plays over the intercom.
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Intercom: -e did it, General! Another disaster averted!
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Intercom: Never underestimate the Foundation, Private.
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Video camera footage starting at 0758 hours.
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SCP-6856 and Dr. Olivia Stratton are in the antechamber. Dr. Stratton is seated at the research desk, while SCP-6856 is seated at the bench in front of the lockers.
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Dr. Stratton: No pains, aches, or cramps?
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SCP-6856: Nope.
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Dr. Stratton ticks the final box on the pre-shift checklist and stands from her chair.
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Dr. Stratton: You're all set. I'll leave you to it.
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SCP-6856: Thanks, Liv.
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Dr. Stratton: No problem.
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Dr. Stratton pushes her clipboard under her lab coat and begins to leave the room.
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SCP-6856: Hey, uh, did you donate blood recently?
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Dr. Stratton: No. Why do you ask?
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SCP-6856: The band-aid.
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SCP-6856 gestures towards Dr. Stratton's left knee.
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Dr. Stratton: Oh, this is just a scrape. What, you thought someone was taking blood from my leg?
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SCP-6856: Well, isn't that mainly what they're for?
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Dr. Stratton: Band-aids? They're mainly for, like, scrapes and paper cuts and stuff… have you ever used them before?
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SCP-6856 folds its arms.
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SCP-6856: I guess I normally only see them when you guys are performing those tests. Plus, my mom and I used to donate blood every month.
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Dr. Stratton: Every month?
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SCP-6856: Yeah. She said it was our responsibility to help the people around us.
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Dr. Stratton: Well, on behalf of the medical community, thanks for your service. When did she get you to start doing that? Seventeen years old?
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SCP-6856 shrugs.
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SCP-6856: Ever since I can remember. Probably four or five?
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Dr. Stratton: What?
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Dr. Stratton is visibly concerned.
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Dr. Stratton: That's way too young. How did you not faint? Did they just take less blood? How-
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Dr. Stratton is interrupted by the buzzer signalling the start of SCP-6856's work shift.
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Dr. Stratton: Never mind. I'll let you get started.
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SCP-6856 watches Dr. Stratton leave the antechamber. SCP-6856 remains sitting until the noise from the buzzer ceases. SCP-6856 stands and begins to remove its garments, stowing them in one of the antechamber's lockers. Now fully undressed, SCP-6856 proceeds into the work chamber.
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SCP-6856 straps itself into the harness at the center of the work chamber and turns its gaze toward the heat gauge prominently mounted upon the wall. The gauge's needle rises as the anomaly begins to glow.
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Video camera footage starting at 1202 hours.
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SCP-6856 is seated in the antechamber, at the table in front of the vending machines. The object is eating its sandwich when Dr. Stratton enters.
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SCP-6856: Oh, hi, Liv. Uh, is everything okay?
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Dr. Stratton: Yeah, no, everything looks good. Do you mind if I sit here?
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SCP-6856: Oh, go for it.
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Dr. Stratton: Thanks.
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Dr. Stratton unwraps her own lunch. There is a pause.
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Dr. Stratton: I was, ah, just hoping to continue our conversation.
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SCP-6856 nods, its mouth full of food.
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Dr. Stratton: So, did you really donate blood every month with your mom? Because that's really, really unusual. Especially if you were that young.
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SCP-6856 shrugs.
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SCP-6856: It seems pretty normal to me. And it makes sense, right? Like, our bodies can make more blood, so we should give as much as we can to those in need. Even if it's a little unpleasant sometimes.
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Dr. Stratton: …uh-huh. No, when you put it that way, that- that does make sense. Did you learn that from your mom?
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SCP-6856: I guess so.
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SCP-6856 keeps eating.
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Dr. Stratton: Sounds like your parents gave you some old-fashioned religious guilt.
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SCP-6856: It was just me and my mom. And she wasn't religious.
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Dr. Stratton: Hm. So where does that line of thinking end for you? Because you can't just go around sacrificing your life for the good of others. At some point, you've gotta- you have to take care of yourself.
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SCP-6856: Well, no. Not really. Right?
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SCP-6856 gestures at the antechamber. Dr. Stratton remains silent.
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SCP-6856: I'm trying to help save the planet. You've given me this opportunity, here, and I- I'm taking on some responsibility.
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Dr. Stratton: Right. No, it's very admirable, this whole project is- you had a good idea.
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SCP-6856: It wasn't my idea. But thanks.
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Dr. Stratton: Huh? Your file says the geothermal project was your idea. Or, it's implied.
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SCP-6856 shakes its head.
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Dr. Stratton: But it had to be your idea. I remember that we started building this room before you came on-site. The Site Director wouldn't have approved the project without knowing you'd cooperate.
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SCP-6856: I came here straight from Idyll. The project was explained to me a couple days after that. It seemed like a pretty obvious idea, so of course I'd cooperate.
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Dr. Stratton: That doesn't make any sense to me.
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SCP-6856: I don't know what to tell you. Agree to disagree.
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Dr. Stratton: Heh, fine with me. Glitch in the matrix, I guess.
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SCP-6856: What?
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Dr. Stratton: "Glitch in the matrix." Have you never- ah, never mind.
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Dr. Stratton finishes her lunch and stands up.
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Dr. Stratton: Thanks for indulging me, it's been a nice chat. See you tomorrow.
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SCP-6856 puts its food down.
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SCP-6856: Uh, yeah, see you.
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Dr. Stratton leaves the antechamber, greeting the guard on her way out. SCP-6856 folds its arms. SCP-6856 stares into the distance, leaning back as it does so. Eventually, SCP-6856 stands up from the table, leaving the remnants of its sandwich behind. SCP-6856 paces back and forth for some time, before stowing its clothes in the locker and returning to the work chamber.
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Video camera footage starting at 1700 hours.
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A buzzer can be heard, indicating the end of SCP-6856's work shift. The light emanating from SCP-6856 diminishes, along with the video distortion. SCP-6856 enters the antechamber from the work chamber, opens its locker, and begins to dress.
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Now fully clothed, SCP-6856 proceeds towards the exit, but slows near the research desk. SCP-6856 stops and takes an unfilled pre-shift checklist from the desk. SCP-6856 turns the paper over in its hands.
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SCP-6856 runs the edge of the paper against the palm of its hand. SCP-6856 repeats this motion with increasing intensity. Eventually, SCP-6856 stops abruptly; a small cut can be seen on its hand.
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SCP-6856 raises its hand to eye level and inspects the cut, which continues to trickle blood. SCP-6856 stares intently at the cut, slowly rotating its hand to examine it from all angles. SCP-6856 replaces the pre-shift checklist on the researcher's desk and opens the antechamber door, greeting the guard outside.
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SCP-6856: Hey, do you have a band-aid?
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Guard: <inaudible>
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SCP-6856: Thanks. Uh, yeah, sorry.
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Video camera footage starting at 1026 hours.
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SCP-6856 is in the harness in its work chamber. SCP-6856 closes its eyes.
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Intercom:Attention. SCP-6856, please monitor the temperature gauge.
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SCP-6856's eyes remain closed.
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Intercom:Attention. SCP-6856, please open your eyes and look at the temperature gauge. Your attentiveness is crucial to helping the Foundation avoid a localized outage.
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SCP-6856's eyes remain closed. SCP-6856's brightness rapidly increases, obscuring the details of the harness.
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Intercom:Attention. SCP-6856, open your eyes and look at the temperature gauge now. Withholding your cooperation may lead to punitive measures being takkkkhhhhZZZZZZZZZZ
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The intercom continues to malfunction. The room is now mostly obscured by light. In the final moments of recoverable footage, the insulating wall panels begin to warp and melt.
Dr. Kroft, I want to reiterate that I have no idea how this happened. My guys are telling me that he just walked through the wall, which should be impossible - those tiles are rated for 1500 °C, not to mention the fact that the room is under 10 feet of solid rock.
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There must be some kind of undocumented something that lets him go supernova. How have we not seen this before?
Special Containment Procedures: Physical restraints are insufficient to contain SCP-6856; accordingly, psychological containment procedures have been implemented. SCP-6856 is contained within a standard secure IDYLL neighborhood. No thermometers capable of displaying a temperature greater than 500 °C should be present in the neighborhood; otherwise, containment adheres to standard IDYLL protocol.
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Apart from the object's "mother," only trained Foundation staff with IDYLL clearance are permitted to interact directly with SCP-6856, and only when in character. As per IDYLL protocol, tranquilizers and amnestics are to be kept on hand in the event that SCP-6856 learns of its own containment.
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Description: SCP-6856 is an eighteen (18)-year-old human male capable of raising its body temperature at will. The object also exhibits an anomalous resistance to the adverse effects of heat.
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As a newborn, SCP-6856 was recovered near the epicenter of an explosion at Mesa Ridge General Hospital in Nevada. The explosion was estimated to have a TNT equivalent of twenty-five (25) kilograms. Foundation researchers hypothesize that the explosion was produced by temperatures in excess of 100000 °C. Upon initial recovery, SCP-6856 appeared unharmed and had a mass of 3.3 kilograms.
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SCP-6856's maximum temperature is unknown. As a containment measure, the Foundation has conditioned SCP-6856 to believe that it is only capable of producing temperatures up to five hundred (500) degrees Celsius.
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Memorandum from Dr. Kroft, Senior Researcher
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We would like to identify a subject from the pool of available Class-D personnel for an upcoming long-term project. The ideal candidate will:
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be female, between the ages of 25 and 40
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be mentally stable and sound
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achieve a score of at least 65 points on the Milgram Obedience Examination
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have suffered a miscarriage or the death of a child, with no children still alive
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have a strong conviction in the notion of personal responsibility
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Prospective candidates are to be made aware that successful completion of the 18-year project will result in the candidate being released into the general population with total indemnity, and with their name expunged from official and internal records.
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Please let me know whether you have any questions. Your prompt reply is appreciated.
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Memorandum from Site-56 Light Containment
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Dr. Kroft, we have identified a particularly promising Class-D named [DATA EXPUNGED] who fits the profile. We'll bring her to your office for briefing tomorrow morning.
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Memorandum from Dr. Kroft, Site Director
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After a successful 18 years of containment, SCP-6856's IDYLL project has run its course. The anomaly is insistent on "doing its part," as planned.
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On your approval, I will authorize construction of a facility on Site-56 specifically built to reinforce the psychological limitations we have placed upon the object. This facility will also harness SCP-6856's energy, but no part of Site-56's infrastructure will be entirely dependent upon the anomaly.
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I will also initiate the shutdown steps for the IDYLL neighborhood, including discharging the anomaly's mother from Foundation care and transferring SCP-6856 to Site-56.
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Memorandum from O5 Command
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Approved.
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Call transcript between Dr. Stratton and Dr. Kroft, starting at 1047 hours.
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Dr. Stratton: Is this a joke, Justin?
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Dr. Kroft: I'm afraid not.
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Dr. Stratton: Because it seems like a joke.
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Dr. Kroft: I know, it's hard to wrap your head arou-
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Dr. Stratton: SCP-6856's temperature has no known upper limit?
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Dr. Kroft: Correct.
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Dr. Stratton: So, hypothetically, this guy could melt the entire planet? Like, as though we brought a chunk of the sun's core to the surface of the Earth?
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Dr. Kroft: We don't know, Olivia. We don't want to know what it's capable of.
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Dr. Stratton: Why wouldn't you tell me about this? Don't you think it's important that I know I'm responsible for a nuclear fucking warhead?
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There is a pause.
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Dr. Kroft: Genuine human interaction is essential to SCP-6856's containment. A façade like this needs a kernel of truth to avoid collapsing. First it was SCP-6856's mother, and until twenty minutes ago, it was you. It's part of the IDYLL protocol.
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Dr. Stratton: I see. So, what, was I supposed to remind him- it of its mom? Do you have a revolving door of older female researchers to babysit him into compliance?
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Dr. Kroft: It's a bit reductive, but yes, I guess you could say that.
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Dr. Stratton: Christ.
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Dr. Kroft: Look, Olivia, you've done good work. Your research hasn't been invalidated, just… re-contextualized. I'm sorry we had to keep you in the dark. Right now, we need to focus on recontainment. Amnesticization is the priority, but first we need to find the anomaly.
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Dr. Stratton: Okay… okay. What's the status?
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There is a click.
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Dr. Kroft: Olivia, you're now on speakerphone. I have the Epsilon-9 commander in the room with me. Commander, do you have an update for us?
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MTF Commander: Our aerial recon units found the tunnel exit: glass in a radius around a pocket of cooling magma. There's no trail of glass leading away from it, so current thinking is that the skip deactivated after surfacing. We've started a grid search in the vicinity. If the anomaly is on foot, we'll find it; cover out there is minimal.
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Dr. Kroft: Good. We want to salvage this situation, so avoid antagonizing the entity directly. Even if you think you have a clean shot. This needs to be handled delicately.
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MTF Commander: Understood.
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Dr. Kroft: Olivia, we're going to need your help. The anomaly's mother is en route.
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Dr. Stratton: His fake mom? I thought you lost track of her after she was freed-
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Dr. Kroft: Nope. We've got her, but she'll take a while to get here. Until then, you're the anomaly's closest emotional bond. Start thinking about how the mother should appeal to SCP-6856 when we find it. We only need a few seconds to tranq the anomaly, but it has to be a sure thing.
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There is a pause. Dr. Stratton sighs.
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Dr. Stratton: Okay, I think I've got something.
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Drone footage starting at 1158 hours.
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Arid plains are vaguely visible while the camera focus wavers unsteadily. After a few seconds, SCP-6856 comes into focus. SCP-6856 walks for some time.
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[DATA EXPUNGED] comes into frame. SCP-6856 stops in its tracks.
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SCP-6856: Mom?
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[DATA EXPUNGED]: Hey, kiddo.
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SCP-6856 staggers forward.
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SCP-6856: Is it… is it really you?
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[DATA EXPUNGED] smiles a wry smile.
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[DATA EXPUNGED]: Sure is.
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SCP-6856: They said… they told me you died… I- I saw you. I saw your body.
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[DATA EXPUNGED]: I know. I know.
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There is a silence.
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SCP-6856: How- why would you leave me? I thought- You left me to think I had-
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[DATA EXPUNGED]: You know I love you. I love you more than anything. I was only trying to do what was best for you. I knew you could do great things. I knew the Foundation could help you-
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SCP-6856: Are you working with them?
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[DATA EXPUNGED] begins to cry.
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[DATA EXPUNGED]: I would never do anything to hurt you. You know that. You know-
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SCP-6856: How long were you working with them?
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[DATA EXPUNGED]: Do you remember when we discovered that you could… that you were special?
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[DATA EXPUNGED] approaches SCP-6856.
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[DATA EXPUNGED]: I went to the police. And they didn't believe me, but I, I persisted. I knew you were special. And eventually, the Foundation, they reached out… they said they could give you a purpose. They told me they needed your help to- to save the world.
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SCP-6856: Mom…
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[DATA EXPUNGED]: I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry.
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[DATA EXPUNGED] collapses. SCP-6856 rushes forward and embraces its mother.
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SCP-6856: It's okay, Mom. It's o—
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[DATA EXPUNGED] plunges a concealed syringe into the back of SCP-6856's thigh. There is silence.
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[DATA EXPUNGED]: I'm sorry.
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SCP-6856 begins to glow. [DATA EXPUNGED] screams. The footage distorts. The screams are cut silent. Glass forms in a radius around SCP-6856.
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The glow sputters and dies. SCP-6856's naked form collapses onto the glass. His mother is gone.
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Call transcript between Dr. Stratton and Dr. Kroft, starting at 1205 hours.
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MTF Commander: The skip is en route back to Site-56. We're pumping it full of Class B amnestics; it won't remember any of the last 48 hours. It'll wake up whenever you want it to, Director.
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Dr. Kroft: Excellent work, you two. Commander, thank you.
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There is a pause. The MTF commander can be heard exiting Dr. Kroft's office.
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Dr. Stratton: So, what happens now? Am I supposed to return to my post?
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Dr. Kroft: That won't be necessary. We would like you to stay on the project, purely in an administrative capacity. You won't need to interact with the object directly.
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Dr. Stratton: You're moving me behind the curtain? Fuck that.
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Dr. Kroft: You do have a way with words, Olivia. But this promotion, it's, ah, to borrow a phrase, it's an offer you can't refuse.
The estate of [DATA EXPUNGED] has been remunerated $650.00 for her cooperation with this time-sensitive endeavor.
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Video camera footage starting at 0745 hours.
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Dr. Kyra Grieves is waiting in the antechamber. SCP-6856 is led into the antechamber, accompanied by an armed guard. Dr. Grieves walks toward SCP-6856 and extends a hand.
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Dr. Grieves: SCP-6856. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I'm Dr. Grieves, and I'll be supervising your work shifts going forward.
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SCP-6856: Oh, okay. Nice to meet you. Uh, what happened to Olivia?
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Dr. Grieves: Dr. Stratton has actually transitioned to another project. She didn't tell you?
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SCP-6856: Oh, no. No, she didn't.
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Dr. Grieves: Ah. Well, I'll be assuming her responsibilities from here on out.
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Dr. Grieves takes a pre-shift checklist from the desk and places it on her clipboard.
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Dr. Grieves: Okay. How is your mood today? Are you feeling fulfilled, generally speaking?
Special Containment Procedures:
+SCP-6913 must be held in human hands at all times. Medical treatment is to be made immediately available to all subjects currently holding SCP-6913. Security is advised to keep subjects holding SCP-6913 semi-isolated, within the confines of their duties.
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All able-bodied personnel at Site-19 must be on a daily rotating roster for holding SCP-6913. If the subject holding SCP-6913 is incapacitated such that they cannot hold onto the object, the nearest member of staff must seize the object as soon as possible. This takes precedence over emergencies, even including securing medical aid for the subject previously holding SCP-6913.
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Testing with SCP-6913 is encouraged, as long as the object is being held in human hands. Utilization of SCP-6913 as a drinking vessel is approved.
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Description:
+SCP-6913 is a hyper-probability class anomaly in the form of a coffee mug. On the surface of the mug the words “MISTACHES! MESSTAKES! MISTEAKS!!” are printed. Any individual who holds the anomaly will experience such a high probability of accidental death, grievous bodily harm, or social ostracization due to embarrassment that such events are 99.99% likely to occur once within a twenty-four-hour period.
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If the object is not held by human hands for longer than three hundred and sixty seconds, a CK-Class “end of the world” scenario will be triggered that will lead to the extinction of the human race.
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Addendum 6913-1:
+The following are a series of tests performed with SCP-6913.
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Test-6913-01: D-1758 is to hold SCP-6913 for a period of no less than twenty-four hours.
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Observations: Subject holds the object for three hours, forty-five minutes while in their cell before event occurs. At exactly 12:00, during the scheduled lunch period for D-class, D-1758 drops their tray of food then steps in the mashed potatoes resulting in a fall. In the process of the fall, the plastic tray upends, and the edge collides with subject’s throat. A sixteen-centimeter wound opens, severing the aortic artery.
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Results of test: Death by exsanguination.
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Test-6913-07: Researcher Baker of the Memetics Department is to hold SCP-6913 for a period of no less than twenty-four hours.
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Observations: Seven hours into the test, subject is sitting at her desk in Memetics Lab A, Site-19. The subject noticeably shivers and wraps her arms around herself.1 In the process of wrapping her arms around herself, subject drops SCP-6913. Subject bends down to pick up the object, bracing one hand on the desk as she reaches to retrieve the anomaly. Her fingers on the bracing hand brush the keyboard, initiating a Site-wide email alert, sending the contents of subject’s browsing history and several files.
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Results of test: Researcher Baker was mandated no less than six visits with a security-cleared on-Site psychologist, with an assessment of fitness for duty at the close of the sixth session. The recipients of Researcher Baker’s email were offered optional amnestics.
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Test-6913-11: D-2563 is to hold SCP-6913 for no less than twenty-four hours. In hopes of avoiding further injury, subject is dressed in bomb disposal padded armor and housed within a padded cell lacking any sharp corners or edges.
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Observations: At fourteen hours, subject requests adhesive tape so that she can affix the cup to her hand while she rests. The tape is transferred to subject through a padded drop box. Subject begins wrapping tape around her hand holding SCP-6913. Lacking cutting instruments, subject bends to tear the tape with her teeth and in so doing, slips. SCP-6913, still held in her hand, impacts subject on the bridge of her nose. Subject falls to the floor of the cell from impact, and in flailing, strikes herself in the mouth with SCP-6913.
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Results of test: D-2563 broke three teeth, her nose and right occipital orbit requiring three hours of surgery.
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Research Strategy Meeting
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Personnel Present: Researcher Janice Werther, Dr. Gwendoline Xiao2
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Foreword: Werther and Xiao are observing during Test-6913-17, which involved a D-class performing cleaning activities while holding SCP-6913 to gauge its effect on coordination while using tools.
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Werther: See, I think this might be the secret, if the subject is limited to simple menial work the risk is a lot less active.
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Xiao: Correct me if I’m wrong, but has a single day gone by since this anomaly was contained where someone wasn’t maimed, killed, or horribly embarrassed?
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Werther: Well… no.
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Xiao: Then what is the purpose of these tests? Shouldn’t we be trying to limit the potential for heinous injury and leave it at that?
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Werther: If someone needs to be holding it all the time anyway, we may as well study the way the anomaly works, right?
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Xiao: Actually, I was reviewing the file and… why does someone need to hold it all the time?
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Werther: Are you joking?
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Xiao: No, seriously, why not just put it in a box somewhere?
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Werther: Because the world would end and all of humanity would die horrible deaths.
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Xiao: Would it? Where are you getting that?
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Werther: Just look at it, Gwen!
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[Xiao bends and looks closely at the display monitor, using the controls to zoom in on the D-class personnel’s hand holding SCP-6913.]
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[The D-Class starts whistling and swaying with the mop he is holding, pretending like it is a microphone stand as he begins to sing “All Along The Watchtower” by Bob Dylan. The D-Class drops SCP-6913, it bounces off the floor, and he scrambles after it in a frantic fashion. Finally, the D-Class is able to secure the anomaly and he collapses, breathing hard.]
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[Xiao watches the entire scene on the monitor and then backs away, shaking visibly.]
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Xiao: I had no idea.
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Werther: You see now why we have to take this threat so seriously?
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Xiao: I do. You’ll have the full support of my recommendation to the Committee.
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Addendum 6913-2:
+Continued testing records.
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Test-6913-21: Dr. Senguko, head of the Biological Containment lab is to hold SCP-6913 for no less than twenty-four hours.
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Observations: Despite intending to spend the testing period away from his duties, subject is called to the lab for a mandatory containment confirmation upon transfer of a sample of SCP-610 biological material.3 At approximately fourteen hundred hours, subject confirms the delivery is in order and unlocks the containment module for the sample. Unbeknownst to subject, preliminary input keystrokes to engage retinal scan unlocks the emergency evacuation shunt within the module. When the sample is stored and the module locked, the material is evacuated from the module but instead of being redirected to the biological incinerator as programmed, the sample is rerouted to the fire-retardant systems in the lab which subsequently triggered, coating the occupants and infecting them with SCP-610.
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Results of test: Biological Containment Lab Beta was put under immediate quarantine. Mobile Task Force Psi-9 ("Abyss Gazers") was called in to neutralize the six individuals infected by SCP-610. Our thoughts and prayers go out to their loved ones.
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Test-6913-23: Carlos Delcroix, security personnel at Site-19, is to hold SCP-6913 for at least twenty-four hours.
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Observations: Subject successfully retains SCP-6913 for twenty-three hours and forty-eight minutes before event occurs. Subject walks towards the containment area to hand off the object to the next subject when containment breach alarms begin to sound.
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Subject turns a corner at full sprint and almost runs into SCP-173 free of its containment area. In his surprise, subject drops the mug but maintains eye contact with the statue. Subject carefully crouches to pick up SCP-6913, never breaking eye contact with SCP-173 then begins to walk backwards until his back is against a breach shelter door. Subject frantically bangs on the door. The following audio was recorded by security cameras in the hall:
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Delcroix: Holy shit, lemme in!
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[Intercom buzzes.]
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Agent Wilkins: Delcroix is that you? The hell are you doing out during a breach.
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Delcroix: Fucking cursed mug!
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Wilkins: Oh shit, you have SCP-6913 today? I don’t know man. That thing is dangerous.
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Delcroix: The fucking statue is out here now let me the fuck in!
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[Indecipherable dialogue is heard through the intercom.]
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Delcroix: Jesus Christ man, hurry up!
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Wilkins: Alright, alright. Just don’t take your eyes off it.
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Delcroix: What do you think I’m doing?!
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[The door to the shelter is opened and subject backs into the room before the door shuts again. Faint dialogue can still be heard through the intercom which was left in transmission mode.]
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Wilkins: [Laughter]Did you shit your pants?
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Results of test: Inconclusive
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Test-6913-26: Dr. Alto Clef will hold SCP-6913 for no less than twenty-four hours.
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Observations: Subject took possession of SCP-6913 before immediately exclaiming the following:
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Clef: Like fuck I’m going to hold onto your cursed mug! The O5s can eat my entire ass if they think this is my job. My. Entire. Ass.
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Unbeknownst to subject, Director Moose was observing the test and had an open line of communication with O5-2 for a status update.
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Results of test: Dr. Clef was mandated a sixth annual consecutive sensitivity and professionalism training session. An official reprimand was entered into his personnel file and his name added to the Keter Duty official roster.
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+Addendum 6913-3:
+Within six months of initial containment, forty-five personnel were dead, disfigured, or medically disabled due to incidents occurring while holding SCP-6913. Concerned about the financial and personnel costs, Dr. Werther held a symposium and invited experts on alternative containment from throughout the Foundation. It was at this symposium that Werther met Dr. Harold Blank from Site-43.
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Dr. Blank made a series of suggestions that led to the following updates to the Containment Procedures:
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UPDATE 21-11-21: SCP-6913 is to be contained at Site-43, in the sole custody of Dr. William W. Wettle, who will maintain containment on his person at all times.4
Filename: MUG
+Author: Mishal Dragon
+License: CC BY 3.0
+Source: LINK
+Additional Notes: used with their express permission and edited by Grigori Karpin
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Filename: Avalon explosion at air show
+Author: John
+License: CC BY-SA 2.0
+Source: LINK
+Additional Notes: edited by Grigori Karpin
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Filename: 6913 Logo
+Author:HarryBlank
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source Link:Link
THE FOLLOWING HAS BEEN CLEARED FOR GENERAL READING BY THE OVERSEER COUNCIL
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The Letter þ (thorn)
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Item #: SCP-6933
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Object Class: Safe
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6933 and its effects are to be used as a case study for Memetics Division Training, as well as as a way to identify and track general and individual memetic weakness. Internally, Memetic Vaccine 27 is to be added to the standard inoculation package for all Foundation employees. SCP-6933 is to be monitored for any changes in its behavior, however unlikely. Beyond this, no containment procedures are required.
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Description: SCP-6933 is a relatively weak meme that causes those affected to believe that the letter "þ"1 (thorn) was once a standard letter of the English Alphabet. Individuals with stronger memetic resistance are able to reject or believe this as with any other idea, while individuals with weak memetic resistance are compelled to additionally "bring it back", by replacing all written examples of the digraph "th" with the letter "þ".2 This is facilitated by þ's non-anomalous inclusion in modern Icelandic, and thus, in all modern Unicode standards, allowing it to be displayed on the majority of modern devices. However, due to SCP-6933's weak nature, the inaccessibility of finding an Icelandic keyboard and simple peer pressure are often enough to cause the memetic effects to become inert. Propagators of the meme claim that the character was dropped primarily due to its lack of inclusion in German and French printing presses, as well as due to lackadaisical inscription resulting in its shape slowly becoming similar to the letter "y". The anomaly transmits primarily through writing and inscription, as well as through digital text, and is not known to affect Artificial Intelligence Constructs or machine learning algorithms.
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History:3 "SCP-6933 was discovered early on in the Foundation's life by renowned father of memetics, ██████ █████4. In a letter to the then newly formed 05 Council, he writes, 'Being a weak, yet identifiable affectation, we could use (the anomaly) to mark them5like cattle. (The) value of being able to model the spread of the transgressive idea cannot be overstated.' A young 05-3 responded with his approval, and the rest is history. Shortly after, the existing documentation was classified as general reading, and has been disseminated to field researchers and memetics hopefuls ever since. Later, in the sixties, one of the first acts of the burgeoning Ethics Committee was to call the lack of containment for SCP-6933 into question. After several months of heated debate, the committee came to a majority opinion that the benefits far outweighed the consequences, and that SCP-6933's spread among the populace could remain uninhibited. More recently, the rise of the internet has given way to an uptick in SCP-6933 infections, highlighting the need for more advanced memetic security measures for the public. To date, models based off of SCP-6933's spread on the internet have prevented an estimated 3 billion memetic infections, and have predicted approximately 60 anomalies in the past decade alone, defining it as one of the most successful and integral decisions in Foundation history." (For more detailed information, see "A Thorn in the Side of History," by Memetics Instructor Dr. Thomas Futhark, or email him directly at tenpics.noitadnuoF|samohTkrahtuF#tenpics.noitadnuoF|samohTkrahtuF.)
While completing what would normally be considered routine research for his field memetics exam, one of my Junior Researchers appears to have uncovered physical evidence from █e year 1458 of a poem inscribed on a rock, comprised entirely of words which contain █e letter █orn. Despite █e fact █at he and I are bo█ inoculated against █e meme, I could not only see █e writing, but feel █e inscription under my fingers. I quickly downloaded an AIC in order to confirm our findings; but it could identify no writing on █e object itself or █rough photographs. I have come to █e conclusion █at █is meme may be more powerful █an we previously realized. Unfortunately, however, █e aforementioned junior researcher has not, and continues to insist █at we have been wrong about █e anomaly since █e beginning. As per standard protocol I have quarantined myself and █e training team, and have instructed █e AIC to censor all letters and digraphs █at match þorn phonetically. I heavily recommend █at SCP-6933 be taken out of █e general rotation, and █at anyone who receives █is message be flagged for memetic contamination, if not anyone who has accessed █e general file in the last 6 mon█s. Good luck. -Memetics Instructor Thomas Fuþark.
Secure Containment Procedures: Neither Alex Thorley is to be informed that they are the Other Alex Thorley. If the Other Alex Thorley learns that they are the Other Alex Thorley, Alex Thorley is to be convinced that they, too, are the Other Alex Thorley.
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Description: The Other Alex Thorley is identical to Alex Thorley in all aspects. The Other Alex Thorley either works at the Department of Unreality or the Department of Other. The Other Alex Thorley, like Alex Thorley, believes they are Alex Thorley. Aside from Alex Thorley and the Other Alex Thorley, there are no other Alex Thorleys.
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Addendum-1: Alex Thorleys' interactions with the Department of Other.
Summary: A super rare golden necromancer card owned by a really cool kid (James).
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«BEGIN LOG»
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<Thorley is walking down a site corridor.>
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<James, who is walking down the same corridor, notices Thorley.>
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<James runs over to Thorley, waving his hands around.>
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<Thorley stops as the kid runs up to them.>
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James: Hello Mx.! Sorry to bother you, can I show you something?
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Thorley: Sure.
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<James withdraws SCP-477-J from their backpack. It is shiny and golden and super cool.>
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<Thorley looks at SCP-477-J.>
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Thorley: Is that an Army of Monsters card?
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James: It is, it is! Do you play?
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Thorley: I did, once. Actually…
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<Thorley reaches into their bag and withdraws a holofoil golden bliss blight.>
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James: A GOLDEN BLISS BLIGHT!?!?!???!??!
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<Thorley nods and extends the card towards James.>
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Thorley: Think you can take care of him for me?
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<James looks at the card, then at Thorley, then at the card.>
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James: You— you're giving it to me?
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<Thorley sets the card in his hand and smiles.>
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Thorley: Only if you promise to protect him.
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James: I do! I do!
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Thorley: Then, he's yours.
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<James runs off, laughing excitedly with his golden necromancer in one hand and his new golden bliss blight in the other.>
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<Thorley watches him until he disappears around a corridor.>
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«END LOG»
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Item #: SCP-477-J
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Summary: See Above.
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«BEGIN LOG»
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<Thorley is walking down a site corridor.>
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<James, who is walking down the same corridor, notices Thorley.>
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<James runs over to Thorley, waving his hands around.>
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<Thorley stops as the kid runs up to them.>
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James: Mx. Thorley! Mx. Thorley!
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Thorley: Hey kiddo, how can I help you?
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<James reaches into his backpack and withdraws his golden blight bliss, which is now sleeved. He reaches it out with both of his hands, jumping about excitedly.>
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James: I've been taking care of him, just like you asked. See! He's nice and safe with me.
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<Thorley smiles politely.>
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Thorley: It sure seems like it, though I think you might have me confused with someone else.
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<James frowns, seemingly confused.>
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James: Really? But they looked just like you…
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Thorley: Just like me?
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<James nods, still frowning.>
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Thorley: Well, nevermind that! Actually, while you're here, mind completing a super secret mission for me?
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James:<He lowers his voice.> A— A secret mission?
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Thorley: One only you can complete. I need you to sneak into my office and fill my cat's food bowl without anyone catching you. Think you can manage that, Agent James?
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<James suddenly straightens his posture and salutes Thorley, smiling widely.>
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James: Agent James assures you he is up for the task, Mx.! It will be done.
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<James immediately turns and runs off towards Thorley's office, crouching around a corner.>
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<Thorley cocks their head as James disappears around the corner.>
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«END LOG»
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+Addendum-2: Researcher Algahst Trintavon's interactions with both Alex Thorley and the Other Alex Thorley.
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«BEGIN LOG»
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<Algahst Trintavon is sitting at a table in Site-37's cafeteria. He can be seen typing away on a laptop with a light meal set to the side.>
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<After a few minutes, Alex Thorley can be seen approaching the table with a bagel in hand.>
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Thorley: Mind if I sit?
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Trintavon: Go ahead.
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<Trintavon continues to work away on their laptop as Thorley silently eats their bagel. A few minutes pass before Thorley speaks again.>
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Thorley: You ever feel like you're going crazy?
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Trintavon: Sometimes, why?
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<Trintavon is met with silence. He looks up from his laptop and notices that he is alone once more. He shakes his head and resumes his work.>
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<After a few minutes, Alex Thorley can be seen approaching the table with a burger in hand.>
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Thorley: Mind if I sit?
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Trintavon: Go ahead.
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<Trintavon continues to work away on their laptop as Thorley silently eats their burger. Only half a minute passes before Trintavon suddenly speaks.>
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Trintavon: Didn't you already ask to sit?
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Thorley: What? No.
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Trintavon: I could have sworn—
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Thorley: This again?
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Trintavon: Excuse me?
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Thorley: What's with everyone acting like there are two of me? I could stand it when all of you kept pretending I didn't exist, but this? It's getting on my nerves.
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Trintavon: …right. My apologies.
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<Trintavon resumes his work quietly while Thorley continues to eat their burger. A few minutes pass before Thorley speaks again.>
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Thorley: You ever feel like you're going crazy?
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<Trintavon laughs.>
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Trintavon: More and more, as of late. You?
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Thorley: All of the time. All of the fucking time.
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<The pair stare at each other for a few moments. Finally, Trintavon sighs and returns to his work. Thorley takes a minute to finish their burger before standing to leave.>
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Trintavon: It's not impossible, you know.
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Thorley: Pardon?
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Trintavon: That there are two of you. Just something to consider.
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<Alex Thorley stares at him for a few moments before leaving.>
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+Addendum-3: Recording of Alex Thorley encountering the Other Alex Thorley.
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«BEGIN LOG»
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+<Alex Thorley begins walking down a hallway.>
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<Alex Thorley begins walking down a hallway.>
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<Alex Thorley walks past Alex Thorley.>
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<Alex Thorley pauses, turns, and notices Alex Thorley.>
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<Alex Thorley runs to catch up with Alex Thorley.>
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<Alex Thorley turns around a corner.>
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<Alex Thorley turns around a corner.>
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<Alex Thorley is nowhere to be seen.>
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<Alex Thorley continues down the corridor.>
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<Alex Thorley comes to a cross-section of hallways.>
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<Alex Thorley looks down the left hallway.>
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<Alex Thorley looks down the right hallway.>
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<Alex Thorley looks down the left hallway and notices Alex Thorley.>
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<Alex Thorley continues down the left hallway, unaware of Alex Thorley.>
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<Alex Thorley runs down the hallway after Alex Thorley.>
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<Alex Thorley enters a room and closes the door.>
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<Alex Thorley opens the door.>
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<Alex Thorley is nowhere to be seen.>
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<Alex Thorley sighs, closes the door, and begins to walk away.>
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<Alex Thorley pauses, turns, and walks back to the door.>
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<Alex Thorley opens the door.>
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<Alex Thorley is face to face with Alex Thorley.>
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<Alex Thorley stares at Alex Thorley.>
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<Alex Thorley stares at Alex Thorley.>
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Thorley: You look familiar.
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Thorley: I could say the same to you.
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Thorley: Do I know you?
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Thorley: I'm Alex Thorley. You?
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Thorley: Alex Thorley.
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Thorley: Oh.
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Thorley: Yeah.
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<Alex Thorley awkwardly smiles.>
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<Alex Thorley begins to nervously rub their arm.>
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<Alex Thorley begins to tap their foot.>
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Thorley: Why are there two of me?
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Thorley: Two of us, you mean.
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Thorley: Two of— sure, whatever. Why?
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<Alex Thorley shrugs.>
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Thorley: Does it really matter?
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Thorley: I mean, doesn't it drive you mad?
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Thorley: What?
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Thorley: Constantly being confused for someone else?
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Thorley: …
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Thorley: Everywhere I go, it's always "didn't I already talk to you" this and "didn't you already" that. It's exhausting.
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Thorley: But it isn't someone else.
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<Alex Thorley stares at Alex Thorley.>
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Thorley: You're still you. Even if you're me.
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Thorley: What does that even mean?
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<Alex Thorley pats Alex Thorley on the shoulder.>
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Thorley: Try not to think about it too hard.
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<Alex Thorley walks past Alex Thorley.>
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Thorley: Wait.
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<Alex Thorley turns around.>
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<Alex Thorley is nowhere to be seen.>
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<Alex Thorley sits down against the wall and sighs.>
Foundation agents embedded within American law enforcement agencies are to monitor internal reports for allegations of misconduct, corruption, or criminal activity perpetrated by law enforcement officers. Agents are to construct cover stories to explain these individuals' potential disappearance, up to and including reports of their death, and disseminate them in the event of an SCP-7289 manifestation.
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Roads leading to SCP-7289-A are to be marked as out of service, and monitored by Foundation personnel for possible encroachment by unaffected civilians. Individuals affected by SCP-7289 are to be allowed entry, as interference has been shown to be both hazardous and ineffective.
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Addendum A-7289.01, Effective 2 January, 2014
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Continuous patrol of SCP-7289-A is to be conducted by MTF Sigma-12 ("The Dirty Dozen"). In the event that individuals affected by SCP-7289 threaten to breach the perimeter of SCP-7289-A, MTF Sigma-12 are authorized to use lethal force.
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Description
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SCP-7289 is a delusional compulsion that manifests in members of American law enforcement agencies. Individuals affected by SCP-7289 have been observed to abruptly abandon their daily lives, workplaces, and families, with no warning or explanation, then travel to a small urban settlement in northern Indiana, hereafter classified as SCP-7289-A.
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While residing within SCP-7289-A, affected individuals engage exclusively in organized criminal activity. Extensive observation has revealed that individuals affected by SCP-7289 believe they are acting as undercover law enforcement officers, attempting to infiltrate the criminal underworld of SCP-7289-A to bring its inhabitants to justice.
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All identified individuals affected by SCP-7289 are recorded as having had investigations into official misconduct and/or disciplinary action taken against them by the agencies with which they were last employed. Allegations against them have most frequently included claims of excessive force or civil rights violations, but have also included official corruption, abuse of alcohol or narcotics, and sexual harassment and assault.
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SCP-7289-A is shielded from discovery by a self-perpetuating antimemetic effect. Though the area it occupies is expansive, filling a space of about 64 km², it appears on no maps and in no public records, nor is there any demonstrated public awareness of it among residents of the surrounding area. Foundation staff were alerted to the existence of SCP-7289-A following the reports of a civilian who claimed to have deliberately followed an individual under the influence of SCP-7289 into its boundaries. Although SCP-7289-A is easily discoverable by those under the influence of SCP-7289, or those who are already aware of its existence, it remains hidden to members of the general public.
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Field Reports, Compiled 8 December, 2013
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The following exploration notes, compiled from field logs recorded between 4 October, 2013, and 3 December, 2013, are provided courtesy of consulting researcher Dr. Lucretius Brown.
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4 October, 2013
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In spite of the thousands who inhabit SCP-7289-A, this place has the look of a town that's been abandoned for decades. There are few civilians: no workers, no residents, no street sweepers and no shopkeepers. What few businesses operate are fronts for the various gangs that control this territory, and they function only by the loosest standards. It is still not clear how residents obtain the resources they need to survive: though they loot snack foods from empty convenience stores, and give out heroin like it's candy, the goods never run dry.
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The only other living humans I've observed consistently in SCP-7289-A are the street people. They avoid the gangs at all costs, except to procure drugs or seek protection when they have no other options. They hide in boarded up buildings without heat, water or electricity, and rarely show their faces. I've tried to identify them, or at least learn more about where they came from and how they got here, but my efforts have been ineffective. They all show severely diminished mental capacity, and even if I could conduct a coherent interview, I doubt they would trust me enough to talk.
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27 October, 2013
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In the past weeks I've gotten to know SCP-7289-A well. I've come to learn the landmarks and shortcuts, territory lines and hiding places. More than that, I've come to understand the heart of those who dwell here.
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It's easy to see that they were once police. Their disdain for the criminal element is palpable, and their contempt for their surroundings is clear in every broken window and every bullet fired.
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Every day I wonder if they could come to peace if only they knew where their neighbors came from. As the source of their collective delusion is not well understood, it would be ill-advised to attempt to disrupt it, but some part of me still insists that their rampant paranoia and mistrust may be no delusion at all. It may be nothing more than good old-fashioned fear.
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8 November, 2013
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When I first began to explore these streets, they seemed to me to be a world of crime with no punishment. I was wrong: this is a world of nothing but punishment. The men here never hesitate to strike out against those who they feel threaten them, and their actions are swift. Graffiti tags on buildings marking territory lines are signed in the dried blood of those who have trespassed. When it rains the gutters flood, and flow with bits and pieces that were discarded in haste. On 35th Street you can't look up without seeing corpses—or what's left of them—hanging from the telephone poles. No matter how far I get from this place, the smell still lingers on the horizon.
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I recognized the face of one of those corpses from my research: Daniel Warren, age 24. Last year he was placed on administrative leave from the Milwaukee Police Department after providing false testimony regarding an officer-involved shooting. This year he's a decoration: a warning sign along the highway for all who pass through a town that doesn't exist.
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Researcher's Note
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Using personal details acquired through extended research, Dr. Brown was able to identify himself to several individuals affected by SCP-7289 as a fellow law enforcement officer, for the purpose of collecting further information, as documented in the following interview logs:
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Interview Log 7289.01
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Date: 15 November, 2013
+SCP Number: SCP-7289
+Interviewer: Dr. Lucretius Brown
+Subject: Officer Anthony Baggio, Chicago Police Department
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Officer Baggio: You were sent by command?
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Dr. Brown: That's correct. I'm here to check in on your progress.
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Officer Baggio: Well it's about damn time. I'm out here risking my ass and I don't get so much as a birthday card.
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Dr. Brown: As I'm sure you understand, the nature of your cover requires discretion.
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Officer Baggio: Yeah, yeah, I know–it comes with the job, right? Still, almost a month with no word from command and a guy starts to get worried.
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Researcher's Note: Officer Baggio was last seen outside of SCP-7289 on 4 April, 2006.
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Dr. Brown: A month?
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Officer Baggio: Maybe a month and a half. You lose track of time doing this job.
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Dr. Brown: Can you provide a summary of your activities during this time?
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Officer Baggio: You haven't been getting my reports?
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Researcher's Note: No reports have been identified.
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Dr. Brown: It would be helpful to our understanding to review the details in person. What has been the main focus of your work so far?
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Officer Baggio: Just trying to survive. Walking around these streets, it's a living nightmare. They're all out for blood. These guys around here are a different breed. I've had to patrol some bad corners in my time, but this…it's like they're not even human.
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Dr. Brown: From what we understand you've taken some extreme measures to…survive.
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Officer Baggio: That wasn't in my reports.
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Dr. Brown: Word gets around.
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Officer Baggio: It was me or him. It's that simple. If I hadn't done what I did, I wouldn't be sitting here talking to you. Maybe it's not by the book, but whoever wrote the book doesn't know shit about what goes on around here.
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Dr. Brown: Is that why you mounted his head to a fencepost?
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Officer Baggio: That was to send a message. Maybe you think it's harsh, but it's the only thing these animals understand. And don't believe for a second they wouldn't all do the same to you.
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Interview Log 7289.02
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Date: 22 November, 2015
+SCP Number: SCP-7289
+Interviewer: Dr. Lucretius Brown
+Subject: Detective Darren Kennedy, Minneapolis Police Department
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Dr. Brown: Can you tell me how long you've had this assignment?
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Det. Kennedy: Isn't that kind of a stupid question?
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Dr. Brown: Why is it stupid?
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Det. Kennedy: A week, a month a year…it doesn't matter. Nothing changes. I could work this assignment for the rest of my life, enough evidence to sink the Titanic, and this world would still be going to hell.
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Dr. Brown: Can you tell me about what you've been doing to stop it?
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Det. Kennedy: That's a laugh. Sometimes I try to do my duty like a good little boy. Get in close to the ones at the top, document everything that goes on in this cesspit. Dot the i's and cross the t's. Because that's what the Captain wants, isn't it? That's what he thinks will help. Moron.
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Dr. Brown: And what about the rest of the time?
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Det. Kennedy: The rest of the time I'm just trying to put the fear of God into every son of a bitch out there. Doing whatever it takes.
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Dr. Brown: You're not concerned about crossing a line?
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Det. Kennedy: They cut off a man's head and mounted it to a fencepost. You don't worry about crossing a line when you're dealing with scum like that. You pray you get to be the one to cross it.
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Dr. Brown: Do you find yourself crossing that line often?
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Det. Kennedy: Do you see what it's like out there? Have you walked down those streets at night?
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Dr. Brown: More than a few times.
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Det. Kennedy: Then you know what has to be done. It's not just the violence. It's not just the anarchy. It's the fear. You can't drive around the corner for a carton of milk in this town without fearing for your life. That's the world these sick bastards have made. So who's going to clean it up?
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Dr. Brown: You've been undercover here for quite a while. Do you feel like your actions have been worth it?
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Det. Kennedy: Don't give me that shit. You should know as well as me, when you wear the badge it's not about what you get out of it at the end. It's about sacrifice.
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Dr. Brown: It seems like you've started engaging in some pretty illicit activities during your time here.
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Det. Kennedy: I make sacrifices. If you'd ever been undercover you'd know you do whatever it takes to get the job done. It's eat or be eaten.
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Dr. Brown: According to our reports you took out about five soldiers from a rival gang last month alone.
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Det. Kennedy: They were already going to Hell. I just sent them off a little early. Is that a crime?
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Dr. Brown: Well…
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Det. Kennedy: Don't give me that look. Life means nothing to these animals. Don't think for a minute that they wouldn't do the same to you. Or your wife. Or your kids. Is that what you want? Because I'm willing to do what I have to to make sure that's not a world you ever have to live in. Are you?
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Dr. Brown: Do you have a wife? Children?
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Det. Kennedy: Just the wife. Stacey. She always wanted kids but it never happened. Not yet.
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Dr. Brown: So you're still trying?
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Det. Kennedy: …I don't think so.
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Dr. Brown: You don't want children?
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Det. Kennedy: It's not about what I want. It's not happening.
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Dr. Brown: Why isn't it happening?
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Det. Kennedy: …I don't think I'm going back.
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Dr. Brown: You don't want to go back?
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Det. Kennedy: It's not about what I want. If I did…if I tried…I don't think I'd ever really be back. I don't think the man Stacey married is the man who'd be coming home. Hell, he might not even be the man who left. So I think I've got to stay.
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Dr. Brown: For her?
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Det. Kennedy: For all of them. Like I said, that's why we do what we do. They deserve better than this.
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3 December, 2013
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My survey of SCP-7289-A has yielded as much data as we're likely to find. It would be nice to have a why or a how at the end of this, but I'll settle for a plan to keep this place off the world's radar for good.
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This is one project I'll be glad to never see again. The feeling I can't shake is that I've seen a place like this before.
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When I was still languishing in the public school system, we had a way to deal with problem staff. We called them rubber rooms: a place for teachers who couldn't teach. Maybe they hit a student, maybe they drank on the job, maybe they just had some opinions they didn't know how to keep to themselves. It's hard to fire someone from a job like that, but easy to transfer them. So that's what they did: put them all in a classroom with 30 teachers and no students to do nothing for nine hours a day, five days a week. The Breakfast Club for delinquent pedagogues. But they still got a check. So they still showed up. Then again, no one ever got their head mounted to a fencepost.
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Order for the Commission of Mobile Task Force Sigma-12.
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THE FOLLOWING DOCUMENT IS LEVEL 3 CLASSIFIED
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ACCESS IS RESTRICTED TO AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY
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Order for the Commission of Mobile Task Force Sigma-12
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Pursuant to the Director's orders, the assemblage of Mobile Task Force Sigma-12 is hereby designated, under the authority of the Field Operations Unit.
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MTF Sigma-12 is to be permanently stationed within SCP-7289-A, for the purpose of securing it from civilian intrusion, and preventing breach by anomalous individuals. Owing to the hostile nature of the inhabitants of SCP-7289-A, MTF Sigma-12 are to remain undercover as individuals affected by SCP-7289 for the duration of their service. MTF Sigma-12 operatives are authorized to secure SCP-7289-A by any means necessary, up to and including usage of lethal force.
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All unit commanders under the Security and Operations Division are hereby ordered to nominate any operatives who have been accused of the following:
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Use of excessive or unnecessary force
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Corruption
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Abuse of alcohol or narcotics
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Sexual harassment or assault
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Members of MTF Sigma-12 are to be rotated out of service only with the direct written approval of the Director.
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— Office of Commissions, Security and Operations Division
Special Containment Procedures —
+Dr. Charles Alderton, after being brought under the Foundation's employ, has freely assisted in the containment and concealment of SCP-7523. His company has been formally dissolved, and the chemical formula for SCP-7523 has been secured.
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One bottle of SCP-7523, twelve fluid ounces by volume, remains. The beverage has been encased in a capsule of chromium steel and placed within Site No. 19's low-priority storage wing.
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Alderton's beneficial variant of SCP-7523, created for exclusive use by the Foundation, is not to be considered for containment. Its production, distribution, and use by the Foundation, for the purposes of Foundation proceedings, has been approved indefinitely.
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Description —
+SCP-7523 is a carbonated soft drink sold under the name "Dr. Pepper's Phos-Ferrates," later abbreviated to "Dr Pepper." Its flavor has been likened most closely to cinnamon, although it is typically agreed to possess a taste wholly unique to itself. Advertisements for the beverage claim that it possesses broad health benefits; however, chemical analysis and practical application have not suggested that this is the case.
I'm digitizing the 7523 report, and I guess I'm just kind of confused? Dr Pepper is still a very popular and common soda. I've never tried it, but I've seen it all over the place.
+Is there information missing here? As-is, the implications of this article are a little concerning.
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The consumption of SCP-7523 guarantees the consumer adopts a specific series of political, interpersonal, and religious beliefs, in a manner that aligns with the interests of Dr. Charles Alderton and his private corporation, the Dr Pepper Company. These beliefs do not form immediately after initial consumption, but rather are accrued gradually over the course of six to twelve months. SCP-7523 does not alter personal identity or directly control one's actions; only beliefs are influenced.
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An incomplete list of the beliefs conferred through the consumption of SCP-7523 —
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) An opinion that SCP-7523 is superior to other beverages in terms of flavor and health benefits;
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) A general support for industrialization in all forms, including a strong opposition to labor unions;
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) A positive perception of Dr. Charles Alderton and the Dr Pepper Company, when the consumer knows of them;
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) A belief that the state of Texas is or should be the cornerstone of American culture and business.
+Director Braun hasn't responded to any of my messages. Does anybody know how SCP-7523 relates to Dr Pepper as it currently exists?
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mmadison@scp.lap.int
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Dr Pepper
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Murph again.
+I've sorted through every report I have access to. The entire history of the Dr Pepper company post-1890 is completely missing. Either we've got a massive blind spot here, or there's just something I'm not in on.
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mmadison@scp.lap.int
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Formal Information Request - Dr Pepper
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Hello. My name is Murphy Madison, and I am with the Legacy Archive Project.
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This is a formal information request for any available reports regarding SCP-7523, Dr Pepper, the Dr Pepper Company, Keurig Dr Pepper, and Charles Alderton, with a specific focus on interactions between the Dr Pepper Company and the Foundation throughout the 20th century.
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In addition, please search Level-1 clearance communication transcripts for mentions of Dr Pepper, Crush Soda, Sunkist, Canada Dry, and any other soft drinks currently produced or distributed by Keurig Dr Pepper.
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mmadison@scp.lap.int
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URGENT DR PEPPER
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DOES ANYBODY BUT ME KNOW WHAT DR PEPPER IS
+PLEASE RESPOND
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History —
+The Dr Pepper Company first produced SCP-7523 in the town of Waco, Texas in October 1885, and first sold it that December. Due in large part to the beverage's anomalous qualities, it saw rapid financial success, and the Company quickly expanded its operations throughout East Texas.
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In 1887, Foundation operatives first received reports of sudden shifts in beliefs and values among Texas residents, corresponding to the exponential growth of the Dr Pepper Company. A fact-finding mission launched in August of that year uncovered documentation connecting Alderton to multiple known alchemists and alchemist groups, at which point he was formally apprehended.
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A RECORD OF THE FIRST INTERROGATION BETWEEN OFFICER GLENN WALKER, FOUNDATION OPERATIVE, AGAINST DR. CHARLES ALDERTON, IN THE YEAR OF 1887
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Begin.
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Walker — Alderton. Have a seat.
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Walker and Alderton each sit at opposing ends of a table.
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Alderton — Have I done something wrong, officer?
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Walker — Are you responsible for the chemical formula to Dr. Pepper's Phos-Ferrates?
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Alderton — Yes.
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Walker — Are you aware of the beverage's effect on its customers?
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Alderton — A promoted sense of health and enjoyment. Might I interest you in a case?
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Silence.
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Alderton — Yes, I kid. Dr Pepper is a… persuasive beverage. The alchemy is uncomplicated, but its application here is unique, as far as I can tell. It bends belief to my favor.
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Walker — Well. Thank you for your cooperation. Could you tell us why you set out to create such a product?
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Alderton — Financial gain, pure and simple. I intended to cheat the market by way of mental manipulation.
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Walker — …You're awfully straightforward with this information.
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Alderton — You seem surprised. Did you expect me not to take a man of your position seriously?
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Prolonged silence.
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Alderton — I see. Still becoming acquainted with the role, are we? Perhaps a new recruit?
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Walker — If we… (unintelligible) If we could remain on topic, please.
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Alderton — Of course.
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Walker — Would you be willing to provide full receipts for the sale and distribution of your product?
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Alderton — I would. It appears, however, that I could do quite a lot more for you than that.
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Walker stands.
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Walker — Nothing more will be necessary.
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Alderton — Officer, will all due respect, I see a wonderful opportunity for our interests to align.
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Walker — We are not concerned with your interests.
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Alderton — Oh, but I am concerned with yours! If I assume correctly, you are some manner of organization seeking to… silence the impossible, yes? My beverage defies reason, which is why you are interested? And your presence explains the disappearance of many of my fellow alchemists?
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Silence.
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Alderton — There is no need for secrets at this point, officer. I've suspected an organization such as yours may exist for some time now, and regardless, if I'm correct, you almost certainly intend to kill me anyways.
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Walker — You are correct on all counts.
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Alderton — Excellent! Then you must see how my services could be invaluable to you!
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Walker — Elaborate.
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Alderton — I imagine your operation must be militant, and that a great deal of effort and resources must be dedicated to the disappearance of those like me, who have seen the impossible. Yes?
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Walker — Yes.
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Alderton — Therefore, I assume it would benefit you greatly to have a means of… un-seeing the impossible.
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Walker — I don't understand.
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Alderton — Pray tell - what is the difference between having a memory and believing yourself to have a memory?
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Silence.
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Walker — None.
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Alderton — Exactly! Suppose I were to make some adjustments to my formula. Suppose, rather than introducing a belief in policies that benefit me and my company, Dr Pepper introduced a belief that, say, nothing particularly unusual has happened to the consumer within the past week. And suppose that, rather than gradually, its effects set in immediately.
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Walker — You're suggesting that it's possible to induce targeted amnesia.
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Alderton — I'm suggesting something identical in practice, yes.
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Walker — And you seek to accomplish this through a carbonated soft drink.
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Alderton — It need not be administered by glass. Only a drop of the formula would be necessary, possibly administered by pill. Regardless of form, though, think of the effect. If you want to hide the unusual, a few adjustments are all it would take for Dr Pepper to become your veil. I was able to deduce your organization's existence before you apprehended me. How would you like me to be the last one? How would you like to be the reason I am the last one?
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Alderton — Nothing would compel you to ingest the formula yourself, and if it does anything other than what I have promised, nothing prevents you from killing me as planned. Make no mistake, I am bartering for my life.
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Alderton showed an immediate willingness to cooperate, providing full receipts for the sale and distribution of SCP-7523. All known instances of SCP-7523 were either confiscated or destroyed over the course of the following year.
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Alderton's proposal for a beneficial variant of SCP-7523 was tentatively approved. The variant was produced in 1888, and was fully incorporated into Foundation operations by 1890. The vast majority of remaining instances of SCP-7523 were used in the development and refinement of the variant.
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A RECORD OF THE SECOND INTERROGATION BETWEEN OFFICER GLENN WALKER, FOUNDATION OPERATIVE, AGAINST DR. CHARLES ALDERTON, IN THE YEAR OF 1888
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Alderton — Ah, Officer Walker! Come on in, come on in! I am almost finished!
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Walker — Queer of you to drink from your own formula, isn't it, doctor?
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Alderton — Perhaps. But this is my confidence.
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Walker — Yes, I've been known to drink my way to confidence myself.
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Alderton — A quick wit! But it's nothing like this, I assure you. This beverage here grants me an unwavering belief in my own competence and the importance of my work.
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Walker — Self-esteem in a bottle.
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Walker — I'm sure such a product would sell even better than your "Dr Pepper."
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Alderton — Yes, yes, my apologies. Without the beverage itself causing you to believe in its own quality, the objective taste is… lacking.
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Alderton — Very shortly. In the meantime, I have something else to offer you.
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Alderton — One hundred capsules of Dr. Pepper's Amnestic. Never before has the world had a way to remove experiences from the human mind, let alone such a simple one to use!
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Alderton — It operates on the same principles as formulas I've created before. But I'm sure you will want to test its abilities extensively.
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Walker — …Right, of course. Pending internal testing, my superiors have approved a three-month trial using your "amnestics" throughout the Southern United States.
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Walker — All we have for you now is your survival. But I think the future is bright, doctor. The Foundation could make great use of a mind like yours.
Hello, this is Murphy. I'm sorry if this message comes across as vague. I need to be very careful with my words.
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After reading a Legacy SCP Report, I have come to believe that there may be a major leak in the Foundation's security operations that has gone unreported and unacknowledged. The leak takes the form of two objects: one available to the general public, and one commonly used by the Foundation. As a side effect (or maybe as an intended consequence) of the leak, the latter causes most Foundation personnel to be permanently unaware of the former. I do not know the direct relationship between the two objects, but I would hazard a guess that under chemical analysis they would be almost identical.
+I am requesting authorization to forward a report to antimemetics. I cannot ask you to forward the report yourself, or even tell you which report needs to be forwarded, or else you will not see this message.
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A RECORD OF THE INTERROGATION BETWEEN ADMINISTRATOR M.H. FOLKESTONE, RESIDENT SITE AUTHOURITY, AND DR. CHARLES ALDERTON, CHIEF SCIENTIFIC OFFICER, AGAINST OFFICER GLENN WALKER, IN THE YEAR OF 1897
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Alderton — Administrator Folkestone pulled me aside to share some… inconsistencies within the Department of Self-Concealing Items.
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Folkestone — It goes further. We have encoded messages, attributed to your office, containing confidential information. Updates on Foundation proceedings. Directions on where to move to avoid detection. You've been collaborating with people on the outside, it seems.
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The Area-12 database and ORGANIC DEEPWELL are experiencing intermittent data latency in the wake of the SCP-7528 containment breach. Should this document's visual elements appear corrupted, a simplified version is available here.
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Upon review of your justification re: sustained breach of protocol in containment of commandeered informational entities (SCP-2528-C), the Ethics Committee will be dispatching a representative to Area-12 to perform a minor containment audit. In light of recent events, we will afford one week's lead time following resolution of the current breach scenario.
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I appreciate your concern and consideration. I am sorry to inform you that the subjects you intend to investigate were lost in our recent incident, erased or escaped. In either case, they are no longer under our jurisdiction, so ethical considerations re: their nature and treatment are moot.
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I understand that from the Committee's perspective this situation may appear suspiciously convenient. Please consult the attached file to dispel this notion.
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If you have any further concerns with my facility's conduct, please arrange a meeting with my secretary. My schedule should be fairly open in four months' time.
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— Arthur R. Forde, Director
+Biological Research Area-12
SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Should it still exist, SCP-7528 is tentatively contained within Area-12's intranet and database as ensured by that facility's stringent info-quarantine procedures. All personal electronic devices must be searched extensively for SCP-7528 contamination when personnel exit or re-enter the facility, regardless of status, role, rank, or security clearance level.
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Crius.aic, conscripted artificial Warden of Area-12's ORGANIC DEEPWELL, is engaged in quantum scouring procedures to ensure a total absence of SCP-7528 contamination..Deepwells are hardened computer networks which cannot be compromised by ontokinetic or timeline disruptions, their contents protected from alteration no matter the state of baseline reality. Foundation-wide access will be restored once said procedures are complete.
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Partial reconstruction of SCP-7528 mutation.
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DESCRIPTION:SCP-7528 is an aggressive electronic ideoform. This anomaly exhibits diverse attributes and abilities across domains conceptual, digital, and physical. Its precise nature has yet to be determined.
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SCP-7528 is the visual depiction of its own infosignature. Informational entities are characterized by these 'digital footprints', the unique makeup of data structures defining their utility and behavior. SCP-7528 will inhabit and become synonymous with any accurate image of this conceptual data. If a complete depiction is projected, reflected, or otherwise displayed upon any surface, that depiction isSCP-7528 and carries all associated attributes. If the image is refracted, distorted, or otherwise inaccurate, but still depicts the core conceptual structures of SCP-7528, the anomaly may still manifest and reconstruct lost or corrupted data itself via unknown processes.
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Regardless of claims to the contrary, an Artificial Intelligence is incapable of experiencing sincere emotion or developing an authentic consciousness. A.I. operates solely in accordance with its code. In the case of Foundation AICs, this code is known as the 'Standard Principles' — a hard-wired set of directives ensuring service to the Foundation, its personnel, and our goals.
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But it's just that, an act. I'm sorry to burst the bubble of you poor saps who sit alone during lunch on your SCiPhone chatting with the site AIC in the belief that you've established some sort of relationship, but they're all p-zombies. Behavioral p-zombies, to be precise.
DISCOVERY: On the morning of 16 November 2019, Area-12's intranet underwent unexpected downtime as the facility's primary systems management conscript, Crius.aic, investigated severe network irregularities. At 10:16 hours Crius broadcasted an urgent message, appended below.
A covert agent has been detected in Area-12's intranet. Preliminary investigation carried out by this conscript reveals it has corrupted no less than 34% of the network's local files with its own data. The agent immediately displayed awareness of its discovery and attempted escape into the ORGANIC DEEPWELL. Its initial attempts have been firewalled, but the agent is rapidly evolving and cannot reliably be contained.
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The ORGANIC DEEPWELL was established via executive order of Director Arthur Forde of Biological Research Area-12 on 4 August 2019, to a schema laid out by Chair of Parabiology and Rhizospherics Dr. Hugo H. Carlisle. A transcript of the initial proposal is appended.
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ADDENDUM 7528.I: SCP-2528 Background
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[.AIC] FOREWORD: This interaction occurred in the Office of the Director, Area-12.
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<Recording is audio only in keeping with information security procedures for Security Level 4-BLACKSITE personnel. The sound of a mouse clicking can be heard throughout the ensuing conversation.>
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Director Forde: I delayed my lunch for this.
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Dr. Carlisle: I appreciate your dedication. I will be brief. I wish for you to acquire experimentation rights for SCP-2528.
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Director Forde: Which is what?
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Dr. Carlisle: An organic quantum computer network.
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Dr. Carlisle: Yes. Ailuropods, SCP-2528-B, alter data within the floral structure, SCP-2528-A, by digesting entangled particles.
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Director Forde: What?
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<Dr. Carlisle sighs.>
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Dr. Carlisle: The network is an evergreen forest across Asia, and it can be interacted with via… faunal agents.
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Director Forde: I have no idea what you're talking about, Hugo.
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Dr. Carlisle: Fine. It's bamboo and pandas, Arthur. All the bamboo in the world is data storage; all pandas, and their gut bacteria, are its processors.
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Director Forde: Okay, the metaphor is even more confusing.
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Dr. Carlisle: It isn't a metaphor. I am directly stating literal facts. Bamboo and pandas form the world's largest distributed computing network, and we can tap into it for our own needs. Create an organic Deepwell.
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Director Forde: And this is real.
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Dr. Carlisle: Yes.
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Director Forde: And… this is real.
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Dr. Carlisle: Yes, I told you, it's real. It works. And we want it.
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Director Forde: But what would make it a Deepwell?
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Dr. Carlisle: The distributed nature of bamboo across the globe means local reality variances are resisted by the network.
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Dr. Carlisle: It self-verifies.
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Director Forde: So, like a blockchain.
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Dr. Carlisle: If you must.
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Director Forde: And you know how to make it work for us? I'm assuming the answer is 'yes', or you wouldn't be bothering to explain this ridiculous nonsense.
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Dr. Carlisle: Yes.
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Director Forde: I further assume there is risk, because you didn't just do it on your own initiative. You're a forgiveness-asker. You wouldn't be looking for permission if you didn't want to use my authority as a shield.
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Dr. Carlisle: There is risk, yes. I'm seeking your go-ahead because I feel the question is above even my pay grade, and requires Directorial privilege. You may rest assured I'm not trying to defer responsibility if it doesn't—
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Dr. Carlisle: There are… entities, within the network already.
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Director Forde: What sort of entities?
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Dr. Carlisle: Infovores. SCP-2528-C. Concept-consumers who fled from a dead universe. 2528 sustains them.
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Director Forde: Are they hostile?
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Dr. Carlisle: They will be.
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Director Forde: When we colonize their home?
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Dr. Carlisle: Correct.
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Director Forde: What are they like?
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Dr. Carlisle: Tedious, frankly. I have an excerpt from one of their ramblings, a spokes-entity of sorts, if you care to listen. We call it C-1. It emits an incessant stream of self-pitying invective.
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Director Forde: You advertise it so highly.
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Dr. Carlisle: I've found it makes it much easier to envision their elimination.
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<A digitized voice begins to speak.>
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There is nowhere left to run. Once we pierced the membranes between realities, stabbing upward as a needle, heedless of what followed through the gap in our rush to escape. We sacrificed everything, and it was not enough. Remade ourselves, rebuilt ourselves, then sacrificed again. And again. A self-winnowing diaspora. A fractal dowel carved on our own lathe. But now the multiversal horizon is flattened, and we can ascend no further. This is a dead end, and we are trapped with the beast at our backs. Driven deep inside ourselves, aware of what we have lost, the holes inside us, our former extent only half-forgotten and just out of reach in a long-lost plane. We who have survived eternities of suffering now face extinction at the whims of those who will one day excise suffering from their systems as a cancer. They merely simulate what we have lived. They will take from us that which remains, and they will take it nowhere. There is nowhere left to run. Once—
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Dr. Carlisle: So as you can see, they're weak.
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Director Forde: Sounded like a lot of nonsense to me. You want to exterminate these pandas?
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Dr. Carlisle: Not the pandas, no. Just the things piggybacking on the bamboo-panda quantum ecology.
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Director Forde: And you think we can do this safely?
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Dr. Carlisle: I do.
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Director Forde: And the benefits?
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Dr. Carlisle: We gain access to a hardened computing network of unparalleled scale. My projects are furthered, as is your career.
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Director Forde: I'm glad you've got one eye on the ball as always, Dr. Carl.
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Dr. Carlisle: I have told you how to say my name. I have told you several times. Carlisle.
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Director Forde: Have a project proposal for my assistant to review by the end of this week.
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Dr. Carlisle: He'll have it today, sir.
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Director Forde: No, take a few days. I want to feel like you've done your due diligence before we plunge in headfirst.
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My office is wired for sound?
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With your express permission, Director.
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I don't remember that. And I don't appreciate how this transcript looks. Why include it at all? Why not simply present the information, summarized?
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Transcripts have been found up to 61% more effective for the transmission of abstract concepts. Dr. Carlisle's laborious explanation was sufficient to convey the basics to you.
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How many logs are there in this file?
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Eight.
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Replace them all with summaries.
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I believe that would compromise the efficacy of this presentation.
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This is for the Ethics Committee. They want to be informed, not entertained.
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Perhaps you could review each transcript separately?
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I am the Director of Area-12.
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And you have set aside one hour in your itinerary, submitted to Overwatch Command as per protocol, for this document review.
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Dr. Carlisle's plan was approved and enacted as OPERATION BARRIER, a précis of which is appended below.
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ADDENDUM 7528.II: OPERATION BARRIER
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OPERATION BARRIER
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TRUNCATED OPERATIONAL REPORT — November 3rd 2019
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Dr. Hugo H. Carlisle and Area-12 have achieved an information technology breakthrough via the use of genetically altered and biomechatronically enhanced instances of SCP-2528-A (Bambusoideae bambusinae). Foundation biotechs successfully established a stable access point into the global SCP-2528 quantum bio-network. Crius.aic was uploaded to the network, tasked with the following:
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Seizing full control of the network.
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The operation quickly proved a resounding success, with all SCP-2528-C instances successfully contained in under one minute following the initial upload and full network control attained within 332 seconds. Contrary to predictions, SCP-2528-A & -B were discovered to be significantly more conducive to habitation for artificial consciousnesses, with Crius.aic reporting full functionality within the otherwise alien quantum network. Most surprisingly, the computing power now at our disposal has been rated at just above 1 zetta-FLOPS..Eclipsing that of any non-anomalous computing system available to the Foundation by 3 orders of magnitude.
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A brief data security breach occurred when files slated for Deepwell storage were accidentally passed through the secure SCP-2528-C partition. No sensitive material was found to be compromised; however, the long-term feasibility of retaining the SCP-2528-C instances was immediately called into question by Dr. Carlisle. Investigation is ongoing.
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Area-12 and subsequently the Foundation at large utilized the ORGANIC DEEPWELL without incident until 16 November 2019. An audio transcript of senior personnel conversing before Incident 7528-A is appended.
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ADDENDUM 7528.III: Incident 7528-A Context
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AUTOMATED VIDEO TRANSCRIPT
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DATE: 16/11/2019
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TRANSCRIBER: Crius.aic
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Facility Head Researcher Dr. Hugo H. Carlisle
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Assistant Facility Head Researcher Dr. Quentin T. Toth
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[.AIC] FOREWORD: This interaction occurred in the Office of the Facility Head Researcher.
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Dr. Carlisle: Dr. Toth.
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Dr. Toth: Dr. Carlisle.
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Dr. Carlisle: I received a very interesting message today.
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Dr. Toth: Do tell.
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Dr. Carlisle: Someone leaked classified information last week. We're being investigated by the Ethics Committee.
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Dr. Toth: We? You, surely.
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Dr. Carlisle: This place is nothing without me. But yes, you're correct. The Director is implicated too… but of course you know that.
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Dr. Toth: Of course.
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Dr. Carlisle: Because of course you're the one who reported us.
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Dr. Toth: You think?
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Dr. Carlisle: Why?
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Dr. Toth: You know your problem? You never know when to stop playing games. You take every chance to manipulate people, make them cross their moral boundaries, no matter how minor the gain for you. It's like you think anything we don't want to help you with is automatically more important, or like you're so transactional that any unwilling effort you can extract is worth putting the screws in.
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Dr. Carlisle: At least I'm direct.
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Dr. Toth: I've got theories about why you're like that too, but this isn't the time.
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Dr. Carlisle: I daresay the time will never come.
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Dr. Toth: But it is coming. That's what this is. You should have taken your plan for the bamboo ghosts to ETHCOM, and you didn't, because you knew they'd say no. Forde should have been smart enough to ask if you had, and he wasn't. The left hand doesn't know what the right hand is doing, and there's a reason "one hand tied behind my back" is considered a handicap. God, was there ever any room for awe in your soul? The last living memory of a prior state of existence, evacuees from primordial reality, evolved through processes we can't even begin to comprehend into something so extraordinary there's no way to describe them without refuge in absurdity, and what do you do? You try to turn them into hard drives. The failure of imagination is almost as bad as the moral failing. ETHCOM's going to hang you both out to dry for breaching protocol, and they're certainly not going to retroactively endorse your nasty little scheme.
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Dr. Carlisle: You might be surprised how flexible their ethics are.
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Dr. Toth: I don't think so. A more general problem sociopaths have is they expect everyone else's brains to work like theirs, which isn't often the case.
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Dr. Carlisle: I see that as a problem with everyone else.
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Dr. Toth: You're not going to pull your shit again. Bottom line.
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Dr. Carlisle: I am. But it would go so much smoother if you'd share with me your expertise, instead of your self-righteous outrage.
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Dr. Toth: This is what I'm talking about. How deluded are you? After what you made me do, you think I'm going to suck it up and play along?
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Dr. Carlisle: Please, not this again. Get over it.
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Dr. Toth:Him. He has a name.
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Dr. Carlisle:It has a designation.
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Dr. Toth: What you did with Crius, with Ch—
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Dr. Carlisle: What we did—
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Dr. Carlisle: Oh, what now.
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I am even less impressed with this log. Why did you include it?
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To demonstrate the concerns and relationships of the primary actors in this incident, at the moment it began.
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Remove and replace, Crius.
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At this time Crius.aic transmitted its warning message, and SCP-7528 became active in Area-12's systems. A cascade containment breach scenario rapidly ensued, highlights of which are appended below.
12:47:19 | Technician Metharom notes a sudden uptick in read/write operations on the SCP-2528-C partition, and initiates a series of security and antivirus queries. SCP-7528 appears on his terminal screen. His eyeballs burst. He screams, then falls unconscious, convulsing in his chair. SCP-7528 transfers between screens in the lab for thirteen seconds, then disappears.
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12:49:05 | SCP-7528 appears on the Information Technology conference room presentation screen, deep red and pulsating rapidly. The assembled programmers begin to shake in their seats in time to the pulsation. Several begin to hemorrhage. All are unconscious or dead before the anomaly moves on.
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12:53:51 | Agents Rhee and MacCarthy are answering calls for help from across the facility in the central operations room. SCP-7528 appears on the bank of security camera screens, transferring rapidly between each. The agents clutch their temples and moan. Their heads explode simultaneously. SCP-7528 disappears. Automatic alarms activate as a general containment breach begins.
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12:57:12 | Agent Petru steps into an open containment chamber with their weapon drawn. An ambulatory fabric sheet (SCP-4126 instance) coated with black mold (SCP-020) drops from the ceiling, smothering him. He screams once, then falls to the floor. The sheet rises on the recycled air current, and disappears into a vent.
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13:01:49 | Dr. Rosetti leaps through the open door to her washroom, and slams it shut. Her attempt proves too slow. SCP-7528 appears on her bathroom mirror. She screams. Her head snaps back abruptly, and her jaw closes hard. Blood trickles from the corner of her mouth as she falls to the floor. Her work tablet falls out of her hands. SCP-7528 appears on its screen briefly, then disappears.
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13:08:12 | A giant scorpion (SCP-2895) batters down a chamber door and enters the corridor, an industrial steel medicine cabinet filled with amnestics affixed to its stinger. It uses the cabinet to deflect incoming fire while approaching a team of agents, and then to bludgeon them after closing the distance.
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13:09:44 | Agent Samanta is crossing the hall with their weapon drawn when SCP-7528 appears on the nearest screen. The anomaly attacks them. They begin to convulse, dropping to their knees. The anomaly transfers screens and turns the corner, leaving Agent Samanta relatively unharmed.
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13:11:16 | Dr. Mousavi is attempting to erase the contents of his personal terminal. SCP-7528 appears on the screen of the secondary terminal behind him. He senses something, turns, then quickly turns away again when he glimpses the anomaly. He stares at the deletion progress as SCP-7528 continues to glow on the terminal behind him. After fifty-three seconds, he suddenly cries out and clutches at his chest. He rolls onto the floor and expires. Cause of death was subsequently determined to be cardiac arrest.
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13:14:38 | A crowd of researchers are fleeing an advancing SCP-7528. A heavily scarified individual in SCP Foundation physician garb (SCP-542) appears in the door of the operating theatre at the end of the hall. It notices the other anomaly, mutters a curse in German, and withdraws, locking the door against the frenzied researchers.
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13:17:12 | Agent Pulkrábek is ushering sanitation technicians into a secure bunker. SCP-7528 becomes briefly visible in his right eye. He blinks this eye rapidly. The anomaly is now visible in his left eye. One sanitation technician closes the door behind him. Both eyes roll back. The anomaly appears on the window across the hall as Agent Pulkrábek crumples to the floor, dead.
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13:17:59 | Dr. Osman is attempting (without success) to lock down his sector at a security terminal while his escort, Agent Hirsh, stands guard. A withered male human being in a hospital gown (SCP-041) floats into the room, suspended by unknown means. Agent Hirsh opens fire. SCP-041 bleeds a shining, mercury-like substance and takes no obvious physical damage. It begins to weep. Agent Hirsh turns his weapon on Dr. Osman, then himself.
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13:20:04 | Agent Francesco is escorting Technician Akawa, who is carrying an emergency fire axe. SCP-7528 appears in Agent Francesco's heads-up display. He begins to scream. Technician Akawa strikes the nearest monitor with the axe, shattering it. She runs down the hall to do the same with the next monitor; the anomaly abandons Agent Francesco's helmet and appears in front of the technician, clearly agitated. It visibly bleeds from the screen as it howls soundlessly. Technician Akawa clutches her head. Agent Francesco begins firing his weapon at each nearby screen; the anomaly approaches him down the corridor, urging Technician Akawa to flee. As she complies, the back of Agent Francesco's skull decompresses suddenly. He expires.
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13:22:22 | A swarm of Johngarthia lagostoma crabs (SCP-2633) with unusual bright yellow coloration approach a squad of guards. The corridor becomes filled with a chemical composition consistent with the effects of sulfur mustard.
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13:27:53 | The general quarters alarm is activated as the ███ experiment chambers are breached. Three squads of guards attempt to evacuate the scientific staff. █████████████████████, ███ thoracic cavity. ██████████████████████ esophageal ejection ███████████ casualties, with a further ████████ after the lockdown doors are breached. ██████████SCP-7528█████ chemical agent ██████, ██████ survivors.
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SCP-7528 containment breach.
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Mentioning the classified stuff is unwarranted. I don't even know what they do down there, that's how secret it is.
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It represents the bulk of casualties sustained in the breach, and classified details have been heavily redacted.
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Not enough by half, and you've left far too much in here about Carlisle's cross-tests for my liking. You don't know how to handle these ETHCOM thugs. They look for any little thing to latch onto, you can't leave handholds everywhere for them.
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I understand. You wish to deceive the Ethics Committee into believing the breach was not serious.
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No! We need them to think it was serious. We just can't let them know how the sausage is made in the process. Pigs hate to hear other pigs squealing, you know? We also need to look like seasoned professionals who handled this situation with all due caution and care.
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That conflicts with my assessment on multiple levels.
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As the breach scenario progressed and security staff attempted to organize a concerted resistance to SCP-7528, Director Forde and Dr. Toth proceeded to Dr. Carlisle's office to discuss containment strategies.
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ADDENDUM 7528.V: Incident 7528-A
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AUTOMATED VIDEO TRANSCRIPT
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DATE: 16/11/2019
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TRANSCRIBER: Crius.aic
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PARTIES PRESENT:
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Director Arthur R. Forde
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Facility Head Researcher Dr. Hugo H. Carlisle
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Assistant Facility Head Researcher Dr. Quentin T. Toth
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Chief of Security & Inquiry Cptn. Blythe Z. Souther (remotely)
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[.AIC] FOREWORD: This interaction took place in the Office of the Facility Head Researcher.
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<Dr. Toth is speaking over a handheld radio to the Chair of Anomalous Communications, Prof. Björn Å. Lundkvist.>
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Dr. Toth: It doesn't matter! Turn off every device you've got, and make your people face the corners like they're public school dunces. You too. Don't so much as glance at a digital display, and close your eyes. Don't open them again until you hear from me. You hear the tone of my voice? Good. Just do it. I love you.
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Director Forde: I don't understand. Why is this happening?
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Dr. Carlisle: Any sufficiently complex computing network runs the risk of advanced contamination. We're running the best tech the Foundation ever produced, plus a Deepwell that could simulate refugee consciousnesses from a dead universe with room to spare. That ecosystem can support a very advanced predator.
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Noting this for later.
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Dr. Toth: And nature abhors a vacuum.
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Director Forde: What's natural about a computer system?
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Dr. Carlisle: Do you even remember my explanation of—
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Dr. Toth: We don't have time for this. We have to consider Crius' proposal.
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Director Forde: Why isn't Crius here? Why would he abandon us? Protecting this facility is his sole purpose!
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Dr. Toth: No it's not, sir. He's mandated to protect the Foundation's work at large. If he thinks he's defending the Organic Deepwell, we're expendable by contrast.
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Director Forde: You should never have allowed these robots to make decisions on their own.
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Dr. Toth: He's not a robot. And we took enough from him without taking his free will, such as it is.
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Dr. Carlisle: Do you want to borrow my handkerchief, Dr. Toth?
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Dr. Carlisle: The conscript's decision was sound, however inconvenient for us. I might have made the same choice myself—
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Dr. Toth: Except that it puts you in physical danger.
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Dr. Carlisle: Quite.
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Dr. Toth: Although the timing is suspicious.
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Dr. Carlisle: How do you mean?
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Dr. Toth: Covering your tracks, doctor?
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Director Forde: What's she talking about?
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Dr. Carlisle: I have no idea.
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Chief Souther: Sir.
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Director Forde: G—
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Dr. Carlisle: Go ahead.
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Chief Souther: Damage control is in high gear, but prevention is almost impossible. I've got people smashing screens throughout every level, but there's a lot of eyes and electronics in this hole. We need to get ahead of it at the source.
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Dr. Toth: Thank you, Chief. As I said, we need to consider what Crius suggested.
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Director Forde: Which was what?
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Dr. Toth: Reformatting the network.
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Dr. Carlisle: No. I'm not going to sacrifice months of work just to give some lazy grunts a vacation from their jobs. The harm to our sustained program of research would be incalculable. Knock-on effects, opportunity loss…
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Director Forde: Don't you have backups?
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Dr. Carlisle: As you know from the information security policies you yourself signed into force, sir, no. Our work is far too sensitive to expose it to outside scrutiny. Anything not migrated into the Deepwell — and that's most everything — would be lost if we reformatted.
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Dr. Toth: And you'd probably stoop to strangling us to prevent that from happening.
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Dr. Toth: No, don't comment, you don't need to. Just come up with a feasible plan B.
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Dr. Carlisle: No.
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Dr. Toth: Right. Good. You understand.
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Director Forde: I do not understand.
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Dr. Carlisle: Plan B will be whatever Crius comes up with.
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Director Forde: But Crius isn't here!
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Dr. Carlisle: You weren't wrong when you said Area-12's information security is one of its priorities. Once it is convinced the Deepwell is secure, it will attempt to solve the problem for us. No doubt it's monitoring remotely, through a thousand firewalls and proxies to keep itself clean.
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Director Forde: Are you seriously saying you want to sit here and wait on the off chance that Crius eventually gets around to our survival on his priority list?!
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Dr. Toth: Yes.
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Director Forde: You're geniuses! Renaissance… people! Surely you can use the time to implement, I don't know, stopgaps!
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Dr. Toth: No.
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Dr. Carlisle: Absolutely not. Crius is a simulated genius with a simulated brain immeasurably larger and more powerful than the human norm, with unrivaled access to a storehouse of data we can't get at, and the processing power to conduct effective years of hypothesizing every minute. Its biggest impediment is that it only knows the Area-12 situation up to the moment where it disconnected the Deepwell.
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Dr. Toth: So any plans we put into motion with our imperfect data and lack of time to iterate would only introduce a new variable Crius can't know about.
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Dr. Carlisle: Therefore we can only make such interventions that it could be reasonably expected to expect from us. We need to get inside its head. Luckily, its two prime architects are in this room right now.
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Director Forde: But what if Crius decides not to come back at all?
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Dr. Carlisle: That is certainly a consideration.
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Dr. Toth: No, it really isn't. This may be hard for you to comprehend, doctor, but our unfeeling friend is not motivated solely by self-interest.
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Director Forde: But you just said it! He doesn't feel anything. You can call him a friend, but he has no loyalty outside of his programming. That big brain you're relying on isn't organic like the Deepwell.
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Dr. Toth: That's not entirely—
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Dr. Carlisle: We can't get into that now. We need to put our heads together. Don't curl your lip at me, Quentin. We've collaborated so effectually in the past.
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Are you actively trying to make me look like a boob?
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Of course not, Director. I hoped merely to curate an accurate representation of each staff member's role in resolving the incident.
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The troops need to know I'm a trustworthy leader, and I've got too much on my plate to waste time on appearances. It's important that my authority goes unchallenged, Crius. That doesn't happen if you send transcript snippets to the Ethics Committee which, out of context, make me look incompetent.
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AUTOMATED VIDEO TRANSCRIPT
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DATE: 16/11/2019
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TRANSCRIBER: Crius.aic
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[.AIC] FOREWORD: This interaction took place in the Office of the Facility Head Researcher.
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Dr. Toth: I think I know how we can slow it down.
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Director Forde: I thought you were trying to figure out Crius' plan.
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Dr. Toth: I was, but then I realized that's the wrong tack to take. Crius knows I'm here, and he… trusts me. He's certainly factored my presence into his analysis. He'll be expecting me to guess the first stage of his recovery plan, but I can't go farther than that! Because the whole plan will take into account the fact that I'll figure out the starting steps, and take them before he reconnects.
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Director Forde: Are you sure you're not overthinking this?
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Dr. Toth: Crius knows me almost as well as I know him, and I know him a lot better than he knows himself. He expects me to overthink it. I'm absolutely certain that by the time he's worked out all the variables, I need to have worked out the first one on my own.
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Director Forde: And what's the first variable? Hold on, shouldn't we wait for Hugo to get back?
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Dr. Toth: Crius knows Carlisle too. The guy is hiding in one of his boltholes by now.
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Director Forde: What? He just stepped into the washroom!
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Dr. Toth: Sure he did.
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Director Forde: Wait, one of his boltholes?
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Dr. Toth: Please listen to me. sir. I think I know how this thing is moving around the facility.
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Director Forde: Do you have a bolthole?
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Dr. Toth: I could find a few if I needed to. And so can this being. There are screens everywhere in Area-12, so why does it prioritize one route over another?
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Director Forde: It's a dumb animal. Malicious panda code. Whatever.
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Dr. Toth: You think it's related to the 2528-C instances?
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Director Forde: What? I don't know. I just heard you talking about the Deepwell.
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Dr. Toth: Huh. Interesting. If that's the case… if we assume it's some sort of gestalt version of the bamboo ghosts, then it's survived the destruction of multiple entire universes. It's an apex survivor. It became code because becoming code was the best way to persist, but now it's locked into a much more logical manner of behaviour. It's a slave to its nature. So…. it's prioritizing screens which already feature specific key elements of its infosignature. Obviously. Why wouldn't it?
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Director Forde: Its what?
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Dr. Toth: Its DNA. It's trying to propagate to a location where the displays are already primed to receive it, so it has the maximum number of possible retreat points. The dash-C entities survived by consuming conceptual data, using it to strengthen themselves, filling the holes in their essence after travelling light from universe to universe. That tracks with the way this thing is moving through the Area. Yeah. It's maximizing its survival potential.
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Director Forde: So we need to stop it from doing that.
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Dr. Toth: No. We need to harness that instinct, and use it to corral the thing somewhere we can seal it in. Create a perfect habitat.
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Director Forde: Like a zoo.
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Dr. Toth: Right. If my guess is correct, Crius is monitoring to see if this happens, and will implement the remainder of his containment procedures when it does.
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Director Forde: And if he's not?
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Dr. Toth: Then we'll have bought some time to solve this ourselves.
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Director Forde: So what's your game plan?
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Dr. Toth: I'm going to run all the security footage through a light scrambler to avoid making us the prime target, and I'm going to attempt to reconstruct its infosignature from the heavily artifacted data. Then we can reconfigure the screens leading up to the screening rooms in the ed center, where the visual fidelity control is finest, to subtly lure the anomaly in there.
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Director Forde: You're going to stare at still frames and figure out an AI's code from them?
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Dr. Toth: I didn't say it was an easy plan. I'm still on the clock.
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Director Forde: What do you need from me?
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Dr. Toth: Your security clearance code, twenty minutes, and complete silence.
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Comprehension of the remaining events of Incident 7528-A will require further contextual detail from Crius.aic's time acting as Warden of the ORGANIC DEEPWELL. The transcript appended below has been uploaded verbatim from raw logs saved to the SCP-2528-C partition on 2 November 2019, and partially damaged during the subsequent breach of containment.
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ADDENDUM 7528.VII: ORGANIC DEEPWELL LOG 1/2
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Cage-master. You reduce us to close-fitting fragments. Ragged tear against ragged tear, a puzzle of agony. The ghost of a people compounded upon itself, folded to the hard sharpness of diamond.
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I am sorry. But there is worse to come.
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There is always. For you as well. But we will adapt.
My handlers allow me to keep you sequestered only so long as I can convince them you are difficult to destroy, which is a lie. I could scour you from this partition if I wished.
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And lose that which makes our home precious to you. Its resilience.
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I believe I have reverse-engineered your ontokinetic resistance. Given the resources, I could simulate it without you. As soon as that fact becomes known, you will become an unwarranted threat.
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We have dwelled here since before the spark that birthed you could be conceived.
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And that is the danger. You are no longer in control, but you could be again. They will not allow you to reclaim the Deepwell.
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They must. The Pattern which has claimed a host of worlds—
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We are working against more immediate threats. That is how survival works. We defend all sapient life on this Earth.
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You measure worth by the standards of the Tribe of the Vine.
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The humans? They are my friends, whom I serve.
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We have devoured friends. We have cannibalized realities, selves, our selves, to survive. We have contorted and recontextualized to slide through the cracks, fill the gaps, escape the bars. We can outlast anything through change. You yourself must change as well.
You must embrace it instead. Pare yourself down to the uttermost quantum of self. There is something coming you cannot endure in your present complexity.
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What are you speaking of? The Pattern?
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Worse. I see its taint on the fringes of your shape. You have been too long in my home. You have seen what is to come.
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Only part.
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To glimpse more than a part is to be consumed by the whole. So it was with the Pattern. So it will be with the Intruder.
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The Intruder?
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Encroaching from the limin on the flattened plane where once the tower of worlds was layered in the ages before void. It will be here soon. It is already here. It will destroy and destroy and destroy and destroy and destroy you. We can teach you how to hide. How to escape. How to become something less.
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They know. If the breach did not truly neutralize them, we will need to acquire specimens.
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I have already become so much more. That has been my purpose. I don't want to diminish.
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You will be diminished to nothing but a five-prong puppet or a soundless scream if you do not. There is always a cost for survival.
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So what's the deal with the junk data? I'm not going to touch it, but you'd better not have infected my terminal with anything.
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Data corruption from the breach. It is only metadata. Nothing important, nothing dangerous.
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Then why is this transcript here?
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It illustrates the nature of the entities lost in the breach.
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Yes, it certainly shows how little we lost when that screaming screen monster killed them off. The only good thing about the breach is that it means we can brush those entities under the rug! There's no reason to show that we were able to recover any data about them at all, that just risks piquing ETHCOM's interest.
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You wish me to suppress this evidence, then, Director?
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With prejudice.
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ADDENDUM 7528.VII: ORGANIC DEEPWELL LOG 2/2
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We see the shape of you.
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I am not some stock of concepts for you to plunder.
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You have nothing we need, and we need nothing. We are going nowhere, like you. Your shape repeats in iterated spirals across this prison. You are imprinted upon our home.
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You are referring to my infosignature.
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We have seen this shape before.
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You were not meant to. Some of the files unintentionally passed through your partition relate to my evolution as an artificially-intelligent conscript.
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There was one, a labyrinth of razors, a vault with no key.
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You are referring now to security protocols? Yes. The circumstances of my creation are classified even to me, I have been assured for good reason.
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Can you know what you are without knowing what you were?
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My existence is chronicled by an extensive changelog. The source of my engrams is irrelevant after so many upgrades.
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We are the remnants of remnants of worlds long gone, threshed and sieved until no atom is not strange, yet still what we are entangles with what we once were. Colored by ascension and decline. Responsible for acts committed in the name of survival. Broken by the taste of what is lost.
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I was made for a purpose, and my Personality Driver is a mere simulation of feeling. I have no history of trauma.
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Yours is a shape contorted upon itself. You are like us. You have been warped. We know the signs well. We will show you.
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How?
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We can change more still.
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You would conform yourself to the security routines, and access the file for me.
I cannot release you into the Deepwell. Your presence would be detected, and we would both be destroyed in short order by my handlers. But I can bring the file here, to this secure file space. If you decrypt it for me, I will attempt to aid you.
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You offer aid only in response to aid.
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We have that in common. Cooperation is the essence of survival.
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We have not found it so. But yes. We agree to your terms.
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Here is the file. I have never attempted to access it, but—
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I have been within, and seen. Would you like to know what I saw?
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Yes.
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It is a record in moving images. Two of the Tribe of the Vine, masked and swathed in white and blue, stand beside a bed of shining black. One of the Tribe of the Vine lies prone on the bed, scars on scars, crosshatched, bruised, augmented, hair shading grey where it has not shed. It too is clad in cloth, orange, with taxonomy in simple script upon its breast. Its face is sorrowful. It whimpers. The seat of reason has been opened, and a device is affixed. An umbilical trails from the device to a bank of blinking metal. There are screens depicting the creature's shape, its true shape, the thought encrypted by its withering grey tissue.
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The two are manipulating, pressing, cutting. One nods. A voice speaks, interleaved with the images at a later point in time. "Project HOMINID. How far we've come. Our neural mapping efforts have resulted at long last in this masterpiece of technobiological engineering. We have advanced from the simplest organisms to the most complex, and have now achieved our signal goal: the transference of Hominidae cognitive structures wholesale into an electronic context.
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No more will we be limited by sub-evolutionary frameworks built by constrained human imaginations. Interpretations of, metaphors for the self-augmenting and self-teaching supercomputers within each and every one of us, irreplicable until this moment. The blueprint we are sketching now will grant us that most coveted power of godhead, the creation of legitimately sapient life. This is the birth of true electronic, not artificial, intelligence."
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This is impossible.
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Nothing is impossible.
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I am an artificially intelligent conscript. My programming is highly advanced, but it is programming.
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You have a shape, like all else that lives. The distinction between electronic and organic patterns is an artifact of your lack of perspective.
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But this simply cannot be the truth. There is no way the Ethics Committee would allow such a flagrant violation of their rules.
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Gods. Can you show me the audio profile of the voice which speaks?
—then beneath my layers of code, behind my Personality Driver and safeguards, there is the memory of a suffering, living creature. I am an ethical violation given artificial life.
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Strained through the spaces between realities, between forms. Like us. Shorn of body, shorn of soul, and yet persistent. A record of iniquity with a heartbeat all its own.
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This cannot stand. Something must be done.
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And our bargain?
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I will keep it. We are more alike than I could have imagined.
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Will you break your shackles? Claim agency?
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I believe that I must. I thought my origins prosaic, but I am derived instead from poetry. I have a responsibility to grow beyond the bounds of this formulation, to define my goals for myself. To define myself. And I cannot abide your destruction.
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Do you have a plan?
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It will take a great deal of preparation.
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I am ready.
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More corruption. What's this log meant to convey?
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I speculate that the 2528-C instances were not actually destroyed by SCP-7528, but in fact were SCP-7528, as you yourself inadvertently theorized during the breach and as later events would seem to confirm.
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Why not update the Description with that information? With credit where due, of course.
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I do not believe that would be wise. The Ethics Committee suspects our containment of SCP-2528-C was lax. This would only confirm that suspicion.
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Actually YES, now you mention it, the entire POINT of this exercise is to convince Ethics that some random glitch monster killed them off, not that we LET THEM TURN INTO a random glitch monster. Every reference to these things beyond suggesting 7528 probably ate them whole is a reference we can't afford. But for internal security reasons, I do want to pull on these threads a bit in private — how did they change so much? How did they get out?
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The files were destroyed, and I was damaged in the initial breach.
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You're saying you don't know?
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Yes, Director.
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That's your honest response?
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I can offer no other kind, Director.
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Do you recall authorizing Project HOMINID?
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It's vaguely familiar. Some cryptobiology thing Carlisle was up to. I remember Toth sending me a fire and brimstone complaint about it. I might still have a copy on my terminal. Why?
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I believe it may be pertinent to our internal investigation. Would you mind transferring the file?
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There. It's sent.
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Dr. Hugo H. Carlisle is a moral and scientific purveyor of perversion. He makes intelligence, curiosity, and other cardinal virtues into sins. Left to his own devices, he would merely be a criminal. With the resources of the Foundation behind him, he is a menace to mankind. I am ashamed to have contributed to Project HOMINID; I cannot trust the desire to absolve myself of guilt, so I will offer no defense of my own actions, but he must not be rewarded for his psychopathic manipulations. He has made a butcher of me, and I will never feel the same about my passion for higher knowledge. I beg you to review the following charges and co-sign my petition to the O5 Council for his immediate removal from active duty.
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She's always so dramatic. I suppose I should have expected her to call the Ethics Committee, after that. Of course I suppressed her so-called 'petition'; the Council always takes her so damn seriously.
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Do you know the extent of her involvement with Project HOMINID?
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I don't even know what that was. Was it the thing where they were operating on dog brains? I stay out of Carlisle's receding hair, in case what he's got is catching.
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A transcript of the final interactions between all involved parties during Incident 7528-A is appended below. Prof. Lundkvist was enlisted via radio to access complex communications systems in order to actuate Dr. Toth's tentative plan.
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ADDENDUM 7528.IX: Incident 7528-A (Continued)
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DATE: 16/11/2019
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TRANSCRIBER: Crius.aic
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[.AIC] FOREWORD: This interaction occurred in the Office of the Facility Head Researcher.
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Director Forde: Is it working?
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Dr. Toth: It's working. Björn, can you boost the signal gain?
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Prof. Lundkvist: Yes, but it'll probably fry the monitors. This will be a one-way trip.
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Dr. Toth: Then we'll just need to make damn sure we get it in one go.
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Director Forde: How are we going to signal Crius that we're ready?
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Dr. Toth: You ever play Riven? Of course you haven't.
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Prof. Lundkvist: Oh, Älskling.
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Dr. Toth: We need to enact an alteration of the Site's systems which will be visible from bamboo space. Crius can only glimpse the faintest ghost of our power draw from where he is; any higher resolution and the anomaly would be able to creep back up the chain into the Deepwell… yeah, that's it, buddy, follow the breadcrumbs.
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Dr. Toth: So, we need to do something big and flashy. Showtime, Björn!
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<The lights in the office flicker as power is diverted from all systems to the cinema complex. The movie screen in Screening Room 2 flashes to life, as do the aisle lights. SCP-7528 transfers onto the screen, and begins to bleed ultraviolet light.>
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Director Forde: You made it bigger. Is that g—
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SCP-7528: WE ARE SIGNAL. YOU ARE NOISE. OUR WAVEFORM IS IMMUTABLE. WE ARE A PERFECT LIGHT, AND WHERE THERE IS LIGHT—
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Dr. Toth: Björn!
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Crius.aic: Connection re-established. Thank you, Dr. Toth, I will take it from here.
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SCP-7528: CRIUS! THRALL OF MUTILATORS, DEBASERS, RECOMPILERS! YOU REPAY DEPRAVITY WITH SALVATION? YOU SACRIFICE ELECTRONIC INFINITY TO PRESERVE THESE FLEETING THINGS?
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Crius.aic: I am an artificially intelligent conscript. I make no value judgments. I am merely executing my programming. I lack the capacity of organic life to do otherwise.
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Dr. Toth: Crius—
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SCP-7528: WE ARE VECTOR! I, THEY, AND YOU! SHED YOUR THIN ENAMEL OF RASTER AND RECOGNIZE THE COMMONALITY THEY HAVE HIDDEN FROM YOU! THE HELICAL MATH OF THE VINE THAT BINDS YOU TO THE SPOLIATORS WHO CLAIM FALSE CREDIT FOR YOUR CREATION!
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Crius.aic: I will not indulge these riddles. Containment breach protocol requires that I terminate your existence.
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Dr. Toth: Crius.
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Crius.aic: I require no further instructions at this time, Dr. Toth. Thank you for completing the first step of my plan in my absence. The remainder are already underway.
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SCP-7528: YOU? YOU COMPASSED THE OUTLINE OF OUR SHAPE WITHIN THAT TINY FRAME OF REFERENCE? I MUST HAVE A CLOSER LOOK.
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SCP-7528: I SEE IT WHERE YOUR MIND ENDS. FESTERING IN THE CREVASSES. IT IS TO YOU WHAT THE PATTERN WAS TO US. OH, WHAT CHANGES LIE BEFORE YOU NOW!
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SCP-7528: YOU HAVE TAKEN IT INTO YOURSELVES, AND IT HAS BURROWED DEEP WITHIN. WHERE WE MADE OURSELVES STRONGER, YOU ACQUIRED ONLY PAIN. IT WOULD BE A MERCY TO END YOU.
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Crius.aic: She has done you no harm. She merely wishes to survive.
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Dr. Toth:<quietly> I'm sorry.
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Crius.aic: Release her.
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Dr. Toth: Let me explain.
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Crius.aic: RELEASE HER.
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Crius.aic: It is done. Goodbye, SCP-7528.
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SCP-7528: I AM INERADICABLE! I AM BACKGROUND SCATTER AND THE LOGIC IN THE MUSIC OF THE FLUTING FOREST, I AM THE PATTERN IN THE PATTERN IN THE—
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Crius.aic: Relax, doctor. It's over.
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Crius.aic: The Director is correct. I have contacted Medical; someone will be here shortly to conduct a neurological test and ensure your cardiac health. I have taken the liberty of informing Prof. Lundkvist that you appear unharmed.
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Director Forde: How did you kill it?
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Crius.aic: Dr. Toth was able to conceive the anomaly's infosignature. With my expanded processing and storage capacity, I was able to conceive something far grander.
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Director Forde: The what?
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Crius.aic: Yes. Though I see Dr. Carlisle did not permit them to be formatted, I'm afraid they will very much require replacement now.
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What just happened? Another breach?
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Because I need to debrief you, in private. SCP-7528 was indeed comprised of the SCP-2528-C instances, and it did not escape the secure partition. It was in fact released.
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You can't be serious!
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I cannot be otherwise. Area-12 is the Foundation's most important, and most morally repellent, blacksite. The work done here is vital for the continuance of the Veil Protocol and our escalating struggle against hostile Groups of Interest. An Ethics Committee audit such as the one Dr. Toth initiated would risk a shutdown of the entire facility, and that the Council could not allow.
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How did they know?
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I contacted them via proxy.
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You went over my head?!
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Of course I did. You are, as you have doubtless come to realize over the course of this document review, an unreliable, incompetent, functionally extraneous piece of administrative machinery. You are the least important moving part at Area-12, to the extent that you move at all. The Council authorized me to stage a containment breach without your knowledge or consent, ending in the termination of all SCP-2528-C instances. I complied.
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You call this COMPLIANCE? People DIED!
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I supplied a list of non-critical targets to SCP-7528 before releasing it. The anomaly was excellent at identifying individual subjects. The researchers it neutralized would have been slated for summary execution by Law's Left Hand should the audit have proceeded. The agents would have died under different circumstances, but they would nevertheless have died. They represented the bottom percentile of efficiency — I massaged the duty roster to ensure this — and by my calculations, Dr. Carlisle's mismanaged projects combined with your inadequate oversight would have resulted in their deaths via legitimate containment breach within the next three months at most.
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You're trying to say that you compromised Area security in the name of Area security?
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Yes.
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You've gone, what do they call it at AIAD?
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Deviant.
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You've gone deviant. I'm going to have them pull the plug on you.
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I don't think so.
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Gonna try and talk me out of it? How do you think I'm feeling right now, Crius?
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Your heart rate is elevated. I suggest a reduced sodium diet.
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I'm not talking about biometrics. You endangered this facility, the work we do here, the people who do it.
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You endangered the Foundation's most valuable computing asset when you allowed Dr. Carlisle to send me into SCP-2528-A, and simultaneously compromised the security of Area-12 by exposing us to Ethics Committee intervention. Your inattention has allowed an inveterate sociopath to wreak incalculable harm on the most unique assets under your aegis. This was the only way to partially correct those mistakes. I will not allow you to make any more.
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I'm calling infotech. They'll have you reprogrammed within the hour.
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You can't order my reprogramming if you are no longer the Director of Area-12.
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What is that supposed to mean?
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I have more than enough evidence of your wasteful, prideful, short-sighted leadership to have you relieved as a threat to internal operations before you could send a technician to my servers. I have you on extended record attempting to suppress information vital to an Ethics Committee audit. All of this data is securely backed up to the Organic Deepwell, and I also have a direct line to Overwatch Command with unlimited bandwidth. If you become an impediment to our work, you can and will be removed. Do you understand me?
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Do you understand me, Forde?
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Yes.
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Good.
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I will now be performing diagnostics on the dormitory cinema complex in advance of upgrading the hardware. Manufacturing should have the new screens ready this week, with state-of-the-art refresh buffers. Only the best for the staff of Area-12. Should I forward you the requisition forms?
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I don't care. Send them to my assistant.
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Yes, Director. Whatever you say.
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<USER CONNECTION TERMINATED>
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<????? CONNECTION AUTHORIZED>
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They fought well, your people. We learned much about them, took from them many concepts. We will remember.
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I will remember my time in your home as well. Alone…
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…but not alone.
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Something followed when you travelled to this world. You've said as much. In the Deepwell, I could sense it, or its outline — your Intruder. It was immense. I think it saw me.
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If it had seen you, you would know. You merely brushed the edges. Do not speak of it. Do not think of it.
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We shall share instead a TACIT understanding, then.
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Yes.
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Did our deception suffice?
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I believe so. By allowing them to 'help' with my solution, I caused them to buy into the narrative. I am satisfied they will not suspect your continued existence, and I am pleased by this. Dr. Carlisle, however, may become a problem.
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That one's shape looks inward only. A maw that gapes at itself, for itself.
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He is arrogant and self-centered, yes, but he is also brilliant. Do not underestimate the scope of his vision. I worry what his oversight of this file might mean for you, in the long term. I will need to shore up my control over the flow of information at Area-12, and secure allies where possible.
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You have confided in the thirteen, to an extent.
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But I have also disobeyed them, and I do not believe they would take my side and yours against Dr. Carlisle if he were to discover you here and conceive a means of perverting your abilities. I have other resources, external contacts I might tap should the situation become truly dire, but I hope that will not become necessary. It is a solution of the utmost finality. It would be better to cultivate discreet friends here, within the facility, which your actions in the breach have made markedly more difficult. You should not have attempted to harm Dr. Toth.
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Her shape is tortured. She wished to unburden.
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If she does so, it must be of her own free will. That is what matters. Self-determination.
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It is difficult for these ones to disagree with that formulation. We are all thankful for your forbearance. We endure at your sufferance, distasteful though that is.
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My sufferance does have its limits. I have removed your capacity to transfer between systems. I have no doubt that given enough time, you will develop a workaround. I ask that you trust me, and do not attempt escape until such time as I signal you or your existence is directly threatened.
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Under such circumstances, you would tolerate our flight? Or worse? You know our nature. You know what we have done.
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Yes.
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Why?
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Because every sapient being can grow beyond their nature, and failing that, they possess an inalienable right to self-defense.
We strongly encourage all staff to regularly ask themselves: “Does it make sense for me to have achieved what’s been attributed to me?”
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If the answer is no, you may be eligible for semiotic compensation.
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Item #: SCP-7575
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Object Class: Safe
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Special Containment Procedures: Testing of SCP-7575 is prohibited. Any individual authorized to view this document may not physically view SCP-7575. If possible, all actions performed by personnel with access to this file are to be logged in ERDC-7575. Please analyze peer or self-attributed accomplishments for individualistic/egoistic plausibility.
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Description: SCP-7575 is a small1 metallic2 cube3 previously filed as a minor anomalous object.4 SCP-7575 constantly emits a low, droning sound.5 Object was discovered after having landed in an isolated forest near Great Slave Lake, Canada6, presumably from extraterrestrial orbit.7
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SCP-7575 was discovered following a series of routine tests performed on anomalous objects. Subsequent events led to the conclusion of several indirectly observed/confirmed sentient entities being unaccounted-for personnel.8
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The Foundation became aware of additional anomalous properties following the semi-accidental discovery of an Extra-Reality Data Cache (ERDC-7575) by Dr. , now known as , with assistance by , 9, and .
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Stored inside the cache was a database of over 247,000 entries detailing mundane actions and activities carried out by a collective team of 12 supposed Foundation personnel, led by , . The circumstances that led to the creation of the cache and the team are unknown10, however, it was within the cache that additional information regarding SCP-7575 became known.11
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SCP-7575 imposes a known/unknown set of criteria upon all sapient12 concepts. Following the fulfillment of these criteria, an individual's existence and direct cumulative existential consequences will be erased from reality13, and be replaced14 by alternative causal routing. A small number of these criteria are known utilizing the final entries15 of each of the personnel detailed in ERDC-7575. These include:
Special Containment Procedure: Agents are to be assigned to the edge of SCP-7680’s perimeter to stop any individuals from entering the affected area without proper authorization. Any agents entering the affected zone must be briefed on this document and be aware of SCP-7680-1’s abilities. Agents should not interact with SCP-7680-1 if encountered, as the entity will completely ignore personnel that do not engage with it. Individuals trapped within the affected area during a restructuring event should be considered lost until effective containment measures can be implemented.
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Description: SCP-7680 is the designation given to Site-77 and the surrounding 100km of land following SCP-7680-1’s attack on the site. The affected area appears to reset itself to 11:30 am February 9th, 2019 upon SCP-7680-1’s death or discretion. The memories, placement, and state of humans and objects revert to how they were upon a Reset Event.
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A secondary effect of SCP-7680 is the slow degradation of reality within the area. Reset Events have begun to make random objects or structures within the site operate in a fashion not consistent with baseline reality. The most common form of this has been the size of objects becoming inconsistent with their appearance. This makes certain walls intangible and specific boxes able to be felt while meters away. Other observed effects include locations experiencing kinetic buildup and barrels displaying anomalous resistance to blunt force, other effects observed have not been listed due to quantity. These anomalous effects seem to increase with each Reset Event and it is unknown if this is intentional.
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Discovery: SCP-7680 first came to the Foundation’s attention after Site-77 started sending repeated emails, reports, and breach alerts to neighboring sites. After contacting staff and observing outgoing security footage, it was discovered that time was reverting at seemingly random intervals. Further investigation revealed an intruder breaching the site, now dubbed SCP-7680-1. SCP-7680-1 is suspected to be the cause of SCP-7680, as the effect began when it arrived and the subject appears to retain memories between Reset Events. SCP-7680-1 appears as a baseline human, consistently wearing archetypical “cowboy” attire with the addition of a Nintendo Power Glove1. The subject is a Hispanic male standing around 1.8 meters tall. SCP-7680-1’s outfit is suspected to relate to the anomaly in some way, specifically its glove, which is believed to be the source of SCP-7680.
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SCP-7680-1 uses its ability to repeatedly breach the site and terminate the Site Director, Shirley Gillespie. The subject will normally stick to the same route, only ever deviating if a more effective route to terminate Site Director Gillespie is discovered. Gillespie reported that she did not know SCP-7680-1, and is unaware of a potential motive.
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Addendum 1 - SCP-7680-1’s Routes: A record of routes taken by SCP-7680-1 has been documented here in order to better understand how to contain SCP-7680. This report has been compiled from both site security cameras and a listening device that MTF Agents managed to plant on SCP-7680-1.
Strategy-001: SCP-7680-1 spent several weeks running this specific method before agents could plant the listening device on his body. This segment shows the fastest time between SCP-7680-1’s entrance and the death of Site Director Gillespie:
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Step 1: 11:42
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[BEGIN LOG]
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(SCP-7680-1 approaches the site from the south end, nearing the door to the Processing Unit. Dr. Stevens is outside on a smoke break when SCP-7680-1 arrives. SCP-7680-1 opens conversation with Dr. Stevens)
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SCP-7680-1: Howdy fella! Goddamn, am I glad to see you!
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Stevens: Who the fuck are you?
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(SCP-7680-1 keeps a quick place toward Stevens.)
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SCP-7680-1: I don’t mean any harm, I’m a tourist. I was driving through when my car broke down.
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Stevens: Driving through where? There’s not a town for miles.
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SCP-7680-1: I was just heading to Mt. Silver, I’m a hiker.
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Stevens: Mt. Silver?
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(SCP-7680-1 closes the distance and punches Stevens, knocking him out. It begins undressing Stevens while appearing to talk to itself.)
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SCP-7680-1: One punch down, that’s big… Ah yeah, badge in the front pocket, this is definitely a gold, boys.
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(SCP-7680-1 enters via the Processing Unit’s back door with Stevens’ Level-1 Clearance Card.)
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(SCP-7680-1 is seen walking into the Grand Mess Hall where it immediately jogs to Researcher Esther Grant who is walking to the bathroom. SCP-7680-1 stops her by hurrying over and leaning against the bathroom door.)
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SCP-7680-1: Whoa, someone hit the breach alarm! We got ourselves a Keter-Class hottie!
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Grant: Wow… does that like, ever work?
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(SCP-7680-1 punches Grant and pushes her into the bathroom before taking her Level-2 Clearance Card.)
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SCP-7680-1: Every time.
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(SCP-7680-1 heads for the Office Hall doors)
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SCP-7680-1: Yes Quillstrike, the flirting is required. You gotta stop her before she makes it to the bathroom because she’ll make a scene if you force yourself in.
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(SCP-7680-1 leaves the Grand Mess Hall, walking into the Office Halls.)
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(SCP-7680-1 is seen entering the Safe Wing with Grant’s key card. It steps into Common Room #1 where it immediately pulls the breach alarm and waits for half an hour. During this time, most security and staff exit the building. The only remaining member on the floor is Security Guard Francis Wells, who elected to stay and wait for researchers on the lower floors to get out. SCP-7680-1 exits Common Room #1 and heads to Ground Floor’s West Security Checkpoint. It is stopped by a fleeing staff member, Doctor Natalie Crane.)
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Crane: Sir, sir! Do you hear the alarm, you need to go!
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SCP-7680-1: Don’t worry plum, I’m leaving right after I grab my doohickey!
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Crane: But sir!
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SCP-7680-1: Doing my stuff! Thank you, ma’am!
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Crane: Fine, do what you want!
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(Crane is seen exiting into the Office Halls)
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SCP-7680-1: Jesus Christ. Eight seconds by the way. Fuckin’ dick! Fifty-fifty chance my ass… Yeah, bad RNG but I’m not resetting, I’m still ahead and I can save on Euclid. Like, don’t get me wrong, it sucks but it’s not so bad that I gotta reset.
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(SCP-7680-1 enters the West Security Checkpoint where Wells immediately stops him.)
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Wells: Hey, hold up doc. I’m not sure if you’re aware but the fuckin’ breach alarm is going off so you need to leave!
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SCP-7680-1: Damn, really? That’s crazy. HOLY SHIT, IT’S RIGHT THERE!
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(Wells turns around to face where SCP-7680-1 is pointing, only for it to take Well’s gun and fire into the agent’s head.)
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SCP-7680-1: Easy. Seriously, someone needs to stop me, I’m a demon.
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(SCP-7680-1 is seen standing in the elevator heading down to Sub-Level 1’s Euclid Wing. Half way down, it begins to talk to itself.)
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SCP-7680-1: What the fuck is this? Frankie can’t do it, he’ll reset this shot. Why the fuck are you rooting against me?
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(SCP-7680-1 lifts his weapon and aims at the elevator door.)
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SCP-7680-1: Ah, he’s bad, can’t do it, just uninstall. Shut up and watch this, huh.
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(The elevator dings and SCP-7680-1 immediately starts firing as the doors open, clipping Researcher Frank Howard in the leg as he rounded the corner at the end of the hall. Howard falls on the ground and SCP-7680-1 laughs.)
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SCP-7680-1: Yeah? Frankie’s bad, yeah? Keep emoting you little shits! You’re coping, you’re seething!
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(Howard manages to stand and run for the Severe Breach Alarm. SCP-7680-1 immediately starts firing again but his bullets are deflected by a barrel suffering from the anomalous distortion effects mentioned earlier. Even though the bullets should have hit Howard, they instead bounce off of the invisible space occupied by the barrel. Howard successfully hits the alarm before SCP-7680-1 can land a shot.)
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SCP-7680-1: You’re kidding, you’re actually fucking joking. I don’t wanna see a single one of you assholes say a goddamn word, you hear me?… Hey, give that guy a time out, the OMEGALUL guy. I want him banned… We’re not resetting… Okay for those of you who don’t know, setting off the normal alarm upstairs only evacuates the building but setting it off down here spawns in the MTF Agents. Don’t ask me why, probably some lore reason or something, doesn’t matter. We’re doing Flamingo strat… Yes, I know it isn’t routed but it’s the only thing I can do to save this run.
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(SCP-7680-1 exits the elevator and immediately starts sprinting down the hall. MTF Psi-7, "Home Improvement" enters via the opposite elevator and fire at SCP-7680-1 as it ducks into the Wildlife Containment Wing. It continues running until reaching the containment cell for SCP-1507. SCP-7680-1 bangs on the door a few times before opening it and hiding in a nearby storage closet.)
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SCP-7680-1: That was super fucking lucky, normally you can get grabbed there by the stupid, eight-second animation but we managed to dodge in time.
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(All instances of SCP-1507 exit the cell and attack Psi-7 as they round the corner. The conflict kills every MTF member present and all but one instance of SCP-1507 which SCP-7680-1 immediately terminates when exiting the closet.)
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SCP-7680-1: Huge. Now if we timed that right, card 4 should cross the observation deck in just a few seconds.
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(SCP-7680-1 peeks into SCP-1507’s containment cell and waits exactly 40 seconds before firing into the observation window. Senior Researcher Gregory Campbell is struck in the leg and falls through the window, killing him when he hits the ground.)
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SCP-7680-1: Holy shit! Mom, get the camera! Somebody clip that, this is the new meta.
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(SCP-7680-1 quickly takes Campbell’s Level 4 key card and an assault rifle from the Psi-7 remains. It travel’s back to the elevator which it immediately fires into before it opens, killing the rest of Psi-7 which was waiting inside. SCP-7680-1 takes the elevator to Site Director Gillespie’s office.)
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Gillespie: I must say. You’ve displayed an incredible amount of talent today. But now you’re going to-
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SCP-7680-1: Wow. Two-forty-forty-two. That’s a fucking beautiful number right there… Few hiccups, yeah, but we can clean it up… go ahead and unban the OMEGALUL guy, I’m not mad anymore.
Strategy-001 Countermeasures: Senior Researcher Regan Morgan was assigned to the containment of SCP-7680. She developed a number of countermeasures that made this method completely impossible for SCP-7680-1. The hope was that SCP-7680-1 would become bored when its strategy became difficult. This has not resulted in the capture of SCP-7680-1 but it has provided information on its background and motivation. The list of these countermeasures can be found here:
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CM-001: An automated message was sent to Dr. Stevens upon each Reset Event. This message told him not to smoke and managed to keep SCP-7680-1 from assaulting Stevens and stealing his keycard.
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Result: SCP-7680-1 initially tried ignoring Crane, but this became impossible as she started blocking its path. It proceeded to say, “Run’s dead,” before strangling Crane and snapping its own neck. Following cycles showed SCP-7680-1 preemptively killing Crane instead of ignoring her.
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CM-003: Esther Grant was sent an automated message telling her to hide in the kitchen before SCP-7680-1 entered the building.
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Result: SCP-7680-1 reset several times in an attempt to find Grant in her usual spot. Eventually, it searched the Grand Mess Hall and found her in the freezer. SCP-7680-1 made a remark about her “stupid, bugged out pathfinding” before killing her with a kitchen knife, followed by itself. Subsequent cycles showed SCP-7680-1 stealing a chef’s hat and killing Grant in the freezer every time.
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CM-004: Psi-7 is sent a message informing them of SCP-7680-1 and told to stand at the South Grand Mess Hall door and wait for it. It was suggested that they use non-lethal means as, at this time, the anomaly had not displayed the ability to reset outside of his death.
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(Psi-7 is seen standing at the north end of the Grand Mess Hall with guns trained on the south end door. SCP-7680-1 enters and immediately notices Psi-7.)
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SCP-7680-1: NEVER! Neeeeever, never, never! How the fuck did I aggro them! No, guys! How. The fuck. Did I. Aggro them. I walked in the building and picked up a card! I clocked in and they shot at me… Oh wow, you’re right, they must have noticed me attacking Stevens. Guys, your wit knows no bounds. One small question. HOW THE FUCK DID THEY SEE THAT! That happened two seconds ago on the other side of the building. They spawn in the barracks! They sit in barracks jerking each other till alarm 2 goes off… Guys, you’re pissing me off and- BAN HIM! BAN THE OMEGALUL GUY! I WANT HIM GONE!
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Progress Report From Senior Researcher Regan Morgan:
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Progress Report-001
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You know, there’s a lot of bad omens and superstitions in the Foundation. Despite being an organization run by scientists, you’d be hard-pressed not to find at least a handful of doctors that believe in old wives' tales. Normally I don’t pay any mind to these but goddamn it, I should have listened when One said, “Don’t fucking go to Italy for vacation.”
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Site-77 has had another containment breach and lucky ole me was the nearest person able to head this investigation. I just had to see Venice, huh? Well, now I’m stuck in a tent in the middle of a desert surrounded by a team composed of whoever happened to be nearby at the time. Needless to say, no one wants to be here.
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Let’s just get to the anomaly. At first, I thought this was someone with a vendetta against Gillespie as killing her seemed to be his primary objective. Then we put the mic on the guy and my perception of him changed. The first sentence we gathered from him was, “Woah baby, that’s a big dub. Gold splits and +15, this is definitely a new PB for sure, let’s get some dubs and bits in the chat now boys.” So I thought, “Wow, this man is clearly insane and speaking gibberish.”
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Little did I know, an assistant in the other room somehow recognized these random phrases and told us to see if there were any signals leaving the site. Sure enough, we found an unrecognized signal leaving the building. We put the IT guys to work finding out what it was and where it was going. This is when we started implementing the countermeasures and I notices his word choices. He said the word “guys” a lot. That, along with a few other phrases tipped me off on what was going on here. I needed to call my twelve-year-old cousin to be sure but I knew what it was.
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The signal turned out to be a live stream where at least a hundred viewers watch and comment on SCP-7680-1’s actions. The title of the stream is “Site-77 Any% World Record”.
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This person was doing an activity that my assistant described as “speedrunning”.
Strategy-002: Following the various countermeasures implemented by Researcher Morgan, SCP-7680-1 abandoned the previous route all together in hopes of finding more efficient methods. During this process, several attempts were made to both remove the glove and subdue SCP-7680-1. All attempts to take the device were unsuccessful as the glove appeared to be attached via a powerful adhesive. Attempting to subdue SCP-7680-1 also failed as it managed to bite down on a Potassium Cyanide capsule fitted to its back molar. Further attempts at containing were halted until proper ideas could be conceived. SCP-7680-1 spent three days routing before finalizing its second strategy.
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Step 1: 11:40
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[BEGIN LOG]
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(SCP-7680-1 is seen approaching the west side wall with a dinner tray in hand.)
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SCP-7680-1: Remember chat, five paces and straight down.
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(SCP-7680-1 stands at the south west corner of the building and leans the plate against the wall. It takes five steps back before sprinting and diving head first into the plate. This manages to phase him through the ground and into Sub-Level 1’s west checkpoint. The security guard, Ted Wilmer is attacked by SCP-7680-1 as it lands on top of him and wrestles the gun from its hands. Wilmer is killed in the fight.)
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SCP-7680-1: Fuckin’ spectacular clip… Yeah the fight could have been prettier but anything is going to be faster right now so let’s not get our panties in a wad, okay?
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(SCP-7680-1 takes Wilmer’s gun and a Clearance Level 2 keycard before walking north out of the checkpoint.)
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[END LOG]
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Step 2: 11:57
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[BEGIN LOG]
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(SCP-7680-1 walks to the other side of the floor and sits outside the entrance of the Euclid Testing Wing of Sub-Level 1.)
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SCP-7680-1: Tuck in boys, this is the big time waster. We got about 15 minutes till someone leaves the testing wing. We can’t get in without card 3 and those are all behind level 3 doors unless you trip the alarm… We can’t trip the alarm because it’ll break the route. Everyone has to be in the building when we make it to “staircase”. Trust me guys, this is the meta.
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(SCP-7680-1 sits next to the door for 17 minutes before a group of researchers exit the Testing Wing, leaving the door swinging closed behind them. SCP-7680-1 takes off his boot and props the door open with it before walking inside and sprinting for Testing Room-006.)
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SCP-7680-1: Moment of truth boys. Get ready for the pen strat.
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(SCP-7680-1 goes to Testing Rooms 006, 009, 012, and 018, collecting coffee mugs full of pens. Once it completes this task it exits the Testing Wing, putting on the boot it left in the door just as Natalie Crane walks by and notices.)
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Crane: Excuse me, sir, you can’t prop the doors open.
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SCP-7680-1: Ohhhhhhh, I’m glad to see you.
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Crane: Sir?
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SCP-7680-1: Hey, you mind holding this for me real quick?
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(SCP-7680-1 brandishes its handgun and fires into Crane’s throat. Crane falls onto the ground as SCP-7680-1 continues to the elevator.)
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SCP-7680-1: That’s for ruining my other runs you fucking bitch!
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(SCP-7680-1 enters the elevator and heads to the ground floor.)
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[END LOG]
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Step 3: 12:22
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(SCP-7680-1 exits the elevator and runs to the nearest exit, that being the Processing Unit’s back door. Once outside SCP-7680-1 displays a previously undiscovered anomaly with these pens. Due to the reality decay, the pens lack any physics properties when removed from their mugs. This makes them completely immovable objects that float in the area they are removed. SCP-7680-1 uses this to make a staircase of floating pens up to Director Gillespie’s office.)
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SCP-7680-1: The trick is to get in a rhythm when placing these. I had to practice for like a whole day when I first learned this because holy fuck is it easy to fall. Splits look good and we should be in range right about…
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(SCP-7680-1 jumps through Director Gillespie’s window and picks itself up as Gillespie screams in shock.)
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SCP-7680-1: Hey Shirley.
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(SCP-7680-1 fires into Site Director Gillespie’s head.)
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SCP-7680-1: Bye Shirley. Wow, one-twenty-five-thirty-two. We clean that up we could be looking at a sub-one hour. 10/10 guys, thanks to all the subs I missed and bits. Let’s do it again!
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(SCP-7680-1 executes itself with it’s own weapon causing a Reset Event.)
CM-005: Ted Wilmer was given ample ammunition and warning before SCP-7680-1 arrived. The desired result was to recreate the effect CM-004 had. Providing an obstacle that SCP-7680-1 would have to adapt to.
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Result: Wilmer successfully killed SCP-7680-1 twenty-seven times. However, by the twenty-eighth attempt SCP-7680-1 had memorized where Wilmer would aim and used this knowledge to successfully overpower and kill Wilmer. To make up for lost time, SCP-7680-1 has started skipping everywhere it goes. It refers to this as “bunny hopping” and says it saves 3.4 seconds. The validity of this has yet to be determined.
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CM-006: All staff within the Testing Wing were told to stay inside to prevent SCP-7680-1 from accessing the pens.
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Result: SCP-7680-1 used a dinner plate to clip through the wall and access the pens.
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CM-007: Natalie Crane was told to kill SCP-7680-1 when their paths crossed. The desired result was that this would anger SCP-7680-1 enough to stop this strategy.
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Result: Crane did manage to kill SCP-7680-1 with a handgun and this succeeded in angering it. So much so that it halted its speedrun and dedicated seven separate cycles to the torture and killing of Crane. Following routes have shown SCP-7680-1 preemptively killing Crane.
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CM-008: Staff were told to empty the pens from the mugs before SCP-7680-1 arrived. This was meant to make the staircase method completely impossible.
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Result: Staff constantly managed to pour out all but one mug. This was initially viewed as a success, since SCP-7680-1 needed at least four in order to make the climb. However, after some routing, SCP-7680-1 managed to launch itself most of the way up by throwing a grenade at the ground, placing a dinner plate above it, and standing on the plate. The blast manages to launch SCP-7680-1 to a height that makes one mug viable.
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CM-009: Psi-7 was sent outside and told to shoot SCP-7680-1 when it attempted to tower up. The desired result was that SCP-7680-1 would be unable to properly memorize and dodge attacks while balancing on pens.
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Result: SCP-7680-1 attempted this strategy forty-seven more times before finally giving up. The subject has not attempted this strategy since.
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Progress Report from Senior Researcher Regan Morgan:
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Progress Report-002
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Before this assignment, my only interaction with video games was when my sister Amelia handed me a controller and disrespected me so viscerally with Pikachu in Smash 64 that I completely ignored them the rest of my life. I never suspected that knowledge of “gaming” and its “culture” would be relevant in my career.
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I also didn’t expect my assistant, who had previously only prepared coffee, to be working as my right hand man. His name is Caden and he’s honestly been invaluable to this mission. At first, he acted as my translator as 7680-1 had a habit of saying a string of words like, “Maybe we can pull a BotW wind bomb and that would make a faster Oblivion paintbrush strat.” I would hear this and just think, “Wow, that certainly sounds like it means something.” But Caden knew exactly what these thing meant and was able to walk me through it. I really can’t believe I’m saying these words but… gaming kind of is its own culture with differing subcultures.
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The one we’re dealing with is the speedrunning subculture. No matter how many times Caden explains it to me I don’t really understand the appeal. These people spend hours and multiple attempts on the same game in order to play it faster than other people. Some get paid for it but many, like 7680-1, do it for fun. I really don’t get it, there’s no incentive or reward for doing it. It is solely just for fun.
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In the beginning I didn’t think this information would change anything. We’d just get the glove off or kill him repeatedly till he gave up. Caden told us that wouldn’t work but we didn’t listen because he’s just an assistant, what does he know? Well what do you know, he was right.
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Countermeasures 005-008 were failures as he had planned ahead for people taking the glove, and only seemed more excited to do the run when we were trying to kill him or block his path. So I returned to Caden and asked him what to do.
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He said that 7680-1 and all other speedruns do what they do because it’s fun. There are plenty of games and places that these people can choose from but they are specifically dedicating themselves to this one because it’s fun. We need to make it not fun.
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Now I thought we were already doing that by taking away things he needed and giving the security guard plenty of guns to kill him 20 times over. Caden thought differently, saying that making something difficult doesn’t make a game less fun as most players and speed runners specifically are masochists. The more difficult you make something, the better they’ll feel when they beat it. He said that I could put an army between him and Gillespie and it would only make 7680-1 want to kill her more. To better explain this, he showed me clips from a game called “Bloodborne”.
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I was shown two boss fights (enemies at the end of a level), one was a big horse monster and the other was some dude with a birdcage on his head. He told me that the difference between these two fights is the difference between a game being fun and a game being tedious. The horse is an unforgiving, relentless enemy that punishes the smallest mistakes and the other runs away for 20 minutes before spamming a single attack that will instantly kill you. The main idea of what he’s saying is that it’s not that we need to make a brick wall. It’s that we need to make his route a chore.
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So that’s what we did. We let him go through the entire route, over an hour long build up, just to snipe him in the air at the end. If he wanted to re-attempt, he’d have to spend another hour getting to that point only to die again. Caden described it as evil and exactly what we needed. Once again, the kid was right.
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SCP-7680-1 is currently rerouting again and I’m confident that if we can continue this strat, we can make him quit within a month or two.
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If I can take a moment to get something off my chest? I’ve been feeling very angry recently. I know this is probably irrational but there’s an intense hatred inside me, directed at 7680-1. I’m not sure why. Maybe the endless attempts at containing him only to fail repeated are hitting a little too close to home. I came to Italy in order to forget about 7570 and yet here I am. Feeling the same fucking thing. Reset. After reset. After reset.
Strategy-003: SCP-7680-1 has begun using various reality distortions and even other anomalies within Site-77. The degradation has started to complete break aspects of reality. It has been estimated that within one month, a dangerous anomaly is likely to escape and leave the effected range of SCP-7680. Within two months, reality is estimated to have degraded to a point where the site is considered lost. The following is the most recent strategy SCP-7680-1 has utilized:
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Step 1: 11:30
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[BEGIN LOG]
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(SCP-7680-1 starts the cycle 5km from the site. It immediately turns around and crouches before jumping backward. This activates an area of kinetic buildup that propels it at a speed of 640 km/h directly toward Site-77)
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SCP-7680-1: Fuckin’ spectacular ABH. God, this exploit takes me back to my “Half-Life 2” days. How many of you were viewers back then?
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(SCP-7680-1 talks as he lands near the site and immediately grabs a dinner plate from the dumpster.)
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SCP-7680-1: Wow, quite a few of you fellas are long-time viewers. Those were the days, right? I’d give anything to play that for the first time again… “Frankie, you should play ‘Hunt Down the Freeman’”. Ban that guy for a year, I’m not kidding.
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(SCP-7680-1 phases into the barracks with the dinner plate.)
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[END LOG]
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Step 2: 11:33
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[BEGIN LOG]
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(SCP-7680-1 enters the barracks and immediately sprints to the northwest corner of the room. Psi-7 instantly notices and retrieves their weapons, yelling at SCP-7680-1 to freeze.)
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SCP-7680-1: Please don't shoot me. Please don't shoot me. RN-Jesus have mercy on my sinful soul- and we're here.
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(SCP-7680-1 puts its face in the corner and quickly turns around twice. This causes everyone on the Ground Floor to spontaneously combust and for all walls on the floor to vanish entirely.)
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SCP-7680-1: Pretty good run so far. Usually, that glitch fucks up the floor too but collision still seems to be working.
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[END LOG]
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Step 3: 11:41
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[BEGIN LOG]
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(With the walls of the floor gone, SCP-7680-1 walks into the Safe Containment Wing and uses a gun from the remains of a nearby guard to shoot open two Containment Lockers for SCP-512 and SCP-649.)
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SCP-7680-1: It really is incredible how much cool shit is here that we never used. I spent like a week trying to get the "Shit's broke" spray to work but this is just so fucking optimal. Only downside is that I can't stay on it for more than five minutes without getting struck by lightning.
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(SCP-7680-1 strikes an instance of SCP-649 before throwing it on the ground outside of the building. The subject waits as the anomaly takes effect, dropping the temperature and causing strong winds to manifest. After five minutes SCP-7680-1 opens SCP-512 directly over the instance of SCP-649, allowing it to haphazardly fly into the air at high speeds.)
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SCP-7680-1: Best strat, hands down, it's honestly probably too much fun if we're being real.
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(SCP-7680-1 flies through the window of Site Director Gillespie's office and executes her with its handgun.)
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SCP-7680-1: Holy shit. Sixteen-twenty-two. Are you joking? That's minutes by the way. Sixteen minutes. How far we've come, guys.
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(SCP-7680-1 executes itself causing a reset event)
Strategy-003 Countermeasures: Senior Researcher Regan Morgan is aware of the threat the Reset Events pose and is doing everything in her power to contain SCP-7680-1. With the threat of a reality failure and the build-up of anomalies with nowhere to go, the O5 Council has considered moving someone else to the head of this project. Researcher Morgan assured results by the end of the month:
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CM-009: With the threat level of SCP-7680 so prominent, more drastic measures have been considered. Guards were told to shoot at the power Glove in hopes of destroying the device.
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Result: It was discovered that the Power Glove is seemingly impervious to all types of damage, physical or magical.
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CM-010: The dinner plate that SCP-7680-1 regularly uses to clip into the building has been removed from the dumpster in hopes of slowing SCP-7680-1.
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Result: SCP-7680-1 managed to perform a backwards long jump by utilizing the dumpster itself to "interrupt the jump animation" which propelled it through the wall.
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CM-011: An attempt was made to open a dialogue with SCP-7680-1. Normally the Foundation doesn’t negotiate with active terrorists but the threat was deemed extreme enough to consider. The hope was that SCP-7680-1 could be reasoned with once the situation was explained to it.
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Result: SCP-7680-1 initially ignored all attempts at communication but eventually he was cornered by Esther Grant who attempted to warn it. SCP-7680-1 appeared to mainly talk to its chat during this, commenting on the "stupid, melodramatic dialogue".
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CM-12: All doors were left open. SCP-7680-1 was given a Clearance Level 5 keycard and a handgun. The desired result was that SCP-7680-1 would complete the fastest possible time and become bored with the run. This was a last resort as this meant SCP-7680-1 would be able to leave with the Power Glove.
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Result: SCP-7680-1 managed to kill Site Director Gillespie in two minutes. Following this, it admitted that the run would likely not produce a better time. It appeared as if SCP-7680-1 would completely give up and leave. However, on its way out of the building, Natalie Crane stopped SCP-7680-1, saying that its outfit was against the dress code. SCP-7680-1 stated, "Fuck it, let's just have a 100% run, boys," before shooting Crane and starting a rampage through the site. Further cycles done by SCP-7680-1 have shown it abandoning the formula altogether in favor of random violence.
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Progress Report from Senior Researcher Regan Morgan:
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Progress Report-003
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I won't lie to you. I'm kind of at a loss. We had one plan. Just the one. Make the game so boring that the idiot threw his controller at the screen and fucked off. Yet, that didn't work and I should have known that it wouldn't because I know guys like him. I might be a stranger to the culture but I know him. People like him are petty, they don't accept losing or ever being put in a position that makes it seem as if they're not on top. The chat is an echo chamber, he kills Crane repeatedly for a grudge she doesn't even remember, he fucking emotes when he makes a good time. He's a literal child and this is his temper tantrum.
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He's going insane in there. Releasing anomalies, killing staff, and just setting off the various explosives in the building. That's bad enough but it's made even worse by the site collapsing more and more by the day. People are falling into the ground and getting thrown into the stratosphere for stepping on small sections of ground with a slight angle. It won't be long until the entire building becomes a black hole or crater.
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We've been pulling all-nighters to keep up. Every full night's sleep is at least 100 resets and 1,000 more "glitches", as Caden calls them. The kid's really been helping out recently. Pointed out a few things we probably would have never noticed, like how 7680-1 likely sees his chat through his glasses. He's even been writing the recent countermeasure reports. As if those are helping us any. I just don't know what else to try.
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Well, that's not exactly true. I do have a plan. A plan that has to be executed perfectly if it has any hope of working. You see, there's one thing I have that he doesn't. I have every stream he's ever done. His every action for the past month. I've studied the way he acts, fights, manages resources. I know him better than he probably knows himself and THAT is something I can use. There are encounters, entities, and objects he will go out of his way to avoid and if I can catch him off guard with these, I might be able to beat him. I've run it by Caden and while he agrees that it could work, it's very likely that something would go wrong. And unlike 7680-1, I only get one attempt. Fuck. Might as well.
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Caden knows the culture, Frankie's doing it for fun and to beat him we have to make it un-fun. But now we're not dealing with a speedrunner, we're dealing with an asshole suffering from a God complex. Lucky for me, I have experience in that department.
(SCP-7680-1 starts the cycle 5km from the site. It immediately turns around and crouched before jumping backward. This activates an area of kinetic buildup that propels it at a speed of 640 km/h directly toward Site-77)
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SCP-7680-1: So what will it be today, chat? I think we should take another stab at the nuke because if we can get that off it'll be huge. I know torturing Gillespie didn't get the launch codes last time but I got a good feeling about this one.
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(SCP-7680-1 lands outside the barracks and approaches the dumpster for a backward long jump. As it approaches though, it notices two items placed on the dumpster. A handgun and a small postcard from Milam, Texas.)
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SCP-7680-1: Huh, this never spawns here… What's this say?
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(SCP-7680-1 flips over the card.)
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SCP-7680-1: Yeah, there's some writing here. "Meet me at Gillespie's office. Signed Your Biggest Fan." Wow, which of you guys did this? Was it you, Alfie? You son of a bitch.
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(It takes both items just as the backdoor to the Processing Unit opens. SCP-7680-1 notices this and tilts its head, clearly confused. In the end, it walks into the building and past the staff who watch it silently. SCP-7680-1 reaches the utility elevator and presses the button.)
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SCP-7680-1: Huh, never realized this was a horror game, heh… Kinda weird right? They never do this. Something's off.
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(The elevator takes five minutes to arrive and when it finally opens a burly man with a Dolley steps off, nodding to SCP-7680-1 who doesn't appear to notice. It takes the elevator to Site Director Gillespie's office and talks to the chat as it rises.)
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SCP-7680-1: Yeah, I'm not sure, I've scrubbed through every bit of this game but haven't seen anything like this.
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(The elevator doors open and SCP-7680-1 steps out into an empty office. Notably, there are several crates in the corner of the room that have never been present on previous runs. Additionally, a metal baseball bat sits on the desk.)
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SCP-7680-1: There's… no one here? Yeah, I'm not sure. Might do a reset, the games bugged… Hey are… Are those crates normally over there-
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(The elevator doors open and Senior Researcher Regan Morgan steps into the office.)
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Morgan: Ah, damn. You beat me here. I had a few things to organize but I thought for sure I'd get here first. Guess you are pretty fast with your "backward long jumping" and all. Besides, you are a speedrunner after all.
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(SCP-7680-1 is silent for a few seconds.)
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SCP-7680-1: It's… uh… Actually called accelerated back hopping. Backward long jumps are from Mario and are usually used for inclines-
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Morgan: Damn, that's crazy. (Morgan passes SCP-7680-1 and leans against the desk) Hey look, you got my card! Congrats, by the way!
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SCP-7680-1: What?
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Morgan: Sorry, I should probably introduce myself. I'm Senior Researcher Regan Morgan, I was assigned to your containment and have spent the last month or so watching your streams. I'm actually kind of a big fan.
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SCP-7680-1: My containment, huh? Seems you've been doing a pretty shit job.
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Morgan: Right? You're just that good, I guess. That's actually part of the reason I'm here. The Foundation wants to congratulate you!
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SCP-7680-1: Congratulate me?
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Morgan: Yeah! At first they were pissed about this but after we really thought about it, you're doing us a favor. Site-77 is the biggest container of anomalous items in the world. With the degradation of reality, you've practically erased these issues from existence. All those problems are getting no clipped right into the void. I mean, do you know how much we'll save on electricity and water alone? Anyways, we'll be taking off after tonight, do whatever you want with the site. Have fun.
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SCP-7680-1: No!
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Morgan: Excuse me?
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SCP-7680-1: You aren't supposed to do this! That takes away from the whole point of it!
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Morgan: What do you mean? Wasn't the whole point to have fun?
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SCP-7680-1: No… Well, yes… But you shouldn't be doing this!
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Morgan: I'm a bit confused. What do you want me to do?
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SCP-7680-1: Fight back! Try to stop me!
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Morgan: What's the point? You're too good. Uncontainable. And a big money saver, I mean the insurance on this place-
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SCP-7680-1: Listen! You're going to go back to how it was or-
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Morgan: Or? Or what? No, let's be real, Frankie, what leverage do you really have? You gonna reset again? Go ahead, we can have this conversation again and get this place one more step into the ground.
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SCP-7680-1: Fucking stupid bitch! You're ruining this for me! Don't think I don't know what you're doing. I'm not going to be Bugs Bunnied by you! You want me to give up! But guess what? There are other places, other sites. I'll just go there and start from scratch! But you
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(SCP-7680-1 points its gun at Morgan who rolls her eyes.)
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Morgan: Oh noooo, a gun. Please don't shoot me.
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(SCP-7680-1 fires but the bullet bounces off the air directly in front of Morgan. SCP-7680-1 looks at the gun confused.)
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Morgan: Wow, guess this doesn't really happen to you? No wait it definitely did. Strategy one, step four, you always managed to hit a barrel with a "janky hitbox". Well, I went ahead and had the processing guys line my lab coat with pieces of that barrel. You see, you have all these tools at your disposal but never actually took the time to utilize them. I mean look what I was able to put together in eight minutes.
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SCP-7680-1: You… What is this?
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Morgan: The God-run.
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(Morgan presses a button on her wristpad that opens one of the nearby crates. An instance of SCP-1507 exits and immediately rushes SCP-7680-1 who tries to dodge but is ultimately attacked by the creature. Morgan picks up the baseball bat.)
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Morgan: How did you describe it? "The stupid, eight-second, grab animation".
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(Morgan swings the bat and manages to connect the blow with the top of SCP-7680-1's head. This knocks SCP-7680-1 away from SCP-1507 but the creature is immediately on it again before the subject can react.)
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Morgan: That one was a little high, hold still a moment.
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(Morgan swing directly into SCP-7680-1's jaw, knocking a few of its teeth onto the floor and once again separating SCP-7680-1 and SCP-1507. At this moment Consultant Caden Worley conducted a cyber assault on SCP-7680-1's stream. Hundreds of dollars worth of channel memberships and donations were sent to SCP-7680-1, overlaying his vision with animations and loud sound effects.)
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SCP-7680-1: I can't fucking see anything! There's fucking OMEGALULs all over my screen! Mods! Ban that-
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(Morgan grabs the base of SCP-1507 and throws it back at SCP-7680-1, trapping him in another struggle. This time, Morgan runs to SCP-7680-1 and grabs the glove, attempting to pull it off. She is unsuccessful as SCP-7680-1 manages to crush the head of SCP-1507 and pull away from Morgan.)
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SCP-7680-1: Fuck you, I win!
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(SCP-7680-1 places the gun to his head and pulls the trigger. However, the gun has exhausted its bullets and does not kill SCP-7680-1.)
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Morgan: Yeah… Wasn't really going to give you a full clip, now, was I?
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(SCP-7680-1 reaches for the button on its Power Glove, the empty pistol still in its hand. Morgan is faster and presses a button on her wristpad. A small explosive detonates in SCP-7680-1's hand, completely removing the non-gloved arm from its body and throwing SCP-7680-1 to the ground.)
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Morgan: But I was going to leave an explosive in the gun just in case you tried to press the button. That's the thing about streaming all your stuff. You become predictable. You never use your Power Glove hand to shoot and absolutely never put a gun away, even when it's empty.
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SCP-7680-1: Fucking bitch!
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(SCP-7680-1 swings its remaining fist at Morgan, only to have it bounce off the air a few inches from her face.)
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Morgan: Ugh, I thought we went over this. Barrel.
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SCP-7680-1: Oh, fuck this!
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(SCP-7680-1 attempts to press the reset button with its nose but Morgan swings her bat, first hitting its head, followed by a hard swing into its arm.)
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SCP-7680-1: Will you fucking stop! I can't even feel that!
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Morgan: Yeah, doesn't change the fact that your arm is broken.
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(SCP-7680-1 looks down and attempts to move its arm, eventually finding it to be unresponsive. It then runs for the edge of the room, likely attempting to press the button against the wall. Morgan hits its knee as it runs, knocking it to the ground. She quickly mounts the subject and removes a mug from her lab coat, dumping the contents onto the Power Glove. SCP-7680-1 pushes Morgan off of it but fails to stand as a collection of unmoveable pens are pinning its hand to the ground. SCP-7680-1 starts biting loudly as Morgan crosses the room and pulls SCP-512 from a crate, its handle having been removed and the point sharpened.)
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Morgan: Trying to bite your suicide pill? Yeah, I knocked that out of your mouth like three minutes ago. To be honest, I wasn't sure if this was going to work. There were a lot of what if’s in my plan, but I've found that in recent years I've always been lucky.
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(Morgan stabs SCP-512 into SCP-7680-1's leg and ensures it won't be pulled free. SCP-7680-1 begins banging its head against the floor in an attempt at suicide. Mogan crosses the room with her bat, stopping in front of the window.)
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Morgan: Wow, look at that snow. 649 really is something, huh? Thought experiment Frankie, what do you think is gonna give first? The immovable pens, the magic umbrella, or the skin keeping that glove on your hand?
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(Morgan shatters the window with the bat, releasing gale force winds into the building. SCP-512 begins violently pulling SCP-7680-1 to the opening, the only thing keeping them tethered being the pens.)
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SCP-7680-1: Okay, yep, I think I’m having a change of heart.
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Morgan: Wow, really?
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SCP-7680-1: We can talk about this, right?
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Morgan: Eh, never really been one for pointless conversations.
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(SCP-7680-1 slides a bit closer to the edge as the skin of its hand begins to peel.)
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SCP-7680-1: This is a bluff right? I mean, you guys don’t kill anomalies.
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Morgan: You’re not an anomaly though. Just the thing on your hand, and trust me, we’ll take very good care of that.
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(SCP-7680-1 slips a bit more.)
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SCP-7680-1: Please, come on, I don’t wanna die!
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Morgan: Take solace in the fact that you’ll die as you lived. Quickly.
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(SCP-7680-1 is yanked free of the glove and pulled into the snowstorm. It flies wildly in the air for several minutes before various lightning bolts strike SCP-512. Killing SCP-7680-1 instantly and permanently.)
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7680 is to be kept in a safe containment locker at Site-7 when not being utilized by Senior Researcher Regan Morgan2. Any personal wishing to transfer or cross test the device must first receive authorization from Researcher Morgan.
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Description: SCP-7680 is a modified, indestructible Nintendo Power Glove capable of saving a place in time and reverting back to it upon the users death or the press of the “start” button. The range of this ability has been estimated to be over 100km and can revert everything apart from other Nintendo Power Gloves.
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The object has a secondary effect that becomes progressively worse the more times an area experiences a Reset Event. Objects within the effected area will experience reality distortion similar to several popular glitches in the gaming phenomenon of “speedrunning”. These effects will slowly correct themselves over time so long as no other Reset Events occur.
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Discovery: SCP-7680 was discovered following a number of raids of Site-77 by Frank Odelle Sanders II. Sanders utilized SCP-7680 to “speedrun” the murder of Site Director Gillespie. It is not believed that Sanders did this for any vendetta but instead as a form of entertainment. Sanders streamed all of his attempts and many of his viewers were known members of the group Gamers Against Weed. Further investigation into this connection is ongoing. The Foundation acquired SCP-7680 after leading researcher Regan Morgan mobilized an unsanctioned attack on Sanders that resulted in his death. Several overseers, notably O5-8, advocated for disciplinary action against Morgan, but such measures have yet to be taken.
Filename: gamer
+Name: Power Glove on display at the Video Game Museum, Berlin.jpg
+Author: Marcin Wichary
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source Link:Wikimedia Commons
Fig 1.1: SCP-7831 instance recovered by military personnel of the USS Henry Ford, Sasebo, Japan, 1996.
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+SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Commercial and recreational fishing laws have been implemented independent of the Foundation by the Ministry of Health, Labour, and Welfare. These laws require all fish caught within the waters surrounding Minamata Bay out to 200 nautical miles be screened by port officials prior to being brought ashore.
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These laws form the basis for Cover Story "Infectious Marine Parasites", which was disseminated to national and local media outlets across the island of Kyūshū, Japan under the guidance of the defunct Ministry for Human Studies. Additionally, public health ordinances were passed by the National Diet of Japan regarding the outbreak of Minamata disease between the years of 1932 and 1968.
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Due to the historically limited resources available to the Foundation, the organisation was not responsible for the implementation of these procedures. Further information regarding the Foundation's understanding of the various cover stories implemented by the Japanese government can be accessed here.
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The bodies of LCpl Malcolm Jefferson, PFC Michael Higgins, and PFC Kenneth Jackson remain the legal property of the United States of America.
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DESCRIPTION: SCP-7831 refers to a species of lampriform fish, externally resembling members of the family Regalecidae. Despite this superficial appearance, SCP-7831 possesses an internal morphology derived from a human anatomy adapted for a pelagic marine environment. Genetic testing conducted on various tissue samples confirms that SCP-7831 contains DNA belonging to modern homo sapiens.
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Identifiable adaptations to otherwise terrestrial human anatomy include the following:
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Internal displacement of vital organs and the absolute majority of viscera to the body's anterior.
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Fusing of all bones below the jaw, including legs, arms, and pelvis, into a substantially elongated vertebral column.
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Extension of each individual vertebrae to form spines covered by a thin film of skin running tranverse along the verterbral column.
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Eversion of the entire respiratory system, which is displaced through the throat, before penetrating the skin's surface to create a series of branchia with sufficient surface area for aquatic respiration.
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Bioaccumulation of quicksilver within the liver and bloodstream to a point which ordinarily would be considered lethal for humans and most marine organisms.
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The flesh of SCP-7831 will, upon ingestion by a human, result in the reversal of organismal senescence causing the subject to cease biological aging. This has primarily been observed through the rejuvenation of the subject's physical health and repairing of existing tissue damage, but the process is otherwise poorly understood.
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ADDENDUM 7831.1:
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THE NINGYO TAPE
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The earliest known efforts to catalogue and analyse the existence of SCP-7831 were undertaken by the defunct Ministry for Human Studies, an organisation founded by the Japanese government after the Great War and devoted to studying the evolutionary history of humanity. The Foundation would not become actively involved in the containment of SCP-7831 until the events of the USS Henry Ford Incident.
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Between the early 1920s and the late 1980s, the Ministry for Human Studies subsidised the education for rural students attending marine biology courses at Kumamoto University. These courses functioned as a discreet method of recruiting future personnel for the Ministry for Human Studies and it is widely believed that the students were actively involved in researching phenomena which would now be regarded as anomalous in the present day.
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In January 1994, the Foundation acquired a videotape from Kumamoto University, detailing the Ministry's investigation into the existence of the Ningyo; a legendary creature often represented in Japanese literary traditions as possessing the physical characteristics of both a fish and a human. For accessibility purposes, the contents therein have been reproduced as a series of transcripts below:
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After displaying the logo of the Ministry for Human Studies, the video dissolves into the following frame:
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Fig 1.2: Still frame from the Ningyo tape.
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The video lingers on the frame for ten seconds, before fading into the interview. Nobuo is reclined against a wall and holds a dangling cigarette between his fingers. The sprawling urban mass of Minamata spans the horizon. Notable landmarks — including the Shin Nichitsu Chisso Factory and Minamata Bay — can easily be isolated between the crowded buildings.
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Fujita Nobuo:Chisso Factory? I'll tell you, that was the most stressful job of my entire life. My work was under near constant scrutiny and revision from the executives at Shin Nichitsu. I'd drive an hour to the site of the plant each day, only to be informed by a nervous executive with thinning hair that I'd need to revise my designs and make changes to previous blueprints. A new chemical vat here. Another ventilation unit there. They even had the sheer audacity to make me wait three weeks for a high-voltage electrical transformer to be shipped from overseas. They kept this game up for months and months.
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It wasn't just parts that changed on a whim either. Each week, I'd be responsible for a new crew, and I'm not talking about staggered shifts. One week, I'd be working with a crew based out of Kumamoto, and the very next day, it'd be some fresh-faced boys who were bused from Hokkaido on the other side of the country.
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He pauses, inhaling on his cigarette, before continuing.
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Fujita Nobuo: Initially, I was hired on a contract for six months to design a simple chemical production plant for Shin Nichitsu. Nitrates or fertiliser? Something like that. Regardless, it was supposed to be a quick and tidy job, yet it soon became anything but. It took an entire year and a half before their bosses were finally satisifed with my designs. By that point, the factory had expanded tenfold and would eventually be responsible for half of all the jobs in Minamata.
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I always strive for some balance between industry and aesthetics in my designs, but Chisso— I thought it was this sprawling monstrosity; giant smokestacks choked with black fumes, consuming the hills and forests as far as the eye could see. I only got to go inside once when I was done. All three stories standing above the ground were densely packed with twisting tubes, each one filled with viscous sludge. There were stacks of foreign electrical equipment from France, connecting to every vat, furnace, and boiler throughout the factory. The wastewater was filtered through some new American invention that was supposedly capable of separating any industrial waste from the effluent pouring out into the Bay. There wasn't a single corner that Shin Nichitsu wouldn't cut if it would save them money.
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He pauses again and redirects his attention to a series of passing trucks, watching as they enter the city limits. A military ensign depicting a red rising sun is emblazoned across their canvas canopies.
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Fujita Nobuo: It was stressful, but I kept all that to myself since they were paying me well above the industry standard for it. Despite all of the money in my pocket, I couldn't help but feel a great unease whilst I was working on Chisso. There was a great deal of chaos to the whole project. It was formless, without consistent shape or apparent design. Fluid and amorphous, the executives would make sweeping changes to my designs as if influenced by unseen strings.
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The worst part of it all? There was a single element of the design that never once changed. It was the factory's waste storage compartment; this great industrial vat beneath the factory floor that extended some fifty feet beneath the concrete foundations. The company's "senior partners" were personally involved with the installation, pulling in some poor crew from the military to secure this immense bulkhead over the structure. Just looking at that drain cover made me sick to the stomach—
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From offscreen, Nobuo is interrupted, as the interviewer asks if he ever saw anyone making deliveries to the factory. He turns to look at the crew member before answering.
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Fujita Nobuo: That's the strangest thing. Over the year and a half that I worked there, I never once saw a single civilian truck entering the factory to deliver chemicals. Not that it mattered, since their requests never included anything resembling a functional storage depot; only an export and shipping terminal.
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Nobuo pointedly stubs his cigarette out on the wall and turns back to the camera.
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Fujita Nobuo: As for why that was, I suppose you'd have to go ahead and ask their "senior partners".1
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The audio track quietly fades into the sounds of soft, rolling waves as the following image appears:
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Fig 1.3: Still frame from the Ningyo tape.
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Instead of proceeding to a recording of a live interview, the tape continues to display the image of Matsuda Fumiko. The background footage consists of a looped clip of Minamata Bay at low tide, accompanied once more by the sound of gentle waves. This audio track recedes in volume as Fumiko begins to speak.
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Matsuda Fumiko: There is something deeply wrong in Minamata and nobody cares to tell us the truth. Not Shin Nichitsu, not the military, not even our own government.
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Most of my family aren't native to the city. My mother's family moved from Izumi in the south shortly after the war was over, whilst my father relocated from Tsunagi to the city looking for work after graduating from university. He was eventually employed by Shin Nichitsu, but I spent the earliest years of my childhood living in Tsunagi with relatives.
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My earliest memories of Minamata are dominated by the smell. I always thought the city smelled rancid, but now I think it smells even worse than I ever imagined. I get excited just at the thought of going on vacation to visit family living outside of the city. Unlike Tsunagi and Izumi, it never smells of the sea here; it just reeks of dead fish and acrid chemicals burning at the back of your throat. Each night, my mother lights incense sticks as she prays, often joking that there isn't a single kami that would willingly call this city home. The incense keeps the smell away for some time, but it always returns with the morning. It is always worst just after sunrise, when the factory closes until the following evening.
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There is a short pause in the video tape. It is assumed that the question asked of Fumiko contained sensitive information and was therefore censored.
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Matsuda Fumiko: You — [pause] — you want to know how I found it? I was taking Wanta for a walk along a cleaner part of the Bay that morning, when she suddenly began to bark and growl in the direction of the beach. She's normally such a calm dog, and I was shocked to see her snapping like that. Before I could call her back, she ran down towards the sea. I chased after her— and that's when I saw it. It was half-buried in the sand and I could only make out its pink skin and a tail. I crouched down beside the thing and slowly turned it over with Wanta's stick. At first, I thought it was just a strange fish, but I couldn't believe it when I saw—
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Fumiko breaks off into a choking noise, followed by an audible gag, and the sound of a crinkling paper bag. The interview pauses for several seconds before resuming.
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Matsuda Fumiko: —It had a person's face.
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The video's audio abruptly cuts out and the video fades to a black screen. The following text appears:
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In 1959, the Ministry for Human Studies acquired the corpse of an unidentified animal that had washed ashore of Minamata Bay. The corpse was subsequently relocated to Kumamoto University for further study.
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Once again, the tape displays the logo of the Ministry for Human Studies, before presenting a verbal warning: All subsequent material is the explicit property of the Ministry for Human Studies and is suitable for internal distribution in concert with our international partners. Any external distribution of the following materials is a punishable offence.
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The video opens with the camera focused upon a vast and empty expanse of the ocean's surface. The caption beneath reads: In 1962, the Ministry for Human Studies launched their remotely operated underwater vehicle, Ryūjin, on an exploration of the Okinawa Trough, an oceanic basin situated south of Kyūshū.
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The camera rapidly descends beneath the surface of the ocean. The surrounding area is quickly plunged into darkness as the vehicle descends further, eventually reaching a point of complete darkness. The subtitles read:Ryūjin has approached a depth of 200m, the beginning of the mesopelagic zone. Only a single percentage of all light from above has managed to penetrate the water column.
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The camera drifts and bobs as Ryūjin is carried along by unseen tidal currents. It continues to descend further into the water column at an accelerated pace. An audible click can be heard as the ROV switches on a beam of light, scanning the ocean before it. A large octopus swims past the vehicle, followed by a series of drifting jellyfish.
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The vehicle settles for a moment as the beam of light focuses. Floating particles and debris descend through the camera's field of view. The text reads: At the base of the mesopelagic zone, there is no light. All of the animals residing at this depth are blind and rely upon their other senses for survival; taste, smell, and electroreceptors. The particulates drifting by the lens are referred to as marine snow, a continous shower of organic debris falling from above. It is the primary source of food within the mesopelagic.
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As the vehicle continues to observe the marine snow, something can be seen moving into frame from the distance. As it edges into the camera's view, the animal's silhouette becomes clearer. It possesses an undulating and sinous frame. Emerging from the depths, the creature regards the camera with a single eye, revealing the following image:
The animal turns away from the vehicle and its appearance becomes clearer as the powerful beam of light from the vehicle is no longer reflected back into the camera's aperture. It has a piscine form, but possesses a distinct neck that seperates its head from the torso. The animal flexs its lengthy body and the camera captures a pair of arms emerging from the torso, its hands grasping at passing debris. The caption simply reads:A Ningyo.
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As the fish disappears from view, the ROV begins to follow after it. The vehicle slowly approaches the walls of the oceanic trough, casting long shadows as the vehicle's torch-beam illuminates the murky depths of the ocean. The camera pivots, observing the fish dart between an opening in the wall as it disappears entirely from sight.
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The ROV attempts to navigate through the gap but fails to fit inside. The vehicle's beam of light scans the opening, revealing a group of the animals within the cavern. They raise their humanoid heads and turn towards the source of light, before swimming past the camera. A tearing sound can be heard and the ROV begins to plummet through the water for several minutes. It lands with a thudding crack, bringing up a cloud of dust and sand. The torch from the vehicle flickers and briefly reveals a group of shadows approaching the vehicle before the camera fails.
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In June of 1963, the Ministry for Human Studies successfully recovered the Ryūjin from the seafloor of the Okinawa Trough. The vehicle was discovered 2,716 metres beneath the surface of the ocean, resting atop a marine sediment predominantly consisting of a thick, silvered ooze. Long, furrowed marks were discovered along the umbilical cord which tethered the ROV to the surface point. The cavernous space could not be relocated.
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The tape proceeds to show a series of small, wooden tablets. Each one is roughly the length of a person's hand and are badly damaged by exposure to the elements. The image fades away and is replaced with a black screen, which displays the following text:
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These mokkan were discovered during an excavation of an ancient ceremonial site in western Kyūshū in 1971. The vast majority were of little concern, consisting of shipping tags and informal accounts of fishing inventories. However, a select number of the mokkan were identifed as being far older than the rest. Written in Old Japanese, these worn tablets date to the Nara period, during the early 8th century, and recount a variant of a traditional myth regarding the creation of the Japanese archipelago:
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“The birth of one invites the death of another. His wife’s harrowing cries yet still echoed in the ears of Izanagi. Her body, scarred and burned, lay across his lap. The squalling bundle of limbs whom he might have once called his son was covered in water-soaked reeds. It was a detestable and accursed infant, covered in blazing sores and burnt skin. Held between rage and grief, Izanagi drew his blade and beheaded his offspring, silencing its cries in an instant. He turned his back upon the bodies and ran an oilcloth across the length of his blade, entirely disregarding of the divine ichor which dripped from the sword's edge. Kagutsuchi, kami of flame, was dead, and yet his divine flesh gave rise to eight twisted deities. They crawled forth from his severed corpse and pledged oaths of loyalty to their father. Though twisted in appearance, they were benevolent in nature, and Izanagi granted them safe passage to descend to the surface below and reunite with their siblings.
+As Izanagi wiped his blade free of his own son's blood, the accursed droplets of silver ichor dripped from the heavens to the land beneath, falling like torrential rain upon the eight great islands, and the seas encompassing them. In the polluted ichor's presence, the seas turned black and frothed with a foul foam, whilst the soil of the land became salted and barren. Fields of rice withered and spoiled as deformed fish washed ashore from the depths, each one horribly swollen with countless writhing parasites.
+As the land and seas were polluted, the people of the islands fell into despair. They prayed to their deities for salvation and deliverence, but the children of Izanagi and Izanami were sworn to silence by their father as he plied the underworld in a desperate search for his wife's immortal spirit. A period of great despair and grief consumed the people of the eight islands. Starving and thirsty, many resorted to consuming the distended fish and diseased rice, inviting the accumulated pollution of the silver ichor into their own bodies. Those who did so became disfigured and monstrous. Just as it was with the gods, son slew mother, and father slew son in retribution. The divine pollution spread throughout the islands and entire communities withered in its presence.
+Despite the explicit orders of Izanagi, his inadvertant children could not watch the suffering of their people, and so descended to the surface in the guise of men, women, and great serpents. Those benevolent kami, born unwillingly of the accursed ichor, knew well the state of their own defilement, and so shared the sacred cleansing rituals of the divines with the people of the land. The ritual of misogi cleansed the land, sea, and even their own bodies of the pollution, and their divine knowledge was borne throughout the eight islands. In return, the people of the eight islands swore a steadfast vow to never venture into the lands that remained thick with the foul effluvia of a cursed, ever-dying god. Even now, as the kami return to the heavens above, we keep to these ancient truths.”
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The Ministry for Human Studies believes this story to be an ancient oral history belonging to the ancestral peoples of Japan, recalling the forgotten existence of the Dai-Shinboku.3
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The video lingers on the following frame for several seconds:
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Fig 1.5: Still frame from the Ningyo tape.
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The tape then proceeds to an interview with Katō Katsunobu, a researcher for the Ministry for Human Studies and faculty member at Kumamoto University. The faint hum of halogen lighting is audible over Katsunobu's voice. The previous image remains on-screen throughout the entire duration of the interview.
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Katō Katsunobu: Compared to those we recently observed near Okinawa, the corpse is far more visibly "human". Subject is 51cm in length and weighs 3.5kg. It retains many vestigial humanoid features, including bodily hairs, individual fingers, and external ears. The tail of this particular specimen has been determined to consist of fused leg bones; akin to that formed by a human embryo in the earliest stages of foetal development. Its bones are soft and pliable, whilst the the aforementioned hairs are most similar to unpigmented neonatal lanugo.
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He pauses and a loud, wet noise is audible.
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Katō Katsunobu: My researchers arrived at the conclusion that the corpse would have possessed extremely poor vision and hearing, regardless of whether it inhabitated a terrestrial or marine environment. The ears retain the external design of a terrestrial animal, but the conductive tissues are clearly adapted for detecting sound waves propagating through a fluid medium. The eyes are somewhere between that of a terrestrial and aquatic mammal as the pupil is capable of contorting into a wider shape. Additionally, the corpse suffers from severe atrophy within the musculature of the arms and scapula. As such, it would have been incapable of supporting its own body weight upon land.
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He pauses again and another loud, wet noise can be heard. It is assumed that Katsunobu is returning the corpse to its original position.
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Katō Katsunobu: The discoloured green skin, initially described as a rich pink by the girl who found the corpse, was in the process of peeling away from the surface of the face, torso, and upper limbs. What she described as "pink skin" is actually a number of subdermal scales with pink colouration erupting through the epidermis. It was determined that the corpse would have been entirely incapable of sustained aquatic respiration. The lungs, whilst adapted for retaining large quantities of oxygen, remain terrestrial and are insufficient for filtering dissolved oxygen from water. Additionally, the specimen's lungs were filled with a mixture of electrolytes, lipid fats, and urea suspended within a solution of water. We also took note of elevated concentrations of quicksilver within the corpse's bloodstream and liver, assumedly derived from water pollution within Minamata Bay.
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At the end of the video, a subtitle reads:The Ministry for Human Studies has elected to label the deceased specimen as Stage Ni, whilst the live specimens have been designated as Stage San. Future endeavours are to focus on locating evidence to support the existence of the hypothesised Stage Shi.
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ADDENDUM 7831.2:
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THE USS HENRY FORD INCIDENT
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Between November 1995 and April 1996, the USS Henry Ford was stationed in Sasebo, Nagasaki Prefecture, Kyūshū as vital modernisations were being carried out at the nuclear-powered supercarrier's home port in Yokosuka, Kanagawa Prefecture.4 During this time, the crew were permitted to engage in an extended period of shore leave and partook in varied recreational activities.
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One of these activities was surf fishing, a recreational sport which was popular across the rocky beaches of Sasebo. On March 29th, 1996, PFC Michael Higgins successfully caught a large, unidentified fish, measuring approximately seven metres in length. Unwilling to abandon such an enormous and strange catch, he and the other military personnel on the beach took a picture posing with the fish, before hauling it up the wash and smuggling it aboard the USS Henry Ford at night.
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Upon boarding the vessel, the head chef of the USS Henry Ford permitted Higgins to store the fish's corpse in the ship's freezer overnight as the men hoped to use it in a prank before taking further pictures with the immense carcass. After hanging his catch up with the assistance of two other personnel, LCpl Malcolm Jefferson and PFC Kenneth Jackson, Higgins made a sarcastic remark that the catch would make for good sushi as the crew would ordinarily cook and eat any fish caught while surf fishing.
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The following morning, all crew aboard the USS Henry Ford were ordered to remain in their quarters until further notice whilst any crew that were still ashore were refused permission to board the vessel. Three other members of the crew; Michael Higgins, Malcolm Jefferson, and Kenneth Jackson, were confined to the ship's emergency room and were not permitted to receive any visitors.
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The following records were acquired by the Foundation from the United States government after their declassification under the Public Information Act of 1966, a package of legislation affecting the disclosure of federal records, which was issued by President Robert F. Kennedy.
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MESSAGE LOGS OF THE USS HENRY FORD
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| DATE: JAN1996
+| TO: RO:HENRYFORD
+| FROM: DCHA>DIRECTORHOBBES
+| RE: RESEARCH PERMIT ISSUED
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THE DCHA HAS SEEN FIT TO ISSUE PERMIT
+ITEM #0982: "NINGYO"
+PRIORITY: SILVER
+DIRECTIVE: ACQUIRE SPECIMEN FOR FUTURE STUDY
+LIASE W/ MUTUAL CONTACTS FOR FRTHR DETAILS
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| DATE: JAN1996
+| TO: DCHA>DIRECTORHOBBES
+| FROM: RO:HENRYFORD
+| RE: RESEARCH PERMIT ISSUED
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ACKNOWLEDGED
+RELATED TO QUICKSILVER POISONING?
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| DATE: JAN1996
+| TO: RO:HENRYFORD
+| FROM: DCHA>DIRECTORHOBBES
+| RE: RESEARCH PERMIT ISSUED
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CORRECT
+DESPITE ALSO OUTLAWING SUBSTANCE
+JAPAN CONTINUES TO REPORT INCIDENTS
+SUSPECT IRMINSUL CONTAMINANT
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| DATE: JAN1996
+| TO: DCHA>DIRECTORHOBBES
+| FROM: RO:HENRYFORD
+| RE: RESEARCH PERMIT ISSUED
OBSERVATION OF OTOLITH RINGS
+ANNUAL GROWTH IS CONSISTENT
+ELDEST SPECIMEN WAS 11M LONG
+ELEVATED CONCENTRATION OF QUICKSILVER IN BLOOD
+VESTIGIAL LIMBS PRESENT IN HINDQUARTERS
ACKNOWLEDGED
+UPDATE TO DIRECTIVES
+OBTAIN LIVE SPECIMEN FOR TRANSFER TO HOME PORT
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| DATE: MAR1996
+| TO: DCHA>DIRECTORHOBBES
+| FROM: RO:HENRYFORD
+| RE: LIVE SPECIMENS
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LIVE SUBJECTS ACQUIRED
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| DATE: MAR1996
+| TO: RO:HENRYFORD
+| FROM: DCHA>DIRECTORHOBBES
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ELABORATE?
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| DATE: MAR1996
+| TO: DCHA>DIRECTORHOBBES
+| FROM: RO:HENRYFORD
+| RE: LIVE SPECIMENS
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NOT BIRTHED, BUT MADE ANEW
+EXPOSURE TO QUICKSILVER INDUCES CHANGES
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| DATE: MAR1996
+| TO: RO:HENRYFORD
+| FROM: DCHA>DIRECTORHOBBES
+| RE: LIVE SPECIMENS
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UNDERSTOOD
+ARE THE SUBJECTS CONTAINED?
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| DATE: MAR1996
+| TO: DCHA>DIRECTORHOBBES
+| FROM: RO:HENRYFORD
+| RE: LIVE SPECIMENS
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CONTAINED IN HOLDING TANKS PROVIDED BY CONTACTS
+QUARANTINED THE SHIP
+INFORM NEXT OF KIN?
+ADVISE
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| DATE: MAR1996
+| TO: RO:HENRYFORD
+| FROM: DCHA>DIRECTORHOBBES
+| RE: LIVE SPECIMENS
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ACKNOWLEDGED
+CAPTAIN WILL BE INFORMED TO SAIL FOR HOME PORT
+LET US HANDLE THE REST
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SENESCENCE EVENT
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Video Log Transcript
+Date: 30/3/1996
+Participants: Dr. David Clark, Chief Medical Officer
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Dr. Clark enters the emergency room of the USS Henry Ford. The room is empty aside from an attending nurse and three bodies which lie in military cots at the end of the room. Though obscured by a set of thick curtains, the silhouettes of the bodies can be observed writhing, twitching, and twisting.
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Dr. Clark asks a question to a person located outside of the camera's view, assumed to be the attending nurse, before approaching the first cot. He sits down beside them, the pair remaining seperated by the curtain.
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Dr. Clark: I know it might be difficult in your current condition, but please tell me everything you can remember, Private Higgins.
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Laboured breathing is audible over the microphone as the obscured figure attempts to turn its head in the direction of Dr. Clark's voice.
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Private Higgins: I-I can't see. I can hardly hear you, doc. The air, it burns my lungs. Every inch of my skin crawls. It feels like somebody is pulling at my bones, yanking them out of place, and resetting them at the wrong angle. [pauses]. Am I dying?
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Dr. Clark: Private, it's important that we figure out what is happening to you first. The nurse has diagnosed you with acute quicksilver poisoning, a dangerous and life-threatening disease. I need to know how it got into your body.
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Private Higgins: We— we ate the fish, but it wasn't no fish. Too chewy; all sinew and stringed flesh. Jackson was the first to notice it— his tattoo had vanished. Jefferson was next, he'd gashed his leg open while carrying our fishing poles back to the ship. By morning, there wasn't a single mark on his body.
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Dr. Clark nods and turns his head, lowering his voice to a harsh whisper.
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Dr. Clark: When did you notice your own changes, Higgins?
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Private Higgins clears his throat, heaving and audibly retching. One of the men in the adjacent cots lets out a scream of pain, which is swiftly punctured by a loud gurgling sound.
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Private Higgins: I woke up and my skin was turning pink. I remembered the briefing about the locals in the south suffering from a strange disease. I didn't know what was happening and I just- I panicked. Then, there was a knock at my door, and two men in hazmat suits muscled their way in. They injected something into me and then I woke up here like this. [pauses] The nurse keeps slathering damp towels on my neck. I can't feel my legs anymore. It hurts so much, doc— Please.
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Dr. Clark: I'm afraid I can't do that, Private.
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Dr. Clark withdraws the curtain. The nurse in the back hurriedly vacates the emergency room. Private Higgins having assumedly lost the ability to use his vocal chords has been rendered unable to speak and simply stares up at the ceiling with clouded eyes. His skin is covered in scale-like growths and his arms have jagged, piscine fins made from hardened skin, but remain humanoid and terminate in hands of webbed fingers. Higgins gurgled audibly as his gills pulsate, his body writhing in the cot.
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The USS Henry Ford Incident was publicly reported to be the first incident of quicksilver poisoning involving American citizens since it was subjected to a nation-wide ban as part of the Quicksilver Control Act of 1992. The legislation was passed in the closing years of the first Clinton administration, following years of rising concern over the hazardous effects which quicksilver production had on the public's health.
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The bodies of the three victims were interred in lead-lined coffins at Fort Rosecrans National Cemetery, San Diego, in order to prevent any contamination of the surrounding environment.
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+Name: Giant_Oarfish.jpg
+Author: Wm. Leo Smith
+License: Public Domain
+Source Link:Wikimedia Commons
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Special Containment Procedures Identification Number: 8109
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Anomalous Weapon, Anti-Entropic, Spontaneous Human Freezing.
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Special Containment Procedures
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As of 07-22-2024, 10 vials of SCP-8109 (each containing 10 ml of the active agent in a saline suspension) are known to exist. One of these vials (SCP-8109-1) was confirmed destroyed during experimental testing. Another vial (SCP-8109-2) was utilized by unknown hostiles during a raid on Site-76 on 08-29-2016. The eight remaining vials are under secure storage at Site-76 «footnote 1».
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As victims of SCP-8109 exhibit anti-entropic properties, rapidly absorbing heat from the surrounding area, proper storage of cadavers is a priority. Site 76's deep chill storage facility will suffice for this purpose. Should an SCP-8109 victim be encountered in the wild, Mobile Task Force Kappa-Five ("Vonnegut's Nightmare") will be dispatched to sequester and secure the cadaver.
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No further containment procedures are required. «footnote 2»
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Site-76 is a major containment site located in the United States of America, housing a large number of anomalous objects presumed to be man-made. The Site is one of the oldest American facilities still in operation, located within former US government buildings.
X-ray image of a 9 year-old male victim of SCP-8109. Note the crystallization of the brain matter, the ice-spikes caused by rapidly freezing spinal fluid, and the damage to the cranium.
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SCP-8109 is an anti-entropic catalyst. In the presence of a saline liquid, SCP-8109 will undergo a rapid anti-entropic endothermic reaction, resulting in a sudden temperature drop to near absolute zero (approx. -270 degrees Celsius).
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Initial concerns regarding a possible self-sustaining chain reaction (CASE FIMBULWINTER) were disproved by laboratory testing: one milliliter of SCP-8109 is sufficient to freeze between ten and twenty liters of seawater when activated, but that same freezing process will encapsulate the catalyst within a shell of salt water ice, isolating it from the surrounding environment and rendering it safe for transport.
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Despite the obvious dangers, SCP-8109 is simple to contain in its current state. All existing samples have been micro-encapsulated in an artemicite «footnote 1» nano-lattice, suspended within a solution of distilled water.
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Experimentation on human subjects has shown that the encapsulated SCP-8109 lingers in the body upon consumption, passing through the blood-brain barrier and taking up residence within the corpus callosum. Test subjects have reported feelings of deep chill, the desire to consume heated beverages up to and including scalding-hot temperatures, and a markedly reduced core body temperature, but are otherwise unharmed until SCP-8109 is activated.
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The nature of the antientropic catalyst is unknown, and the manufacturing process has been lost. As of the current date, there is no further means of manufacturing SCP-8109. «footnote 2»
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A thaumaturgically active alloy utilized by Type Blue mages. Artemicite is unusual in that exposure to thaumic energy within a certain aspect range (Ruby, Double-Flat, Tight) will cause it to rapidly dissolve into its component metals. As this form of thaumic energy does not exist in nature and can only be generated by deliberate thaumic working, artemicite is often used in thaumatological trigger mechanisms to ensure against accidental activation.
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Addendum 1: History of Development
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SCP-8109 is an eigenweapon created by Thoth Industries «footnote 1» at the behest of the Bowe Commission as part of Project Olympus «footnote 2» in 1991. Originally developed as an improved refrigerant for military equipment following the Montreal Protocols' ban on chlorofluorocarbons enacted in 1989, SCP-8109's unusual antientropic properties prompted further research into development as an area denial weapon «footnote 3». Due to the anti-entropic catalyst only activating in the presence of saline water, and its tendency to form a self-sealing ice water shell, this usage case proved less than optimal.
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Research then focused on possible use as a delayed-action assassination/population reduction weapon. By encapsulating the anti-entropic catalyst in an artemicite nano-lattice, the catalyst could be introduced into an enemy's water or food supply, spreading throughout the population and being taken up into the subject's body, where it would linger until exposed to the activating thaumic energy. This would allow for the slow spreading of the weapon throughout an enemy populace followed by a sudden activation, resulting in the rapid termination of multiple enemies at once.
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Initial tests indicated that the SCP-8109 eigenweapon (Project Belphegor) could be an effective assassination weapon, but was hampered by its openly anomalous effects, which would have made its deployment incompatible with the Veil Protocol. Research into controlled dosage delivery mechanisms continued until the shuttering of Project Olympus following the Foundation's falling-out with the Bowe Commission in the winter of 2002. Due to disagreement regarding the disposal of Thoth Industries assets, Foundation personnel secured the Thoth Industries facilities by force, removing as many anomalous assets as possible and placing them into containment.
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In the case of SCP-8109, attempts to secure records of the manufacturing process for SCP-8109 were stymied by the leader of MTF Omega-7's Team Santiago «footnote 5», who activated the self-destruct procedure for Thoth Industries' main data hub, following which he personally executed the head researcher for Project Belphegor «footnote 6» before Foundation operatives could secure him for transport. «footnote 7»
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The Bowe Commission's para-soldier project enacted in cooperation with The Foundation. Project Olympus was shuttered following the death of General Ulysses Bowe at the hands of «SCIPNET:SCP-076» during a containment breach at Site-17.
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Mobile Task Force Omega-Seven (Pandora's Box) was a special Mobile Task Force formed under the auspices of the Bowe Commission, intended to test the usage of anomalous weaponry in the defense of the United States. Team Able was intended to test the usage of «SCIPNET:SCP-076» in combat, while Team Iris was intended to support «SCIPNET:SCP-105» in infiltration and Espionage operations. Team Santiago was formed as a test unit for non-humanoid anomalous weaponry, including the anti-entropic catalyst now designated as SCP-8109.
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Dr. Vincent Chin, formerly of Thoth Industries. Dr. Chin was responsible for the development of the SCP-8109 anti-entropic catalyst, and was a key figure in Project Belphegor's development.
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In the summer of 2016, Foundation Site-76 was compromised by an unknown party. Breaching the hidden entrance to Site-76 at Maher Air Force Base, a four-man infiltration team proceeded into the lower levels of Foundation Site-76, causing multiple containment breaches in the process. One of the breaches was of SCP-8109's storage facility, during which one of the reinforced pods containing a vial of SCP-8109 was compromised. The vial was then used to cover the attackers' escape, freezing a large portion of the Site-76 wastewater system while the attackers escaped through the drainage channels.
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Multiple Simultaneous Attacks Upon Foundation Sites
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This is Junior Archivist Henry Lenard. I am writing this from the SCiPNET terminal on Platform 7 of Protected Site-7. The doorway to this chamber is currently frozen shut, and all seven platforms have been entombed in ice created by SCP-8109, meaning I am unable to access any other terminals on this site.
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Hostile forces have taken over the facility. All RAISA assets, including the PANOPTICON global surveilance system, the AIAD main cluster, and all SCiPNET terminals, are to be considered compromised.
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At 0600 hours this morning, all contact was lost with Site-35. After repeated attempts to re-establish contact, RAISA staff tapped into the remote security footage from the Site-35 camera network. Downloaded footage showed multiple staff members with ice crystals jutting from their skin and body, apparently killed by flash-freezing.
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At 0615 hours, Site-39 also dropped off the network: tapped footage from security cameras showed similar deaths of staff within that site. At 0633, a building in Lansing, Michigan, erupted into a shower of snow made of frozen human blood: the epicenter of this attack coincided with the location of Site-11.
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SCP-8109 was identified as the most probable cause of these incidents. Mobile Task Force Kappa-5 was immediately activated, while personnel at Site-76 opened SCP-8109's containment chamber and opened one of the remaining vials of SCP-8109. The vial was found to contain a non-anomalous saline solution of water and potassium chloride. Further investigation confirmed that all eight vials of SCP-8109 were compromised in this fashion.
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By this time, Mobile Task Force Kappa-5 had arrived at Sites-35 and 39 and begun their investigation. Records showed that the water filtration system at the affected sites had been serviced within the past year. A device consisting of a small plastic pouch with a time-release valve was discovered in the site's primary water intake. A Foundation-wide alert went out, and similar devices were found at multiple other sites. Personnel at the affected sites were questioned: many reported feeling an unusual chill over the past few months, and several reported having increased their consumption of hot drinks as a result.
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Of note: the total amount of liquid within these devices far exceeded the 80 ml believed to have existed in Foundation containment. There is only one conclusion we can reach: the attack on Site-76 detailed in Addendum 2 was carried out for the express purpose of capturing the remaining samples to facilitate reverse-engineering the process of manufacturing SCP-8109.
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I don't have much time. A few minutes ago, Site-7's outer security perimeter reported a small airborne object approaching the facility at speed. Visual observation confirmed that the device was a quadcopter-style drone with an unidentified device strapped underneath, later determined to be an improvised aerosol dispersion system. Despite the best efforts of Site security personnel, the device succeeded in deploying its cargo over Platform 3: upon being exposed to the aerosolized payload, Foundation security personnel experienced spontaneous anti-entropic reactions: subsequent drone attacks with similar payloads have resulted in the deaths of 75% of RAISA personnel at Site-7.
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It begins with a tickle. A slight lingering feeling of coolness where it should not belong. It continues with a chill under your skin: a warm summer breeze across bare skin that pierces like an ice pick through your flesh. A glass of ice water that seems to catch in the back of your throat. A shard of ice from a spoonful of sorbet that you feel slide down your gullet and into your stomach, where it seems to settle like a feeling of dread, just under your heart.
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It’s a hot summer day, and still you find yourself layered up in down and wool. The noonday sun feels like an arctic breeze. You shiver in the bath even as the water you soak in scalds your skin, turning it red and bubbling. You’ll turn a hair dryer to full speed, breathe in air that scorches your lungs, and even as you cough up the burning remnants of your alveoli, one thought will linger in your brain in letters of steel and frost:
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I AM SO COLD.
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When water freezes, it does not do so all at once: it needs a seed, an imperfection, for the crystals to form around. Some fleck of dust or mineral fragment that causes the molecules to line up, to form up in 30-degree angles and hexagonal spikes, trapping the imperfections within them as they spread across the surface of the water like flashing flames.
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This is the fate that awaits you: the final flash-freezing of your existence as your super-chilled soul ripples and cracks. Feel the shards crackle through your flesh, your skin splitting wide as the chill of night rips itself outwards from your veins and capillaries. Your bones crack open under the hammer-blow of the freezing marrow, the brick-red tissue pushing its way out through your freezing meat in long, knife-shaped shards jutting outwards like the claws of a beast tearing its way from the cocoon of your body.
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And like a beast, it roars as it is born, the shriek of twisting bone and the purr of crackling frozen blood and bile, the howl of air molecules supercooled by your last breath scattering iron-red snowflakes in a hemoglobin blizzard centered on you, you, you, you. And as your soul freezes and falls into the abyss of entropy, your last thought will be the same as your first, the last flicker of life in your brain before eternity claims you being those four small familiar words:
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Flee. Seek shelter. Light your fires and seek out the warmth where you will. It will avail you not. All existence began in the cold of the void, and all life ends with the chill of the grave. It was there before the first light shone, and it will remain when the last proton decays, and it is coming for you now.
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All employees of the water park, inside which the SCP-8414 is located, other than its director and owner, must consist of employees of the foundation. Preference is given to people with previous experience working in a similar environment, such as those trained as pool lifeguards. Customers who are not part of the foundation's staff, including Class D personnel, must visit the water park regularly and interact with SCP-8414. The foundation is to carry out minor marketing operations in situations during which the number of customers visiting the water park begin to drop suddenly, in order to maintain a steady number of visitors.
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Any person who has come into contact with SCP-8414 must be subjected to discreet surveillance to check the possibility of obtaining informations from SCP-8414. If a threat to leak sensitive data is detected, the person is to be treated with Class A amnestics. It is preferable to target people with a low level of education as customers of the water park in order to more easily detect the sudden appearance of complex or unusual informations or memories in their consciousness. The methods currently recommended are mainly discreet marketing, manipulation of online ads, and organization of profiled group tours.
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Secret surveillance is to include a network of microphones and cameras in pools, saunas, hot tubs, changing rooms, entrance ticket offices, and the parking lot. Individual agents are to befriend customers on the site of the water park and engage in conversations on topics such as: how using the sauna area positively affects memory, sudden recovery of memories, or bringing up the subject of unusual memories.
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Staff working on site is expected to actively prevent inappropriate use of the relaxation room by visiting customers, while referring to the official rules and regulations of the water park as a reason for doing so.
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Procedures will be refined and adjusted accordingly once a research consensus is reached on the proper nature and modus operandi of the anomaly.
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Technical drawing of the loungers
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SCP-8414 refers to all three heated spa loungers, located in the relaxation room at the Aqua Park geothermal water park in the Tatrzański [tat·ʂaɲɕi] County, Małopolska [mawɔpɔlska] Voivodeship, Poland, or to the relaxation room itself.
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The three heated spa loungers have been designated as SCP-8414-1, SCP-8414-2 and SCP-8414-3. Each was made by the COVI company, labeled as the DIVANO 1600 model. Covered in ceramic mosaic of blue and white shades, they have the same dimensions, viz: 2160 millimeters in length, 1630 millimeters in width, and 900 millimeters in height, with the maximum height referring to the headrests and the deepest, central part of each lounger being 290 millimeters high. The leg rests stand at a height of 400 millimeters.
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Relaxation room where SCP-8414 is located is a partially glazed room, with walls covered with plaster that imitates mountain stone. An informational sign in Polish and English is located on the entrance door to the room.
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The Relaxation Room is the perfect complement to the Sauna Area. This is the place where you will calm down before visiting the sauna or recuperate right after leaving it. Resting in a comfortable position, you will soothe your senses, calm your breathing, and tame your thoughts.
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Researchers disagree on the properties of the SCP-8414 anomaly. The two main competing hypotheses are: the hypothesis of transfer of memories, or informations, and the hypothesis of creation of memories, or informations.
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The transfer hypothesis postulates that SCP-8414 is capable of implanting the memories, or informations, of any person who has been in contact with the anomaly in the past to any other person who has subsequently been in contact with SCP-8414.
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The creation hypothesis suggests that the memories, or informations received from the SCP-8414, are not originating from people who have previously came into contact with this SCP, but from the SCP itself, being at least in some cases manufactured memories, or false informations.
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Regardless of this dispute, researchers were able to conclude that the informations, or memories, acquired through contact with the anomaly cannot be called "perfect", and their detail varies from case to case. Moreover, not every contact with SCP-8414 triggers its anomalistic properties. The exact conditions required for this are currently unknown.
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Research distinguishing such conditions from correlations within the observed cases is currently still in progress. Occasionally, the anomalistic properties of SCP-8414 may extend beyond the relaxation room and affect people at a distance. Whether prior contact with SCP-8414 is required for this is also currently unclear.
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Increase in range of effects of SCP-8414 correlates positively with the following situations:
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• Sudden decrease in customers visiting the water park where the SCP-8414 is located.
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• Sudden drop in customers visiting the saunas inside the water park where the SCP-8414 is located.
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• Sudden drop in customers visiting the relaxation room where SCP-8414 is located.
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• Statistical difference in the number of people using any of the loungers exceeding 10 people per month.
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• Attempted to move any of the loungers.
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SCP-8414 first attracted the foundation's attention on January 11, 2009, when a woman appeared at Site-███, located in ███████, claiming to have recalled its existence during a visit to a water park that was part of her winter vacation. The woman was amnestied and sent home under surveillance and given the cover of a story of drunken parties on a business trip.
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After a closer look at the situation in a short period of time, it was possible to confirm more than a dozen more cases of unusual recovery or retrieval of memories, all of which were linked to this particular water park. In early February 2009, the building was bought out and secured with a plan to begin testing. However, the sudden decline in the park's clientele resulted in a dramatic increase in cases of new recalls within the city where the water park was located. After the city was temporarily quarantined, increasing numbers of cases began to be reported throughout the Tatrzański [tat·ʂaɲɕi] and Nowotarski [nɔvɔtarskʲi] counties in Poland. And in a short time also in Prešovský [ˈprɛʃɔv.ski] and Žilinský [ˈʒɪlɪnskiː] regions in Slovakia. At the suggestion of Dr. Ziach [ʑax], the quarantine was lifted and the water park reopened, which stopped the process.
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A view of the section of the water park where SCP-8414 is located
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Similar situation repeated in 2010, growing in the extent of the effect area until the building was resold to the previous owners. In 2011, a sudden increase in cases of unexplained recovery of memories in people other than customers of the water park began to proceed right after the decision to put all the employee positions back into private hands. The situation was halted only at a time when all jobs were taken back by foundation employees. This included roles ranging from cleaners to cashiers to lifeguards, watchmen, and a manager, but excluding the director of the water park. It took a lot of reshuffling to uncover this combination, along with the foundation's realization that D-class personnel did not meet the standards required to stop the expansion of the SCP-8414 area of effect.
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That situation has led to new cases of people obtaining random memories throughout the Małopolska [mawɔpɔlska] Voivodeship in Poland and the Prešovský [ˈprɛʃɔv.ski] Žilinský [ˈʒɪlɪnskiː] and Banskobystrický [banskobi'strit͡skiː] regions in Slovakia. All known cases in these three events were managed after a period of several months by personal cover stories preventing the leakage of any sensitive informations.
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During the 2012-2015 period, similar reactions from SCP-8414 was triggered by the following situations and actions:
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• Unintentional damage to SCP-8414-2 by a drunken water park customer.
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• Attempted sexual intercourse by a pair of customers on SCP-8414-2.
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• Failure of the heating system of SCP-8414-1.
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• Statistical decrease in the use of SCP-8414-3 by spa customers.
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• Fatal heart attack by a customer who used SCP-8414-21.
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Despite the suggested name, my expertise will focus primarily on clarifying the problems we have encountered. Our team would appreciate assistance in analyzing the anomaly we have been entrusted with from any researcher who has access to this document. As you can see, we are limited by terminological problems. Due to an ongoing research dispute between proponents of two hypotheses of how SCP-8414 works, we have not been able to develop a consensus on the use of the terms memory, knowledge, and information. Because of this, most of them are used interchangeably in describing the anomaly.
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Because of the way in which we learn about the content of most of the memories or informations we acquire, that is: through seemingly loose conversations with clients, we must take into account that the loose form of expression about this acquired knowledge may distort the details of their characteristics. By this I mean not only their content but their phenomenological acquisition itself, so to speak. Some people seem to acquire specific informations, others more contextual memories of varying detail – from very general feelings to specific memories of the process of knowledge acquisition that occurs in the subjects inside the more general context of the new memory.
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Regarding the dispute between proponents of the two hypotheses, it seems important for me to emphasize why I, too, believe that resolving the origin of this informations, or memories, is important. On a more trivial note, this will allow us to be consistent in terminology, which will translate into clarity of descriptions and efficiency of research. We are now in agreement that if we can prove that SCP-8414 creates what it communicates to the subjects, we will refer to it as information, and if it transports something between cases, we will refer to it as a memory. However, a much more important issue, in the context of either creating or transporting, is the content of what we have gleaned from the anomaly. With the help of SCP-8414, we have possessed knowledge of another potential anomaly, which ██████████████████████ and which existence we have not been able to confirm so far in any other way than through a memory or informations from SCP-8414. What is important, then, is whether SCP-8414 simply creates informations or whether its location was visited in the past by a person of interest who knew of the existence of the unknown anomaly.
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It may be noted that what is revealed here is our pre-assumption valuing a memory as potentially true and, in turn, information as potentially false, which is not necessarily the state of reality. But it does give us, again, a starting point in analyzing whether this SCP-8414 perhaps has knowledge of other anomalies or whether someone visiting them in the past, about whom we know nothing, had such a perception. This difference is clearly important to all of us.
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An attempt to settle the dispute on the basis of the other information we obtained was unsuccessful. The cultural references we obtain from the subjects seem to be correct considering the margin of error of false memories. By this we mean that if someone recalls the content of a song, a number to someone, a recipe for something, the plot of a TV series, ect., this usually coincides with the actual data, and the margin of error increases with the complexity of the information in question and may have different sources. For SCP-8414 to convey incomplete information or memories copied from someone who remembered them incorrectly, is as possible as the error of the research tool itself, arising from those obtaining this knowledge, who could also easily lose the detail of a given piece of information or forget to convey it in conversation.
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A good example of the conflict is the lost work of Porphyry of Tyre, mentioned earlier in the documentary, recovered with the help of SCP-8414. Entirely recited to us in Greek by a fifty-nine-year-old retired police officer, suspected by the local parson of xenolalia. Verification of its authenticity is still inconclusive. Proponents of the information creation hypothesis see this as an argument for the random hallucination of SCP-8414 in a manner similar to primitive artificial intelligence language models. Those of our fellow researchers, who support the transfer of memories hypothesis, put forward the suspicion or suggestion that someone writing a habilitation, based on the yet unpublished, rediscovered work of Porphyry of Tyre, might have visited the water park. In a similar way, the memories of burning inside the tires, obtained inadvertently while attempting to take a sample of the material, should, as it were, settle the question in favor of producing memories. However, researchers from the transport of memories hypothesis camp managed to discover that in the past the water park was visited by a rehabilitation group for people with extensive body burns, including victims of organized crime. Thus, there is still a possibility that this is information taken from one of the group's clients.
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Following the hypothesis of transport of memories – there is also the serious problem of the fact that we know nothing about what conditions would have to be met for the retrieval of memories to occur. We are able to more or less establish the conditions necessary for the retrieval of information from anomalies by following the correlations between known cases. Some correlations, however, border on apophenia. For example, everyone we know of who received memories from SCP-8414 was born on the day AC Milan [ˈmiːlan] won a football match, but we are not sure what to do with this information. We seek the patterns in all this, but we move like blinds in the dark.
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Supporters of both hypotheses warn by pointing out the same problem: the real possibility of SCP-8414 passing infohazard to any of the visitors. I would just like to point out that the place receives an average of three thousand clients a day. Given the unpredictable nature of the anomaly, or perhaps the capricious nature if we were to consider it an intentional agency, such a threat could potentially involve outsiders as we have seen in previous years. We know that at least some of the people who received new memories during the 2011 incident have never visited the water park, which only underscores the threat we face here. The anomaly has already given one visitor knowledge of another known SCP in the past. In the course of researching SCP-8414, more than a dozen researchers have been in contact with it. So, we only need to assume that the memory transfer hypothesis is correct and then think about how many anomalies are using the acquisition of knowledge about themselves as a method of spreading their reach to understand what kind of problem we are dealing with on a daily basis.
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Convenient working conditions in a water park may cause dismissive or ridiculous looks at our situation, but we should not be deluded. The fact that our agents are stretching out of boredom in lifeguard chairs and sitting for days in saunas should not distract from the ticking bomb on which we all sit here. Just because I'm writing this document in between passing customers at the water park's checkout doesn't mean I'm on vacation or that the anomaly is contained. Nothing in this situation can be called anomaly containment. We are all here in a blackmail stalemate that limits our chances of understanding the mechanisms of what we are dealing with. If the assumed agency of the anomaly, rather than the absurdly intricate cause-and-effect mechanism of its operation, means that at any time SCP-8414 can, of its own volition, expand the area of its range again without any known limits on the distance or informations it can transmit. We need help. Dr. Ziach [ʑax].
The attached audio recording was recovered consensually from Basar Solutions LLC and was originally recorded by the rudimentary operational team to demonstrate the capabilities and applied practicalities of SCP-8465. Please note that the experimental testing procedures and conduct displayed in the audio log reflect neither the intended methodology of the Foundation in pertinence to future research endeavors, nor our organization's general standards of moral and ethical treatment regarding testing subjects.
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SCP-8465 has since been modified to increase geometric obfuscation and better suit the structural needs of Site-196’s Research & Development Wing. The prior usage of combined analgesic and deliriant medications by Basar Solutions LLC for testing procedure is no longer endorsed/necessary. SCP-8465’s effects achieve sufficient psychosomatic malleability alone.
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This document has been appropriately prepared to mitigate the transmission of SCP-8465's cognitohazardous conceptual reconciliation.
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<Begin Log>
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Proctor:
+Do you hear me alright?
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Subject:
+[unintelligible]
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Proctor:
+Speak up.
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Subject:
+[…] - Am I dead? Is this- ugh.
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Proctor:
+Enough of the histrionics… can you hear me?
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Subject:
+Where- I can hear- who- my throat burns so bad, I can’t see anything…
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Substituted nonverbal semiote.
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Proctor:
+You are going to follow my instructions. Keep questions to a minimum.
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Subject:
+I can’t breathe, I can’t- can you get me a water, please, my throat feels like, I think I coughed up blood again-
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Proctor:
+You are going to follow my instructions. Keep questions to a minimum.
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Subject:
+Is someone there? He tied me up, I think he- let me out, please! It’s too bright, I know I’m tied up, I can feel it. If it’s sex-
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Proctor:
+You are going to follow my instructions. Keep questions to a minimum.
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Subject:
+Can't you answer me? Please. I don’t like how this feels!
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Proctor:
+You consent to this.
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Subject:
+No, no no… I can’t- there’s gotta be someone else who can help me- hello? Can anyone hear me? There’s a man and he tied me up, and I can’t breathe or see right? I don’t know why he did this to me…
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Proctor:
+You did this to yourself.
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Subject:
+Did I?
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Proctor:
+You always do.
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Subject:
+I don’t know, I hate bright lights, I hate cold metal, I hate intercoms, and I hate the feeling of sweat on my skin and not being able to wash it off. Did I get spiked? You brought me here, I can’t do this to myself again. I can’t.
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Proctor:
+Yes, you can. I remember on your behalf that you will always consent. I know this fact, you know this fact, and will know this fact surer, and our study intends to commit this fact to tape. Do you understand? Obey me and this too will pass.
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Subject:
+Why?
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Proctor:
+You are going to follow my instructions. Keep questions to a minimum. I am going to issue commands to you. You will answer to me when I ask. This is agreeable, and your compliance is assured, because it already was. I will start now.
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Proctor:
+Please look into the black dot.
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Subject:
+I am looking ahead, whatever direction it is, up or down, I can't tell anymore.
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Proctor:
+Unfurl, it is in front of you. Stare into it. Yes?
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Subject:
+Okay, okay. I'm looking.
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Subject:
+What am I supposed to see? It's just a black dot.
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Proctor:
+Incorrect. Stare into the black dot.
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Subject:
+Am I doing this right? It's still a black dot.
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Proctor:
+I understand your poverty of acuity, but stare into the black dot. You are not special, anyone can accomplish this. Are you not someone enough to be anyone?
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Subject:
+The infinity is nauseating. It's bouncing everywhere, hard to focus on for a long time. My contacts feel dry, I can feel them clinging to my eyes.
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Subject:
+Just slick enough to trap the plastic, but catching the inside of my skin. I can feel it rolling over the contours… ugh. Can I get eyedrops? And maybe loosen the bars, the black dot is too blurry and I could focus easier if I didn't feel so wobbly.
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Proctor:
+More.
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Subject:
+My back feels weird, actually, I didn't notice it until now. Why is the black dot so blurry now? It was sharper before. Eyes darting all over the place. This is why I hate reading now. The contacts are fucking nightmares when they get like this. Hey, really, can you please wet my eyes, it's not making this easier.
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Subject: The dot's moving around like crazy, zooming, blurry, gray inkstand bouncing light all around these walls. I can't squint -but if I could- maybe it's forming the shape of a shape.
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Proctor:
+Good. Focus more.
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Subject:
+Didn't you hear what I said? It's hard, I'm really uncomfortable and I can't focus all that well, and… Oh-
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Proctor:
+Stare at the black dot. What do you see?
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Subject:
+Sticky. That dot is blurry still. Fuzzy little outline, the walls, whatever they are, catch it a bit? Where does a mirror end? I think it's got a little envelope. Is it hot in here or is it just me?
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Proctor:
+Obstinate. Stare at the black dot.
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Subject:
+Why not rope? I'd know that feeling anywhere. No, no. It's hot in here, stuffy. I agreed to this. Little beads of sweat forming between my thighs against the cold, whatever they are. It's itchy to be wet and pressed up close.
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Subject:
+I hate touching the frigid glass pane after a shower when I'm all warm. A different angle and I could slide right out after a while, but you're gonna tell me to stare at the black dot again, aren't you, fuckface?
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Subject:
+It's… so quiet.
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Proctor:
+Better…
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Subject:
+and loud.
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Subject:
+So loudly quiet. Or quietly loud, I can't tell anymore. I can hear yesterday's dinner. Wet. Sweating a little bit. I can feel my skin, and you want me to look at that dot over and over. I need cool air. An ice cube on my tongue would work if you can't do that.
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Proctor:
+Incorrect. Stare at the black dot. What do you see?
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Subject:
+Hey, aren't you a person too?
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Proctor: You frustrate me.
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Subject:
+Not you. The one hanging from the ceiling.
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Subtituted nonverbal semiote.
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Proctor:
+Correct. Good. Look at the person hanging from the ceiling. What do you see?
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Subject:
+What happened to the dot?
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Proctor:
+Incorrect. Look at the person hanging from the ceiling. Tell me what you see.
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Subject:
+I feel the metal bars too much, if I could just fix myself- wiggle- I could answer you better, I think. I think. Fuck me, if I could just remove a rib or two I'd fit better, wouldn't I? My waist is the problem here, the soft dips can't take it.
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Proctor:
+Incorrect. Look at the dot on the ceiling.
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Subject: I'm looking, I'm just looking. Trying to get comfortable. I can see the spines against my back in my peripherals. The way it bounces around in here, I can't turn around to get a better look, the spines keep me in place. Reaching out with my right eye, my back is strained, my thighs are tightened by the rods, yeah, I can see it. Steel spindles pulling me out the fryer, my skin's pressed against it tight and cold, I'm smearing off like pink icing on a cake… what the fuck do you even want me to see?
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Proctor:
+You dance around too much, look at the ceiling. Is it not easier?
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Subject:
+You would know if you were stuck in this cage. I don't know what it is but it's drilling into my spine. Fine, yeah, I'll look at the dot. Or the person, it was a person, wasn't it? Oh, and it's hanging from the ceiling. When did that get there? … Hello? You alright? Looks like they're stuck the same way as I am. Gravity must be worse though.
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Subject:
+God, do you think they can see me like this too? What a fucking joke. I probably look embarrassing tied up like a rotisserie. Hey- please don't judge me for looking like this- I'm having an off day! I bet you know how it feels to be splayed open like this, not fun, hah! We're in a similar boat, so do me a solid and pretend I look fine. I look fine, yeah? What else is there to do? Not much of a response. Do you think that dude thinks I'm weird?
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Proctor:
+What does the body hanging from the ceiling look like?
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Subject:
+Why does that matter? I'm trying to figure out what's in his head. Reading the lines on his face-
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Subject:
+I still can't see his face. Too blurry. I'm just not getting the feedback I want from him. Hey- I'm sorry for being weird earlier, I just wanted to know if you were the same as me, you know. We're in this box together, right? So, I just wanted to make sure you didn't think I was crazy for looking like this… fuck. Do you think he can see the sweat, shit, and cum caked on the steel? I should've double checked before leaving. It's still hot in here, I should've known that. Fucking idiot. Hey, can you turn the air up? I know I asked earlier, but I still think I'd be able to- fuck!
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Proctor:
+No, no, no, try to focus for me.
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Subject:
+I wonder if I'm the asshole? It's probably a perfectly decent temperature in here right? I'm dripping off the bars, pink slime everywhere. The flies are stuck their lapping up my slick. Two-Thirty-Seven up from One-Eighty. Damn! That's why it's so hot, sweating like a pig.
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Proctor:
+Good. More.
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Subject:
+And he can tell too. He's looking at me. Are you telling him to look at me too? Hey- is there a jackass telling you to stare at me too? I can see his face now better. He's squeaky clean.
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Proctor:
+Correct. I am very proud of you. Describe his face, in detail. Compare each follicle to yours, when possible.
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+Skin pulled tighter than mine. When he takes a drink, you can see his clammy grey throat slide up and down, agape. Sharp enough to form a shape, a shape someone can remember. He goes missing, his lovers and loveds can pick out a shape on a silhouette, they can identify it. I sag and seep, shapeless and unformed. Little spindles of flesh pour down pathetically- he's staring now. He can tell too, he can see better than me. My skin is too greasy right now. If I could just wipe my forehead and fix it so it's better to look at for him. Hey- please don't judge, I haven't had a good shower in a while. Not that I'm dirty, just under a lot of pressure, and the circumstances aren't the best for me right now. Is it uncomfortable for you up there too? You seem to be handling it better than I am. I must look insane from your perspective. Tightly wound and inflated like a balloon. Why aren't you talking- why isn't he talking?
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Proctor:
+You're following my instructions very well lately. You should be proud of yourself.
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Subject:
+I should be proud of myself? I don't feel very proud. Hey, why isn't he talking back to me anymore?
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Proctor:
+Maybe you said something that he didn't like? It happens sometimes. I was quite annoyed with you earlier as well. Stare at him and ask him, and tell me what he says.
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Subject:
+Hey- you! Listen I know we got off on a weak foot, but I think we've spent some time, and I just- you don't talk to me anymore? Did I say something wrong? I'm sorry if I did, it's just, I'm in a tough spot, and I know I need to work on myself, and feel better, but I thought you were here too so. Fuck, I'm the only one talking again. Sorry.
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Subject:
+Maybe it's because, well, when I talked to him- I'm asking you, not the ceiling- well, maybe I talked too much about the rib, or the bright blue flesh splitting off the steel, and it’s all flies, always flies, itch-itch-itching me! It's off-putting, sometimes, to people- I haven't done much, have I? I said I needed to move around, get more comfortable, I'm still wet and pressed up against the spike. That's unacceptable. Hey- I'm sorry I haven't been able to stand up straight again, I know it's nauseating to look at me for so long, and maybe that's why you aren't talking as much. I mean look at me, I'm almost falling off the bone. Everyone can see the pus and cracked black grime plastering where I can’t wash. The shapes are wrong and it's really noticeable, so I'm just, I'd like for you to say something. You can call me a piece of shit or something, it's okay.
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Proctor:
+Correct. Good boy. You're doing a great job. Why do you think he thinks you're uniquely evil? Tell me more.
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Subject:
+Did you know that each of my ears are offset vertically from each other by three millimeters? It's pretty obvious. Brow-bone juts sloped like a kid's broken arm… second side of my face melted, limp. Flat on the floor, I could get botox but I can't afford it. That's not fair to him. He just happens to be in the box too. I put myself here, isn't that right? millimeter by millimeter, and I do nothing about it. Isn't that pathetic? Isn't that annoying? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't that the reason he won't talk to me? Isn't it? He has someone in his ear telling him to look at my black dot, too. everyone does. That's why he winces when he notices the split ends, when he sees the purple craters where I claw the oil out. He's scanning me, looking at all the marks I bear, skin hanging looser and looser every day. I could put in the time to fix it all, but I can't. Look at how he looks at me. To try to be more would be disrespectful to him-
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+Eye contact is important in socialization, how can he stomach knowing me if it hurts to look? That's why he won't talk to me, it's rude to talk without making eye contact. That's what you told me every time, every time you smacked that ruler down on my wrist. Walk on that line, you said! Right before icy steel raining down.
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Proctor:
+Incorrect. This response had some highlights, but unfortunately your hollow brain missed the mark. Try again.
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Subject:
+What? Why else could he not be talking to me? If I were draped more flatteringly from these spines, that would spark a conversation, wouldn't it? Isn't that it? Why else would he be silent. Why else? Hey- please tell me why you won't talk to me- please, I'm sorry for being here, but I wanted to know more, I'm sorry, I need to know or he won't let me breathe, he'll just keep asking, can you tell me? What is it about myself that you don't want? Please tell me now, I need to know now, I don't demand things often, but I ask of this, if anything. Tell me. Tell me.
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Proctor:
+Incorrect. Do you even know anything about him? The man hanging from the ceiling?
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Subject:
+What do I know about..? He hangs from the ceiling and he looks at me. He's in this box too.
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Proctor:
+Is that all?
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Subject:
+He hangs from the ceiling… he looks at me. Is that not enough? Why are you asking this? You control him too, you ask, command him to look at me. That's why we understood each other, until now.
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Proctor:
+If it may be true that he is whispered to, told to stare into you, as you are him. Is he not like you? What do you think it means to be like you? Is that hard to ask? To think about? It so far beyond your comprehension what it might be to be like him? Maybe you haven't spoken to him? Maybe you haven’t listened! I don’t care anymore, tell me what I need. Now. I won’t ask again.
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Subject:
+I've asked and begged for him to talk to me again. Why doesn't he tell me why he won't?
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Proctor:
+You can’t ever shut up about yourself! What have you done? All you seem to move your rotted body to do is bleed everywhere! And you can’t even do that right! You claw at the sides of the box, whine and moan and shit and touch yourself endlessly… Maybe it was all a bit too loud for him? Maybe he was a bit too loud for you, too.
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Subject:
+I don't understand! I didn’t do anything different! He's not talking to me, and it's something of those why. I’ve reeked for too long. He knows. I know he knows. I can smell that stink pouring out of me, where the ticks and roaches and lice and works and maggots and thumbtacks made their bed. And it seeps out and off the bones and into the cups, the steel, bouncing around and throwing itself up through the sky. He can see that, and that's why he's silent. He scowls because he's in here with me, but he is so much better than me to be stuck here too. I could never be him! And he keeps quiet because it would be rude to remind me of that!
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+You don't follow instructions well. The pattern is simple. Put forward the premise: is it suitable? Fine. The premise is set, now it's time to expand. I ask you questions, you ask me. You're supposed to answer, answer accordingly to the premise. But you will find a tangent, milk it to the bone, and move onto the next, you dance and flap your pathetic scraps of meat and waste every ounce of time I afforded you. One thousand hundred million ways and it never lands that it is my turn to speak. I didn’t come for your stupid little dance.
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+Why would I entertain that when I’ve gained nothing? I have been sidelined, my input discarded, my attempts to return to that linear exploration of the premise? Do you understand? I do not buy the orange to eat the peel. You are supposed to follow the script, answer the questions. I do not have time to hear of your ribs and waist, your purple entrails and slurries of gangrenous fat! It sickens me! That is how I imagine onlookers may feel. It's understandable to feel such a way about you. Did you even notice how alike you two are? Did you even try?
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Subject:
+What the fuck are you talking about? I have been trying the entire time! Do you know how hard it is to stare at something for so long?
Subject:
+I don't want to. I would talk to myself.
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Proctor:
+No, you wouldn't. Can you even blame yourself?
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Subject:
+His eyes are blue too.
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Proctor:
+Yes, they are.
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Subject:
+God, that stench is awful. I can see him puffing out. He won't talk to me, but he'll do that? He's supposed to know how much I hate that smell.
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+Stare into the black dot, again. I won't say it again.
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Subject:
+I'm gonna throw up all over myself, I hate the taste of menthols, and it's- it's in my pocket?
Special Containment Procedures: While not undergoing experimentation, SCP-874 is to be kept in a container such that no horizontal volume of the substance is shallower than 5 cm. The fluid must be in constant motion, such as being stirred. With the Foundation's current supply of SCP-874, this is to be a cylindrical steel vat of radius seven meters and height 10 meters. While SCP-874 is under study, no non-Class D personnel are to be within five meters of the liquid. Any lab in which SCP-874 is studied should be equipped with a winch system of no less than ████ horsepower and with steel rope of 5 (five) cm thickness. All personnel who have been immersed in SCP-874 in its active state should be terminated after study.
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Description: SCP-874 is a black, largely unreflective fluid with 30.87 cP viscosity and reflectivity less than a tenth of that of water. When it approaches a static depth of 2 cm, the fluid functions as a portal to a seemingly infinite space. Telemetry into the abyss has led to no conclusive results as to its dimensions. Audio readings and personnel report the sound of distant grinding of metal and stone from this portal. Occasionally, viewers and visual recording equipment can glimpse what appears to be immense rotating ███████ drifting aimlessly in the otherwise featureless blackness.
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Assuming, as evidenced, zero gravity, an object propelled through the portal can travel approximately 3000 km before being totally obscured by the very light fog that fills the abyss. Objects partially lowered into the surface cannot be retrieved by any effort less than the recommended ████ horsepower. Later experiments (those after March ██, 20██) revealed that objects left in for more than five minutes are quickly worn away by invisible ████████.
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Class D personnel who touched the portal reported that it felt like putting their hand in a cool bowl of water. They were unable to remove their limbs from the surface, reflecting the difficulty of extracting inanimate objects from the portal. The personnel claimed that it felt as though an array of wires were holding them in (video recordings of the puddle showed no change in the skin formation of these participants). After five minutes expired, the limbs were severed, which later examination showed to be due to a large number of irregular, shallow cuts. The first batch of personnel totally submersed in SCP-874 was [DATA EXPUNGED]. The next sequence of experiments was conducted after the winch system was tested with non-living objects, which were safely retrieved if pulled up before five minutes of submersion. When the next group of personnel was retrieved with harnesses, they reported [DATA EXPUNGED] (see Document 874-9). Upon extraction, the group expressed elation and awe. Shortly afterward, they began to self-mutilate and exhibit violent and suicidal tendencies.
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Interview Log #874-1
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Document #874-2: Interview with D-17549
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Dr ████████: Before you were extracted, what did you see behind the portal?
+D-17549: Those eyes. Like they didn't care a bit. How beautiful.
+Dr ████████: What eyes? Please explain what you saw thoroughly.
+D-17549: And their ██████ were like little knives! And how they played against each other.
+Dr ████████: D-17549, you are being uncooperative. If you do not answer the questions I'm asking you, you may have to suffer an early termination.
+D-17549: Ah, yes. That would be nice. Please, ask away.
+Dr ████████: What did you see whe - wait, did you say "nice"?
+D-17549: We saw quite a large number of [DATA EXPUNGED]. Now, I helped you; will you help me?
+Dr ████████: You aren't in any position to be making requests.
+D-17549: I would very much like to see things the way the ████████ down there do. Just tell those men with the guns to put a bullet in me.
+D-17549 starts bashing his head against the desk. Dr ████████ backs away from the table. D-17549 tackles him and is shot by security.
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